I am not JJ, or Roddenberry. Sorry for being so mean to Spock, you guys!

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He is drifting, although not… not floating, not this time. His muscles feel as strong as they ever do these days, and his head is clear. He is blindfolded, but they haven't stopped up his ears today. The phallus in his mouth is withdrawn and replaced by one of soft rubber over mechanics, the same as the one in his rectum. Someone wipes a warm cloth over his naked body, and then oils him.

"Showtime, lovely," a female voice croons, and the day's humiliation begins.

Today is, by his estimate, day thirty-three of his captivity, and he is beginning to give up hope of rescue. After all, humans are much less rare than vulcans, especially now - maybe Jim has been killed after all. Or maybe the orion slavers have just been better than he thought at hiding him.

Either way, Spock thinks as the phallus in his mouth begins vibrating and the anal phallus begins a slow, deep glide, this might be the rest of his life. Long days displayed at the fairs; occasional nights offered to wealthy women with curious, cruel fingers or wealthy men with rough desires.

He is less than a whore to them, he knows, and little more than a toy. He is a slave and a- a carnival attraction. They don't try to disguise it for his sake. The machine he is imprisoned in is coin operated. He has a barker.

Maybe, if he hadn't been sterile, his treatment would have been better - but he doubts it.

The oral phallus switches to a deep glide like the anal phallus. Both are at their furthest point of insertion simultaneously, and Spock reminds himself sharply not to bite. The restraints around his arms and legs begin to move with their familiar mechanical groaning, and he is stretched out side to side. Gravity aids the machine's labors now, and despite his best efforts he feels his penis extend.

He struggles to control himself as the machine impales him again and again from both ends, bruising him and marking him, and the crowd's excitement is drowned out by the throbbing in his own ears. But he is able to hold out until the client's time is used up, and the oral phallus releases a thin stream of cold juice, which he swallows greedily.

He is always permitted at least thirty seconds of recovery time, which is this time enough to regain his control and retract his penis.