Title:  The allegory of the cave
Author:  Dread Nought
Pairing:  S/Parmen et. al.
Rating:  [NC-17]
Series:  TOS
Summary:  The episode Plato's Stepchildren without the censors.
Feedback:  All kinds welcome at spock42@aol.com
Archive:  Any
Warning: This story contains non-consensual 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 know maybe Desilu Studios as well. This is an amateur work. I make no money from this. It is not intended to violate copyright.
Note: This is a submission for the Spock-fuh-q-fest. http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest-2/

BEING your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you.
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought,
Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill...

            -- Sonnet LVII. William Shakespeare

(Parmen forces Kirk to recite the first few lines of this poem while crawling on his belly.
Good to see Shatner getting some mileage out of that classical theatre background. :) )

The Allegory of the Cave

Captain James T. Kirk faced Parmen down. "Guests!" He repeated again, mocking. "Guests are not treated as common prisoners!"

The haughty Platonian retorted, "You will not take that tone with me."

Kirk's hand rose up of its own accord. He stared at it as if seeing it for the first time. It struck him across the cheek, then struck again from the other side. He found his lips didn't want to move; he forced words past them anyway. "If this is your Platonian Paradise," Kirk managed, "we don't want any part of it."

"This is not your ship, Captain. You are not in charge here. You will do well to remember that." Parmen replied with a dangerous calm then lifted his hand, fingers stiff like a dead spider. A force pressed Kirk over backward. Slowly. Making Kirk painfully aware of Parmen's control not letting him fall to the marble floor with more than a slight bump.

Parmen continued, "I am head of this principality. I have earned this position through strength of mind, as you to some degree have earned your position.  I, however, have no limits upon my power. It would save us both a great deal of trouble if you would simply accept this obvious state of affairs."

Kirk tried to rise and found his shoulders had been pinned to the smooth floor. His jaw refused to budge as well. Kirk forced himself not to panic.

"Parmen," Alexander interrupted. "They did come to help." He said in a small voice.

Without looking at the dwarf, Parmen replied, "You may leave Alexander, I know you are weak. Go play for Philana, as it is her whom I took you from." Alexander clutched his harp to his small chest and jumped down off of the platform. "I, meanwhile, must demonstrate to the good captain that his influence has been reduced to that which I will allow."

Alexander paused at the door to look back with sorrowful eyes.  He had to strain to reach the knob on the large double-doors. As he closed the doors from the relative safety of the hallway, Parmen's voice chilled him while simultaneously making him grateful that their Philosopher-King had a new amusement.

"I understand that you are unaccustomed to being in another's power, so I will make this lesson short but effective." 

Kirk's hips raised off of the floor, body pivoting on his frozen shoulders. His normally inanimate Starfleet issue pants jerked down suddenly to his ankles, exposing him to view.   He met Parmen's look of calm enjoyment with a narrow-eyed threatening one.

"Ah, Captain. Such a slow learner." Parmen said, crossing his legs. "What I disallow you to speak with your mouth, you speak with your eyes."

Kirk gasped through his nose as an invisible force stroked his penis upward.  A still moment passed while Parmen scrutinized the helpless form before him. "I will meet you at the basest level I can, Captain." Parmen said as another stroke brushed him. Kirk fought the stimulation as the stroking continued, tried to think mundane thoughts even as his body responded.

Parmen eyed the dark erection standing up from brown curls with a sneer. He released Kirk's hips to watch the human thrash about to free himself.  He then released the other's mouth, curious as to what he would say.

"You bastard." Kirk spat and the stimulation grew more intense, stroking roughly on the underside of his cock, twisting in a wholely unusual way around the head. He forcibly swallowed a groan.

Parmen stood and stepped down to stand above Kirk, at his feet. "Your mind is weak, Captain. That is why I rule here."

Kirk tried to get purchase with his boots, tried to push away from the gray-haired man toying with him. Heat burned in his eyes at the force of will he exerted in an effort to not come. He would lose though in the end, he realized. Give in, one voice said, Get it over with. His balls were tighter than he ever remembered them being, they ached in concert with his shoulders straining beneath him. He tried to distract himself with visions of red-shirted squads beating Parmen to a pulp.

Kirk closed his eyes to block out the view of Plato's leader so he didn't see the man raise his hand and move his finger in the air ever so slightly. All he knew was that there where invisible hands on his chest, pulling his tunic up, stroking him everywhere, then suddenly his body was releasing. Semen was splattering on his belly. He fought the waves of pleasure, hated them and himself even for this undeniable drive.

