Title: Replica
Author: Dread Nought
Pairing: K/S
Rating: [NC-17] Mild BDSM
Series: TOS
Summary: Answer to a very, very old challenge to write a sequel. In Part 1,
Spock convinces Kirk to let him help create a dildo replica of Kirk's
equipment for Kirk's remote girlfriend. Part 1 closes with Spock
relishing the mold he now has for additional copies. Well, what is
Spock going to do with another replica?
Feedback: All kinds welcome. Note that this is not a normal kind of story for me.
Archive: Any, just drop me a note.
Warning: This story contains homosexual sex. If you are under 18 or
have a problem with this, don't read farther.
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Paramount, Viacom, and who
knows maybe Desilu Studios as well. This is an amateur work. I make no
money from this. It is not intended to violate copyright.
Note: Sequel to a story called The Birthday Present by T'Maia (A story
with a completely and totally heterosexual Kirk that I am twisting into
a bi-sexual Kirk, just for the record.)
 

Replica

Spock held the freshly-molded translucent object up to the light. The
duplication was uncanny, every minute detail of texture and vein had
been copied. He stroked the smooth plasticine with his fingertips
reverently.

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Captain Kirk stood in his quarters, studying the disturbingly accurate
representation of his personal anatomy. He thought about how to ship it so that
it was least likely to be opened by customs.

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Spock placed this second, illicit, casting of Kirk's member into a
drawer, unable to leave it sitting out even in his quarters. He had
to run an errand to the workshop for some parts.

Some time later, Spock admired his handiwork. The dearly-copied dildo
was mounted on a slightly flexible arm of thin durasteel. This was
attached to the side of his bed, utilizing a sample-case clamp that
should not leave any mark on the synthetic wood. Not taking his eyes
from the wonderous thing, he reached down and opened the vial of
general-purpose oil he had also procured from the shop. He reverently
coated the polyplast with lubricant then reclosed the vial and set it
aside. He shed his robe.

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As Kirk looked in the bottom of his closet for a re-usable, padded
shipping case it occurred to him that Jenny would most likely favor
something with a bit more action than what he was about to send.
Spock had so far proved more than helpful, perhaps he would have
an idea about how to add sonic vibration to the present.

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Dispensing with dignity, Spock bent to the floor and positioned
himself on his hands and knees. He wished at that moment for some
spark of imagination so that he could place Kirk there with
him. Vulcan minds were unfortuneately unmoveably literal. He decided
to make the best of it and leaned back and felt the cool, greased,
plastic bump at his buttock. He reached back and shifted to line it up
with his anus, then brought his hand back to the floor and forced
relaxation into his anal muscles in preparation.

"If you wanted a fuck, all you had to do was ask," Kirk's even
voice filled the room, echoed off the mostly bare walls.

Spock froze in horror, then started to get out of his most
incriminating position.

"No," Kirk commanded, "don't move." The captain's perfectly shiney
boots stepped around him once, surveying the scene. "Hmmm," was all he
said before sitting down on the bed, straddling the dildo hardware. He
looked down at the narrow buttocks, the opulant dildo replication of
his own erection just touching the sensitive skin of Spock's nether
region.

He brushed Spock's bare backside with a featherlight touch. "You went
to a lot of trouble to get this together," he said of the dildo. "You
must really want it a lot."

"I thought you were. . .unavailable, Captain," Spock strained to say
calmly. Kirk's momentary touch had ignited him.

"Jenny said since we are apart for so long that I am allowed to take
release with a man, but that other women are strictly off-limits."

"Indeed?" Spock's weak voice managed.

Kirk bent forward and grasped the narrow hips, commanding the other with
a touch just as his words commanded him to remain still. He pulled
Spock's hips towards himself, watching as the pliant, replicant glans
slipped inside Spock's anus. He continued pulling insistantly. At the
halfway point, the Vulcan groaned in obvious, intense pleasure. Kirk
wondered at that and kept pulling until he had impaled the other
completely. He paused, observing the quick breaths from the being
beneath him. With gentle pressure, he pushed the other off of the dildo
until only the head remained inside then pulled again. Again at the
halfway point Spock moaned, deeper this time.

