Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!c01.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!newsprint.newsread.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG SluFF: "Behind the Red Door" 1/1 (Wes/m) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 530 Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 04:55:06 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1093323306 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 24 Aug 2004 00:55:06 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 00:55:06 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83002 X-Received-Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 21:55:10 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) I hope you can all appreciate how much I had to step outside myself to get this done. Lord knows if I'll ever finish another one. Title: Porn-Star Wesley: Behind the Red Door Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TNG Codes: P/Wes, R/D/La/W/Wes, plus C/T 'cause I can't resist, and a dash of Ro/Barclay. Rating: very NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Warnings: Lots o' m/m sex, a touch of f/f and m/f, consensual bondage, totally over-the-top debauchery, and an ending that's spooge- tastic! Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. "Behind the Green Door" (1973) produced by the Mitchell Brothers Film Group. The quote from the loudspeaker is taken verbatim from the film -- only the gender was changed. This is not for profit, just for fun, if you can believe it. Archiving: ASCEM, SluFF, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: For Birgit, because she's cute when she begs. You've heard of Malibu Barbie? Tickle-Me Elmo? Now meet Porn-Star Wesley! Part of a planned short series (of indefinite number), but each story is independent. Sorry for all the purple prose, and please excuse my excessive use of "the (blank)ed-one" terminology; I was just having fun. Where did this come from? Well, for a few rounds over at the Femme Fuh-q Fest http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ I got into the habit of re-writing classic films as TrekSmut. But what better source material for TrekSmut than classic *porn* films? What's funny (or is it sad?) is that the originals are every bit as silly as this is. Anyway, this first episode is based on Ivory Soap girl Marilyn Chambers' classic "Behind the Green Door." Summary: Wesley endures a secret and unusual ritual before leaving "Porn Star Wesley: Behind the Red Door" by longbeachtrekstar, August 2004 An Andorian and a Tellarite strolled into Ten Forward. They were part of a delegation being transported by the Enterprise across the sector, but at this late hour they were the only ones there. The only ones except for the dark-skinned El-Aurian bartender with the outrageous hat. She was leaning over the bar, giving her undivided attention to the preparation of an exotic drink. As the two visitors sat down at the bar, she looked up with undisguised irritation. "Can I help you?" The two appeared nervous and rather shifty. After a couple of sideways glances, the Tellarite stated, "We would like some --" he lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper, "*information*." "I don't serve information. I serve drinks," she said, pulling a bottle from beneath the bar and landing it on top with a thud. The Andorian spoke. "We've heard that this ship sometimes hosts rather, eh, *unusual* gatherings -- " he pointed to a red doorway in the corner behind the bar, "-- over there, *behind the red door*." "Oh really? Well, if you boys are buying, I just might be convinced to tell you a little something." The two looked at each other, shrugged, and broke out into two huge grins. "Of course!" they cried in unison. Guinan placed three glasses on the bar -- including one for herself -- and poured some drinks. "Why don't I tell you about a little something that happened while we were transporting *last year's* delegation?" ***** Wesley and an Enterprise schoolmate walked down one of the ship's corridors. "It sure is neat having all these alien delegates on board, huh Wes?" "I suppose, but I just can't wait until we get to Earth, so I can finally get started at the Academy. Despite all this 'acting ensign' stuff, I'm still a year behind." Just then, two security guards approached the students from behind. One shoved the first student aside while the other stunned Wesley into unconsciousness with a small hand-held device. As Wes keeled over, the two guards picked him up at his shoulders and feet, quickly carrying him off. His surprised friend chased after them a few steps. "Hey! Hey, come back here!" ***** Wesley awoke, staring up at the ceiling. He looked around. It was a small square room with all white walls, floor, and ceiling. There was a red door in the wall behind him, and another -- also red -- in the wall at his feet. The only object in the room was the sickbay-like bed he was lying on. Wes thought he had been in every non-quarters room on the Enterprise, but he had never seen this one before. Wes suddenly realized that he was completely naked. He tried to sit up, and discovered that a