Bashir
was not looking forward to this lunch. Ever since the day a few weeks
before when Garak had tried to rape him in the dressing room of his shop,
the doctor had been avoiding him. But now Garak had apologized, and
had asked that they continue their relationship on its old footing.
Bashir had felt compelled to try, so here he was in the replimat--in public,
where nothing could possibly happen, he reminded himself--waiting for the
tailor to arrive.
A voice came from behind
him, making him jump. "Hello, doctor. Thank you for responding
to my plea."
"Hello, Garak.
I decided to consider it all a mistake," Julian said generously.
Then he saw Garak's eyes. "It was a mistake, wasn't it?"
Garak cocked his head
strangely as he sat down with his tray. "From your point of view,
I suppose it was. From mine..." He trailed off, shrugging his
massive shoulders.
Julian decided not
to pursue the subject. He had another sip of his tea. They
sat in silence. Uncomfortable silence.
"Don't you want to
know what I think about it?" Garak ventured.
"I suppose that means
you're going to tell me." Bashir's smile was more like a grimace.
Garak chuckled.
"Oh, doctor, I always forget how very young you are. As beings age
they can't always pick and choose their partners for gratification.
Which is my case exactly, at the moment."
Julian's eyes widened.
"What are you trying to say, Garak?"
"Only that there isn't
much opportunity for me to get satisfaction on this station, as you would
realize if you ever stopped to think about anyone but yourself."
Julian flushed angrily.
"I'm sorry, Garak. I'm sorry that you're lonely. But it isn't
my fault. You can get satisfaction in a holosuite. And just
because I don't want to sleep with you
doesn't mean that I'm self centered."
Garak laughed, but
not with humor. His eyes flashed in a way that sent a chill down
Julian's spine. "Sleep with you? What a comfortable euphemism.
I have no desire to sleep with you, doctor. What I want to do is
fuck you."
As fear struck at Julian's
heart, arousal struck at his groin. He leapt up from the table in
a rage.
"Oh, do sit down, doctor,"
Garak whispered, leaning back in his chair. "I'm not going to throw
you down right here and take you. And don't try to tell me that you've
never had a sexual thought about me, because I won't believe it."
A few people at other
tables had glanced in their direction, their eyes attracted more by Bashir's
abrupt movements than by Garak's soft voice. Julian thought of one
or two passing
fantasies he'd had about Garak. Revolted,
he pushed them to the back of his mind. He sat down slowly.
"Look, Garak," he said
reasonably, trying to still his beating heart, "to be perfectly honest,
I'm not attracted to you. I'd hate to lose our friendship, but if
you keep talking to me
like that, I won't meet you any more."
Garak sighed.
"How tedious," he said brightly, "but I never really expected another answer.
Before we drop the subject, doctor, just promise me that if you change
your mind you'll let me know."
"I certainly will,
Garak. You'll be the first to know," Julian said wryly.
"That's settled then,"
Garak said with apparent relief. "Now, on to other things."
A few weeks later, Julian
was practicing racquetball in one of Quark's holosuites. He had worked
up quite a sweat, and was completely lost in the rhythm of the game, when
the door slid open and Garak walked in, carrying a small exercise bag very
much like the one standing by the door that held Julian's clean uniform.
"Good afternoon, doctor,"
Garak said courteously. "I was gratified to find that you finally
left the door unsecured."
Bashir didn't stop
playing. "Hello, Garak," he said breathlessly. "It was an oversight.
Anyway, I didn't know you played racquetball."
"I don't," smiled the
tailor.
Julian missed a shot
and turned to stare at him. "Then what are you doing here?"
"Ah," Garak said mysteriously,
"you are just about to find out. Computer," he said loudly, "override
current program. Run Garak, gamma dash 25 with personal voice print
override only."
Julian gaped as the
scene changed around him. Suddenly, he stood in a sumptuous bedroom
hung everywhere with tapestries and fine fabrics. A large, square
bed occupied the middle of the room, covered simply in white linen sheets.
"What is this?" Julian
asked angrily. "Bring back my program--I'm not finished practicing."
"Oh, yes you are,"
Garak countered. He zipped open the bag and dumped its contents on
the bed. Julian briefly saw a tangle of leather straps and steel
rings as he stalked to the door.
"Computer, end program,"
he said firmly. Nothing happened. "Computer, emergency exit,
Bashir 2, alpha, sigma, 3."
"Access denied," the
computer voice said simply.
"Security to holosuite
2!" Julian yelled.
"Garak voice print
not confirmed," the computer said neutrally.
