The BLTS Archive - Hrrekssrah
Third in the Uluhshan series
by BGM (bgmanic@gmail.com)

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Julian narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. Beside him, Garak smiled
indulgently.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" he asked, brushing his
fingertips over the textured surface of the item.

"I'm not certain if you'll be able to pronounce it, but it's a
'hrrekssrrah'," the tailor said, the word sounding like a fusion of a
purr and a hiss. It sent a thrill down Julian's spine. He was one of
the few people on the station who appreciated the deeply sensuous
Kardasi language, especially since the tailor had begun using it
during their intimate moments.

"Eh-rek-srah," Julian repeated, though his clumsy tongue made the word
sound harsh and not at all the same.

Garak chuckled and made no comment as he picked up the heavy-set
globe. "It's a puzzle, Doctor. I'm somewhat relieved that Constable
Odo is currently on assignment, or this little item may have never
found its way to me. I hear it's illegal in many jurisdictions outside
Cardassia, including most Federation and Bajoran territories."

Julian widened his eyes, excited by the illicit tone his friend had
adopted. "What does it do?" he whispered with anticipation and not a
little concern.

"It's meant to be solved," Garak assured him. "The destination may
prove worthwhile, but the journey there can reveals hours of ...
remarkable entertainment. I thought it would be the perfect birthday
gift for you, Erin'ka." He proffered the object to the young man,
looking at him and expecting him to pick it up in his hands.

"I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to do with it," Julian said,
wrapping his hands gingerly around the cool sphere and realizing that
Garak had begun using 'Erin'ka' more often these days and he still
didn't know what it meant.

He suddenly gasped. The sphere was, in fact, nearly glacial, and he
wondered curiously why Garak hadn't commented on the offensive
temperature. The Cardassian smiled and let go of the object,
transferring its weight to the doctor. "This thing is heavy," Julian
murmured.

Garak nodded with that mysterious flair he owned so well. Or perhaps
it was simply innate. Julian had stopped wondering what made Garak
rattle. "It is, though not altogether uncomfortable, is it?"

"How can you say that? I thought you hated the cold," Julian said,
giving the object a closer look. There were small grooves all over the
coppery surface of the globe, with tiny green circuit nerves embedded
within. What *was* this thing?

"Ah, is it cold?" Garak asked with an enigmatic lift of his eye
ridges.

Distracted by his perusal of the strange artifact, Julian looked up
and thought he'd misheard. "I'm sorry?"

Garak moved toward the door. "It's always very warm in my hands," he
only said.

"You're leaving?" It was either that or asking about the obscure
statement Garak had just uttered, but it seemed as though the tailor
was willing to leave all too quickly. "I thought you might stay a
bit," Julian added. It had been nearly a week since their holosuite
play, and he wondered if Garak hadn't altogether abandoned the
'uluhshi' - the conquest. Certainly, the Cardassian had made a very
poignant promise then...

"I do have a business to run and besides, I'd much rather you spend
some time with the hrrekssrrah before we meet again," Garak smiled,
and Julian was certain he'd put an extra measure of purring in the
item's name.

He shuddered and felt the item's temperature warm significantly in his
hands. "Have fun, Erin'ka," Garak said and left.

Julian bowed his head and observed the globe. It hadn't changed in
appearance. He turned it over in his hands, tracing the fissures with
his fingertips. They seemed to form a global pattern, and the
variations in shade of the copper plating made the thing look like a
stylized representation of a planet. He sat back on his couch and
stroked the sphere. "A puzzle," he mused, shifting his position and
depositing the item in his lap. "A puzzle was meant to be solved, but
how am I supposed to do that if I don't know what the goal is? Garak,
you sly devil," he grinned. "This *would* be your idea of a birthday
present."

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Garak couldn't remember the last time he'd been in such an
anticipating mood. Customers who passed through his shop were either
disturbed or encouraged by the sharper smile, the gushing compliments
and the fussing attention he offered them. Even Kira, who usually kept
her appointments with the tailor to a strict minimum, smiled when
Garak hummed a tune while he adjusted her pant legs.

When his last customer left for the evening, Garak glanced at the
chrono.

He smiled. A few more hours and he would drop by his Erin'ka's
quarters.

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The sphere hovered above Julian's head and emitted its pleasant
mechanical purring. If Julian weren't otherwise occupied, he would
have wondered where the sound was being broadcast.

Julian cried, slumping forward. The sphere dipped low and caught him
by the scruff of his uniform with one of its smaller chains.

As close as Julian could figure it, this blasted device was used to
enslave an individual. When he'd unlocked it, the globe had opened up
to reveal several self-propelled chains that gathered around his neck,
wrists and ankles, immobilizing him. Occasionally, the temperature of
the chains would drop severely. Then they would slide uncomfortably
into the openings of his uniform and touch his skin.

