It was 2130 when Malcolm was summoned to the Captain's quarters. He thought it odd to be summoned at that hour to go over his security report concerning the spy and changes to security protocols, but the Captain was a busy man, and perhaps this was the only time he had available to him.
Upon entering the Captain's quarters, the first thing that he noticed was the way Jon was dressed. He'd seen his Captain in civilian clothing before, but not like this. He was wearing a black tee shirt, tight enough to accentuate his biceps, pectoral, and abdominal muscles. A bit of dark, curly chest hairs showing through the v-neck of the shirt. The jeans were faded and tight, so tight that he couldn't close the button and left the top part of the jeans slightly unzipped and rolled down enough to entice, but yet still cover the important bits. When he turned, the jeans showed off his firm, rounded buttocks.
Malcolm let out a soft breath of wanting as the sight of his Captain teased at him. Ever since he discovered the secret closet, he had many fantasies, causing more showers than usual while he alleviated himself to those fantasies. He just hoped no one noticed his unusual amout of water consumption over the past two days.
Without a word, Jon sat in the only chair that was in the room as he motioned to Malcolm to sit. This left only the bed to sit on and Malcolm sat awkwardly, uncomfortably on the edge as Jon stared at him.
After a few minutes of the uncomfortable silence and staring, Malcolm opened his mouth to speak. "Captain-"
Jon held up his hand to quiet his tactical officer. After a moment of Jon's fingers impatiently drumming on the desktop he finally spoke. "We're waiting."
"Waiting? Waiting for-" Malcolm quickly snapped his mouth shut without finishing the question as Jon gave him a stern glare.
After a few more minutes of the uncomfortable silence and impatient finger drumming the door to his quarters slid open as Trip walked in. "I'm sorry, I got-" he abruptly stopped what he was about to say when he saw Malcolm sitting on the edge of the bed and looked over at Jon questioning.
"What time is it? Exactly." Jon asked in a cold, demanding voice.
"Exactly 2137, sir." Trip replied as his eyes went to the floor.
"What time did I tell you to be here?"
"2130, sir."
"Do I tolerate tardiness?"
"No, sir."
"Your excuse then."
"Sir. I got hung up longer than expected with the calibrations to the anti-matter injector chambers. It's the new security protocols that slowed us down, sir. Then of course, after I finished with the calibrations, I had to go to my quarters to clean up and change my clothes, sir."
Jon stood up, keeping his hands behind his back, went behind Trip as he spoke. "Ah. So it's Malcolm's fault you're late then?"
Trip glanced up at Malcolm then quickly lowered his eyes back to the floor. "No sir. I knew about the new security protocol. I should have taken that into account, sir."
Malcolm was noticing something strange about this conversation. Not only was the fact that Trip kept his eyes lowered, but he continually used the term "sir" instead of his usual "Cap'n". He had also noticed that Trip was dressed in a white tee-shirt, also very tight to show off his muscles and a pair of jogging pants. Malcolm wasn't too sure of what to make of all of this and sat silently, observing.
Jon leaned towards Trip to speak into his ear, as he kept his eyes locked onto Malcolm. "On your knees in front of him. Explain to him what is expected."
Malcolm looked up as Trip walked towards him then dropped to his knees in front of him, keeping his eyes fixed to the floor. "Speak to sir only when spoken to. Address him only as "sir". Do not look at sir unless sir commands you to. Do as sir tells you immediately. Answer sir's questions clearly, precisely, and honestly. When sir summons you, be on time, do not keep sir waiting." Trip gulped at the last rule.
"So Trip, answer this...what happens when you are late?"
"Punishment, sir."
"What form of punishment?"
"Spanking, sir."
"How late were you?"
"Seven minutes, sir."
"So that's seven swats?"
"Yes sir."
"And tell Malcolm what I expect when I must swat you."
Trip looked up at Malcolm. "Count them off. Sir."
Jon walked over to the closest and opened the false door. Reaching in, he returned with what looked like a leather-clad ping-pong paddle. "Assume your position."
Trip swiftly pulled his tee-shirt and pants off, folding them neatly and placing them on the small table near the bed. He then got down on all fours, in front of Malcolm and gave a small smirk without Jon seeing him do so.
Malcolm's eyes grew wide as he watched Jon raise the paddle and swiftly made contact with Trip's ass. He winced as the first sound of the paddle making contact filled the air and listened intently as Trip counted off the swats with a "sir" after each number.
Each swat was slightly harder than the previous one and Malcolm could see from his view point that Trip was actually enjoying it as his member grew harder with each swat.
