A JOB FOR THE YOUNG 'Spock!' The name was shouted, though not a sound was made. Kirk would not give his Romulan captors the satisfaction. In his head, however, he cried out in pain. 'I must keep control. I must not show weakness. They exploit weakness. When I get out of this, someone is going to pay...' The seeker was starting again. Every few minutes it would pause as if to recharge its batteries and then begin again. The seeker was a small star like object that moved about by anti gravity. Meant for fencing instruction, it would dart about occasionally diving in to give the opponent a harmless, but painful electric shock on contact. This seeker was no different except that it was free to take pot shots at Kirks naked form. Kirk was bound from the ceiling by the wrists. His toes barely touching the floor. Unclothed, Kirk felt the full fury of an active seeker with no sword for defense and no clothing to soften the shocks. It came in for another shot. 'One. Two. Three. Four...' The seeker snapped, this time in the small of Kirks back. 'Five. Six. Seven...' Kirk continued to count off, relying on the simple mathematics to save his sanity. The pain was not intolerable. In fact it was quite safe. Its unpredictability and the anticipation of the next sting was wearing on him considerably. The seeker went into a flurry of quick strikes. 'Ten. Eleven...The pain. Spock, how do you control the pain? Spock!' Some dim portion of his awareness felt the bond. Knew that Spock was out there, looking for him. He also knew that nothing would stop Spock from finding him. Kirk wanted to be brave, he knew this was a Romulan trap to get Spock. But the pain wore away at him. 'Twel...Twelve. Thirteen. What do they want? They haven't even questioned me.' The pain went on for a very long time. - - - "Cadet Preston. Cadet Grenni. Why are you not attending classes?" "Uh, Cap tain Spock...sir. Which class sir?" Peter Preston inquired. "The class you are scheduled to be attending right now, Mr. Preston." "Well sir," Peter answered sheepishly, "the com puter says we are to be in two classes at the same time." "And we didn't want to go to the wrong one sir." Grenni supplied helpfully. "So we didn't go to either." Unlike Spock, neither cadet had years of Vulcan control to hide behind. Both were very nearly drawing blood from biting down on their tongues to suppress the grins that were forming. Spocks stoic look was temporarily gone. His eyes rolled back into his head and he visibly shivered. 'Spock. Help me!' The lapse was only momentary. On anyone else it would have gone unnoticed. On Spock it stood out like an attack of fever. The cadets stiffened, preparing for a reprisal. "Then I suggest you, Cadet Preston, go to one class while Cadet Grenni attends the other. I will have the computer checked for the error." "Yes sir. Thank you sir." Both replied as they edged away, leaving Spock behind. "Did you see that look we got? Old 'stoneface' almost cracked on that one." Grenni said punching the other cadet in the arm. "Not so loud! Don't you know those pointed ears can hear through the bulkheads?" - - - "Well Spock, what am I going to do with you?" Spock had withdrawn into a sullen silence. His averted eyes said volumes. Shame was in those eyes. Kirk had seen the look before. Ten long years ago. 'Captain, lock me away. I do not wish to be seen. I cannot explain further. No Vulcan could.' "It's the pon farr, isn't it Spock?" Kirks only reply was a nod from the Vulcan, eyes still lowered. The shame and anguish were evident. "What do we do about it, Spock? You must tell me." Spock looked up as it to reply, but turned around after their eyes made contact. He looked up and down alternating between the sky and the ground as if figuring an equation but having no courage to state it. Finally he spoke. "I regret that noth ing can be done. This outpost is too far from Vulcan. Even if the Enterprise were here I could not get home in time." "Then you can be helped. But how? Your betrothal to T'Pring was challenged. Would she...help you?" "No," Spock whispered, "she has bonded with Stonn and is free of me. There are other Vulcans trained to...supply the needs of plak tow without a bondmate." "If it can be done on Vulcan, it can be done here too." Kirk said. "I'm sure we could make some kind of arrangements. Every outpost has a few 'working women' available for a price." "No!" Spock turned about and looked at Kirk for the first time in the conversation. "I cannot allow that." "I assure you that it can be done with discretion. I have