Title: "Or the Doctor Gets It"
Author: tprillahfiction (Sept 2011)
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Summary: Spock and McCoy are captured by aliens and
made to copulate or die. They do so, the only way they know how: Bickering the entire time.
Yes, this theme has been done so many times, but I
tried to put my own spin on the scenario. Featuring: first time, voyeurism, rimming, awkward sex
Tropes: Aliens made them do it!
Warnings: Dub-con (or non-con).
Trek belongs to Paramount and not me.
"You will copulate--or die," the Melagian informed
Spock and McCoy clenched their fists simultaneously. The walls of the cage that held them appeared to be made from a type of plexiglass,
but much much stronger. They'd already tried to break their way out while the
white haired, purple skinned, humanoid aliens spent a liberal amount of time discussing their fate.
"Copulate?" McCoy shrieked at them--rather hysterically--Spock
noted. "Come on! Us? Together? Forget it!
Why don't you just kill us now?"
"Doctor." Spock tapped him in the side with a finger
and McCoy glared back at him. It was bound to happen to them, eventually. Jim Kirk had experienced this scenario plenty of times. Usually, every other planet's government wanted to study the captain copulating, either with
one lucky volunteer of their own or sometimes the planetary government wanted to watch the captain engage in sexual intercourse
with a member of the crew---the count was up to seven crew members so far (Sulu, Scotty, Rand, Chapel, Connors, Leslie and
Lemli )-- to study human mating habits.
Spock and McCoy had counted themselves extremely fortunate,
till now. They were scientists not gigolos.
They had beamed down to Melagius III, a world independent of the Federation, in an unpopulated area on what was supposed
to be a routine science away mission. The captain had forbidden them to come
into contact with the natives as of yet and had remained aboard ship to await his officer's return.
They had been kidnapped while McCoy had been taking
random soil samples and Spock had been engrossed in scanning native plants with his tri-corder, so both had been caught with
their britches down so to speak. Spock's elevated hearing hadn't even alerted
them to the alien's sudden appearance. Their communicators and weapons and the
tri-corders were all in the hands of their captors and so here they were, in this…thing that they couldn't be beamed
out of. Oh, Joy.
"We grow tired of your insolence." The Melagian pressed a button. McCoy doubled over in searing
agony, screaming and gasping--a horrific sound that Spock had never heard from him.
He collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, perspiration pouring down his face.
"Please," Spock found himself begging the alien. "Please, you must stop! Please cease."
"Will you comply?"
Neither Spock nor McCoy would answer and the torture
"We will quite readily terminate Dr. McCoy's life if
you do not comply. Then we shall beam down another member of your crew to fulfill
our demands. You cannot resist us."
"Stop this!" Spock shouted. "Stop!"
More tense, long, agonizing moments went by. McCoy's mouth formed an anguished 'no' but Spock knelt down next to the physician and spoke to the aliens
finally and with authority. "We will comply."
McCoy was released from the hold as quickly as he had
been taken. He recovered as he lay on the floor of the cell, breathing
heavily. Spock lay a hand on the man's shivering back as McCoy ground out: "Don't…touch…me…asshole…do…you realize what they want
us… to do?"
"I know," Spock said quietly, his voice grave. "I cannot allow you to be harmed or killed."
"I'm alright, Spock…I'm alright. Goddamned fallacy of false choice, is what this is…who the hell do they think they are?" Spock stood up to allow McCoy breathing room and eventually the CMO also clambered to his feet. "So…" he said to the alien, "What exactly do you want from us?
What do you want us to do?"
"We have decided we shall like one of you to penetrate
the other, resulting in your mutual orgasm."
"What about penetrating the mouth?" McCoy volleyed
back. Spock threw McCoy a quizzical glance and McCoy whispered back: "I'm trying to see if we can get away with a blow-job."
Spock raised an eyebrow. Some sort of sexual act, no doubt.
The Melagian council--yes, there now appeared to be
a throng looking on--consulted each other then turned back to them. "Oral stimulation
is allowed for foreplay but the final result must be anal penetration."
