AUTHOR: A fan fiction by Robert Claffie Jr.
SUMMARY: Set after "My Night with Connor," the leatherman who had his way with Mr. Trinneer is called to Connor's hotel room for a night he never expected.
PAIRING: Connor Trinneer with, well, me. I believe you might call this story a Mary-Sue.
RATING: XXX and then some. It's slash fiction.
DISCLAIMER To Paramount, Rick Berman, Brannon Braga, Connor Trinneer, the rest of the cast of Enterprise, and anyone else who might be offended by this innocuous little story. It is just a story. Paramount owns 'em. Except for Connor, Scott et al who, Faustian bargains notwithstanding, presumably own themselves. And it's not like this story actually uses any elements from Enterprise.
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Copyright the author 2002
NOTE: There is nothing romantic about this story. It's all about hard, raw, sexual energy between two men and not all of it is consensual. There's bondage, SM, verbal abuse, and unprotected sex. This will not be pretty. You have been warned. - RCjr
I was resting in my hotel room after engaging in some roughhousing with some other leather friends of mine. The events that took place in this room with Connor Trinneer took a lot of energy out of me and I wasn't at my best. I tried to tell a few people about the hot guy I just had but most scoffed at me. I was obviously not considered to be Connor's type. Especially since his type is usually perceived as that of women.
I obviously knew something those women didn't even have a clue about.
So it was much later in the day that I found myself in my room fully leathered as per usual wondering what I was going to do with myself. I had resigned myself to popping in a new video and having some quality "by myself" time when there was a knock at the door. Just as I got up from the bed, I saw something being slid underneath. I opened the door but there was noone there. The only sign that anybody had been there was the distant pinging of the elevator down the hall.
I closed the door and picked up the parcel. It was another hotel electronic key wrapped in paper. The paper had writing on it: "You showed me things I had never experienced before. I want to return the favor. Come to my room and I'll show you. CT"
I just stood there in a sort of shock. Huh, I thought. I had thought that time with "Trip Tucker" would have been a one-night stand and that I'd never see him again. It seems he has other plans. Well this means my one-handed night with the video can wait. I gots me a hot man to have some fun with!
There was a room number listed with the note. I wonder if the hotel goes higher than 19 floors. As it happens it didn't but Floor 19 was the Penthouse area and only accessible with a hotel room card. Ah, like the hotel room card I was clutching in my tightly leathered hands. I slipped inside the elevator and swiped the hotel room key in and out of the slot. Kinda like the sliding I expect to be doing some of my own later on. The elevator started up all by itself. I was on my way to Connersville!
The doors opened and I found myself on the penthouse floor. I took a long look around. I'll probably never be up here ever again, I thought. Unless I go and seduce some other celebrity. Heh, heh, watch yer back, Scott Bakula. I found my way to Connor's room and tried the room key. The door unlocked! So I opened the door and let myself in.
Inside, the room was dark. What gives here? I was about to switch on the lights when I heard: "Oh good, you made it."
My heart lifted, my knees wobbled, and my cock twitched at the sound of that honeylike Southern twang. I never did ask if that was his real accent or if he was putting it on. Still, nice of him to keep it up for me. So to speak.
"You kidding?" I replied. "I wouldn't miss seeing you again for the world. Where are you anyway?"
"Follow my voice, boy," came the smooth reply. "I'm not that far away."
Boy??? Wasn't it me calling *him* that before? Hmmm. Anyway, I made my way towards the voice. Soon I could see the faint outline of another human being before me. Before I could react, the other being reached out and grabbed me; pulling me towards him. I found myself pressed against Connor's naked body; his hands all over my leathered body and hands. I felt and grabbed his naked ass and then realized he wasn't totally nude! He was wearing a tight pair of leather chaps with nothing underneath!
I was getting turned on with every passing second. I could hear Conner growling softly under his breath which drove me further. "You showed me an incredible experience earlier today," Connor breathed into my ear. "But it wasn't until you sucked on my cock that I realized what you could do for me."
He pulled me off his sweaty body and looked me right in the eyes. "On your knees. Now, boy!" With that, he pushed down on my shoulders sending me to my knees on the floor before him. His engorged cock was hard and dripping right in front of me. "Suck my cock, faggot." His hand took me by the back of my head and thrust me quickly towards his throbbing cock.
It was all I could do to keep from choking as he forced my head on his hardon. It felt great but my mind was struggling to understand what exactly was happening. When did he turn top on me? Or perhaps he was always like this and was just taken unawares with his first man experience. Regardless, he was force-fucking my mouth like mad. I didn't even have to bob my head as he did all the thrusting. In and out and in and out getting harder and harder and harder.
Just when I thought he'd pop his load, he stopped. Pulling away from me, he strode to the other side of the room and switched on the lights. I glanced behind me to see this vision of human perfection: Connor Trinneer's muscular upper body glistening with perspiration. My eyes trailed down to his immense erection framed by tight black leather chaps going all the way down to his motorcycle harness boots. I could feel drool forming on my lips.
