The BLTS Archive - He Excites Me
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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Warning: Bondage

Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. My only profit is a
fun time.

Beta: Starshadow -Thank You!!

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Admitting emotions is illogical, but the effect this
man has on me leaves my mind not caring of such a
notion as logic.  He excites me beyond Vulcan logic.
Denying the Terran terminology for the overpowering
hunger my body demands when in his presence would be a
travesty to the reality of that hunger.  So, I freely
admit he excites me.

In sickbay, I smelled his blood when he collapsed at
the foot of my son's bed.  His wound had reopened from
the strain his actions forced on a barely-healed
injury.  Blood from that wound represented his
sacrifice to save my life.  It is a scent that
lingered --captured in my airways, then branded in my
cells.

I see my son desires him.  Perhaps that thought adds
to my excitement, my need.  Spock may desire the
Terran, but I would be the one to possess him.

I waited for an occasion to arrive where I was able to
guide events to capture my desire.  Three weeks ago,
Klingons attacked the Enterprise.  Although Captain
Kirk and his crew destroyed the Klingon ship, their
own was left damaged.  Manipulations I made with
select Starfleet personnel allowed Kirk's ship to make
those repairs in Vulcan's spaceport.  Naturally, I
invited my son and his gallant captain to visit our
homestead.  This gained me access to my quarry.  A
diplomat knows advantages do not just materialize by
themselves.

Without wearing shoes that would draw attention on the
stone steps, I reached my destination and patiently
waited.  Stepping into a dark alcove, I watch Spock
leave my prey's room.  Chessmen lay snug in the case
he carried.  I briefly envied those canaka-marbled
soldiers who had spent the evening being caressed by
my desired one's fingers.  I surmised his scent still
lingered on them, and allowed myself a short burst of
imagination: I visualized myself grabbing the case,
capturing the game pieces, and quickly releasing  them
so I could nuzzle against their surface in hopes of
inhaling that scent.  Forcing my mind to clear, I
prowled forward.

A Vulcan is taught to never enter a room uninvited.
Excitement surged through my spine when I ignored that
etiquette.  This night was not a time to waste on such
trivial matters.  I had tossed aside logic, the ruling
source of my existence; I would easily toss aside
manners that created unnecessary barricades.  My hand
touched the door that shielded him from me.

The faint sound of running water immediately alerted
me to the fact my entrance would go unnoticed.  He was
in the refresher.  His knowledge of our water supply
guaranteed it would be a short shower.  With
anticipation I stood unmoving in the center of the
guestroom, a mere three point four feet from the bed.

Returning to the room in a haze of steam, the prey
swiftly locked his gaze with me without startling.
One hesitant step was the only sign he showed of
surprise.  It was a brief hesitation.  Slow,
bare-footed steps continued, stopping a few inches in
front of me.  Kirk's eyes acknowledged my hunt had
ended without a struggle.  He too had felt, and
accepted, the beast within me.  This recognition drove
a flame through my groin.

In the time that had passed since my visit to the
Enterprise, I had often contemplated this night.
Within the deep pockets of my robe I brought out
leather straps of domination.  Hazel eyes slightly
widened, watching my face as I laid the straps behind
his neck and let the ends dangle down the center of
that smooth, heaving chest.  His breathing enhanced
when he felt my fingers remove the towel from his
waist.  Stepping back, I viewed my prize.

The structure of this Terran was everything my
thoughts had explored.  A warrior's body, legs that
spoke of vigorous training, strong shoulders and
biceps which were complemented by well-defined
muscles. A torso shining with the first hint of
perspiration, combined with the damp remnants of his
shower.  The effect highlighted a proud stance.  A
prominent ribcage that overemphasized his waist
allowed a down-sloping curve that guided my eyes to a
treasure-trove.   Here I allowed myself to ponder the
sight.  As I knew would happen, the Terran's body
reacted to my private gaze.  His genitals responded
much in the manner of an angorialite sand turtle
rising smugly from its encasement.  Once the shaft had
thickened and nodded in its rise, I felt another
surging thrill of excitement.  My hand throbbed to
tame that stirring beast.  I chastised myself, bidding
myself to have patience.