restraining field held him in place. Confusion was replaced by fear, and his heart rate began to rise. Was this even the Enterprise, as he had assumed? Or perhaps he was a hostage on some alien vessel? He looked around again. Despite the sparse surroundings, it certainly seemed like a Federation ship. His heart leaped higher as the door behind him slid open. He struggled against the field to turn and look. A wave of relief swept through him when he saw that it was Captain Picard. But the confusion remained. "Captain! What happened? How did I-" "Shhh..." Captain Picard made a gentle pushing-down motion with his hand. "Just relax, Wesley. Everything is okay." He approached the young man and laid a reassuring hand on his bare shoulder. "I'm sorry for the unusual way you were brought here, but secrecy in this matter was of utmost importance." Wesley was full of questions, but Picard's voice had a trance-like effect on him, and he lay still, listening. "Starfleet, like many similar organizations, has a number of rituals and traditions steeped in history." Picard walked down the length of Wes's body, trailing his fingers as he did so -- down his side, across his hip, and down his near leg. The downy hairs of Wes's skin rose in reflex. "In ancient navies, the first time a new sailor crossed the equator, he was feted with song and drink and rather *boisterous* merriment." He paused and looked at Wesley with something dangerously close to a leer. "Of course, there were no women aboard in those days, so they had to, uh, *make do*." Wesley licked his lips and swallowed nervously, the mole on his cheek rising and falling in sympathy. His skin bristled, and despite himself, his penis began to flush. Still totally soft, it was nevertheless growing larger. Wes closed his eyes, desperate not to embarrass himself in front of his captain. Picard smiled knowingly as he circled the foot of the bed and began tracing his hand back up the opposite leg. "We have a tradition as well, when one of our own reaches manhood and is about to begin a new life at the Academy." He slid his hand across Wes's lower belly, brushing the sparse pubes above his thickening member, and rested it momentarily on his chest. He moved it atop a nipple and began circling it with gentle but firm pressure. "Every year, we draw one name at random from those about to leave for the Academy. You were this year's lucky winner." Wesley's breath caught in his throat as his nipple grew hard and erect. His burgeoning cock was growing ever stiffer, rising ever higher, until it became top-heavy and finally flopped over onto his belly. Picard moved to the opposite nipple and toyed with it as well. He leaned close. "Through that door, young Wesley," he nodded toward the door at his feet, "your fellow officers wish to give you a very *traditional* farewell." His hand now slid down to encircle and grasp Wesley's testicles. He kneaded and tugged them, ever gently. He wrapped his fingers around Wesley's fully erect shaft and squeezed it from the base to the top, pushing out a large clear drop of moisture. Just before the drip spilled over the side, Picard scooped it up on the tip of his tongue. The unexpected warm flesh against his sensitive head caused Wesley to involuntarily buck upwards, just once. Picard began slowly pumping Wesley's now-rock hard shaft up and down. Wes let out a whimper and began thrusting uncontrollably. Picard grasped the base of his cock and squeezed firmly. "Shhh, not yet my young friend. You should save it." Wes's contractions subsided as Picard expertly restrained his orgasm. "Now then, the choice is entirely yours, Mister Crusher. I'll release the restraining field and leave you alone to make your decision. Through that door," he pointed to the one behind them, "is your uniform. You may dress and leave. We will select another name, and nothing more will be said. Through *that* door," he indicated the one before them, "is an experience you will never forget." Without another word, Picard exited through the door he had entered from. Wesley tentatively sat up, finding that the restraining field was indeed gone. He sat naked on the edge of the bed, staring at the mysterious portal before him, wondering what was behind the red door. ***** Beverly sat down next to Deanna in the empty seat she had saved for her. "I thought you were going to be late," Deanna chastised. "Oh, never," smiled Bev. The seating area was dark and in a semi- circle around a raised stage. The stage itself was lit by bright lights directed from above the audience. "Do you know who it will be?" "Of course not. We never do. But still, there are only six crewmembers scheduled to leave for the Academy. And you know who one of them is..." teased Deanna in a sing-song. "Oh, let's hope not. Can you imagine?" "Sure. My mother was at mine. Of course, I didn't realize that until she came up on stage with me!" Deanna closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, fondly remembering her own ritual. "Do you remember yours?" "Of course," smiled Beverly. "I had this tall, busty blonde... and a Vulcan girl who did *incredible* things to me." "I wish there were some girls going