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The Heart in Interphase	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 4167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gesturing for McCoy to step back, Spock made sure his footing was steady on the tiled floor before gathering up the waistband of Kirk's underwear and, with his immeasurable Vulcan strength, ripping it apart.
As the remnants of the fabric fluttered to the floor, Kirk shivered from the sudden feeling of the cold sickbay air on his ass. Thanks to the odd position McCoy had bound him in, his limp cock rested on his belly, shielded from both the air-conditioned room and probing eyes.
But Spock wasn't interested in dick right now. No, he still needed to discipline his captain, reprimand him for reckless actions in command and in affairs of the heart, and the classic methods would work as well for a Starfleet Captain as for an unruly child.
After double-checking Kirk's restraints for tightness (and safety), Spock raised his right arm, palm flat against the air. Though he wasn't signaling for silence, McCoy, standing against the wall behind Kirk's head, held his breath, wide eyes flickering back and forth between Spock, the very image of a solemn Vulcan, and Kirk, blindfolded, half-naked, and struggling to breathe.
Without warning, Spock whipped his hand down and hit Kirk's bare ass with a smack that echoed in the small room. Kirk twitched but made no sound. Spock struck him again, and again, spanking him harder with each blow. Each slap left a red mark, and the tingling sensation as the imprints faded finally forced another whimper from Kirk's throat. Right away Spock struck yet again, this time with enough force to lift Kirk off the bed, were it not for the restraints biting into his chest. Kirk moaned loudly, the drawn-out sound punctuated by the meaty thwack of skin hitting skin.
Kirk's ass was now a bright scarlet, each blow of Spock's leaving a white handprint. The sight sent a bolt of arousal through McCoy, and he slipped a hand into his pants to fondle his growing cock, gradually matching the rhythm of Spock's almost brutal treatment of their captain's round, red ass.
When Kirk began whimpering once more, this time more out of pain than pleasure, Spock slowed to a stop�but McCoy did not. He sped up, breath quick and shallow, until�face pink with exertion�he yanked his pants down and, with a final grunt, came all over Kirk's face.
Choking and sputtering, Kirk gasped for breath, but each ragged intake of air sent more semen into his mouth and up his nose. After admiring the sight of his captain so degraded, Spock leaned in once more, this time to help him by licking the doctor's cum off his face.
Spock was about to remove the blindfold when a clattering behind his back distracted him. Turning, he saw McCoy injecting himself with a homemade hypo from a cardboard box he had stored deep in a cabinet. Observing Spock's quizzical look, McCoy smirked.
"I never told anybody, but when I was treating everybody with enemas and so on after the parasite was killed, I managed to extract a little of the parasite's secretion to make some aphrodisiac serum. Spock, that alien stuff was so powerful that I was able to make enough to last us the rest of our five-year mission�and beyond!" He rattled the dusty box, tilting it so Spock could see the piles of unlabeled hypos inside. "Do you want one?"
"Thank you, but no." Spock waved at Kirk, whose raised ass was still a vivid red. "Perhaps the captain�"
But the mention of the parasite's effects had sent a bolt of memory through Kirk, and not a pleasant one. "Get that thing away from me!" Kirk screamed. "It's, it's terrible�lets unspeakable things be done to you!"
McCoy raised his eyebrows. Setting the box down on the counter, he withdrew another hypo and padded back to his place by Kirk's side, rubbing at his already re-aroused cock. "Jim," he said, voice imbued with just enough sensuality to calm his captain. "I think you've let time distort things. What this does, it's...beautiful." Because Kirk was blindfolded, McCoy didn't bother to hide the hypo in his hand, letting it drift closer and closer to Kirk's collarbone.
Knowing that if he spoke, McCoy's progress could mean nothing, Spock stood back and watched the man's wiry muscles show through his tight shirt as he bent over Kirk, murmuring soothing words.
