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	by Rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

	Rating: NC-17 (of course)
	Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just like to play with them. 

	Summary/Warnings:  A punishment fic, allegedly for Jenlmr, but you know 
	how my stories go. Mild BDSM.

	'How do I get myself into these things?' Starbuck wondered in between
	squirming and moaning, neither of which was easy, considering he was
	bound and gagged using all the correct techniques to prevent either
	inadvertent loss of circulation or consciousness, to say nothing of
	preventing escape, as taught to all first-year warriors at the Academy.
	Used as an instructional demonstration for Boxey. By Apollo.  But Boxey
	was now asleep in his room.  And Starbuck was still tied up in the middle
	of the dining table.  Apollo's comment on returning from tucking Boxey in
	was, "You look like the main course, just waiting to be uncovered."  Then
	he moved towards the cooking area and out of Starbuck's sight, although
	he could hear the Captain humming happily as he opened and closed drawers
	and cupboards.  Which left him plenty of time to think about the answer
	to his question - and to avoid thinking about what Apollo could possibly
	have meant by that statement.

	***

	It had started out innocently enough.  Starbuck had been about to enter
	Apollo and Boxey's quarters when a little blonde in pigtails came
	bursting out, dragging a rather more adult blonde after her.  "C'mon
	Momma, we're gonna miss the shuttle," the girl insisted, tugging on the
	arm she held in a death grip.

	"All right, dear, I'm coming," her mother said.  Starbuck noted the
	family resemblance then.  Ah, yes, that little one was going to be a
	heartbreaker someday.  "Thank you for watching Jen, Captain," the woman
	called over her shoulder.  Between looking behind her and being dragged
	forward, she bumped into Starbuck.  "Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant!  I should
	look where I'm going - and keep a harness on my daughter!"

	"No harm done," Starbuck murmured, stepping back to let her pass.  He
	watched her walk away and sighed gently.  If he were still looking around
	... but he wasn't.  What he wanted was right through that door and if the
	only way he could even get close was to clean up his act and be a good
	uncle to Boxey, so be it.  Giving up meaningless, if pleasurable, sex was
	a small price to pay for being able to spend most of his waking hours in
	Apollo's presence; Apollo's oblivious presence.  Starbuck sighed again
	and went through the door.

	Apollo was turned away from Starbuck, bent over picking up the clutter
	that single-digit aged children leave behind them like trails behind a
	shelled-worm.  Starbuck stopped to admire the view and sighed for the
	third time, but this was a very different kind of sigh.  A ball of energy
	launched in his direction interrupted his thoughts.

	"Uncle Starbuck!" Boxey yelled in his ear as he arrived at his
	destination: Starbuck's arms.

	'Now why can't his father do that?' Starbuck wondered.  "How ya doin'
	kid?" he asked giving him a hug.

	Apollo straightened and grinned at the sight of the two most important
	people in his life nuzzling each other.  "Hi, Starbuck.  Stay for
	supper?"

	"Ah, then my timing was flawless," Starbuck said, returning the grin over
	Boxey's head.  "Why thank you, Apollo. I hadn't planned on it when I
	decided to drop by, but I'd be delighted."

	Apollo chuckled and shook his head.  He didn't know why Starbuck seemed
	to turn up so often.  You'd think the Lothario of the Galactica would
	have better things to do than spend time with his commanding officer and
	a small boy, but Apollo wasn't about to complain.  "I'll get it started
	then so you won't miss the Pyramid game in the Ready Room later."

	"Okay, but don't rush.  Unless you're going to stake me..."

	"Dream on," Apollo called from the cooking area.

	"Well, then, don't rush.  I never go to a game I can't afford to play
	in."  He put Boxey down and admonished him, "Remember that, kid: never
	bet if you can't afford to lose."

	"Okay, Uncle Starbuck," Boxey said somberly, committing the rule to
	memory.  He went over to the neatly stacked toys and pulled a multi-piece
	puzzle from the middle of the stack.  The stack collapsed into a messy
	pile and Boxey proceeded to dump the puzzle out onto the floor.

	Starbuck settled onto the couch and picked up a briefing sheet to read.
	He could always count on Apollo having all the briefing sheets he was
	behind on reading.

	"Uncle Starbuck?"

	"Yeah, kid?"

	"Do you know about words that are short for other words?"

	"You mean abbreviations?"

	"Yeah, that's what the teacher said."

	"Sure."

	"Do you know what they stand for?"

	"Well, probably not all of them, kid.  Did you have a particular word in
	mind?"

	"Well, yes."

	"Okay, shoot."

