for adm_chris_pike -- Stress unfold

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock had spent the larger part of the day studying. His exam to get into the Vulcan Science Academy was coming close and even if everyone knew Spock would make one the highest grades in the history of the Academy Spock himself was doubtful. An unusual character flaw that was most likely a human fault. As well as his stress levels not being able to

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[thevulcanfirst]

Spock took a seat in his desk chair so that he could speak with Chris. "It is not that I am unhappy but that the test for the Academy is coming close." he looked a Chris knowing he could trust Christopher now more than anyone with this. "And I am quite stressed from it."

[thevulcanfirst]

He runs a hand through his slave’s hair. "Slow down Christopher," he orders. The words fall to quickly from Chris' mouth Spock thinks. Almost too eager to please.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock frown’s his brow and stands. He presses his chest to Christopher's and looks down at him. "You are out of line Slave," he reminds him softly. He can't take this kind of stress right now. Spock expected this of Christopher, the man was still getting used to his position but Spock could not and would not take this from him. Not today.

[thevulcanfirst]

He does it before he can stop himself, his hand comes flying out and the back of his hand smacks against Christopher's face. The sick sound it makes does nothing to calm the frustration inside of the hybrid. "Do not test me tonight Christopher. You are already in enough trouble." Spock does not take kindly to this at all. "And the next time I order you to slow down you will. Understand?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock presses his fist to his forehead. "Do not move Christopher. Not at all." And with that quick and angry order Spock removes himself from the situation. He will not harm Christopher like this even if he is willing. Their relationship is to be mutual not one over the other.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock stops dead in his tracks and turns to give Chris a look of fair warning before he doesn't just slap him. Spock full out punches him and grabs his shirt to yank him forward then throw him back against the desk where he pins Chris down. "You-" his voice is oddly calm for someone with such rage in their eyes. "-do not order me. I order you. You are my slave and you are so far out of line that I do not even wish to correct you." he takes in a deep breath as his hand tightens around Christopher's neck. “I am going to punish you worse than ever. Do you understand Christopher? I am not speaking of a simple flogging that you will quickly recover from.”

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock holds him down, pressing harder and harder until he knows that the human can’t take anymore. He knows Chris' limits but he wants to break them so bad at the moment so show Christopher the power he has over him. That he is the Master and not the slave. Spock presses just a little too much and he knows that he could lose Chris forever...

...he lets go. Just as he know Chris' vision is blackening. He lets go and for some reason he feels like he's the one who has been chocked. Turning away from Christopher he speaks. "Go into the other room." Spock knows that Chris understand that he means 'go into the room where I punish you.' It’s the same room that told all the things Spock uses on Christopher. Whips, bindings, toys. Whatever it was it was in there. There were only a few times when Chris was to go inside, maybe to get something or to be shown something but on those days where Chris would forget his place such like now he would be punished in there but only for those few, few times when he really did over step his place.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock stokes in, clearly angry. His face though stays the same as ever and everything else to. He looks like the perfect example of Vulcan control at its finest. But it’s his eyes. On the outside he has the show of a Dom, a Master, what Christopher needs and on the inside he's getting his pleasure. But now. Now he's just really angry so instead of soft gentle hands come to hook him up a harsh hand grips the back of Chris' hair and shoves him forward.

Spock grabs both of Chris' wrist and wrap them in rope, hard, coarse rope instead of the safe cuffs normally used. "Up." the short word didn't give any hint to his anger but he jerked Christopher up to his feet and pulled the S-hook down enough to put Chris on it.

Backing away he looked at the man. "You have lost all rights to your safeword Christopher." And there it was. The one thing that Spock had never done before but right now it seemed perfectly logical and right.