to the Academy this year," said Deanna matter-of-factly. "Me, too." Just then, the lights blinked, signaling the event's imminent start. Conversations were hushed, and those who had not made their way to a seat yet, did so quickly. A voice came over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and Gentlemen. You are about to witness the ravishment of a man who has been abducted. A man whose initial fear and anxiety has mellowed into curious expectation. Although at first his reactions may lead you to believe that he is being tortured, quite the contrary is true, for no harm will come to those being ravished. In the morning he will be set free, unaware of anything except that he has been loved as never before. Perhaps you will recognize one of your friends in the role of victim. Remember, you are sworn to observe silence. If you break this rule, you will be dealt with severely. So, with the knowledge that you are powerless to stop the performance, just relax and enjoy yourself to the fullest extent." ***** The red door slid open, and Wesley was immediately blinded by the bright light. The light was angled in such a way as to prevent those on stage from being able to see the audience. Wesley stood in the doorway, a deer caught in headlights, the light accentuating his pale skin. Suddenly, two naked beings appeared by his side. A brown-skinned man - - slight, but well-muscled, and wearing a visor -- grasped Wesley by his upper left arm. A gold-skinned man took him by the right arm. Though his "muscles" were not so well defined, he was in fact the strongest being on the ship. And though he was not biologically "male", the "male-ness" of the ponderous equipment hanging between his legs could not be denied. The two ushered young Wesley to center stage, where a large spotlight lit his entire being, while smaller, more intense beams played across his features. Wesley made as if to speak, but the gold-skinned one put a finger to Wes's lips to keep him silent. The two commenced running their fingers up and down the young man's frame. Soon, fear was replaced by excitement, and Wesley's dick began to rise. The members of those on his flanks likewise began to rise -- one from passion, the other in response to coded instructions based on sensory input and sociological expectations. The brown one began rubbing his now-hard cock up and down Wesley's leg, smears of pre-cum marking his trail. The gold one reached between Wesley's legs from behind and began toying with his balls. Wesley's head began to swim, and his brain completely shut down. He could no longer analyze what was happening to him. He could only let these beings -- whom he knew, yet, in this strange new world, did not know -- have their way with him. He surrendered. Each of his captors took one of Wes's hands and placed it on their respective cocks. Wes knowingly began stroking each of them up and down within two mighty fists. The two likewise worked over his own member between overlapping hands. Wesley's cock was so hard it ached, and his clear lube flowed in a steady steam. Within this large room, where silence was paramount, the only sounds to be heard were heavy breathing and the slick squish of fisted cocks. A low padded platform was brought up behind Wesley. Bending at the knees, he was laid backwards, his feet still on the floor. Suddenly, the brown one licked the length of his wet shaft once, twice, then swallowed it down. He knew he was to remain silent, but Wes could not help letting out a soft, "Ohhh." It was a tight fit, but the gold one moved in to lick Wesley's balls. The two traded places from time to time, but rarely paused. One such pause was to hoist Wesley's pelvis higher. They then pulled his cheeks apart so as to display his virgin asshole. One of the smaller beams of light playfully danced across it. As the visored one resumed his cock-sucking, the gold one licked an index finger and pushed the tip of it into Wesley's anus. "Ohhh," Wes cried again, as his pelvis bucked in response. Twisting his finger so as to loosen the orifice, the gold one pushed deeper, until his entire finger lay buried. Tugging on his "victim's" balls while the other continued to suck his cock deep, the artificial one began sliding his finger in and out. Wesley could stand no more. With a cry, he let go, and his cock erupted. The brown one swallowed the first shot, but quickly withdrew so that the audience could witness the event. Jacking Wesley up and down, he milked spray after spray, catching some of it on his face, while letting the rest fall back across Wesley's chest. Wesley lay panting on the platform, trying to recover. Without his realizing what was happening, the others fastened a collar round his neck. A chain was attached to it and, with a gentle tugging, Wesley was urged off the platform and onto all fours. He was then paraded in a slow circle around the stage, his spent cock dangling lewdly between his legs, and back up onto the small platform -- still on all fours, his ass toward the audience. The door at the top of the stage opened again. Onto the stage stepped a tall man with a dark narrow beard. He wore a red silken robe tied across