had some, uh, experience in these matters." "My embarrassment is not the problem here." Spock said emphatically. "No human female would survive the experience." Kirk could appreciate that. Almost a decade ago the two were locked in mortal combat over an icy Vulcan bitch that didn't want either of them. In the heat of plak tow, Spock was fully capable of killing anyone who stood in the way and in fact thought he had killed his captain. "Well Spock, what am I going to do with you?" With the repeated question, Spock repeated his forlorn expression. Once again looking down at his feet he took on a helpless air. "Hide me, Jim. I do not wish to be seen. Confine me so I cannot hurt anyone." "Spock. Please. I cannot do that! You need a doctor." "No! There is nothing they can do but poke and prod, hoping to satisfy their human curiosity. I will not allow it!" Spock was getting very agitated. Kirk became concerned. 'Perhaps I should do as he asks.' Kirk thought. 'When he is un conscious I can move him.' - - - "Doctor McCoy?" "Yes Spock?" "I will be leaving the academy for a time. Will you look after the cadets in my absence?" "Yes, of course. Where are you going?" "To assist Admiral Kirk." Spock stopped briefly. "He is to bring the NEW POLYTRONIC computer components here for programming." "You've been looking for ward to that, haven't you. You're probably one of the few that Star fleet has capable of doing it." McCoy's voice trailed off at Spock's in attention. The Vulcan did not even seem to be aware of his surroundings. 'Spock! The pain!' "What's the matter, Mr. Spock? You look pale even for a Vulcan." "I assure you I am fine Doctor." "It's Jim isn't it. You can always tell when he's in trouble. Ever since that hand holding incident after you mind-melded with V'ger I've wondered about you two. And now you're going to race across the universe to rescue him. Do you want my help?" "Yes Doctor. You can help me by taking this class of cadets in hand during my absence." "Somehow I though you'd say that..." - - - Spock had been unconscious for several minutes. The plak tow madness now held him hostage. He had nearly strangles from thrashing in the one-piece gray uniform he was wearing so Kirk removed it. The now inert body was hot to the touch. Even hotter than normal. Removing the clothing seemed to help. The act awakened him. "Jim, thank you. I wished to die without shame and you have allowed it." "Spock, I..." "Please Jim, let me finish while I still maintain some control. You have shown me many things, but the greatest of them was your love and respect. I have been, and always shall be...your friend." Spock's voice narrowed to a harsh whisper and then a violent cry of pain. Kirk took his hand to comfort him. The grip was enormous, but Kirk held on. Only a few months before he had held Spock's hand like this in the sickbay. "This. Simple feeling." It would have to sustain him. Kirk ran his free hand across Spocks forehead to smooth a few wry locks of hair there. Spock shivered. In this state his senses must be very aware. It was happening. Kirk noted that Spock was beginning to have an erection. Each double heartbeat caused the organ to expand a little further. Spock had proportions that would put most men to shame, Kirk included. He thought of covering Spock with a sheet but remembering the Vulcans raw nerves decided against it. It appeared that some part of Spock still tried to maintain control, but his body was rapidly taking over. For a few minutes he would calm down - breathing with an effort, then he would go into spasms fighting against the bonds. As time went by the spasms became longer than the calm times. Kirk now noticed Spocks gonads. They moved and churned within the scrotum. "Fascinating" was the word that came to Kirks mind. Kirk knew his own balls moved in their sack like that but ever so slowly. Spocks were turning about like caged animals. This is Spock dammit, not some laboratory animal! He is going to die, and here you are studying him. Spocks words kept ringing: "You must en deavor to accept that which you cannot change." But Spock was dying. Something must be done. Kirk thought about his fas cination with Spocks balls. It was more than simple curiosity. He had had men, but the idea of having sex with Spock never oc curred to him before. It is best to avoid such relationships be tween good friends, lest it sour and become bitter. And Spocks Vulcan reserve would never allow it. The idea intrigued Kirk more. "No human female would survive the experience." But what about me, a