I took the time to estimate the man's potential
strength as he studied my observations.  We both knew
the power of his physical strength did not compare to
mine.  The thought enhanced my need.  A shadowed
glance from Kirk's narrowed pupils gave proof the
thought was shared.  His breathing rose in an
anticipating crescendo.  A deep swallow rocked his
throat as testament to his only physical reaction.  He
wanted this.

I knew many facts about this Terran's life, things he
had accomplished, events which required unparalleled
courage.  Danger excited him.  He excited me.

At this moment his thoughts must have reflected on
whether or not the risks were worth taking.  The tip
of Kirk's tongue slowly emerged to moisten his lips,
as he allowed himself a dark look of contemplation.
His expression projected desire, but acknowledged the
price.

In one smooth movement, I removed my robe to reveal my
own bareness.  Kirk's eyes drank me in with a measured
thirst.  Another deep swallow cleared his throat when
noting what I had to offer.  No, that statement is an
error.  We both knew this was not an offer.  I was
here to command.  My presence was a demand to his
body's obedience.

Maneuvering behind my prey I touched the cool globes
of his buttocks.  A minute flinch shuddered his frame
when my thumbs pushed demandingly into the soft tissue
of his skin and pinched against eager forefingers.  I
then trailed the crack which dared to separate these
strong, tantalizing mounds.  While one lone finger
hedged to the desired sensual opening, I leaned closer
to taste the back of his dampened neck.  His legs
slightly parted and his head barely fell forward to
allow better access to both of my conquests.

On the nape of his neck, manly skin welcomed me with
goosebumps. A smile creased my lips at this sign of
sensitivity.  I closed my eyes and buried my nose into
the slowly drying hair, rejoicing at the human odor.
Simultaneously my finger tip claimed the surface of
his anus and teased with a small push.  His body
tightened with a sudden intake of breath.  I probed
deeper.  The musky rich scent from his arousal, skin,
and wet hair, was a mixture of Terran origin. My
senses were assaulted by the earthy combinations. This
was Kirk.

Guiding him to the bed, I threw the covers aside, and
positioned him firmly on his back in the center.  I
had arranged seventeen days prior for this to be his
room.  This bed was the principle reason for that
choice.  The frame of the bed was enhanced in strength
with a well-constructed headboard.  It consisted of
rails made from one of Earth's strongest trees.  I
enjoyed the symbolism.

Removing the leather straps from around his shoulders,
I took a few moments to successfully attach his wrists
to two of the rails.  Kirk's palms circled the wood in
admiring, sensual grips.  After tucking a thin pillow
behind his upper shoulders and head, I reached across
to a dresser beside the bed.  Here I retrieved the
last needed ingredient for the night's pleasure.  I
felt, rather then viewed, his rough swallow of
reaction.  Then I lay beside him to implement its use.

Kirk shook his head at the sight of the ball in my
fist.  There was no choice.  I planned to bring him to
various erotic plateaus throughout the night, heights
in which his body would demand the release of sounds
that would travel.  That could not be allowed.  Using
one hand, I soothed and caressed his fear with tender
touches to his temple.  Firm strokes on his jaw
muscles enabled his mouth to open wider.  Then I
gently inserted the ball, making sure it was trapped
snugly behind his front teeth. His rear teeth bit hard
on the bulging edges. He swallowed the growing saliva
roughly, without removing his eyes from mine.

Sitting upright on my knees I looked at my submissive
knight.  A deep breath informed me the scent of his
blood which loitered in the recesses of my memory
would now share a place with the musky odor of his
arousal.  With one loud sigh, I knew.  It was time.

Stretching atop Kirk‘s body, I matched our groins.  It
was refreshing to feel the strong structure of his
thighs and hips press against my own.  My beast within
reacted with an increased yearning as I fully
comprehended that his rippling, muscled body was now
at my mercy.  Grinding our cocks at a rhythm of my
choosing made that euphoric power grow.  There was no
doubt the hint of trepidation that darkened the hazel
eyes searching mine was proof of Kirk's personal
struggle for the courage to submit to my complete
control.  Admiration fed my hunger for him.

