Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 14:44:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg - chapter 3

This story is fictional in every account, contains graphic sexual
language, depiction of homosexual sex acts, and is not intended
for audiences who are under the age of 18 years old or do not
wish to read it. You have been warned and the author assumes no
liability in placing this wherever it is placed, read by whoever,
or how it is used.  The Borg and Star Trek are registered
trademarks of Paramount Pictures and are used here with respect
to Paramount.  No humans or Borg were harmed during the writing
of this story, and hopefully, all the animals in my computer case
decided it was time to move.

This is Sci-Fi, not celebrity!

The Borg
By Buky-18
kael116@yahoo.com

Chapter 3 - Revelation and the Borg

     There were six drones altogether.  They entered the room in
single file, all synchronized in their movements.  Immediately, I
noticed that two of the drones were nearly nude.  In fact, the
only thing they were wearing were some very tight red speedos.
The other four drones were normal.

     The two drones were both obviously males from their body
structure and the bulges in the speedos.  They all stared at us
and began to speak without their mouths moving.  "WE ARE THE
BORG.  YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED.  RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.  WE
REQUIRE THE ADDITION OF NEW SEXUAL DRONES.  REMAIN CALM.  DO AS
WE SAY."

     Sexual drones?  What the fuck are those?  Are these sexual
drones?  I thought.  The two drones began to approach two of the
men in the room.  They walked up to them and began to rip the
clothing off of them, not stopping until they were naked.  After
those two were naked, they walked over to two other men and
ripped the clothing off of them.  I say ripped because they
literally dismembered every piece of clothing they were wearing,
then dumped it on the deck grating.

     Finally, after they had done this to 14 men, the rest of us
got the idea.  We began to take our clothes off.  Soon, all of us
were nude.  At this point, I realized that there were fairly
young men here too.some as young as 16.  There were at least 4
guys under the age of 18, and the rest of us were fairly young -
20-25 I guess.

     You could tell the gay men from the straight men from the
style of their underwear - straight guys wore loose fitting
boxers, while gay men wore tight fitting speedos, jocks, thongs,
or other body hugging underwear.  Kevon was one such straight guy
- the majority in fact.  7 of us were gay, while the remaining 38
were straight.

     The drones somehow knew which of us were gay.  They
approached one of the gay guys and directed him to the corner of
the room.  They did this to every gay guy in the group, even a
couple that didn't have tight underwear on.  They came to me and
directed me into the corner with the rest.

     Besides me, the other 6 guys stood nearly naked in the
corner.  We started conversing and introducing ourselves.  I went
first by saying, "Well, since it looks as if this is going to be
it.none of us thought that it would happen to us, but here we are
in a Borg ship about to be assimilated.  We might as well learn
each other's names.  I'm Jon.  I'm 22 and was an engineer on the
Mendoza."  The other guys were timid at first, but got into it.
One of the younger ones spoke up, "I'm Tieren.  I was onboard a
frigate headed for Earth."  He grinned slightly, but it was a
beleaguered grin that hid fear and terror.  "How old are you
Tieren?" I asked.  "17," he responded.  He had a great body.not
too pumped, and definitely not a scrawny twink.  His pecs were
modest, but his abs were just slightly visible - they were
elusive.

     Another one spoke up, "Hi guys.Jim Bexen.I'm 25 and was
aboard the U.S.S. Nautilus."  He sort of waved at the rest of us,
wondering whether or not to shake our hands, but decided against
it.  Jim was cute.he had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, high
cheekbones, and very broad shoulders.  He had the black hair,
blue eye and fair skinned complexion that I adore in a guy. His
body was the most developed of all of us.  Either he was an
extraordinary athlete, or he worked out in all his free time.

     "Tim Natt, 19, I was on Quti 2, but I woke up here
yesterday," said the guy to the right of Jim.  Yesterday?  I
guess they have been collecting us for some time.  Tim was cute,
brown hair and brown eyes.  He was a bit spindly, but a great
looking twink.

     The fifth guy spoke up, but very timidly.  "My name is
Jezader Hiqueen Delilqe.  I am 21 years old, and a resident - or
rather was a resident - of the starship Ballard."  What an
interesting name, I thought.  It was obviously not human, and his
English was very precise.  I suspect he either was raised off
world, or was not human, and merely appeared to be.  His skin was
a deep tan color and his hair wiry black.  If not for his name, I
would have suspected he was Indian.

     John Bryant, the senior level cartographer on the Mendoza
was also present.  I knew he was gay and it was no surprise that
the Borg picked him out of the rest of the group.  "I'm John
Bryant, 24, of the USS Mendoza.  This is interesting Jon, huh?"
I nodded and chuckled as I bent over to put my Speedo back on.

     The last guy stepped forward and spoke.  "My name is Luke.
I'm 23 and was also on board the Nautilus."  His body was well
defined, but he was kind of short.  He was about 5'8 or
so.shorter than me, and I'm 5'10.  His tan was deep and buttery,
as if he either tanned way too much, or his skin was just
naturally that buttery tan color.

     The drones began to herd the straight guys into a single
file line while we were speaking.  38 drones entered the room,
and each approached a single straight guy, put their hand on his
shoulder, and started to lead him out of the room.  None of them
fought.

     After the rest of the guys were gone from the room for a
minute or two, the naked drones approached us and spoke:  WE
REQUIRE THE ADDITION OF NEW SEXUAL DRONES.  THE HUMAN HOMOSEXUAL
MALE SERVES THIS PURPOSE MOST EFFECEINTLY.  YOU WILL BECOME
SEXUAL DRONES.  AS A CONDITION OF YOUR ASSIMILATION INTO THIS
SPECIALIZED UNIMATRIX, YOU MUST SUBMIT WILLINGLY TO ASSIMILATION.
ANY RESISTANCE WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE DEATH.  FOLLOW US.

     With that, one of the naked drones took up the lead, and the
other followed behind us.  I took up a position somewhere in the
middle of the line.  Well, this is better than dying.I thought as
we walked out of the chamber.