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Jim looked beautiful kneeling between his legs mouth stretched wide with cock. He was leaning forward with his hands flat on the floor. A long string of drool was dripping from his chin. He was staring up with bright blue eyes through long blonde lashes. The gold of his septum ring flashed in the light. Sometimes it seemed like Jim should be strung up and displayed for the public like an exceptional work of art in a museum. It certainly wouldn't be the first time slaves had been used in such a manner in the empire. Some exhibits encouraged visitors to invade the arts mind or beat and shock it.
Sarek had particularly enjoyed an exhibit made with an Orian female. A former pirate of nobility who was captured by a Vulcan warship. She had been chained up in the museum immediately after capture, completely open to use for any visitors. Tables around the room held a wide variety of toys. The memory of when the first guests had ripped her clothes off with their bare hands before shoving their fist deep into her unprepared hole had been uniquely intriguing. He had replayed to the memory many times, sometimes alone, sometimes when masturbating with one of his slaves holes.
The first time he has done so with Spock the young boy has cum without permission prompting a swift stinging blow to his flagging cock. Then he had forced Spock to come repeatedly without rest then fucked him finally strangling him into unconscious. Spock's half human side had made him slow to learn discipline. Sarek had particularly enjoyed destroying Spock's limits when he was a young teen. Pushing his own pleasure into Spock's distrusted mind had created a wonderful confusion in the boy. In the end he wasn't strong enough to resist any full Vulcan adult mind let alone his powerful fathers. There were no excuses. He wouldn't allow his son to be a half rate whore, only the best. He graduatedly rewrote Spock to love what he loved even if he didn't fully remove the underlying shame and disgust. Such feelings could be useful and delectable.
Spock sat in seiza a few feet away watching intently. He was outwardly still and serene but his eyes shone with lust and tension. Sarek knew he was feeling Jim's sensations through the bond. Their intense telepathic connection was just as useful as it was fascinating. Sarek never would have guessed a true T'hy'la bond could form between a half breed and a human but all the best researchers had confirmed his findings. Their page saw quite a bit of traffic. If he's realized how popular Spock would become he would have taken more pictures of him when he was younger but he could always recall and share those memories with others. Fucking Spock while thinking of his library of failures and disappointments would probably never grow old.
Keeping Jim and Spock apart was never really an option. Sure he could have forced them apart after noticing their initial connection but effort it took and the results were simply not logical. Both behaved much better when distracted by the other. When Sarek traveled he let the two play as they wished, viewing the footage during periods of boredom. He allowed Jim to shop and he seemed to have an endless supply of silky and lacy slips of garments to put on and slip off the pair of them. He'd even take pictures of the two of them together, Spock with the exact same expression in every one.
Sarek lazily slid his cock in and out of Jim's mouth while he thought about all of this. He was enjoying the site of them naked. Then he bent down and pushed Jim off and gently up. Jim moved litly at the slightest hint of directive touch.
He spun Jim around and lowered him onto his cock. Jim was already wet, the surgery was simple and done to all empire slaves when they were first processed. After he had acquired Jim, he had melded and stolen back into his mind to the humans training. Quite a bit of it had been done by other humans and slaves.
Jim's first time was one of Sarek's favorites.
A beautiful lanky boy with such light shining from him. He was always running after his brother, talking about his brother, looking up at his brother. When the colony had fell Jim had still had hope that he and Sam would be able to stick it out until rescue. Of course, Kodos had found them after two months of hiding, a planet was only so big and there wasn't anything the little humans could do to stop producing heat signatures. By that time the boys were skinny and weak.
Jim and Sam were tied wrist to elbow with their arms behind their bare backs and marched into the large penthouse room being used as Kodos' office. There were three guards posted with phaser rifles around the door. Kodos looked up as the two bound boys were wrestled into the room.
"Ah Sam and Jim. Just wonderful to see you. Jimmy come sit on my lap. It's about time we had a chance to become more intimately acquainted."
He patted his lap not bothering to hide the half hard cock hanging out of his pants from the teens.
Jim had been so wonderfully naively shocked at the prospect of become a large sweaty adult man's rapetoy.
