NEW TOS KFF 2/2 Echo of Gothos
Mickey
Title: Echo of Gothos
Author: Mickey
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Series: TOS
Part: 2/2
Rating: [NC-17] mild BDSM
Codes: K/Trelane
Archiving: Help yourself.
Thanks: to Aseret for her excellent editing!
Summary: Entry for the Kirk Fuh-q Fest. Kirk/ Trelane.
Also the sequel to my story Return of the Squire. In Return of the
Squire, Trelane appeared as a troubled teen, summoning Kirk and
Spock to Gothos for some adult-style games. In this sequel,
Trelane comes back to help Kirk cope with being such a sissy-boy.
Every night since, alone in the darkness of his quarters when there
was nothing left to distract him, Kirk felt like the world as he knew
it was crumbling beneath him. Nothing was *right*. He longed for
the innocence and safety of the way it had been before he knew how
he truly felt about Spock, before he'd debased himself in front of
him, and yearned passionately, to feel Spock's mouth on his, his hands,
the incredible strength of his arms, capable of both pleasure and pain.
The dark nature of his *own* desire was unendurable. //Damn you Trelane!//
And now, once more, Trelane appeared, brandishing leather and
making him sweat with desire.
"Yes, Spock, indeed, Captain Kirk. Why isn't he here with you?
I know *he* wants to be." Trelaned sighed heavily, closing his eyes
for a moment. He squeezed his own erection harder and opened his
eyes again. "I am so tempted to try and take him from you ... impossible,
of course." He reduced the movement of his hand to the stroking of his
fingertips. "He showed me that. My beloved t'khar, my teacher."
"Trelane," Kirk said almost wearily, "you call Spock your teacher.
Do you think he would approve of this?"
The words only brought the smile back to his captor's lips and
the youthful man rose to his feet.
"It is for him that I'm here." He grabbed a handful of the bedcovers
near Kirk's feet and slowly pulled them off of his captive. "Oh he
loves you James. And you love him. I can't change that. It was your
wretched love that drew me like a magnet to the pair of you. I know
it will come as something of a shock to you, but you have much more
in common with me than you like to think. Of course, I'm much, much
more handsome," he laughed, scornfully.
"But," he added, studying Kirk, eyes moving appreciatively over the
bare skin licked by candlelight, the naked pink-tipped erection, "you
do have a kind of leonine beauty. Smooth and luscious in your way.
But, I do think that cock could get harder, don't you?"
The riding crop cut through the air and came down with shocking
force on the inside of Kirk's thigh. He cried out but his cock reared up
taut to his belly as the stinging spread out in waves into his groin.
Trelane contemplated the red stripe he'd made as his captive gulped
for air in the aftershock. He circled the foot of the bed. "Symmetry
my dear Captain," he murmured and sliced the air with the crop again.
The swift attack landed in a sharp slice on the inside of the other thigh.
"Lovely," he said, admiring the matching welts he'd created. Kirk's legs
spread far apart to keep the burning, scored thighs as far away from
each other as he could. His cock was oozing moisture and his breath
was ragged as he fought to control his gasping.
"You need a master, my friend. If you had gone to your lover and
crouched at his feet, as I happen to know you longed to do ... " He
brought the crop up to Kirk's face and when he tried to pull away,
he stroked it gently over his cheek. "On your knees at his feet is where
you should have been, where you wanted to be. If you could just admit
it and do what you need to do, I wouldn't be here."
"Enough," Kirk said, steeling his voice as best he could. "You've made
your point, Trelane."
"Have I?" He gazed steadily into Kirk's eyes. Then he dropped onto
his knee on the bed, lowering himself slowly along the man's naked
side. He pressed his crotch obscenely against Kirk's hip. "I'm not so
sure I have." He gazed down the human's naked body as he pressed his
velvet covered erection into him. His hand slid onto Kirk's chest,
fingertips teasing a hard nipple.
"You do have an interesting aroma, James." He spoke softly, taking a
broad pinch of flesh around a nipple. He squeezed it slowly between
his thumb and middle finger . "Do you know what the smell of you does
to Spock? I doubt you do. It makes him weak. He smells your scent and
it affects him like a drug." He breathed deeply. "If he were here next to
you like this he'd be insane with the need to fuck you." His eyes searched
Kirk's face. "Do you understand how he's had to exercise every fiber of
that Vulcan control to keep his hands off you all this time?"