	"What's 'Jen' short for?"

	"Genitals," said Starbuck without thinking.

	Starbuck didn't know Apollo could move that fast.  Before he realized
	what he had said, Apollo had him dangling off the ground by the hand
	twisted in his collar.  "What did you say?" Apollo demanded.

	"That 'gen' was short for 'genitals'," Starbuck squeaked.

	"Not for 'general', or 'generation', or 'genus'?" Apollo snarled into his
	face.  "None of those came to mind?"

	"No," Starbuck admitted in a croak.

	"Only 'genitals'?"

	"Yes.  I'm sorry.  I don't know where my mind was."

	"I do."

	"Yeah, well, I wasn't thinking."

	"That goes without saying."  Apollo put Starbuck down but kept the grip
	on his collar.  He turned to his son who, used to seeing his father
	remind Uncle Starbuck how grown-ups were supposed to act, had stopped
	paying attention to them and turned back to his puzzle.  "Boxey."

	The boy looked up.  "Yeah, Dad."

	"Uncle Starbuck gave you the wrong answer."

	"Oh, I know that," the boy answered confidently.

	"You do?" both men said at once, Starbuck a bit hoarsely.

	"Sure.  'Genitals' isn't a girl's name.  It's not even a name, at least
	I've never heard anyone named that."

	"A name," Starbuck echoed weakly.  Apollo had let go of his collar and he
	massaged his neck. "What name?"

	"Jen," Boxey said.  Sometimes grown-ups, even Uncle Starbuck, were so
	thick.  "My friend Jen, who just left?  She said 'Jen' isn't her whole
	name.  So I wondered what her whole name was."

	Apollo breathed a sigh of relief.  "Probably 'Jennifer', Boxey.  'Jen' is
	a nickname. Just like 'Boxey'."

	"Oh, okay."

	"Uncle Starbuck is going to help me with supper, Boxey," Apollo announced
	with a glare in the blond pilot's direction.  "You stay out here until we
	call you."

	"Want me to go to my room?" Boxey offered.

	"Why would I want that?" Apollo asked.

	"'Cause Uncle Starbuck's not gonna help you; you're gonna yell at him."

	"Oh, he's going to help me all right.  Maybe not with supper, but he's
	going to help me, aren't you, Lieutenant?"

	"Oh, yes sir, Captain.  Whatever you say."  Starbuck shrugged at Boxey
	and meekly followed Apollo to the kitchen for his dressing-down.

	***

	"Do you still have that project for class next secton, Boxey?" Apollo
	asked as the three sat down to eat a centare later.

	"You mean the one about what my parent remembers best about school?"

	"That's the one."

	"Yup.  You told me you'd have to think about it."

	"That's right.  Well, I did think about it and Uncle Starbuck helped me
	remember.  So we'd like to show you, okay?"

	"Wow!  That'd be great! When?"

	"Right after supper.  Uncle Starbuck is going to clean up the dining and
	cooking areas and you clean up your toys while I get together what I
	need."

	"Okay, Dad!"

	***

	Which brought Starbuck to his current state:  wrists tied to elbows
	behind his back; forced into a kneeling position - on the table so that
	Boxey could clearly see the technique and the knots to use - torso then
	bent back and elbows tied to knees; the rope then pulled tightly down
	between his lower legs and used to tie his ankles together.  Then Apollo
	had showed Boxey how to create and insert a ball gag so that it wouldn't
	choke the prisoner or inhibit his breathing.

	Apollo returned just then, carrying a carving knife, a meat thermometer,
	and a large, curved serving pair of tongs.  He stood facing Starbuck and
	admired his work.  "Yes, Bucko, you definitely look ready to serve," he
	said.  Starbuck's squirming had caused the crotch of his pants to rub
	back and forth against the base of his penis, teasing it into the start
	of an erection.  Apollo patted the soft swelling, then picked up the
	knife.

	Starbuck's eyes widened and he whimpered.  He felt dampness along his
	crotch and knew he had lost control of his bladder.

	"Oh, nice and juicy!" Apollo exclaimed.  He carefully cut a large oval
	through Starbuck's pants and briefs, including the entire wet area.  The
	cloth dropped the few inches to the table with a soft squishing noise.

	Starbuck felt coldness from just above his anus around almost to his
	navel.  With his back arched and his buttocks raised he was fully exposed
	and helpless.

	"Now, let's make sure you're done," Apollo said, picking up the meat
	thermometer.  Starbuck could see oil glistening on its stalk.