"NO!" Sam yelled. "I'll do it. Don't fucking touch him."
Kodos smirked. "So be it. Strip him."
The guards moved forward and cut Sam's pants off with quick efficient knife movements. Kodos crooked two fingers to urge Sam closer. At the time Jim hasn't realized the taunting double meaning in the gesture. Sarek found this detail delightful.
Kodos lifted Sam onto his lap, facing him, face inches from Sam's.
"Since you're so eager I expect a kiss."
He was rough and sloppy, shoving his tongue straight into Sam's mouth. Kodos wasted no time lifting Sam up and spearing him on his cock swallowing Sam's scream. He fucked him roughly licking at the tears rolling past.
After a few minutes, Kodos' hands moved suddenly from Sam's hips to his neck. Sam let out a confused cut of squeak as the big man began to lift him by the neck, slamming the boy onto his cock. Bruises were already forming where his hands held Sam's hips. After a few strokes Kodos came with a loud yell. He settled back with a few final pumps pulling Sam back to stare at his face as he desperately fought for air. He turned pale, red, dark, and then pale again as he lost consciousness. Kodos released his neck watching him slump to the side. He stood lifting Sam off his cock as he did.
Jim watched as the unconscious cum filled form of his beloved big brother hit the ground like a sack of onions. Kodos reached over to his desk and grabbed a hypo spray injecting and discarding it quickly.
Kodos grin couldn't get wider. Jim was reminded of the old earth tale of Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire Cat. He stepped easily over Sam's still form advancing on Jim.
Jim stepped back instinctively. The gaurds stepped together and forward. When Jim glanced back they had visible errections.
Kodos spun him around and cut the rope holding his arms.
"Strip. You wouldn't want Sammy to wake up to your corpse would you?"
Jim did so with shaking hands then stepped foward without being asked. He had always been good at anticipating what others wanted him to do. His stepdad had beat that into him.
"Hands against the wall."
"Spread your legs."
Jim did so and felt two fingers teasing his asshole.
The teen swallowed hard. He's only ever thought about this kind of sex abstractly, it hadn't seemed interesting or pressing yet, still sort of weird and strange, alien and of another world. Most of his fantasies had just been of touching or being touched.
He passed out after only a few strokes of Kodos' cock.
Jim had woken up after the fall of Tarsus on a slave ship in the med bay. There he has met Leonard McCoy, a fellow slave and a doctor put in charge of his recovery and training. McCoy was a lot bigger than Jim. He liked to fold the blonde in half and pound into him holding his legs down against the floor with a bruising grip. He vocally encouraged Jim to touch himself and between teen hormones and the drugs McCoy kept him on he had little choice. If Jim was bad McCoy could use drugs or old fashioned violence depending on his mood.
He was the first to choke Jim into unconsciousness with his cock and the first to bother healing the damage afterward. Sarek approved of this. There was no logic in damaging useful items long term. McCoy had been the first to record and upload Jim, marking another permanent loss of ownership and control in Jim's life. Sarek had gone and found the early videos, of course, saving them and uploading them to the Vulcan Science Academy.
The fourth time McCoy had fucked him he'd slipped a cock ring onto Jim and fondled him mercilessly while Jim held onto the edge of a desk, when he finally fell McCoy just readjusted his grip and yanked Jim's full weight back onto his cock. Throwing around a starved teenage slave barely made him sweat. Jim often refused to eat so McCoy gave him shots instead. Jim had slowly come around after McCoy had firmly insisted he couldn't do anything about the constant dizziness and Jim needed to either shut up, having the whining beaten out of him, or start drinking thick liquids at least.
It was McCoy who had pierced Jim's nipples and cock, numbing the areas first, something most wouldn't have bothered with. Jim had even thought that he might enjoy the feeling of having his nipples pierced but he wasn't going to share that. He enjoyed some of his time with McCoy but he was still skittish and timid.
After a few weeks of training with McCoy Jim was brought to the ship's Captain.
