SeaQuest DSV Part 3
Warning: this story is NC-17 for explicit m/m and m/a (man-alien--eek!!!) sex and naughty language. This is intended for adults only; if you are under 18 please do not read it!
Starring:
Lieutenant J.G. Tim O'Neill
C.P.O. Miguel Ortiz
Seaman Tony Piccolo
Lucas Wolenczak
Lieutenant Cmdr. Jim Brody
C.P.O. William Shan
Commander Jonathan Ford
Lt. Lonnie Henderson
Dr. Wendy Smith, Ship's chief medical officer and a telepath
(and others)
Disclaimer: SeaQuest, its characters, etc., are the property of Amblin Entertainment and/or Universal, and no copyright infringement intended. The characters' personalities and actions here are my creation alone.
Special thanks to ScottyT. for urging me to submit this trash!
Readers, please email and let me know what you think! versakev@aol.com
Content copyright 1997, 2000 TKA
What has gone before:
When we left our crew, SeaQuest had been badly damaged after an unprovoked attack by a mysterious submarine craft. The craft was destroyed but the boat had lost main drive power and several critical systems were off-line. She floated near the wreckage at neutral buoyancy while undergoing repairs. During this time, a few of the SeaQuest crew and passengers have had 'awakenings' about their feelings and attractions. Perhaps it has been the stress and need for companionship; or perhaps there are other forces at work. But for whatever reason, Lieutenant Tim O'Neill and Chief Miguel Ortiz have revealed their true feelings for each other. Meanwhile, the tension between Lucas Wolenczak and Tony Piccolo has boiled over into a passionate tryst leaving both with mixed emotions.
After a full day, work to restore the sub's drive was nearly complete. But Commander Ford and Captain Bridger agreed that the strange craft should be investigated. Since they were at only about 50 meters depth and all EVA craft were needed for repairs, they decided to send Seaman Tony Piccolo out. The surgically-enhanced crewman's gills should function just fine at this depth. But even before Ford could give the order...
"Commander!" Ortiz looked up from his console. "There's something in the wreckage, something moving."
Part Three
Ford spun around. "Ortiz, get me WSKR view on the big screen. Piccolo, prepare for EVA." Then he adjusted his headset. "Captain to the Bridge!"
Tony stood up, looked to the main screen where they could all now see some sort of luminous, pulsing form, then looked back at Ford. "Let me get this straight, you want me to go out there and look at that thing? No way!"
Ford turned toward the seaman, his brown eyes afire and his full, perfect lips tightening. "That's an order, mister!" Then he seemed to soften a bit. "Just don't get too close. And we'll be watching through the WSKRs."
"Oh, yeah, that'll be a big help when the thing eats me..." Piccolo grumbled as he shuffled out through the huge clamshell doors.
Down at the moonpool, Tony changed into a wetsuit and suffered through being fitted with a headset camera and a throat microphone.
Ford's voice rang in his headset. "Whenever you're ready, Seaman."
"I'm not ready but I guess I have to go anyway." He muttered as he climbed into the pool. He dove under and swam for the outer hatch as the moonpool door lowered.
In a few minutes he was approaching the wreckage. "No sign of that thing, sir; can't say I'm disappointed."
"Can the irrelevant color commentary, Seaman." Ford barked. "Let's have a description."
Back on the bridge, the Captain arrived, took his seat, and played back tape of the sighting of the object. "Tony, be careful, don't get too close."
"I don't see anything moving sir, I'll circle around to the far side -- holy moley!"
Tony froze in surprise for a moment, not sure what to think of the greenish mass emerging from the wreckage. Back on SeaQuest, the bridge crew looked on through his headset camera.
"Is it alive?" Bridger asked incredulously.
"Yes, and I'm sensing an intelligence, but very alien..." Dr. Wendy Smith murmured, her brow furrowing in concentration as she pushed her telepathic skills to the limit. "It's also difficult to tell much because of the distance."
