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Holodeck Fantasy #1
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by Mark E. Dassad
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(c) 1993 the author
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Barclay stood nearly trembling, his eyes drawn to the back of the slim
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body of young Cadet Crusher cavorting naked under the gentle
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waterfall. His round pale buttocks, so smooth, so pink, so...
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virginal. And with that doofy art-boy haircut plastered wetly to his
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head he seemed even more attractive...
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Wesley turned, full lips, flaccid, uncircumsized penis hanging limp
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from his near-hairless groin over two unimpressive wrinkled little
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testicles, his arms awkwardly akimbo, he stared at Barclay, a grin
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spreading across his face.
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"Broccoli! Come for a swim." He reached into the pool of water
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swirling around his thighs, waded toward the older man, splashing and
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grinning wickedly.
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"W-Wes, d-don't... stop splashing me!" Barclay staggered awkwardly,
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backing away from the waterfront, away from the wet, naked boy. His
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stretchy standard-issue uniform pants only accentuated the bulge
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swelling from his groin.
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Wesley grinned, enjoying the lieutenant's discomfort, smug in the
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knowledge that his youthful body excited the officer. He stepped out
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of the water and grabbed Barclay's wrist; heaving backward and to the
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side as he'd learned in his judo class, he sent Barclay to his knees
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in the muddy bank of the pool...
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But Barclay *had* somehow managed to get through the Academy's basic
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training, and he did outweigh the lad by nearly 30 lbs... his hand
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snaked out catching Wes' ankle and the two were on the ground in a
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flash. Blue uniform wet and muddied sliding against the laughing
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slippery wet young boy Barclay's hands grabbing whatever appendage was
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handy in his efforts to pin the brat rubbing himself hard against the
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smooth hairless body he easily pinned the arrogant little snot-nose
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face-first in the mud.
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"Well, Wesley..." Barclay rubbed his clothed groin against the firm
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round crack of young Ensign Crusher's nether region.
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Wesley giggled, even as Barclay leaned forward to keep Wes pinned down
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by the weight of his upper body as he lowered his soggy pants to let
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his hard penis spring forth, using his free hand to guide it between
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Wesley's pink firm cheeks, tapping against the virginal little brown
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button hidden therein.
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"I've been wanting to to d-do this for a l-long time, you little...
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little BRAT!"
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Barclay plunged his penis into Wesley's rectum; the lad squealed,
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impaled, as Barclay proceeded to ride his ass. He began humping back
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at the cock violating his hind quarter, moaning in youthful excess...
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"Gee Broccoli, this is *great*... what do you call it?"
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"COMPUTER! FREEZE PROGRAM."
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Barclay continued cornholing young ensign Crusher. Having secured his
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program so that only he could access or stop it, he was at the moment
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oblivious to the presence of his commanding officer, lost in his lusty
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revenge fantasy.
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"CAPTAIN'S OVERRIDE!"
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Barclay landed with a thud, the head of his penis slamming into the
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cold matrix grid of the holodeck floor howling in agony his pants
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around his hips his erection vanished rolling onto his back clutching
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his injured organ attempting to curl into a fetal position.
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"Mr. Barclay..." his features etched in stone, so much control over
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his facial muscles that it was difficult to move his jaw enough to
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speak, Jean Luc Picard spat his words out very carefully.
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"Consider yourself on report. Mister. Barclay." Picard tugged
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meaningfully at the bottom of his uniform shirt.
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Barclay lay with his knees drawn to his chest, his buttocks exposed,
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his genitals clutched protectively, his eyes squeezed tightly shut
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rolling desperately from side to side.
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"You are relieved from duty until I get a complete report from
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Counselor Troi."
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Picard stood for a stiff moment as Barclay continued to writhe...
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"Perhaps..." he allowed the faintest twitch of his right cheek muscle
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to betray his emotions. "You had better report to sick-bay first and
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explain to _Dr. Crusher_ the nature of your... "accident".
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