It never occurred to him before that the hrrekssrrah might be an
interrogation tool, but the possibility was becoming more and more
plausible as the hour stretched on. The sphere contented itself with
keeping him locked in one position and stimulating him beyond his
reason. Sexual enslavement no less, he thought bitterly. Where was
Garak?

The globe moved back, pulling him with it. He grunted, bending his
head back to loosen the hold on his neck. The sphere elevated from its
position and pressed itself against the wall, retracting its chains.
Julian made an alarming sound as he was raised to the tip of his toes,
his wrists crossed above his head and the chain around his throat
constricting to a tolerable but uncomfortable pressure.

He looked up haggardly as the door to his quarters opened and admitted
...

"Garak!"

The tailor stepped inside smoothly and allowed the doors to close
behind him. "Well, my dear. It seems you've discovered the
hrrekssrrah's functions," he smiled, evidently pleased.

"Garak?"

"Yes?"

"What will you do now?" Julian squirmed, and discovered that his
efforts merely caused the device to tighten its hold. He sighed,
resigned, and waited for the Cardassian's next move.

"The hrrekssrrah is designed to hold unruly slaves. It was primarily
used during the Occupation for comfort women who were being difficult
with their masters," Garak explained as he made himself comfortable on
the couch. "Of course, I've never approved of that particular method.
But it does allow entertaining possibilities as a ... toy," he added
judiciously, smiling.

The globe offered a sibilant approval.

Was that thing sentient?!

Garak relaxed back, crossed his legs and stretched his arm over the
back of the couch. He addressed the hovering sphere, "hrrekssrrah,
remove his clothes."

"What do you mea-" Julian was caught mid-sentence when the device
swerved forward and plied an encompassing amber beam over his body. He
yelped in fear, only to realize that the temperature in the room had
suddenly become uncomfortable. He looked down gingerly, finding his
uniform reduced to pitiful ashes at his feet. His arms moved in an
automatic gesture to shield his nakedness but the chains held and the
sphere returned to its position above his head, keeping his arms and
head taut and immobilized. "There was no need for this," Julian said
tensely, "You could have just asked."

Garak gave him a withering look. "hrrekssrrah, silence him," he said
with a vile little smile.

The device went happily through its task, buzzing around the doctor
head and applying a self-adhering tape over his mouth. When it
retreated, Julian's eyes had grown twice their size.

Garak looked him over slowly as he stood up. "Very good," he murmured.
With a swift motion of his hand, he called out, "hrrekssrrah, follow."

Julian's muffled groans against the tape didn't prevent the sadistic
little ball from dragging him forward, a thicker chain wrapped around
his waist. The sphere followed Garak into the bedroom, leading the
trussed up doctor toward the bed. Garak paused, turned, admiring the
sheen of sweat on Julian's body. "Aroused, so soon?" he remarked,
flicking two fingers at the young man's semi-hard erection. Julian's
face darkened and he said something that was muffled and intelligible.
"hrrekssrrah, adomir position," Garak told the globe.

It suddenly began to elevate, threatening to strangle the doctor if he
didn't scramble quickly onto the bed. The chains chinked together as
they settled, the globe dipping to bring him down on his knees. It
efficiently bound his wrists behind his back and connected this with
his ankles, which it then circled with more chains. Julian was thus
forced in this position and was unable to get up, let alone risk
compromising his balance. He would have been able to relax on his
heels, if it weren't for the extra chain connecting the sphere to his
neck. If he went down, the chain tightened. He whimpered, looking at
Garak in his enforced position, his back straight as a rod. He tried
not to think about the edge of the bed, precariously close to his
knees.

Garak smiled as the sphere settled in its usual position above the
doctor's head. "I've made a promise, remember?" he whispered, trailing
his hand along Julian's sternum. He shuddered visibly, closing his
eyes. "Tell me, Erin'ka, do you like this bondage?"

Julian hesitated. *Did* he like this? The chains were warmed by his
own flesh and were no longer uncomfortable. For the exception of the
ache that slowly began to affect his shoulders, Julian didn't mind the
position, or the way Garak was looking at him, so he offered a small
nod.

"Completely different from anything you've ever experienced, is it?"
Garak drawled, splaying his hands over his waist, steadying him.
Julian shuddered again, leaning precariously forward. He realized what
a supreme show of trust this was, because if Garak decided to step
back and let him go, he would fall to the ground and probably injure
himself considerably. Garak didn't let go, however, and simply
gathered himself closer. "You're helpless, my dear, unable to speak
and unable to move. I could do anything to you without having to worry
about your rebuke." Garak drew himself closer still, and whispered in
his ear, "Erin'ka, my dearest. Do you have any idea what that means?"

Julian lowered his chin, touching his nose to Garak's cool neck ridge
and shaking his head.