"Well, that's just great. You better have some damned good lube!"
"All comforts will be provided for," the council said. Spock and McCoy felt themselves become immobile and began to disappear in a transporter
beam. Hopefully it was their own.
They had not materialized back aboard ship, the beam
proving to be merely local. Spock appeared in a small sterile antechamber. The attendant forced him to remove his uniform and underwear then submit to a complete
physical. Rather than being handed back his clothing he was made to don a satin--yes,
a satin--red robe that fell to his mid thigh. He was nude underneath. McCoy was not present. The physician's absence was disturbing
due to the aliens lack of hesitation to severely injure him and the human's tendency to be quick to verbalize his anger. Spock was then escorted via gunpoint down a corridor to a red door. The door opened, he was pushed inside and the door shut behind him.
He found himself in a rather large, luxuriously appointed
bedroom. It held a sumptuous bed, more than adequate to accommodate two persons,
of course. Along one wall was a picture window with a curtain. Along another wall was a heart shaped, red velvet couch. Fascinating. Spock immediately began searching for any way out, any possible escape route. There was none. He gave up, parted the
curtain at the window and looked out onto the darkness and stars. The Enterprise
was most certainly in the atmosphere in tight orbit but could not help them, not now.
Spock turned as Dr. McCoy was shoved unceremoniously
into the chamber. The man staggered through and landed heavily onto the bed,
his hands taking most of the fall. Spock thought of going to him, to assist him,
but thought better of it. McCoy got up, composed himself and joined him looking
out the window. McCoy was now clad in a satin robe much like Spock's, but in
an azure coloring that matched his eyes. It made them appear to glow.
"I hope blue's your favorite color," McCoy said softly,
almost too resignedly, but still in that typical sarcastic manner in times of difficulty.
"They gave me a choice on which color robe I wanted, isn't that insane?"
McCoy glanced around at the lush surroundings, his eyes finally resting on the velvet couch. "This is a nightmare. A swanky honeymoon suite in hell." McCoy walked around the room searching for something, checking drawers in a bedside
cabinet. He pulled out a tube of lubricant and slapped it down onto the end table. "They supplied lube but no booze. That's
just great. Torture me even more." He
sank down heavily on the couch. McCoy's hands stroked the fabric but his eyes
darted back and forth as he did so. He seemed especially skittish.
Spock sat down next to him but McCoy stood up and moved
to the window. "Did the Melagians injure you further?"
"I'm fine, Spock.
Why are you so worried about me?"
"They seem overly obsessed with causing your discomfort."
"Oh," McCoy said, almost with relief. "Yeah." McCoy remained standing at the window, avoiding Spock's
gaze, instead staring out at the stars. "Celieus Major system," he announced,
Spock stood from the couch and came up close behind
the doctor. "Indeed."
The doctor's breathing was uneven and Spock could hear
him gulp as he whispered: "Apparently we only have to 'copulate' once. Before dawn. They're watching us. We stay the night here and in the morning they'll let us out to go back to the ship. We hope."
"Yes, they informed me of the same conditions. We only know what they are capable of if we do not obey their wishes."
"You ever done this before? Been with another male?"
"I have not engaged in coitus with another male."
"What about with a woman?"
"A woman, yes."
"Was it that girl, on that planet," McCoy turned to
face him. He sounded odd as he stammered: "y'know, with those plants?"
"If you are referring to Leila Kalomi," Spock said. "It was."
"I thought so," McCoy replied. Spock raised an eyebrow and shrugged at the same time. "Wasn't
consensual, was it."
"I was under the influence of a powerful drug."
"Then, the answer is 'no'."
Spock cleared his throat and changed the subject. "What about you, Doctor?"
McCoy coughed then moved away from him and once again
sat ramrod straight on the sofa. "Well, I'm no Jim Kirk. You'd probably be better off in this situation with him. I
don't usually like to delve into my personal history."
