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Jim thought he knew Vulcan biology. He considered himself a sort of Vulcan expert—well, at least a Spock expert.
He’d been with Spock hundreds of times since they got together after Khan a few years ago. He knew everything about Spock’s body. Every blemish, freckle, scar, tattoo. He knew where to touch to unravel Spock or where to earn a cute giggle. Spock had adorable pointy ears that were paratactically sensitive to being nibbled on. His brows swept up and Spock had amazing control to raise them up and down whenever necessary.
Spock’s heart was where a human liver would be. Jim loved cuddling against his side and placing his hand over it, feeling how fast he beat.
He knew his mate preferred heat to cold and hogged the blankets when Jim turned the temperature down in their quarters too much. Spock rarely got sick but when he did, he was a huge baby and wanted Jim to take care of him even though he’d act stubborn like he didn’t need Jim.
He knew Spock was considerable stronger than him which came in handy during harrowing missions or if Jim was being a bratty sub and Spock needed to pick him up and position him how he wanted him.
Spock’s beautiful hands were sensitive and left sparks behind wherever they touched Jim. They could be gentle or rough. When a cat somehow stowed away on their ship after leaving a starbase, Spock carried Sir Fluffington around and kept him safe until he could be returned to his owners. Even growled at others who wanted to pet the adorable fluffy kitty. Jim got to pet him, though.
When Jim died because of Khan, Spock hands were nearly lethal during his fight to avenge Jim. It may or may not have aroused Jim when he later watched the security footage from Spock chasing down Khan.
Spock required less sleep than Humans but usually kept a sleep schedule to match Jim’s but would rise earlier. Jim prided himself on wearing the Vulcan out before bed so he could wake up before Spock and just watch him sleep.
Spock’s blood was green which gave his pale skin a greenish tint. When he blushed, it got darker. Jim liked trying to make him blush. His favorite shade of green, tough, was found between his legs.
Spock’s cock was beautifully long and thick and those ridges under the bulbous head drove Jim wild when they scrapped along his inner channel and sweet spot. Jim loved being under him. Or on him, riding and being in control. Or in a lovely sandwich between Spock and an agreed upon third. Or fourth. Or more.
But there was apparently way more to Vulcan biology than he knew. And his tight lipped ‘I was going to tell you when it became necessary’ boyfriend, decided to keep mum until Jim watched him throw a bowl of plomeek soup across the hall from his quarters. Chapel had come running out of Spock’s quarters with an imaginary tail between her legs.
Spock had poked his head out of his quarters and muttered he had a cold.
Yeah, no. His so called ‘cold’ wasn’t a cold but a Vulcan ailment that popped up every seven years that needed to be satiated with the help of willing partner.
And luckily for Spock, Jim was more than willing.
More than willing and now completely naked and spread out on Spock’s bed. He grinned at Spock who stood straight and stiff in the doorway of the room, arms behind his back; eyes staring at Jim intently.
“Well?” Jim wiggled his brows. “Let’s get to satiating this.” He spread his legs and canted his hips up. “Jim is ready for bow-chick-a-wow-wow time.”
Spock stepped into the room and shook his head. “First of all, do not call it that.”
“Crazy sexy mating time?”
Jim watched Spock’s jaw clench, the only indication Jim had annoyed his cutie.
“Pon Farr,” Spock said.
“Right, that. Let’s get a going. I already took put us on medical leave.” Jim turned over onto his stomach and assumed the position—knees under him and spread, back bowed, face down and ass up. “Lets get to mating, Spock.”
“As alluring as you are, it is not time.”
“What?” Jim sat up and turned around, sitting on his knees. “But you said mate or die. I’m not going to let you die so let’s get to mating.”
Spock stepped from the doorway and moved closer to the bed but kept some distance. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched again. “Yes, I did. However, I am still in the early stage. I have not progressed yet to the ‘mate or die’ phase.”
“But…can’t we just skip a head?” Jim asked. “Maybe if we get started, you’ll be better sooner.”
Spock shook his head again. His dark eyes trailed over Jim’s body. Jim winked at him. Spock’s eyes narrowed.
“It does not work that way, ashayam. Starting now will not speed up my recovery and only offer me a small reprieve while the fever worsens. If we start, I will most likely not stop until the fever breaks. In my current state, with the fever beginning, I could be fucking you for days.”