It took Kirk a few moments to realize he had been freed.  Breathing heavily, Kirk sat up.  A cloth flew over from a side table.  Kirk cleaned himself up with angry movements. 

"The utmost standards of appearance are expected here Captain."  Parmen chastised, drawing a deadly look from Kirk.

Kirk stood and straightened himself out, resisting the desire to throw a punch at the calm veneer before him.

"You may go now." Parmen stated slowly each word enunciated clearly.

Kirk faced him, jaw working side-to-side. He pulled his command control around himself and turned and walked away.  Parmen's voice followed him to the door.  "You are learning, Captain." Kirk's head jerked back to level him a dark look.

Kirk returned to their wing. He fought the anger and humiliation and tried to focus.   He must get his crew and ship away from here, drop some warning buoys out of range of Parmen's power. He explained to McCoy and Spock what happened in round-about terms. Neither man seemed to jump to conclusions far enough, so he let it go.  The puppeteering was severe enough to make the point of the danger they were in.

Their communicators no longer managed to reach the ship. Kirk hoped the Enterprise was still there to rescue them.  He really hoped this was true after Parmen had insisted McCoy stay and had tormented both himself and Spock with more puppeteering to get McCoy to change his mind about leaving with the ship.

Back in their rooms again Kirk looked sympathetically at Spock as the human stretched his back where it kinked from playing horse to Alexander's rider.  He had tried to sooth the damage being forced to laugh and cry must have caused the proud Vulcan, to no avail.   Spock's hand crushed a nearby vase under his hand without appearing to notice.   McCoy restrained Kirk's attempt to go to him, fearful of the Captain getting in the way of another surge of violence.  Kirk gave in and grilled Alexander about the Platonian's powers instead, this after stopping the smallest Platonian from trying to kill the other 37 himself. Alexander was smitten with them, and helped them by collecting kironide-laden earth for McCoy to dissolve, purify, and pre-metabolize into useful form. By injecting this directly into their blood-streams they would, in theory, eventually have more telekinetic power than Parmen. 

Kirk's temporary euphoria at having a plan was tempered by Spock's statement that it could take days or even weeks to have an effect.  They watched as Chapel and Uhura materialized and told their story about having been pushed into the transporter by an unseen force.  As the women were puppeted into another room Kirk said grimly, "Guess we weren't entertainment enough for them."

As Kirk and Spock were also forced into another side room and forced to change into more Platonic clothing, McCoy was forced out the door. Kirk wanted to grab after him, lifted a hand in fact in a futile effort to snag the doctor.  It's him they want, Kirk thought darkly.  They can't have him, he pledged.

The four now-costumed crew were reunited in the main room of their wing.  Kirk looked at Spock, at the laurel wreath around his head. "Felt any reaction to the kironide shot yet?" he asked with little hope.

"I have experienced a slight flush, Captain."

They tested for power on a dish of fruit with negative results. Kirk shook his head and braced himself for what was to come.

Laughter sounded around them, though no one was visible.  Then music began playing and the walls slid aside to reveal a small theatre, with their room as the stage. 

Parmen stood, "Fellow Academicians, today we celebrate the welcoming into our brotherhood of our first new member." He turned to indicate McCoy who sat beside him.

"You won't get me to stay."  McCoy grumbled loudly.

Parmen bent towards him.  "Please.  Doctor.  You are spoiling the mood."  He raised a hand. "Let the festivities begin."

Music came up again, and Spock was forced to sing a ballad.  Kirk was grateful for the diversion.  He looked around at the Platonians teasing his first officer and laughing. Mostly bearded, white-haired men with a few women. He looked at Uhura shivering with nerves beside him on the divan.  No crew drills could prepare for this, he reminded himself. He would be grateful to get out of here with all of their lives intact if not their dignity. 

The song ended to jeers and cat-calls.  Someone compelled Kirk to take Uhura into his arms. Her bright eyeshadow flashed as she lowered her eyes.

"Captain, what is going to happen?" She asked with trepidation.

Kirk tried to move something in the room, the curtain, a vase, with no effect. "Hang in there, Lieutenant." He said.

"Yes, Sir." She said and appeared to fortify herself. At that moment they were pressed together in an ungainly kiss. Uhura's mouth tasted of herbs and dry desert wind.   Kirk's hands moved over her, the thin dress presenting little barrier to touch.   Uhura drew in a breath as Kirk's hand clutched her left breast. She could hear Chris nearby saying "Make then stop. Oh please, make them stop."

Uhura's diaphanous gown shifted aside and the captain's hand was stroking her bare ribs, kneading her bare breast. She felt her body betray her as a warm fingers brushed her hard nipples, would have gasped if the captain's tongue wasn't filling her mouth.

