"Significant Other"

DS9, Du/G, G/Du/B
by Invicta

PART 3

Julian reached out his hands to stroke and fondle Dukat and the
Cardassian gasped with pleasure at his touch. His hands roamed freely
across Dukat's back and down his legs. He admired the Cardassian's
irregular scales and markings and noted with pleasure the smoothness
of his skin. On impulse Julian reached between Dukat's thighs to find
his cock and balls. When Dukat felt himself being touched there he
moaned and pushed his ass back to get closer. Julian was pleased at this,
and he liked the feel of Dukat's hard cock as it pulsed and trembled within
his hands. He was sure that the Cardassian wouldn't have become so
aroused unless he wanted to be dominated like this. But still, while
they were alone it wouldn't hurt to make sure that Dukat was
completely happy with the situation.

"Dukat, I want you to know that you don't have to go along with
Garak's plans. If you like I'll tell him that I've changed my mind, so
that you two can be alone together. I'll even unstrap you right now if
you'd prefer."

"No! I want this, and with both of you," Dukat insisted.

"Then you give your consent to anything that I might want to do to you
as well?"

"You have my consent and my blessing..." Dukat told him.

"Good!" Julian replied, and started to fondle Dukat's buttocks in
earnest.

By the time Garak returned, Dukat was gasping with delight as Julian
kneaded and squeezed his ass repeatedly.

"Don't get him too aroused Doctor, it'll be hours before I allow him
to come," Garak said cheerfully.

"I just wanted to feel his ass; it always looks so lovely in those
tight uniform trousers," Bashir explained. "I suppose there's some
reason why you've replicated that, Garak?" he added, gesturing to the
long, deep bowl that Garak was carrying.

"Naturally. I'll explain in a moment." The dish was filled to the brim
with ice cubes. Garak placed it under Dukat on the bed so that it ran
parallel with his body from chest to stomach.

Garak tapped Dukat on the back and addressed him imperiously. "Now
Dukat, listen very carefully to what I have to say. Since I bought you
in the slave market last month you have been a less than satisfactory
acquisition. This evening, myself and my guest propose to teach you
the proper way to respond to your masters. I have just placed a tureen
of ice underneath your body. As a Cardassian, you'd be very
uncomfortable if you touched it. It's so cold, it would make your
blood freeze. For your sake I suggest you stay on all fours for the
rest of the evening. Now you won't crouch down and touch the ice, will
you?"

Dukat grinned savagely. "I don't believe you. There is no ice-
accchhh!" he yelped with shock. Julian had picked up one of the ice
cubes and pressed it firmly against his back.

"Thank you doctor; a most effective demonstration," Garak said
smilingly. "Now Dukat, as I said your conduct has been unacceptable,
and a slave has to pay for that sort of thing. So you're going to be
thrashed by my friend Julian. Do not make a single sound as you are
punished. If you do, I'll make it harder for you to avoid the ice. And
if you dare to come then the punishment will get unimaginably worse.
Do you understand all that?"

"Yes," Dukat hissed. He could not believe that Garak would be cruel
enough to use the cold against him, of all things. What kind of evil,
twisted scheme was that?

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," Dukat muttered furiously.

Julian laughed and touched him with an ice cube again. "Not quite good
enough Dukat!"

"I mean, yes master!" Dukat said quickly. The ice was horribly cold
against his warm skin. He resolved to remain very quiet during the
beating.

Garak chuckled. "I think I see an improvement in his conduct already.
What implement would you like to use Julian?" Bashir walked over to
the table and looked at the comprehensive range of punishment tools on
display. He eventually selected a long wooden paddle.

"Good choice Julian; he'll feel that all right," Garak advised him.
The two men watched with interest as Dukat turned his head nervously
and fretted in his bonds. As he couldn't see a thing, Dukat could only
speculate about what was going to happen to him.

At first Julian felt a bit self conscious and ridiculous in role of
Dukat's master, and yet he was also excited by it. He approached Dukat
and playfully caressed him across the ass with the paddle. Dukat
jumped; he was highly sensitised due to his state of arousal. He
wanted to come desperately but did not dare to.

"You can begin whenever you like Julian," Garak said softly as he
pulled a comfortable chair close to the bed and sat down. Garak was
immensely excited at the thought of what was to come. He could feel
his shaft growing hard, pressing demandingly against his trousers.
Garak could see that Julian was getting aroused too; the bulge in his
pants was becoming increasingly obvious.