man. And what about Spock. If we both survive, would he still "respect" me or would shame and anguish overcome him. Kirk did not wish to think about such matters. His friend was dying, and he was going to do something about it. If Spock rejected him afterward, at least he would be alive to do it. The human now reached for the Vulcan lightly massaging as if to brush away the pain. The touch affected Spock like fire. He strained against the bonds, a low guttural moan ensuing. Kirk began with the arms working toward the shoulders. His own tem perature rising. Feverishly he began exploring more of Spocks body surveying it all. Kirk could not believe his own actions. He had never gone after a man with such pitch before. Then he began to notice when Spock moaned, he did too. Spock must be emanating powerful emotions which he was picking up by the physical contact. The bond! Spock needed to bond with someone. Throwing away his clothes, Kirk bent over the Vulcan and held his face in his hands. 'Spock! Reach our for me!' Only waves of lust and desire surged through him. He bent lower and kissed Spock letting the desire flood through them both. Now he was falling. At least it felt like falling. Kirk was aware of himself and Spock in the room and they were falling. The room must be falling. But it couldn't. 'I must be entering Spock's mind.' Kirk thought. But it was never like this in a mind-link before. The initial feeling of vertigo passed. What was left was a constant stream of emotions and equations seemingly at random. Spock had no control left. Always before in a mind-link Spocks well ordered mind took over. This time Kirk was the only stable influence. Perhaps after the physical needs are taken care of the mind will clear itself. Kirk climbed into the bed where Spock was restrained. There was little room except for the space between the Vulcans legs. Kirk began the gentle rubbing again down Spocks chest through the forest of hair there to his penis. The feeling was strange for he experienced both the giving and the receiving. Lightly, very lightly the stroked the cock. The touch burned like fire. The fire fueled the desire. Rubbing faster now he kissed it begin ning at the base near the balls and working his way up. At the top his tongue darted out and tasted it. He licked the head with broad strokes finally concentrating on the little patch of flesh just below the head on the underside. All of this he could feel through Spock as if it were happening to him as well. Spocks thoughts did not intrude as if the waves of emotion were all that made him up. The desire was doing its thing. Kirk wanted him more than anything in the universe. He began suck ing on the cock; first just the head, then more. Up and down he went taking in as much as he could. He made a fist with his hand holding the base and pumping in time with the rhythm of his mouth. Both men were in the fever now, Kirk going down, Spock straining up to meet him. The cock went in and out like a piston, faster and faster. Then orgasm. Both men crying out. Kirk choking on the sperm. The release was incredible. The tin gling seemed to go on forever. Kirk had never experienced any thing like it before. Trying to relax into a more comfortable position he saw that he had also come. He drifted off into a light sleep. - - - "I'm sorry Captain Spock, all we know is that they took off in a private freighter and headed toward uncharted space." It was Commander Kyle. He was once the transporter chief on the Enterprise before his commission. Chief Rand now held that position. Kyle was assigned the deli cate task of assembling the components of the Polytronics com puter by transporter. He was the last man to see Admiral Kirk, forced by threats of the Admiral's death if he did not beam them aboard the freighter. "Were they followed?" Spock asked. "A scout ship was sent out, but they were fired upon and damaged. We sent probes to follow and they were fired upon as well. One did go unnoticed and followed them to the range of it's telemetry. The ship did not deviate from it's course even after it left the range of our scanners." "Has the course been plotted?" "Yes sir, and there are no known systems in it's path. Although that sector is largely unexplored. It's possible there might be one." - - -> 'Jim, you have shamed me.' "What?" Kirk exclaimed. "Spock, did you say something?" "You bonded yourself to me." Spock replied. "I feel compelled to take you like an animal. It is so...distasteful." Kirk heard the words ring inside his head as they were spoken. But the thoughts were infinitely more com plex in their meaning than any spoken words could convey. It was the bond-link.