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From: "Tara Jane" <javab...@hotmail.com>

Title: Return of the Squire of Gothos 2/3
Author: Mickey
Contact: javab...@hotmail.com
Series: TOS
Part: New
Rating: [NC-17] BDSM
Codes: K/S, Kirk in chain!!!!
Huge Thanks: to chaoslady for excellent and very sensitive editing!
Summary: As a mischevous child Trelane tormented the Enterprise crew.
Now he's a troubled teen who can't be controlled by his parents. He
summons Kirk and Spock back to Gothos for some adult-style games.
The time frame is between This Side of Paradise - Spock's frolic on
Omicron Ceti III and The Devil In The Dark visit to Horta land.


Return Part II

"This isn't a game" Kirk, warned, molten with dread as Trelane circled
his First Officer.

"You don't struggle Mr. Spock," Trelane purred, zeroing in to close range
in front of him.

"It would be illogical," said the Vulcan. "Your psi-level is quite beyond
the reach of my physical strength to subdue."

"So truly spoken. So wise." He touched Spock's thigh, with brushing
fingertips.

"Trelane," Kirk said, trying a different tack, softening his tone in
conciliation.
"If you will return Mr. Spock to the Enterprise, we can talk about what
you want, the two of us."

"Foolish, foolish, Captain," he crooned. He had begun to trace the shape
of Spock's weighty genitals through the velvet. "No one is leaving."
He reached further between the black velvet thighs and massaged
his scrotum through the fabric. "If only you'd get hard for me," he
pouted, rubbing him. The he stepped back abruptly. He shot an
angry look at Kirk. "Bitch. Stupid human, bitch. You're only here
for him. Why he wants you is beyond me. But I'll see him bring
you to your knees, and bleed." He reached out and slapped Kirk's
face and then pulled his hand back with a squeal of pain. Wiggling
his stung hand, he turned his back on them, saying, "Let the game
begin. Mr. Spock."

The air shimmered where he disappeared from sight but his
voice still sounded close. "I want him punished and
bloody," he exhorted. "If I don't see him beg to be
fucked, I'll kill him."

Kirk heard his own harsh breathing. //He's insane!//

"Captain" said Spock gently, and Kirk forced himself to
look at him, reeling inside from the impact of Trelane's words.
//Spock want me? Impossible!// Spock *couldn't* have those
feelings, it was impossible for a Vulcan, impossible for this Vulcan.
He found the dark eyes serious, measuring. "Do you trust
me?" he asked quietly.

"With my life, Spock," he said, "but you can't do this.
I won't let you do this. He's insane. If you do what he
says it's just feeding his madness."

"I must do what I deem necessary." He raised his hand,
hefting the whip thoughtfully. He snapped it experimentally
in the air with a crack that made Kirk's heart lurch in his chest.

"Spock, you can't ..." his words broke off watching the movement
of the whip, Spock waving it gently to see how the strands
responded. He wound them in a loose fist and looked up into
Kirk's eyes again. "It's not true is it, Spock?" he almost whispered.

"Captain," the Vulcan said gently, "allow me to attempt to save
your life. If I succeed you may ask whatever questions you wish."
He trailed the lashes on the floor as he drew closer to stand beside
the chained body. Then he lifted the black rod to Kirk's face,
touching the cheek that was still glowing pink from Trelane's
slap. "Jim," the Vulcan said "there is no other option."

"Bravo Mr. Spock," Trelane's voice sounded from the vicinity
of the bed. Kirk eyes desperately searched it for a sign of him.
Then he felt the whip handle insistent against his face, bringing
his gaze back to Spock.

He ran the weapon down the line of Kirk's jaw, over the muscles
of his throat as he swallowed. Kirk dodged backward as far as he
could. "There's got to be a way ..." he began and faltered as the
whip flew back and cracked dangerously in the air. //I can't let
this happen, but it *is* happening. I trust him, God, I trust him,
but...// Spock brought the whip handle up between Kirk's legs,
running it over the fawn-colored velvet encasing a swollen penis.

A body blush rose with prickling heat from Kirk's groin,
through his chest, even his neck was hot as he tried to jerk
his hips away from the touch of the rod.

"Your struggle is useless for the purpose of escape," Spock
said, "but effective for the purpose of arousal."

"You're mad," Kirk insisted. "This isn't an option." But there
was no space left to back into and Spock rubbed the thinly
covered erection, toying with it until it climbed a tight arc
up his belly. He brought his other hand up to the angry face.
With a steel-like grip he bent Kirk's head to the side and lowered
his face to his neck.