Julian grinned at Garak as he flexed the paddle once or twice
experimentally before bringing it down firmly on Dukat's ass. The
sting of the blow took Dukat's breath away and he only just managed to
keep silent. For the next few minutes Julian kept paddling him
steadily, and Dukat's bottom soon became rosy red and painfully sore.
Garak watched in fascination as Julian energetically beat his lover.
It was more of a turn on than in his wildest dreams. As for Julian, he
forgot his nerves and doubts and took pleasure in what he was doing.
After all, there were thousands of Bajorans who'd pay good money to be
able to take his place!

"You're very quiet, slave," Julian taunted him. "Isn't there anything
you'd like to say at this point?" He accompanied this remark with a
stinging slap from the paddle which made Dukat wince in pain. Dukat
was sweating freely and every muscle in his body seemed to be
convulsing as the pain from the beating grew deeper. He pulled
constantly at his bonds but they were firm and he couldn't change
position. The only thing he could do to escape the paddle was to lower
his body down, and that would probably take him onto the ice.

"He seems to have lost the ability to speak," Garak observed mildly.
"That's the first time I've known that to happen!"

"What a pity," replied Julian as he paused to take a breather. "I
think he ought to express his guilt and shame for having been such a
bad slave. And I want to hear him promise to do better in future."

Garak grinned. "Perhaps he doesn't feel guilty at all. I really think
you should continue the lesson Julian..."

"As you wish," Bashir replied happily.

After Dukat had received six more hefty strokes from the paddle, he
cried out for the first time.

"What happens now?" Julian asked. Garak stood up and went to the
table. He brought back a long thin scarf and held it out for Julian to
examine. When Bashir took hold of it, he was surprised to find that it
was far heavier than it's fragile appearance would suggest.

"You're putting a weight on him!" Julian exclaimed.

"Yes. There is 1 kilo of zinnoradic ison sewn into the centre area of
the scarf. I also used a small amount of it at the edges to stop the
material from slipping off him," Garak said smugly.

Julian nodded his understanding. Zinnoradic ison was one of the
densest and yet also the most pliable metals in the quadrant. It could
be shaped easily and it was ideal for this purpose. Julian was
impressed.

"Garak, you fiend! Each of the scarves will weigh him down and
increase the chance of him falling on to the ice. What a totally cruel
concept; I love it!"

"It does demonstrate a certain ingenuity on my part, I have to admit.
I made the scarves myself. The tools of my trade can come in useful
from time to time."

"I told you I'd make it harder for you to avoid the ice if you made a
sound," Garak reminded Dukat as he put the scarf across his back.
Dukat tried to shake it off but was unable to.

"Don't try that," Garak told him menacingly. Dukat froze.

"Elim please, don't make me fall, I don't want to get cold!" Dukat
pleaded.

"Ah, I see you weren't paying attention when I told you not to speak.
Very well," Garak commented. He placed another scarf across Dukat's
back. Trembling with fear and desire, Dukat said nothing more.

"By the way Dukat, I should tell you that the bowl has it's own power
source for refrigeration. So if you were thinking that the ice might
be melting in this warmth then you'd be wrong. Julian, will you please
continue? Just keep applying another scarf each time he makes a noise."

As Julian laid on another round of blows, Garak found that the bulge
in his pants was now too painful to bear. He opened his trousers and
allowed his large, grey cock to thrust freely upwards. Julian smiled
at this enticing sight and licked his lips but didn't stop what he was
doing. As the flogging continued, Dukat could no longer hold back
his cries. After every stroke he groaned or whimpered, and Julian
carefully added another scarf to his back each time. More than once
Bashir paused for a moment and studied Dukat's bottom carefully.

"I don't want to hurt him too much," he told Garak at one point.

"Of course not, but he can take a lot more strokes than this. Don't be
concerned, Julian; I'll tell you when he's had enough."

"And what about his back?" Julian could see that Dukat was now
drooping under the weight of the scarves. His belly was significantly
closer to the ice than before.

Garak nodded. "That's fine too. I calculated the loading carefully.
You can put on all the scarves we have and he won't be damaged at
all." Julian looked at the table. There were about 15 scarves left.
Surely Dukat couldn't bear that much weight and still remain upright?
He couldn't wait to find out. But his cock was pressing hard against
his trousers and he decided to do something about it. Laying down the
paddle for a moment, he quickly pulled his clothes off and was soon
naked, his erect dick thrusting out prominently from his body.

