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Naughty
By Skazitelnitsky
Inspired by "Being Bad" by Robin Lawrie
A small voice inside Chekov's head told him that his current situation was at least in part his own fault. He told that voice to commit a physical impossibility and worked on getting the blindfold off his other eye.
This task was made challenging by the fact that his wrists were fastened with padded and fur-lined handcuffs. These bonds were in turn attached to a small trapeze bar suspended over the bunk. Sickbay grade restrains were wrapped around his ankles and knees to assure that he did not move from the kneeling position he'd been placed in on the mattress. He had been told that if he was a good boy, the trapeze could be lowered enough to allow him to sit back on his heels.
Thus far, he had not been a good boy.
The ensign silently wished an unlikely and unpleasant sexual experience on the person who had left him in these restraints. The padded gag in his mouth made it impossible for him to verbalize this thought, however.
The blindfold tangled in his hair as he tried to force it upwards by rubbing it against his upper arm. Gritting his teeth, he continued despite the painful pulling.
The door opened.
"'Good morning!" Lt. Sulu's voice was obscenely cheerful as he entered his cabin. "Boy, the bridge is sure quiet today."
His captive had no choice but to remain quiet himself.
"Pretty boring stuff," the helmsman reported brightly, making unidentifiable noises around the room. "You know how it is -maintaining standard orbit around a planet with a skeleton crew while everyone else is down there having a good time... Well, almost everyone."
Chekov tilted his head back so he could see out the bottom of the blindfold with the one eye he'd managed to partially uncover. The lieutenant was taking something out of a bag and laying it on his desk.
"Things are so slow that Mr. Scott said I could take a twenty minute coffee break instead of the usual ten minutes. Wasn't that nice of him?"
The ensign quickly put his head down when Sulu turned towards him, but he was too late.
"Naughty, naughty," his helm partner scolded, pulling the cloth back down securely over both eyes. "I bet you've been playing with this blindfold instead of working on your apology to me."
Chekov was sorry that he couldn't tell the lieutenant exactly what he'd decided Sulu could do with his requested apology.
"You have been thinking about your apology, haven't you?" When his partner did not answer, the lieutenant took the Russian by the nose. "Is that a 'Yes, sir, I have?" He pulled the navigator's head into a nod. "Or a 'No, sir, I haven't?'" He used his grip on the ensign's nose to shake his partner's head from side to side.
Knowing that Sulu would keep this game up until he had an answer, Chekov shook his head defiantly.
"Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn," the lieutenant chided, giving the ensign's bare backside a stinging swat. "You know what you need? Something to sweeten you up a little...."
Chekov could hear the lieutenant pick up something that sounded like porcelain. He shied away as much as he could.
Instead of pulling him in place, the helmsman pushed him back so that he was hanging in the handcuffs tilted backwards. Something warm and sticky was poured on his belly. It felt syrupy. Sulu held him still long enough to drop a huge glop of it onto his stomach. After that, all the ensign's wriggling and squirming did was to spread the gooey stuff.
"Mmmm." The helmsman lapped at the goo with is tongue. "Much sweeter."
Chekov struggled helplessly as he listened to the lieutenant step back from the bunk, set down his porcelain container, and remove some of his clothing. The warm sticky stuff was now dripping onto his thighs.
Returning to his captive, Sulu put both hands into the goo and spread it liberally around the ensign's groin. With syrup covered hands, the lieutenant efficiently massaged the navigator to full erection in minimal amount of time.
"Much, much sweeter," the helmsman cooed before pressing his lips to the sticky and stiffened flesh.
Chekov bit his lip as the lieutenant began to lick him with long savouring strokes. He was determined not to give Sulu a second of satisfaction by giving any indication of how arousing this was. His resolve was sorely tested when the lieutenant swallowed him greedily and began to noisily remove the goo by suction.
The ensign's sweat was mixing with the syrup by the time Sulu finally relented.
The gag was loosened and pulled down against his throat. When Chekov felt the helmsman's breath on his face, he turned away, refusing to participate in a kiss. The lieutenant chuckled at his rebellion and took him by the chin. Sulu nibbled and licked at the navigator's lower lip until Chekov's mouth opened.
From the taste of the lieutenant's rapacious kiss, the ensign could confirm that the gooey substance he was being tortured with was indeed honey.
Sulu continued to chuckle as he replaced the gag and once more got off the bed. Chekov stiffened as he heard the sound of the porcelain being picked up again. What now?
This time the lieutenant pushed him forward instead of backwards. An overly generous dollop of honey landed on the small of his back. No matter how he twisted and turned when he was released, the navigator could not prevent the sticky stuff from trickling down, around, and between his bare buttocks.
"Mmmm," the lieutenant said, cupping the ensign's rump in his hands. "Nothing better for a coffee break than sweet buns..."
The pun was lost on the ensign, who was too busy trying to wriggle free to contemplate such things. The helmsman gave him a warning smack across his dripping backside, but this failed to quiet the navigator. A goo coated finger shoved unceremoniously inside the ensign did the trick much more efficiently.
With the penitent rendered biddable once more, Sulu could now enjoy his treat at his leisure. He feasted on the sweetness coating the rounded twin mounds whilst his finger probed steadily. As he licked at sticky pink flesh, the tightness impeding his digit's progress eased. His captive capitulated with muffled moans as he was required to accommodate a second finger and then a third.
A mere pat to that delectable bottom was all it took to prompt the erring one to bend forward and spread his legs as widely as his restraints allowed. The lieutenant chuckled contentedly to himself as he parted those suplicatingly lifted buttocks. Inserting little more than the head of his penis, he gave ensign a few quick half-strokes and then withdrew abruptly.
"Coffee break's over!" he announced cheerfully, ignoring his captive's strangled cry of frustration. "My, but time does fly when you're having fun."
The ensign twisted miserably in his bonds as the lieutenant strode to the head, washed, and ordered a clean tunic from the replicator.
"Well, I guess you'll just hang around here until I get back for lunch," Sulu said pleasantly, as he crossed and loosened the blindfold from around the ensign's eyes.
Chekov blinked rapidly in the dim light. The first thing he focused on as his blurred vision cleared was a row of frighteningly chosen sex toys lined up neatly on a table just beyond the foot of the bunk. He looked at the lieutenant, pleading silently for clemency.
Sulu only smiled. "There will be some special items on the menu this afternoon."
The ensign swallowed hard.
The lieutenant took him by the nose. "Are we going to think about an apology?"
Chekov closed his eyes and nodded without being forced to.
"That's a good boy." Sulu rumpled his hair affectionately. "Just think of it this way -- After this, I'm sure that neither of us will ever again have to endure one of us gloating because he got three days of shore leave while the other pulled three days of shipboard duty."
The ensign hung his head miserably as the lieutenant crossed to the door.
"Hope you're looking forward to lunch." Sulu paused at the exit and grinned. "Know I am."
