Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2024 16:11:46 +0000 From: josh tribalboy Subject: star-trick-3 STAR TRICK : INTER-GENERATION 3 or Omicron Ceti III-way Disclaimer: All rights ᵀᴹ and © to the characters and storylines in Star Trek: the Next Generation are owned by Paramount. They have a fantastic website at www.startrek.com if you want more details. When they produced their chronicles of space exploration and its heroes the people at Paramount wondered at some puzzling gaps. Why was Captain Picard always too busy to pursue a successful relationship with women; why was he so bad with kids; and why did he promote Wesley Crusher to Ensign before he was 17? I would like to say that we found a secret stash of personal diary tapes on Omicron Ceti III and have recently broken the security code - but the truth is, we made this up. Though plausible, therefore, there is probably absolutely no truth in the following. It goes without saying that this is not intended in any way to reflect the sexuality of the characters involved. But wouldn't it be nice? This story involves Man/Boy(16) sex and though legal on Federation property in 2364 where the action takes place it may not be where you are now. So if you live in one of those awful places (like the Ferengi home world) where it's even illegal to read about stuff like this, or if you find it offensive, don't read. However, if you are drooling at the prospect, get on with it! I'd be interested in any feedback: tribalboyz @ hotmail . com. If you do write please put the story title in the subject so I can spot it in all the junk that ends up there. If you like this you may like my nifty story boytribe. © tribalboyz March 2024 Omicron Ceti III -- it's almost a legend in Star Fleet annals. We beamed down near the entrance to the Holo-park. The grand entrance stood on the one side of a magnificent plaza, which was filled with species from may worlds, all intent on having fun. Opposite was a garish sign emblazoned `Ferengi-land'. Between them, in the centre of the square, was a large bronze statue. `And here if I'm not mistaken we have the famous Captain Kirk!' I exclaimed. The planet had first come to the notice of the Federation a century earlier when Captain James T. Kirk and his crew had beamed down and discovered the seductive effects of its plant spores: they gave everyone who inhaled them a move towards a life of sensuality, losing their drives and purpose in life. Through force of will, which had even sapped the Vulcan self control of his then Science Officer, Spock, he escaped and got the crew back to safety and his ship. The statue of Kirk was erected by a grateful populace, since the planet is now known throughout the quadrant as a mainstream resort for all. The effects of the spores are still noticeable though controlled better than in Kirk's day. The result, a crowd strolling hither and yon, smiling inanely in an almost imbecilic pursuit of pleasure. I wished I was back on Enterprise, fixing the duty rosters. As soon as we beamed down, it was clear that Wesley had an agenda. I had thought that a day in the Holo-park would allow us some innocent fun. Not really my idea of enjoyment -- I'd rather seek out a string quartet performance -- also available here -- but it might at least distract Wesley. But I should have known that it was futile to put `innocent' and `Wesley' in the same thought. I started to move towards the holo-park. `Where do you think you're going, bitch?' said Wesley arrogantly. I looked nervously around to make sure no-one was in earshot. Hearing a star ship captain talked to like this by a mere boy would appall anyone who valued the reputation of Star Fleet. `Wesley, be careful. If the Ferengi latched on to...' `Did I say you could speak?' he sneered. It was no use trying to communicate with him in this mood. I just looked at him. `I hear the Holo-park is fantastic. They have the fastest 3 dimensional vortex ride this side of Planet Paramount!' `Kid's stuff! ' He pointed to the entrance to the Ferengi site. `That's where we're going.' `Wesley, unfortunately they don't allow minors in there. It's, well, pretty nasty, I believe. Full of...' `Sex. And drugs. And lots of lovely goodies!' `Yes, but you can't go there as you're only 16.' I pointed to a sign that gave the age of majority for a hundred cultures spread across the galaxy. `Er, hello?! You're not thinking straight Jean-Luc, are you?' `I'm sorry?' `Like, it's run by Ferengi right?' he said, as if speaking to a small, backward child. `And what do we know about Ferengi, Jean-Luc?' `You can't trust them.' `...and...?' `I'm not sure what you're getting at.' I did know exactly what he was getting at but didn't like where it was going. `...and they will do anything for money. For the right price. Right?' `I don't think...' `Right, Jean-Luc?' Several Ferengi at the entrance were now looking at us curiously and one started to sidle over after a hurried chat with his colleagues, with that typical leer of a Ferengi with a deal in mind. `Gentlemen, gentlemen!' he said, oozing a nauseous servility with an undercurrent of danger, even threat. `I can see you are curious about our little erotic theme park!' He smiled an ugly smile full of sharp teeth at every angle. `I say little -- but of course it's known far and wide as the best in the quadrant. The sexual habits of a thousand planets for your delectation and delight!' He looked curiously at us both, as if to size up our particular perversions. He suddenly gave a little leer, as if he had qauged only too well what it was. `I can see your young friend' -- there was a horrible emphasis on the word, as