"Oh my dear slave, you'd really be excited if you could see what's
going on here now," Garak told Dukat teasingly. "Julian has just
removed his clothing and it's quite obvious that he's very hot for
you. You're hot too I suppose, but in a different way. Want me to rub
some ice against that glowing bottom of yours?" Dukat shook his head.
"Have it your way. I think I'll follow your example Julian, and get
undressed myself. It is quite warm in here, after all."

"Sure," Julian said good naturedly. "Garak, is it all right if I
change to a cane? I think the use of a new implement might be
beneficial to my training programme!"

"Very well."

It seemed to Dukat that he was fighting the hardest battle of his
life. Bashir was young and strong, so the blows which he inflicted
were hardly feeble ones. And every stroke was applied firmly to his
ass cheeks; none of them went on his thighs or back for example. He
knew that his bottom must be glowing bright red by now. He'd never
felt this much pain, and yet he was still totally aroused. He felt
ready to come right now but somehow he held back from climaxing.
Without sight, Dukat's other senses had sharpened. He could hear every
move that the other two made and their conversation was loud in his
ears. When they talked about him as if he wasn't even there, he was
acutely aware of the indignity of it. Yet, he still wanted this... it
was the contrast that he loved. Being the powerful Gul and the head of
his family... and then being the powerless slave and the least of all. He was
both in one package and he adored that.

And sometimes he hated Garak now, hated him for divising a scenario
that Dukat couldn't do anything but fail at. Nobody could take this
many blows without making a noise. On his back, it was if a hand was
firmly pressing him down. He wanted to give in to the hand but the
dreaded, freezing ice awaited him if he did that. Dukat had his safe
words and at one point seriously thought about using them, but then
Garak knew him. Knew him so well... and Garak would not hurt him more
than he was capable of enduring. He knew that Garak would be watching
everything that the Human did to be sure that all was well. He felt an
outpouring of trust and love for Garak, the man who would always look
after him whatever happened. He wanted to please Garak very much and
so he didn't use the safe words. Instead he focused totally on bearing
the pain, and gritted his teeth as Bashir used the cane on him for the
first time.

After six or seven blows from the cane, Dukat screamed loudly. "Oh
master please, I can't bear this any more. I beg of you, please stop!"

"Two scarves this time Julian, for screaming and talking," Garak said
firmly. Julian did as he was instructed. He noticed with relief that
Garak was now scanning Dukat with a tricorder. Julian trusted Garak to
stop this in time, after all he was a Cardassian and knew Dukat's
limitations much better than he did. But still, Julian could see that
Dukat was worn out. As the blows continued, raised welts appeared on
skin which had already been highly sensitised by the paddle. Dukat's arms
and legs shook and he was clearly fighting to stay upright. Below him
Julian could see the freezing ice as it sparkled. He noticed that it
was spattered with several light pink markings. Doubtless this was
some of Dukat's pre-cum which had leaked down on to the bowl. Julian
hoped for Dukat's sake that Garak didn't spot this, for he was bound
to regard it as a breach of his instructions.

Dukat abandoned the struggle a few moments later. His legs and arms
gave way simultaneously and he slammed down on top of the ice. Dukat
gave a loud howl of anguish as the cold stabbed him. He struggled to
raise himself but the scarves seemed as heavy as metal girders. He
thrashed about on the bed, frantically trying to push himself away
from the invading cold. It was impossible; the chains held him in
place all too well.

"Please..." Dukat sobbed, "oh no, not this, not this! Master, Elim,
doctor, I can't bear it..."

"Garak, he's suffered enough. End this now," Julian commanded.

"Not just yet Julian. He hasn't said how sorry he is for his bad
behaviour. Dukat, do you want me to help you up?"

"YES! Please, yes!"

"Then tell me what a bad boy you are. Keep talking as long as you can.
Chastise yourself for every sexual misdeed you ever committed. Real or
imagined, I don't care. And for each statement you make I'll take off
one of the scarves. Eventually the load will be light enough for you
to get up." And Garak stood by the bed and looked down at him, a
rather malicious smile on his face.

Julian looked alarmed. "Garak, are you sure that this is a good idea?
I know that Cardassians are extremely intolerant to cold conditions
and he mustn't get hurt."

"Believe me Julian, I know exactly how far to go with this. Dukat,
begin!"

Dukat tried hard to push past the pain from his freezing midriff and
his boiling ass in order to focus on his task.
"I'm a bad person," he cried out. "I'm so sorry for not serving my
master properly. I've had lustful thoughts about other people instead
of only desiring my master. I want to be fucked by Dr. Bashir and
Commander Sisko and every male Bajoran on this station! I once
pleasured myself on the bridge of my ship with the whole crew
watching. I've been had by every gay soldier in the Second Order. I
let other officers fuck me in the washroom whenever I can, and the
rougher they are the more I like it. I'm such a bad boy! I deserve
this, I should be punished more often!"

