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…The Kor’ell’ Ihk’Eh show promise but in the opinion of myself and Mr. Spock they are not yet ready for first contact. Captain J.T. Kirk.
Jim finished the report he’d been working on for the last hour, signed it, and sent it off. He huffed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair to stretch his back, a soft moan slipping from his lips. A responding moan from below his desk quietly floated up to him, followed by a polite suck. Jim scooched his chair back to get a good look at his Vulcan, whose head followed him as he moved, his mouth still dutifully latched onto Jim’s soft cock.
Spock looked up at him, his big brown eyes shining with what could either be adoration or unformed tears– Jim didn’t quite care which. Jim graced him with touch for the first time since he’d started typing, simply slipping two fingers under the back of Spock’s black leather collar. It didn’t matter how insignificant the touch was to Jim, Spock shut his eyes with reverence, moaning again and eagerly shoving as much devotion as he could convey through the point of contact.
Jim kept his shields firmly in place and tsked chidingly. He hooked the two fingers under the collar and pulled, creating pressure around Spock’s throat. Spock held his position despite the lack of oxygen it was granting him. He wouldn’t dare take his mouth off of Jim without permission.
Jim pulled harder and kept the collar tight for a moment – the moment stretching into nearly a minute– watching with fascination as green rose on Spock’s neck and face. Jim’s cock twitched with interest, slowly filling with blood in Spock’s mouth. The tip reached the back of Spock’s throat, pressing until it slipped past the resistance. Spock coughed lightly, his eyes flying open to gaze pleadingly at Jim’s face.
Finally, Jim ordered, “Off.” Spock released his cock at once, drawing back to where Jim’s fingers pulled him. Spock heaved a breath, his mouth agape as he panted frantically. Jim’s cock was nearly fully erect, bobbing in front of Spock’s face, thinning strings of spit keeping him connected to Spock's lips.
“Remind me of your safe word, Mr. Spock?” Jim asked, though it was an order, not a question.
“...Warp 10,” Spock rasped, still panting.
Jim hummed his approval, allowing Spock one more moment to catch his breath before dropping the gentleness from his voice. He released the back of the collar, running his fingers around Spock’s neck to the front of the collar, making sure to drag his blunt fingernails on the skin. He pinched the metal tag dangling from the front of Spock’s collar, admiring the engraved ‘Spock’ on the front. He flipped it around to instead look at the more important engraving on the back, reading ‘Property of James T. Kirk.’
“What am I going to do with you?” Jim asked, giving Spock’s collar one more yank before letting go.
“Anything you desire, Jim,” Spock responded in an almost dreamy sigh. Jim pinched the tip of Spock’s pointed ear hard enough to make the Vulcan cry out in surprise.
“Sluts don’t call me Jim,” he growled. “Show some fucking respect.”
“Yes, Captain!” Spock yelped, wincing as Jim’s fingernail dug into the sensitive tip of his ear. “I apologize, Captain!”
“That’s better,” Jim scoffed, flicking Spock’s ear as one final warning.
His cock was an angry red now, throbbing excitedly at his own cruelty. He hadn’t known before how nasty he could be in the bedroom, but after the first time Spock asked Jim to degrade him, Jim discovered that he was quite good at it. He found he really enjoyed degrading Spock, but he loved seeing Spock’s reaction even more. Jim couldn’t see it from their current position, but he knew Spock’s sheath would already be dripping with arousal.
He grinned evilly as an idea struck him, his leg suddenly kicking out so the flat point of his boot would collide with Spock’s no doubt soaking wet sheath. Spock gasped, his eyes widening and tearing up from the shock of pain. Jim hadn’t exactly meant to kick his lok, but if it had been in his way that was Spock’s fault.
“Polish my boots, slut,” Jim commanded. Spock’s lip trembled, but he didn’t dare to defy an order.
Spock shuffled a bit closer on his knees, lowering his slick sheath worshipfully onto the cruel boot that had just hurt him. Spock rolled his hips, dragging his sheath on the shiny, black leather, leaving a thick coating of fluid on the surface.
Jim’s hand suddenly shot forward and grabbed a tight fistful of sleek, black hair. He tightened his grip in warning, signifying that Spock shouldn’t move. Spock, of course, obeyed.
Jim tilted the toe of his boot up, applying firm pressure to the slimy lips of Spock’s sheath. Spock’s thighs trembled and a whimper slipped out of his lips, but he stayed obediently still. Jim pushed until the tip of the boot slipped between the wet lips, dragging the rough, rubbery point teasingly through his sensitive folds. A sob escaped Spock’s lips, his arms suddenly grabbing hold of Jim’s leg. Jim glared down at him, but he allowed it since Spock was still keeping his sheath where he wanted it, he was simply clinging to Jim’s leg to ground himself.
“How does it feel?” Jim hummed, still digging his boot into Spock’s most sensitive area.
