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Delicate gold chains jingled when he sneezed.
Everyone in the room- the doctor close enough to smell the antiseptic, the haughty Vulcan playing voyeur in the corner, even Jim himself -went deathly still.
Jim’s heart thrummed erratically under his skin, and the doctor’s scanners no doubt picked up on it. Jim fought the urge to slowly close his eyes in resignation. This could have been it. He may have just blown his last best chance of getting out of here. He wanted to open his mouth and explain his allergies, the sensitivity to sharp scents like outdated sterilisers, the itch in his throat that couldn't help.
But no one told him he could speak. All his words were swallowed down. Cautious about the doctor remaining so close, Jim attempted a deep breath. Vulcan’s were into meditation crap, right? Jim could channel that for a little while. No more moving, not even shifting weight. The gold chains threaded across the contours of his body chimed with even the smallest movements. It wasn’t worth risking another mark against him in the eyes of the buyer, and certainly not worth the possibility of punishment. A punishment he wouldn’t be able to escape if this sale didn’t go through, and one he most likely would not survive.
“Well, he’s as healthy as anyone’s capable of being. No permanent damage or lingering soft tissue trauma. Few aesthetic marks, not uncommon for used property.” The doctor began packing up his kit and scanner as he talked, like he had somewhere better to be than assessing ‘used property.’
Jim fought hard to keep steady the forward stare he’d maintained since the Vulcan stepped in the room, but in his peripheral he swore he saw the angle-browed eyes narrow.
“I wish to see how reactive he is to stimulation.”
Jim stifled an eyeroll. Classic. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop a grin when the doctor had the same reaction, only the other man didn't hold back.
The doctor grumbled while snapping on a new pair of gloves. Digging around in his bag resulted in producing the same medical lubricant he’d used to shove whatever primitive tools he carried up Jim’s ass. Not that Jim wasn’t used to it, and yeah he knew he had been put purposefully on display, but surely the scanners had said everything that needed saying.
It wasn’t his place to question those things, and sure, his ‘lively spirit’ wasn’t exactly a secret, but it had never done him any favours.
Jim gave a harsh exhale through his nose when the doctor took his length in hand without hesitation. The lube smeared along his length and eased the friction. The doctor began with slow pulls, slick and warm and decently executed. Jim studied the blank wall ahead and tried to think of the few times he’d actually felt anything like pleasure from another person’s touch in the recent past, nothing but vague blurred things in the back of his mind. The hand job was fine, but “fine” wasn’t gonna get him anywhere with the doctor scowling him down and a Vulcan with the power to snap his neck judging him from the corner.
A threat that grew with every second he wasn’t getting hard. And he knew it, but there was little he could do to make it happen, and perhaps the doctor knew something was up because he was scowling a little deeper now.
The sharp tug on his nipples got a choked little gasp out of him. He’d been distracted by the doctor's face and soft swoop of hair, he hadn’t seen the gloved hand reach up to tug the delicate chain draped across his chest, attached to small clamps with his tender flesh caught between their jaws. The bite of them was familiar enough to disappear on most occasions, but breathtakingly sharp when agitated.
The doctor's eyes lit up. He tugged again. Damn, ok. Jim licked his lips and blinked slowly as the first whisper of heat curled in his belly.
“That’s it, kid.” The doctor whispered like they were in on a secret.
His hand stopped feeling perfunctory and began to chase a teasing rhythm. Jim let his eyes slide closed to focus fully on the sensation. The tiny ember of his lust was fanned by both their efforts, and finally, mercifully, Jim actually managed to get hard.
“Stop.”
A protest jumped to his lips and dropped his mouth open, but that was a lesson he’d only needed to learn once. Do nothing and stand pretty, that’s all he was supposed to do, and he thought it like a mantra as the doctor lifted his hand and stepped away.
Jim rocked forward onto the balls of his feet towards the doctor as if to follow. He caught himself just in time, jewellery jingling with his harsh drop back onto his heels.
