Title:Whose My Little Xeno-Archeologist Sex Slave?
Author/pseudonym:R.A.
Swain
Fandom:Crusade
Paring: Gideon/Eilerson
Rating:Mature
Audience
Status: New (10/17/99)
Archive: Yes, please. You have my
permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: No.
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Disclaimers: The
characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used
for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers
at beginning of story.
Notes: Just a fleeting thought that got stuck in my
mind.
Summary:Gideon uses Eilerson's peccadilloes against him.
Warnings:
Small reference to Eilerson's little peccadilloes.
Disclaimer: The
following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21
you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you
read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is
legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually
oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or
therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you
are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material
willing.
Whose My Little Xeno-Archeologist Sex-Slave?
By
R.A. Swain
The door tone roused Matthew Gideon from a mild
slumber. He was sprawled out on his couch, several reports spread around the
floor before him. The door toned again, and he shifted from a lying position to
one of sitting, trying to look busy. He scratched at is chest beneath his black
T-shirt, and the door toned again. "Come!"
The door opened and Max Eilerson, doctor of xeno-archeology, and all around
pain in the ass, strolled in. "Gideon, I was wondering, did you ever find my
corrupted data crystal, and could I have it back?"
"Corrupted data crystal? Hummm, Oh yes, that corrupted data crystal. I
forwarded it back to your company, I thought it was one of there's and they
should replace it." Matthew kept a straight face, but inside he was howling with
laughter.
"WHAT?! You did what?!" Eilerson was paling rapidly. His heart was racing.
How was he going to explain that one? he thought.
"Relax, my little xeno-archeologist. I was joking," Gideon replied. He
watched Eilerson breath a sigh of relief. "I thought Snow White and the Seven
Narns couldn't have been centuries old. Nor was Centuri Starship Sluts."
"So, what do you what to keep your mouth shut?" Eilerson asked.
"What?"
"How much to keep this just between us? I have lots of credits, what's your
price?"
Matthew leaned back on the couch, a broad smile across his face. This was
going to be good, he thought. "I don't want your credits."
Eilerson looked puzzled. "Everyone wants credits."
"Not me," Matthew said. "I want your complete obedience."
"What?"
"I want you to stop being the one I have to watch over the most. I want you
to be my obedient xeno-archeologist. I want you to give yourself over to my
complete control. Comprende?"
Eilerson stood in the center of the room feeling very trapped. "Are you
saying you want me to be your puppet? Isn't that what you have that psycorp
stooge for?"
"That'll cost ya," Matthew warned. "I could very easily let everyone know
what you're little peccadilloes are, or I could keep this just between you and
I. All you have to do is everything I say, when and where I tell you to do
it."
"And you think that'll keep me under control?" Eilerson didn't dislike the
notion of relinquishing control to Gideon, in fact, he felt a certain stirring
in his groin when Matthew told him what he wanted.
"If you want that data
crystal to remain our little secret, you'll be my
good little xeno-archeologist," Matthew replied.
"What exactly do you require of me?" Eilerson inquired. He hoped it would be
sexual, but didn't figure Gideon to take it in that direction.
Gideon thought for a moment. "I suppose you'll do absolutely anything to keep
this a secret, right?"
Eilerson nodded. "Gideon, your little mind games are no good on me."
"Strip."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said strip. I want you naked in the next two minutes," Gideon
answered.
Eilerson looked around like he was expecting people to jump out and shout
surprise. "Are you joking?"
"One minute, forty-three seconds left."
Eilerson again looked around. "Okay, I'll indulge you." He opened his jacket,
and dropped it on the floor. Next he pulled his turtleneck shirt over his head,
revealing a smooth, almost hairless chest. He paused.
"All of it," Gideon said. He was watching Eilerson closely, enjoying the
show.
Eilerson undid his pants as toed off his boots. He reached down and pulled
off his socks, and then allowed his pants to drop to the floor. He stepped out
of them, and stood up in the middle of the room once again, in his tight black
briefs. "Okay?"
"Everything," Gideon replied.
"But--" Max had gone along with this, hoping to watch Gideon back down, but
instead Gideon was calling his bluff. Now he had to call Gideon's bluff, but it
meant getting totally naked. He sighed and removed his briefs. Now completely
naked, he stood with his hand in front of him.