"My God," Kirk raged, fighting his arousal as hot lips and
tongue brought floods of unwelcome pleasure. Then the teeth
raked him hard and he stifled a cry.

Spock moved away and Kirk nervously watched, he twisted to
follow him circling behind him, trying to will him to stop. But
when he saw the whip rise he jerked back around trying to steel
himself to be struck. He heard the crack at the same time his ass
stung with the impact. He heard it sing in the air and crack again,
then again, and again till the blows couldn't no longer be felt
distinctly, only a blurring stampede of pain. Then it stopped.
He was panting, waiting in the silence. He jerked when the
whispering leather strands slid over his shoulder, running
gently along his neck.

Kirk steadied himself, weak-kneed, breath running ragged.
Spock appeared again in front of him, reaching out slowly and
deliberately to stroke him with an open palm.

"This is wrong, Spock.*God*." The hand was moving over his
chest, sliding under the loose silk to stroke his bare, sweating skin.
Something tight inside Kirk's chest felt close to breaking. He
felt ... soothed by Spock's hand, a flutter of warmth beating in his
breast. He struggled to control his breathing.

Spock stepped closer, encircling his waist and pressing a velvety
leg up against him. The feel of it on his cock thrilled Kirk. He
turned his face away. Fingers moved through his hair as the slender
thigh subtly rocked his hard sex. "I ... I can't...," Kirk
murmured, "I can't bear this."

The cloud of pleasure in his groin was almost too sweet to resist,
he wanted to rub himself on Spock's leg. And then Spock moved
away, leaving him achingly hard and stung with shame. Fingers
tangled in his hair, less and less gently, like a warning. Then the
Vulcan's hands gripped his captain's head and pushed him down
forward as far as the chains would reach. It was far enough to
bring Kirk's face level with a rigid cock, obscenely encased in
velvet

His head was manipulated forcefully; his mouth dragged open
over the shaft of the cock. He was gasping on it and salivating
over the fabric, forced to breathe in the murky spiced scent
of Spock's sex, back and forth until he'd unwillingly memorized
its shape, its length. And then Spock jerked him upright.

"Bastard," Kirk groaned, hating him, hating himself. "Damn you," he
spat the words. "Is this your fantasy?" he hissed, goaded by the
indifference in Spock's face. "Is this what you want." A powerful
hand tightened on the back of his neck, dragging his head back,
choking off speech, and he felt cloth ripped from his waist. His
cock was kissed by air, still hard, and now blatantly exposed.

"Evidently," Spock said, "it is pleasing to you." Kirk felt breath
on his throat and then the warm wetness of a tongue gliding down
his skin. Kirk shuddered, unable to *not* think of how that tongue
would feel on his throbbing dick as the mouth moved down him.
He shivered as a wet trail circled his nipple without touching it. His
body prayed for the mouth to close over him and suck even as he
seethed with anger. When Spock let go of his neck he stumbled.

"Stand up," Spock told him, waiting for him to get steadied on his
feet. He waited until Kirk saw the whip in his hand to walk behind
him. Cringing, trying to be ready for the blow he heard the whistle
and crack of it. When it came it was stunning, impossibly sharp on
bare skin. Then again and again, a rain of heat he couldn't twist
free of. The hurt pounded in the silence when the blows stopped.

Kirk's blood throbbed in his ass and still engorged his dick. He'd
shut his eyes, near weeping and he felt the handle under his chin.
"Open your eyes," Spock said. He gazed into them speculatively
when Kirk at last raised his lids.

"How can you be so calm, Spock, do you realize what you are
doing?" he implored softly.

"Calm is not a precise description of my state," he answered
just as softly. He began to explore the sweat dampened silk
covering Kirk's chest, brushing his nipples into hard shivery
nubs. "You are very aroused," he observed. His hand dropped
lower and teased Kirk's hard cock with light-fingered stroking
along the underside of its shaft. But when Kirk's eyes squeezed
tight shut again Spock released him.

Kirk watched the Vulcan circle behind him and waited helplessly
for the sound of the whip. But there was no sound and the force
of the blow was blunt. The handle slapped upward to his thigh,
crumpling his leg under him. He slumped awkwardly onto his
knees, arms stretched tight. He crouched there, choking, waiting.