“Use him.”
The doctor's head snapped towards the Vulcan. A kinky Vulcan, hey? And here Jim thought he’d seen everything. His expectations for his possible future serving under the man just took a nose-dive, but the Vulcan would hopefully be a means to an end to get him out of here and away from the man he currently called Master.
The doctor made the mistake of putting up a fuss. “Damnit man, I’m a doctor, not a-“
“You will use him or the deal is broken.” The cut-throat tone left no room for argument.
Huh. Jim wasn’t sure how to take the Doctor's clear reluctance to touch him. He was bathed and perfumed, moisturized and groomed and decorated from head to literal toe rings linked to his jingling anklets. Maybe the guy just really wasn’t interested in men. It wasn’t common for people to have gender specific preferences anymore, but Jim supposed there were all types around in the dark pockets of the universe.
Still, he was a bit offended.
The doctor must have really wanted whatever he’d been promised or blackmailed with in exchange for this, because he focused on Jim like he was seeing him for what he was for the first time, looking more like he was about to diffuse a bomb than get a free round with a luxury-class sex slave.
The doctor had been decent enough about the procedure. More than Jim had expected, honestly, based on past experience. He hadn’t taken obvious advantage even when the opportunity was presented on a silver platter(or in gold chains). Call Jim a bleeding heart, but he wasn’t against helping him out a little in return.
He caught the doctor's eye, then pointedly looked down to the floor. He poked his tongue in his cheek where he hoped the Vulcan couldn’t see. The doctor's harried look morphed into exasperation, which looked quite at home on his face and got rid of the panic. Jim’s lips twitched. Much better.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it already,” the doctor grouched. The tone was plaintive enough, but an awkward jerk in his leg and downward scoop to the corner of his lip was telling of his unease.
Jim smoothly dropped. It was a move he’d done a hundred thousand times, and one he’d likely continue to do a great deal more. At least until he found enough of a crack in the system to pull himself out of the blackhole his life had been sucked into.
He made quick work of the clothes in his way and put a gentle but confident hand on the doctor's cock. It was larger than most despite being flaccid.
Right. Usually there was at least a little interest going on by the time someone got Jim on his knees. He had a feeling this guy was going to make him work for it, but Jim didn’t have a leg to stand on, considering.
With a hand to hold the cock in place, Jim used his tongue only to softly lick at the smooth head. The first taste was a little salty, a little bitter right at the slit. Clean. A nice change of pace.
Jim slipped the tip of his tongue in a slow circle around the head, feeling at the flare and skirting the edge. It earned him a twitch, but the doctor's demeanor remained tense. Jim leaned in closer to press the flat of his tongue to the top of the head, swiping the tip of his tongue from frenulum to slit. He looked up. To both his luck and downfall, his eye colour was rare, as anyone with basic genetics knowledge would know, which meant there was a higher chance a doctor like this guy would be one of the many who got off on it. The doctor met his gaze and held it.
Jim was close to diving lower just to see if he could get a better reaction when the cock finally started to swell. He kept licking and teasing while he held the doctor’s eyes, watching as the man’s shoulders began to lower and his expression softened with pleasure until the length was stiff enough to stand. Jim dropped his hands to his own thighs. His dick was still standing proud in his own lap, but he wasn’t allowed to touch, and he was trying to be on his best behaviour.
He risked a wink at the doctor. In one swift move he circled his lips tight around the tip and swallowed the cock whole.
“Christ almighty,” he heard cursed above him.
It took focus not to choke as the thick head lodged into his throat, his muscles instinctively tightening in attempts to expel the blockage. Jim closed his eyes and focussed on waiting it out until he regained control of his body. The doctor's abdomen shivered and expanded in time with an audible breath of shock. The hot cock in his mouth gave an encouraging pulse of excitement.
