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I shudder involuntarily as my Commanding Officer slips his arm around my shoulders and his deep, seductive voice purrs hotly in my ear saying, "Considering this is your first mission outside a simulator, I have to say you're doing a top notch job, Kiddo, however, you must balance your work, leisure and sleep equally or you won't last a month off-world. Too much of any of those will generate disharmony of varying degrees within the mind and body leading to mental and or medical confinement potentially for the entire voyage. You're all work, work, work but no documented play activity in any of the extensive recreational, entertainment, or creative facilities available on board. That's why you've been unable to sleep and why you've been seen stumbling around tense and jumpy, mumbling to yourself. and the psych staff has expressed concern. Now you and I are going to work TOGETHER to fix this. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!", I finally croak, after stammering and gulping loudly. Oh no... Goddamn it! What the fuck is wrong with me? Just the mention of my C.O.'s name ( Nick ) gives me palpitations I can hear. And face-to-face... like this? Forget it! I'm a deer in the headlights - frozen stiff, unable to look away yet simultaneously boiling under the withering blaze of that handsome fucking smirk. That I HATE! Damn it, he's still talking...

"...can't have 100% and I need 100%. From you and everyone else. Okay? So, I've decided to selflessly sacrifice my own precious free time in order to help YOU stay sane and able to give ME that 100%. Right? You still with me? Think about it.... after meticulously searching through the credentials and profiles of hundreds of fresh, young orifices... oops, I mean young officers, I chose you... YOU... a high honor... ....? I gave YOU this .... ?....YOU ... ? ... ? ... well, you're obviously in shock, otherwise you'd be groveling between my knees, thanking me profusely in every conceivable manner.... We'll save that for later....."

Averting my eyes away from the fierce intensity of Nick's greenish-blue gaze, I find a new focus. The movement of his thin lips now fascinate me and a new craving begins to formulate. There's an answer there; something I must do to resolve this inner turmoil. Will smashing those inexplicably sexy lips into a bloody paste ease my torment? No, that's not quite right. But smashing something there, I'm certain, yields a partial serenity. I feel drawn there... WAIT A MINUTE... What the fuck was that? That ever-present, smug, demeaning smirk of his just transformed into a genuine, fully-formed, non-sarcastic, 10,000 watt smile that lit up the entire bridge ( cosmos ). Breathtaking! Beautiful! Nick!

And with that everything fell into crystal clarity - conflict resolved. Of course I, Ellis was falling head over heels

"...already moved you into my cabin - permanently - where I can monitor your mental integrity and groom your ability to adequately service the needs of this vessel and more importantly the needs of your Commanding Officer a.k.a. me. But that's all for later. For right now, step 1: We need to get you to relax - to stop being afraid of your C.O. - godlike and awesome though I am, and to do THAT more EASILY all you need to do is take this little pill. It will calm you down, lower your inhibitions, relax and loosen you up..."

"Okay. I've heard enough!", shouts the nearby Flight Sergeant, clipboard clattering across the deck. "Ellis? You can't be dumb enough to fall for this bullshit? Cause I gotta tell ya, he's gonna "loosen" you up all right. Loosen up that BACKDOOR so you can be his GIRLFRIEND for the next three years!!! Ain't that right, ladies?"

"Oh hell yes! You better run boy"
"That damn, dirty, dog, Nick... caught red handed tryin' ta ROOFIE dat dumb-ass boy"
"Tricky Nicky strikes again!! Or strikes OUT ,maybe this time. Ah ha ha"

Amidst the chaotic hoots, claps and laughter of the mutinous four, Commander Nick, second in power to the Captain alone, unfazed, smiled as he gave Ellis the 'one moment please' signal, turned calmly around, then quickly cleared the bridge of his giggling, insubordinate, associates with vile but phony threats of keelhauling and plank walking.

In the ensuing quiet, Nick resumed his kneel alongside Ellis station, held out the Roofie, smiled and said, "Now who do you want to believe? Those disloyal, backstabbing, BASTARDS... or your beloved, dashing, C.O. who has only your best interest at heart?"

Smiling sweetly, Ellis snatches the pill from Nick's open palm, pops it in his mouth and says, "You, Sir! It's always gonna be you!"

"Atta boy!", Nick says and gives a gentle squeeze to the back of his boy's neck. His boy! "You know where my quarters are... the door now opens for you as well. I've got to grab a few supplies and will meet you there within 30 and you should head that way now before you get too "relaxed" and I have to come find you."

As soon as Nick left, Ellis spit the pill into the bin, pants tightening and eyes flashing as he pondered on the evil, cruel, wonderful things Nick might subject his helpless, quivering, buff, boys body to while believing him unconscious. Ellis planned to hold out for as long as he could until Nick had him squealing thus ending the delicious charade. But by then it wouldn't matter. The next three years, Ellis reckoned, were gonna fly by.

