*Star Trek is not mine*

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With a sadistic glimmer in his eye, the Half Vulcan put his nails on Jim's neck and SCRATCHED his way down his back, leaving angry red marks. When Jim moaned from it he SMACKED the clothespins again, making his captain Scream. He began tickling his feet.

"What are you…AHAHA STOP IT!!! SPOOOCK! STOP!! AAAHAHA!!" He kept squirming and calling out Spock's name, laughing so hard tears were streaming down his cheeks and trying to control himself, when Spock would decide to just tickle his feet in a different way and make him lose control again. A few minutes of the torture continued, and Jim was stuggling for air by the time he was through. When he complained, he held him by his cuffs again. He bent him down so low that the pins holding his nipples brushed against the fabric on his bed whenever he moved. He then tickled Jim's feet again, cock pulsing at the thought of his nipples being tortured while he laughed against his will.

He gave everything he had in his Vulcan warrior heritage to an epic slap to Jim's ass

"SMACK" It took a half second for Jim to really feel it, less of a stinging sensation and more like the world's meanest paddle breaking your ass.

"AAAAAAH GOD SPOCK"

"SMACK" Again. He was in agony but he had never been so sexually turned on and submissive in his life. Spock twisted the clothespins for a change, and Jim screamed again.

"STOOOP!!" Kirk screamed, literally.

"What do I get out of stopping, Jim?" Spock asked as he scraped his nails down his chest, making him whimper loudly.

He lifted Jim and moved in front of him, the sadistic glimmer in his eye still present.

He twisted a clothespin as Jim tried to answer him.

"I-AAHHHH Spock...Spock I'll do anything…anything to you that you want." Jim was panting, his balls ached, his eyes were unfocused, and he was completely out of his mind. "I'll suck you off. I'll do anything. I'll be whatever you want. You can piss on me, take me from behind…cum on my face. You can fuck me as long as you want."

Spock was so aroused at the sight of the egocentric, power hungry Captain begging to be fucked, he thought he might pass out, but his Vulcan control won over his emotions. "I am going to untie your legs, and only your legs. Jim. I will undo your handcuffs, but only to change their position to be over your head, no longer behind your back as they presently are." Spock then whispered to him again. "You're going to wrap those legs around me while I fuck you with nothing but your own spit after you suck on my fingers. I'm going to hold your hands over your head while I pound your arrogant ass as long as I want to. Then I'm going to pull out, and ejaculate into your mouth and you are to swallow every last drop of it. Understood?"

"Yes Sir" Jim was breathless.

Spock loved the sound of it.