Lucas stared into his monitor anxiously. "Be careful, Tony." He whispered, hoping no one would hear. But Tim and the Doctor both did. O'Neill pursed his lips and looked over at Wolenczak in surprise, but said nothing.
"I'm going for a closer look." Tony said, his voice gurgling through the throat microphone. I'll try to be careful, Lucas."
The young genius reddened.
Dr. Smith glanced from Lucas over to Bridger. The comment seemed to go right by the Captain.
"Mister O'Neill, try to clear up that interference." Ford squinted at the main monitor.
"Trying, sir -- it's the same problem Miguel was having with the WSKRS."
Tony swam nearer, and the thing looked more and more like some sort of translucent, gelatinous blob. It was hard to tell if its swaying was independent or just movement with the ocean currents. The seaman was about ten meters away, and the Captain was just about to tell him he was close enough, when the thing moved.
Almost too fast to see, a pseudopod whipped out from the mass, forming into a tentacle which snapped around Piccolo's right wrist.
"Hey! What the --" Tony pulled back. It was slightly elastic, but incredibly strong. "Captain, this thing has got a hold of me. I'd say it was alive."
Lucas jumped to his feet. "Tony! Tony get out of there!" His voice cracked.
Bridger leaned forward. "Doctor, can you tell if this thing is hostile?"
"It doesn't seem to want to harm him captain, but I can't be sure -- its mind is too alien. It's definitely not terrestrial."
"Get free of it and get back here, Seaman." Nathan ordered. But he had barely said that when another tentacle whipped out and took hold of Piccolo's left wrist. It began pulling him towards the wreckage.
"Captain I think it has other plans..." Tony was trying to sound casual, but he was stating to get worried. What was this thing up to?
/I will not harm you/ A strange 'voice' spoke in his brain -- a disturbing sensation. This didn't do much to reassure Piccolo, but as more extensions snaked out to gently but firmly take hold of his ankles, he knew that struggling was useless. It was obviously intelligent though. /What do you want?/ He tried to 'think' back at it.
/I must know you.../
Back on the SeaQuest, Lucas was almost hysterical. "We have to go after him! It's going to kill Tony!"
But a more calm Commander Ford was already on it. He punched the shipwide intercom switch on his console. "Condition red, condition red, all hands to battle stations. Lieutenant Brody, Mister Shan, report to the docking bay on the double." Then he turned to Miguel. "Ortiz, recall a launch immediately."
'This is getting really wierd,' thought Tony, as more tendrils oozed out of the mass towards him. He was only a few feet away now, and he thought he could see faint lights glimmering deep within the body. Then the new extensions touched him. Not like the first four, which held his limbs out so he was spread-eagle, these touched him gently, slithering across his wetsuit and bare skin. One brushed his face, and he shuddered, but it persisted, like a jointless finger running across his cheek, his jaw... Others seemed to be trying to get under his suit, wriggling at the arms and legs.
"Hey! what do you think you're trying to --" Piccolo started resisting as he felt something slither up his leg. Its grip on him tightened, though not painfully. Another arm wrapped around his head, knocking his headset off. It went spinning down to the sandy floor, but Tony had other things to worry about.
The searching fingers had found his zipper pull, and with a sudden yank it opened his suit all the way down the front. Deftly it inserted more tentacles and began peeling the suit off.
"This is getting really, REALLY weird..." Tony's throat mike was still functioning.
A few seconds later the seaman's wetsuit was drifting away, leaving him with only his swimsuit. The fingers were all over him, running over his legs, his arms, leaving behind a wet glistening trail. Several were sliding over his chest, their tips focusing almost curiously on his nipples. It was like five people all caressing him at once. Piccolo kept telling himself that this was disgusting, it but this was turning him on: his dick was starting to get hard. A moment later a tentacle found its way into the front of his suit while another wiggled down the back between his ass cheeks.
