A JOB FOR THE YOUNG
'Spock!' The name was shouted, though not a sound was made.
Kirk would not give his Romulan captors the satisfaction. In his
head, however, he cried out in pain. 'I must keep control. I
must not show weakness. They exploit weakness. When I get out
of this, someone is going to pay...' The seeker was starting
again. Every few minutes it would pause as if to recharge its
batteries and then begin again. The seeker was a small star like
object that moved about by anti gravity. Meant for fencing
instruction, it would dart about occasionally diving in to give
the opponent a harmless, but painful electric shock on contact.
This seeker was no different except that it was free to take pot
shots at Kirks naked form. Kirk was bound from the ceiling by
the wrists. His toes barely touching the floor. Unclothed, Kirk
felt the full fury of an active seeker with no sword for defense
and no clothing to soften the shocks. It came in for another
shot. 'One. Two. Three. Four...' The seeker snapped, this
time in the small of Kirks back. 'Five. Six. Seven...' Kirk
continued to count off, relying on the simple mathematics to save
his sanity. The pain was not intolerable. In fact it was quite
safe. Its unpredictability and the anticipation of the next
sting was wearing on him considerably. The seeker went into a
flurry of quick strikes. 'Ten. Eleven...The pain. Spock, how
do you control the pain? Spock!' Some dim portion of his
awareness felt the bond. Knew that Spock was out there, looking
for him. He also knew that nothing would stop Spock from finding
him. Kirk wanted to be brave, he knew this was a Romulan trap to
get Spock. But the pain wore away at him. 'Twel...Twelve.
Thirteen. What do they want? They haven't even questioned me.'
The pain went on for a very long time. - - -
"Cadet Preston. Cadet Grenni. Why are you not attending
classes?" "Uh, Cap tain Spock...sir. Which class sir?" Peter
Preston inquired. "The class you are scheduled to be attending
right now, Mr. Preston." "Well sir," Peter answered sheepishly,
"the com puter says we are to be in two classes at the same
time." "And we didn't want to go to the wrong one sir." Grenni
supplied helpfully. "So we didn't go to either." Unlike Spock,
neither cadet had years of Vulcan control to hide behind. Both
were very nearly drawing blood from biting down on their tongues
to suppress the grins that were forming. Spocks stoic look was
temporarily gone. His eyes rolled back into his head and he
visibly shivered. 'Spock. Help me!' The lapse was only
momentary. On anyone else it would have gone unnoticed. On
Spock it stood out like an attack of fever. The cadets
stiffened, preparing for a reprisal. "Then I suggest you, Cadet
Preston, go to one class while Cadet Grenni attends the other. I
will have the computer checked for the error." "Yes sir. Thank
you sir." Both replied as they edged away, leaving Spock behind.
"Did you see that look we got? Old 'stoneface' almost cracked on
that one." Grenni said punching the other cadet in the arm. "Not
so loud! Don't you know those pointed ears can hear through the
bulkheads?" - - -
"Well Spock, what am I going to do with you?" Spock had withdrawn
into a sullen silence. His averted eyes said volumes. Shame was
in those eyes. Kirk had seen the look before. Ten long years
ago. 'Captain, lock me away. I do not wish to be seen. I
cannot explain further. No Vulcan could.' "It's the pon farr,
isn't it Spock?" Kirks only reply was a nod from the Vulcan, eyes
still lowered. The shame and anguish were evident. "What do we
do about it, Spock? You must tell me." Spock looked up as it to
reply, but turned around after their eyes made contact. He
looked up and down alternating between the sky and the ground as
if figuring an equation but having no courage to state it.
Finally he spoke. "I regret that noth ing can be done. This
outpost is too far from Vulcan. Even if the Enterprise were here
I could not get home in time." "Then you can be helped. But how?
Your betrothal to T'Pring was challenged. Would she...help you?"
"No," Spock whispered, "she has bonded with Stonn and is free of
me. There are other Vulcans trained to...supply the needs of
plak tow without a bondmate." "If it can be done on Vulcan, it
can be done here too." Kirk said. "I'm sure we could make some
kind of arrangements. Every outpost has a few 'working women'
available for a price." "No!" Spock turned about and looked at
Kirk for the first time in the conversation. "I cannot allow
that." "I assure you that it can be done with discretion. I have
had some, uh, experience in these matters." "My embarrassment is
not the problem here." Spock said emphatically. "No human female
would survive the experience." Kirk could appreciate that.