"You are a very beautiful man," Spock said from behind him.
The words were like honey through the pain. Kirk sensed the
dark-eyed Vulcan gaze travelling over him, approving of and
desiring him; it was like being kissed from inside, a soul-searching
kiss in the marrow of his bones. //*Spock* ... //

Kirk heard a whisper of movement behind him and thought he could
feel the presence of Spock, kneeling behind him. A warm hand
touched him from below, cupping his swollen testicles. Fingertips
probed behind his balls, finding and massaging a very sweet spot
at the root of the cock. //I am so fucking hard, so fucking hard.
// Kirk's thoughts were a keening mantra of lust until Spock's hands
slid upward between his flayed cheeks. //*God no!*// Powerful
thumbs spread his ass slowly, spread him so wide he felt the pressure
in his bones. He burned with shame as the most private part of his
body was so deliberately exposed; skin and muscles stretched,
everything ruthlessly displayed that should be hidden - and for
what? For an act that was as ugly and wrong as this inhuman
spreading of his body.

"No, God, no," Kirk managed to croak the words out in strangled
protest. A long excruciating silence followed, finally broken by the
deep measured tone of Spock's voice.

"The correct response," he said slowly, "is yes."

Kirk shuddered to feel hot breath on the taut flesh between his
wide-spread cheeks and the shock of lips brushing his skin. He
gasped in stunned pleasure when he felt the first wet stroke of Spock's
tongue. Unbearably sweet and wet, bathing his heated skin. The tip
probed at his stretched hole and Kirk groaned,his muscles clenched
helpless and then loosened as the tongue pressed inward, juicy and soft,
exploring and caressing. When Spock withdrew his tongue Kirk
shivered and his sphincter clutched at the air, when it slid back in
he let go a deep groaning sigh.

Then it was gone. All touching was gone for long moments. Kirk
felt his ass was drenched with spit, it had pooled and was dripping
down on his balls. He ached to be touched again. He waited, wanting.
A hand finally touched his back, stroking up and around his neck to
cup his chin. Spock was pulling his head up and back, making him
rise up on his knees and arch back into a strong supporting arm
until he was forced to look up into the man's face.

Spock's eyes were on his. Kirk didn't struggle, didn't look away.
He gazed into dark eyes steadily, waiting, *wanting*. As Spock's
mouth came down on his he opened up to it without resistance.
He tasted the earthy flavor of his own body on Spock's tongue.

In a fog of desire he sucked at it, stirred deeply each time his
mouth was probed. //Is this what it's like for a woman, aching to
be filled?// Spock was possessing Kirk's mouth with his tongue,
pulling away to only to lick him, to bite him.

"Spock," he breathed his name, "I want you to fuck me."

"You do," he agreed, with something close to a sigh.

Kirk felt his hips securely held, steadying him at the first
invasion of hard flesh. He was soaked with spit, slick and yearning
to get it in him, all thought crowded out by the onslaught of pleasure.
He rocked with the motion of Spock's hips, his own cock throbbing
in the air. So suffused was his pelvis with pounding blood he could
hardly tell where the pleasure was, only that he had to keep feeling
the cock inside him. For agonizing minutes of taunting strokes he held
on, willing it to last. But it was too good when Spock pulled him tight
up against him, straining deep and grasping his erection in a glove-like
fist. Kirk succumbed in long shuddering spasms. He sank back weakly,
letting Spock support his weight. He could feel him still hard inside and
wanted to just stay there forever, resting and full.

But Spock gradually withdrew and guided him to rest against the marble
column. Kirk closed his eyes. //He'll kill us both now.// The thought was
distant, unable to move him.

"Trelane," he heard Spock say, "you'll get no release from another man's
pleasure."

Kirk's eyes opened at the sound of the steady voice. He raised his head
and made his aching knees support him. Spock was a few feet in front
of him, his cock glistening, flushed bronze in his hand. He was stroking
it slowly. His other hand held the whip and he swirled it lazily over the
floor in front of him. //What the fuck is he doing?// Kirk stared.

"I require your naked presence here," the Vulcan indicated the floor at
his feet with the whip and Kirk felt afraid, watching, not believing this
command would be obeyed. But the air shimmered and Trelane appeared
there, naked, on his knees.

Kirk hated to see how they gazed at each other but couldn't look away.
Spock was studying Trelane's face as he circled his neck with the supple
leather strands, then he pulled them taut. Trelane was docile under this
treatment and started to reach for Spock's erection. A jerk of the leather
stopped him.

"Keep your hands down," Spock ordered him. Trelane dropped them to
his sides. He stared up from the hard sex to Spock's face, almost
worshipfully.
"Spread your knees apart," the Vulcan said, nudging a thigh with his boot.

It scared Kirk to see Spock lift the youngster's hanging scrotum on his
boot.
Not for the brutality of the gesture but it's tenderness. Trelane's pleasure
was
exquisitely plain. "This is why we're here," he realized with a sting of
shame.
Seeing Trelane straddle the boot, aching to hump it, Kirk knew his own
part in this drama was secondary. The Vulcan was holding the head of
his cock inches from Trelane's parted lips.