< 'Can you hear my thoughts?'> 'Yes Jim, bonded as we are now, within physical proximity, and without barriers, our minds are one.'< 'This is delightful. How long will it last?'> 'Forever, unless one of us bonds with another. The direct sharing will probably stop when the pon farr time is over.'< 'You mean there is more?'> 'Yes. It will continue for days. The coupling will become more intense each time until it peaks and then recedes again.'< 'But you are thinking so clearly now. I thought it was over.'> 'This time is called the cren tow: The time of reflection. It makes the plak tow even harder to bear.'< 'I don't know Spock. That plak tow didn't seem so bad. I enjoyed it.'> 'Spoken like a true human, Jim.'< 'Why Mister Spock, you do have a sense of humor!' Kirk played with Spocks chest hair affectionately. It brought forth a flutter in each of them.> 'Jim, you bring on plak tow with these actions. Please help me. Stop!'< 'I'll help you alright!' Kirk pulled himself across Spock, gently supporting himself with knees and elbows. He kissed the Vulcan passionately tasting the lips and savoring it. He opened his mouth and darted his tongue lovingly. The other followed suit locked in passion. They both had erections and began rubbing against each other. The sensations were seductive and fevered. Faster and faster they went, their bodies threatening to melt together. The pace became frantic until that glorious moment of ecstasy overcame them. Both cocks squirted their juice and landed in little puddles on Spocks chest. Kirk relaxed and laid heavily on that chest and they both sighed contentedly. - - - The stolen freighter was no match for the Vulcan shuttle with its warp-drive sled. Spock had followed in the same direction the freighter left in and found that they still had not altered course. This could only mean that they intended to be found. Of course a starship had been summoned, but the nearest ship would not be here for days. Spock did not wait. Taking an ample supply of food and medical supplies he went after the freighter in the shuttle. Obviously the larger scanners of the stolen ship had located the shuttle long before its smaller sensors could. A very strong tractor beam used for moving cargo had taken hold of the shuttle and began to draw it in. Just as the shuttles scanners had identified the freighter to be the F.S. Marten, Spock ejected a recorder bouy. Hopefully the bouy was not caught in the same tractor beam. Throughout the towing, the Romulans maintained communications silence. They made no at tempts to hail the shuttle, nor did they answer any of Spocks calls. Whatever their plans were they would reveal them in good time. - - - < 'Spock, are you awake?' Kirk stirred, stretching sore muscles. He began to realize that much of the pain was not in his own body, but Spocks. The Vulcan had lain strapped to the bed for a full day now. Kirk rubbed Spocks arms to smooth out the strain.> 'Yes Jim, I am awake. Please stop, it feels quite soothing but I fear it will bring on the fever too soon.'< 'Are you hungry? I am starved.'> 'You know as a Vulcan, I can go for days without food nor could I keep it down in this condition. Before the pon farr began I purged myself. It is standard practice.'< 'I should remove your restraints so your circulation can return.'> 'No! The worst is not yet over.'< 'Is there anything I can do for you?'> 'A little water perhaps.' Very carefully Kirk got up and poured some water from a pitcher into a small cup. Lovingly he lifted Spocks head and held the cup to his lips.< 'We'll get through this, you'll see.' - - - The shuttle was brought into an empty cargo hold within the Marten. Seeing no point in resistance, he began gathering the medical supplies. When everything was in order he pressurized the hatch and opened it. A squad of armed Romulans was waiting for him. Holding his hands out to show he had no weapons, he raised one in the Vulcan salute. The leer of the senior officer indicated that he found the salute offensive. He motioned several of the men to board the ship. Spock began to descend the ramp. "Halt!" Yelled the officer. "You will remain there until we have checked for detonation devices. If your craft is a bomb you will go up with it." "I assure you..." Spock began. "Silence! I will not listen to a Vulcan coward." The bomb squad brought their equipment in and checked the ship thoroughly. When they were satisfied they escorted