Hook. Line. Sucker. Jim got to work. His mouth glided up to the head with powerful suction, his tongue flirted with the silky skin of the glans, then smoothed down to the base in one effective move that popped the head straight down his throat. Before his knees even ached, huffs of pleasure became moans and gasps, while stiff hips eased into the tell-tale rhythm of aborted thrusts. If he’d been capable of it, Jim would have smirked.
“Enough.” The Vulcan commands.
Fuck. Jim pulled back immediately, but reluctantly. Fuck fuck fuck. How was he supposed to prove he was worth having around if he didn’t get to actually finish the job?
Maybe he’d screwed it up already. He could have been more vocal, he could have grabbed the doctor’s hips, sucked his balls, fingered his hole. He could have done anything and everything to get the guy off, but his new Master hadn’t given him instructions or permissions, and neither had the doctor asked for anything, and Jim was trying to be good for once. A Vulcan would want someone restrained, no quips or talk back, no pantomimes or dramatics, nothing that stepped out of line. He’d worked so hard for it. This sale had to go through.
The doctor panted in front of him. Red cock glistening and visibly throbbing. Clearly he hadn’t had an issue with Jim’s behaviour.
Jim bit his tongue, hard, holding back begs to try again, promising that he could do better. A Vulcan wouldn’t want that. Vulcan’s weren’t known to go back on their decisions once made.
And yet, as careful as he was being, Jim was only human. He couldn’t help the way his frustration curled his fists. The pent up desperation vibrating in his core. His last chance of getting out of this hellhole was slipping out of reach because of one lousy blowjob.
Jim breathed out through his nose.
A shame. The doctor had finally looked like he was enjoying himself, and it made him start to look kinda hot, to be honest. It wouldn’t have been a hardship to get to see him finish. Yeah, Jim, just keep focussing on how fucking hot the doctor is. Don’t think about your very imminent, slow, and painful demise.
The Vulcan’s orders startle Jim. “Penetrate him.”
The doctor huffs with hands on his hips like he’s personally put out by the interruption, but he doesn’t have a snap back this time. Probably due to the raging hard-on. Guess there was a silver lining to the rectal exam Jim just had because the lube in his ass was about to be put to greater use. It wasn’t the prep he’d do for himself if he’d had the chance, but it would make taking this monster a bit easier.
He looked up past the throbbing cock slick with his spit, watching the doctor’s face as the man took a moment to think. His eyes roamed the room, coming up with just how he wanted to fuck Jim, no doubt. He ended up striding over to one of the tufted over-sized arm chairs, stripping out of his pants fully as he went and shedding his shirt, swooping to grab the medical lubricant- Jim sent a big fucking thank you to the universe for that -before taking up residence in the seat with his legs sprawled open.
With tenfold more confidence than he’d shown since completing the exam, the doctor motioned for Jim to come to him. Jim obeyed. On his knees he crawled over and up into the man’s lap, small chains and charms chiming as he spread his knees wide on either side of the doctor’s hips.
He hovered over the man’s lap, unsure if he was allowed to touch freely, if he should show off or wait for every instruction. He played it safe and wasn’t disappointed when the doctor ignored him to squeeze lube onto a palm and slick his fingers. Without pause he reached around Jim’s hip. Although gloveless this time, he remained just as thorough and professional as he was during the exam. Jim had no complaints. Thank fuck lube was involved in any capacity, but especially inside his own ass; that alone was nearly all it took for Jim’s cock to show a renewed interest.
The doctor finished and pulled away. The motion drew Jim’s eye and he caught sight of a mark on the man’s bicep, the muscle shifting as the doctor wiped off his hands and discarded the spent tube. At just the right angle, Jim recognised the symbol. His hand moved of its own accord to smooth over the ink.
The doctor made no sign he noticed. He took hold of Jim’s hips and guided him in place.
Jim couldn’t look away from the tattoo. It was so at odds with the tidy comb over, the prim clothing, the mild manners.
