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Captain James T. Kirk of the ISS Enterprise woke, as he often did these days, in Spock’s quarters. At least he thought he was in Spock’s quarters; the room was far too dark for human eyes to make out more than dim shapes and shadows. However, it was very warm; there was a hint of Vulcan incense in the air, and Kirk was totally naked and strapped into a framework, light but strong cuffs and chains around his wrists and ankles. He was standing instead of kneeling, but he knew the restraining frame in Spock’s quarters was adjustable. He ought to have known; he’d been chained within it enough times, on his feet, on his back, on his knees, and on all fours. Unlike his first night in Spock’s bed, Kirk no longer fought against his attraction for, his obsession with, his addiction to his Vulcan First. He gave his body freely, glorying in every lick, every caress, every bite, every penetration. There was no longer anything he wouldn’t allow—hells, beg—Spock to do to him, but like most Vulcans, Spock was a control freak, and he gloried in tying Kirk up, strapping him down, and then having his way with the human’s helpless body, doling out rewards and punishments in equal measure until Kirk crawled to him, begged him, submitted to him in every way.
A shiver ran through Kirk’s body as he realized where he was. No doubt he was in for another night of sexual torture and ecstasy, and although he would have appreciated some warning, his traitorous body was perfectly happy with this turn of events. Kirk could feel his cock beginning to stir as his mind began to replay some of his most recent—sessions—with his Vulcan master.
Kirk listened closely, but he couldn’t hear anything except the normal background noises in Spock’s quarters, which were quieter than anywhere else on this ship; Spock had excellent soundproofing, as Kirk had reason to know. Kirk had no choice but to stand locked in his chains and wait, wait for his master to decide what was on this evening’s menu. Only the stirring of air currents on his back gave Kirk any warning before the first course was served.
“Spock, is that you...” Kirk broke off with a gasp. Cool with lubricating gel, the slim dildo slipped easily between his cheeks and into his ass. Kirk panted slightly as the slender toy wormed its way inside him. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then a sense of movement as Spock—or someone—twisted the control on the end of the dildo.
“Yesss...oh, gods....” Kirk moaned as the toy came to life inside him, the vibrations going straight to his prostate, the delicious friction against that sweet spot causing his cock to swell instantly, tremors of pleasure running through Kirk’s whole body. Kirk pushed back strongly against the little toy, wishing it was Spock’s huge cock pleasuring him but hoping that would come later. In the meantime, he was rocking back and forth against the vibrator, driving it deeper into his passage, letting the waves of lust wash through him, feeling his hard cock pulsate against his belly, knowing that he was on the edge, that he was going to...
As quickly as it had started, the stimulation disappeared as the vibrator was pulled from Kirk’s channel. He moaned in protest as his body was dragged back from the edge of climax.
“Spock, no!’ he cried out, his weeping cock aching as he continued to rock in his chains. “Spock, please, please...master!” Sometimes that word got Kirk what he wanted, but not this time. The presence was gone; Kirk was alone, his body craving more.
Kirk breathed deeply, trying to get his body back under control, only partially succeeding. His cock was still half-hard, and his ass burned with that peculiar sweet pain Spock so often roused in him. But Spock was gone, at least for the moment.
What the fuck? Kirk thought. This wasn’t like Spock at all. Once his lover and master got started with him, he didn’t stop until Kirk was sobbing in blissful surrender, coming in spurts across Spock’s hand or in his mouth, Spock’s hot, hard shaft buried in Kirk’s own mouth or better still, in Kirk’s ass, the strong, relentless pounding going on and on and on...
Kirk moaned and shuddered as his thoughts only added to his frustrated arousal. He tried again to calm himself, knowing that whatever Spock had in mind, Kirk would find out when Spock decided, not before. Just then, there was another draft of cool air across his back, and hot, strong hands parted his cheeks.