"How did you override
my code?" Julian asked in horror.
"A bit of latinum did
the trick," Garak said, busily untangling whatever he had dumped out of
the bag.
"What is that?" Julian
asked, fascinated in spite of himself.
"Something you will
soon become intimately acquainted with," Garak said pleasantly.
"No," Julian said vehemently,
"you're not putting that thing on me."
"You can't get out
of here," Garak observed.
"I'll fight you.
You'll have to hurt me to do it. You don't want to hurt me, do you,
Garak?" he coaxed. "We're friends, after all. Just let me out."
Garak shook his head.
"I was afraid you'd feel that way," he said with mock sadness. Dropping
the tangle of thongs and rings, he clapped his hands four times.
Out of thin air materialized
four young men. All were naked save for a black pouch holding their
genitals. All were Bajoran, but one had Julian's own face.
"Garak, really!" Julian
exclaimed, staring at his reflection as he backed up against the wall.
"Did you have to go that far?"
"I have to amuse myself
when you aren't around," Garak shrugged.
The good doctor put
up a decent fight, Garak thought admiringly, but holosuite people, whatever
their size, could be as strong as you liked, short of crushing your bones.
And these
young specters were strong. Soon, Julian
was spread-eagled on the bed with one slave holding each limb. His
skintight exercise outfit was stretched taut over his crotch, and the outline
of his genitals stood out in relief.
Garak stood at the
foot of the bed and observed him carefully. "Too bad, doctor.
No erection yet. We'll soon take care of that."
"You can't make me
want you, Garak," Julian said defiantly. Sweat dripped from his forehead
and his limbs trembled slightly.
Garak laughed.
"We'll see about that. I'm going to give you an incentive to want
me," he said. "Believe me, you'll come around. Willingly, even.
Cover his eyes," he ordered the
phantom servants.
Julian's hands came
together suddenly and were held in the vice-like grasp of one slave, while
another held a cloth over his eyes. He didn't have much leisure to
contemplate that change, however, as a more alarming one occurred at another
part of his
anatomy. The sound of ripping fabric coincided
with a cool breeze over his genitals.
"Sorry, doctor," Garak
sighed, "it was a nice outfit. Come by the shop any time and I'll
give you a new one. Free of charge, of course."
Cool hands picked up
Julian's penis, which had now retracted to its smallest size. He
had the feeling that it was being inserted repeatedly into something cold
and hard. After about
the third insertion, it started to grow erect.
The hands thrust it quickly through twice more, and then the tip was pinched
in something small and cold. His balls were gently squeezed into
some sort of container, and then seemed to dangle free. The cloth
was removed from his eyes.
"There you are, doctor.
What do you think?"
Julian looked down
at himself. He was still dressed in his exercise uniform, but his
genitals protruded through a neat slit in the front. His penis was
tightly encased in six metal hoops of graduated sizes, with the smallest
at the tip, connected by a hard piece of leather about seven inches long.
The largest hoop held his scrotum in its cool grip. Garak knelt on
the bed between his legs and engulfed Julian's captive penis in his mouth.
Julian gasped at the pain as the blood rushed into his hardening organ,
pulling the lower ring taut against his scrotum. "I think it's dangerous,"
he exclaimed. "Why doesn't the holosuite safety override kick in?"
An awful thought hit him. "Garak! Have you disabled it?"
"No, no, even I wouldn't
be so daring. But you haven't actually been hurt... yet. And
besides, this device wasn't generated by the holosuite; it's very real."
Garak watched Julian's
face as he continued to caress and lick the doctor's penis. One of
the slaves rolled Julian's nipples hard between his fingers. Julian
groaned as more and
more blood was trapped in his erection, quickly
making it rock hard. The sensations ranged from delightful to excruciating.
"How do I get out of this thing?" he cried.
"Simple, doctor.
You have to come. But it won't be easy."
For once in his life,
Bashir was at a loss for words.
Garak clapped his hands
once and the simulated slaves released Bashir's limbs. His hands
flew to his tortured penis, clawing at the rings. At a nod of Garak's
head, two of the
slaves grabbed his arms again, holding them
away from his erection.
"Garak, have a heart,"
Julian pleaded.
Garak laughed and shook
his head. "Oh, how you malign me, doctor. Trying to remove
the device in your present state could cause you permanent injury.
I'm simply protecting you from yourself."
"All right, I see your
point," Julian conceded. "Let me go, and I won't touch it."
Garak nodded again
and Bashir's unreal captors released him. Julian sat up and examined
the device with as much rational attention as he could spare from his present
dilemma: he desperately wanted to have an orgasm, and yet the very thought
of
coming sent him into spasms of pain.
