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Jim Kirk leaned back against the warm brick behind him and took a lazy puff on his cigarette. He could see himself reflected in the window of the diner opposite, and bunched his biceps to admire the way they filled out the short sleeves of his white tee-shirt. The shirt clung perfectly to his torso and dove smoothly into his tight button fly jeans. His bare feet, he decided, were pure cream.
Pure cream.
The beach crowd were beginning to bore him. He'd worked enough to pay for the next year at school; right now he was hunting fun, not money. He'd chosen this corner today, hoping to spot that elegant, dark haired Vulcan that had been cruising the hot spots the last couple of days. He was expecting to see the tall man on foot, so wasn't paying any attention to the traffic. Thus he startled noticeably when he turned and saw his quarry watching him intently from behind the wheel of an antique, cherry red Jag convertible, parked not 10 feet away.
Kirk took another drag from his cigarette, then tossed it lazily into the road and pushed himself away from the wall. He sauntered down the hot sidewalk, planted his hands on the Jag's hood and stared in at the Vulcan. "You were looking for me?"
"Get in."
Kirk grinned and strolled around to the passenger side, then vaulted over the door and into the seat in one strong, fluid motion. "Where are we going?"
"Do you really care?"
Kirk shrugged and settled into the leather seat, spreading his legs wide. The Vulcan put the Jag into gear with an almost negligent movement of his right hand, and the car pulled smoothly away from the curb.
**
"Nice digs." Kirk strolled around the penthouse apartment, calculating the value of the artworks scattered here and there, the expensive furniture, the real oak floor. The effect was a casually understated wealth. "Yours?"
"My family owns this building. This is my own suite." The Vulcan was pouring a deep amber liquid into two bulbous glasses. He handed one to Kirk. "Shall we discuss price?"
"You disappoint me. If you have to ask, honey, you can't afford it."
"Vulcans are known for our pragmatism. I want the next 24 hours of your life. Name a price."
Kirk sipped the liquor. It was new to him, subtler than brandy, fruitier than a liqueur. A distinctly spicy overtone. "Is this from Vulcan?"
"Risa. You've heard of it? You could make a fortune there."
"I only do this to pay for the Academy. University, you know," Kirk replied, and decided to go for a nice bonus to end his season. This guy was obviously loaded. "24 hours will cost you 5 grand."
"For that price, I am assuming I can do with you pretty much as I please."
"Pretty much. I want to be able to walk out of here under my own steam." He took another tour of the room. "Your family doesn't mind you having paid company here?"
"You have no idea who I am, do you?" The Vulcan crossed to the deep leather couch and sat down, crossing one elegant leg over the other. He slowly undid the snaps of his denim shirt and pulled it out of his snug black leather pants. His chest looked powerfully muscled, and was covered in curling black hair. Jim caught himself before he licked his lips. "If you want to leave in 24 hours I assure you that you will be able to do so."
Kirk grinned and took another sip of the fine liquor. "Deal. You're the boss."
"Indeed. The bathroom is through that door. You will shower. No need to dress afterward. I will wait here. You may take your drink with you. Please use the green soap. Wash your hair, as well."
Kirk took his time, making sure he was scrupulously clean. The scent of the green soap echoed the scent of the liquor. He found himself already slightly aroused, and wondered if there were some sort of aphrodisiac in that spicy aroma. Not that he ever needed one. Sex was his middle name. He drained the glass.
There were no towels in the bathroom, and he grinned at himself in the mirror; the Vulcan obviously wanted him wet. He ran his fingers through his dripping hair and winked at himself, then picked up his empty glass. "5 grand, baby. It's Showtime."
The Vulcan didn't appear to have moved. Jim strutted into the middle of the room and waited, his expression daring the Vulcan. The dark eyes raked him up and down, and the Vulcan nodded slowly. "What shall I call you?"
"My name is Jim."
"Short for James?"
"Yeah."
"Then I will call you James. What are you studying at the Academy?"
He rose as he talked, and unzipped the leather pants. Kirk could already see an impressive bulge down his left thigh. "Command track. Majors in engineering, strategy and astro-physics. Finishing my Graduate degrees this fall."
"Admirable fields of study. Do you plan to continue on to doctoral school? Or will you be heading into space?" He circled Kirk as he spoke, then stopped in front of him and eased his pants down. Jim caught his breath as the large cock came into view. Green, and easily as big as Jim's own. Add to that the impressive double-ridged head and the fact that it didn't appear to be fully engorged yet... the Vulcan stepped out of his pants and pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. "Uh...space. Yes. If I can get a decent berth."
"Is it likely?"
"I'm 1st in my class of 357. I think it's very likely." He felt his own cock responding to the sight of that chiseled body, the heavy scrotum. "I should have my own command within 10 years."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty three. Next month."
"Kneel down, James."
Jim complied, expecting the huge cock to be presented for sucking. Instead the Vulcan bent and picked up his own discarded clothing, tossed it away into a corner. Then he paced back to the couch and sat down again, leaving Kirk kneeling in the middle of the room. Very gently he took his own cock in his hands and began to stroke it.