Spock came to sit down on the couch next to McCoy once
again. McCoy was about to stand, when Spock clamped a hand on his shoulder. "I know this is uncomfortable. However,
this is unavoidable."
McCoy rolled his eyes at that. "I had one girlfriend in college, named Emony, she was my first." At Spock's silence, he hissed: "First
sexual experience. Age nineteen, alright?
Then I got married to someone else: Jocelyn, we had a kid, then we divorced and then I've been in one serious relationship
since the divorce--and that was with a woman, and uh… then there was maybe… some experience with female prostitutes
on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet since then."
McCoy turned crimson and it appeared he was ashamed
of the prostitutes so Spock did not comment on them. "Ah. Nancy Crater."
"Wasn't really her when you met her, was it?" McCoy
looked down at his bare feet. "Listen, uh, I've watched some gay porn so that's
about the extent of any personal male on male sexual education…uh…outside of medical research….uh…I
mean I've studied the logistics on many different types of sex and I've given plenty of manual prostate exams and received
some. It was required in med school--"
Spock cut off the doctor's rambling. "I understand. You have never experienced sexual intercourse
with a male."
"Well, how different can fucking a walking computer
Spock narrowed his eyes at the dig. Evidently it was McCoy's way of bringing shipboard familiarity into this surreal situation. "It is no different to 'fucking' a highly emotional, illogical, physically unappealing, frankly
irritating, sexually inept Chief Medical Officer."
Who've you been talking to? At least I've had more partners than you've
"Quantity and quality are not synonymous, Dr. McCoy."
McCoy seemed to want to come back with a retort but
suddenly broke down in hysterical laughter.
"What is it, Doctor?"
"Say 'fuck' again. Please."
Spock rolled his eyes in much the same way Dr. McCoy
usually did, but obliged him. "Fuck? The
word itself has no meaning to me, but I am aware that it is a vulgar--" He broke off at the doctor's childish giggle. "Now what?"
McCoy again tittered strangely as he fidgeted with
the tie of his robe. "I don't know why, but that's turning me on a little bit."
Spock glanced over but could discern no telltale erection
on the doctor. "Then we should commence.
Perhaps we should 'go to bed', as they say."
"Might as well get it over with," McCoy replied. Spock nodded then moved from the sofa to sit on the bed. McCoy followed him closely but halted as he reached the foot of the bed.
He slowly began to untie his robe, in almost a teasing manner. "I'll show
you mine if you show me yours!" he said, then shook his head. He let the robe
drop onto the floor. There was now a pool of blue at the man's feet. It appeared the doctor was using humor in an attempt to offset the humiliation of this violation of privacy. McCoy met Spock's eyes. "What do you
McCoy's demeanor had become bizarrely coy or more precisely termed: 'kittenish', an attitude that Spock had never witnessed
from the man before. More importantly, he'd never seen McCoy nude before so took
the rare opportunity to thoroughly visually study the man's body. The human had
never even appeared in front of him shirtless before, much less completely unclothed.
The man was slim like himself and had good muscle tone. The doctor's penis
and testicles also looked nearly identical to his own, save for a skin covering much of the glans and an unusual pink hue.
At that, McCoy brightened till Spock noted: "You are quite hirsute."
McCoy bristled and came nearer, circling him as if
to attack, his blue eyes flashing. "Hirsute?!
I'm no hairier than you are, Mr. Spock. You have quite a bit of body hair. And, oh yes, I've seen you naked before, lots of times. Too many times. More times than I can count. Every goddamned time you manage to land yourself in my sickbay, I have to peel off your shredded uniform
and see you naked--emphasis on the 'have to'!"
"I would think my body would be a sight one would look
McCoy scowled for some moments then his expression
changed to something bordering on mischievousness. "We'll see about that. Take your robe off."
Spock knew completely disrobing in this way-- in an
intimate fashion--would have to happen eventually, but as it got down to it, it seemed more logical to stall, so he hesitated.