After a few more repetitions, Kirk could no longer ignore the
incredible hard-on straining inside his own pants.

"Hold that," he said to a fully impaled Vulcan and stood up. He walked
around and knelt before the other and pressed his groin against the
other's face. Spock leaned into him, breathing his scent greedily
through his starfleet issue pants. This made Kirk's cock ache worse
than he could ever remember it doing so. He unsealed his fly and
released his erection. Spock's aquiline nose rubbed his pubic hair.

Kirk backed off and aimed his head at the partially opened mouth. It
widened to accept him and he began thrusting into the moist heat. He
felt orgasm building quickly so he pulled out again and moved to sit
on his heels off to one side. In a sex-charged voice he commanded,
"Pleasure yourself." Spock's face registered confusion. "Grasp your
own cock and stroke it," Kirk clarified.

Spock swallowed hard and complied, leaving one hand on the floor to
hold himself up. His long, soft cock quickly expanded into a long,
large-headed rod. The sight of Spock on his hands and knees jerking
himself had to be the most erotic thing Kirk had ever seen. He sat
back on his heels to savor the site, letting his own cock bob with
anticipation.

"Stop," Kirk finally ordered. He walked on his knees closer and used
his hands to urge Spock to raise himself up to a partial kneeling
position, still impaled on the dildo. Kirk looked the hunched,
discomfited Vulcan up and down. His gorgeous cock bobbed between them,
ramrod straight, unlike Kirk's slightly arched penis. Unable to
resist, Kirk stroked the coppery erection and was rewarded with a
tremble from his normally stand-still Vulcan. He pushed the other as
far as he thought he could with gentle stroking on his beautiful
member. The narrow thighs quivered and he clung to Kirk in near
helplessness by the time Kirk relented and released him.

With a sorrowful moan, Kirk directed Spock to resume his hands and
knees position. Kirk stripped off his pants and returned to straddling
the narrow hips. Placing one hand on a bony shoulder for balance Kirk
slid forward over the hot back, dragging his testicles over the sharp
spine and up to a shoulder blade. His dark head bumped one pointed ear
and dragged through the silky hair, leaving beads of pre-cum in its
wake.

Kirk backed up again and slid Spock off of the dildo with a slight
sucking noise. "Lay across the bed if you want the real thing," Kirk
purred with need.

Spock obeyed instantly, lifting his hips as Kirk positioned himself
behind him. The Vulcan's anus was already well-oiled and stretched
from the dildo, so Kirk entered easily with a throaty sound of
pleasure which Spock echoed. Kirk thrust slowly at first then picked
up the pace until their bodies slapped loudly. After many wonderful
minutes of fucking, Kirk felt himself begin to ejaculate, he hurriedly
pulled out and straddled the narrow waist on his knees. With fast
strokes and loud groans he finished, spattering the boney spine and
shoulderblades with his semen.

He smeared the droplets out with a massaging motion and leaned down to
kiss the hot skin now scented with himself. "Spock," he observed, "you
are a wonderful fuck."

With effort, Spock whispered, "May I have you as well?"

Kirk sat straight. "Nobody fucks the captain, Spock." He rolled off of
him and gathered the other against himself, trapping the amazing
Vulcan cock between them.

"I need. . .something," Spock moaned.

"I'll take care of you," Kirk soothed and fetched the oil from the
floor. He ever so slowly coated the Vulcan. As he worked he noticed
small droplets of tears at the corners of the closed eyes. The ridge
on Spock's head flared each time he touched the pulsing shaft. The
slit weeped a clear slippery fluid.

"Please. . .I. . .need," Spock sobbed.

"All right my friend." Kirk shifted so just his buttocks were hitched
on the edge of the bed. He directed Spock to lay across him, cock
trapped between Kirk's thighs. Spock's breath heated Kirk's neck at he
leaned over him, supporting himself with his arms.