Almost a decade ago the two were locked in mortal combat over an
icy Vulcan bitch that didn't want either of them. In the heat of
plak tow, Spock was fully capable of killing anyone who stood in
the way and in fact thought he had killed his captain.
"Well Spock, what am I going to do with you?" With the
repeated question, Spock repeated his forlorn expression. Once
again looking down at his feet he took on a helpless air. "Hide
me, Jim. I do not wish to be seen. Confine me so I cannot hurt
anyone." "Spock. Please. I cannot do that! You need a doctor."
"No! There is nothing they can do but poke and prod, hoping to
satisfy their human curiosity. I will not allow it!" Spock was
getting very agitated. Kirk became concerned. 'Perhaps I should
do as he asks.' Kirk thought. 'When he is un conscious I can
move him.' - - -
"Doctor McCoy?"
"Yes Spock?" "I will be leaving the academy for a time. Will you
look after the cadets in my absence?" "Yes, of course. Where are
you going?" "To assist Admiral Kirk." Spock stopped briefly. "He
is to bring the NEW POLYTRONIC computer components here for
programming." "You've been looking for ward to that, haven't you.
You're probably one of the few that Star fleet has capable of
doing it." McCoy's voice trailed off at Spock's in attention.
The Vulcan did not even seem to be aware of his surroundings.
'Spock! The pain!' "What's the matter, Mr. Spock? You look pale
even for a Vulcan." "I assure you I am fine Doctor." "It's Jim
isn't it. You can always tell when he's in trouble. Ever since
that hand holding incident after you mind-melded with V'ger I've
wondered about you two. And now you're going to race across the
universe to rescue him. Do you want my help?" "Yes Doctor. You
can help me by taking this class of cadets in hand during my
absence." "Somehow I though you'd say that..." - - -
Spock had been unconscious for several minutes. The plak tow
madness now held him hostage. He had nearly strangles from
thrashing in the one-piece gray uniform he was wearing so Kirk
removed it. The now inert body was hot to the touch. Even
hotter than normal. Removing the clothing seemed to help. The
act awakened him. "Jim, thank you. I wished to die without
shame and you have allowed it." "Spock, I..." "Please Jim, let me
finish while I still maintain some control. You have shown me
many things, but the greatest of them was your love and respect.
I have been, and always shall be...your friend." Spock's voice
narrowed to a harsh whisper and then a violent cry of pain. Kirk
took his hand to comfort him. The grip was enormous, but Kirk
held on. Only a few months before he had held Spock's hand like
this in the sickbay. "This. Simple feeling." It would have to
sustain him. Kirk ran his free hand across Spocks forehead to
smooth a few wry locks of hair there. Spock shivered. In this
state his senses must be very aware. It was happening. Kirk
noted that Spock was beginning to have an erection. Each double
heartbeat caused the organ to expand a little further. Spock had
proportions that would put most men to shame, Kirk included. He
thought of covering Spock with a sheet but remembering the
Vulcans raw nerves decided against it. It appeared that some
part of Spock still tried to maintain control, but his body was
rapidly taking over. For a few minutes he would calm down -
breathing with an effort, then he would go into spasms fighting
against the bonds. As time went by the spasms became longer than
the calm times. Kirk now noticed Spocks gonads. They moved and
churned within the scrotum. "Fascinating" was the word that came
to Kirks mind. Kirk knew his own balls moved in their sack like
that but ever so slowly. Spocks were turning about like caged
animals. This is Spock dammit, not some laboratory animal! He is
going to die, and here you are studying him. Spocks words kept
ringing: "You must en deavor to accept that which you cannot
change." But Spock was dying. Something must be done. Kirk
thought about his fas cination with Spocks balls. It was more
than simple curiosity. He had had men, but the idea of having
sex with Spock never oc curred to him before. It is best to
avoid such relationships be tween good friends, lest it sour and
become bitter. And Spocks Vulcan reserve would never allow it.