"You're doing quite well so far Dukat," Garak said as he pulled the
scarves off one by one. Julian kept checking Dukat's vital signs
carefully. He was glad to see that they were within acceptable
tolerances. As a doctor, he could not help but be anxious for Dukat's
ordeal to be over. As a man Julian also wondered when he'd get the
chance to come; he'd been painfully hard now for what felt like hours!

"Try to lift yourself up now Dukat," Julian beseeched him. Dukat did
try but the cold was eating away at his remaining strength and he
failed to move. His shivering was very noticeable now. 

"If you can't get up then keep talking, dammit!" Bashir barked at him.

"I'm so... so sorry for my misdeeds, masters. If you'll forgive me
I'll do better in future. I should never have visited the holobrothel
on Cardassia when I was supposed to be working. And it was wrong to
pretend to be one of the prostitutes so that I could get fucked by the
holobrothel's other clients while I was there. I once let three superior
officers fuck me on a desk to secure my promotion to Glinn. And I
enjoyed it so much, I let them do the same thing the next week for
nothing! I'm nothing but a cheap whore, a nymphomaniac slut who needs
to be taught a good lesson. I want to... YES!"

Dukat's cry of triumph came from the fact that he had finally managed
to lift himself up onto all fours again. Due to his weariness he could
only hold this position for a few seconds, but when he slumped down
again Garak was there to catch him.

"Julian, will you please remove the bowl?"

"At last!" Bashir said briefly as he complied. With infinite
gentleness Garak lowered the shaking man on to the bed.

"My brave Janinsi, it's all over now. Julian, can you please fetch me
that towel? Here we are my love, let me dry you off. Julian, if you
could possibly undo his bonds as well?"

"Of course."

Julian deftly removed the collar and cuffs, and then he shifted the
all chains and bars on to the floor. Garak tenderly took off Dukat's
blindfold and dried his tears. Dukat still shivered uncontrollably, so
Julian covered him up with some blankets taken from the closet.

"He needs to get completely warmed up now," Julian said firmly.

"Yes of course. There's a hot drink in that flask if you could bring
it over?"

"No problem." Once Julian had fetched the flask and a mug, both of
which were laid out ready on the table, Garak helped Dukat to take a
drink.

"That's right Janinsi, just little sips at first. I'm so proud of you!
You did so very well today, just as I knew you would." Dukat glowed
with happiness at this. Watching him, Julian marvelled at the love
these two must have for one another, if a few simple compliments could
make Dukat so happy.

After Garak had petted and caressed him for some time, Dukat started
to feel better. He looked across at Julian curiously.

"Were you satisfied with my performance as a slave Doctor?"

Bashir couldn't help but smile at this. "In view of the circumstances,
I really think that such formality is a little unnecessary, don't you?
Please call me Julian. And yes, I was very satisfied with your
performance. I don't know how you endured all that. I couldn't have."

Dukat grinned. He seemed a lot more like his usual self now. "It was a
disturbing ordeal, I have to admit. And I could have ended it at any
time, but I wanted to make it to the finish. I have a rather
competitive nature and I never like to lose a fight."

"I can attest to the truth of that," Garak said smilingly. "How are
you feeling, my beloved?"

"Much warmer, thank you. Garak, you really have surpassed yourself
this time!"

"I know. It was quite a work of art, wasn't it? But let's not forget
that exposure to the cold wasn't the only ordeal that you experienced
tonight. I have a dermal regenerator on the table."

"I'll do the honours," Julian said with a grin.

After ten minutes of devoted medical attention from Bashir, Dukat was
feeling almost back to normal. For the first time he took full notice
of the fact that Bashir really was naked, just as Garak had told him
earlier. Dukat couldn't help but admire Julian's smooth copper skin
and slender limbs. His eyes were also inexorably drawn to Bashir's
penis. Dukat had never seen a naked Human before and he liked what he
saw. Garak spotted him looking and smiled to himself. 

"Well now Julian, after successfully paying his penalty don't you
think that Janinsi deserves his reward?"

"Oh I do indeed Elim. From both of us..."

Bashir and Garak climbed on to the bed to join Dukat. It was a double
bed so there was just about room for the three of them. Julian gently
rolled Dukat onto his back in the middle of the bed. He and Garak
knelt either side of him. Dukat gazed up at them both, wide eyed with
anticipation. His erection had been almost wiped out by exposure to
the freezing ice. Still, his desire to have sex was unabated.