"Hey! That's enough! Get outta th --" At that point it snapped his mike from his neck and his swimsuit was methodically torn from his body. Swiftly, almost eagerly, one pseudopod spiraled around his cock and began to squeeze it in undulating movements, like it was milking the man's penis. The other wormed up to his sphincter, its finger like tip tickling the seaman's clenched asshole. Yet another tentacle began kneading his ball sack. The sensation was incredible -- Tony's body was responding whether he wanted to or not. His cock hardened completely under the insistent stroking. He felt a sense of satisfaction from the thing, like it found what it was looking for.
The part of it around his dick transformed, enveloping his cock in a solid mass. It began to rhythmically pull on it like a hungry calf trying to get milk from its mother, its actions making lewd sucking sounds in the water. The other tentacle began to push up into his ass, thrusting in and out, fucking him with its gooey extension. Tony closed his eyes and tried to relax, Might as well enjoy it...
All the while the creature held him immobile, helpless while it raped him. But it remained gentle in its way, not gripping too tight. And the tentacle which seemed to slide further up his ass with every thrust was well lubricated and only caused a very pleasurable tingling. Far better than the fucks he had endured in detention. But like those, he knew when to give in and just go with it; fighting was only going to make it hurt worse later.
In fact, he was going to cum pretty soon if it didn't slow down. The thing was pulling on his cock, making it feel better than any fuck or blow job, while the tentacle inside him pushed far up against his prostate, massaging it as it pistoned in and out of his ass. Tony couldn't help remembering the one guy in prison who had been nice to him, a stocky young dude named Ben. Ben was all muscle over smooth chocolate skin, with the biggest cock Tony had ever seen. But Ben had been gentle, and he would cry like a baby when he came, as he was pumping a big load into Piccolo's stretched ass...
"Ohh god, oh god I can't believe this is happening..." Tony mumbled to himself, glad that the crew couldn't see or hear him. He began thrusting his hips in sync with the creature, fucking the tight, slippery hole while the tentacle up his ass twisted and jabbed in his guts.
He felt the orgasm through his whole body, convulsing as his balls pulled up in their sack and his pulsing cock began spurting seed into the hungrily sucking creature. At the same time he felt the tentacle push even deeper up inside him, even as his ass involuntarily clenched around it.
/Know you... have you.../ it thought at him, still milking his sensitive dick as it began to soften. It loosened its hold, then released him and retreated, vanishing swiftly under the wreckage. Tony spun around, acutely aware of his nakedness and semi-hard cock, to see a WSKR hovering just above and behind him. "Oh fuck..."
"Would you look at that!" Brody whistled as the launch decelerated a few dozen meters from the wreckage. Tony Piccolo, buck naked, was swimming towards them as fast as he could.
"I'm looking!" Shan, piloting the vehicle, leaned forward, his almond eyes wide. 'Damn Tony's hung...' William thought, unconsciously licking his lips.
A moment later Piccolo pulled himself up through the airlock with Brody's help. "Where's your gear, Mister?" The lieutenant demanded, wiping some sort of slippery substance off his hands onto his uniform. "And what is this gunk all over you?
"Uh, it was confiscated, uh, sir." Tony stammered, trying without much success to cover himself. "And I don't know what the uh, gunk, is."
William Shan came up behind Brody for a look, hands on hips. "He looks pretty well-equipped to me!" The Asian laughed.
"Belay that, Shan, and get us back to the boat, on the double." The Lieutenant snapped, then turned back to Tony "Get some clothes on, seaman."
"I--I--" Tony seemed to be trying to say something, then he started to fall over. Brody barely caught the seaman before he hit the deck. Supporting the shivering Piccolo, he grabbed a towel and wrapped him in it.
"What's your status?" Ford's voice boomed over the loudspeaker.
Shan glanced back at Brody struggling with the limp Piccolo before replying. "We have Tony, sir, and he appears to be unhurt, but he just fainted. We're on our way back."
Miguel left his console to stand next to Ford. He touched his arm and said softly "Commander... "
"What is it, Mister Ortiz?" Jonathan demanded.
The WSKR officer gestured as if to shush the Commander, then whispered "There's something that I picked up on one of the WSKRS that maybe you should see, but I don't think it's appropriate for general viewing."