In one smooth motion the thick head met his rim with enough blunt pressure to push straight in and sink deep.
“Bones,” Jim moaned automatically at the silky glide, the word representing the man he was joined with. Smooth and luxurious compared to what he’d become used to. It actually made his thighs instantly flex with the want to pick up the pace, but he let the hands on his hips keep tempo. Down into the Bones’ lap for a hint of grinding before he was pulled up to feel the tease of the head stretching his rim wide- an aching moment that lingered -then he was sinking down again, muscles stretching tight to accommodate the girth.
“There you go, kid,” Bones murmured surprisingly softly, considering the moment. There was something in his eyes, a shine that was a little too much for Jim to handle, so he kept his focus on that bicep with the tattoo.
The hairs on the back of Jim’s neck stood tall with awareness at the first brush heat at his back. He’d nearly forgotten they weren’t alone until he felt the close presence of another.
“Many have spoken about your penchant for disobedience.” The Vulcan’s voice was deep enough to vibrate the air. Jim panted as his thighs strained to lift him up. “They say you will never come to heal, that you can not be broken. That it is a waste to even attempt to do so.” Sweat stung Jim’s eyes. His hand clenched tight over the tattoo so his arms took some of his weight as he impaled himself on thick cock. “These stories of you are either exaggerated or false.”
A cool touch dragged over the length of his spine. Jim clenched. The doctor below him muttered a curse.
In all the Vulcan said, Jim still hadn’t been asked a question or told to speak. He bit his tongue and increased the pace of his fatiguing muscles.
A finger felt at the swollen flesh of his stretched rim. He felt like an exposed nerve. His rim pulsed in response, but Jim tensed himself against rocking into or away from his potential new Master’s first touch. He worked himself faster, riding cock with all the finesse he’d been trained with.
The Vulcan leaned close enough to speak into his ear. “You are acting as a well disciplined slave, but it is an act, a ploy you hope will encourage the sale. What you have failed to consider is if I was seeking a meek toy to push around, I would be looking elsewhere.”
The finger forced itself into him. It immediately hooked his rim and tugged against it, stretching and pulling while the cock kept thrusting deep. Jim cried out at the added stretch. His rhythm faltered. The Vulcan’s next words were nearly spoken into the skin of Jim’s neck, goosebumps rising at the threat of ire. “I do not care for this pretense any longer.”
Jim’s thighs gave out. He was impaled by the cock and finger in his ass, the combination feeling deeper and wider than anything he’d taken before. Automatically he ground down into both. He’d been trained for pleasure, and so pleasure he would bring, even as the Vulcan’s words finally filtered through the haze of his mind.
It could be a trick. Masters had played it before, thinking they wanted the real him before crashing down hard with punishment when he showed too much. He could try being a little vocal, and get a little more handsy, maybe. Something loosened up but still tame.
It was a pretty good plan. What he didn’t realise was the finger sliding out of him as he thought it over. Any thoughts of managing his behaviour went out the window the instant he felt a second cock pushing and stretching and forcing his body open wider than anything ever before.
Jim’s slack mouth dropped wide open.
No air was capable of filling his lungs. Ringing in his ears overwhelmed the world for the sharp moment of full penetration. It didn’t stop as he continued to be split open, wider and wider to an extent he could hardly fathom. The bicep muscles under his fists bunched with responding tension and he hadn’t even realized he’d taken such hold of anyone at all. His back arched, bowed, pressed into and away from the bodies pinning him, surrounding him, consuming him.
“Fuck!” Jim shouted breathlessly, not enough room left inside for his lungs to expand around the two cocks demanding every inch. He collapsed forwards into the grounding support of Bone’s sweaty muscled chest.
A gloved hand from behind slid over the sensitive skin of his sides and came to rest at his waist, keeping a firm hold. Bones kept hold of his opposite side, his other hand flat on Jim’s thigh like a tether.