Trelane's fingertip raked the nipple he held prisoner. "He would do
anything for you. All this," he said pinching a little harder, making
the man moan in spite of himself, "the pain, the bondage - it's for
your sake. You think he dominates you? He is a slave to your needs."
He released the pressure of his fingers and dropped his head over
Kirk's chest, gently licking the torture nipple.
Kirk moaned softly at the caress of his stinging skin. He could think
of nothing but Spock, longing for him to appear and stop this, longing
for his head to be the one at his breast. Trelane's mouth moved wetly
across his chest to the other breast, teeth biting a wide ring, hard
enough to mark, but not break, the skin, tongue broad and wet in the
midst of the teeth. When he lifted his head Kirk forced himself to look
at him, to meet his eyes.
"What do you think you're showing me with this assault."
"Assault? Hardly," he scoffed. "I want you to understand," he spoke
pointedly. " You think I act capriciously, for my own pleasure? Much
as it pleases me for you to think I'm all powerful, I'm not." He rolled
away from Kirk and stood up. He began to open the buttons of his
trousers. "My lovely creations are like a dream," he said, sliding the
tight creamy velvet down his hips. "In the dream I can draw beings
to me whose energy matches my needs. Like yours," he purred. "It
is no accident that you end up as my plaything Kirk. But what you
call a game isn't just for *my* benefit. Ahh. That feels better. It's
lovely to get hard in a pair of tight pants, but there are limits."
He tossed his velvet pants aside and held up the tails of the silk shirt
to display his naked cock, canting slightly to one hip in its rigid state.
"I know it isn't the one you want, but ... you've shunned that magnificent
Vulcan one for days now." He returned to his ornately carved chair
and sat down with one leg hooked over its arm, displaying himself,
lazily stroking his hard sex.
"Where was I? Assaulting you, apparently." He gazed down at the
valley of the man's muscled legs and exposed genitals and followed
his gaze with the crop, tracing the edges of the welts he'd created.
Kirk winced and spread his legs farther to escape the touch. "As I
was saying. If it weren't for the fact that you were reaching a crisis
point with Spock my little play could never have been performed."
He stroked his own cock a little harder. "The three of us merged ....
perfectly in a little drama."
"I don't believe you," Kirk said, uncomfortably, as if he couldn't
completely reject this idea. //*Trelane believes what he's saying
but can it be true?*// He was beginning to find the sight of his
captor more arousing than frightening and fought it. "What do you
think *this* is going to accomplish."
"Believe what you like Captain. You were like a cat in heat but
couldn't bring yourself to offer up your twitching tail. You still
can't ... Bitch. ... Ooh, this feels too good." He lightened his stroke,
shuddering slightly and then let go of himself. His cock's tip was
shiny with moisture.
"I wonder what it would be like to fuck you. Would you like that?
It's not my, um, preferred position, but I think I might be able to
do it." He focused his gaze on Kirk's crotch with speculative interest.
He leaned closer. "What I hope for, what I want, is for you to take
our little chat to heart." He reached out and closed his hand around
the sac of Kirk's balls, weighing them in his palm. He squeezed and
lifted them a little, enough to tease, and let go. His hand slid lower
to his ass and pinched as if testing the texture of his buttocks.
"I know how he felt inside you. I saw it, I felt it, when our minds
met. It was very hot. Unbelievably tight and wet, so, so good to
be in there. He felt complete and so ... grateful," Trelane's voice
was a caress. "He felt every tremor of your desire. And *I* was,
burning." He spoke softly and turned his head, gazing up again,
straight into Kirk's eyes. "Spock is infinitely kind. For him, I was
an extension of you. He showed me your need for submission so I
could understand my own. I have no starship to command, but there
is power and all the terror that comes with power. The fear of
misusing it, the need to be punished for having it." His voice grew
husky. "The need for a place to let it go." Trelane closed his eyes
as his finger slid between the cheeks of the man's ass, not entering
but stroking toward the hole. He massaged the puckered skin in a
way that felt good but slightly painful to Kirk, made him want
the finger to be moving inside him. He thought of Spock's tongue
bathing that sensitive skin and of his cock, pushing through the
wet hole, filling him. Trelane's finger pulled away.
"Ungrateful whore," he hissed at Kirk. "You deserve to suffer!"
Kirk was jolted out of the thick erotic haze of his thoughts.