“Spock, Spock, please...ohhhh!” Kirk cried out as a new oiled dildo, longer and thicker than the first, slid into his ass, the path already lubricated by the first toy. Kirk panted and tried to spread his thighs wider as the new toy entered, stretching him further and going deeper. It was almost too much, but just enough. His cock sprang back to life as the second instrument was also turned on, even stronger vibrations seeming to drum through his entire being. Kirk broke out in a sweat as he frantically pushed back again, crying out as the hard, punishing, wonderful instrument was forced deeper into his body, touching places he had never felt before. Kirk could feel his balls churning, feel the pre-cum trickling down his engorged rod, feel himself com...
A brutal fist grabbed his erection, squeezing and cutting off his orgasm, just as the other hand again yanked the toy from his body. Kirk cried out in erotic agony.
“NO! Oh, gods, Spock please don’t stop; don’t stop fuck me let me cum please!” His begging fell on deaf ears. The hot hand began to move along his cock, spreading some kind of lotion that seemed to numb him slightly. Once again, Kirk was unwillingly pulled back from the brink of climax. He shivered as he felt Spock’s hot breath in his ear. The Vulcan was panting almost as hard as Kirk, and Kirk could now smell his arousal, the characteristic amber/sandalwood aroma making Kirk’s mouth water.
“I...I am sorry. I cannot let you come, not now.” The hand continued to smooth the lotion into Kirk’s longing flesh, moving from the cock down to Kirk’s balls, which were already swollen and throbbing with the pressure. “This liquid will...You will still feel the sensations, but it will not let you spend until...you, you must conserve...I have to be...you...you must be aroused past all control...you must be prepared.”
Prepared? Prepared for what? And since when did Spock apologize for anything he does to me? “Spock, please,” he managed to gasp. “I’ll...I’ll do whatever you want. Bring one of your guards in, and I’ll suck him while you fuck me. Or we can get McCoy down here and you can beat him until he makes me cum, like we did last time. Or...” he broke off with another involuntary moan as he felt more than saw Spock leave the room again.
Once again, Kirk tried to get himself under control. He knew he had to talk to Spock, try and reason with him, try to get some idea of why Spock was doing this, before it went too far. Judging from the haze of arousal he was in, it might already be too late for talking, but Kirk knew he had to try.
He never had the chance. Before he could even think of an opening argument, Spock was back in the room, moving up on Kirk so quickly he only had time to suck in a quick breath before his body was once again assaulted.
“Noooo!” Kirk wailed as Spock plunged yet another dildo into his aching, dripping channel. This one was huge, so much bigger than the last; Kirk could feel his opening stretching beyond all limits of pain or pleasure, a dull tearing sensation fighting with the raging lust that still rode him. “Please, please Spock I’m begging it’s too big too big, too....Ohhh!” His protests died as the enormous vibrator came to life within him, as Spock’s fingers reached for his temple, and the hot, hoarse voice whispered. “There is no pain. Accept. Accept.”
Kirk’s body obeyed, his abused ass melting around the invader, writhing against the incredible fucking the toy was giving him, his ass split open, so full, the dildo embedded in him until it seemed part of his flesh, his cock raging as he fucked the air, as he clawed and tossed and moaned beneath his master’s hands. But he couldn’t come; he couldn’t find release. His master tortured him but offered no relief. It went on and on until Kirk fainted.
When he woke with a moan, he was still in the frame, still bound, but on his knees instead of his feet. The punishing vibrator was gone, but he could still feel the burn in his ass and the incredible aching pressure in his cock and balls. He was shivering, almost in shock, but after a moment, Spock’s body wrapped itself around his back, holding him close, the Vulcan’s shaking hands running soothingly up and down his torso, stroking and petting his hard chest and belly, the fever-heat from Spock’s flesh soaking into him, calming him somewhat.
“I am sorry, so sorry,” Spock’s voice whispered over and over, a note in it that almost sounded frantic. “I do not mean to; I cannot help it; I must prepare you...” He hugged Kirk closer, rocking him within his arms. Kirk could feel the Vulcan’s erection pressing into his back, like a bar of hot tempered steel, but Spock was making no attempt to fuck him, not even trying to ease his own agony.