The idea intrigued Kirk more. "No human female would survive the
experience." But what about me, a man. And what about Spock. If
we both survive, would he still "respect" me or would shame and
anguish overcome him. Kirk did not wish to think about such
matters. His friend was dying, and he was going to do something
about it. If Spock rejected him afterward, at least he would be
alive to do it. The human now reached for the Vulcan lightly
massaging as if to brush away the pain. The touch affected Spock
like fire. He strained against the bonds, a low guttural moan
ensuing. Kirk began with the arms working toward the shoulders.
His own tem perature rising. Feverishly he began exploring more
of Spocks body surveying it all. Kirk could not believe his own
actions. He had never gone after a man with such pitch before.
Then he began to notice when Spock moaned, he did too. Spock
must be emanating powerful emotions which he was picking up by
the physical contact. The bond! Spock needed to bond with
someone. Throwing away his clothes, Kirk bent over the Vulcan
and held his face in his hands. 'Spock! Reach our for me!' Only
waves of lust and desire surged through him. He bent lower and
kissed Spock letting the desire flood through them both. Now he
was falling. At least it felt like falling. Kirk was aware of
himself and Spock in the room and they were falling. The room
must be falling. But it couldn't. 'I must be entering Spock's
mind.' Kirk thought. But it was never like this in a mind-link
before.
The initial feeling of vertigo passed. What was left was a
constant stream of emotions and equations seemingly at random.
Spock had no control left. Always before in a mind-link Spocks
well ordered mind took over. This time Kirk was the only stable
influence. Perhaps after the physical needs are taken care of
the mind will clear itself. Kirk climbed into the bed where
Spock was restrained. There was little room except for the space
between the Vulcans legs. Kirk began the gentle rubbing again
down Spocks chest through the forest of hair there to his penis.
The feeling was strange for he experienced both the giving and
the receiving. Lightly, very lightly the stroked the cock. The
touch burned like fire. The fire fueled the desire. Rubbing
faster now he kissed it begin ning at the base near the balls and
working his way up. At the top his tongue darted out and tasted
it. He licked the head with broad strokes finally concentrating
on the little patch of flesh just below the head on the
underside. All of this he could feel through Spock as if it were
happening to him as well.
Spocks thoughts did not intrude as if the waves of emotion were
all that made him up. The desire was doing its thing. Kirk
wanted him more than anything in the universe. He began suck ing
on the cock; first just the head, then more. Up and down he went
taking in as much as he could. He made a fist with his hand
holding the base and pumping in time with the rhythm of his
mouth. Both men were in the fever now, Kirk going down, Spock
straining up to meet him. The cock went in and out like a
piston, faster and faster. Then orgasm. Both men crying out.
Kirk choking on the sperm. The release was incredible. The tin
gling seemed to go on forever. Kirk had never experienced any
thing like it before. Trying to relax into a more comfortable
position he saw that he had also come. He drifted off into a
light sleep. - - -
"I'm sorry Captain Spock, all we know is that they took off in a
private freighter and headed toward uncharted space." It was
Commander Kyle. He was once the transporter chief on the
Enterprise before his commission. Chief Rand now held that
position. Kyle was assigned the deli cate task of assembling the
components of the Polytronics com puter by transporter. He was
the last man to see Admiral Kirk, forced by threats of the
Admiral's death if he did not beam them aboard the freighter.