Julian was the one to make the first move. He straddled Dukat and
leaned down to kiss him. It was a warm and passionate meeting of lips.
As Garak watched with intense curiosity, Dukat and Bashir started to
make out in earnest. Their lips were pressed hard against each other's
face. Their hands were everywhere; fondling, touching, exploring.
Dukat panted and moaned as Julian caressed his large grey nipples.
Then Bashir broke off the kiss and used his mouth to continue the
exploration of Dukat's body. He licked the spoon shaped marking on Dukat's forehead repeatedly. Dukat seemed to like that, but Julian could see that it
didn't arouse him as much as it did Garak. So instead he moved down
the side of Dukat's face and bit on his left ear gently. This provoked
a loud groan so he did it again several times, much to Dukat's
delight. Since Dukat clearly responded well to being bitten, Bashir
applied a series of delicate bites to the ridges on his neck and shoulders.
All the time, Julian had a hand on each nipple and kept rubbing the flesh
hard. He knew from Garak that Cardassian men weren't as sensitive in
this area as Humans, and so needed more forceful stimulation. 

After some time had passed, Julian raised his head to look at Garak.
For some reason Garak had got off the bed and he was now draped
nonchalantly over his chair.

"Care to join me Elim?" he said with a happy smile. But Garak shook
his head.

"He wants you right now. I'll participate later. Enjoy him Julian, and
don't worry about me. I'm being kept fully entertained by a stunning
floor show!"

"Haha, very funny." But despite the disapproving look he gave Garak,
Julian found that the thought of Garak watching them both have sex was
intensely erotic. He decided to put on a good show for his audience.

Julian turned his attention back to Dukat and the Cardassian reached
out in turn to caress him.

"I don't know what Humans find pleasurable in bed, you'll have to
explain..." Dukat said breathlessly.

"Two golden rules; use lubrication if you fuck me and be gentle with
my balls. Anything else is fine," Julian told him laughingly. "But
right now it's not about me... I want to look after you. I want to
give you so much pleasure that you'll forget your punishment ever
happened."

"Fine by me..." Dukat told him ironically. "Perhaps you could return
those skilled hands and mouth of yours to my nipples then? I liked
what you were doing there."

"As my Gul commands..."

"He's always been a nipple man," Garak commented primly. "You really
couldn't find a more convincing argument for giving babies bottled
milk than Dukat!"

Julian looked up and glared at Garak. "Shut up Elim, you're
distracting me!"

Garak sighed theatrically. "As you wish, Julian."

"Good. Now, where was I?"

"Right HERE!" Dukat said, and pulled Julian's head back down on to his
chest with a force that took Bashir's breath away. He soon recovered
though, and happily worked on Dukat's nipples for several more
minutes. He tugged at them, bit them, rubbed them between his fingers
and licked and sucked them vigorously. Dukat responded by growling
with pleasure and begging him for more of the same.

But Julian wanted to explore other areas of Dukat's firm body as well.
He used his hands to caress the hot grey skin, following irregular
lines of scales down his torso. 

"You're beautiful," he told Dukat simply. About to make a sarcastic
comment in response, Dukat suddenly realised that the compliment was
sincere. He smiled with pleasure.

"I might say the same of you, Julian."

Bashir grinned boyishly. "I'll give you a reward for that," he said,
and applied his mouth to Dukat's nipples once more. The Cardassian's
ecstatic moans made it clear how much he appreciated this. Dukat was
obviously a very vocal partner, and Julian couldn't help but wonder
how good the soundproofing was on these quarters.

As Julian bent low over his lover's writhing body, he noticed that
Dukat's cock had become hard again and was vibrating steadily. The
Cardassian's shaft was as long as his own and slightly thicker. It had
numerous thin black lines running from base to tip.

"You get around, don't you?" Julian asked him teasingly. Dukat looked
puzzled for a moment and then laughed heartily. Garak had clearly told
Bashir the old Cardassian saying that the more lines a man had on his
penis, the more people he had made love to. It was an apocryphal
story, probably invented because additional markings often appeared as
a man got older. But Dukat had to admit, the fable certainly held true
in his case!

"It's just an old wives' tale," he commented mildly. "I can tell that
Elim has as little discretion as ever..."

"He's a gossipy old maid if ever I saw one," Julian agreed readily,
and they both looked across at Garak to see how he was reacting to
their jokes.

Garak simply smiled, and waved at them to continue with their
lovemaking. He too was hard and he had a firm grip of his cock.
Garak's face was shiny with sweat and he panted slightly. 