“It– it hurts, Captain,” Spock whimpered, his thighs trembling harder with the effort of staying in place.
“It hurts, hm?” Jim cooed, pressing just a little harder to contrast the sweetness in his voice. “But if I told you to ride it, what would you do?”
Spock sobbed quietly before bouncing on his knees, letting the blunt tip of the boot just barely breach his sheath, fucking himself on it. Tears welled up in his eyes but he obeyed.
“I said if, Spock,” Jim chuckled. He teased Spock for his eagerness but that was all part of the character he was playing– had Spock given him a verbal answer instead he would have scolded him for not doing as he was told.
Jim lowered his foot and planted it on the floor once again, Spock sighing with relief. He used his hold in Spock’s hair to drag the Vulcan’s face back into his groin. Spock let his mouth hang open, but Jim didn’t grace him with his cock. He slapped his hard dick on Spock’s cheek, on his lips, and once on the eye Spock quickly closed when he saw it coming.
“Are you worthy of my cock, do you think?” Jim asked, dragging the head on Spock’s cheekbone.
“I am not worthy,” Spock sobbed. “Yet I beg for it nonetheless.”
“You beg for it?” Jim laughed cruelly. “I haven’t heard any begging.”
“Please, please, Captain, Master, please,” the words tumbled from Spock’s lips as though he’d been waiting his whole life to say them. “Make me worthy, please! Use me!”
“Greedy, selfish, disgusting slut,” Jim snarled, stuffing his cock deep into the waiting mouth and into his throat. Spock swallowed him down immediately, squeezing his eyes shut with bliss as Jim fucked his mouth. “You don’t deserve to enjoy my cock, I should just fuck my own hand in front of you– but you’d like that too much. You’re lucky I care more about my own pleasure than depriving you of what you didn’t earn.”
Spock’s eyes rolled back before being hidden by his milky second eyelids sliding over them. Jim felt his pant leg getting soaked with Spock’s cum, the wet fabric sticking uncomfortably to his leg.
“You dirty fucking whore!” Jim hissed, standing and yanking Spock off his cock hard enough to rip out strands of his hair. Spock whined shrilly as his cock spurted another string of cum before Jim shoved him back. Spock landed heavily, too stupid from orgasm to catch himself. For a moment Jim worried he’d overdone it. One more little spurt of cum told him otherwise.
“Stand up!” Jim ordered.
Spock panted and groaned, his second eyelids withdrawing enough that he could stare desperately up at Jim. His limbs trembled for a moment before he managed to move, finally rolling over and crawling out from under the desk. He collapsed trying to stand up, his knees still weak from his orgasm. Jim grabbed Spock’s collar and dragged him to his feet, Spock gagging and choking along the way.
Jim scowled disapprovingly at the mess of a Vulcan barely standing before him. “Get on the bed,” Jim commanded, pushing Spock in the direction of the bedroom. Spock stumbled, catching himself on the divider separating the bedroom from the rest of the room, before rushing around the corner.
Spock climbed onto the bed and laid on his back, his legs spread invitingly. Jim grabbed his arm hard enough that– were Spock human– he’d expect bruising the next day. Jim flipped him over aggressively, quickly climbing on top of him and crushing the Vulcan into the bed.
“I don’t want to see your face,” Jim snarled, shoving Spock’s face into the pillow. “Sluts get fucked from behind.”
“Yes, Captain!” came muffled from the pillow.
Without warning, Jim reached down and lined his cock up with the opening of Spock’s sheath. He slipped inside easily, Spock was soaking wet and his sheath eagerly sucked him in like it was starving for him. Perhaps it was; Jim had kept him waiting for a long time while ensuring Spock got deep into subspace.
Spock moaned into the pillow, arching his back enticingly. Jim braced himself on his elbows, still leaning most of his weight on Spock to keep him pinned under him. He humped the captured Vulcan quickly, a satisfied groan escaping him as he chased his long awaited climax.
His thrusts were punctuated with the wet clap of skin on soaking wet skin, Spock’s sheath still drooling a seemingly unlimited supply of slick. Spock whined desperately, beginning to hump the mattress, chasing his own second orgasm. As much as he pretended to be disgusted by the mere thought of Spock, Jim was only playing it up for Spock’s benefit. In reality he was biting his lip to hold back his own whining, a million compliments threatening to spill out of him as he admired Spock, admired the sweat under his black collar, the dark hair covering the expanse of his muscular back, the swollen lumps of his chenesi straining just above his tailbone, his juicy ass rippling with the force of their combined movements, his sexy, whiny little voice, his tight fucking cunt, the ruins of his usually pristine hair, his deliciously perverted mind–
Jim fucking screamed as he emptied his balls into that clutching, carnivorous death trap that Spock called a sheath. Spock sobbed into the pillow as he came, his sheath clenching rhythmically around Jim’s cock as it milked him for all he had.
