Chapter Two; Intensio

Intensio. Noun. 1. Aim. 2. Spasm. 3. Strain. 4. Stretch. 5. Tension

Data cringed, his booted toes pedalling uselessly at the floor as Maddox approached. The man's face had gone hard and cold, clinical, and he pressed the button to activate the pain stick. It flared with sickly crackling energy, and Maddox looked into the android's eyes as he pushed the rod into his stomach.

Data screamed, his muscles tensing and relaxing in shimmering waves under his skin as the shock swept through him, sensors shrieking agony through his mind and his servos and hydraulics firing randomly. His body twisted and writhed, and Maddox pulled his arm back. All his synthetic tendons and muscles relaxed at once, and the android slumped to the limit of the chain, chest heaving with shock and pain, shaking with fear and sobbing with horror.

"This is what I was trying to avoid." Murmured Maddox. "Do you see how much easier it would be if you'd just do as I ask?"

"No, no..." Gasped Data. "I... will not..."

The tip of the stick hit the centre of his chest and his back arched, head craning back and legs twitching. He clamped his jaw shut as agony seared through him, determined not to give Maddox the satisfaction of hearing him giving voice to his fear and pain. Maddox pressed the button and shut off the current coursing through the pain stick, but kept it pressed to the android's chest.

"I hope you understand that I don't enjoy this." Maddox said mildly.

"I am sorry that you do not find me more entertaining." Data growled through gritted teeth, and Maddox laughed lightly, leaning in to push the stick harder against his sternum.

"Your sense of humor has improved as well! Remarkable!" He shook his head in wonder, and then drew his arm back and turned away, strolling back to his console to put down the pain stick and pick up a PADD and tricorder. He scanned the android again, watching the readout intently, while Data hung gasping, trying to haul his mind into some semblance of order.

"Yes, this all seems fine." Maddox murmured, and placed the equipment back on the table. He looked up at the dangling android brightly.

"Well, I've certainly had enough for today, and I'm sure you have as well! I shall leave you here to think about your options, and I'll see you in the morning. I insist on sticking to Federation standard time, that should make your transition a little easier. I'll see you at oh-nine-hundred hours." He nodded briskly to the android with a tight smile, and strode from the room.

As the door slid shut Data hung his head and allowed the tears to flow, bitter sobs setting his chest heaving afresh. The realisation that his attempts to escape had only aided his captor hit him like a physical blow. Once again he had overplayed his hand, and all he had achieved was to give Maddox what he wanted; the information on how to keep him captive. He indulged in his hopelessness for nine minutes and twenty-eight seconds, before drawing a deep breath and lifting his head to assess his environment thoroughly. He skidded his feet experimentally on the laminated floor, and then kicked his boots off. He removed his socks with his toes and tested his grip. Much better. He looked up at the restraints. Two chains, one attached to each manacle, thick duranium links, feeding up into a hole in the ceiling. Presumably the mechanism had been reinforced since his last escape attempt. He berated himself silently for a moment before turning himself around.

The wall behind him was smooth and featureless, but perhaps close enough. He put his leg out in an awkward goose-step and was just able to brush the wall with his toes. He looked up at the chain again, calculating. He was too weak to pull himself hand over hand as a dead weight, but if he could get a grip on the wall... He stepped back and then bounced of his feet and swung, bringing his knees and elbows to his chest, lifting himself. His feet hit the wall and he straightened out, his arms stretched out once again above his head, but with his body horizontal this time, fists gripping the chains a foot higher than the manacles. He gritted his teeth, forcing his weakened body to obey him as he slowly walked his feet up the wall. With every step he reeled the chains in, keeping his spine rigid. He paused at one point eight meters, hoping that the drop, plus his weight and momentum, would be enough. He pushed away from the wall and let his body swing down, keeping his grip on the chain. Again he pushed himself off from the wall, and a third time, and when his feet hit the wall and he was close enough that he had to bend his knees, he drove his feet into the wall and threw himself backwards head first, releasing the chains.

They snapped taut and the manacles bit into his wrists. His whole body swung round, legs flailing wildly, and his arms were almost jerked from their sockets as the chains held and swung him back. He cried out as something in his right shoulder gave with a sharp retort, and his heavy body swayed like a pendulum, threatening to drag the damaged arm from his body. He put all of his weight on his left arm, pulling himself up, and dragged his toes along the floor to stop his movement. When he finally stopped swinging he lowered himself down onto his toes, allowing his left arm to relax slightly. He was breathing in sobbing gasps, the effort and the pain threatening to overwhelm him. He dredged up a piece of information about disassociation. Sometimes, in order to escape a traumatic situation, one's mind would split apart from the body, separating the sensations from the consciousness. He wondered if he could do that by sheer force of will alone. He forced his breathing to steady and began to try and think of a memory sufficiently distracting to allow him to forget his fear and pain. Let the pain recede, stop thinking about what the morning might bring, think about...

Geordi.

Yes! A memory intense enough... another time he had his arms stretched out above his head, his wrists bound... When their passions were heady and new, before his capture had made such things impossible for him to endure...