Kirk took a deep breath. There was something very wrong here. Spock sounded so...conflicted, and that was not his personality. “Spock,” he said quietly, as gently as he could, “What is going on? Why are you doing this? You’re not enjoying it; I can tell. Please. I know you always want to be in control, but if there’s something wrong...” He took a deep breath and said the three words he’d never said to anyone. “Let me help.”
For just an instant, Spock froze. Then he trembled harder than ever and all but collapsed on Kirk, laying his head on the back of the human’s broad shoulder with a shuddering gasp. There were no tears, but Kirk could hear him breathing unevenly, as if he was fighting back dry sobs.
“It...it is called pon farr,” Spock finally gasped out.
Kirk remembered that term; Spock had used it before. “What is it?” he asked. He felt a moment of terrible fear that he could hardly accept, but he knew it was real. If there was something seriously wrong with Spock.... “You’re...not sick, are you?”
He felt Spock swallow hard against his shoulder as if trying to bring himself under control. “Not exactly,” the Vulcan replied. “It is...a biological condition common to all adult male Vulcans. It...it is a terrible curse, an accelerated mating drive. It...racks our bodies; it tears our minds from us. We must mate and mate again, or the hormonal stress will literally kill us. It...it is so horrible that we do not even speak of it among ourselves if we do not have to. Our minds stripped from us...rutting like animals....” He shuddered again, still holding onto Kirk.
“Okay,” Kirk said soothingly. “It’s all right. But I still don’t get it. If you need to fuck me, then do it. The gods know we’ve done it enough.”
“You...you do not understand,” Spock moaned. “You must be prepared; your mind must burn as I do; your body must be able to...accept me, or the fire will consume both of us. We could both die in the flames.”
Kirk felt another stab of fear, fear for them both this time. But he had not gotten where he was by letting fear stop him. He took a deep breath. “All right,” he answered. “I don’t understand this shit at all, and I don’t know why you keep saying my body has to ‘be prepared.’ It’s not like you haven’t already fucked me into the carpet....”
“I will...I will show you,” Spock managed to say. “Lights, 40 percent.”
The room’s lights came up partway, and Kirk could finally see his surroundings. He felt Spock let go of him and then rise. The Vulcan walked around the frame until he was within Kirk’s line of sight.
“Oh, GODS!” Kirk gasped at what he saw. Sock was naked and completely erect, but what Kirk saw was totally unfamiliar. Spock’s organ, always impressive, was swollen to a degree that seemed impossible, the head and ridges flared like a cobra’s hood, flushed a green so deep it was almost black, pre-cum running off him like a flow of melting ice, his cock so engorged, so enlarged, that Kirk knew why Spock had kept saying that he needed to be ‘prepared.’
“You’ll....you’ll kill me with that thing,” he whispered, shaking with a combination of fear and lust. Even as he fought the terror, that most secret place within him was throbbing hungrily, craving Spock’s huge cock, even if it did kill him.
Spock dropped to his knees beside Kirk and laid a trembling hand on his temple. He seemed to ‘listen’ for a moment; then he rose.
“You...you are hungry for me, but it is not enough,” he managed. “Lights, 10 percent.”
The lights dimmed again; apparently, in his current condition, too much light was painful to Spock’s eyes. Kirk again felt more than saw the Vulcan move across the room to a side table, felt more than saw him return and kneel behind Kirk again. Kirk tensed, not sure what to expect next.
Spock’s hands moved to his chest, the fingers covered with something soft and almost sticky. The Vulcan’s fingers found Kirk’s nipples, which were already tight buds of sensation. Spock rubbed the sticky substance into the sensitive nubs.
“This—this is Andorian honey,” Spock murmured. “It is necessary...it may be a long time....they will need sustenance.”
They? Oh, no. “Oh, gods, Spock, please, nooo!” Jim wailed softly as he felt the k’sungas, those torturing, maddening, amazing Vulcan suckers, being placed on his nipples, where they instantly clung, doing what they had been bred to do, sucking, lipping, and nibbling the inflamed flesh. Jim twisted frantically in his chains, trying to dislodge the creatures but knowing he could not. He almost missed the clever finger coated with more honey that slipped into his ass and found his prostate. He didn’t miss what Spock did next.