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I shudder involuntarily as my Commanding Officer slips his arm around my shoulders and his deep, seductive voice purrs hotly in my ear saying, "Considering this is your first mission outside a simulator, I have to say you're doing a top notch job, Kiddo, however, you must balance your work, leisure and sleep equally or you won't last a month off-world. Too much of any of those will generate disharmony of varying degrees within the mind and body leading to mental and or medical confinement potentially for the entire voyage. You're all work, work, work but no documented play activity in any of the extensive recreational, entertainment, or creative facilities available on board. That's why you've been unable to sleep and why you've been seen stumbling around tense and jumpy, mumbling to yourself. and the psych staff has expressed concern. Now you and I are going to work TOGETHER to fix this. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!", I finally croak, after stammering and gulping loudly. Oh no... Goddamn it! What the fuck is wrong with me? Just the mention of my C.O.'s name ( Nick ) gives me palpitations I can hear. And face-to-face... like this? Forget it! I'm a deer in the headlights - frozen stiff, unable to look away yet simultaneously boiling under the withering blaze of that handsome fucking smirk. That I HATE! Damn it, he's still talking...

"...can't have 100% and I need 100%. From you and everyone else. Okay? So, I've decided to selflessly sacrifice my own precious free time in order to help YOU stay sane and able to give ME that 100%. Right? You still with me? Think about it.... after meticulously searching through the credentials and profiles of hundreds of fresh, young orifices... oops, I mean young officers, I chose you... YOU... a high honor... ....? I gave YOU this .... ?....YOU ... ? ... ? ... well, you're obviously in shock, otherwise you'd be groveling between my knees, thanking me profusely in every conceivable manner.... We'll save that for later....."

Averting my eyes away from the fierce intensity of Nick's greenish-blue gaze, I find a new focus. The movement of his thin lips now fascinate me and a new craving begins to formulate. There's an answer there; something I must do to resolve this inner turmoil. Will smashing those inexplicably sexy lips into a bloody paste ease my torment? No, that's not quite right. But smashing something there, I'm certain, yields a partial serenity. I feel drawn there... WAIT A MINUTE... What the fuck was that? That ever-present, smug, demeaning smirk of his just transformed into a genuine, fully-formed, non-sarcastic, 10,000 watt smile that lit up the entire bridge ( cosmos ). Breathtaking! Beautiful! Nick!

And with that everything fell into crystal clarity - conflict resolved. Of course I, Ellis was falling head over heels

"...already moved you into my cabin - permanently - where I can monitor your mental integrity and groom your ability to adequately service the needs of this vessel and more importantly the needs of your Commanding Officer a.k.a. me. But that's all for later. For right now, step 1: We need to get you to relax - to stop being afraid of your C.O. - godlike and awesome though I am, and to do THAT more EASILY all you need to do is take this little pill. It will calm you down, lower your inhibitions, relax and loosen you up..."

"Okay. I've heard enough!", shouts the nearby Flight Sergeant, clipboard clattering across the deck. "Ellis? You can't be dumb enough to fall for this bullshit? Cause I gotta tell ya, he's gonna "loosen" you up all right. Loosen up that BACKDOOR so you can be his GIRLFRIEND for the next three years!!! Ain't that right, ladies?"

"Oh hell yes! You better run boy"
"That damn, dirty, dog, Nick... caught red handed tryin' ta ROOFIE dat dumb-ass boy"
"Tricky Nicky strikes again!! Or strikes OUT ,maybe this time. Ah ha ha"

Amidst the chaotic hoots, claps and laughter of the mutinous four, Commander Nick, second in power to the Captain alone, unfazed, smiled as he gave Ellis the 'one moment please' signal, turned calmly around, then quickly cleared the bridge of his giggling, insubordinate, associates with vile but phony threats of keelhauling and plank walking.

In the ensuing quiet, Nick resumed his kneel alongside Ellis station, held out the Roofie, smiled and said, "Now who do you want to believe? Those disloyal, backstabbing, BASTARDS... or your beloved, dashing, C.O. who has only your best interest at heart?"

Smiling sweetly, Ellis snatches the pill from Nick's open palm, pops it in his mouth and says, "You, Sir! It's always gonna be you!"

"Atta boy!", Nick says and gives a gentle squeeze to the back of his boy's neck. His boy! "You know where my quarters are... the door now opens for you as well. I've got to grab a few supplies and will meet you there within 30 and you should head that way now before you get too "relaxed" and I have to come find you."

As soon as Nick left, Ellis spit the pill into the bin, pants tightening and eyes flashing as he pondered on the evil, cruel, wonderful things Nick might subject his helpless, quivering, buff, boys body to while believing him unconscious. Ellis planned to hold out for as long as he could until Nick had him squealing thus ending the delicious charade. But by then it wouldn't matter. The next three years, Ellis reckoned, were gonna fly by.