"Lights to ten percent," McCoy called out helpfully. They dimmed as ordered. "The Melagians
can still watch us--those sick fucks-- so the lights won't go out all the way." He came to stand near Spock's legs and motioned
at him. Spock finally did remove his robe.
He folded it the robe precisely and placed it carefully on the nightstand. McCoy
raised an amused eyebrow. "Did you learn that in Basic Training?"
"Never mind, Mr. Spock." McCoy knelt down, landing his hands on Spock's thighs then caressing them awkwardly. Still the contact was pleasurable and Spock closed his eyes at the sensations. However, McCoy's nervousness and reluctance to touch Spock in this manner was broadcasting quite loudly. McCoy suddenly jerked his hands away as if burned.
Spock felt a thud on the bed and he opened his eyes to find McCoy sitting close by, huddled over, hands on knees. Spock found himself reaching over… to perhaps soothe the man. The doctor arched his back at the touch, squirming away.
Spock removed the offending hand. "Are you alright?"
McCoy looked back at him in undisguised anguish. "I don't even know…what you would like…what would pleas--I mean--" McCoy
was unable to finish his thought. He was red faced, flustered, embarrassed, angry,
concerned; every emotion ghosting across the honest blue eyes.
"I engage in sex in a similar fashion to how a human
male presumably would. I encourage you to concentrate on pleasuring yourself,
"You can feel pleasure, like this, right?"
McCoy appeared to calm slightly. "What do you want to do?"
"As I have little experience in sexual activity, I
do not know."
"Well, I don't know, either." McCoy chewed on his thumb. Again the man was perspiring profusely, even in the cold air of the room. He wiped the moisture from his eye. "At any rate, the first
time probably won't feel that good, anyway. Not at first." He motioned
helplessly in the air. "The penetrating, I'm saying. I mean, both of us are pretty hung."
"I do not understand your phraseology."
"The circumference of our respective penile organs
are rather girthy, so either way…it has to go through a tight sphincter muscle to reach the anus." McCoy demonstrated
with his hands. "You get me?"
"It is logical to assume that an orifice that has not
been stretched in that way, will be the source of some discomfort."
"The medical term is anodyspareunia, Mr. Spock."
McCoy hesitated, then asked: "So, which one of us is
sacrificing their virgin ass for this mission?"
Spock contemplated this for a moment. "I do not know."
"You're the commander!" McCoy snapped. "Make the decision!"
will be the one penetrated."
"If there is as much pain as you claim there is, I
can control it much more efficiently than you could."
McCoy bit his lip.
"No, no. It should be me."
"I have already made the decision, Doctor."
"Are you sure about that?"
neither one of us knows what the hell we're doing."
current combined knowledge is purely theoretical. As you yourself have indicated,
I am also reluctant to proceed. However, as there is no other way out, I do accept
"Why, thank you." A reluctant smirk erupted on the
Spock raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"You kinda think I'm sexy." McCoy was seized by some
type of courage and pushed Spock into a laying position on the bed.
Spock allowed himself to fall back, hitting the pillow. "I did not say that."
"I caught the subtext."
"There was none intended." Spock's eyes narrowed when
he saw McCoy moving stealthily. "What are you doing?"
"Lie back, and shut up.
We're trying to discuss this naked and that's ridiculous."
"I do not find it so."
"Well, it is," McCoy insisted. "Look at you. You're not even aroused."
Spock got up on one arm. "Neither are you."
McCoy's face got closer to Spock's genitals, he was
so close in fact that Spock could feel the doctor's warm breath on his penis. "We'll
have to remedy that."
"Know what a blow job is?"
"A 'blow-job'?" Spock wondered.
"There you go again, talking filthy. I've never done this before, so…save
the reviews till a subsequent attempt." McCoy stuck his tongue out and laughed
loudly at some strange secret joke perhaps but Spock had no idea what the man found so amusing. The doctor's hands were on him again, caressing his chest, his thighs.