"What do you want me
to do?" he asked at last.
"What! Defeated already?"
Garak exclaimed. "I thought you had more fight in you than that."
"When I get out of
this, you'll see how much fight I have in me," Julian said through clenched
teeth. "But, for right now, I'm willing to play along with you since
you seem to hold all the cards." His hands strayed to his afflicted
organ. "I just want out of this, Garak. Tell me what to do."
"And you'll do it?"
Garak asked with delight.
"That depends," Julian
answered warily.
"No, no, no.
On the contrary--your choice is simple." Garak treated him to an
oily smile. "The only issue is whether you want to get out of that
device badly enough. That's all you
have to consider."
"What if I refuse the
choice?" Julian said furiously. "Fine. Right now you have me
stuck in a barbaric device. But eventually someone will come looking
for me, and there won't be
anything you can do about it."
Garak's eyes flashed
with excitement and anger, and he pointed to the bag. "Right now,"
he said quietly, "you may not think that things could get any worse.
But they can. Believe
me, my dear doctor, they can get much worse."
Julian believed him.
He choked back his response and looked silently at Garak. It would
be better if he tried not to show his anger and invite new torments, the
thought of which visibly excited the Cardassian. He tried to breathe
evenly and be patient; he stared down at his reddening cock, wondering
how much harder it could get. Veins stood out starkly in the shaft
where the rings bit red marks into his flesh. Garak waited.
"I'll do what you want," Julian said finally.
"Splendid, doctor,"
he said enthusiastically. "Soon we won't be able to tell the difference
between you and your alter ego here"--he indicated the simulated slave--"except
for the nose ridges."
Now Julian waited,
feigning submission. Rage built inside him as the aching of his cock
and balls began to exceed anything in his experience.
"All right, doctor,"
said Garak finally, a bit disappointed, "let's see how well you've learned
your lesson. Take off what's left of your clothes." Bashir
complied instantly without saying a word. "So far, so good," Garak
remarked. "Now for the second test." He opened his pants and
pulled out his own erect member. "Kneel down and satisfy me," he ordered
simply.
"How?" Julian asked
without looking at his face.
Garak shrugged.
"However you wish."
Feeling light-headed
from pain and arousal, Julian knelt before Garak and took the Cardassian's
member into his hands. It was shaped much like a Terran penis, especially
at the head, which was partially hidden by a smooth foreskin much like
Julian's own. The major difference was that the shaft of Garak's
organ was covered in leathery, gray skin, rough to the touch, with three
bulky ridges running down its length. The thing was
large, as well, and too thick to fit comfortably
in Julian's hand.
"Can you feel anything
through this thick skin?" he asked.
"Ah! Such concern
for my pleasure! I commend you, doctor. Yes, I can feel more
than you'd think. But the head is the site of my most exquisite sensations,
so I would advise you to concentrate on that."
Julian began to stroke
Garak's member with one hand, exploring with the other the space between
Garak's legs, where he seemed to keep a very well-protected, solid bulge
that must be his scrotum.
"Not much sensation
there, doctor," Garak said regretfully, "unlike you Terrans. But
then it makes you vulnerable, too, doesn't it?"
Julian didn't answer,
but continued to stroke him without much enthusiasm.
"We'll never get there
at this rate, doctor," Garak said with annoyance, "and that means you'll
never get out of your fix." He thought a moment. "But why am
I continuing to call you
doctor, while you call me plain Garak?
Hurry, slave, take your master's cock in your mouth."
Julian would rather
have done anything else, but he fearfully complied. He realized with
horror that he was starting to feel like a slave. Was pain all it
took to enslave a free
person? As he sucked Garak's cock, he
sincerely hoped not. His own cock seemed to be at the point of bursting,
and when one of the simulations knelt and took it into his hand, Julian
gasped and doubled over, leaving Garak's member hanging in mid air.
"Don't forget what
you were doing, slave," Garak warned.
Julian again started
sucking Garak's erection, realizing as he did so that the simulated slave
was taking his own strapped penis into his mouth. He ventured a glance
down. It was the slave with his own face, of course. As he
grimaced in fury, his teeth closed hard on the head of Garak's cock, and
the Cardassian came, releasing spurts of hot liquid down Julian's throat.
It tasted strong and alkaline. Julian swallowed it as quickly as
possible. The simulation let go of his penis and withdrew.
Now what's he going
to do to me? Julian wondered silently. And then he noticed with
horror that Garak's erection hadn't gone down. Not a bit. He
withdrew the organ from his mouth and looked at it incredulously.