Jonathan raised his eyebrows. "Alright Mister, let's have a look." He followed Ortiz back up to his station, where Miguel played back a portion of the WSKR's recording. There was a lot of interference, but he could clearly at intervals he could make out a naked and aroused Tony Piccolo entangled with the creature. "What the hell..." Ford leaned forward, then felt himself start to blush under his dark brown skin. Piccolo's cock was even bigger than he'd imagined... He cleared his throat. "Your discretion was appropriate, Miguel. Secure this file and make it available only to Doctor Smith." Jonathan turned back to the center of the bridge, not meeting the Chief Petty Officer's eyes -- or Wendy's as she looked quizzically at him.
Then her attention was diverted. Tim was nodding at his post, holding his head. "Captain, I recommended that Tim only return to duty for half-shifts the next few days..."
"Noted, Doctor; Commander Ford?" Bridger liked to defer to Jonathan regarding duty posts.
The Commander spun around, glad to have something else to think about besides Tony Piccolo's hot naked body in the disgusting embrace of that monster. "Tim, you're relieved."
O'Neill spun around, tugging his headset down around his neck and pursing his lips. "I'm fine Commander, really."
Jonathan folded his arms across his chest in the signature Ford 'don't argue with me, mister' pose. But then he said gently "Doctor's orders, Tim. Just for a few days."
The lieutenant reluctantly surrendered his headset and stalked towards the clamshell doors. Ford noticed Ortiz watching O'Neill, a concerned look on his face.
Bridger stood and stretched. "Well Commander, things seem under control here -- I'll be in my cabin. Keep me appraised of the situation with Piccolo."
"Very good, sir." Ford nodded.
Nathan caught up to O'Neill at the Maglev. "Everything alright, Lieutenant? He asked, a tone of concern in his voice, as they got on and the door slid shut. They were alone in the car.
"Everything's fine, sir, it's great." Tim nodded a little too enthusiastically, then looked away, blushing.
"Well, if you ever want to talk, you know I'm available." Bridger shot him an intent look.
Tim's mind raced -- what could the Captain be talking about? Surely he didn't have any idea... O'Neill couldn't imagine talking about his feelings for Miguel with Bridger. "Yes, sir, thank you Captain." He looked at the floor.
The Maglev arrived at Bridger's stop and the Captain rose, then paused and turned at the door. "Well, I hope everything works out. You and Ortiz are both fine young men. I'm happy for you." Without waiting for a response, he turned away and the doors closed.
Tim rode past his stop, all the way to the aft propulsion terminus before he could think clearly again.
Back on the launch, Shan prepared to return to SeaQuest. At first all the launch systems seemed fine, but just as he got underway, the power levels began fluctuating madly. It took all his skill and concentration to keep the vehicle from diving into the rocky sea-bottom. He grumbled in Vietnamese, wondering where Brody was.
But Jim Brody had his hands full just then. He was helping unconscious Piccolo towards a seat, when Tony started moaning and thrashing about. He figured the guy was delirious or something -- though he couldn't help noticing that Piccolo had a raging hardon. And there was a peculiar smell in the air, kind of musky-sweet... kind of a sexy smell, if there was such a thing.
Tony's hands were around his neck, and as he lowered the young man onto the seat, he felt them pulling him by the shoulders... pulling his head down towards the seaman's crotch. "Now wait a minute, Tony, first of all, I'm not that kind of guy, and second, we're on duty..." But Jim wasn't fighting, and the smell grew stronger as he stared down the swollen ruby head of Tony's monster cock. Brody had never screwed around with another guy, well not since he was 13 and jacked off with his best friend. But he had never even given a thought to what he was about to do. Any other time the idea would have turned him off, but he was drunk from the smell... it was kind of interesting to be the one giving the blow job... he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the base of Tony's cockhead, not noticing the greenish hue of the young seaman's precum. It tasted delicious, tart yet sweet. Brody slid his hands up Tony's thighs, massaging his muscled legs, working his way to the thick cock-roots. Then he lowered his head further down onto Piccolo's pulsing shaft...