"He wants to come while he's watching us fuck," Dukat said knowingly.
"He's done it before sometimes when he and I recorded ourselves,
watching the playback."

"Then let's not delay him any further, shall we?" Julian reached out
to touch Dukat's cock for the first time. It was hot, the hottest part
of the Cardassian's body. Dukat pushed himself up off the bed by his
hips to get closer.

"I want... oh, please Julian, now..."

Bashir nodded and began to stroke the hot organ with both hands. He
brought them up and down in perfect rhythm, clutching and releasing
the tender flesh incessantly. Dukat cried out with pleasure, he moaned
and shouted continuously. Julian was dimly aware that Garak now stood
beside the bed, but he only had eyes for Dukat. He caressed and
pummelled his shaft until Dukat started to tremble. His back was arched
as Dukat pushed upwards, desperate for release. And then his climax came and
the light pink pre-cum gave way to the darker pink fluids which
signaled his orgasm. He thrust over and over into the air, expelling
his juices in a glorious release. And then Garak came too, all over
Julian's chest and shoulders. But Julian didn't mind, although the cum
was hot by Human standards, almost too hot for his skin. But it felt
good and it exuded the most potent aroma that Julian had ever known;
thick and musky, like the very definition of sex itself. Garak had
come silently without a word spoken, a sharp contrast to Dukat who had
yelled his way to orgasm. Exhausted, Garak collapsed on to the bed
next to them both.

"That was magnificent," Garak said appreciatively.

"I must agree," Dukat said with a shy smile at Julian. "But Julian,
you're still unsatisfied; would you like to come inside of me? Or is
it Elim that you prefer?"

"If it's all right, you please," Julian said eagerly.

"Then come," replied Dukat with a pleased smile. Then he flipped over
on to his stomach and pushed his magnificent ass up in the air. Julian
was unbearably hard now and couldn't wait. He knew from his times with
Garak that when you fucked a Cardassian male, you didn't bother to be
gentle. They rarely valued or enjoyed slow, peaceful sex. And so he
paid little attention to foreplay and even less to preparation. With a
grunt Julian pushed his cock inside of Dukat, forcing it past the
tight entrance and inside his hot depths. He kept on pressing forward
until the full length of him was buried right inside Dukat. Their
bodies were pressed close together and Julian could not believe how
good it felt.

"Do you like this Janinsi?" he whispered into Dukat's ear.

"More than I could ever have imagined. You feel so very right inside
of me. Make me come again Julian, just when you do..."

Hearing this made Julian touch Dukat's cock, and he found to his
surprise that it was already becoming hard again. It occurred to him
that Dukat must be exceptionally fit to have that kind of recovery
time, fitter more than most Cardassians anyway? But at that very
moment, he learned that he was wrong. Without warning he was pushed
forward and he felt a hard dick being shoved inside of him. It took
him completely by surprise, because Garak had never become aroused
again so quickly when they'd made love before. Garak's cock had to be
lubricated, but still the suddenness of the invasion caused him some
moments of pain. Julian winced and turned his head to see Garak's face
smiling at him. The tailor was now as deep inside of him as he was
inside of Dukat. Dazedly, Julian heard Dukat start to laugh.

"Oh Julian, he really can't bear to be left out of anything. Garak,
you are incorrigible!"

"More like inexcusable. Garak, that hurt! What the hell are you doing?"

Garak smiled at him lustfully. "I've waited long enough Julian. Have
you ever wondered what it's like to fuck and be fucked at the very
same moment? Well if so, now's your chance to find out!"

Julian glared at him. "Don't be a fool. Nobody can actually do sex
like this. It just happens in stories and holosuite programmes, not in
real life."

"Why not?" Dukat and Garak asked simultaneously.

"Because you can't possibly match the thrusts and keep everybody
moving to the same rhythm. I'd go the wrong way and Garak would be
pulled out of me in less than a minute. Or I'd lose my grip of Dukat
because you were dragging me in some other direction."

Garak smirked. "Have you ever had sex with two other people before?"

"Well no, but-"

"Then don't make snap judgements. Just concentrate on making love to
Janinsi and I'll match you move for move. It will be perfect!"

"I'm sorry, but I still don't think it'll work."

Dukat groaned with frustration. "Julian, I need you to take care of
me. Now! If Elim says he can do it then he can, it's as simple as
that; he's very intuitive. Just fuck, will you!"