"Careful Captain. No fraternizing with the crew." Someone taunted.

Spock and Ensign Chapel were faring about the same. Spock had been forced to pull Chapel tightly against himself, her breasts soft against his flat chest.  Their mouths pressed uncomfortably hard together.

Philana trailed one hand down the neckline of her tunic, obviously enjoying the scene.   "Shall we move on Husband?" she breathed.  Parmen nodded and with a twitch of his hand, summoned a cart with objects of torture: whips, manacles and chains, a hot poker. "Ah, but perhaps not that yet." She said huskily. She stood up and stepped over the wide divider between the seating and the room.  She sat gracefully on the room side of the divider and with a flick of her chin broke up the the couples.   "I should like to be pleased." She said and considered the captain and Spock. "I always liked the strong silent type." She purred and compelled Spock towards her.  As he was forced to kneel before her, she parted her legs and slid forward on the divider.

Attention had shifted to his first officer, so Kirk tried to break free to help him.   Although he was no longer directly controlled, he couldn't move from his seat. He watched helplessly as Philana took Spock's head in her hands and pulled his mouth to her crotch.  He could see the Vulcan's jaw working. Philana tilted her head back in pleasure. Kirk watched Parmen's eyes narrow. Please don't take it out on Spock, Kirk pleaded silently.

All of Platonius watched as Philana became more and more aroused.  She eventually lifted her weight onto her toes and moved her snatch against Spock's wiggling tongue.   Her thighs quivered with pleasure and her breathing began to sound loudly in the room, releasing in sighs of pleasure.  She forced Spock to stick his tongue out as far as possible and she began jamming her vagina onto it with little grunts of ecstasy.

"You enjoy this overgrown elf, Philana?" Parmen asked dangerously.  He was ignored. "Perhaps you would enjoy this more." He said as he grabbed control of Spock. The Vulcan rose suddenly, grabbing the fine-boned Philana by the shoulders and pressing her down sideways on the divider. He held her down, on his hands and knees above her. His eyes were closed, fighting some unseen battle which he lost in a tense moment.   His knees kicked Philana's legs apart and he bore down on her, one hand pulling his tunic bottom up out of the way.  Many eyes in the room widened at the substantial, double-ridged erection bobbing beneath the Vulcan.

"Parmen! Husband, what are you doing?" Philana asked in alarm.  She tried to pull aside but was held fast. 

"Giving you what you obviously crave, my dear wife." His fingers came up and Spock pressed down and began to penetrate the Platonian leader's wife. "A proper fucking from this strange alien visitor."

Philana cried out as the inhuman shaft pressed in past the second ridge.  She sighed with relief as it withdrew and cried out again as it jammed in farther. 

Kirk watched as the pace of Parmen's puppeted sex increased. Philana squeaked with each thrust.  Kirk realized he was clutching Uhura's arm tightly.  He released it and murmured an apology. 

She swallowed hard and whispered in a broken voice. "It is all right, Captain."

Kirk wondered fleetingly whom she was more concerned for. The pace was now piston like.   "Please, husband." Philana whimpered.

"You have been fully satisfied?"

"Yes. Yes." She mumbled. Her legs fell lax to each side as she ran out of strength.

Spock unexpectedly gasped and then contorted as he made a sickening choking sound.   He was jerked back onto his knees and then tossed forcibly to the floor. Parmen stood and stepped over to stand beside Philana. "You will not come into my wife, Vulcan." He stated.

Spock lay on the floor facing the divider, breathing in harsh painful gulps.

Kirk left the divan and fought his way towards his friend as though through molasses.   "Spock?" He whispered upon reaching the Vulcan. Kirk wrapped a hand around the Vulcan's chest and pulled him away from the wall. He leaned over the other, noted the rock-hard erection and the brown eyes staring in agony at something much farther away than the nearby wall. "Spock?" Kirk tried again, stroking the silk-covered chest in comfort.

"Perhaps the brave captain would like to help Mr. Spock with his little problem?" Parmen sneered.

Kirk's hand moved on its own to grasp the coppery-green shaft. It pulsed burning hot in his hand as his arm was moved for him in a inward stroke.  Spock emitted a moaning sigh at the stimulation. Kirk watched as his hand moved up and down the other's cock, bumping the second ridge on the upstroke, causing it to flare hungrily.

"Please." Spock pleaded in a whisper.  At first Kirk suspected Parmen of forcing the word from him but he doubted that the Platonian would have made the Vulcan's voice so quiet if he had.  Kirk could feel the overpowering burning agony of his friend through the close contact. Spock desperately needed release.  Compassion and pity won out in the human; he leaned forward and took the dark green head into his mouth.