"Were they followed?" Spock asked. "A scout ship was sent out,
but they were fired upon and damaged. We sent probes to follow
and they were fired upon as well. One did go unnoticed and
followed them to the range of it's telemetry. The ship did not
deviate from it's course even after it left the range of our
scanners." "Has the course been plotted?" "Yes sir, and there are
no known systems in it's path. Although that sector is largely
unexplored. It's possible there might be one." - -
-> 'Jim, you have shamed me.' "What?" Kirk exclaimed. "Spock,
did you say something?" "You bonded yourself to me." Spock
replied. "I feel compelled to take you like an animal. It is
so...distasteful." Kirk heard the words ring inside his head as
they were spoken. But the thoughts were infinitely more com plex
in their meaning than any spoken words could convey. It was the
bond-link.< 'Can you hear my thoughts?'> 'Yes Jim, bonded as we
are now, within physical proximity, and without barriers, our
minds are one.'< 'This is delightful. How long will it last?'>
'Forever, unless one of us bonds with another. The direct
sharing will probably stop when the pon farr time is over.'< 'You
mean there is more?'> 'Yes. It will continue for days. The
coupling will become more intense each time until it peaks and
then recedes again.'< 'But you are thinking so clearly now. I
thought it was over.'> 'This time is called the cren tow: The
time of reflection. It makes the plak tow even harder to bear.'<
'I don't know Spock. That plak tow didn't seem so bad. I
enjoyed it.'> 'Spoken like a true human, Jim.'< 'Why Mister
Spock, you do have a sense of humor!' Kirk played with Spocks
chest hair affectionately. It brought forth a flutter in each of
them.> 'Jim, you bring on plak tow with these actions. Please
help me. Stop!'< 'I'll help you alright!' Kirk pulled himself
across Spock, gently supporting himself with knees and elbows.
He kissed the Vulcan passionately tasting the lips and savoring
it. He opened his mouth and darted his tongue lovingly. The
other followed suit locked in passion. They both had erections
and began rubbing against each other. The sensations were
seductive and fevered. Faster and faster they went, their bodies
threatening to melt together. The pace became frantic until that
glorious moment of ecstasy overcame them. Both cocks squirted
their juice and landed in little puddles on Spocks chest. Kirk
relaxed and laid heavily on that chest and they both sighed
contentedly. - - -
The stolen freighter was no match for the Vulcan shuttle with its
warp-drive sled. Spock had followed in the same direction the
freighter left in and found that they still had not altered
course. This could only mean that they intended to be found. Of
course a starship had been summoned, but the nearest ship would
not be here for days. Spock did not wait. Taking an ample
supply of food and medical supplies he went after the freighter
in the shuttle. Obviously the larger scanners of the stolen ship
had located the shuttle long before its smaller sensors could. A
very strong tractor beam used for moving cargo had taken hold of
the shuttle and began to draw it in. Just as the shuttles
scanners had identified the freighter to be the F.S. Marten,
Spock ejected a recorder bouy. Hopefully the bouy was not caught
in the same tractor beam. Throughout the towing, the Romulans
maintained communications silence. They made no at tempts to
hail the shuttle, nor did they answer any of Spocks calls.
Whatever their plans were they would reveal them in good time. -
- -
< 'Spock, are you awake?' Kirk stirred, stretching sore muscles.
He began to realize that much of the pain was not in his own
body, but Spocks. The Vulcan had lain strapped to the bed for a
full day now. Kirk rubbed Spocks arms to smooth out the strain.>
'Yes Jim, I am awake. Please stop, it feels quite soothing but I
fear it will bring on the fever too soon.'< 'Are you hungry? I
am starved.'> 'You know as a Vulcan, I can go for days without
food nor could I keep it down in this condition. Before the pon
farr began I purged myself. It is standard practice.'< 'I should
remove your restraints so your circulation can return.'> 'No! The
worst is not yet over.'< 'Is there anything I can do for you?'>
'A little water perhaps.' Very carefully Kirk got up and poured
some water from a pitcher into a small cup. Lovingly he lifted
Spocks head and held the cup to his lips.< 'We'll get through
this, you'll see.' - - -
The shuttle was brought into an empty cargo hold within the
Marten. Seeing no point in resistance, he began gathering the
medical supplies. When everything was in order he pressurized
the hatch and opened it. A squad of armed Romulans was waiting
for him. Holding his hands out to show he had no weapons, he
raised one in the Vulcan salute. The leer of the senior officer
indicated that he found the salute offensive. He motioned
several of the men to board the ship. Spock began to descend the
ramp. "Halt!" Yelled the officer. "You will remain there until
we have checked for detonation devices. If your craft is a bomb
you will go up with it." "I assure you..." Spock began.