Tony leaned back, his legs spread, running his hands through the Lieutenant's soft blond hair. He moaned, at first wordlessly. But as Brody got into sucking his cock, Piccolo began to mumble. "I must know you..."
In the cockpit, Shan was just beginning to think he was out of strength to fight the bucking vehicle. He had tried to call Brody, but the airlock to the main launch passenger area was closed and he got no answer in the intercom. He couldn't raise the SeaQuest either; all he got was static.
Then suddenly all the main power systems went off-line. He was bathed in a dim red light as the hum of the engine faded into an eerie silence. Only battery power was left. The launch drifted slowly towards the bottom, fortunately towards a sandy area. It settled onto the sea floor with a soft bump.
"Well, not much to do now." William muttered. "It's getting awfully hot in here though." He unzipped his coverall, shrugged out of the sleeves and pulled off his t-shirt. "Jeez, I'm soaking wet -- must have been from struggling with the controls." He ran his hand over his smooth, toned chest absentmindedly, just as he noticed a strange smell. It wasn't like anything he knew, but it wasn't unpleasant... As he sat inhaling, he slid his fingers down inside his briefs, closing his hand around his hardening cock. Mmmm, that felt good. He started to leisurely stroke it, running his hand over the thick shaft. It didn't seem strange at all to be masturbating at the pilot's controls of the launch...
Then it occurred to him: where was Brody? Shan staggered to his feet, still shirtless with his coverall hanging around his hips, and punched the airlock control. Even in his altered state he was taken aback by what he saw.
"What is going on out there? "Ford practically shouted to the bridge at large.
"I'm sorry sir," apologized the comm officer, "There is unbelievable interference, and its getting worse."
Ortiz spun in his chair to face Ford. "WSKRS are useless sir; as soon as they get a few meters from the boat I lose contact. I had a brief visual and limited telemetry from the launch, though, it looked like she was powering down and drifting towards the bottom."
"Any sign of damage?"
"None that I could detect. Their systems could have been affected by the interference, though. It's on a strange frequency modulation."
"Okay, I want another launch with a universal docking collar on the double and a fully armed boarding party. Ortiz, you're with me -- get your gear and meet me in the docking bay." Then he spun around, knowing the Lucas was already on his feet, about to speak. "No, Lucas, you may not go. I know you are concerned, but it's too dangerous." Ford thought the boy was going to cry. 'This is getting too strange,' thought Jonathan.
Tim closed his book with a sigh. Miguel strapped on his gun belt, then adjusted the reinforced kevlar tank top, tanned biceps flexing. "Anybody ever told you how sexy you look in that outfit?" He blurted out, then looked back down shyly.
Ortiz looked at his lover with a smile. "Not recently. You'll have to tell me when I get back." He stepped over to Tim and planted a kiss just under his ear. "Gotta go rescue Brody again."
"Well... " O'Neill reached out suddenly to grasp Ortiz's wrist. "Be careful, Miguel."
"Of course. I know my favorite Lieutenant will be waiting for me." The Cuban smiled and Tim felt that wonderful ache again. It was beyond his wildest dreams, his best friend -- the most gorgeous man he had ever met -- was now his lover.
On the launch, Shan stopped in the doorway and stared. Lieutenant Brody was on his knees, wearing nothing but his boots. Standing in front of him, both hands on the Lieutenant's shoulders, was Tony Piccolo, naked, bucking his hips towards Brody. Shan stared as he watched Piccolo's long wet cock slide in and out of Jim's sucking mouth. Jim had one hand on the seaman's balls, the other was between his own legs, stroking his hard dick.
AS William stood there and watched, his hand found its way to his short, thick dick again, and he pushed his uniform down over his muscled thighs to free it. This was so hot! He never thought he'd see Brody the great womanizer sucking cock!
After a few minutes, Brody noticed William. He pulled off of Tony's dripping rod and wiped saliva from his chin. He smiled strangely. "Hey Shan, want a taste of Seaman Piccolo? It's great."