"What are you doing to them, they're best friends." McCoy said angrily to Parmen. 

Parmen gave him a dubious look. "I'm not doing anything to them, Doctor."

McCoy did a double-take, then watched in silent surprise.

Kirk could hear and feel Spock breathing deeply in relief as he continued his ministrations. "Harder." Spock whispered. "Squeeze... harder." Kirk obliged, eliciting jets of semen on his tongue: Ambrosia-like, fine caviar and truffle semen.  He sucked on the slit in an attempt to draw more from the Vulcan. 

Spock's breathing had normalized and his body relaxed in Kirk's arms. Kirk released the softening cock. 

"Captain." Parmen's voice drew Kirk's attention. "You must punish your officer for his infidelity." The Platonian leader said with a raised brow.  They were both slid across the floor to bump against the legs of an empty divan.  Kirk stood and assisted Spock to his feet.  Kirk's head spun in an odd way but he didn't have time to consider it farther as a whip landed in his hand and he stared at it incomprehension.  In front of him, Spock was bending over and placing his hands on the divan for support, his back to the audience.  Kirk found his free hand sliding Spock's tunic up to his shoulder blades, revealing the muscular back and rear of his first.  His hand roamed over the back, over the most rounded parts of the green-tinged buttocks, squeezing, teasing down the crack. Spock's legs parted as his feet shifted. Kirk's fingers teased down farther passing over the puckered anus to the stroke and cup the soft, dangling balls.  His hand withdrew and then came back with a resounding slap on the closest buttock.

"Indeed, Captain. He has been most unfaithful." Parmen's matter-of-fact voice stated.

The whip was transfered to Kirk's right hand and unwound. Kirk found himself stepping back and bringing the whip down with a snap across the pristine Vulcan skin. Narrow buttocks quivered with each blow. Kirk clenched his jaw against an unexpected surge of arousal.

The Platonians began calling out choice comments and suggestions that Kirk ignored.   Green welts began to appear across the smooth butt and thighs from the few occasions where the whip snapped home.  Parmen finally relented and released Kirk from control.  Kirk bent over in exhaustion from fighting him.  When he stood straight, Parmen was standing behind Spock, considering the bent figure.  He tossed the whip away from Kirk with a flick of one finger, then ran the other hand over one firm butt cheek.

"Leave him alone." Kirk said with extreme anger.

"Why Captain, I am merely enjoying the view.  I am sure you have seen it often, but I have not." Parmen stepped back, though it did not appear to be a retreat. The Platonian spoke again. "I do not think your Vulcan has redeemed himself yet." He moved his hand.  Kirk was tugged toward the divan and forced to sit before Spock's bent form.  His head brushed the Vulcan's shoulder as he sat and their eyes met.   The first hint of uncontrolled violence stained the dark eyes.  Rather than alarm, he felt relief at the sight.  Don't give into him, Kirk thought fiercely.

Kirk was pressed backwards and held there.  Spock's head lowered and Kirk realized what was coming.  Kirk locked himself down and held out through nuzzling by soft, warm lips, through stroking by long, graceful fingers. He lost control as he was sucked inside the hot mouth and the rough tongue brushed the underside. 

"Damn." Kirk muttered as he hardened in seconds. He stared up at the high ceiling rather than watch the crown of dark hair move over him.

"The more you fight it, the longer it will go on." Parmen said.  Kirk looked over at him across Spock's bent back.  He was right of course, but the captain couldn't find it in himself to give in to the pleasure.

Spock's back stiffened as Parmen began stroking his thighs from behind.  A bowl of oil sailed over to the Platonian who sensually coated his own penis until it stood out in an arc before him.

Kirk watched Parmen position himself as he ground his teeth in frustration. Oh, Spock, he thought in sympathy.  Parmen himself must have been controlling Spock, because the mouth on Kirk faltered as the Platonian slid his cock in. Kirk as well found he had some latitude of movement.  He pulled Spock toward him, away from Parmen, eliciting an unnatural gasp of surprise from the Vulcan.  Parmen followed Spock forward and continued pumping into him.  Kirk tried to sit up or slide off the divan to get to Parmen, but was not able to escape the control on him.  Spock's cheek pressed hard against Kirk's chest. Kirk stopped fighting the control and wrapped his arms around his friend in comfort, holding on through Parmen's varied motion.