"You are indeed lacking in discipline. Hold out your tongue but don't
move it." He rubbed the swollen green-bronze head over it, massaging
himself on the pink wet flesh and then drawing away, trailing a string
of pre-ejaculate.

Spock unlaced the whip from Trelane's neck and grasped a tight handful
of dark curls. "What shall I do with you?" he asked. He let go the curls
and stroked through them for a moment before his hand dropped and
his thumb pressed between Trelane's lips. "You grew too strong for them
to control, didn't you," he said. He withdrew his thumb to hold him by
his jaw and Trelane murmured, "Yes."

Spock pressed his knee into the naked chest and Trelane visibly trembled.
Kirk could feel the desire under that trembling, Trelane's longing to rub
his hard dick on the leather. But Spock cautioned, "Hold still." He pressed
his thumb back between the lips and stirred it inside, fucking his lips with
it.
Then he pulled Trelane's head against his thigh and lifted the whip. Kirk's
muscles tensed in anticipation of a singing crack, but the whip didn't swing
through the air. Spock swung the leather in a quiet slap of strands over and
across Trelane's back. He did this for awhile, holding the shuddering body
still against his leg. Then he released him and stood back.

//He's crying!// Kirk stared at the figure of his enemy, on his knees
silently
weeping, cock jerking high up his belly, dripping. And Spock, standing
between the spread knees, once again pointing his dick at the young man's
mouth, running it over his lips, back and forth. He felt his own mouth water
at the sight.

"Suck me, just your lips and tongue, keep your hands still." He holstered
the whip and began to stroke the young man's hair again, pushing it back
from his forehead, trailing his fingertips down to his brow and up again
in a way Kirk hated to see, so disturbingly loving.

Then gently Spock withdrew his cock. He reached down and grasped
the young man under the arms, lifting him to his feet. Trelane leaned
into him, mouth open. //He's kissing him!//

It was hard to watch, but he had to see. Spock resting a knee on the bed
and cradling the dark head as he let Trelane have his way with sucking
and touching. //How fucking greedy he is!// Kirk thought, hearing the
wet sounds and moans escape from his enemy's mouth. And when Trelane
let him go, burying his face against Spock's belly, the Vulcan cock was
sparkling with spit in the firelight. He turned him over gently, stroking
his back, the backs of his thighs. He kneaded his ass and spread the cheeks
wide apart. And Kirk wanted to cry out, "No," when he realized that
Trelane would feel that tongue inside him, wetting him, readying him.
//Did I moan and shake like that when Spock touched me?// He knew
that he had. And when he saw him on Trelane's back, fucking in long
slow strokes he felt chilled. //Jesus Christ, I was their fucking foreplay.
What the hell does Spock think he's doing?//

He heard Trelane's cries and saw Spock's hips jerk against him, knew
he was coming as he hadn't come with *him*. Almost worse was to
watch was the aftermath. Spock kissing the back of Trelane's neck,
soothing his back with a softly stroking hand. Trelane rolled over
slowly, and lay looking up at the Vulcan.

Kirk watched *his* lover gazing down steadily into another man's
face. //This is sick, this is wrong!//

Spock was saying. "Do you understand?"

"I believe I do, Mr. Spock." Kirk listened, confused. //What
does he understand?// He had never heard such a tone on Trelane's
lips, so quiet, so serious. "You are a very eloquent teacher. If I
need to feel your lips again, I will summon you more gently."

At that moment Kirk realized that the weight of the shackles was
gone, his wrists and ankles were free and he wondered how long
he'd been leaning there, free to move but frozen in place. He tried
to move away from column's support and could just barely stand now
on his own. Then Spock was there beside him, steadying him, saying,
"It's over, Captain."

For a terrifying moment he feared they would appear on the bridge
of the ship in spattered velvet. But as the beam dissolved around him,
still supported by a strong arm around his waist, he felt the pain of his
uniform on his ravaged skin. They had been beamed directly into Kirk's
quarters. He pulled away from Spock, dropping to his bed.

He heard the Vulcan activate the comm, "Spock to bridge, the Captain
and I have been returned. Helmsman, reset our course for Janus VI.
Have Dr. McCoy report to the Captain's quarters. Spock out. - Captain,
I shall leave you in the doctor's capable hands. If needed, I'll be
in my quarters."

"Spock," Kirk started but the Vulcan interrupted him.

"Not now," he said quietly. "May I note, without disrespect,
that your current need for medical attention takes precedence
over the need for discussion. I'll await your convenience."
With that he left Kirk alone.
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