After the fifth swat, Jon stopped. "Malcolm...come here."
Malcolm stood and went beside Jon. Jon placed the paddle in his hand and turned him towards Trip. Staying behind Malcolm, Jon took his hand, guiding Malcolm to swat Trip's already glowing red, beautiful, rounded ass.
Malcolm realized that the sound was more vicious than the actual swat, but there still had to be some sort of pain, wasn't there? Trip's skin was red from the paddling and yet, it wasn't enough to bring tears to the eyes or make him beg to stop. The only sound that came from Trip was his expected reply to the swat. "Six, sir."
Malcolm's breath caught as he made the swat. It exhilarated him and he licked his lips in the anticipation of the final swat. Jon was still holding onto his wrist with one hand, as the other slid down his stomach to his growing groin.
Malcolm let out a small groan as Jon's hand cupped his hard cock, rubbing through the fabric of his pants. He leaned into Jon, feeling the strong muscles against his body and the swell of Jon's groin pressing on him. He took a chance and with his free hand, he rubbed down Jon's thigh. The hissing of Jon sucking air between his teeth sent a shiver down his spine.
Jon swiftly maneuvered Malcolm's hand forward for the final swat. Trip let out a groan as he made the final count. "Seven sir." Trip stayed in position until ordered to move.
Jon pulled the paddle from Malcolm's hand and laid it on the desk. Both hands now rubbing and squeezing at Malcolm's hardness, Jon huffed in his ear. "Look at him. Isn't is ass so beautiful like that?"
"Yes sir. It is sir."
"You have on too many clothes. Get undressed, fold your clothes and put them on the table with Trip's clothes."
Malcolm still wasn't sure what to make of all of this, even though he was enjoying it, it was still a little confusing. "Sir?"
"Do as you're told...unless you want punishment as well."
"Yes sir."
Malcolm undressed, folding them and placing them on the table all the while watching Jon kissing Trip along his neck and down his back.
"Sit on the bed." Jon instructed. As Malcolm sat, Jon turned his attention to Trip. "You kept Malcolm waiting as well. Apologize to him."
Trip turned towards Malcolm, raised to his knees, spreading Malcolm's legs he licked from the base of his hard member to the head then took him into his mouth. Malcolm's eyes rolled back as he let out a groan. Trip's mouth was warm and wet as he slowly sucked on the length of him.
Malcolm ran his fingers through Trip's hair, grabbing a handful and pushed his head downward. He heard Jon's stern voice. "Malcolm. Don't touch him. Keep your hands flat on the bed."
Malcolm quickly complied. His voice trembled as he replied. "Yes sir." He tightly shut his eyes, bitting at his lower lip as Trip continued sucking on him. He heard Jon moving around, then the sound of a drawer opening and closing.
He opened his eyes and saw Jon standing over Trip, naked and hard as he watched his lover sucking off his tactical officer. Jon popped open the tube of lube and coated his fingers as he got down on his knees and circled his slippery fingers around Trip's puckered ring before sliding a single digit into him.
Trip groaned against Malcolm's hardness as he felt Jon's finger sliding into him and bucked his hips against Jon's hand. As Jon worked Trip's pucker, sliding a second digit into him, he raised up and gave Malcolm a deep sensual kiss.
Jon's tongue plunging and circling inside his mouth, hungry and feverish, he shuddered. He felt Trip shifting his position, as his length pushed pass the top of his throat, further inward, Trip had taken the full length into his throat and was now working him into a frenzy as Trip's own frenzy increased against Jon's fingers.
Jon broke the kiss, stopped his plunging into Trip, and with his free hand grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked him up, away from Malcolm's engorged cock. Keeping his lips close to Malcolm's, he demanded. "Trip. Don't you dare come yet, and don't you dare make Malcolm come."
Trip let out a mew of disappointment. "Yes sir."
Softly, Jon said a single word order. "Watch."
Jon resumed his sensual kissing on Malcolm as Trip watched. Slowly he began plunging his fingers into Trip, intermittently pressing into the prostate gland causing Trip to moan out loudly.
Jon pulled his fingers from Trip, breaking the kiss with Malcolm. He looked Malcolm in the eyes. Malcolm remembered the rule and quickly averted the eye contact. "Malcolm. Look at me."
Malcolm looked back at Jon as Jon asked the question. "Do you want to fuck him?"
He didn't know what to say. Everybody on the ship knew that Trip was the Captain's lover and wouldn't dare to even think about touching him, least they end up looking at the ship from the other side of an airlock.