"Silence! I will not listen to a Vulcan coward." The bomb squad
brought their equipment in and checked the ship thoroughly. When
they were satisfied they escorted Spock to a storeroom and shoved
him inside. "Spock! You're here!" It was Kirk. He was lying
naked on the floor across the room. He was shivering. Spock
held him in his arms, away from the cold floor. "It's a trap.
It has to be, Spock. They didn't ask me anything...Just tied me
up and left me with that seeker every four hours. It's you they
want, I know it. They used me to get to you..." His voice
trailed off into exhaustion. The body went limp and the trem
bling stopped. He slept and Spock continued to hold him tenderly.
- - -
Spock fought the restraints savagely. He was now in the height
of the madness. Kirk could feel it too. Each of Spocks bouts
came a little sooner than the last. A part of Kirk wanted to
rest, a part wanted it to never end. Through the bond he felt
Spock's desire to couple. It was overpowering. Kirk too wanted
it, needed to know Spock inside of him. But he hesitated.'Once I
touch him, make physical contact, there will be no stopping. His
desire will overtake me. He said no human woman could endure it.
What about me?' Spocks need called to him. It hurt like being
squeezed in a vice. 'It isn't Spock, is it. It is me. I have
never done this before.' Kirk did not know what to do with
himself. He was torn. 'Why am I so afraid? It is just a simple
sex act. Spock is tied down, he can not hurt me.' Still the
doubt persisted. Spock began tugging at his restraints. He
looked as if someone were torturing him. Then he stopped. His
muscles were taunt, straining against the straps. he did not
breath. It seemed an eternity had gone by and he still did not
breath. "Spock! Breath dammit. Breath!" Kirk pressed on his
chest. The Vulcan exhaled , gasp ing for air. Kirk breathed
again himself. Spock wanted him. Spock could have him. Their
minds were one, the physical act would complete it. Kirk climbed
into the bed once again. He sat above the Vulcan, knees on
either side of Spocks ribs. He smoothed Spocks hair gently with
his hands, running his fingers around those unique ears. Once
again they kissed. Kirk ap plied a generous amount of lubricant
to Spocks organ. Both men gasped at the action. He did the same
to his own cock. Sliding forward, he positioned himself above
the Vulcan and held Spocks erection to his anus. Slowly he sat
back allowing it to enter. The pain of the stretching hurt too
much and he sat up again. Absently Kirk stroked his own tool,
wondering what to do now. The pain had subsided, replaced by the
sensations of his hands. He decided to try again. Once again he
went down, this time rub bing his cock as he did. He was much
more relaxed this time. The pain returned, but he just stopped
for a moment , stroked himself and continued on. Kirk began to
work at it earnestly now. The feeling was nice, even for
himself. And he could feel through Spock as well. There was a
sharing here. The oral sex was nice in it's own way, but this
was more intimate. Kirk could feel that Spock was well on his
way to climax. it seemed that each time one would come, the
other would too. Both men were now experiencing the urgency.
They began to pump furiously now. Kirk from above, Spock from
below. Kirks prostrate was really taking a pounding, it sparked
his desire even further. The furious coupling reached it's peak
and both men experienced the exquisite joy of their merging.
Loudly they both moaned of the pleasure, locked in both mind and
body they reveled in it. Kirk relaxed and once again lay heavily
on Spock, this time with the Vulcan within him. - - -
"Commander." Spock said. "I am honored to meet you once again."
He stood before her, knowing her name but not speaking it. This
time he knew it was more than destiny that brought them together.
"It would appear that you, Mr. Spock, are to be honored as well.
For you know my name and it's implications yet neither you nor
your Federation have exploited it." "Such matters are not of
military concern." Spock replied, glancing at the guard. "Having
your cloaking device stolen was embarrassment enough for you."
"You will leave now," she said to the guard, "Mr. Spock is an
honorable man. I will be safe." In Romulan fashion, the guard
backed out the door into the corridor. "I was wary of you at
first, Spock, because I believed you would use my secret against
me. But nothing has come of it." "Logic would dic tate that your
safe return to your Empire would be better for galactic peace
than any military gain of revealing your true identity. I
suspected that you had lied. But obviously you would not have
returned to the Empire alive if you were not genuinely the
Praetor's daughter." "This is true, Spock." She motioned for him
to sit. "But you are probably wondering why I invited you here.