"He is a much better fuck than you my dear Philana." Parmen said huskily. He had one hand on the divan to support himself, with the other he held Spock's hip bone.   Objects crashed at random around the room as Parmen came. He patted the narrow buttocks as he finally withdrew. "A much better fuck." He repeated.

"I thought the same my dear husband." Philana shot back.

Spock collapsed as Parmen released him.  Kirk was ready and caught him up, pulling the shivering form onto the couch. Spock breathed heavily, exhausted from fighting the control. As Kirk settled the taller man beside him he looked at the closed eyes of his first and thought, what an awful thing to do to a touch-telepath. He squeezed one shoulder in comfort, aching for the Vulcan.

Parmen resettled himself back in his seat. "You know, the women have been left out, I believe."

Kirk glanced sharply over at Chapel and Uhura sitting side-by-side on the other divan. They were drawn together at that moment, hands stroking each other's arms, faces. Uhura's hands untied Chapel's dress and pulled it aside, leaving the ensign nude. Her dark head then bent to suckle a nipple as Chapel's hand cupped her breast up to her.

Kirk tore his eyes away to check on Spock. The Vulcan still lay with eyes closed, his breathing closer to normal. Kirk found he had enough range of motion to straighten the other's tunic over narrow thighs before turning back to the plight of his other officers.

The women were now deep in a tongue-battling kiss. Uhura pressed Chapel back onto the couch, hands roving over the peaches-and-cream body. One hand parted the fair thighs and began stroking the clitoris between them. Chapel made a small sound of surprise and tossed on the couch.

"How unfortunate for the ladies of the Enterprise that the men are too wrapped up in each other to please them." Someone said to numerous chuckles.

Kirk looked around the room, trying and failing to move each object his eyes fell upon. He noticed Philana, still on the divider, stroking her own pussy as she watched Chapel and Uhura.

Uhura's fingers trailed farther, slipping easily inside. Another cart of goodies rolled out onto the floor beside the divan. Uhura stood unsteadily and retrieved several items from it. One was a leather strap with which she tied Chapel's wrists to the leg of the divan above her head. As she crouched to do this she whispered, "I'm sorry, Chris." Chapel nodded mutely, biting her lower lip.

Uhura then sat beside the restrained form and attached nipple clips, each with a small weight attached, to the fine pink nipples. Chapel moaned in discomfort. Uhura then moved to the end of the couch and re-parted the long legs to lay between them. Her head then bent to lick in the blond bush, fingers thrusting into the wet opening. After several minutes of this, she sat up and retrieved a sizeable two-headed vibrator from the cart. She activated it and re-bent to encircling Chapel's clit with her tongue, inserting the head of the vibrator after a few moments of licking. Chapel arched as the dildo penetrated farther and began moving in and out. After a minute she came, hips twitching, causing the weights on her nipples to rock painfully.

Uhura released the vibrator still inside Chapel and turned over on the couch, orienting herself at the other end of the dildo which she pressed herself onto until their crotches were only inches apart. She then reached between them and moved the dildo back and forth, mimicking thrusting for each of them. Chapel still moaned in orgasm as she fondled herself.  Uhura also was forced to fondle herself. Between the stimulation of the vibration and Chapel's moans of pleasure, Uhura came almost immediately, found herself willingly pressing herself onto the dildo in the mindless heat of orgasm.

Kirk unsuccessfully fought the erection the scene drew from him. He found himself jerked to his feet and pulled toward the audience.  Philana beckoned. "Let me help you with that, Captain." She lay back and parted her legs, pulling him against her. "Give me that beautiful cock." He slid in easily and she moaned with dramatic pleasure. "Oh, yes." She breathed as his hips moved. "Harder. Faster."

Kirk looked into Parmen's angry face. The leader's fingers lifted to punish Kirk or Philana or both, Kirk didn't know.  All he knew was the Platonian was instead shoved violently backward with a surprised look on his face.

"Who did that?" Parmen demanded.

Kirk fought the grin on his face as he continued thrusting into the leader's wife until he came with a dark satisfaction and vocalized pleasure.  Parmen stood in front of his seat, red faced with anger. Kirk sat him back down again and withdrew his softening cock from Philana. "I did." Kirk said. "I have twice your power now Parmen."

Philana's mind tried to pull Kirk back as he stepped away. "I'm not finished with you yet." She said sexily.

"But I'm finished with you," Kirk retorted. He looked back at the women to be certain they had been released.  Uhura was using a knife from one of the carts to cut the bonds on Chapel's wrists.  After she finished, she brought the knife to Kirk without speaking. Kirk clasped his hands in front of himself, the inside hand fingering the knife handle. Parmen eyed the flashing blade with open fear.