"Did I say you could look back here, faggot?" Connor yelled.
My head shot back to where it was before. Now this is getting to be just a little bit uncalled for. I heard the tinkle of a jar being placed on a side table and then the boots marched up to vulnerable back. Instantly, his gloved hands were on my face from behind. His right hand pinched my nose shut while his left forced a wet handkerchief to my mouth. It smelled sweet and intoxicating. Just too late I realized what it was and sank into a gentle...
I woke up. That, in itself, was good. I tried to rub my eyes awake until I realized I couldn't move them very far. I couldn't move much of me very far. I was instantly awake and saw that I had been stripped naked while I was knocked out and now I was tied up spread-eagle style face down on Connor's bed. My brief struggles must have caught his attention for he said: "Oh good, you're awake. I was afraid I might have used too much 'goo' on you," he drawled. "But now we can continue."
By now I was very scared. Doing a consensual SM scene is one thing, but this was entierely another. I struggled some more (and got a little sexually excited in the process) and started to cry out. Connor took care of that real quick by shoving his used jockstrap into my mouth and then sealing it shut with duct tape. "Now keep your voice down, fuckhead. Otherwise I'm gonna tape up your nose too."
A shiver went through me as I realied the intended threat. I stopped struggling. "That's a good boy," Connor drawled. "Just keep that attitude and we'll get along fine."
Connor started to fondle my bare ass. That did feel good. Until. SLAP! Connor smacked my bare ass good. While my right cheek was stinging, SLAP! on the left cheek. He prodded my asshole with his hard cock.
"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for boarding," he said as he lunged his full erection into my tight hole. BURNING!!!! PAIN!!!! OWWWW!!!!! My vision was pure white as Connor ravaged my tender hole without lubrication. The stars started to subside as Connor enjoyed himself inside my butt. "Oh this is gonna be good," he said.
With a low growl, he pulled out of my ass slowly. I panted as best I could since my mouth was full of his sweaty jock and taped and tried to relax. I could feel liquid dribbling out of my ass. That better not be blood, I thought. The whiteness returned as Connor lunged into my destroyed ass once again.
Connor must have decided I had had enough humiliation and proceeded to fuck me hard and raw. I tried to struggle but the meaning of this situation was clear. Connor was the Master and I was now the humiliated and bound slave. I was nothing more than a piece of meat for Connor to use for his sexual pleasure. I could feel my mind sliding that dark slope of ultra-submissiveness where I'd consider myself his slave and nothing more. If nothing happened soon, I would irrevocably become my Master's sex toy.
I risked a glance back to see the most beautiful Man alive sweating forcibly. The sweat ran down his ripples abs like steps on a ladder. He was plowing my helpless ass while pinching his own nipples hard. His eyes were closed and he was chanting a mantra: "Fuck the slave. Fuck the slave. Fuck the slave. Fuck the goddamn fucking faggot slave!"
With that last war cry Connor's body tensed and he started cumming into my tattered asshole. With each spurt of cum, his body thrust again and he smacked my tender ass. Several thrusts and smacks later, Connor was spent. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out my worn hole with a squelch and fell to the floor. I also passed out, my mind in a jumble.
I awoke to the duct tape being carefully removed from my mouth. The stud in blue jeans who was pulling gently at the tape looked me right in the eyes. "OK, take it easy, stud. You've been through a lot." I sat up and saw that I had been untied. I rubbed my wrists which were red and raw from the ropes.
I saw Connor Trineer sitting naked in a chair apparently sleeping peacefully. "I'm glad one of us is taking this well," I muttered. I then looked at my rescuer. He was around my age, tall with buzzed hair and a goatee. His fine body fit the white T-shirt the skintight blue jeans nicely. I could only imagine what was he was wearing on his feet but I guessed at boots. Yum. But it was his eyes that drew me the most. Clear bright blue eyes shined at me and caught my gaze. It took some supreme effort on my part to pull away from them.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Eric the Magnificent!" he said proudly. Then he blushed and his face fell. "Although you could call me Eric the Idiot right now. Mr. Trinneer was a hypnotic subject of mine for my show. I basically turned him into the exact opposite person he normally is. I thought I changed him back but I guess not."
"You could say that," I replied as I attempted to sit on my torn ass. This is gonna put me out of action for weeks! "So he's all right now?"
Eric nodded. "And he won't remember a thing. But I put him out while I took care of you. "
I nodded my thanks and proceeded to pick up my discarded clothing. I slid on my leather pants aware that Eric was watching me the entire time. Perhaps my evening didn't have to end just yet. I walked up to the sleeping Connor Trinneer. I bent down and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Night, Trip."
I put on the rest of my clothes and walked out. A few minutes later, Eric also emerged. "He'll be right as rain tomorrow," Eric said.
I nodded as I walked Eric towards the elevators. "So, Eric, what else can you do with that hypnosis?"
THE END
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