The man wasn't especially large or physically impressive. He was a business man first, preferring to let his money and human goods do the work rather than fighting. He was shewed and knew how to find and kept those who would effectively run his ship, slave or free man. There wasn't a free man alive who could out-doctor McCoy and the captain saw no reason to waste that. Some slaves were lower value than others and that was simple a fact of life. Privileges were earned.
He didn't expect a lot from Jim, simply ordering him to suck his cock. He was satisfied that Jim obeyed and worked hard to please him. After that McCoy regularly let other slaves use Jim. He was fucked in public by the ship slavers and slaves alike. Some stopping, watching, or joining as they wished. Or ignoring him completely.
Sarek had idledly wondered what Jim would have been like had he not been sold into slavery at 14. He knew the man's mind first hand; Jim was incredibly smart, among the top minds of his kind. It was generally agreed that this was one of the things that allowed his mind to readily accept a Vulcan bond. He didn't waste much time on such wondering. It didn't matter. Logically, Jim was here and he would never be more than a fucktoy for his masters or an object of idle scientific study.
He fucked into Jim at a consistent pace relishing the slave's desperate noises and twitches and jerks of arosal. Sarek wasn't worried. Jim was far too well trained to cum without permission. He dragged Jim further back and pulled his head down on his shoulder, turning to suck and bite at the pale flesh of his neck.
Spock was making small movements. They would be imperceptible to a human and Spock was probably not aware that he was making them but they were obvious to a Vulcan even one in the middle of incredible coitus. Spock could feel Jim being fucked through the bond. Sarek could feel Jim's pleasure and his son's echo. He could feel Jim clenching and writhing on his cock from both perspectives. He could take his own son's soulmate whenever he wanted and bask in the depraved glory of their enjoyment. It was more intoxicating than any mere biochemical reaction could produce.
He began to speed up inside the human toy. After he came, he pulled out of Jim and pushed him down onto the floor face down, ass up.
"Clean him up." he told his son.
He kept his bare foot pressed to Jim's head to steal their pleasure. Spock was struggling not to put his hands all over his bondmate. He was leaning forward careful to only let his mouth touch Jim. The stench of Sarek's cum was overwhelming. It was smeared all over his face and a little in his hair. What skin wasn't covered in Jim or Sarek's cum was shining with sweat. Sarek thought he looked wonderful. He really should buy a broodmother or two and breed them. He could even have Jim or Spock breed them. What he didn't keep he could easily sell or trade.
After watching for a moment Sarek pulled Jim's head back up and shoved his cock roughly in. Vulcan concentration let him get hard at will, an incredibly useful trait for tormenting fuckmeat. Between their mental and physical abilities there wasn't any race that could hold a candle to Vulcans as slave masters. There were even some who took Klingons as slaves. Sarek did not care for Klingons but he remembered the Orion exhibit again pulling a moan from his son. He decided to buy one in the morning. He would enjoy watching his son fight to remain in control while flooded with pheromones, to fuck him hard while he lost his mind desperately trying to be good. Spock longed so badly to be good enough and Sarek used it against him at every opportunity. He was a sculptor at work.
"Spock. Fuck him."
Spock wasted no time scrambling up and lining his hard cock up with Jim's hole, soaked with his father's cum and his own saliva. He pushed in with one smooth stoke and began to fuck him at a consistent pace, hitting Jim's prostate squarely everytime. Sarek could feel the humans moans around his cock.
Sarek used his mental control to bring them all off at the same time. Jim was shaking uncontrollably.
Sarek pushed the two cummed out slaves into a pile and pulled out a padd. He took a quick picture and walked away towards his bed room. When he was lying down, he pulled up Jim and Spock's official file from the Vulcan science academy and uploaded the photo. Before he fell asleep, he heard several notifications of response. He wondered how many would end up using the image. The archives were permanent.
Sarek awoke a few hours later and used his mind to summon Jim, instructing him to wear an open gag. Jim arrived and knelt. Sarek didn't look directly at him. He strode over, pulled out his flaccid cock, seating himself fully down Jim's throat. He ideally flicked through notifications on his padd while he took a long piss. Vulcan was a dessert planet and as such their bladders had evolved to hold a gallon of liquid comfortably.