"What are we to do with you and your little principality, Parmen?" Kirk asked. A decorative column on the side wall broke loose and flew toward him, he deflected it back with ease and it struck the wall with a resounding boom. 

Parmen looked as though he wanted to run, he sat straighter and said, "Certainly... ah, you don't hold our little games against us, do you Captain?"

Kirk gave him a dubious look. "Give me my communicators." He demanded.   Parmen pulled one from his pocket and tossed it to him.  Kirk found that he could keep the communicator in the air until it reached him, a very different way to play catch.  Kirk activated it and spoke to a relieved Mr. Scott. "Scotty, we need to run a little test.  I want you to head away from this planet and at stop at half-parsec intervals. I'm going see how far out we can influence the ship.  We need to know where to drop the warning buoys."

"Ah, Aye Sir." Scott's reply came. "We are heading out of orbit now.   We'll call at the first stopping point."

Kirk eyed the six remaining (those who hadn't snuck out) Platonians threateningly before turning back to the rest of the planet-side crew.  Chapel leaned over Spock, apparently examining him.  McCoy was climbing over the divider to join her.   Kirk moved to Spock's side in concern. He put a hand on Spock's arm in comfort, eliciting a moan that tore at Kirk's heart. Spock's head tossed as his eyes cracked open revealing some kind of inner pain.  He gathered his control and insisted on sitting up. McCoy waved his scanner in front of Vulcan's chest.

"How is he?" Kirk asked.

McCoy studied the end of the feinberger. "Exhaustion. Various chemical imbalances." Kirk straightened. "Not that kind." McCoy assured him. "But not so good either. Strong emotion just isn't healthy for a Vulcan." He muttered.

Kirk squeezed Spock's shoulder and answered the communicator chirp. "Yes, Scotty?"

"We're ready when you are Captain."

Kirk started to reply, but was interrupted by Spock. "You must be careful, Captain.   You could adversely affect the ship's intermix chamber."

Kirk lowered the communicator. "Do you want to try? You have much better control usually. Are you feeling up to it?"

Spock nodded and closed his eyes in concentration.  Mr. Scott's voice came over the communicator. "We felt that, Captain."

"All right Scotty.  Take her out farther."

"What are you going to do, Captain?" Parmen asked, obviously trying to mask his uncertainty.

Kirk stood and walked back to the divider. "We are going to quarantine this planet so that no one else approaches."

"You would make us prisoners?"

"You already are prisoners -- of your telekinetic power. Rather than growing and learning from the vast galaxy around you, you have declined as a race to this pseudo-civilization you now have.  You have nothing left to enjoy except the torment of others." Kirk decided to stop wasting his breath and he walked back to the divan where McCoy was speaking with Spock.  Chapel and Uhura stood nearby speaking in low voices.

McCoy, ever the doctor, said, "We could leave a set of basic medicine tapes behind with them."

Kirk looked over at him and nodded, his thoughts elsewhere.  He sat down again, drawn to support Spock with his presence if no other way. "Are you going to be all right?" Kirk asked with concern.

After a long pause Spock nodded, eyes locked on the far wall of the room.

At the next test point, they could no longer affect the ship.  "Come back and get us Scotty.  I'd like to get off this planet." Kirk said into his communicator.  All of the Platonians had abandoned the theatre except Alexander who stood shifting nervously from foot to foot.  Kirk knelt before him. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." Alexander pointed a long finger at him. "More than ready. I think I've been ready for years, but just didn't know it."  He ended with a impish shrug.

"I think you'll like it out there." Kirk said, putting a hand on the small shoulder.

"I know I will." Alexander replied.

Later on the ship after McCoy had reported to Kirk about the state of the shore-party, the Captain left sickbay.  The corridors were dimmed for ship night, reminding Kirk of how very exhausted he was.  He fell asleep the minute he rested his head on the pillow.

He woke in the middle of a disturbed dream, starting slightly.  His eyes opened onto the dimly lit form of his first.  "Spock." Kirk said, restraining the other from standing.

"I did not intend to disturb you." The deep voice said.

"It's all right. Stay." Kirk combed his fingers through his greasy hair.  I need a shower, he thought. "How are you doing?" He asked.

Spock pursed his lips. "I am having difficulty meditating." He said reluctantly.

Kirk frowned.  "It has been a rough day."

"I came through the connecting door without conscious thought."

Uh oh, Kirk thought. "Talk to me, Spock. Tell me what is happening to you." He asked as he took Spock's wrist in his hand.