"Thrust, Spock," Kirk directed patiently. Kirk spread his knees
slightly until Spock worked up a rhythm then he squeezed his thighs
together tightly, eliciting a cry of relieved pleasure from the other.

"Jim," Spock breathed as his body met Kirk's on a down stroke. Kirk
relished the closeness this position enforced on the other and
he took advantage by rubbing the other's torso freely, marvelling at the
endurance Spock showed in the awkward position.

After many minutes of sweaty contact Kirk said, "Hold it a moment."

With a whimper, Spock stopped. Kirk could feel Spock's humming pulse
along the shaft pressed between his now greasy thighs. Kirk reached
down beside himself and unhooked the dildo. "Spread your legs," he
ordered and with some shifting of weight, Spock obeyed. Kirk reached
around behind the other and with two false tries, pushed the dildo
into Spock's rectum. Spock gasped as it pressed home.

"Keep thrusting Spock."

Spock leaned over Kirk again, now with his back arched so that Kirk
could reach the bracket on the dildo and pull it in and out as Spock
moved his hips. At the first thrust, Spock sobbed aloud and swore in
Vulcan at the intense pleasure.

"I've heard a rumor that Vulcan cum tastes like finest caviar. I want
to have yours, so save it for me," Kirk said at a break in Spock's
vocalization.

"Yes, Captain," Spock gasped and thrust again. Every muscle in his
lean body stood out in stark relief as he moved his hips several more
times impaling himself from behind. Eventually, with a ragged breath
he said, "I am cumming."

Kirk stood him up, legs parted. Then bent and took the huge head into
his mouth. He stroked the massive shaft with a thumb and forefinger
while still thrusting the dildo into the lean butt with the other
hand. Spock moaned low and long and Kirk felt the pulsing of semen
under his hand before his mouth filled with the luscious fluid. He
pulled off to just the slit to swallow then re-enveloped the head. He
quickened his pace of stroking, sucking hard to pull every last drop
from the core. He mmmmed his pleasure at the taste.

Spock squirmed as Kirk continued to massage his slowly softening
cock. "You have a magnificient cock, First Officer. Why didn't I know
that before?" Spock shook his head in reply. Kirk thrust the dildo in
and out a few more times before pulling it out, Spock leaned forward
to aid in its removal. Kirk then stood, sliding up the leaner body
seductively. His cock was hardening again. "Hmmmm. . ." he said in
thought. "How do I want you this time?"

He took Spock's hand and placed it around his shaft pressing into a
lean hard thigh and moved Spock's hand in a stroking motion. His cock
sprang to full erection and he chuckled. At Spock's curious eyebrow,
Kirk explained, "You are much more of a turn-on than Jenny, I'm
realizing. God, you are sexy." His gaze travelled over the broad
chest. "You know what I want more than anything?" His grin had taking
on a true Kirkian quality.

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Approximately ten minutes later, Kirk stepped onto the empty bridge,
the third shift crew sent off on an unscheduled drill. Spock followed
him off slowly but stepped over to his station with a confident
stride. After four and a half minutes he came over to Kirk in the
command chair. "The records are now being programmed with a random
sample of you and I at our stations.

Kirk gave him a look that made the illicit programming more than
worthwhile. He stared out the viewscreen a few long moments, savoring
the scene of the stars. He uncrossed his legs slowly and parted them.

"Unseal my pants, Commander," he said as hot blood rushed to his face
and groin. Spock moved to stand before him, bending a little to unhook
and part the standard-issue trousers. Kirk's cock pressed hard against
the black briefs beneath. Kirk lifted his hips slightly to let Spock
free his cock and balls from the fabric.

"Suck me," Kirk commanded, unable to keep his voice completely
steady. Without hesitation, Spock knelt before the chair, and leaned
in. Using his hand to aim the thick member he hungrily closed on the
head and half of the shaft. He bowed his head in an aggressive
motion, taking all of the cool, pulsing cock into his mouth.