"Hands on your head," Gideon ordered.
Eilerson slowly raised his arms over his head, and felt a bit more humiliated
and also more excited than he wanted Gideon to know.
"Are you enjoying this, Max?" Gideon asked.
"Not really," Max lied.
"Good. Now stroke yourself until I tell you to stop."
Eilerson's eyes grew wide. "What?!"
"You heard me, and don't cum unless I tell you to. If you cum without my
permission I'll have you do this again at fourteen hundred hours in your cabin,
and again before my next shift." Gideon enjoyed the tone his voice took as he
ordered Max Eilerson to submit to his will.
Max slowly reached down and took his circumcised cock in his hand. He did
this every day, but never with an audience. At least, not in a while. He wrapped
his fist around the shaft and begin to pump himself, as ordered. How long would
Gideon make his do this, he wondered? And was Gideon enjoying this as much as he
was? His eyes searched Gideon's crotch, but the tight pants weren't revealing
any answers yet.
Gideon watched intently as Max's cock slowly curved upward and almost pressed
against his flat, obviously shaved belly. Gideon drank in the beauty of
Eilerson's body, noting each detail. Eilerson obviously shaved his chest,
stomach, and apparently his balls and shaft, but left a small triangular patch
of pubic hair above his cock. Matthew found that exciting, and his own loins
were beginning to stir. He sat back on the couch and watched the show, knowing
his plan was pure genius and pure evil, and Eilerson had played right into
it.
"I'm getting close, Gideon," Eilerson said. His voice was noticeably
taunt.
"Don't cum unless I tell you to do so."
Eilerson slowed his hand movement, and then switched hands, and his arms were
tiring. "Please, Gideon. I can't hold out much longer."
"Think about baseball," Gideon said, sarcasm dripping like Eilerson's cock.
"Please Gideon."
"Remember, fourteen hundred hours is your next performance," Gideon
said.
Eilerson closed his eyes, willing himself not to cum. He wasn't going to give
Gideon the satisfaction of this moment.
"Stop," Gideon ordered. He stood up and walked over to Eilerson, reaching out
to touch his chest, pinching his left nipple. Eilerson shivered, but didn't
move. He was so close to shooting off he didn't want to risk breathing. "Don't
cum," Gideon repeated, running his hand down Eilerson's chest and stomach;
allowing his fingers to caress the long shaft and encircle his balls. "Remember
fourteen hundred hours," Matthew whispered. Then he squeezed his hand around
Eilerson's balls and watched streams of white jism shoot out on Eilerson's
stomach and Matthew's arm.
Eilerson shivered and sighed at the release. When he opened his eyes he saw
Matthew staring back at him. "Use your briefs to clean up this mess, then get
dressed and go back to your quarters. Rest for your next performance."
"You're serious, aren't you?" Eilerson asked as he cleaned as
ordered.
"Your secret is safe, as look as you put on a show for me, whenever, and
where ever I demand it." Gideon had a broad smirk on his face. "Is this what you
expected?"
"No. Truthfully, I thought you might have me suck you off, but never did I
imagine this was your kink," Eilerson replied. He looked at his cum covered
briefs.
"Leave them." Gideon ordered. "From now on you'll not wear briefs unless I
tell you to do so. As for sucking me off, that's an honor you'll have to
earn."
Eilerson blinked, tossed his briefs aside, and donned his pants, turtleneck
shirt and jacket. He sat on the couch and pulled on his socks and boots in
silence.
"You do know this is only the beginning?" Gideon asked.
Eilerson nodded. He suddenly felt like a whore, allowing himself to be used
and ordered around. Part of him liked the subservience, another part detested
himself for giving in to Matthew's blackmail scheme.
As if reading his mind Gideon spoke up. "If you're thinking of reneging on
this agreement, I think you should know something. I recorded your little show
here. If you don't do exactly as I tell you from now on, you're show will
surface in porn shops across the galaxy. Now, whose my little xeno-archeologist
sex slave?"
Eilerson bowed his head and then glanced up at Gideon with a smile creeping
across his face. "I am, Captain Gideon. I am."
"Good boy," Gideon said. "Now go rest for your next performance."
The End