Jim collapsed on top of Spock, twitching out the last of his load, and mindlessly kissing the back of Spock’s neck just because it’s where his lips landed.
“I thought… I was just a dirty whore… Captain,” Spock wheezed playfully, teasing Jim for breaking character. Jim gave him one last weak thrust in response.
“You definitely are,” Jim chuckled. “But you’re my dirty whore and I adore you and I can’t pretend I don’t for very long.”
Spock purred, his hips still gyrating lightly. Jim hissed as Spock’s sheath clenched around his oversensitive cock and pulled out, Spock giving a quiet huff of disappointment.
“Oh, I’m sorry, your majesty, were you not done?” Jim teased, rolling off of Spock now that his sense was slowly returning to him.
“I certainly could have achieved orgasm again if properly motivated, but it seems my captain was unable to do so,” Spock sassed.
“Unable my ass,” Jim growled, rolling onto his side and pressing against Spock’s back. He reached under the limp Vulcan and slipped two fingers into his loose sheath.
“Jim!” Spock yelped, jumping from the sudden contact. He tried to squirm away from Jim’s questing fingers but found he only backed into Jim’s embrace. Jim wrapped his arms around Spock’s middle and rolled the heavy Vulcan on top of him. He locked one arm around him, the other returning to now stuff three fingers into him all at once. Spock writhed on top of him, desperate mewls escaping him.
“Jim– I– ah! I perhaps may have overestimated– uh! Overestimated my stamina!”
“Nonsense! What kind of whore would you be if you could only cum twice?”
“Ji– ah– ah!” Spock cried out as his sheath throbbed with his third climax, fluid squirting from his sheath in time with Jim’s thrusting fingers, his little lok throbbing as one meager spurt of cum was all it could offer.
Between his own sweat, the cum Spock had splattered on his leg, and now a load of fluid from Spock’s juicy cunt, Jim’s clothes were completely soaked. He rolled Spock off of him, who just quivered from the aftershocks of his orgasm, and got off the bed. He stripped out of his wet clothes and assessed the damage to the bed.
The bed wasn’t much better, considering Spock had been rubbing his little pickle on it while Jim fucked the brine out of him. He yanked the top blanket out from under Spock, holding his breath and hoping for a miracle. The sheets beneath the blanket were not miraculously dry, but they would be good enough.
Jim quickly jogged to Spock’s quarters to steal his blanket– cutting through their shared bathroom of course, considering Jim Junior was bouncing in the open air with each step. By the time he got the blanket back to his own bedroom, Spock was practically asleep, seemingly unbothered by Jim’s cum still oozing out of his cunt.
Jim tossed the blanket over Spock, peeled back the corner, and slipped under the covers with him. Spock hummed contentedly and blindly reached for him, not bothering to open his tired eyes. Jim dodged his arms in favor of diving under the blanket.
As soon as Spock felt Jim’s breath tickling his sensitive sheath he jumped.
“Jim,” Spock warned stiffly.
“Hmm?” Jim hummed innocently. He placed a soft kiss on the delicate, green pussy and earned a hiss from Spock. “You know how to stop me,” Jim reminded him. He waited for a moment for the safeword, and when it didn’t come, he proceeded. Spock parted his legs in acceptance.
He sealed his mouth over the slick opening of Spock’s sheath, his tongue flicking the soft tip of Spock’s withdrawing lok. Spock whimpered but didn’t try to pull away. Jim licked his way inside and tasted himself dripping out of Spock. He moaned and licked him clean, swirling his tongue around Spock’s interior walls.
“Oh, Jim,” Spock moaned. “Your mouth is, as always, incredibly talented, but I will not be able to achieve orgasm again for the foreseeable future.”
“I didn’t expect you to,” Jim pulled off, sucking one more wet kiss onto Spock’s messy cunt. “I’m just cleaning you out so you don’t have to get up.”
“I appreciate your efforts, however I do not believe I can take much more– if you would ah… please hurry.”
Jim licked into him one more time for good measure, enjoying the way Spock’s thighs quivered around him. He slurped and sucked and took in Spock’s reactions, cataloguing each jump and twitch in the Vulcan’s thighs. Finally he detached from Spock’s oversensitive sheath.
He emerged from the covers and was immediately captured in Spock’s arms. Spock growled playfully and locked their lips together in a kiss– though as soon as he had Jim where he wanted him, his energy fled him. He lazily sucked Jim’s tongue into his mouth, only able to actively participate in the kiss for a few more moments before surrendering to his own exhaustion.
Jim separated their lips, sensing Spock falling asleep. He pressed reverent kisses over Spock’s cheeks and jaw, trailing up to his ears and then down his neck. Spock purred weakly, finally slipping into sleep. Jim carefully removed Spock’s collar and tossed it onto their bedside table. He gave Spock a few more gentle kisses just to make sure he was asleep, then settled down, succumbing to his own drowsiness.