Intro | Old Event: Toys | Aphro as Needed (for you)
James T. Kirk woke up with a hard on. This was not unusual, of course, and sleepily he shifted under the covers and rubbed himself. Maybe there was time before alpha shift...
He groaned aloud. This wasn't any sort of morning wood he'd ever experienced; he was hard, aroused, his cock desperately sensitive and his skin tight and--
He sat up, suddenly, the sheet falling away to reveal his erect member bound by the cockring riding snugly at its base. He frowned. He hadn't put that there, and he certainly knew better than to not put away his toys when he was done with them. This could be dangerous. He thought quickly, wondering if there was anyone devious enough to play this kind of practical joke on their captain. But Bones had often referred to any contact with Jim's dick requiring a ten-foot pole (unless he meant it was one--Jim was still figuring that out) and Spock was... Spock was Spock, and he couldn't think of anyone else who would have the balls to break into his room, give him a stiffy, and slap a cockring on him without so much as a goodnight kiss.
And he was due on the bridge in ten minutes.
His efforts to remove the device, however, accomplished nothing but a jolt of arousal. The thing would not budge. And every tug, every quiver, every delicate attempt to dislodge the ring only served to stimulate his already-monumental arousal. Jim was familiar with sex toys, but he couldn't find any hidden clasp, any strange element which would fix this one in place so securely. It didn't even seem to be superglued or anything crude like that--it spun freely (if snugly) when he rotated it. It just wouldn't come off.
"Well, damn," he said to the room at large. He'd have to get dressed as best he could--wouldn't be the first time he'd inadvertently displayed a boner in the corridors of the Enterprise--and try to get to Sickbay or something. Or, if McCoy was unavailable by some perverse stroke of ill luck, serve his shift with his legs crossed.
[OOC-Have a James T. Kirk! He doesn't realize, of course, that he's at the hotel. I am open to anything: you can assume he's in the hallway dressed and attempting to speak to you with his hard-on under tight pants, you can come in while he's still naked catch him trying to get it off. You can laugh at him, help him out, be totally clueless, or take advantage in any way you can think of up to and including dub/non-con but excluding bathroom stuff and vore.
Males, females and other, 18+ unless you want to plead your case. Prefs here and (more or less) at rabbit hole.]
He groaned aloud. This wasn't any sort of morning wood he'd ever experienced; he was hard, aroused, his cock desperately sensitive and his skin tight and--
He sat up, suddenly, the sheet falling away to reveal his erect member bound by the cockring riding snugly at its base. He frowned. He hadn't put that there, and he certainly knew better than to not put away his toys when he was done with them. This could be dangerous. He thought quickly, wondering if there was anyone devious enough to play this kind of practical joke on their captain. But Bones had often referred to any contact with Jim's dick requiring a ten-foot pole (unless he meant it was one--Jim was still figuring that out) and Spock was... Spock was Spock, and he couldn't think of anyone else who would have the balls to break into his room, give him a stiffy, and slap a cockring on him without so much as a goodnight kiss.
And he was due on the bridge in ten minutes.
His efforts to remove the device, however, accomplished nothing but a jolt of arousal. The thing would not budge. And every tug, every quiver, every delicate attempt to dislodge the ring only served to stimulate his already-monumental arousal. Jim was familiar with sex toys, but he couldn't find any hidden clasp, any strange element which would fix this one in place so securely. It didn't even seem to be superglued or anything crude like that--it spun freely (if snugly) when he rotated it. It just wouldn't come off.
"Well, damn," he said to the room at large. He'd have to get dressed as best he could--wouldn't be the first time he'd inadvertently displayed a boner in the corridors of the Enterprise--and try to get to Sickbay or something. Or, if McCoy was unavailable by some perverse stroke of ill luck, serve his shift with his legs crossed.
[OOC-Have a James T. Kirk! He doesn't realize, of course, that he's at the hotel. I am open to anything: you can assume he's in the hallway dressed and attempting to speak to you with his hard-on under tight pants, you can come in while he's still naked catch him trying to get it off. You can laugh at him, help him out, be totally clueless, or take advantage in any way you can think of up to and including dub/non-con but excluding bathroom stuff and vore.
Males, females and other, 18+ unless you want to plead your case. Prefs here and (more or less) at rabbit hole.]