"Memories of the day interrupt my centering when I attempt to meditate." His voice dropped in volume. "The humiliation is most unwelcome as is the impression of Parmen's pleasure. And..." Spock trailed off.

Kirk squeezed the warm wrist in his hand. So Spock had not been able to block it out. "And what?" Kirk asked gently.  Spock's head jerked to the side and he tried to stand.  Kirk grabbed the other wrist also and held fast. "Stay." Kirk commanded. Spock froze, half-standing, then slowly lowered back to the edge of the bed. "And what?" He repeated in command tone.

Spock's head bowed. "And I am... unsatisfied and I cannot control it. I am unaccustomed to this disturbance of my thoughts. I cannot re-establish a balance within myself." His voice sounded hollow and hopeless in Kirk's small bedchamber.

Kirk brought both wrists together between them, released them, and surrounded Spock's now folded hands with his own. "I'm willing to help you. Like I did before."   Kirk's masculine side twisted in discomfort at this thought. "I'd do anything to help you, Spock."

"It will not work." Spock said, sensing most of Kirk's feelings through his hands.

"Why not?" Kirk asked. "Didn't you like what I did last time?"

Spock let out a pained sigh and shook his head. "It is not that. I need... more." He finally finished.

"More." Kirk repeated. "You need to be inside."

Spock's eyes closed. "And I need a meld."

"I am willing, Spock." Kirk insisted.

Spock didn't open his eyes. "I appreciate the offer but your uncertainty will disrupt...  You are not experienced with this."

"Well, no." Kirk admitted.

"I cannot bear to accept your offer if it may be unsuccessful."

The door chimed.  Kirk looked at the wall chrono in surprise and stood up to go to the door.  He triggered the door and stood straight when it parted to reveal Uhura.

"Captain? May I speak with you?"

Kirk unconsciously straightened his uniform. "Sure. In here." He led her to the office half of the quarters.  She caught sight of Spock sitting in his meditation robes on the edge of Kirk's bed.

"I don't want to interrupt, Captain."

Kirk sat at his desk and waved her off. "It's all right." He put his mouth against his hands folded one over the other, propped on his elbows. "What can I do for you?  How is Ensign Chapel?"

"Chris and I have worked it out." She said, maybe blushing.

"Good." Kirk stated, relieved that this was half sorted out. Worry over Spock grew now that it was the sole burden on his mind.  Some of that fear leaked into his eyes.  Uhura started to speak then stopped and considered her captain.

"Everything all right, Sir?" She assumed Spock's condition to be the source of Kirk's pained expression.  What would happen to a Vulcan after such a degrading and emotional episode?  Kirk's eyes suddenly widened as if he had just thought of something. Uhura realized at that exact moment that the air in the room hung with a strange musky scent. Her left eyebrow rose in question. Kirk looked away, embarrassed that the thought had even crossed his mind.

The turn of the head and the flush burning in Kirk's face confirmed her instinct.   She thought of the tall, lean science officer, pictured in her mind the way he looks sitting at his station, all graceful movement like a dancer, pictured the way he looks standing obediently beside the command chair, all angular lines and tight muscle. And right now the captain seemed to be considering asking her to make love to this mythical creature.

Starfleet, contrary to general belief, was a pretty staid place for a sensual being, which Uhura considered herself to be. Very few opportunities for really good sex presented themselves.  Her pre-Academy self stretched itself out inside her, filling her limbs with a weakening tremble.  Her palms dampened and she had to swallow the excess saliva filling her mouth. Oh, god, she thought. If this doesn't happen here, how am I going to burn this off or who am I going to burn this off with?  She thought of Martel, her high-school lover, beefy, strong, un-insatiable. He had been transparent, not very Spock-like.

"Captain." She began, but stopped as her voice came out oddly.  He looked piercingly at her.  He was good at reading women and she quailed at the thought that she had lost her subtlety. "Do you need my help?" She heard herself asking, heard a self fifteen years lost asking.

The captain looked relieved but said, "I can't ask..."

She shook her head to indicate her understanding. Her abdomen leapt as he reached for the door lock switch on his desk.  He stood, face rigid, holding up two fingers to indicate she should wait here.

Kirk stepped behind the divider.  Spock now lay on the captain's bed in a half-twisted position, feet still on the floor.  Kirk reached down and scooped the soft-booted feet onto the bed.  As he sat beside the other, the dark eyes cracked and regarded the ceiling.

"Any better?" Kirk asked. Spock shook his head. Kirk let his gaze pass over the red form.  The robe didn't hide much in the way of arousal.  Kirk decided the best tact would be a direct one.  He parted the light robe from the Vulcan's neck and chest and bent down and brushed his lips against the hollow above Spock's collarbone.