"I fail to see the point of the restraints. You are aware of course, that I could escape if I so chose?"

"Well, yeah," Geordi chuckled, "I'm not gonna tie you down for real. Just... pretend to be helpless, right?"

Data frowned. "But why?"

"Because... Because I'm gonna be in charge, and you're not allowed to use your hands. No touching, either me or yourself, right?"

Data looked up the bed at the belt that Geordi had wrapped loosely around his wrists and looped through the headboard. He sighed. "Very well."

"Good." Geordi grinned. "I'm gonna teach you some patience."

He had removed Data's shirt, left him dressed from the waist down, lying on his back on the bed. Data wasn't entirely sure of the purpose of this sex game, but Geordi seemed to think he would enjoy it, and he trusted Geordi. Besides, the man had more experience of such things.

Geordi kissed his mouth, slow and lingering, and Data felt his body react, the catch in his breathing and the increase of the rate of circulation of his bio-fluids. He was already aroused, and he returned the kiss avidly, raising his head from the pillow, but Geordi pulled away.

"Nuh-uh." He admonished. "Stay still."

Data allowed his head to fall back as Geordi licked and kissed his neck, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. The man trailed kisses along his collarbone and down his sternum, brushing his fingers along the smooth shimmering bioplast skin. Data trembled and gasped as Geordi took one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the tender pseudo-flesh, and causing his sexual behaviour program to fully activate, making him squirm at the sudden pressure of the fullness of his erection against his clothes. Data tugged a little at the belt binding his wrists. He could break it, wrap his arms around the man... but he didn't want to. He realized that as Geordi's lips left a trail of sensory information across his stomach. He wanted to lie here, and give himself to his lover, allow the man to tantalise and torment him with promises of pleasure. He groaned as Geordi's fingers slid teasingly along the waistband of his pants, and then trailed down his legs. Geordi slid off the end of the bed and pulled Data's boots off, flinging them aside. He drew off the socks, trailing his nails over the soles of the android's feet, and Data gave a shuddering gasp as his legs twitched. Geordi chuckled to himself.

"Nice?" He asked, but all Data could do was whine. He was squirming his hips, indulging in the paltry amount of friction provided by his clothing. The android looked down at Geordi, pleading with his eyes, and Geordi reached up and undid the fly, dragging Data's trousers and boxers off together. The android gasped as his erection sprung clear of his clothing, the tip wet with lubricant.

Geordi lent over his legs and began kissing and nuzzling the android's thighs, trailing his fingers up and down his trembling legs as he nipped and sucked.

"Geordi!" Data whined. His whole body was burning, this tension was intolerable.

"Yes?" Said Geordi mildly, dragging his nails up Data's inner thigh, brushing his fingers across the faux scrotum and causing his lover to gasp.

"Please!" Data gasped. Geordi grinned.

"But we're learning about patience." He replied, allowing his fingertips to glide along the dip where leg met pelvis.

"Nuh, nuh, more, please, please!" He had never been teased like this before, the lust burning in his mind as the man's fingers and mouth teased and tormented, sensors flickering sensation into his neural nets, but never enough, never where he wanted it. Geordi bit the inside of his thigh and he cried out, his cock twitching with need. The man just laughed, kissed the impression left by his teeth. All these emotions were new to the android, and the insistent building need in him was an aching pressure in his mind and body. Any moment now his lover would bring him satisfaction, quell the clamour in him, but he continued to tantalize, moving up and down Data's body with his mouth and hands. He sucked again on the android's sensitive nipple and he shrieked.

"Please, Geordi, please..." He panted. His whole body was shaking with need. Data's eyes rolled back as his lover traced a line with his fingertip up the thick sculpted vein on the underside of his cock, the stimulation causing a trickle of lubricant to run from the tip. Geordi swept it up with his finger, smoothing it over the sensitive area, and Data wailed, his body trembling and almost rigid.

"Please!" He almost shouted. He felt that, if Geordi didn't do something soon, his chest would burst. The heat and longing in him, the want become need, was too intense, and he thought for a giddy moment that he might shut down right there and then as his lover wrapped a dark hand around his aching sex and began to slide his fist up and down, maddeningly slow. He fought to keep his body still, trying not to thrust into that grip, the friction torturous.

"Please!" He wailed, begging, pleading, as Geordi gripped tighter, his hand moving faster...

"Good morning!" Maddox said cheerfully, striding into the room. Data's eyes snapped open.

At some point his imagining had become dream and he had lost track of time, buried in sensual memories. He realised with a shock of embarrassment that he was desperately aroused. Shame and pain burned through him in equal measure as the damage to his shoulder made itself known once more.

"The guard said he heard you call out some time ago, is everything..." Maddox's voice trailed away as he took in the state of the android, and his eyes widened in surprise. Data choked back a sob and tried again to deactivate his sexual behaviour programming, but it had run too far and was demanding completion of the sequence. He knew that his erection was clearly visible through his uniform, and embarrassment seared through him in a hot wave.