Days? Jim shuddered. He quite liked the thought of fucking for days, just being used by Spock over and over. His cock gave a little jump at the thought. Jim saw Spock’s eyes dart down to it. “I don’t mind, Spock.”
“I do,” Spock said, eyes snapping from lil Jim. He closed the gap between himself and the bed, standing at the edge near where Jim sat on his knees. “I do not wish to tire you out or hurt you. When the time comes, I will use you over and over until the fever breaks. Waiting until the fever is at is worse is best. Instead of using you for days, I will only need you for a few to several hours.”
“Fuck. That’s…intense, babe.”
“Indeed. We are on route to New Vulcan and are expected to arrive in twelve point one hours. There will be a ceremony. Possibly a challenge. I am not sure. I suspect my Plak Tow will start in three point one days but there is no guarantee.”
Jim sat up higher and put his hands on Spock’s shoulders. “Okay. I’m here for you. Any way that you need me.”
“There is also another matter of biology I need to mention…”
“Want a blowjob to take the edge off…?”
Both blinked, realizing they spoke at the same time.
“What?” they both asked.
More blinking.
“Blowjob?” Spock asked.
“Biology?” Jim asked.
.
.
.
“Blowjob now, biology later?” Spock asked.
Jim nodded and sat down on the bed on his butt, taking Spock’s hips in his hands and pulling him closer. Jim made quick work of the fastenings to Spock’s pants. He grabbed the waistband of the Spock’s pants and underwear, pulling them down his thighs. The hard arousal sprang out and bobbed between Spock’s legs.
“Hello, honey,” Jim said to it before going to town.
Naturally, it led to more and then Spock quarantined himself away from Jim until they arrived on New Vulcan.
They never got to that other matter of Vulcan biology.
When they arrived at New Vulcan, Jim was expecting some sort of ceremony as Spock had mentioned. But no.
They were immediately taken to a healing center and separated. Bones wasn’t even allowed to join. If they were getting married, Jim wanted his bestie there as best man, but the healers told him that would occur later.
Jim reluctantly went with the Vulcans up two floors and down a short hallway to a conference room. They motioned for him to enter but they didn’t follow. The doors slid closed and Jim was left alone in a white, windowless room. There was nothing on the walls nor on the table. Jim walked around the table, figiting and touching the tops of the eight chairs. He spun a few around before sitting down in the chair at the far head of the table.
He spun himself around a couple of times then drummed his fingers against the arm rest.
“Well, this is not what I expected.”
After half an hour, Jim stood, ready to leave to find out what was going on when the doors slid open. Jim sat back down as T’Pau entered and walked purposely to the chair directly across from Jim’s at the long table.
Jim sat up straight as T’Pau sat like she owned the place. Her hands folded in her lap and her dark eyes locked onto Jim.
Jim swallowed. He’d met her a few times before and liked her well enough. She was intimidating; a force to be reckoned with in the Federation and the only person to turn down a spot with the Federation.
Matriarch of the House of Surak.
And Spock’s grandma.
Jim wouldn’t dare put a number to her age, but he knew she was up there. Jim figured in looks she was seventy-ish but that wasn’t the case with her actual age.
“How’s Spock?” he asked after a sometime of silence.
“My grandson is well, for now,” she replied. “I apologize for your wait, James.”
“Oh, no problem. Sitting in a quiet, white room is always fun.”
“Indeed.”
I was joking but okay.
“Your wait was due to my needing to speak with my family about a dire situation.”
“Spock’s time?”
“Yes. As well as the time of others it he family.”
“What?”
She nodded her head minutely. “It is rare for such an occurrence but considering what Vulcans have been through these past few years, we are not surprised. Several males of the House of Surak have entered their Pon Farr.”
Jim blinked. “So…um…all of them are…like Spock?”
“Yes. What did my grandson tell you of this affliction?”
“Um,” Jim licked his lips. “Well, he gave me a long speech but the gist of it was that he needed to mate or die because of a blood fever.”
“Yes, essentially it is the need mate or die. It is a neurochemical imbalance, a leftover remnant of our savage ancestry long before Surak and the Time of Awakening. Males experience intense emotions and primal urges.
There are three stages to Pon Farr, James. In the initial stage, males experience restlessness, lack of emotional control, and an increase in sexual urges.”
Probably started when Spock was really frisky nearly a week ago. His lab desk is very sturdy.