"Watch," he rumbled. Fascinated, Jim obeyed. He'd never seen a Vulcan aroused before. "I want you to know what happens," the Vulcan continued. "Do you see how much larger it gets? Yes? Now, see what happens when the double glans are stimulated."
Kirk gasped as the Vulcan stroked the head of his cock and the ridges flared, almost doubling the circumference of the massive organ. He felt himself break into a sweat as his own cock became fully engorged even as his balls tried to climb up into his body. The Vulcan's cock was also weeping freely, as wet as if it had already climaxed. He tried to imagine fitting all of that into his own body, and shuddered.
"Yes." The Vulcan's face hadn't changed. Kirk wanted to touch himself, to comfort himself, but sensed that he shouldn't. For 5 grand, he'd wait for instructions. "It's probably the biggest cock you will ever mount, James. But that can wait for a time. Does it make you nervous?"
"Hey, if that's what you want, that's what you shall have."
"Does it make you nervous?" The Vulcan repeated. Kirk swallowed and met the dark eyes. Nodded. The Vulcan stared back, then blinked. "Good. Honesty is important to a future Starship Commander, and so is the ability to lie when one needs to. Come over here."
He rose and padded over, his cock bobbing in front of him. Knelt again, as instructed, between the Vulcan's spread knees. But again, he was not asked to take that massive organ in his mouth. Instead the Vulcan stroked his face gently. "I am going to take away that nervousness, James. Hold still," he said, and his fingers stopped moving against Jim's face.
Jim felt a moment of intense vertigo, then a surge of arousal so strong he thought he might have come without any stimulation at all. And then...
He fell backward as his face was released. Something had happened. Something he didn't fully understand. He looked up at the Vulcan, confused. "What did you do?"
The Vulcan blinked, and ignored his question. "You are good at what you do, aren't you?"
"I am. Yes. Most people are too shy, or lack the self-confidence, to do really well in prostitution. And a few ignorant people still stigmatize it. But it's a good job, and I never go half measures on anything." He rubbed the side of his head, still not sure what the Vulcan had done to him. "I didn't think Vulcans went for casual sex though. You surprise me."
"I am far from casual, James. Still nervous?"
Kirk considered, and shook his head, holding the dark eyes. "Not at all."
"Good. The bedroom is there. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be just a few minutes."
The bedroom was another surprise. A massive bed, four poster of course. Restraints in place, but the cloth kind with soft fur padding. The room as austere and rich as the rest of the penthouse had been, shades of white and cream with a gentle yellow trim that amused Jim. "Yellow is a strange colour," came the Vulcan's deep voice. He walked up behind Jim and began to stroke him, waist to thigh, with both hands. "Humans react to it differently, depending on its intensity. Some are made anxious, some are soothed. Vulcans find it a restful colour."
"How did you know I was thinking about that?"
"Vulcans are also telepaths, James. But you knew that. When I took away your nervousness I established a link to your thoughts."
Jim jumped away and turned on the Vulcan. "That wasn't in the deal. No one messes around in my head!"
"I promised you would be able to leave unharmed. I am a man of my word."
"But that's... that's not sex."
"I think you'll discover otherwise." The Vulcan settled on the bed's edge and patted the top cover beside him. "Sex can be many things, but you know that. You are a professional. To engage one's entire mind in the act only adds to the pleasure, I am told. I have done so with several human women. You will be the first man I will play this game with. I will expect you not to resist me, and I think you will find you enjoy yourself very much."
"It's not my job to enjoy it," Kirk countered. "It's my job to make sure that you do."
"A light mind-touch, so that I can share my pleasure with you. You are adventurous; your current and future lines of work prove it. Will you back away from a new experience that can teach you so much about an alien species?"
Jim knew the Vulcan was manipulating him, but he did find it hard to resist. What the hell, he thought. "If I'm doing anything really risky I should register our names and location with the Guild, or my insurance won't cover it."
"I assure you, there is no risk that you would require medical help with, outside the usual risks of intercourse." Kirk held the dark eyes for a long minute, then let his gaze wander down the lean, hard body to the enormous cock. "Come here."
Without further hesitation Jim crossed to the bed and settled beside the taller man. Sitting so closely beside him, he became aware of two things. First, the man radiated heat far beyond what an aroused human would; it was like sitting next to a furnace. And second, the heat carried with it a musk, a spicy, enticing scent, that went straight to Jim's crotch. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "You smell wonderful."
"I am glad you approve. Lie down."
Kirk obeyed, and was unsurprised to have the Vulcan deftly, though gently, tuck his wrists and ankles into the restraints. He was left with plenty of room to move around the big bed, but would be unable to free himself. Smiling coyly he bent his knees and displayed himself. "All yours."
"Indeed." The Vulcan knelt beside him and let one hand play down Jim's smooth chest. "You shave this?"
"Suppressant. Cooler and cleaner working in this climate."
"Yet you let your pubic hair grow. Interesting dichotomy." Kirk squirmed under the tactile and visual examination. The Vulcan seemed to have a knack for intense observation. Jim Kirk knew that he was, at that moment, the only thing that mattered to the elegant man.