if he knew our secrets -- `is excited by the prospect!' He looked him up and down -- I felt like hitting him. Wesley's skin tight outfit left little to the imagination. Wesley just laughed out loud, like he was proud to display himself and his needs in public. `Yea, sounds cool. How much?' `Entry is totally free, young man. To adults. Of course, some of the attractions require payment. But it's entirely up to you what you choose to do.' He looked at me. `And what do you choose to do?' He looked Wesley up and down again, lasciviously. `Your young friend is an adult, Sir?' I resigned myself to a bribe. * * * * * The chamber was dim as we put the helmets on. There was a sort of blood red glow from the walls, and a dull thrumming sound, like being in a womb. All designed to add to the sensuousness, of course. `Gentlemen,' said the Ferengi, `it's time to put your helmets on!' At first it seemed like any holodeck program. I wasn't sure what to expect. The walls started to flicker and dissolve. Light flooded the space and suddenly, we were in that apartment again -- the one in Wesley's blackmail program, his family apartment in old San Francisco. I looked across at Wesley. He was watching me intently. I felt strange -- I put it down to the spores and the sensuous feeling they imparted throughout the planet -- maybe concentrated, enhanced by the Ferengi. `What exactly is this program, Wesley?' I was starting to feel uneasy. `You'll find out.' A disembodied voice with the slimy tones of a Ferengi entered my mind. `Your young friend has chosen one of our best, Sir. Relive your most erotic memories! Free your mind. Relax. And enjoy. I'm sure he will too. He loves to watch, doesn't he?' `No Wesley, stop this! Stop this immediately! You've taken it too far this time!' But I could feel something working its way insidiously into my brain, like a drug, like a Vulcan mind meld... A figure was materializing. At first, just a half formed shadow. A male figure. Wesley was giggling, wildly, high on the effects of the spores. The figure moved towards me. Suddenly my body moved too. Was it really happening, or an illusion, a trick of the simulation. I felt as if my body was taken over and controlled, like I was an automaton in a holo-park side show. `How amazing!' The figure was now firmimg up, still shifting at times, the face still unclear and almost flickering, like I was willing it not to appear. The hairs on the back of my head stood up. The body, moving slowly, slowly, like a dream in slow motion, naked except for a towel around his waist, was now almost fully defined. And defined was the right word. A body in the peak of condition, a young man in his 20s. `Mmmm, Jean-Luc, I'm surprised at you. Who's this hotty you're conjuring up? Some dirty little secret from your past huh. Or your ultimate fantasy?' `The program can only build on real experiences, gentlemen. You can maybe go a little way into the fantasies you had, if they were emotionally very strong. But basically, you will only recreate what's actually there, in your brain.' `Well then,' puzzled Wesley, how come this in in my old apartment? Hmm, seems like our little escapade has imprinted itself on your ultimate fantasy Jean-Luc!' The face still flickered. I felt cold. I was trying everything to suppress this memory in front of Wesley. I felt myself dragged closer. The formless face was close to mine. Now it suddenly took a step closer and started moving in real time. It took me, held me in a passionate embrace. I remembered the feeling of that body as if it were yesterday. I felt my own body embrace his, running my hands over the familiar contours. The formless face pressed against mine. Lips formed and kissed mine, I felt a tongue and closed my eyes, felt my hand move to his hair and as I stroked it felt it from hair by hair, in my hands. He could speak: `Lights out' he had called to the apartment computer and it went dark as it had gone dark that day. He had respected my shyness on this, the first male encounter of my life. His body pulled me to the floor. I felt his whole weight on top of me, reliving the experience exactly as I remembered that hot April night, with just the distant fog shrouded lights of the bay reflecting feebly across the floor and our bodies as we moved together. So right, I remember feeling, so right to feel our men's bodies, hard and fit, moving against each other in the darkness. I wanted to devour him, to be one with him, to be him. Exactly like the first night: even the sniggering and giggling from Wesley was almost cut out as I heard the distant clang of a trolley and a fog horn from the bay. Now his movement became more urgent, more compelling; and mine did too. I had no control, but as the spores kicked in no longer wanted to control this feeling. Lust, some instinctive primitive urging of the inner brain took control and I no longer felt the need for the program to force me. Somewhere a voice was saying `Yes, Jean-Luc, yes, so hot together, you need it don't you'. Was it him, was it Wesley, was it my own inner voice? And then suddenly I found myself on my hands and knees with his body behind me, pushing against me, entering me, slowly but relentlessly, as I cried out. `Yes, I feel it. Take me. Take me. It's good. I want you Jack!' `WHAT??' Wesley jumped up and hit the stop button. The lights came full on. I was confused, half in reality and half in the fantasy. The room started to waiver. The figure was still pumping me blithely continuing his violent actions. The face was clear now. It was Wesley's father, Jack, when we had been at the Academy together, before Wesley as born -- my first male lover.