Without a word the Chief stepped out of his coverall and joined them. Brody moved back and Shan knelt in front of Piccolo. His cock was so big, the biggest he'd ever seen. Sweet-smelling fluid dripped from the head. He hesitated, but Tony tangled his fingers into William's thick black hair and pulled him forward. Shan took the whole eight-plus inches down his throat -- sucking cock wasn't new to him, though he never thought he'd get to taste Tony's meat.
Behind him, Jim knelt down and spread William's smooth, firm ass. He licked one cheek, then ran his tongue further in, twirling it towards the Asian's puckered hole. He was pumping his own hard dick, seven inches sprouting from his blond bush. God Shan's ass was hot, tight and waiting to be fucked... Brody reached up to fondle Tony's balls, wet with Shan's spit. Then he wrapped both arms around William... hot, smooth, brown-skinned William, with his lean body and beautiful almond eyes. Shan could take them both out in a second if he wanted; Brody knew the Chief was a black belt in more than one martial art. But now he was going down on Tony's cock like there was no tomorrow, and as Jim probed his ass with a finger, Shan relaxed his hole to let it slide in. Before he could even think about it, Jim rose up and started pressing his cockhead into William's moist hole.
Shan would have gasped, but for the huge throbbing sausage in his mouth. Even as he tried to relax his ass to let in the thick intruder, Piccolo seized his head and, yelping like a dog, forced him down onto that monster Seaman cock. Spurt after spurt of thick, strangely sweet goo splattered down William's throat -- more cum that he had ever taken. He swallowed until it oozed out the sides of his mouth. Shan gasped for breath, even as Jim wrapped his arms around him, grabbed his thick cut cock and started pumping, while he thrust his long dick deep into the Chief's willing hole.
Tony fell back onto the seat in a daze, cum still dribbling from his cock. Brody held Shan and pulled backwards, the two of them unfolding their legs. Brody's butt hit the cold steel floor and Shan sat in his lap, Jim's cock ramming deep into the Chief's chute. They both let out a cry of surprise, but almost immediately William started bouncing up and down on Jim's hard dick. Brody laid back to enjoy the ride, while Shan took over stroking his own cock, pumping it faster and faster. "That's it Shan, ride my big dick, take all that cock up your tight hole man!"
William sank down and wriggled his hips, then squeezed Brody's cock in his ass. The lieutenant moaned and bucked his hips up. He was getting close...
Shan's breath came in short gasps between clenched teeth as he pounded his dick, enjoying the burning thrusts of Brody's hot cock in his guts.
The launch shuddered, then was filled with the sound of metal scraping and banging. Tony Piccolo regained consciousness, slowly aware also of rhythmic grunting and the smack of bare skin against skin. He was cold and naked and -- he opened his eyes. What the hell!? Right in front of him, Chief Shan was bouncing up and down on Jim Brody -- 'Ohmygod, Brody is fucking him -- while Shan pumped his own brown dick. Both of them seemed to have ropy strings of greenish goo all over them... 'This can't be happening!' He stared, unable to move, until Shan screamed as cum burst from his cock, spraying his chest and hair with green-white streams. He kept bouncing as Brody grabbed his slim hips, bucking into his ass. It didn't take Jim long to shoot; Tony could tell by his groaning.
Then the round docking port swung up, and a squad of SeaQuest crew stormed in -- led by Commander Ford and Chief Ortiz with guns ready. Ortiz's eyes went round as sand dollars, but Ford's only display of shock was a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. Shan and Brody collapsed on the floor in a messy heap, gasping. Tony scrambled for a blanket.
The Commander turned back to his boarding party. "All of you, back into the launch; I'll handle this." Fortunately, no one besides he and Ortiz had seen into the room. He firmly took Miguel's arm and whispered "I'm counting on your discretion, Mister Ortiz; there's something very strange going on here."
Ortiz cocked an eyebrow and nodded. "You got that right, Commander."
End of Part Three