Kirk gasped in pleasure. "Slower." He grabbed Spock's head and set his
rhthym. When Spock held the pace he rested his hands on the arms of
the command chair. He tilted his head back and listened to the
familiar chirping of the consoles. "Oh God, this is wonderful," Kirk
moaned. "Oh, suck me harder, Spock." He began moving his hips in
time. "God, I love saying that," he added in a whisper.

Kirk opened his eyes and glanced around the bridge stations then
watched the raven head bowing at his crotch. He moved a hand off the
arm of the chair and stroked the back of the robin's blue tunic.
"Stop for a moment," Kirk ordered. Spock withdrew and waited. "Lick my
balls," Kirk said with a half plead. Kirk shifted his hips forward as
Spock pulled the waistband of the black briefs down between pale pink
thighs out of the the way and ran his tongue over and behind the rough
hairy surface. "Oh, Spock. Oh, Spock." Kirk repeated as Spock's tongue
burned the cool surface of his testicles. "Is your cock as hot as your
tongue? I can't believe this, but I think I want you to fuck me."

Spock froze then raised up to look Kirk straight in the face. His eyes
were very intense.

"You want to, don't you?" Kirk asked.

Spock replied in a deep rumbing voice, "Yes." They held that way for a
few breaths. "If you tell me again, you will not be able to stop me--I
will not be able to stop myself."

Kirk's abdomen turned a summersault at deceptively controlled
voice. "I want you to fuck me, Spock." Kirk said in a soft voice.

Spock had him then. In Kirk's next breath he had been turned around,
his pants jerked to his knees and he was being pressed into the front
edge of the seat of his command chair. In the next breath, Spock's
still oily cock pressed against his anus, demanding entry. Spock
thrust mindlessly, his cock sliding aside over Kirk's left buttock,
leaving trails of emission. The next thrust slipped between Kirk's
oily thighs eliciting a moan from the Vulcan. Spock paused to control
himself.

"I'm a virgin, Spock, try to--" Kirk broke off as the next more controlled
thrust drove the massive shaft halfway into him.

"Jim," Spock whispered reverently as he thrust again. By the fourth
stroke he was completely sheathed in the cool, quivering human.

"God, you're huge," Kirk grunted, feeling himself opened wide. Spock's
fingers grappled at his anus, gripping his butt cheeks and parting
them to deepen penetration. Kirk's bowels ached at the invasion. "Next
time remind me to give myself an enema," Kirk said.

"I shall do so," Spock replied in a nearly normal voice.

After a few more thrusts, Spock said. "Do you wish to have my ejaculate again?"

"Cum inside me," Kirk tried to command though it was difficult from
his current position. He felt the rock hard shaft writh inside him as
Spock moaned a ball-aching groan of satisfaction. Spock held inside
until he softened then holding Kirk's hips, pulled out.

Kirk stood with some difficulty and hitched up his pants.

"I did not finish your fellatio, Captain."

"That's all right..." Kirk began.

Spock pressed him against the chair. "There are still four minutes and
seven seconds remaining in the drill," Spock insisted as he grasped
Kirk's hand to keep him hooking his own pants. He sat Kirk back in the
chair and bent back over his groin, this time using his fingers as
well as his mouth to return Kirk to hardness quickly.

Kirk let himself go and rolled with the pleasure of Spock's
attentions. He came a moment later with a low-level, relaxing
orgasm. Spock sucked him dry and stood straight.

"You are mine now," Spock stated as he straightened his uniform then
bent to help Kirk straighten his own.

"Am I?" Kirk asked a bit giddy.

"The third-shift crew will be returning momentarily," Spock pointed out.

Kirk straightened and smiled confidently at Spock, who seeing Kirk
returned to apparent normal, returned to his station to reset the
recorders. Twenty-three seconds later the third-shift bridge crew
returned. Kirk handed over command with his normal smoothness and
headed for the turbolift.

"Coming, Mr. Spock?"

Spock nodded to the science station replacement and joined Kirk in the lift.

"I believe the portable enema kits are in medical storage three on
deck six," Spock stated.

"Uhhh," Kirk moaned and leaned back against the wall of the lift for
support.

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