Jon grabbed Malcolm under the chin, between his thumb and forefinger and put enough pressure on his jaw to ache. "I asked you a question. Do you want to fuck him?" Jon's green eyes burned into Malcolm's grey eyes.
"Yes sir." Malcolm responded with the quick and honest answer. He silently prayed that his answer didn't just earn him a spacewalk without an EV suit.
Jon smiled as he stood up, pulling Malcolm up with him. He poured some lube into his hand and coated Malcolm's raging hardness. Jon sat on the bed, pulling Trip's head between his spread legs, sliding his cock into Trip's waiting mouth.
Malcolm watched as Trip's head began to bob up and down, sucking on his lover. Malcolm's brain was on autopilot as he dropped to his knees behind Trip and slid his wet, slippery cock into his prepared pucker. As he entered into him, he let out a groan. "Oh God Trip. You're so tight!"
He slid himself in slowly, thrusting his hips back and forth. Trip's movements between sucking on his lover and having Malcolm inside him at the same time sent both of them into a spin of groans and huffs. Jon pulled Trip's head up to see his face as he delighted in the tactical officer's hard thrusts into him from behind.
"Malcolm is so big, isn't he?"
"Yes sir." Trip huffed out.
"You like having his cock so deep in your ass?"
"Oh God yes sir!" Trip threw his head back, close to the edge. His face creaseing with ecstasy.
Jon pushed his foot against Malcolm's thigh, stopping his advancement of thrusts. "Not yet, Malcolm. Don't make him come yet."
Both men squirmed and moaned. Both so close and ready to go over the edge, only to be stopped and held back from the brink.
Jon stood and ordered Trip to sit on the bed, Malcolm on all fours in the middle and Jon kneeling behind him. Jon once again lubbed his fingers, working on Malcolm's pucker as he watched him suck on his lover.
Jon pulled his fingers from Malcolm, leaning over, his voice thick and raspy in Malcolm's ear. "Malcolm...once I fuck you...you belong to me. You understand that?"
Malcolm trembled. "Yes sir."
"Do you want to belong to me? Do you want to be the Captain's lover?"
Malcolm crinkled his eyebrows as he looked up at Trip. Trip looked back at him with a pleasing look on his face. "Sir. May I ask a question?"
"Yes you may."
"What about Trip? He's your lover...everyone knows that. Is this you're way of breaking up with him?" The thought of being fucked by, or fucking the person that is intended to be the replacement wasn't too appealing to Malcolm.
Jon threw his head back and laughed. "Malcolm, haven't you figured out what's going on here yet?"
"Not really sir...I was starting to think, maybe this was just some sort of kinky for the two of you, but now..."
"Malcolm. You're not replacing Trip. I intend to have you both as mine. Will you belong to me? Belong to both of us?"
Malcolm's eyes grew wide as he bit his lower lip. "Yes sir." He huffed out.
"Mmm. Good. Don't move." Jon got up and went to the closet. He came back with a pair of handcuffs and pulled Malcolm's hands behind Trip's back, cuffing him around Trip's waist. It made for a tight space, not much room between Malcolm and Trip as Jon pushed his head back down towards Trip's waiting cock.
Malcolm let out a long groan as Jon's hard member thrust deep into him. The freedom of his movements restricted as he was trapped between the two men. His movements at the mercy of this man, his Captain, now his lover behind him pushing and slamming himself over and over filling his insides.
He felt the hard sting as a hand came down onto his ass. He tried to cry out, but the forced cock down his throat prevented the noise to escape. All he could do was let out a small whimper as another sting came across him.
His groin ached to be touched and stroked. A hand on top of his head, preventing him from releasing his mouth on Trip, another hand digging into his hip, he couldn't voice the beg to be stroked. He pulled his hands forward, momentarily forgetting the barrier of the body trapping his hands.
He squirmed, hoping that one of the men would get the message and reach down to stroke his aching, raging hardness, but the message was either lost or ignored. Another hard sting to his ass and a sharp voice. "Stop squirming so much. You'll come. Don't worry. I'll make you come."
The sensation of a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass was overwhelming, driving him to madness. He heard the two men groan out as the simultaneous release filled him both ways. The hand on his head forced him to swallow as much of Trip as he could as he bucked and pulled for air, being denied the much required oxygen. The more he bucked, the more it drove Jon into him until he couldn't take the pressure any longer and began to release.