Out of the corner of his vision he could see that Jim's eyes were glued to him, anything else would have been punished. It gave Sarek a deep pleasure that he could dominate Jim's entered attention, mind, being, and life while also giving him no importance within Sarek's life. He could kill Jim with his cock if he wanted and his life would not change. He shared both of these thoughts with the human at his feet and felt Jim moan around his cock and the slave's cock twitch. Jim had taken to slavery well, especially since arriving on Vulcan. His mind was bright and open and Sarek loved to watch his peers play Jim easily. Once fingers were on his skin he was always hard and eager within minutes.
Jim's belly was starting to slowly bulge. When Sarek finished pissing he went fully still. Jim did his best to copy and Sarek did his best to break Jim bomarding him with memories of Spock. A memory of Spock smoothly fucking Jim's cock with a sound ripped a moan from the human. Sarek gave a contented sigh and pulled out.
"On the bed on your back. Hang your head off the edge."
Jim scrambled to obey.
As Sarek slid in, he watched the outline of his dick indent the blonde slaves throat. He wrapped his long hands around the slaves neck, gently pressing down and rubbing against his cock.
He could feel Jim's sharp anticipation, wondering if he would be strangled into unconscious this time. Sarek hadn't decided. There was something delisous about fucking a slave and letting them wake up to the mystery, listening to all the possibilities Jim's wonderful mind invented, usually deciding to do most of what he imagined if it was something novel. Then sharing the memories of the night with Jim. It was so easy to pull Jim into the cycle of his own abuse, to get him brainstorming his own sinful demise.
He took one hand off Jim's neck to pick up the padd and snap a picture before tossing it aside and fucking into the tight wetness with most of his considerable strength. Jim would certainly be bruised after this. He didn't bother accounting for air. If Jim passed out then so be it. He wouldn't kill him but he didn't mind causing a little fixable brain damage. Plus an incapacitated slave could be fun. He'd spent several days fucking Jim while he was drugged and badly concussed. Watching him confusedly try to play party to his fucking or fight Sarek off was deeply amusing. The videos had been incredibly popular on the archive especially the one of Jim perched on top of a fucking machine thighs twitching rapidly after hours of use his face splattered with multiple loads of cum. He always made sure he healed Jim in the end.
He gave him permission to cum and sent another wave of his thoughts to the fucktoy watching cum splatter. He could distantly sense Spock's disappointment at being kept away while Jim was used. He wanted to see Jim be used almost as much as he longed to be used himself. Spock was always torn between watching Jim and knowing he wasn't his father's favorite. Sarek had told him as much while fucking him many times, had made Spock accutly aware that if he wasn't his son he would have been put out for free use on the street. That wasn't completely true but Sarek made sure Spock believed it. Visiting Vulcans certainly made it known that Spock was inferior to other slaves and Sarek had always encouraged prompt and honest feedback. Jim's feedback was always glowing much to Spock's deep shame. At a recent party Sarek had hosted the guests had all used Jim's holes and simply beaten Spock. Sarek had cum hard watching as Jim was speared from both ends with the back of Spock's head pressed against his cock as he strangled his son with a rope.
Spock had been a wonderful mess for weeks after. Jim came again at his feet at the memories and shaming of his bondmate. Spock's failures just inspired jim to be better he even worked hard to try and teach and guide Spock.
Sarek reached down with one hand and yanked on the ring in Jim's nipple as he fucked Jim's gagged mouth. He shoved down hard pinning Jim's head between the hard edge of the bed's support and his cock. Jim suffered wonderfully convulsing around his cock as he was slammed back over and over again. Sarek pulled out and came all over James' face and hair. The extremely pale green of his cum contrasted with the burst vessels in and around James' eyes, blue, red, and purple streaks shooting across his pale skin and membranes. Bruises were forming as blood flowed under the skin. What wasn't bruising or sluggish bleeding was flushed and abused. His nose was bleeding. Sarek calls his son from the other room to come clean up and apply first aid. Spock is all too happy to come lick the his father's cum and blood off his bond mate's face.