“Stage two presents as a low-grade fever,” T’Pau continued. “The symptoms of the first stage get worse. The Vulcan becomes protective and possessive of their mates or who they consider their mate and will fight whomever they perceive as a threat.”
“Yep, yep.” Spock, just before they arrived, had broken his own self quarantine to sit in front of Jim’s door to keep him in and challengers away from him.
“Stage three is plat tow, the blood fever. The Vulcan is stripped of all logic and reasoning. They must mate during this stage or else perish.”
“The whole mate or die thing.”
Her neatly upturned brows raised. “Yes, the mate or die thing.”
Jim clapped his hands together. “Cool. Well, I am here and very willing to help Spock.”
“That is good, James Kirk.”
Jim smiled and nodded then remembered. “The other members are going through this as well?”
“Yes,” T’Pau nodded. “Several including my sons Sarek and Sopek. My grandsons, Stonn, Sybok and Spock as well as Spock’s counterpart, Selek.
“That’s…that’s a lot having to go through that.” That’s a lot of guys that need to mate. A whole lotta fucking going on here. Nice.
“Affirmative. Unfortunately, only a few of them have mates to see them through their times. We have tried to secure surrogates for the others but there are many other males, not just in our family, needing them at this moment.”
“Pon Farr-pocalypse, huh?” Jim smiled sheepishly and tried to joke.
T’Pau pursed her lips together and raised a neatly slanted brow.
Jim looked down to his feet. “Sorry. Not funny.”
“Indeed not.”
Jim nodded.
“Which is why the situation is dire and a meeting was held to discuss sharing you.”
He snapped his head up and his eyes widened. “Sharing me?”
“Yes.”
“Sharing…me?”
“Yes,” She replied simply. “When we heard Spock had entered his time and that you would be assisting, we discussed options. Selek, Spock’s counterpart, was bonded in his time to a James Kirk. Sarek has a fondness for humans as does Sybok. Sopek’s mate is ill and cannot see him through his time. You are the only one that can help them. If you are willing.”
Jim licked his lips. “That’s…fuck, wow. Okay, um…that’s five House of Surak members. Two Spocks. Their brother. Their dad and their uncle.” Jim put his head down on the tabletop and ran his hands through his hair. That was a lot of dicks to take. Five. Jim gave a mental shrug. It wasn’t that he was new to being around a lot of naked guys at once or at the end of a gang bang train.
I am very much a size queen cock slut. Proud of it but…this is Spock’s family.
“I will put it bluntly, James.”
Jim picked his head up.
“They need a body to breed,” she said. “That is the only way to cure them. Meditation will not work. Masturbation will not work. Waiting for a surrogate will not work. You are their only hope.”
A body to breed, Jim repeated in his head. He put his head back down and held up a finger to T’Pau signally he needed a moment.
Okay, okay, okay. Jim. Whoa wow. Okay. First there’s Spock. Yes. Definitely. He knows he can fuck me anytime, anyplace, any position, with any one we agree with, or order me to be fucked by someone else or many elses like that sub night at the…not the time, Jim. Not the time.
Alright, then there’s Selek. He is Spock. A Spock. An older Spock. A handsome older Spock. Who has touched my mind before. We did kiss that one time after Khan. And you know, he is a good masturbatory fantasy.
Now, Sybok. Um…I don’t know. He’s older than Spock. From Sarek’s first marriage. Don’t know anything else about him, though.
And Sarek. Well, yeah, Sarek is good looking. Tall. Broad shoulders. Before Spock and I got together I thought Sarek and I had a moment at that science conference. Or maybe it was just my dumb slut brain reading into it. Also a good masturbatory fantasy.
And I have no clue about Sopek.
Jim sighed and picked his head up. “Spock said he understood. He’s willing to share?” Jim believed that. They’d been open with their relationship for a while now. Open but together, they always played with others together.
T’Pau nodded. “He did. If you were willing to be used in such a way.”
Used. Jim did like the thought of that. Just being taken for the Vulcan’s pleasure. He’d been used before. He quite liked it.
“It won’t be all at once, right? Not that I’m not unwilling for, you know…that.” He had had Spock and another in him once or twice before but five Vulcans? Jim made a quizzical face. Triple penetration? Could I get three in me? If all are Vulcan, I don’t know. Spock’s a big boy. They would be lubricated…
“No, certainly not,” T’Pau snapped Jim out of whatever new kink was starting to form. “They would fight each other over you. They would attempt to kill one another to claim you. No, since they are all in various stages, they will see to you in order of severity. Spock is still just starting to ease into stage two. He will go last. Selek is in full blown plak tow as he thought he could meditate through it. He would be first, then Sybok, Sopek, Sarek and then Spock.”