the middle with a gold sash. Stepping up to the submissive cadet, he opened his robe, revealing a large and fully erect cock. Letting the robe slide off his shoulders, he took a handful of Wesley's hair in his fist. Raising Wes's head with one hand, he grasped the base of his own hard cock with the other and proceeded to dick-slap Wesley about the forehead and cheeks. As his engorged cock leaked more and more fluid, the slapping noise grew wetter and wetter. The other two on stage continued to fondle Wesley's balls and cock, which even now was returning to its fully aroused state. At the other end, the bearded one parted Wesley's lips with the tip of his cock and thrust it down the cadet's throat. Breathing in spastically through his nose, Wesley sucked hard and tried to swallow the enormous shaft, but only gagged. Coughing loudly, large streams of drool escaped from either side of his mouth, but the tall one's assault was relentless. When his mouth had been abused enough, the raging cock was removed, and he was turned around. Again, Wes faced the audience but could see nothing. That was by design, he was sure, and it was just as well. Wesley preferred pretending there was no one out there. ***** But those in the audience *were* watching -- intensely. Indeed, the room was loud with heavy breathing. And the thick scent of multi- species arousal hung in the air. Beverly glanced at Deanna beside her to find two enormous nipples stabbing the top of De's body suit, while she rubbed furiously at the dark stain which covered her crotch. Deanna returned Beverly's look and, with intentional lewdness, groaned, "God, Beverly, that Wesley of yours is fuckin' hot!" Beverly likewise could not keep her hands from between her burning thighs, but it was Deanna who broke down first. "I can't stand it anymore!" she cried in a hoarse whisper. She pulled the zipper down the front of her suit and pulled it aside. Her tits bounded into view as she thrust a hand into her sopping cunt. Deanna pivoted in her seat and pointed her pussy toward the horny doctor beside her. "Lick me, Beverly! Lick me, please!" The steaming redhead needed no further encouragement as she dived between the Betazoid's legs. ***** In a back corner of the room, Lieutenant Barclay stood next to a potted plant, jacking off furiously. He was quite surprised that he had been invited to the ceremony at all, but nevertheless, had decided not to push his luck, and to remain as unobtrusive as possible. With a muffled cry, he emptied his white seed into the dark loam of the plant. "I hope there's more where that came from." Barclay looked up, startled. A naked Ro Laren sauntered up to him, a devious leer on her face. "Let's see, shall we?" She knelt before him and took his semi-soft dick into her mouth. "O-o-oh, my." ***** Back up on stage, the bearded one had positioned himself below Wesley. The other two raised Wes and spread his legs. As the light beams highlighted the action, Wesley's butthole was positioned directly atop the bearded one's dick. With a groan, Wes was lowered and slowly impaled on the fleshy spike below him. Above him, a set of gymnastics-type rings were lowered, and he instinctively reached for them to facilitate the up and down motion. Having thoroughly fucked Wesley's asshole, the bearded one withdrew with an almost painful groan. The visored one and the artificial one fell upon the slick cock, bathing it with their tongues and catching what they could of the jets of jism launched across the stage. Wesley was about to rise when the two by his side reached up and closed the ring-like devices he was holding on to snugly around his wrists. A second pair of rings -- which were actually shackles, of a sort -- were lowered and deftly fastened about his ankles. He was then hoisted face-up into the air. His hands and feet were drawn together so that his butt pointed toward the floor, and the slightest squirm on his part set him to rotating. Wesley now emerged from his fog only momentarily from time to time, and at this point he wondered what could possibly come next. The door opened once more, and in simultaneous answer to Wes's darkest fears and most secret desires, a large Klingon stepped onto the stage. A gasp could be heard from the darkness of the audience. From neck to feet, he wore a white bodysuit, save for a hole at the crotch through which his fearsome Klingon cock and balls protruded. Wesley's pink skin blanched at the site. The monster's cock, throbbing and pulsing with a mind of its own, was as big as Wesley's forearm. The two assistants stepped to either side of him and took hold of two handfuls each of the white material. With a jerk, they pulled off the tear-away suit, revealing him in all his Klingon nakedness. The mighty stud did a victory lap about the stage, strutting and flexing, bobbing his shaft up and down and flexing his butt cheeks together. Several women in the audience swooned -- and one or two of the weaker men. Wesley's mind once more went to his happy place as the Klingon advanced toward him. Rough hands caressed the smoothness of Wesley's cock, the light fuzziness of his balls, and the softness of his deflowered