Garak laughed.
"That's right, doctor. It takes three or four orgasms to make a Cardassian
lose his erection. But, if you like, we can do something else now."
Guessing with dread
what that might be, Bashir started sucking on Garak's member again, trying
to bring him off at least once more this way.
"Oh, no, slave," Garak
said, "I have something else in mind for you. Something I've heard
you like. Lie there," he ordered. "Legs apart."
Julian lay over the
side of the bed with his legs spread wide. With terror, he discovered
that his hard-on was growing, making the rings bite still more painfully
into his tender flesh,
pulling his scrotum ever tighter against the
lower ring. Garak quickly stood between his legs, placing his cock
at Julian's opening. A slave handed him something that turned out
to be
lubricant. Julian waited, trying to relax.
One finger, then two entered him, spreading a slippery substance inside
and out.
"Although your impertinence
doesn't merit it," Garak commented, "this will keep my skin from tearing
you apart inside. Aren't you glad to hear that?" Julian most
certainly was.
The fingers were retracted,
and Garak's thick erection started to press him open. Although it
wasn't as large as Odo's, it was less pliable, and Julian felt stretched
to the breaking
point. He tried to relax and open himself
to the invader. Garak slid all the way in and stayed that way, throbbing
inside him in a second orgasm. Julian felt the rough skin of Garak's
belly
abrade his tender ass. To his own disgust,
Julian felt incredibly aroused. He bit his lip and clenched his fists
to keep from crying out as Garak started to move in him. His prostate
ached terribly, and, each time Garak's member pressed into it, Julian felt
a bolt of pleasure that increased the agony in his penis and balls.
The conflicting sensations overwhelmed
him, emptying his mind of everything else.
He began to writhe under the Cardassian, gasping and moaning with arousal
in spite of himself, blushing in rage when he heard Garak's laughter.
He had no idea how
long Garak continued to thrust into him before the Cardassian came again.
Julian stayed as he had been placed even after Garak withdrew. His
agony seemed to fill the universe. He wondered dully how much vascular
damage might have been done to his member.
As if reading the doctor's
mind, Garak commented, "It isn't as bad as it feels, doctor. You're
young. You'll recover quickly."
It took Julian three
tries to find enough voice to answer. "Just tell me what to do,"
he whispered hoarsely. "I want to get this over with."
"Poor slave," Garak
said, shaking his head. "We didn't know we had such a powerful effect
on you. Let's end it quickly, then, shall we? Get up."
Julian obeyed, standing on unsteady legs, staring at his tormented penis
and wondering if it was really half again as thick as he'd ever seen it.
"Here you are," Garak said cordially, lowering his pants and bending over
the side of the bed where Julian had just been. "All I can advise
is to move slowly and persevere. Don't be discouraged if it doesn't
happen for a long while." Julian stood wavering, feeling dazed.
"Let me out of here,"
he said dully.
"Why certainly, doctor,"
Garak replied. "I'll open the door right away if that's what you
really want. But I advise you to think it over first."
Sensing a trick, Julian
forced his mind to plod slowly through the logical consequences of leaving
the holosuite. First, he'd have to stuff his swollen member into
his clothes and
stagger to the infirmary. When he got
there, he'd get the thing off--but how? Did he want an orderly to
help him? And how would he do it, with a laser cutter? He looked
at his penis; he looked at Garak, who still lay observing him with interest.
"Would you like to
leave, doctor?"
Julian swayed a bit
as he stood there. "No."
"Are you sure?
I can give you the code right now."
Julian swallowed hard,
realizing the full extent of the bind Garak had him trapped in. "No.
I'll stay."
"Well, then, don't
you want to fuck me?" Garak looked around at him expectantly.
"Of course I want to,"
Julian roared furiously, coming suddenly to life. "I want to get
out of this contraption, don't I?" He slapped some lubricant on Garak's
cleft and, with his
aching erection, started to apply steady pressure
against the opening. The first ring popped in.
"Ah," Garak sighed,
"I told you I could make you want me."
Julian was concentrating
too hard to answer, leaning into Garak's tough orifice. The second
ring popped in, then the third and fourth. Julian was breathing hard,
pushing against the pain, feeling as if there were two warring factions
in his body that fought for control of his movements. Pleasure and
pain, pain and pleasure. Each move that he made caused one or the
other, or both, arbitrarily. His body sang with sensation like a
plucked
string. The fifth ring popped in.
Garak's leathery backside was flat against his belly as the sixth ring
moved flush with the opening.