Jim licked his lips. “Yeah, okay.” He nodded. “I…if it’ll keep them from dying. Yeah, I’ll…I’ll be their body to breed. I can’t get pregnant, though. But I certainly can take a lot of cum in me.” Jim laughed nervously and looked away. Didn’t matter how serious a situation, Jim always found a way to put his foot in his mouth. “I…that’s not…I just mean…”
“Thank you, James.” T’Pau stood and gave a Vulcan salute then left the room.
Jim waited then slunk down in his chair. He loved Spock. He liked his family. He could do this. He could.
The door opened and Spock entered. Jim stood. Spock walked quickly to him and embraced him.
“If you are not sure…”
“Spock, I’ll be fine.”
“Fine has…”
Jim kissed him quiet. He put his forehead against Spock’s. “Are you okay with this? Usually when we, you know, we’re together.”
“I know,” Spock ran his hands up and down Jim’s arms. “This is different. This is needed.”
“It is. I don’t want you or anyone in your family to die.”
Spock kissed Jim gently. “I want you to help my family, Jim. Please.”
“I will,” Jim replied. “I love you.”
Spock kissed him again. Jim wrapped his arms around Spock and ground his hips into his. Spock growled and deepened the kiss.
“Do not,” a stern voice said. They broke apart and saw a short, stern looking Vulcan woman dressed in a white healer robe standing there. “It is not your time just yet, Spock.”
“We were just…” Jim tried but shut up at the look the lady threw him.
“James Kirk, follow me.”
Jim kissed Spock once more. “For you and your family.”
“Thank you, t’hy’la.”
Jim walked away and followed the Vulcan in white. They went up a flight of stairs and down three halls before entering a large sterile smelling room. She motioned him along, through a door to the left and then down a shorter hallway before stopping in front of another door.
She turned around and faced him. “Shower. Thoroughly. Prep yourself as well if you wish then put on the robe.”
Jim nodded and went inside what he found to be a locker room. The wall with the door had a row of lockers. Three feet in front of the lockers was a long bench. Across the room, along the other wall, were four shower stalls. A chair sat in the corner on the other side of the door.
Jim walked to the locker with a purple robe hanging on a hook on the front. Jim opened the locker and undressed. He folded his clothes and put them inside on a shelf. On another shelf, was a washcloth, soap, and a bottle of lubricant. Jim took the cloth and soap and stepped into the shower where he was immediately sprayed with lukewarm water. He washed himself thoroughly as the Vulcan told him. Inside and out. He prepped his hole with three fingers, giving his prostate some love while he did until the Lil Cap’n between his legs perked up.
Afterwards, he toweled off then grabbed the lube. Her pulled the chair over to the benches and sat down in it. He leaned back and propped his feet up onto the bench. He squeezed a good helping onto his fingers and worked one, two, then three into his tight hole. Jim closed his eyes and just pretended this was completely normal. He spread himself wider and pushed in deeper, moaning. His free hand fondled his balls, squeezing and pulling gently.
Nothing out of the ordinary going on, Jim thought to himself. Just a normal Tuesday, about to take five cocks back-to-back. Been there, done that before. Oh, I bet they’re all hung like Spock.
Jim closed his eyes and moaned again. His hand left his sack and wrapped around his erection. Inside, he rubbed the bundle of nerves inside him.
Five, thick, long, ridged cocks. Jim stroked his shaft. Hmmm…yes…maybe Spock could watch and order them to fuck me harder or faster or…oh…ah…an insistent knock on the door startled Jim. He nearly fell out of the chair. “What?” Jim barked.
“Time is of the essence, Captain Kirk.”
“Oh right.” Not at the pleasure clubs, Jim. We’re on New Vulcan and need to make sure no one dies.
Jim removed his hands from himself. He wiped his hands with the damp cloth from the shower then shrugged on the purple robe hanging up on a hook beside the door. He tied the sash around the middle.
The Vulcan was waiting when he came out. She looked him over before, not batting an eye at Lil Cap’n Kirk making a tent in the front. She turned on her heel and headed down the hall several feet, stopping at another door. Jim joined her as she pressed her hand to a sensor and the door slid open.