Most interestingly there was a hand exploring his still soft organ, pumping it to really no discernible effect. McCoy frowned. "Does this thing even
Spock cocked an unappreciative eyebrow and lay back
again, closing his eyes willed himself to concentrate on pleasure and submitted to this contact, this tactile inspection,
reluctantly…that is until he felt McCoy's warm mouth envelop his organ. The
sensations forced open his eyes. It felt…surprisingly good. The doctor's tongue slowly but firmly teased the glans, then slid down his shaft. That seemed to do the trick, he lost that part of his control and immediately reached full aching hardness,
leaking fluid as the organ was designed to do. McCoy appeared triumphant
before he dove down and took Spock in his mouth to the hilt. Spock could not
help but let out a soft "Ahh". He reached for and grabbed onto McCoy's
hand, caressing the other's fingers with his own. His fingers slid over McCoy's
pinky ring, warm with his body heat. Spock's other hand cupped the scruff of
the doctor's neck. If McCoy had been timid to attempt this at first, he was now
gaining an erotic confidence in his ministrations. Spock pulled the doctor's
left hand up to his mouth, licked then sucked on the other's fingers as eagerly as McCoy sucked on his penis. McCoy moaned and Spock could feel the sound reverberating around himself… but he could sense something
McCoy stopped and sat up when he noticed Spock looking
at him. "What's the matter?"
Spock indicated McCoy's genitalia. "You are still flaccid."
"Huh?" McCoy seemed dazed for a moment, then looked
down. He looked back up, scowling.
"It's a halfie. I'm gettin' there."
"Your penis appears to be entirely non functional."
Blast it! I'll get hard when I'm good and ready! It's not easy knowing they're watching. Why don't you suck
on MY dick and we'll see how functional I get, and you'd better do a damned good job like I did--"
Spock broke in.
"This is terribly inefficient. Time is of the utmost importance. A different course of action is required."
"What?!" the doctor sputtered as Spock moved quickly,
capturing McCoy in his grasp, flipping the human over and pinning him by the small of his back on his stomach. "What the hell are you doing you goddamned… Vulcan?!"
Spock busied himself with caressing the doctor's firm
buttocks, since the smooth skin was indeed pleasing to the fingers and touching them appeared to annoy the man so. "I am the one with the erection, ergo I shall be the penetrator."
"Logic doesn't work like that, you--"
Spock continued to hold down the struggling human.
"Lubricant, Doctor. It is within
your easy reach."
"The hell it is," McCoy snapped back, but grabbed the
lube and handed it over. "You're gonna hurt me.
You don't know what you're doing."
Spock continued his exploration of the other's anus,
circling a finger around the cleft, then down to the perineum and further down to the soft testicular skin. "I am confident you shall talk me through the act. Please
endeavor to relax."
"I am relaxed!"
"You are as coiled up as a Th'rungen'ie Eel
before one attacks." He moved to stroke the doctor's lower back, then down again
to the smooth buttocks. Fascinating, the firm mounds were completely hairless,
unlike much of the front of the body. He spread the cheeks apart, exposing the
area of interest.
"What the devil is a Th'rungen'ie Eel?" McCoy
muttered into the pillow. "Hey! Lube
your finger before inserting it and be careful."
"Just one finger, mind you. Secundus Manus. Wait till I tell you I'm ready for
"Certainly." Spock circled the entry with his index
"Hurry up, or else we're gonna be here all--Oooh!"
Spock halted at the first knuckle, waited but only a moment then slid it a fraction deeper.
The doctor let out a strangled: "Uhhh." Spock removed it with an audible sigh. "What now?"
"You are extremely tense."
"Why, thank you, Commander Obvious. I'm human! I can't help it."
"I do trust you."
Spock, having enough of this 'bullshit' as McCoy would say, grabbed him by the slender hips, pulling him up on all
fours. "Wait! You can't fuck me
yet, I'm not reaaady--" A low noise started in McCoy's throat, increasing into a Le'Matya style howl as Spock
leaned down and tongued the delicate pucker. "Ohhhhhh….What the
hell are you--dammit that feels good."