*Star Trek is not Mine*
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Jim was on his knees, awaiting orders.
Though Jim was certainly weaker physically than Spock, not to mention he was likely in the mindset to complete the commands that he gave to him, the Vulcan began to ascertain the most logical order in which he should began to fulfill his demands. Jim was brilliant, and could attempt escape at any moment if he was not handled correctly during the changing of his position.
He would certainly change his handcuffs last, since Jim could theoretically have a small chance of defending himself and untying his legs before jumping out of the room and calling for security. If he untied his legs first, his hands would still be behind his back. It would be more difficult for him to escape if he wanted to, but the possibility was still there. If he untied Jim's legs and then went to change the position of the handcuffs however, there would be a moment in time where he would be free of restraints. In all honesty, he had to put a little bit of trust into his captive Captain in order to fulfill his order.
Spock looked at Jim for a moment.
"My legs?" Pleaded Jim. He was achingly aroused.
"You will not attempt escape, nor will you fight against me," replied the first officer. "If you do, you will find yourself on my bed once again in TRUE agony."
Spock moved with catlike grace to the side of his bed, where he untied one side of his ahn-woon-turned bondage strap, his eyes never leaving Jim.
As soon as his legs were free, Jim stretched them out and relieved some of their ache. Spock got back on the bed and approached Jim on all fours, harshly grabbing Jim's handcuffs. Spock was in front of him.
"You are going to sit down with your legs out in front of you." He commanded to his face. "I am going to pin your legs with my body as I release your handcuffs, only to reapply them in front of you rather than behind. Do it now." Spock moved to the side of Jim, still securing his cuffed hands. He was still in his robe while Jim was completely naked.
He did as he was told, and Spock was sitting on his knees on top of Jim's legs. Spock then took both hands, and carefully took each clothespin off of Jim's nipples.
"Nnn, good." Jim lowered his head and breathed out a sigh, smiling and shaking his head. "That shit HURT."
"Lick the top of both of my index fingers." Spock said, bringing his hands to Jim's mouth. Complying, he closed his eyes and ran a soft, wet pink tongue around both of Spock's fingers. Spock felt a burning lust in his stomach, and fought to keep his composure. Jim was the hottest thing he has ever seen.
He rubbed his hands around Jim's nipples, occasionally grazing one and making Jim jump. He then took his wet fingers and massaged them softly.
"Ah! Careful, they're still sore."
Spock pressed slightly harder, concentrating on the abused little red nubs. Jim jumped. "What're you doing?!"
"These clothespins have been clamped vertically for a total of ten minutes, fourteen seconds. Your body, in essence, was getting used to them. I am merely stimulating blood flow back into the area so that I may reapply them horizontally, over less of an area of skin. Your nipples are now wet and significantly more sensitive." Spock looked pleased with himself. "I promise you, it's going to cause you a lot more pain. Observe."
Spock held a clothespin in front of Jim's face. "Look down at what I'm doing." Jim looked down. He cried out loudly when Spock applied them to the opposite sides, and very tips, of his nipples. They felt like they were on fire, and so did his cock.
"QUIET. Look up, and open your mouth." Jim licked his lips, closed his eyes again, and took Spock's fingers in his lips. Spock channeled his sexual energy that surged through his body at the feel Jim's soft, sucking mouth. He growled in his ear. "You had better make sure they they're wet. Get some of that human slime from the back of your throat," Jim gagged on Spock's long fingers as he shoved them down, "Know that if I tear your ass apart because I'm fucking you dry, it's of your own volition."