Spock to a storeroom and shoved him inside. "Spock! You're here!" It was Kirk. He was lying naked on the floor across the room. He was shivering. Spock held him in his arms, away from the cold floor. "It's a trap. It has to be, Spock. They didn't ask me anything...Just tied me up and left me with that seeker every four hours. It's you they want, I know it. They used me to get to you..." His voice trailed off into exhaustion. The body went limp and the trem bling stopped. He slept and Spock continued to hold him tenderly. - - - Spock fought the restraints savagely. He was now in the height of the madness. Kirk could feel it too. Each of Spocks bouts came a little sooner than the last. A part of Kirk wanted to rest, a part wanted it to never end. Through the bond he felt Spock's desire to couple. It was overpowering. Kirk too wanted it, needed to know Spock inside of him. But he hesitated.'Once I touch him, make physical contact, there will be no stopping. His desire will overtake me. He said no human woman could endure it. What about me?' Spocks need called to him. It hurt like being squeezed in a vice. 'It isn't Spock, is it. It is me. I have never done this before.' Kirk did not know what to do with himself. He was torn. 'Why am I so afraid? It is just a simple sex act. Spock is tied down, he can not hurt me.' Still the doubt persisted. Spock began tugging at his restraints. He looked as if someone were torturing him. Then he stopped. His muscles were taunt, straining against the straps. he did not breath. It seemed an eternity had gone by and he still did not breath. "Spock! Breath dammit. Breath!" Kirk pressed on his chest. The Vulcan exhaled , gasp ing for air. Kirk breathed again himself. Spock wanted him. Spock could have him. Their minds were one, the physical act would complete it. Kirk climbed into the bed once again. He sat above the Vulcan, knees on either side of Spocks ribs. He smoothed Spocks hair gently with his hands, running his fingers around those unique ears. Once again they kissed. Kirk ap plied a generous amount of lubricant to Spocks organ. Both men gasped at the action. He did the same to his own cock. Sliding forward, he positioned himself above the Vulcan and held Spocks erection to his anus. Slowly he sat back allowing it to enter. The pain of the stretching hurt too much and he sat up again. Absently Kirk stroked his own tool, wondering what to do now. The pain had subsided, replaced by the sensations of his hands. He decided to try again. Once again he went down, this time rub bing his cock as he did. He was much more relaxed this time. The pain returned, but he just stopped for a moment , stroked himself and continued on. Kirk began to work at it earnestly now. The feeling was nice, even for himself. And he could feel through Spock as well. There was a sharing here. The oral sex was nice in it's own way, but this was more intimate. Kirk could feel that Spock was well on his way to climax. it seemed that each time one would come, the other would too. Both men were now experiencing the urgency. They began to pump furiously now. Kirk from above, Spock from below. Kirks prostrate was really taking a pounding, it sparked his desire even further. The furious coupling reached it's peak and both men experienced the exquisite joy of their merging. Loudly they both moaned of the pleasure, locked in both mind and body they reveled in it. Kirk relaxed and once again lay heavily on Spock, this time with the Vulcan within him. - - - "Commander." Spock said. "I am honored to meet you once again." He stood before her, knowing her name but not speaking it. This time he knew it was more than destiny that brought them together. "It would appear that you, Mr. Spock, are to be honored as well. For you know my name and it's implications yet neither you nor your Federation have exploited it." "Such matters are not of military concern." Spock replied, glancing at the guard. "Having your cloaking device stolen was embarrassment enough for you." "You will leave now," she said to the guard, "Mr. Spock is an honorable man. I will be safe." In Romulan fashion, the guard backed out the door into the corridor. "I was wary of you at first, Spock, because I believed you would use my secret against me. But nothing has come of it." "Logic would dic tate that your safe return to your Empire would be better for galactic peace than any military gain of revealing your true identity. I suspected that you had lied. But obviously you would not have returned to the Empire alive if you were not