“No, no please don’t oh don’t gods I’m begging you I can’t stand it not there not there ahhhh!” Kirk convulsed as the third k’sunga found and attached itself to his prostate, instantly causing him to ‘come’ in racking, torturing spasms, but there was no relief. As Spock had promised, Kirk did not ejaculate. The pressure did not fade. He could only hang in his chains as the waves of painful pleasure went through him, as he begged and pleaded for Spock to fuck him, to let him cum, to grant him mercy. For long moments, he didn’t even realize that Spock could not longer hear him. Spock was gone, and Kirk was alone except for the tiny creatures feasting on his most vulnerable flesh.
For what could have been minutes or hours, Kirk rode the frightening, pounding surges of lust and pleasure, sobbing dryly in sexual agony, sweat and pre-cum dripping from his body. At last, he dropped his head, exhausted, tremors still shaking him, the k’sungas still doing their best to drive him right out of his mind.
Then Spock returned, once again placing his hand on the side of Kirk’s head. He sighed.
“Your mind is ready for me,” he informed the tortured human, who was still panting and moaning as the k’sungas had their way with him. “But your body...I must prepare you more.
I need...I need help to prepare you,” Spock croaked as he rose, staggering and walked into the other room.
Help? Who? His guards? I doubt it. Spock won’t want them to see him in this state. McCoy? What could that fool do? The doctor was an entertaining fuck, if only because he both loved and loathed the feel of men’s hands and cocks, hating to be sucked and fucked by Kirk and Spock in tandem but unable to resist wallowing in the sensations. But he was useless in this kind of situation.
The inner door opened, and Spock’s voice said, “Lights 30 percent.” Jim twisted within his bonds, trying to see Spock, hoping for a clue as to what was next. He didn’t think he could take a larger vibrator; his passage still felt raw from the previous torture.
Kirk’s eyes widened as he saw Spock again, leading some kind of animal into the room. Kirk knew Spock had several ‘pets’ in the zoology lab; ship’s gossip spread terrible stories of what these animals could do, but Kirk had never actually seen one in action. This creature was approximately the size of a large dog, with deep brown fur and small black eyes. Its muzzle was quite long, almost like a Terran aardvark, and it seemed to have only a round hole at the end of the snout where a mouth would be. Spock slipped the animal’s leash, and it sniffed the air, catching Kirk’s scent and moving towards him.
“My pet is called a basteta,” Spock rasped, his body shaking as he watched it approach Kirk’s chained body. “Do not worry; it will not harm you; it has no teeth or claws. Like many Vulcan innovations, it has been bred for one specific purpose—to facilitate sexual ecstasy. Its tongue is—extraordinarily flexible in both length and breadth. Its salvia has been specially formulated with an enzyme to both soothe and relax the flesh. We call the basteta ‘the pathfinder,’ for it will provide me with safe access to your body during my Time. I do not want to hurt you, James.” He softly uttered a few words in Vulcan, and the creature shuffled around behind Kirk, who could quickly feel the animal’s hot breath on the small of his back.
Kirk yanked on his chains, trying frantically to get away. “The gods damn you, Spock; I won’t let myself be fucked by...ahhhh!” Suddenly, his testes were enveloped in moist coolness, easing the pressure that had built for so long, the fire in his balls diminishing for the first time in what seemed like days. Kirk found himself crying out with relief, shoving himself back as far as his chains would allow, feeling the long, wet tongue of the creature laving his balls and the crevice of his ass with single-minded thoroughness, leaving the blessed cool comfort wherever they touched.
“Oh that feels....oh thank you thank you, Spock, it’s....oh, so good please more, more I need...oohhh.” Kirk’s babbling was choked off as the basteta began to lick his hole, making the opening spasm in rhythmic contractions as the tongue bath continued. Kirk spread his legs as widely as his chains allowed, shuddering as the delicious rimming continued, his whole body concentrating on the licking, the licking, the...