"Well... I have to say, I wasn't expecting this." Maddox laughed uncomfortably, and Data squirmed.

"It is... unintentional." Data said, unable to meet the man's eyes. His breathing was harsh, his system running hot, and his sex was aching uncomfortably. He shifted in discomfort as Maddox scanned him with his tricorder.

"Uh, yes... Of course not. Um." Maddox also seemed unwilling to look, his eyes fixed on the readout and his face flushed. "You've damaged your shoulder, I see. Trying to escape again?"

"Yes." Data looked down to avoid meeting the man's gaze, and noticed a dampness soaking through the front of his trousers, where lubricant was seeping from his painful hardness. He gasped out a shuddering sob as he tried again to deactivate the subroutine.

"It should be easy enough to repair, if you'll let me. And, uh, your... other problem?"

"I... I cannot shut down the subroutine. I..." He was humiliated, dangling from one good arm, lust and shame burning him from the inside out. "I cannot... there is a flaw in my programming... I am unable to... complete the program... without assistance."

Maddox laughed nervously. "You need a partner?"

"Yes." Data whispered. There were tears running down his face and he couldn't stop them, and neither could he stop the small impulsive movements his body was making, his legs shifting, trying to relieve the pressure, seeking a climax that he was unable to provide for himself.

"And... what happens? When you're on your own? Have you tried?"

"Yes. I... I can... stimulate myself, but I cannot climax."

"I see. I need more information." Maddox picked up a cable and moved to the android, swiftly opening one of Data's temple ports and hooking him up to a small handheld console. Data leaned towards him, unable to help himself, arching his body towards the man, bending his spine to try and bring their bodies into contact. He hated himself, so pathetic and pleading, but he couldn't stop the whimpering noises he was making. He tried to bend his head round to touch Maddox's face with his, but the man pulled away abruptly.

Maddox perused the information on the screen, standing in front of the android to occasionally look up into his face. The man's cheeks were flushed, and there was a light sheen of sweat on his face, and Data realised that he too was aroused.

"Please..." He whispered, locking eyes with the man. Maddox trembled and shook his head.

"Data... I can see that you're suffering, but..." He sighed, wiping a hand down his long face. "You have been hurt. I... Not like this."

"Commander Maddox..."

"Please Data, call me Bruce."

"Bruce..." He felt awkward using the man's first name, but the thought was subsumed by the insistent clamour of his body. "Please..."

Maddox reached up and disconnected the cable, and Data pushed his face into the man's hand, and hated himself for doing so. Maddox caressed the android's cheek with his thumb, brushing away his tears.

"Look at me." The man said. Data locked eyes with Maddox. "Listen carefully. Are you listening?" Data nodded and keened in his throat. "I will explain this clearly and concisely. If you are good, good things will happen. If you are bad, bad things will happen. Do you understand?" Data nodded again and turned his face to lip at the man's palm, flicking out his tongue to taste his skin. "I want to help you Data. Do you believe me?" The android whined and nodded again. "So you need to help me. We'll work together. I'm going to help you now, and we'll get your shoulder fixed, but you have to work with me, help me. Understand?"

"Bruce, please. I... I am begging you."

"Alright. What do you need?"

"T...Touch, please. Consent." Data bent one knee to brush his aching sex with his thigh. Maddox looked into the trembling android's golden eyes.

"I want this." The man murmured. "I consent." And he brought their mouths together and pressed his palm into the android's hardness.

The shock of the intimate contact rushed through Data's body, and he crushed his lips to Maddox's fiercely, thrusting his tongue into the man's mouth. Maddox cried out with surprise, the sound muffled, and his hand shook as Data ground himself into it, and that was all it took. The android threw his head back and screamed a burst of white noise as the tension released explosively from his body in a hot rush, coursing through his neural net in a torrent of sensory information, and all of the shame and embarrassment was swept away as his orgasm tore his consciousness to shreds and threw him into nothingness.

When he came back online he was kneeling on the floor, the chains slack. Maddox was holding him, rocking him and shushing, telling him it was all right. Data sobbed with shame and horror.

"It's alright, it's okay. Let's get you fixed."

Maddox had to cut away Data's jacket to gain access to his shoulder, but he left the undershirt on, removing just enough to do his work. Data trembled and bit back his cries as Maddox repaired him and then provided him with a fresh pair of boxers and trousers to replace the ones he had soiled with his emissions.

"I'll go out to let you get changed, I know you don't like to be naked in front of people. I'll be back in a while." And he left, striding from the room. Data stripped and dressed himself hurriedly nonetheless, the unfamiliar location and rattling chains adding to his anxiety. He knelt back onto the floor and bowed his head, trying to clear his mind.

Maddox had helped. He had said that he would, and he did. He did not want to disassemble him. And if he was good, then Maddox would be good to him. And yet... He looked at the thick shackles binding his wrists. Maddox knew he would escape if he could. But if he freed himself from the restraints, what then? How many Romulans were on board? How big was the ship? Where were they? So many variables, and his stuttering thought processes ground to a halt, and he simply sat and stared at his hands until Maddox returned.