BY YOUR COMMAND - Static ARCHIVE

Starbuck looked up slyly from beneath lowered eyelids. "Never too tired for you, Captain."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Apollo replied, smiling at him. "Meet me in my quarters in half a centare. I just need to make some quick arrangements."

"Fine," Starbuck agreed, thinking Apollo meant he needed to arrange for Boxey to stay the night with either his grandfather or aunt. "I'll just freshen up."

"You do that," Apollo answered. "See you in a bit." He turned towards Athena, who was talking to one of the Adulterer families, as Starbuck left. Once he was sure Starbuck was out of sight, Apollo detoured to Boomer to make some arrangements Starbuck didn't suspect, then continued to his sister, who readily agreed to keep Boxey overnight.

***

Starbuck walked into Apollo's darkened quarters and was instantly stopped by gentle hands on his shoulders. Before his eyes could adjust to the dim light, a soft blindfold covered them. "Apollo?" he asked uncertainly.

"Just wanted to give you a special, private welcome home," Apollo's voice whispered in his ear. "Figured you needed relaxing. So relax and enjoy."

He could do that, Starbuck thought as he stood still and allowed himself to be undressed. Somewhere along the line, he realized there were more than two hands moving about his body, removing his clothes and stroking him. He stiffened and mentally reviewed Apollo's words. The meaning remained the same, but he now realized Apollo had used no pronouns. Starbuck took a step away from the hands. "Apollo?" he asked again, a definite quaver in his voice.

"It's okay," Apollo's voice came soothingly along with strokes along his arms. "I'm right here." But someone else pulled down his pants as Apollo spoke.

"Then who...?" But Apollo cut off Starbuck's question with a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Trust me?" Apollo asked. Starbuck nodded. "Then relax. Consider this a welcome home present." He was kissed on both cheeks at once. Then each of his hands was enveloped in two others and he was led to Apollo's bed and laid down on his back.

Gentle massage with warm, dry hands began in his hair and simultaneously at his left foot. The top massager moved down to his ears and then began a sensual tracing of his face as the bottom massager thoroughly soothed each foot in turn.

Next, warm oil was drizzled on his limbs and firmly massaged in, going up to his shoulders and over his breast boneon his upper body, but only to his lower thighs on his legs. He sighed in disappointment, although he was feeling more relaxed than aroused, at least so far.

Four strong, but gentle hands turned him over. Starbuck realized Apollo's partner must be male. He stirred in protest and shook his head. "No, please," he whispered.

The hands left him instantly. "What's wrong?" Apollo asked.

Starbuck felt foolish. He knew Apollo would never hurt him. "Nothing," he finally responded. "Just give me a micron to get used to the idea. It's a little disconcerting." A weight lifted off the end of the bed and a hand he knew was Apollo's rubbed the middle of his back.

"This is supposed to be a pleasant surprise. Do you want me to take the blindfold off?" Apollo asked.

Starbuck felt like he was letting Apollo down, disappointing him. "No," he said. "I'm okay. I was never part of a threesome is all." He relaxed under Apollo's hand.

The weight came back onto the end of the bed and a casual hand was laid on his buttocks. "You're sure now?" Apollo asked. Starbuck smiled reassuringly and nodded.

The massage oil was drizzled along his back and down his thighs. Hands worked tight muscles until Starbuck lay limp, humming his pleasure. Then he was rolled onto his side and the massage became more intimate. But by that time, Starbuck had accustomed himself to the idea and moved languidly into the caresses.

His nipples were rolled and massaged at the same time his buttocks were. One set of hands drifted slowly downward, teasing his navel, while the other set began exploring his inner thighs. The base of his penis was reached simultaneously with his scrotal sac being found. Arousal had long since replaced relaxation. He moaned and tried to be more fully held by both men at once.

Now the head of his penis was being thumbed while careful fingers separated his buttocks and stroked his cleft. Moans became whimpers as he thrust back and forth with increasing urgency. When his hard aching rod was firmly grasped he surged forward into it, causing the two men ministering to him to laugh and stroke his arm and back until he quieted. But when a questing finger sought his puckered rear opening, he cried out in alarm.

"Just a finger, I promise," Apollo said. "I'll let you know everything before it happens." Apollo stretched out along Starbuck's front as he spoke, never letting go of his still hard cock. Starbuck nodded into Apollo's shoulder, noting from the soft suede that he was still dressed. Another body stretched out behind Starbuck, and he felt the suede on that one, too. He buried his face in Apollo's shoulder and nodded again. "Go ahead," Apollo directed softly.