"Captain." Spock began.

"Shhh." Kirk said, placing two fingers over the hot lips. "You need to give in to this to be completely released from it."  Spock's eyes closed and he shook his head slightly.  Kirk took a long fingered hand in his own and placed the warm fingertips against his temple. The dark eyes revealed the emotional ache this gesture caused. Feather-light touches of Spock's mind brushed his own. "I love you Spock. Please?" He projected.  The fingers slid away from his mind and the dark head bowed acceptance with a painful expression.

Kirk parted the robe down farther, revealing the bronze, half-engorged penis.  Spock made a small moan of dismay at being exposed.  The human trailed his fingers along the lean chest, over visible ribs, over taut abdominal muscles.  He watched as the sparsely furred chest began to rise farther as Spock breathed deeper. Kirk repeated the pattern of caressing. The lean form tightened, back arching, as his cock hardened. 

It was time. Kirk looked toward the other half of his quarters.  Uhura stood just beyond the barrier in shadow from the small bedlamp, naked, looking like a fertility goddess come to life. Kirk fought his own arousal with some success and gestured with his head. 

Uhura stepped silently forward, giving rapt attention to the magnificent cock standing before her.  Kirk noticed that she looked as though she wanted this body and soul, would actually have difficulty backing away.  His heart eased at this sight -- Spock implied that a ready and willing partner was a necessity.

Kirk reached up to the ceramic globe of oil on the shelf above the bed to coat his fingers.  After a brief hesitation he grasped the thick member and stroked it, spreading the lubricant around the shaft, then the head.  The spring-loaded arch of the Vulcan's back hardened with the stimulation.

Kirk released the cock and spread the remaining oil on his fingers up the hairline running from groin to chest.  Uhura kneeled around the angular hips and scooted forward to position her quim over the head, ridges flairing like a Chinese pagoda.  Her full breasts swung beneath her as she leaned forward and used a long-nailed hand to aim the cock into herself.

Kirk's hand massaged one pect, teasing a nipple.  He watched as Uhura lowered herself onto the massive member.  Long-lashed eyes fell against rich brown cheeks as her face went slack with anticipation.  She paused halfway to shift position, supporting herself on her hands.  Spock's hips moved upward, bringing a moan of pleasure from the figure above him.  Releasing a moaning gasp, Uhura met the next thrust with equal force, taking the entire great penis into herself.  The two figures worked into a smooth rhythm, Spock's body lifting powerfully off of the bed with each upward stroke.

One of Spock's hands grasped Kirk's shoulder and the other hand pulled on the back of his neck, pulling the human close. Fingers found the meld points and a wall of intense pleasure broadsided Kirk as the meld opened between them.  He bent farther and found the Vulcan's mouth with his own for a demanding kiss.  Feeling Spock's sensations of penetration drove Kirk's own penis to stiffen painfully.

Kirk felt a hand fumbling at his groin, rubbing his erection through the fabric of his pants.  He hurriedly unsealed the fly on his trousers, the warm hand released his cock and began squeezing it aggressively but eased to a pleasant milking after Kirk's mental message of discomfort.

Uhura watched the partially obscured view of the beautiful Vulcan hand stroking the Captain and came, clutching at the bulky shaft filling her.  She cried out in ecstasy and pressed down faster against Spock.  The orgasm bled away and she returned to the earlier rhythm. 

The captain looked close to the edge, his mouth hung open, eyes closed.  He grunted and grasped the material of the red robe under his hand.  Then he grimaced and semen sprayed over the hand around him.  The men cried in unison.  Uhura felt the shaft inside her jetting semen just after Kirk did.  The orgasm continued to rock them for nearly a minute.

Eventually, Spock's body relaxed as his cock softened inside Uhura. She studied the scene of two exhausted forms, one across the other's chest. Unmoving.

Aye, men. She thought as she un-stradled the narrow thighs, the limp member slipping from her.

Uhura found her uniform in the dim light and dressed quickly. For once she was actually satiated, it was a calming state of being.  Many future nights of memorable fantasy were ahead.  That was also a calming thought.  As the door shut behind her, she grinned and stifled a chuckle as she imagined walking onto the bridge tomorrow.

Kirk dragged himself up to lie beside his Vulcan. He then barely managed to find the bedlamp switch on the wall.  In the darkness Spock shifted until he had Kirk wrapped in his robe and arms.  The human fell asleep to the unusual scent of Spock's sex, the feel of soft chest hair against his cheek, and the gentle brush of another's thoughts caressing his own.  He could get used to this.