At the moment Malcolm began his release, Jon pulled his hand away from his head. Malcolm jerked his head up and gulped in as much air as his lungs could hold. This brought on a strange, new sensation, one he never felt before and his orgasm seemed to increase tenfold.
Trip looked down at him, smiling. He wiped his fingers at Malcolm's red, swollen lips. As Trip leaned forward to kiss him, he hesitated and looked past him. Malcolm assumed that Trip got the approval he was looking for because Trip placed his soft, moist lips on his in a passionate kiss.
Trip broke the kiss, leaning back he smirked at Malcolm. "Sir fucks real good, don't he?"
"Yes sir, he does." Malcolm felt a very hard slap to his ass. Too hard and he yelped out loudly as Jon's angry voice filled his ears.
"You DO NOT call him sir! How dare you?"
Malcolm didn't mean any disrespect by the wording, it was simply years of conditioning that he called Trip, his superior officer, sir. "I'm sorry sir. I-I didn't know. What do I call him?"
"Here...when we're together like this, just Trip, but never sir. He is only "sir" to you when on duty."
"Yes sir. I understand. I'm sorry."
Jon leaned forward, putting his weight on Malcolm's back as he rubbed and caressed the area he had just slapped with one hand, the other hand moved across Malcolm's stomach and chest. "It's ok. I know you didn't mean it. Did I swat you too hard?"
Malcolm nodded his head. "Yes sir. Just a bit too hard, sir."
"I'm sorry." Jon leaned down and placed small kisses to the area. Trip leaned forward and softly spoke in Malcolm's ear. "Sir gets a little heavy-handed sometimes. He really didn't mean to hurt you. Be a good boy now and you might get some ice cream."
Jon growled. "Trip...he doesn't need to know about ice cream yet. That will be a surprise for another time."
Trip looked at Jon in a wanting way. "But-"
"Trip! You're making my hand twitch...what did I say?"
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. May I kiss him some more, sir?"
"Yes you may." Jon got up and went across the room as Trip leaned down, his tongue filling Malcolm's mouth as Malcolm imagined what "ice cream" might refer to. Were they being literal or was it some sort of code for something delightfully sexual?
Jon returned to them, reaching behind Trip to unlock the cuffs, freeing Malcolm's hands. Trip pulled Malcolm up to him, laying back as their hands roamed across each other's bodies. Jon stood for a moment watching his lovers enjoying one another's passion. "I'm going to take a shower...you two have fun."
Malcolm heard the water from the shower and broke the kiss with Trip. "Are we supposed to join him?"
"No. Sir showers alone, unless he summons you to join him."
"So...what do we do now? What will he expect when he gets out of the shower?"
"Malcolm... You really need to get in the habit of calling sir, "sir." Even when sir isn't around. Try that question again."
Malcolm bit at his lower lip. "Um...what will sir expect when sir gets out of the shower?"
Trip smiled at him. "That's better. Sir won't be expecting anything particular. Sir will let us know if he wants us to stay with him tonight."
"And if sir wants us to stay?"
"Then we stay."
They heard the shower turn off. A moment later Jon came into the room with a towel around his waist. "Boys. Come here."
They both got up and went to Jon, eyes fixed to the floor. "Yes sir." They responded in unison.
"From this point on the two of you will take all of your meals together. Malcolm, since Trip already has breakfast and dinner with me, I expect that you will join us in the Captain's mess. At lunch, the two of you will sit together in the crew mess." He placed his hand under Malcolm's chin, gently lifting his head so that Malcolm was facing him. "No more eating alone. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Over the course of your meals together, Trip will explain to you what I expect. You may ask him any questions you have...about anything. Trip is to answer all of your questions, and if you still don't understand, or Trip isn't able to answer, you may come to me and ask. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. I have an early morning comm call with Command, so the two of you may leave now, but I expect both of you at my table 0730 sharp." He glared at Trip. "Don't be late."
"I won't sir." Trip responded.
"The two of you may stay with each other tonight if you wish. The choice is yours."
"Yes sir." They both replied.
Jon leaned in and gave Malcolm a long kiss then turned his attention to Trip with an equally long kiss before the two got dressed and left. As they got to Trip's door, he grabbed Malcolm by the hand. "Stay with me tonight?"
"Are you sure?"
"You heard sir. It's ok. Stay with me." Trip leaned in and gave Malcolm a kiss that made up his mind for him. An ensign came around the corner, her presence went unnoticed by the pair as she saw them kissing, making her jaw drop as she watched Malcolm going into Trip's room. She was pretty sure that would most likely be the last time she'd ever see the armory officer again.