Ahhhh!” Kirk threw his head back and screamed as the basteta’s tongue thrust into his ass, moving in and out with incredible rapidity, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, the cool wetness and pebbled texture lapping against his prostate and then driving further into him, impossibly far up inside him, spreading him, leaving him so open that he could only beg for more. He could feel his own juices and the vibrators’ lubricant mixing with the animal’s saliva and flowing from him, dripping moist coolness down the back of his thighs.
“Oh....oh that is good...make it keep going...oh its tongue feels so good up my ass...fuck me fuck my hot ass oh fuck me!” Kirk no longer knew if he was begging Spock, the basteta, or the gods of sex, and it didn’t matter. Only the sensations mattered. He had to be filled.
He felt Spock’s burning fingers brush against his temple again. “You...you are prepared,” Spock managed to say, his voice husky with repressed desire. Kirk heard him snap out a few words of Vulcan again, and the basteta’s tongue left Kirk’s ass with an audible slurping sound that caused the human to moan as his cock jerked in response. The animal shuffled around to stand in front of Kirk as the human felt Spock’s arm go around his waist, Spock’s body pressing up against his back, Spock’s hugely swollen, inflamed, engorged cock pressing into....
“Oh yes please yes fuck me fuck me now don’t stop; hurt me shove that rod in me master I love your cock your cock it’s oh gods it’s so hot, so good...” Kirk wailed as he frantically pumped his hips against Spock, feeling the steel-hard shaft plumbing his depths, following the path the basteta had prepared within him.
“James,” Spock moaned. “James. So cool, so tight, so wet, my slave, my lover, mine, mine, mine...” Spock fucked him strongly yet slowly, his cock plunging in and out of Kirk in long, unhurried, languorous thrusts that reached deep inside Kirk and tore him apart. He found himself sobbing in joyous empathy as Spock’s mind touched his, as he saw the pain, the agony Spock had suffered as he prepared Kirk’s body, the determination to get Kirk through this without damaging him, no matter how ‘cruel’ the methods seemed, the exquisite release as Spock’s body, so long driven beyond its limits, began to find ease in the moist balm of Kirk’s flesh. Kirk cried out as the basteta began to once again lap at him, the long, agile tongue moving over his cock, wrapping itself around Kirk’s rod as the human fucked the tunnel formed by the basteta’s appendage, the cooling saliva easing the constant agony that had wracked Kirk’s body for so long, licking away the lotion that had kept Kirk from spurting his seed. Kirk still didn’t come, but now it no longer seemed to matter. He simply dissolved into Spock’s embrace, letting himself go, whirling in the sensual maelstrom as Spock slid in and out, again and again, riding the human, groaning as his hot, rich cream flowed into Kirk, bathing his own cock in the surging waves of cum as he continued to fuck the human, soothing every nerve in both men. It seemed as if he came forever, as if they might both drown in the flood of hot Vulcan semen.
At last Spock slumped over Jim, both men’s chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The basteta, responding to a silent signal, unwound its tongue from Kirk’s engorged cock and waddled away, lying down in one corner of the room. Carefully, Spock pulled free from Kirk’s body and hit the button that released the manacles. Kirk all but collapsed, caught at the last moment by Spock’s hands around his waist.
“James, James, please,” Spock moaned. Kirk wearily raised his head, his limbs shaking, head spinning.
“James, you must...must fuck me,” Spock moaned. “You must come inside me, cool me with your essence, or the flames will keep burning in my being. Please, please, I beg you.” He crawled around in front of Jim, his hips in the air, his cock still throbbing angrily, his pendulous balls still full, his entire body shaking as he positioned himself beneath the agonizingly aroused human.
“Oh, yessss,” Kirk hissed, strength returning as he felt his cock leap in anticipation. “Yes my master, now it’s my turn gonna fuck you fuck you...” With almost his last strength, he rolled Spock over onto his back, yanked the Vulcan’s legs around his waist, grabbed Spock’s hips and plunged into him, feeling the Vulcan’s hot, velvety channel open beneath him, envying Spock’s obvious muscle control as Kirk entered him for the very first time, driving all the way to his core with one push, Kirk’s tortured cock seeking its only relief.