The finger, which had remained still at Starbuck's rear entrance began slowly twisting in. Starbuck whimpered, more at not knowing the owner of the invasive digit than at the pain he knew would turn to pleasure very soon. Apollo stroked Starbuck's penis slowly, providing a mild distraction. When the finger was fully in, he paused a moment until Starbuck relaxed, the asked, "Ready?" At Starbuck's nod, both finger and hand began pumping slowly, and Starbuck was soon moaning and thrusting back and forth again.

"Ready for more?" Apollo asked without stopping and Starbuck nodded instantly. The first finger came all the way out on the next pump and was replaced with two, without interrupting the rhythm. Starbuck cried out at the speed with which the stretching was increased, but didn't stop his own motion. The two fingers scissored inside him, grazing his prostate with each motion, until his movements were no longer coordinated thrusts, but constant writhing. Open-mouthed panting replaced the moans.

"Do you want to cum now?" Apollo asked.

"Please, please, please," Starbuck begged.

The fingers were removed and now three were forced in, pumping fully in and almost completely out with hard thrusts that almost flattened the pleasure-giving gland. His penis was held and pumped with equal firmness.

Starbuck screamed wordlessly, stiffened, and came violently, his spasms pushing both men away from him. When he was done, he lay shivering and sobbing, alarming the man behind him, but Apollo shook his head "no" at the expression of concern. The two bodies closed against him, each man holding onto the other with his free hand to keep Starbuck trapped between them.

Apollo let Starbuck unwind for several centons before asking, "Can you stay still now?" With an effort, Starbuck stilled his shaking body and silenced his sobs. Still quivering slightly and panting, he nodded. "All right. Our turn next. Don't move, we'll be right back.

The two men moved into the bathroom to clean their hands. When he was sure they were out of Starbuck's hearing, Boomer said, "Are you sure he's okay?'

Apollo nodded. "I warned you. This happens every time. Someday I'll find out why, and maybe having you join us will help. I've learned to ignore it though. It embarrasses him, but he can't control the reaction." He dried his hands and started slipping out of his clothes. "Come on, before he thinks we've abandoned him."

Boomer quickly followed suit and the two men resumed their positions. Starbuck could feel both their nakedness and their arousal and it soothed him. "I'm going to take your mouth now, okay?" Apollo asked. Starbuck nodded and opened his mouth to receive Apollo's pulsing organ. Apollo waited until Starbuck had accommodated him before continuing. "Now you're going to be stretched again and then filled in back, too." He pushed further into Starbuck's mouth to forestall the whimpered protest. "You're ready for it. It won't hurt," he assured him.

Boomer stretched Starbuck quickly, three strokes, three fingers, then thrust his own cock in with a groan.

Starbuck had almost wet himself in his anxiety at having an unknown person fuck him, but he managed to control himself and only a drop or two spilled. Whoever it was, he was wider than Apollo, but not painfully so. He indicated his readiness to continue by sucking on Apollo's cock. Before he could continue, Apollo caught his head and held it still.

"I told you, this is your welcome home present. You don't do any work this time. Just wait 'til next time though," he laughed.

Boomer groaned at the thought of "next time" and involuntarily thrust deeper.

Starbuck struggled at the unexpected push. This man was also longer than Apollo and had reached new territory. But his struggle was short-lived as the two men fucking him found a rhythm and pain went straight through pleasure to overwhelm his senses. Starbuck's cock hardened again and, without being touched, he climaxed. His spasms set Boomer off. Starbuck's gasp at the hot liquid spurting inside him was all it took for Apollo to thrust fully into his mouth and down his throat as he, too, went over the peak.

Starbuck was too far gone to attempt to swallow and Apollo was too far down his throat in any case. He began to gag. Apollo quickly pulled out in time to see Starbuck climax a third time - within centons of his second - spewing semen as he bucked wildly. Boomer's eyes opened wide as he, too, came again. The sight of his two best friends and lovers set Apollo off with a howl, and he ejaculated in a long stream over both of them.

He pulled himself back to Starbuck and held him closely as Boomer pulled out. Then Boomer held Starbuck's limp form while Apollo removed the blindfold and turnd him to face Boomer. Starbuck's eyes fluttered open and went wide with surprise. Boomer kissed Starbuck full on the lips, tasting Apollo, and murmured, "Welcome home!"