Trelane was grabbing him, pulling Kirk's opposite leg hard
toward him, twisting him onto his side and forcing his knee
down until his legs were jammed together. He pinned his captive
in place under his own knee. Kirk's arm was stretched taut against
the binding, his ass exposed. The sudden violent movement
completely disarmed Kirk and his heart raced as he looked up
to see the riding crop raised in Trelane's hand, poised to descend.
His eyes squeezed shut the moment before it struck him, spreading
fire across his ass. He clenched his jaw shut to keep from crying
out but the second slice of the leather rod forced a grunting gasp
of agony out of him.
Trelane released the pressure holding him down but Kirk didn't move,
still pinned in place by the mingled sensations of pain and pleasure
moving through him, the beating of blood in his ass and a hollow
yearning radiating upward. He fought to control his breathing. He
opened his eyes to see Trelane kneeling by the bed in front of him
again and reaching out to touch him. He moaned when he felt fingers
stroke between his stinging cheeks.
"Calm yourself, James. I'm not going to fuck you," Trelane said
softly. "This ass most definitely belongs to Spock. I just want you
to truly understand that."
Trelane's expression was dreamy. "He's only twenty feet away.
Meditating on you. Trying to burn away his lust with the power of
his mind. His cock is so hard it's practically digging into his stomach.
Every night while you lay here in agonized indecision that's what he
does. But he can't do it forever. He'll leave you soon if you can't give
up your wretched resistance. He'll leave to protect you from yourself.
So, what do I want from you?" He eased him onto his back, gently
spreading Kirk's unresisting legs. He looked back down Kirk's body
and slid his hand under the warm package of Kirk's testicles, tucked
under them to grasp the base of his sex. He massaged him for a long
quiet moment, running his thumb down to press into the flesh of his
perenium.
"First I want this." He climbed slowly on to the bed between Kirk's
legs and lowered himself on top of him so that their erections were
crossing like swords between their stomachs. Kirk gasped under the
full weight of Trelane's body and felt an incredibly intimate awareness
of him that transcended the intimacy of their body parts touching. The
silk of his open shirt draped around Kirk as if he were in the clothes
with him. Trelane's dark curls were soft against the side of his face,
and when he spoke Kirk could feel his breath on his neck.
"It feels so good," Trelane moaned softly, moving his hips to rub their
cocks together. "You *are* beautiful. Your pain is beautiful." He wrapped
his arms under Kirk's shoulders as his hips thrust. It made Kirk shiver to
feel Trelane's mouth open on his neck, to feel a tongue dart out over his
skin. It was no longer the mouth of his *enemy*, or his *rival* but the
embrace of a man who had shared his lover's body and mind.
Trelane's thrusts became erratic, his breaths short and shallow. His
hips pressed flush and hard, forcing Kirk deep into the foam of the
bed as he came, flooding the tight space between their stomachs
with cum.
The tension slowly drained out of Trelane and he lay heavy and still
on top of Kirk, heart beating hard as he recovered his breath. Kirk
moved instinctively to put his arms around the spent body on his
chest and found that he was free to do so, no longer bound either
by his wrists or ankles. For a moment he wavered, surprised,
wondering how long he'd been free to move. Then he let his arms
down, closing around Trelane's shoulders. His own cock was still
hard between them but in an achingly familiar way he'd been living
with for days.
It seemed incredible that he should want to comfort this entity
that had caused him so much anguish, yet his hand moved through
the thick dark hair to do just that, much as he had seen Spock pet
him. //Is this how Spock felt? Like he held a youngster who needed
comforting?//
Trelane made a breathy contented sound and kissed the shoulder
under his lips. Then he lifted his head and slowly rolled off of
him, resting along his side. He held a hand out in the air and a
cloth appeared in it, steaming damply in his fingers.
"Magic," he said quietly and used the cloth to tenderly wipe his
cum from the other man's stomach. "Now are you ready to do what
you need to do, Captain?"
Kirk admitted, "I do want him. But it's not as simple as you seem
to think."
"Oh but it is. When I leave here, and *yes* I *am* leaving soon,
you only have to walk through that door. That's the beauty of it.
Soak your ass in lubricant and lay it at his feet. That's all you
have to do. He'll take care of everything else."
"And what about you, Trelane?"
"What about me? I'm ready to go home. This place is ... too spartan
for my tastes. If I'm needed, I'll be back." He laughed and the air
where he'd been pressed warm at Kirk's side shimmered. Trelane
and every trace of him disappeared leaving the Captain alone in
his quarters, his mind racing, his stomach still damp from being
washed.
end
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