Accepting defeat, Julian began to move. Small thrusts at first, the
tiniest of movements inside of Dukat's body. He was so aroused that
his release was imminent, but he fought to hold back because Dukat
wasn't ready yet. As he increased the force of his thrusts, Julian
reached round Dukat's belly and stroked his partially erect cock firmly. But
Julian was already caressing Garak on the neck with his other hand.
Since he was no longer using an arm to support himself on the bed, he
almost fell over when Dukat jerked back against him suddenly. He
yelped in alarm as he started to topple sideways but fortunately Garak
managed to steady him in time.

"Oh, thanks Elim!"

"You're welcome. But I think Dukat should firm himself up without any
more help from you, don't you agree? If we fall off the bed then I'm
sure you know which area of our anatomy is likely to suffer the most
damage..."

"Hmm, yes. That might be the best thing to do," Julian admitted. He
turned his attention back to Dukat who was getting impatient. Deciding
to take Garak at his word, Julian began to push back and forwards in
earnest. 

It really was the most marvellous sensation, Dukat decided as he felt
Bashir thrusting away inside of him. There was nothing to compare it
with; a warm completeness such as he'd never found elsewhere. And
there was no sign now of the lack of confidence that Garak had
referred to when he had spoken of Bashir's sexual performance.
Julian's movements were bold and strong as he claimed Dukat, took
possession of him utterly. Dukat screamed out Julian's name over and over as Bashir brought himto heights of sexual joy which he'd only ever known with Garak before.
 
To Julian's surprise, Garak kept perfect pace with him as he fucked
Dukat with relentless force. It was as if Garak were telepathic. He
seemed able to anticipate every move that Julian made, and mirror it
himself at exactly the same moment. It was the most erotic knowledge;
to know that he would get back whatever he was giving. When Julian
slammed his dick further inside of Dukat, the same was done to him by
Garak. Fuck and be fucked; what a wonderful concept, Julian thought to
himself deliriously.

As for Garak, he revelled in the fulfilment of his favourite fantasy.
How many nights had he dreamed of this, and never thought that it
would happen? Never that is, until Dukat had commented on Bashir's
legs the last time they had met. It was a telling comment, for Garak
knew his lover of old. If he had taken the trouble to check out
Julian's legs, then Dukat was almost certainly attracted to him. And
so Garak had immediately started to think about how he could get the
three of them in bed together. All of his plotting and planning had led to this
triumphal moment. He was overwhelmed with sensation, lost deep in a
whirlpool of lust. He cried out now in rapture, his voice joining
Julian's and Janinsi's in a shared call of passion. They each pushed
on towards climax like a raging river; unstoppable, uncontrollable.
Garak lost all capacity for rational thought. He was an animal, all
instinct and brute force. And indeed, so were they all.

Dukat came first, shooting his load right across the bed and on to the
wall. His intense muscular spasms triggered Julian's climax a moment
later. Garak, who had been holding back until Julian was ready, came
at almost the same moment. Dukat screamed with joy, Garak roared out
their names and Bashir moaned and gasped unceasingly. It felt as if
they were one body, sharing the same orgasm together. It lasted for
what seemed like a very long time. After they had all come and
withdrawn from one another, the three lovers flopped down
unceremoniously. Dukat ended up with both Julian and Garak on top of
him, and he didn't mind a bit. 

"I'll get up in a minute Janinsi, just as soon as I've got my breath
back," Julian panted.

"Take your time," Dukat told him lazily. "I'm in no hurry to move
myself."

"Nor am I." Garak could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.
"That, gentlemen, was quite superb. You are without a doubt the two
best lovers I have ever had."

Julian giggled. "If that insincere flattery is meant to be a precursor
to getting another fuck, forget it! I'm exhausted."

"Julian, I'm horrified that you should think such a thing," Garak told
him, not sounding horrified at all. "And as it happens I am extremely
tired too; any further physical gymnastics are quite outside my
capabilities tonight."

"That's a relief! Well then, I suggest that we force ourselves to get
up so that we can clean up this room and ourselves, then go to sleep."

Garak groaned, then snuggled closer to Bashir and refused to move.
"Cleaning up can wait till morning. Let's just rest here. I'm so
tired..."

"What am I then, your mattress?" Dukat asked in amusement. "Move your
butt Elim, we do need to clean up before we rest."

"Noooo," Garak murmured. Julian laughed and pushed himself from side
to side in a playful attempt to dislodge Garak. Realising that he had
no alternative but to get up, Garak did so. He looked fatigued and
clearly overdue for some sleep. Taking pity on him, the other two did
most of the cleaning while Garak took it easy. They then all climbed
into bed and turned off the lights.