genuinely the Praetor's daughter." "This is true, Spock." She motioned for him to sit. "But you are probably wondering why I invited you here. Logically you should have left Kirkto his own fate." "My logic often fails me where my friend is concerned. I assume you wish me to program the Polytronic com puter you have stolen." "Correct. I think the computer will be a fair trade for our cloaking device. Plus I get you and James Kirk in the bargain." "I will do nothing for you until you release him." "Wrong, Spock. I will not release him un til you program the computer." - - - Kirk woke up stiff and sore. Not all the pain was his on, his arms and legs hurt where Spock was tied to the bed. It had been several days since the pon farr had began and both men knew it was subsiding. Through the bond Kirk knew that Spock was regaining control even during plak tow. Judging Spock to be safe, he removed the restraints and massaged the sore areas. Spock moaned softly in his sleep and curled up on his side for the first time in days. Kirk laid down beside him and held him in his arms stroking the hair on his chest. Spock rolled over, opening his eyes and coming awake. As he came to consciousness Kirk could feel his mind awakening through the bond.> 'Jim, you have removed the restraints.'< 'Yes, Spock. I have.'> 'The pon farr is not yet over.'< 'I know. But the worst seems to be past, and I can trust you.'> 'That is comforting. I wish to...thank you for...helping me through this time. It has been most disquieting.'< 'I agree that it has not been a real bed or rose petals, but I am glad to have helped you. You are special to me Spock and I could not see you die.'> 'You are filled with anguish and worry, Jim. You need not be. What is done is done.'< 'Mastery of the Unavoidable?'> 'Precisely. And be tween two who are t'hy'la there is no shame.' The concept of t'hy'la rang like a bell. It meant brother and friend, but in this form it meant lover. Kirk swooned and Spock fell with him into it.< 'I love you Spock. I may not be in love WITH you, but I do love what you are.' Thinking in Standard could not begin to relay the concept.> 'I accept it, Jim. As a Vulcan I should not understand it but I do. I cannot return love physically beyond the pon farr. But I will always be your friend.' The two men embraced each other for the first time. Holding on to each other tightly as only two men could do. They made passionate love to each other, wishing it to never end. - - - "Tell me, Mr. Spock, how did you get the Romulan commander to let you and Jim go?" McCoy asked. The recorder bouy I ejected before my capture was found by Starfleet and it told them what course the freighter had changed to. When the Romulans were confronted with such a large attack force they had little choice." "I'm glad to see you both made it okay. Why didn't they go down in a fight? I thought that was the Romulan way." "Because Bones," Kirk replied, "I gave them my assurance that they could take the Polytronic computer home if they would release us and leave peacefully." "And you LET them?" "Yes Doctor." Spock answered. "The computer is useless for any practical applications." McCoy was confused. The Polytronic computer was to the the discovery of the century and his friends had just given it to the Romulans. Now they say its no good. "What is wrong with it?" "Well, Bones." Jim said. "It's too fragile. Spock can tell you better than me." "Unlike the digital com puters that have been in use for the last one-hundred years, the Polytronic computer does not use binary arithmetic. Rather than having two states: On and off, it has unlimited energy potentials. Somewhat like the energy synapses of the brain. The components are designed on the molecular level and are so deli cate that even movement or light particles can destroy them." "In short," Kirk cut in, "Their act of stealing it destroyed it. Of course they won't know that until they take it back to their scientists." "that poor Romulan lady." McCoy looked at them both. "Foiled again by this pair." "Aptly put, Doctor. But not precise. That Romulan was no lady." Spock countered. McCoy simply groaned at the pun and excused himself. The two Starfleet officers were left to themselves. "Thank you Mr. Spock." "It was the logical thing to do." The conversa tion abruptly stopped, leaving an awkward silence. Both men stood behind walls of unspoken words. But their eyes spoke volumes. Kirk looked tired and worn. "Galloping among the cosmos is a job for the young. Come along, Mr. Spock. Let's go mind the store."