Jim’s eyes widened. The room was white with padded walls. A mattress covered in blankets lay on the floor to one side, but what Jim was more concerned about was the device in the middle of the room.
He’d also been to quite a few BDSM clubs. He knew a sex bench when he saw one. He’d been strapped to similar ones many times before. Breeding benches, spanking benches, stockades, pillories, crosses. The list of things Jim had been strapped to, to be used and fucked, was extensive.
“Fuck, ya’ll were serious about a body to breed.”
“Affirmative.” She walked to the bench and stood beside it. “Breeding benches, like this, have been used since before Surak to keep one’s chosen mate still while being bred. Any movement would be seen as the mate trying to run away and seek a challenger. Keeping the mate still became ideal to prevent injury.”
“I grew up on and around many farms. I know the purpose of breeding benches, Ma’am.”
The Vulcan’s thin, slanted brow raised a smidge. “Anyway, the main goal of Pon Farr is to mate with one’s intended and produce a child. Conception is not necessary, however, the release of one’s seed into another is required. Just hands and toys are not enough. If they were, we would not have use for you today.”
“Right, makes sense.” Vulcans are crazy pervs. I love it. Lil Cap’n twitched in excitement. Jim had to resist touching himself. He nodded over to the mattress. “So, what’s the mattress for then?”
“The mattress is for your time with your true mate, Spock.” She walked indicated the bench. “This is for the others. They need a hole and will take it by any means necessary while in their blood fevers. If you are presented this way, they will perceive no challenge is imminent and take you. You also need to be secured down, as you will have a strong urge to fight back which will cause them to become rougher and hurt you.”
“Fuck.”
“It is an intense affliction that is shrouded in shame.” Her eyes went downcast a moment before patting the bench. “Please, get into place.”
Jim licked his lips and nodded. He walked over to the bench. She held her hand out and he took off his robe and handed it over. Her eyes momentarily peeked down to Jim’s arousal before turning away and putting the robe on a hook by the door.
Jim stepped closer and knelt down as the device was meant to have Jim’s ass at plundering height. There was a cushioned hole at the end, a sleeve for his cock the Vulcan told him. Jim was instructed to slip his cock inside which Jim did. It hugged him nice and snuggly, like a flesh light. The head of his cock poked a bit out of the end. If he didn’t need to get ready, he would’ve rocked into it for a little while.
From there, he climbed on, his cock pulling in its sleeve pleasantly. His legs spread so his shins and knees rested on the side rests of the device. Jim leaned over and down, resting his stomach on the soft padding of the bench. His head was able to rest over the side. There were two spots for his arms and Jim placed them there. The Vulcan walked around him and used restraints to secure him to the bench.
The Vulcan made a few adjustments. Jim’s torso was angle down a bit more which brought his ass in the air more. His legs were stretched open and tucked to the sides almost uncomfortably. Jim jostled against the restraints, his arousal sliding in the cocksleeve nicely enough that he moaned.
He tried moving around but found he barely could. He was secured for the Vulcans’ pleasure on the bench, not his.
“Um…so, what if I have to go to the bathroom?” Jim lifted his head up and asked. “I did pee in the shower. Sorry. But…”
The Vulcan came over from the corner with three hypos in one hand. “These will help.” She stuck each hypo into Jim’s neck, one at a time. He barely felt it.
“The last tone will assist in making you relax.”
“Sedative?”
“Not exactly. You will feel everything done to you, but this will make things less painful.”
Jim shook his head. “So, I’m stuck here for the next few days?”
“Hopefully not days. With Selek in full blown Plak Tow, he should only need a few hours with you. Afterwards, you will then clean yourself, rest, and then come back to the bench for the next Vulcan. This will repeat until the members of the House of Surak have completed their times.”
Jim licked his lips. “Can I sleep?”
“Certainly. They will not care if you are awake or not. Your body will relax to allow their penises and knots to penetrate you.”
“How romantic?” Jim hung his head as she started to walk away. His head snapped up. “Knots? The fuck is that?” He craned his neck to look back at the Vulcan but she was already gone. “Hey!”
Jim sighed and lowered his head once more. His lower half tingled and almost felt numb thanks to that last type. Jim tried to wiggle and found he could very shallowly hump into the sleeve around his hardness. He groaned and decided to get himself a little more worked up before Selek arrived.