My larger shaft rubbed relentlessly against his
well-endowed penis, the double ridges teasing his tip.
 It did not take long for the excitement to overwhelm
my Terran.  I leisurely decreased my actions until
moments later, all movement from me gradually came to
a stop.  Frustration seethed from Kirk's pores.  The
Terran hips tried desperately to continue the erotic
dance, but my strength pinned him, halting it.  His
jaw strained to wrench the ball free, but his own
tension would not allow his muscles to relax enough to
allow its release.  I knew he wanted it out so he
could beg for completion. Begging would be reserved
for another occasion.

Licking perspiration from his cheek, I moved lower to
nibble and suck on Kirk's neck where water droplets
pooled.  Muscles in the body I held captive tightened
and continued to struggle beneath me, yet his head
moved cooperatively to encourage my mouth's
exploration.  This starship captain was truly a
paradox.

When our eyes again locked in silent scrutiny, I took
up the dance, adding movements that varied in pressure
and speed.  It did not take a mind-meld to know he
would not trust me to bring him to completion.  As a
submissive he knew this was not his decision, but
nonetheless, anticipation rose, and again highlighted
the golden-green flecks twinkling in his pupils. His
hips thrust with renewed vigor, warring his shaft
against mine.

Without warning I pulled away, leaving his darting,
anguished eyes to follow my retreat.

Stretching at his side I leaned half over his body in
order to intently watch his expressions. Anger, need,
and even desperation flickered with hopeful eagerness.
For the first time that night I reached for his
shaft, gripping it possessively.  Slowly I pumped.
Kirk's rapid breath was a mixture of anxiety and
excitement that was warily reflected in his gaze.
Desperation in his eyes begged me to allow him
merciful release.  His hands gripped the wooden rails
tighter, creating leverage that matched his firmly
planted shoulders and feet.  With his hips rising up
and down, he hungrily ground into my fist.

Early signs of tantalization soon blossomed into a
deep-seeking need as I fed from his excitement.  With
each thrust of his hips, flames started to ignite in
my own groin.  The feel of that thick Terran meat
gripped between my fingers caused my own chest to
heave for lack of oxygen.  My eyes refused to leave
his face as my hand increased its action. Kirk's eyes
became unfocused, lost in the sensations and whatever
fantasy hid within his mind.  The strong Terran body
trembled from the exertion.

Kirk's semen did not release, it exploded in a gusher.
His body twisted with the overwhelming spasms that
accompanied his climax.  Air wheezed from his
nostrils.  With his head moving uncontrollably, his
mouth filled with the rubber ball, the lump in his
throat convulsed from swallowing.  I sucked his neck
with a thirst, drinking his perspiration.

Gradually his hips ceased their need to move against
my fist and I reluctantly released the softening
organ.  My lips surrendered the now-reddened skin on
his neck.  Slowly he lowered his head to meet my eyes.
Although hazed with pleasure they projected their
gratitude.  Listening to the heavy breathing coursing
from his flaring nostrils, my own flame answered.  My
burning groin demanded feeding.

I made my claim.  Maneuvering between his legs,
coaxing the thick muscled thighs to rise higher, I
snatched a large patch of semen off his abdomen and
quickly smeared it on my throbbing shaft.  It would be
my only relenting to his unprepared chamber.

My cockhead briefly teased his entrance then pushed
partway inside. It was difficult to not lose control
with such sweet tightness gripping my cock. Kirk's
sudden thrashing as his body tried to pull away,
attributed to my pleasure.  Gasping at the erotic
pleasure of his chamber, my eyes closed to concentrate
on the full meaning of this moment.  He excited me,
and I was taking possession.  My eyelids purposely
opened to study --memorize --his reaction.  Kirk's
head had rolled back, his jaw jutted upwards in
defiance to the pain.  A muffed groan escaped through
the corners of his filled mouth, and trembling,
stretched lips, were paling.  Panted breaths caused
his chest to rise and fall in a heavy chaotic pattern
as he swallowed rapidly.  Lying against his chest, I
savored the tingling sensations of my tits rubbing
against his in their trembling frenzy.  His nubs were
as hard as mine.

Once the first painful waves finished shuddering
through his body, moist, darkening brown eyes opened
and glared accusingly at me.  I ignored the protest.

Lunging deeper I plowed forward with the strength of a
beast in heat and became fully encased, thrusting with
the pride of a conqueror.  His eyes no longer glared.
They silently screamed.  The lesson had been taught.
My Terran would never forget the first time I claimed
him.

My mind chanted the name James as my semen released.

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The End