ass. Wesley was prepared for the worst, when suddenly the Klingon did something he absolutely did not expect. He kissed him on the mouth. The Klingon's tongue, every bit as rough and rude as his cock, ambushed Wesley's mouth and practically wormed its way down his throat. Wesley gagged once more as Klingon spit filed his mouth. He choked, and some of it sputtered out his nose. Finally, the beast withdrew, and Wesley floated limply in his restraints, Klingon drool running down his cheeks. Such was the warrior's foreplay, and he now meant to get down to business. The cadet was lowered to waist level before the ridged one. Scooping up two fingerfuls of semen from the lad's belly -- exactly whose semen, it could not be known -- he thrust them into Wesley's asshole, thoroughly lubing him up. Pushing Wesley's knees to his belly, the Klingon pushed the head of his cock passed the tight sphincter. Wesley whimpered, and the beast paused only a moment before sliding the rest of his piece -- slowly but steadily -- in to the hilt. Large hairy Klingon balls grappled with soft human ones as he began thrusting back and forth. As this went on, the others on stage did not sit idly by. Their assistance no longer needed for the moment, the brown one and the bearded one had begun a lively sixty-nine, the brown one on top, while the gold one mounted his ass from behind. Since their goal was for all to finish together, they had to slow their own action many times, for it was well-known that the Klingon could go for hours if he wanted. The young pup, however, could not. Though he'd had several releases already, he could not hold back yet another as the monster cock did unspeakable things to his slight ass. His hard virile dick bounced up and down against his belly until the ridged one took it in his mighty fist. After just a few firm tugs, Wesley launched his largest load yet. With practiced precision, the technicians monitoring the lights switched instantly to strobe lights of rotating color. Bathed in a fiery red, and seeming to move in slow motion due to the strobe effect, the entranced audience watched Wesley's cock flex and shoot stream after stream high into the air. A further effect of the strobe was to give the continuous stream the appearance of many separate droplets -- moving through the air, yet seeming stationary at the same time. Because he could time his physical responses with positronic precision, the gold one took his cue and immediately withdrew his cock from the visored one's ass with a loud suck. As the lighting shifted to a soft yellow, he shot his artificial load across the brown one's back. The two who were sixty-nining then came almost exactly together. A blue tint suddenly colored the room, as the bearded one's dick popped out as he came, spraying his partner in the face and be-fowling his ever-present visor. As the brown one likewise came, his tall partner eagerly swallowed the fist couple shots before pulling it out, so that those in the audience who wished to could see its load drip into his dark thatch of beard. Wesley still hung from his restraints, as the thick cum on his belly turned watery and began trickling off. The Klingon reamed his young hole such that it would never be the same again, and as the endorphins kicked in, Wesley would have it no other way. As the spectrum now shifted to a harsh green, the beast growled a warning of his impending climax. All could see his butt-cheeks flex in a powerful spasm as he trust forward with a mighty howl. His first shot was buried deep into Wesley's bowels, the second not so deep, so that as the large member was finally withdrawn from the gaping hole, rivulets of Klingon spunk dripped from the slowly closing orifice. The strobe lights caught the action again as stream after stream of warrior semen was caught in a slow-motion ballet, dancing through the air to splash across hot flesh or be caught on the occasional eager tongue. When all was finished, the Klingon and the bearded one withdrew through the door in the order in which they'd arrived. The audience was left in the dark, the better to help them skulk away, back to their nooks and their crannies, never again to speak of what they had seen. Not until next year, at least. Wesley was gently lowered to the floor, and his restraints removed. Helped to his feet by the ever-present assistants, he was escorted back through the door through which, barely an hour ago, he had bravely decided to pass. ***** Their drinks barely touched, the two aliens stared in slack-jawed amazement at the bartender. The dark-skinned bartender. The dark- skinned El-Aurian bartender. With the outrageous hat. Her story finished, Guinan smugly picked up her drink and took a sip. "Well? Whaddaya think?" The Tellarite shook his head and smiled, as if finally getting a joke. "Naahhhh... That didn't *really* happen... did it?" "Of course it did," said Guinan suspiciously, intentionally feeding their doubt. "If you don't believe me, why don't you stop by here again next month... if you think you can handle it." (End) (Porn-Star Wesley will return in "Wesley Does Enterprise") ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: