It was 0600 hours on the Cardassian/Dominion space station Terok Nor. Security Chief Odo slumbered in liquid form on the floor of his quarters. Meanwhile, a lovely male Vorta slept naked in his bed. It was Ambassador Weyoun, his lover. His regeneration complete, Odo reformed and slid into bed beside him. "Weyoun", he whispered. Odo wanted him.

Odo was rough with Weyoun that morning, and the Vorta cried out in pain. Odo was full of remorse, hating himself for what he'd done. As he sat on the edge of the bed, Weyoun hugged him from behind. He reassured the shapeshifter in hushed velvet tones."It's alright My Love, you haven't hurt me.You caused me a little pain, that's all. You didn't mean to - I won't forgive you because there's nothing to forgive." He held Odo's smooth face, and turned it to meet his tender kiss.

They took a leisurely shower together. After they'd soaped each others slender torsos, Odo poured more cleanser onto his hand and massaged it into his lover's genitals. Weyoun held on to Odo's shoulders as the shapeshifter's firm hand gripped his penis. Then he closed his eyes and sighed as a soapy finger slid in and out of his rectum.

Odo turned his back to the Vorta and braced himself against the cubicle wall. Weyoun put his arms around Odo's waist and pushed his erect member between the Changeling's buttocks. He held Odo tightly and inserted himself as far as he could go. He made thrusting movements with his hips, keeping his belly tight against his lover's rump. Odo's insides contracted and relaxed rhythmically and caressed the Vorta's penis. Weyoun buried his face between the shapeshifter's shoulders and stifled a moan, as he ejaculated deep within him.

They vacated the cubicle, and as they towelled each other, Odo gave his lover a meaningful look. Weyoun had a duty to perform, one which he didn't mind at all. Odo had stored the Vorta's orgasmic emission inside himself, and needed relief. Weyoun knelt before Odo and sucked his penis. He stroked the Changeling's anal cleft and pushed his fingers inside, as he swallowed the warm, recycled cum.

Weyoun was very hungry. He sat down to a large breakfast, and between mouthfuls of fried egg, sausage and bacon, he spoke. "There's something I want to talk to you about Odo, and this seems like an appropriate moment. There's something I'd like to try, something we might enjoy doing together......."

Odo cherished Weyoun. Whatever else he might be, he was the most affectionate and demonstrative of lovers. He was adventurous, uninhibited, and Odo looked forward to their time together. He happily returned the Vorta's affection. Now Weyoun was asking for something which was adventurous, but not affectionate at all. He asked Odo to think carefully before giving him an answer. He said he wouldn't pressure him, or try to manipulate him. "You have to want it too, Odo."

Odo could hardly think about anything else that day. He'd never had so much trouble concentrating on his work. He thought back to the time before he'd ever 'coupled' - his work fulfilled him, and he never even thought about sex. Had he been happy? He couldn't remember. One thing he was certain of, however - he was going to tell Weyoun "No." He wouldn't, COULDN'T do this thing.

Weyoun's quarters were luxurious by station standards. He'd chosen the plush carpets and most of the furnishings himself. All the decorations and most of the furniture the previous occupant had left behind had been thrown out, but he'd kept the bed - it was very comfortable. It was in fact an antique cast iron bedstead the owner had brought with them from earth. The beauty of it's curved ironwork was lost on Weyoun, but now at least he'd found a good use for it.

Weyoun greeted his visitor at the door. The Vorta looked ravishing. He wore tight black leather trousers, long black leather boots, and a cream silk shirt, slit to the waist. Odo returned his welcoming kiss, but resisted the urge to reach inside the open shirt and stroke a nipple.

Weyoun reclined in an easy chair with his feet upon a small table, ankles crossed. On the table were two strips of black silk, and a multi-coloured jar of Risan design. Weyoun was holding a leather riding crop. He regarded Odo seriously as he stroked it's smooth black shaft. What's going on here? Odo asked himself. Pressure? Manipulation? Temptation?

Odo sighed. The events of that morning had shown him he was capable of less than gentle conduct with Weyoun, and the Vorta was clearly serious about his request. Odo didn't really want to disappoint his lover - it was only a game after all. Alright. He'd co-operate, play along - but only as far as he could.

"So My Love, what's it to be?"

Silence. A moment of doubt. Then Odo answered confidently. He said "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I WANT to."

Weyoun rose to his feet and stripped in front of his lover. He took the crop, went to Odo and stood naked and aroused before him. He kissed the black leather shaft, letting his lips linger for a moment. He bowed his head, and offered the crop to Odo with open palms.

Odo replaced his security uniform with a 'leather' creation of his own. One-piece, black, and figure hugging, complete with gauntlets and boots - and it smelled like the real thing. He held the crop behind Weyoun's back - the Vorta shivered when it touched his bare skin. Holding it at both ends, Odo encircled his lover and drew him close.

Weyoun inhaled the aroma of Odo's leather skin and felt it's texture against his naked body. It thrilled him. "Perfect," he whispered. He looked up and gazed adoringly at the Changeling with his impossibly blue eyes. Odo hugged and kissed him, and Weyoun feared he was having second thoughts. He didn't want to stop now, having come this far. He went down on his knees before his lover and embraced his thighs. The side of his face came to rest against Odo's belly. "Please, Odo, my dearest love...." There was emotion in the Vorta's sensuous voice. "All I want is for you to show me."

"Show you what, Weyoun?" Odo ran his fingers through the Vorta's hair. "Show me what it's like to be helpless. Show me how it feels to be at the mercy of another being. I want to know, and I want you to teach me......" His tone had changed to one of playful lust. He looked up at Odo and grinned impishly.

Odo knew what it was like to be helpless, and at another being's mercy. Dr Mora, for all that he loved Odo, had caused him pain and terrible fear - and a plain, simple Cardassian tailor had actually tortured him. What Weyoun wanted done to him was nothing in comparison - it was a game, and he need not be afraid. Odo held him under his arms and pulled him to his feet.

"Do you trust me, Weyoun?"

"Of course I do, My Love." Weyoun sighed happily as the Changeling sucked hard on his neck, and a bruise began to form. So the game began.

Odo blindfolded the Vorta with a strip of black silk and pushed him onto the bed. Weyoun landed on his back. He moved to turn onto his front, but Odo ordered him to keep still. The shapeshifter pulled Weyoun's arms behind him, and using the second silk strip, secured his wrists to the bed.

Weyoun tugged at his bonds - they held fast. Odo took the crop and began to trace a pattern all over the Vorta's body. First the inside of one arm, then the other, and across his chest. The crop lingered over each sensitive nipple making his whole body tremble. It stroked his flanks, his belly, and took turns at each slender thigh. It caressed his balls and brushed his penis with it's leather tip. Weyoun moaned with excitement and delight.

Odo untied the Vorta, turned him onto his front, and secured his wrists once more. The crop ran across his shoulders, zig-zagged down his spine and stroked the backs of his thighs. Weyoun felt it being drawn along the back of his scrotum and into his anal cleft. Then it came down hard across his buttocks. He gasped with pain and surprise.

"So, Weyoun, why are we here? What could you possibly have done to deserve such.... such punishment?" The Vorta considered his reply. He hesitated too long, and the crop came down again - a little harder than before. Weyoun yelped, and Odo watched, fascinated, at the two red welts forming on his lover's behind.

"I.... I seduced a Founder..."

"Now that sounds very serious. Are you sure it was you who seduced him, and not the other way about?"

"No. I took advantage of him. I violated him and abused him. It was my doing, all mine."

"You seem very sure. Perhaps you should tell me about it. What exactly happened?"

"I followed him to his quarters one night. He invited me, but I needn't have gone. I shouldn't have. I was about to leave, when he touched me. All he did was touch my face. I didn't even know why he was doing it. But I went ahead and kissed him. And I shamelessly rubbed my hard cock against him so that he'd know I wanted him. What else could he do but take me to his bed? I encouraged him to touch my naked body, while I touched every part of his. I even sucked his cock until he'd almost come. Then I offered myself for his gratification, and he... "

"And he gave in to you - because by then he was unable to do anything else!" Odo pretended to be disgusted, and struck Weyoun twice. The Vorta cried out each time. "How many times have you done this?" Odo demanded to know. "Who else have you taken advantage of? What about those pathetic Jem'Hadar? Have you had any of them?"

Weyoun threw back his head and laughed. "Do you know they're sexless? I only found out when I got into bed with one of them. It was a young specimen - I thought I'd 'complete it's education'. It's upper torso was fairly agreeable, though scaly and a little rough. But when I felt between it's legs I was shocked. I pulled the covers away and saw there was nothing - no cock, no balls, not even an asshole! It's mouth proved more than adequate though, and I taught it to give excellent head. I fucked it's mouth on several memorable occasions."

Odo closed his eyes and pictured his lover being fellated by the Jem'Hadar. He could see him sat on the edge of the bed, holding the creature's head in place. He saw him thrusting into it's mouth and leaning back as his pleasure increased. He imagined the expression on his face and his moans of delight as his orgasm approached. Then a brief silence and tension in his body, as the moment of ecstasy arrived. Odo saw his back arch and heard his joyful cry, as hot Vorta semen spilled into the mouth of the Jem'Hadar. It was a pleasing image, indeed.

"I'm appalled at you, Weyoun." Odo scolded. "That Jem'Hadar must have been humiliated when you discovered it's secret. I expect it would have done anything to please you, if it thought that to do so would stop you revealing it's 'inadequacies'. And now you've betrayed the poor creature - after all the pleasure it gave you."

Four times the crop came down, and Weyoun gave a drawn-out, mournful cry. It startled Odo - he hadn't heard him make that sound before - and he couldn't tell whether it indicated pleasure or pain. He was concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked "Do you want to stop?"

"NO! Please Odo, you mustn't stop!" the Vorta gasped. Odo knelt beside him and stroked his back. "Hush now, I'm not going to stop." His tone was soothing. "I won't stop unless you ask me to. Now tell me - have you ever had sex with a human?" Weyoun took a moment to compose himself before he answered.

"There was a black man, a valuable Federation prisoner - he was a starship commander. He was being exchanged for one or our own, and I was escorting him back to Federation space. I had him brought to my quarters. He realised I was planning to fuck him - he undressed in front of me without being told. He was tall and muscular - and very well endowed. He stood proudly as I looked at his body. I reached out and touched his smooth black chest. Then he reached out to me and started pulling at my clothes. I was angry with him - how dare he touch me! I raised my arm and attempted to strike him, but he caught my wrist and held it. He looked at me - there was no fear in his eyes. And from that moment I was his - he had taken possession of me. There were two Jem'Hadar guards in the room, and I had to tell them to turn their backs - I couldn't let them see I wasn't in control.

I'd set out to fuck him and take what I could from him, but we ended up making love to each other - we both gave and received. And he gave me so much pleasure I wanted to do something special for him, so for the very first time I allowed myself to be penetrated. It was very painful, because of his size - but while it was happening I thought about the lovely man who was doing it to me. It was HIS prick I could feel inside me, his enjoyment of me causing the pain. And the pain didn't stop then or for some time after he'd come - but I loved it! I had discovered the joy of surrendering to someone exceptional. I also realised I could feel pain and pleasure at the same time......"

Odo's eyes were closed and he was rubbing his groin. His breathing was heavy. He didn't speak for several seconds, and he forgot to strike Weyoun. "Have you ever been with another Vorta?" he asked in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.

"One time Keevan and I were together."

"Keevan!" Odo hissed. "You fucked with Keevan?"

"Yes. We fucked each other."

Odo didn't need to hear Weyoun's description of events. Just the thought of the two lovely Vorta naked together, touching, kissing, getting each other hard, was enough to drive him to a frenzy. He moaned with pleasure.

Odo didn't know where he was anymore - he was out of control. He raised Weyoun's hips, and re-positioned him with his knees bent under him. Then he lay into him with all his Changeling strength. He shouted at him, calling him all the disgusting names he could think of. He couldn't hear his pleas and agonised cries. He just didn't know he was hitting him far too hard.

Odo finished beating Weyoun and regained his senses. Then he recoiled in horror at what he saw. Weyoun was straining at his bonds and looked pitiful. But the horror was in seeing his injuries - and knowing that he, Odo, had inflicted them. The poor Vorta's buttocks were covered in blood. Each brutal blow - Odo hadn't counted them - had broken the skin. Weyoun didn't make a sound, but Odo knew he was in agony.

Odo released Weyoun from the black silk that covered his eyes and bound his wrists, and held him. All the strength seemed to have gone from his body and there was a look of disbelief on his face. His eyes were filled with tears. Odo thought they had never looked so beautiful. He kissed him with a mixture of tenderness and passion.

"Oh Weyoun, oh My Love...." Odo wept. "I'm so sorry.... I didn't mean to do this to you.... I never meant to hurt you so..... Oh Weyoun!" He buried his face in the Vorta's soft black hair, his heart breaking. Then suddenly, Weyoun was laughing. Odo looked at him in dismay. Weyoun was in terrible pain but could still manage a smile. "Just look what you've done, Odo.........You'd better make it better, hadn't you......."

Odo lay the stricken Vorta face down on a dry part of the bed. Weyoun had evidently come during his ordeal. "Lie still Weyoun - I have a dermal regenerator."

"No," the Vorta protested. "This is my punishment...... I deserve it".

"Oh Weyoun, don't...." Odo reluctantly put the regenerator aside. The wounds still required attention.

Poor Weyoun. Odo felt so sorry for him as he trembled and moaned with the pain, but he wouldn't be helped. The shapeshifter gently bathed him and towelled him dry. He tried so hard not to hurt him, but to no avail. Again, he offered treatment with the dermal regenerator - once more the answer was no. This time, however, Weyoun asked for something to be brought from the small table in the other room - a coloured glass jar of Risan design.

Odo dipped into the jar, and coated his palms generously with it's contents - a rich cream that felt pleasantly cool. He tentatively laid his hands on the Vorta's wounds. Weyoun winced and cried out, but Odo persisted. He tenderly caressed his lover's buttocks, as he'd done many times before. The supple flesh felt very warm beneath his cool hands. The cream began to soothe, and Odo dipped into the jar again and again. The caresses were followed by gentle kisses - Odo's lips barely touched the delicate skin. The sensations they produced caused Weyoun to draw breath, and let out a rapturous moan.

Weyoun's pain had become intensely pleasurable - he cried with the sheer joy of it. Odo had become highly aroused, but wouldn't let his penis form. Weyoun reached out to the Changeling. "Don't be afraid to fuck me Odo, if that's what you want." The leather 'clothing' disappeared and Odo's member grew big and stiff in his groin.

Weyoun returned to the bent over position and Odo made love to him. The pain of his penetration was exquisite. He wished he could die with Odo inside him. When their shared ecstasy had passed, Odo slipped beneath the Vorta, moulding himself to his slender form. He wiped away his lover's tears and held him. Weyoun began to drift off to sleep. The pain had gone almost completely. In the morning, Odo could heal him properly with the dermal regenerator. "Stay with me, My Love," the Vorta whispered. Odo did stay. When he could hold his shape no longer, he embraced Weyoun with his liquid self, keeping him safe and warm throughout the night.

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