Garak was asleep within minutes but the other two were content to lay
awake for a little while longer. Julian had asked to go in the middle;
he loved the fact that he was in bed with a handsome Cardassian on
either side of him.

"Julian, can I ask you something?" Dukat said softly, careful not to
wake Garak.

"Sure, what is it?" Julian spoke in an equally low tone.

"How do you feel about Garak?"

"You mean emotionally?"

"Yes. I don't want to pry, but he's very special to me and that makes
me interested in you, and what you want from him."

Julian frowned, trying to find the words to say what he felt. "I value
his friendship. He's been my mentor here and taught me a great deal.
And you know that he attracts me. To be honest, I think I have a bit
of a weakness for most Cardassian men. It's the scales and ridges...
But I don't love him, if that's what you want to know. He's too
complicated and it's all too much of an effort with him. I mean, as a
friend it's fine to have him telling me endless lies and half truths,
leading me down one path after another. But to come home after a hard
day's work and deal with all that daily for the rest of my life? No
way!"

Dukat breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't know how glad I am to hear
you say that. You see, he means the universe to me. He did promise me
that you two weren't in love, but I wanted to make sure that you felt
the same as he did."

Julian smiled at Dukat warmly and patted him on the shoulder. "I do.
You can relax, safe in the knowledge that I am no threat to you and
never will be."

"Thank you Julian, and for your company tonight. It's been special."

"For me too... perhaps we can get together again some time?" Julian
asked shyly.

Dukat grinned at him. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Dukat stretched out his arm to draw Julian closer to him. Bashir
eagerly complied, and put his head on Dukat's firm, scaly chest. It
surprised Julian how comfortable he felt with Dukat, when you
considered that they had hardly known each other before this night.
But then Julian realised that the situation they had been in had
broken down the barriers quickly. Which reminded him of a few
questions that he really wanted to ask Dukat...

"Why did you do it Janinsi? Submit to him and be bound and
disciplined, I mean. I've always regarded you as such a powerful man;
it doesn't seem consistent with your nature."

Dukat smiled. "A man can have many natures Julian. I am powerful back
home and I was here too, before we left. But sometimes I like to leave
the power behind and know what it is like to surrender control to
another. It frees my spirit. Can you understand that?"

"Maybe."

"There is another element to it. As the submissive you get all of the
attention. Everyone watches over you, takes care of you. It always
reminds me of the special feeling I used to have as a child on my
birthdays. Perhaps the same happened to you, since I know that Humans
also celebrate the anniversary of their birth. When I had a birthday I
was fussed over and made much of, then given many presents by family and
friends. Tonight Garak fussed over me a lot when we were done, and I
certainly got my present afterwards, didn't I?"

"You truly did."

"So then, was there anything else that you wanted to know?"

"Well yes... did you really masturbate in front of your crew? Or do
any of those other things that you claimed to have done? Garak did
tell you that the actions you accused yourself of could be real or
imagined..." 

Dukat's soft chuckle echoed around the room, too low to disturb
Garak's rest. 

"I made it all up."

"No! I don't believe you."

"Well... perhaps one of the stories was true..."

"Which one?" Julian demanded swiftly.

"Oh no, I'm not telling you that. Garak knows which one; question him
after I've gone back to Cardassia."

Julian sighed. He remembered the last time he'd asked Garak which
version of a story was the correct one. That had been just after
Garak's implant was turned off.

"I know what will happen if I do that," he said resignedly. "Garak
will just tell me that they're all true!"

"Even the lies?"

Julian grinned. "Especially the lies."

Dukat looked amused. "That does sound like something that he might
say, now that I come to think if it..."

"So I'll never really know the truth, unless you tell me now..."

With a salacious grin Dukat pulled Julian's head up and whispered the
truth in his ear. Julian had to repress the urge to laugh hysterically.

"But Janinsi, it was a selection panel of three, and presumably their
decision was based on a majority verdict?"

"That's right."

"So, couldn't you just have fucked two of them to get the promotion?"

"Mmm, I could have." Dukat gave Bashir a lewd smile.

"You whore!"

"That's Gul Whore to you!"

Their stifled giggles and muffled laughter took a very long time to
finish, and they never did get any sleep that night. Nor did Garak,
although for quite a while he took care to pretend that he did. The
opportunity to listen to his two lovers conversing without them being
aware of the fact had been just too valuable to resist. In the end he
pretended to wake up so that he could join in their banter, and they
all chatted and teased each other for the rest of the night.

~ END ~

Invicta's fanfic; http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~esb