The stretch felt like fire across his skin. Felt like burning inside his soul. Felt like smoke in his head.
He wanted more. Needed it. Couldn’t stand another second without it.
“Move, please fucking move,” he sobbed, forehead pressed to Bone’s shoulder.
The thrusts made things both worse and infinitely better. The pain sharpened enough to threaten the pleasure, but it wasn’t so far beyond the pure kind of pleasure of a raw touch to a nerve.
“Damn,” Bones cursed beneath him. Warmth bloomed as he felt the pulsing of Bones’ release, easing the way as the other cock fucked it deeper into him. It was delicious and sweet and so incredibly not enough. Bones’s softening cock slipped out and the man melted into the chair beneath Jim.
The Vulcan hardly paused. No pretenses, that’s what he said. No more docile little fucktoy. Jim got his hands on either side of Bone’s face, getting a good grip of the velvet chair for leverage so he could work himself backwards for it, rocking into every thrust from behind. The harder he threw himself back, he realised Spock was strong enough to keep his ground and meet him for every thrust. Jim’s ass was going to be bruised black and blue.
A surge of pleasure sparked through his nerves. It struck again and again, a repeated flash of too much that he chased like an addict, his hips working to meet every punishing thrust that slammed Spock’s dick right where he needed it most. A hand wraps around his cock from below, the slim ring on Bones’ finger catching on the flare of his head and that’s it. Jim comes with a shout and selfish rhythm into the tight fist and back onto the long cock fucking him through it.
In his come down he couldn’t tell if the Vulcan reached his end or not. All he knew was that by the time the world stopped spinning, he was being pulled off of Bones’ lap and left stumbling onto his feet.
He spun to face his new Master eye to eye. It was a stance he has never in his life taken before. He looked at masters from a bed, from his knees, from the floor. He’d never been on their level.
Jim met bottomless dark eyes.
“I am Spock. I would see you, James. The real you.”
Spock reached out and Jim moved in sync; one step forward causing a step backward.
Stop paused once he realized what was happening, the game Jim was playing. When he reached out again Jim met him with a half-hearted block. Spock withdrew the move. Jim’s blood sang with something other than lust. He felt electric. Alive with energy and life.
“Come on Spock, you’re not going to let a slave win, are you?” He smirked something cocky and dangerous, daring the Vulcan to go back on his words.
Bones shook his head as he watched from the chair. “You’ve sure got a pair on you.”
“You should know, Doctor.” Jim teased with derision.
He was the first to strike this time. He moved fast, weaving past the first blocking move and getting close enough to shove before he bounced back out of reach, light on his toes and nearly giddy. Spock struck out in retaliation and Jim was nearly certain he was about to get his ass handed to him, but the first beating from a new master was always the worst and he was nearly thankful to potentially get it over with.
Instead, Spock’s hand was openhanded and it stroked his sweaty chest, tugging on the loose chain that pinched his sensitive nipples. Spock looked at him like dissecting a trifling problem.
“Fascinating.”
Jim’s cock reminded him that he’d barely stopped being hard and was quickly growing with the rush of adrenaline. He saw in one gloved hand Spock held the matching glove, and Spock’s bare long pale fingers damp with human sweat.
Vulcan. Touch telepathy.
Jim was too distracted to even get his hands up against the next advance. Spock got a hand across his sternum and drove him against the wall. Dark eyes studied him closely. Jim met them like he wasn’t intensely aware of the naked hand pressed securely to his collarbone. He didn’t know the specifics of how it worked, didn’t know how deep it went. He just had to keep from panicking because maybe there was nothing to worry about. Maybe Spock only felt a few surface things and all of this would pan out like it was meant to.
Spock’s eyes were no longer bottomless pits void of colour. They were alive and eager even as he stared at Jim like looking at an unknown wild animal.
“You are not who you pretend to be.”
Jim sagged in defeat.
Well fuck.