"I keep it trimmed, but the skin is too sensitive for suppressant. Oh!" That last as the Vulcan's fingers trailed down the length of his cock and then cupped around his balls.
For a few minutes the Vulcan worked him in silence, and Jim acknowledge to himself that he was enjoying this. The restraints took away much of his responsibility for the other man's pleasure, and the hot Vulcan hands were almost unbearably erotic. They teased and stroked and pinched, moving from nipples to scrotum, tracing the muscles in his legs and arms, then caressing his ears and throat. Then, with his left hand, the Vulcan began to pump Kirk's cock, slowly and with a deliberate lightness that had Kirk gasping. Jim hardly noticed the right hand settling on his face, as it had earlier...
The vertigo came, worse than the first time. He felt he was falling into a hot, black void, assaulted on all sides by sensation. He opened his mouth to scream, and found the Vulcan's mouth burning on his own, sucking the scream out of him, filling him with the Vulcan's own arousal and the unbelievable sensation of having two cocks, two...
Pressure then, at his anus. Intense and sharp, but surrounded by such a tight, hot heat it was the greatest pleasure he had ever felt. His heart was pounding madly, every nerve aflame and he couldn't stand it, couldn't bear to feel *so much*...
He lost consciousness many times. The Vulcan, his own arousal fueled by Jim's helpless pleasure (oh, Jim could feel it, see it clearly in his mind, he was *drawn* back to Jim again and again) fucked him mercilessly, and Kirk learned first hand that the tales of Vulcan stamina were not exaggerated. There was no keeping track of his orgasms; they just kept rolling over him until he was shaking to his bones with exhaustion.
But he was controlled. He couldn't speak, couldn't beg for a break, couldn't even ask for the glass of water he so badly wanted. He could only feel, and feel, and feel...
A hiatus. Jim lay with his eyes closed, melting into the bed, his loins sticky with semen, his body covered in sweat. A straw was put between his lips and he sucked eagerly; cold, sweet. Nothing he recognized, but welcome nevertheless. He felt he might even sleep, so completely spent was he, but then the hot hands came back and the intense Vulcan arousal flooded his mind once more.
The restraints were gone. He supposed there was no need for them, and felt the Vulcan's amusement as he was flipped over. The amusement spurred him to resistance, but his efforts were in vain; the Vulcan was unbelievably strong. Within seconds he had Jim pinned against the end of the bed and was entering him again, and Jim became powerless in the face of the ecstasy. /Just so, human. This is ecstasy/ /You're killing me/ /No. Not today/
The Vulcan finally lost interest shortly after sunrise, after nearly 14 hours of continuously fucking the pretty human. The human was nearly at the point of insanity from the constant stimulation of the pleasure centres of his brain. The Vulcan withdrew from one last quick fuck and released the human's mind. Kirk rolled away, onto his side, and began to moan softly, rocking himself, his arms wrapped around his chest.
"Now, how much of that do you think you can bear to remember?" He pushed the filthy, matted hair off of the human's forehead. "I think it wise to let you remember some of it, James. Enough so that you will, for all time, find Vulcan men incredibly arousing and attractive. In case more of my people wish to enjoy you. Or in case I decide to have you again."
Jim didn't understand. His ears were ringing so loudly that the rumbling voice sounded like gibberish. The pain was starting; pulled muscles, deep bites, torn anus, a cock rubbed raw. He realized he was crying. All at once he couldn't bear it, wanted the pleasure to start again at any cost. He reached between his legs and cupped his bruised scrotum. "Please, it hurts. Make it feel good again."
"Yes, I will." Then gently, hot hands loosened him and rolled him again onto his back. "Let me have your thoughts again, James. Just for a moment. I will ease the pain."
Jim felt the Vulcan in his mind again, and sighed with relief. Then the Vulcan twisted something in his head, and Jim felt himself drifting away to sleep.
The apartment was empty when he awoke. He stretched widely and stared around. Sun was slanting in the window, it was late afternoon. God! Could that Vulcan ever fuck! Jim almost regretted that school was starting. He could use a lot more of that... though maybe not right away, he realized, as the stiffness of his limbs and the throbbing of his ass reminded him of the Vulcan's strength and size.
"That was fucking amazing," he said out loud. He replayed the half-dozen good drubbings he'd taken. The Vulcan had somehow let Jim feel a bit of his own pleasure; that had really added to the whole experience. "Amazing. Jesus, I'd have done that for nothing."
He got off the bed and padded into the bathroom. There were towels hanging now, he noted. Jim showered thoroughly, dried off, then dressed and searched the apartment. There was no sign of the Vulcan. On the small table beside the front door were 5 thousand credit chips, and a short note. "Satisfactory. Perhaps we will meet again. Spock."
Spock! Jim felt a shock as he recognized the name. There was a Vulcan named Spock who had graduated a couple of years back, and was serving as Science Officer aboard the Enterprise. Hell, why hadn't the Vulcan said anything? Jim grinned widely. He'd have another reason to work hard for a command now! But Enterprise; he'd have to be the best of the best to get her.
Still, it was nice to dream.
End
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