Garak's voice lowered. "Body slave," he said. "No mere slave, make no
mistake," he explained, leaning back. "A servant to pleasure, a
sensual creature adept in the art of pleasing his Cardassian masters."
Julian's eyes were wide with focus, his chest rising and falling with
heavy breaths. "The title is never given frivolously, my dear. I want
you to know that." With that, Garak emitted a strange rattling in his
throat and the sphere promptly released all the chains for the
exception of the thicker one at the doctor's neck. Julian sagged, but
Garak maneuvered him over the bed. "I made a promise," he said
suavely, trailing his fingertips over the adhesive on Julian's mouth.
For a moment the doctor thought Garak would remove it, but he only
pressed over its corners, securing it. He smiled, almost tenderly, and
added, "It's a promise I'm more than happy to fulfill." He leaned back
slightly. "You're wondering why I've kept you silent?"

Julian nodded slightly, squirming under the comfortable weight of his
friend. This was the first time he felt so utterly vulnerable, trapped
by the larger Cardassian and pinned by his obvious lust. Challenge
blazed across those pale reptilian eyes. "You won't be able to use
your word in this position, will you?"

Fear tinged Julian's eyes. It was true. If Garak should cross the
limit, he had no way of informing him of it. He squirmed anew, but the
Cardassian stilled him. "I want to show you that you can trust me," he
said with surprising, unexpected affection. "Regardless of what you
may think of me, Julian, I care for you. And our relationship, if it
should advance, must be based on that trust. Are you willing to trust
me?" he asked, caressing his hands down the doctor's chest with
suggestive pressure.

Julian did not hesitate when he nodded.

Garak sat up on his heels and unclasped his trousers. He looked up at
the sphere and gave it another sibilant order. It glided back against
the wall and tethered itself still before slackening the chain-leash.
Julian moved to turn around but Garak, who was in the process of
freeing his erection, stopped him. "You're going to be looking at me,
Erin'ka. And you're to keep your eyes open." He stroked himself,
finding that he was sufficiently lubricated for the doctor's pliant
hole. Struck by a moment of inspiration, he gathered Julian up and
brought his wrists to his back with one hand, keeping them against the
small of his back. With the other, he guided him forward. "I can't
help you," he smiled mischievously. "You'll have to find the way," he
added seductively.

Julian widened his eyes again, his breathing accelerating. He wiggled
forward, straightening up over Garak's thighs. The Cardassian's
erection was pressing against his stomach, and he had to somehow bring
it forward to . . . he grunted with effort, arching his back as he
attempted to capture the slick cock with his backside. Garak, who
inhaled unsteadily at the deeply sensual display, tightened his hold
on Julian's wrists. After a moment Julian was able to release it from
his stomach and immobilize it against his entrance. He balanced
precariously like this, hesitant to sit. Garak impatiently hissed a
word that Julian interpreted as an order to continue. Panting harshly
through his nose, Julian lowered himself, the pants turning into a
fractured muffled wail as gravity eased Garak's cock into his ass.

His journey was slow but steady, and soon he was sitting flesh on
flesh, his face slightly higher than Garak's. He looked down at their
joint bodies, little moans filtering through the tape. "Look at me!"
Garak hissed. Julian jerked his head up, locking his eyes with the
tailor's. Normally Julian shied from such a direct connection. It made
things awkward, and it had always presented a difficulty with people
he cared nothing for but had sex with. With Garak, the anxiety was
there, but he found himself able to stare, to open himself up to that
penetrating gaze.

That was when he decided to move.

He almost closed his eyes again, though to shield the powerful
sensations that rippled over him. He felt completely full, impaled and
conquered. It was a delicious feeling. He moved again, thrusting
himself on the steely cock. Garak began to help his efforts, seizing
his wrists tightly and using them to thrust his body up, down, up ...

Soon their movements became frenzied, or rather Julian's did, and he
bounced, crying out, his oxygen severely depleted by the limited
access. He wanted to kiss him, bite him, yell out his name . . . he
groaned piteously, his frame shaking uncontrollably. It was painful,
it was ecstasy, it was everything all at once.

And all the while he kept his eyes on Garak's and watched as the
Cardassian's world collapsed in a burst of dilated black. His semen
was like fire, and Julian felt as though it filled him to the core. He
shuddered violently, his ass contracting suddenly as his seed gushed
out between their bellies.

They fell back on the bed, after Garak quickly ordered the hrrekssrrah
to release the chain completely. For a while there was only silence
and the harsh hiss of Julian's breaths through his nose.

Garak lazily removed the tape from his mouth and a voluptuous exhale
escaped the doctor's lips.

"Erin'ka," Garak smiled, nuzzling Julian's chest.

"Ulushan," Julian managed to say before drifting off to sleep.

Garak sighed softly and reached up to the hrrekssrrah. He smiled,
kissed it lightly on its switch and watched it while it deactivated.
He placed it gingerly on Julian's nightstand and settled against the
heated flesh of his Erin'ka.

"Sleep well, my love," Garak whispered softly. "Tomorrow, I'll have
many more delights to show you."

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The End