Logically you should have left Kirkto his own fate." "My logic
often fails me where my friend is concerned. I assume you wish
me to program the Polytronic com puter you have stolen."
"Correct. I think the computer will be a fair trade for our
cloaking device. Plus I get you and James Kirk in the bargain."
"I will do nothing for you until you release him." "Wrong, Spock.
I will not release him un til you program the computer." - - -
Kirk woke up stiff and sore. Not all the pain was his on, his
arms and legs hurt where Spock was tied to the bed. It had been
several days since the pon farr had began and both men knew it
was subsiding. Through the bond Kirk knew that Spock was
regaining control even during plak tow. Judging Spock to be
safe, he removed the restraints and massaged the sore areas.
Spock moaned softly in his sleep and curled up on his side for
the first time in days. Kirk laid down beside him and held him
in his arms stroking the hair on his chest. Spock rolled over,
opening his eyes and coming awake. As he came to consciousness
Kirk could feel his mind awakening through the bond.> 'Jim, you
have removed the restraints.'< 'Yes, Spock. I have.'> 'The pon
farr is not yet over.'< 'I know. But the worst seems to be past,
and I can trust you.'> 'That is comforting. I wish to...thank
you for...helping me through this time. It has been most
disquieting.'< 'I agree that it has not been a real bed or rose
petals, but I am glad to have helped you. You are special to me
Spock and I could not see you die.'> 'You are filled with anguish
and worry, Jim. You need not be. What is done is done.'<
'Mastery of the Unavoidable?'> 'Precisely. And be tween two who
are t'hy'la there is no shame.' The concept of t'hy'la rang like
a bell. It meant brother and friend, but in this form it meant
lover. Kirk swooned and Spock fell with him into it.< 'I love
you Spock. I may not be in love WITH you, but I do love what you
are.' Thinking in Standard could not begin to relay the concept.>
'I accept it, Jim. As a Vulcan I should not understand it but I
do. I cannot return love physically beyond the pon farr. But I
will always be your friend.' The two men embraced each other for
the first time. Holding on to each other tightly as only two men
could do. They made passionate love to each other, wishing it to
never end. - - -
"Tell me, Mr. Spock, how did you get the Romulan commander to
let you and Jim go?" McCoy asked. The recorder bouy I ejected
before my capture was found by Starfleet and it told them what
course the freighter had changed to. When the Romulans were
confronted with such a large attack force they had little
choice." "I'm glad to see you both made it okay. Why didn't they
go down in a fight? I thought that was the Romulan way."
"Because Bones," Kirk replied, "I gave them my assurance that
they could take the Polytronic computer home if they would
release us and leave peacefully." "And you LET them?" "Yes
Doctor." Spock answered. "The computer is useless for any
practical applications." McCoy was confused. The Polytronic
computer was to the the discovery of the century and his friends
had just given it to the Romulans. Now they say its no good.
"What is wrong with it?" "Well, Bones." Jim said. "It's too
fragile. Spock can tell you better than me." "Unlike the digital
com puters that have been in use for the last one-hundred years,
the Polytronic computer does not use binary arithmetic. Rather
than having two states: On and off, it has unlimited energy
potentials. Somewhat like the energy synapses of the brain. The
components are designed on the molecular level and are so deli
cate that even movement or light particles can destroy them." "In
short," Kirk cut in, "Their act of stealing it destroyed it. Of
course they won't know that until they take it back to their
scientists." "that poor Romulan lady." McCoy looked at them both.
"Foiled again by this pair." "Aptly put, Doctor. But not
precise. That Romulan was no lady." Spock countered. McCoy
simply groaned at the pun and excused himself. The two Starfleet
officers were left to themselves. "Thank you Mr. Spock." "It was
the logical thing to do." The conversa tion abruptly stopped,
leaving an awkward silence. Both men stood behind walls of
unspoken words. But their eyes spoke volumes. Kirk looked tired
and worn.
"Galloping among the cosmos is a job for the young. Come
along, Mr. Spock. Let's go mind the store."
worn.
"Galloping among the cosmos is a job for the young. Come
along, Mr. Spock. Let's go mind the store."