	Starbuck's anus tightened reflexively pushing his semi-erect penis closer
	to Apollo.  He cried out into the gag when Apollo, instead of inserting
	the thermometer up his rectum, grabbed his penis, opened the slit, and
	slid the oiled thermometer in there.  Apollo twirled the dial around,
	spinning the stalk inside Starbuck's now-rigid member and Starbuck bucked
	and gasped in response, not sure whether he was experiencing pleasure or
	pain.

	Apollo watched Starbuck's responses carefully.  He picked up the closed
	tongs, also well oiled, in one hand as he continued rotating the
	thermometer with the other.  Starbuck was mewing and thrusting steadily
	now.  Timing it carefully, he reached under the bound man and pushed the
	tongs up his rectum as he came down from a thrust.  Starbuck choked
	around the gag and his penis pulsed wildly at the unanticipated invasion.
	Apollo stopped all motion until the other man brought his body under
	control.

	Once Starbuck had calmed, Apollo spoke.  "This," he explained, tapping
	the thermometer, "will prevent any further accidents.  And these," he
	went on, gently pushing the tongs further into Starbuck, "will stretch
	you as I open them."  He demonstrated, opening the tongs only to the
	first notch.  Starbuck reacted violently again and Apollo waited.  When
	the man on the table calmed, Apollo opened the tongs to the next notch.
	He repeated this, looking carefully at Starbuck's anus after each
	increase in width, until a small, red crack appeared.  Then he locked the
	tongs in that position and angled them so Starbuck was impaled on them as
	their ends were held in place by the rope between ankles.  He stepped
	back. "Now just relax and enjoy yourself," he told Starbuck.  "I have a
	few more things to collect and I'll be back."  He headed towards his
	bedroom, humming again.

	Starbuck had managed to get his initial panicked reaction under control.
	Now he was starting to think and feel.  This wasn't exactly how he had
	imagined a first encounter with Apollo, actually he had doubted such an
	encounter would ever exist outside his imagination, and he certainly
	hadn't expected Apollo to initiate the encounter, let alone take charge
	so forcefully. But this was what he wanted, now that he gave it thought.
	He wanted to be under Apollo's complete control, off duty as well as on.
	'And I certainly am under his control now,' he thought.  His body told
	him this wasn't altogether unpleasant either, although it was more than a
	little frightening.  'Where and when did Apollo learn BDSM?' he wondered.

	***

	Apollo tapped the thermometer to get Starbuck's attention. "Now,
	Lieutenant, I have to correct something you told Boxey earlier this
	evening.  I didn't correct you then because I didn't want to embarrass
	you and Boxey doesn't really need to know this for quite a few years
	anyway."  He held up a complex clamp and strap set.  "Now *this* is
	'Jen'.  And it's short for 'genital squeezer'.  I'll demonstrate so that
	you won't forget again."

	Starbuck began to shake violently. Had it not been for the thermometer
	impaling his sphincter, he would have wet himself again. His shaking
	pushed the tongs further into his rectum and the half-pain half-pleasure
	of the movement over his prostate sent him over the edge into hysteria.

	Then Apollo was holding him, making soothing noises as he loosened
	Starbuck's bonds.  He left Starbuck's hands bound behind him and his
	ankles tied, but cut the ropes connecting his elbows to his knees. He
	didn't change the man's position though and Starbuck made no attempt to
	unbend.  He pulled the gag out of Starbuck's mouth and held it away until
	Starbuck stopped gasping for breath.  "Do you want to stop?" Apollo
	asked, looking Starbuck in the eyes.

	It took Starbuck a micron to process the question.  *Did* he want to
	stop?  He realized that, despite the overwhelming terror of the
	situation, he didn't.  He shook his head no.

	"I'm going to gag you again so you won't wake Boxey, okay?" Apollo asked,
	waiting until Starbuck nodded his agreement.  He left the gag looser than
	it had been.  "Now I'm going to put 'Jen' on you."  Apollo started to
	remove the meat thermometer and Starbuck began shaking his head
	violently.  "I know what's going to happen.  Stop trying to control
	yourself.  That's part of what you've got to learn - if you want to
	continue."  Apollo paused again while Starbuck thought about that.

	'This isn't a onetime thing,' Starbuck realized.  'And if I say no now,
	I'll always wonder what it would have been like.'  Slowly he nodded and
	thrust towards Apollo.