Suddenly, McCoy wrenched Kirk's shirt collar down, ripping it in the process, and gave him a shot of the potent aphrodisiac. Shocked by both McCoy's apparent deception and the fire surging through his nerves, Kirk strained against the belts holding him down, trying to stave off the flood of stimulation filling his cock. But it was to no avail; it felt as though his cock were ballooning outwards, so dizzy had he been made by the serum (not to mention lack of oxygen), and the slightest movement threatened to make him come.
McCoy exultantly propped himself up against the wall and plunged his hands into his trousers once more, reveling in how it felt like he were being stroked by hundreds of hands, so heightened had his senses become. Spock, seeing that the good doctor was distracted, disappeared briefly into the adjacent room to retrieve one of McCoy's laser scalpels.
The hum of the surgical instrument starting up jolted Kirk out of his erotic trance. Despite the (now cum-stained) blindfold still cloaking his eyes, he craned his head forward in a knowingly futile effort to see what was happening. Is that Spock? The weight of his steps sounds like Spock, Kirk thought fuzzily, not caring to consider how he could be sure of such a minute detail. But what could he be holding? Again, his temporary sightlessness unfettered his imagination; Spock could be holding some indescribable sex toy, just waiting to force the huge vibrating monstrosity into his helpless captain�
The cool breeze on his chest told him otherwise. Spock, intent on not harming his captain with the scalpel, was carefully cutting apart Kirk's tunic. As it came apart beneath the laser, Spock pulled it off Kirk's body and discarded it on the floor. Kicking it and Kirk's pants to one side of the room, Spock bent forward once more and lightly touched the places where the restraints had rubbed Kirk's chest nearly raw. He slipped his fingers beneath the band of fabric running across both nipples just enough to relieve the pressure and, as Kirk opened his mouth wide to take a deep breath of delicious air, kissed him.
Kirk's eyes opened wide under the blindfold. Inhaling through his nose, he could smell nothing but Spock�that unique Vulcan musk�and feel eyelashes fluttering against his face. The lips against his were dry yet yielding, plump, even, with just a hint of hardness and a taste of something tangy. Despite himself, Kirk's pulse quickened and he pushed himself up into the kiss, sucking at Spock's lips and running his smooth tongue across the Vulcan's rough one.
Spock pulled away, though not without difficulty (the Human side of him ached with desire) and quickly undid Kirk's blindfold, tossing the stained fabric into the corner with the other clothes. Looking searchingly into his captain's eyes, he hesitated before asking him one more question.
"You remember what I told you, sir. What about anything you have told me?" His tone betrayed no feelings or expectations, yet Kirk, familiar with the workings of his first officer, could see a slight fissure in Spock's Vulcan fa�ade.
He didn't quite want to admit it, for a reason unknown even to himself, but Kirk thought that maybe he did know what Spock was asking about. However, the aphrodisiac was still coursing through his veins, demanding that his body be given attention, and he decided to use the knowledge as a trump�or safety word.
"Possibly," Kirk said, licking his lips (and tasting Spock on them). "But my memory's still hazy."
The aphrodisiac had indeed fogged his brain, or else he would have been aware that such evasive tactics would not work well on a Vulcan. Sensing some kind of deception, Spock skimmed Kirk's mind. What he found there was not surprising, in that Kirk did remember the confession of love (and did still feel that way, which pleased him in a most un-Vulcan manner), but what interested Spock was Kirk's desire to have it forced out of him. He gave a mental shrug�whatever was most effective, and it gave McCoy more to do.
"Is that so, Captain?" Spock asked, his voice revealing no hint of what he had discovered in the recesses of Kirk's mind. "Then I must continue with your discipline."
Spock left the room again, leaving Kirk bound and exposed. As he watched McCoy, the doctor's eyes half shut and hands sensuously running across his body, jacking off in a serum-induced daze, Kirk yearned to feel Spock's fingers on him once more. Anticipating what was to come, he closed his eyes and began to dream.
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