“Yes, oh yes,” Spock sobbed, hips working, cock again spurting. “Yes take me tame me cool me, so good inside me, so good. Flood me with your seed cool my burning yes, James, yes!”
Kirk cried out and came, his cock pulsing inside Spock’s body, the feeling of his cum splashing deep in Spock’s ass setting the Vulcan off again as the two men strove together, each giving, each receiving, as the flames were fanned and doused, re-lit and extinguished, again and again. It seemed to Kirk as if he came for hours, not seconds, and perhaps he did. He would never be able to remember it clearly. He simply fucked Spock until they both collapsed, their bodies still moving together even as they passed into unconsciousness.
When Jim finally woke again, it might have been hours later or days. He no longer knew what day it was; he only hoped that his subordinates feared him enough to keep the ship running well without him. He tried to lift his head; it was almost more than his strength would allow. But he soon realized that he was clean and dry, lying in Spock’s bed, covered with several blankets. His body had that comfortable, relaxed feeling that he remembered from other sessions, when Spock would tend to his flesh with soothing lotions and creams, easing his strained muscles and over-stimulated nerves and ensuring that he suffered no permanent harm. Kirk sighed with relief and gratitude. His last memory was of Spock on the floor beneath him, being fucked by Kirk into utter exhaustion, every muscle quivering from the pent-up stress of the pon farr. The fact that Spock, even in his condition, had obviously taken the time to care for Kirk was touching, even if Kirk would never admit it.
“James?” A hesitant whisper came from the other side of the bed. Kirk rolled his head in the direction of the sound; it felt like the only part of his body he could move. His face haggard, his eyes ringed with dark circles, Spock stared back at him. For a moment Kirk, was worried, but as he searched his lover’s features, he relaxed. There was no frenzy in the night-dark eyes and no fear. Spock was himself again.
“Hey,” Kirk whispered. “I guess we’re both alive.”
Ever so slowly, Spock raised one long-fingered hand and laid it carefully against Kirk’s face, slowly stroking the smooth skin beneath his fingers.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Because of you. I...I owe you a debt, James. This cannot have been easy for you. Few who are not Vulcan have ever survived a pon farr.”
Jim tried to form the words. “Then why...why did you choose me? Surely one of your guards...” Spock’s fingers on his lips stopped him.
“I could not,” he admitted softly. “Pon farr requires a mental joining as well as the physical; it requires a genuinely willing partner. No hired guard could ever be that to me.”
“And I...and I am that to you?” Kirk trembled, but not with fatigue or fear. Something was happening between them, something that had been building up for weeks, even as they had used each other, tested each other, tortured each other. Somewhere along the journey, it had become about more than just fucking, more than just domination.
So carefully, so gently, Spock pulled Kirk into his arms, cradling him close to the warmth of the Vulcan’s body, his hands moving in long, slow caresses up and down Kirk’s back and buttocks, not seeking to arouse him but simply savoring the cool, silken skin, the firm muscles, the sweet, soft yielding flesh.
“Yes,” Spock whispered. “You said to me ‘let me help.’ No one has ever said that to me before.” He pressed Kirk’s head to his shoulder, letting his lips tenderly smooth over the human’s brow. “I...I cherish thee, James. I am no longer thy master. I am thy slave.”
Kirk closed his eyes, overwhelmed both by Spock’s words and his tone. There was no place for love in this Empire; Kirk would never say that word to anyone. But he knew, deep within himself, that he...loved this man.
“I...I cherish thee, too,” he whispered, trying to speak around the sudden obstruction in his throat. It did not matter. Spock heard; Spock understood. He kissed Kirk’s temple and murmured, “Sleep. Sleep...t’hy’la.”
With a sigh of total contentment, Kirk closed his eyes. For the first time he could remember, he felt completely safe, totally belonging to another. His last thought was, I must ask Spock what that word means. But deep in his heart, Kirk already knew.