Cautiously, Julian
started pumping in and out, finding as he went on that, as long as he kept
moving, he could actually bear the pain and make some progress towards
release. As he moved, Garak moved under him, making no attempt to
stifle the sounds of satisfaction that Julian was eliciting from him.
"Harder, if you can,
doctor," he said breathlessly, "don't be afraid of hurting me."
"The thought never
crossed my mind," Julian snapped, emboldened by the position he now occupied.
"I'm just trying not to do myself permanent harm. Now, if you could
just be quiet so I could concentrate?"
"Don't press your luck,
slave," Garak retorted. "You're in my control until you've done your
job."
"Or until Quark needs
the holosuite for his next customer," Julian remarked.
"Not to worry.
I extended your rental for another two hours. At my own expense,
I might add."
"Thanks," Julian said
glumly, wincing as he gave an especially hard thrust that made Garak moan.
"You're quite welcome,"
Garak said expansively. "What are friends for?"
Julian didn't think
friends were for using, but he stifled the comment and drove on, forcing
himself towards orgasm. Sometimes he made great progress, only to
lose it all when Garak
clenched his anus and sent a spasm of pain through
Bashir's body. The Cardassian obviously knew what was involved here,
and was toying with him, dragging his torment out as long as possible.
Julian clenched his teeth against the pain and plodded on.
When he finally thought
he might be getting close, he dared to increase the frequency of his thrusts.
Garak got the signal, and took his own cock into his hand, rubbing it vigorously.
He no longer bothered to torture Julian by clenching his buns, but concentrated
on his own pleasure.
Julian thought of Odo,
of how the shapeshifter had never caused him physical pain, even when he
had held him down to fuck him. He tried to imagine extensions of
Odo's substance winding gently around his injured member, soothing away
all its misery. A few strokes later, he began to come. At first,
he was overtaken by such an intense wave of agony that he nearly lost his
balance. The agony transmuted itself into bliss and back again, and
his mind strayed lost between them, almost unable to tell the difference
during an extended moment. When his penis began to pulsate, he screamed
and pressed his belly as hard as he
could against Garak's ass.
Pulling out of Garak's
cleft with difficulty, he fell away panting onto the bed, where he lost
no time in squeezing his slightly softened penis through the hoops, aided
by the slippery
lubrication provided by his own semen.
His member was ringed by red grooves that, upon inspection, looked superficial.
He threw the device viciously into a corner.
Garak rearranged his
clothes and went over to retrieve the object. "Thank you, doctor,
for a most enjoyable time."
"As far as I'm concerned,
Garak, this was rape, and I intend to report it to the station Security
Chief." Julian glanced involuntarily at the slaves, who regarded
him insolently. His
look-alike was leering and waving a large erection
at him. "Get rid of them," he ordered.
"As you wish," Garak
sighed. "They serve no purpose now." He snapped his fingers
and they disappeared.
"As I was saying, I
intend to report this..."
"To your lover, Odo.
I know, I know. Go right ahead. But just think for a moment
about who's been fucking whom for the last hour and a half."
Julian opened his mouth
and then closed it. "An hour and a half?" he asked incredulously.
"That isn't bad," Garak
consoled him. "My first time, it took two."
"This is my first and
last time," Julian returned. "Don't try this again, I'm warning you."
"Oh, how tiresome,"
Garak yawned. "You're going to tell Odo and Kira, and they're both
going to be glaring at me for the next few months. How ridiculous."
He stood and packed the device away, along with another leather item that
looked like a tangle of straps. Julian realized it was a multi-headed
whip, covered with heavy, knotted straps. He shuddered briefly, wondering
if Garak had actually planned to do him more injury and then
restrained himself. "At any rate, my young
friend," Garak continued, moving towards the door, "if you don't want me
in here, then remember to secure the door. And I mean that," he
added with a smile that was sinister and flirtatious
at the same time. "Computer, end program Garak gamma dash 25.
Open door."
"Voice identification
confirmed. Program ended."
The door slid closed
on the blank holosuite. Julian looked at the timer. He had
another hour. He glanced at his bag, which held a clean uniform,
and then down at his penis, on which the angry red grooves had grown shallower,
but no lighter.
"Computer, place a
security lock on the door. Voice print override only. Authorization
Bashir 2, alpha, sigma, 3."
"Security lock complete."
"Run program Bashir
dash 5."
"Program complete."
In the middle of the
room, a shower stall materialized, complete with running water. A
pile of thick towels lay nearby. Bashir walked in and dropped straight
to the floor, letting the
hot water run over him.
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