	Apollo smiled and stroked Starbuck's erection as he pulled out the meat
	thermometer.  He could hear Starbuck's muffled groans of pleasure as he
	rocked himself on the tongs.  Apollo put the thermometer aside but didn't
	immediately pick 'Jen' up. Instead he fondled Starbuck's sac as he
	continued stroking him.  When Starbuck's eyes closed in pleasure and the
	groans became a steady moan, he quickly attached the cock ring to the
	base of Starbuck's penis and put the open clamps around his balls.
	Slowly he tightened the master screw and became aware of Starbuck's eyes
	on his face, fighting to trust him not to do damage.

	Starbuck began to whimper, but Apollo didn't stop turning the screw.
	Instead he reached under Starbuck and began thrusting and twisting the
	tongs.  Starbuck's whole body was taut, muscles tight. His whimpers grew
	to a muffled wail and his bladder gave way again.  Only then did Apollo
	stop tightening the clamps.  He continued thrusting with the tongs until
	Starbuck's body was vibrating with the need for release.  Then in one
	quick motion he yanked the tongs out.

	"Starbuck, look at me.  I'm going to untie your ankles now and help you
	up.  Then I'll cut the rest of your clothes off and carry you to the
	bedroom.  Do you understand?"  Starbuck, tears running down his face,
	nodded and Apollo fitted action to words. He laid Starbuck on the bed and
	asked, "If I take the gag out, can you be quiet?"  Starbuck looked
	uncertain.  "You can make quiet noises, but no screaming.  Can you
	control yourself that much?"

	Starbuck thought a micron then shook his head no.  He sagged in defeat.
	To his surprise, Apollo leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

	"It's okay.  You're being honest.  That's more important than being able
	to obey right now.  We'll leave the gag in."  Apollo reached over the
	edge of the bed and came back with a full-sized penis-shaped vibrator.
	"I'm going to put this into you to keep you open. It won't hurt because
	you're nicely stretched now and 'Jen' will keep you from coming.  Now,
	I'm going to clean up in the dining area - it wouldn't do to have Boxey
	wondering what kind of game we were playing - and then I'll be back."

	By the time Apollo returned, Starbuck was lost in a sexual haze.  His
	penis was purple and pulsing with need.  Apollo had to squeeze the rod
	hard to get his attention.  "Are you ready for me now?"  Starbuck nodded
	eagerly.  To his dismay, Apollo didn't remove 'Jen', but merely flipped
	him over, pulled out the vibrator, and immediately thrust his own member
	into Starbuck's stretched and open hole.  He pumped into Starbuck with a
	fast rhythm, pulling almost all the way out then plunging back in until
	his balls slapped Starbuck's buttocks.  He gave no attention to
	Starbuck's need, moving at his own pace until he reached climax and
	exploded inside him.

	He remained there, letting his weight rest on Starbuck's helpless body,
	until he softened and slipped out.  Then he slid back to kneel between
	Starbuck's legs and untied his arms.  Rolling him over, he removed the
	gag and kissed him thoroughly.  Then he lay down alongside Starbuck and
	said, "Now let's get some sleep."

	Starbuck stared at Apollo in dismay as he pulled the covers over both of
	them.  "Please," he whispered, gesturing at his bloated and imprisoned
	genitals.

	Apollo smiled and shook his head.  "Not tonight.  Maybe in the morning
	after Boxey leaves for instructional period." He looked pointedly at
	Starbuck's unbound hands and added, "If you've been good."

	"Please, 'Pol."

	Apollo had never heard Starbuck beg before.  He knew he should make him
	wait, but he couldn't.  They had both waited too long as it was.  "All
	right, but only under one condition."  Starbuck nodded.  Apollo rose and
	straddled his face.  "We didn't clean you out," he noted.  "If you clean
	me up and suck me off, then I'll let you release."

	Starbuck closed his eyes for a micron, making another in the series of
	mental adjustments he'd had to make during the course of the evening.
	Then he opened his eyes and mouth, surrendering to Apollo's control once
	more.

	Apollo set the pace and guided Starbuck with hands in his hair until,
	with a soft cry, he shot his second wad down Starbuck's throat.

	Starbuck licked him clean from balls to tip, and then lay waiting for
	Apollo's next command.

	"You can get up and remove 'Jen' now.  Use the turboflush to finish
	yourself."

	Starbuck started to rise, thanks on his lips, but hesitated and lay down
	again.  Apollo arched an eyebrow in question.  "I can wait," Starbuck
	said, almost as surprised at his words as Apollo was.  He wiggled
	experimentally.  "I kind of like having 'Jen' between my legs." He paused
	and blushed.  "I kind of like having you between my legs, too."

	Apollo took Starbuck in his arms and wrapped his legs around him.  "I
	kind of like having you between my legs, too."