The BLTS Archive- Ritual Revisited:
The Second Coming
by Psyche (psyche27@my-deja.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters; I'm the one who makes them
have fun together.

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They stood together on the holodeck once again, Jean-Luc Picard and
his chief of security. Worf had been released from sick bay the day
before, fully recovered from the paralysis that had caused him to
contemplate suicide.

"Captain, this is not necessary," Worf began, but even to his own ears
the tone was not very convincing. He wanted this and was already
becoming aroused by thethought of what was to come.

"On the contrary, Lieutenant," said Jean-Luc. "Just as you considered
yourself responsible for my capture on Seltris Three, so am I guilty
for the events which caused your injury. As captain of this vessel,
anything that occurs is ultimately my responsibility."

"But the r'vish..." Worf protested feebly.

"Is the Klingon ritual of atonement and restoration of honor," said
Picard. "If you are to continue serving under my command, I must feel
confident that I deserve your respect. This will ensure it."

"As you wish," said Worf agreeably, since it was also what he wished.
"Shall I proceed, sir?"

Jean-Luc nodded, bracing himself for the initial pleasure/pain of the
ritual.

Dutifully and with rising excitement, Worf lifted the nipple clamps
with their sturdy connecting chain. He held it in his hands as he
watched the captain strip off his loose-fitting tunic and trousers.

The Klingon shrugged off his own robe to reveal the tiny bre'eef loin
cloth beneath and then advanced toward the now naked Picard.

With hungry eyes, Worf studied the slender, well-muscled body before
him. He licked his lips in anticipation as he reached out to caress
the hard left pec before his fingers closed tightly around the tiny
nipple.

Jean-Luc inhaled sharply as the insistent fingers pinched and fondled
the sensitive nub until it had stiffened, then the clamp was affixed.
The pain was exquisite, hardening his cock immediately.

The other nipple received equal attention, Worf's fingers causing
shivers of pleasure before the pincer sent a sharp sliver of pain that
rushed blood directly to his manhood.

The connecting chain was heavier than he thought, and even the slight
motion of his chest with each breath caused a tug on the clamps that
squeezed his nipples.

A moment later, Worf had retrieved the next device - a cock ring with
ball splitter. Jean-Luc watched closely, his prick hardening even more
at the thought of what was to come.

Worf's huge hands were surprisingly gentle as they clasped Picard's
manhood and eased the leather band over its shiny red glans.

Jean-Luc watched Worf's fingers caress him as they slid the harness up
the length of his cock. They managed to fondle and squeeze his balls
as well while fastening the strap that snugged them up against the
base of his cock. His balls seemed to swell even more with the
tightening of the thong that separated them.

Picard grunted audibly, torn between the discomfort and the thrill the
implements caused him.

"Are you all right, Captain?" Worf asked, although he had no intention
of abandoning the ritual now.

"Oh, yes," Picard breathed, as the nipple clamps shifted to cause
another sliver of pleasure/pain.

"Then you must ready yourself for the next phase of the ritual," Worf
instructed as he lifted the short-tentacled whip and balanced it
carefully in his hands.

This was the stage that had caused Jean-Luc the most apprehension, but
as atonement for the suffering Worf had endured, he knew he deserved
it.

Jean-Luc braced his feet and presented his back and buttocks as a
target.

The first lash struck him high upon the shoulders. He gasped, but then
realized that the sensation was not agony. Instead, after the initial
sting, the whisper of the fronds sliding along his skin was like a
delightful caress.

He began to await each blow with anticipation, savoring the sharp
sensation and then the tender one. The juxtaposition of pain and
pleasure was exquisite. He could finally understand this part of the
Klingon culture - why they enjoyed pain with their sex. He saw why
Klingon joyhouses were almost entirely devoted to S&M, Why they
contained what he had previously considered to be torture devices.

Worf's blows had moved lower and become crisper as Jean-Luc rocked to
meet them. His erection was rock hard inside the harness that
restrained it, and his nipples felt swollen and fiery hot under the
pinching clamps.

The next lash snaked around his hips with the edges of the whip's
strands wrapping around to caress his straining cock. He would have
exploded had the tight cock ring allowed it. Instead, he groaned
loudly with pleasure.

Two more blows, and his hips began to pump wildly. The motion excited
Worf, who dropped the whip and tore off the tiny loin cloth.

Recognizing the signal, Jean-Luc fell to his knees and wrapped his
lips around the Klingon's enormous organ. Worf's hands guided him as
he ran his tongue over the hard ridges of flesh and felt the huge
glans bump against the back of his throat.

The wild, exotic smell and taste of Klingon musk was tantalizing, and
Jean-Luc wanted more. With both hands, he clutched at Worf's buttocks,
pulling him closer until the bulbous head slid down Jean-Luc's open
throat.

The sensation spurred on Worf, who began to thrust his hips forward.
When Jean-Luc started to massage the puckered entrance to his body,
Worf cried out with ecstasy, and his balls drew up in preparation for
climax.

Quickly, before the eruption could spew forth, Jean-Luc pulled away
and dropped down onto elbows and knees in the next step of the ritual.
He tried to force himself to relax, but the thought of that huge prick
ramming into his unprepared rectum was daunting.

It seemed Worf had other ideas, though. Instead of immediately
impaling his captain, Worf bent to kiss the offered entrance. His
tongue opened and lubricated the hole.

Jean-Luc's arousal was already excruciating, but the feel of that
velvety tongue around his anus sent him even higher. He moaned loudly,
squirming with impatience, his body pleading for completion.

Just when he thought he could stand no more, Jean-Luc felt Worf slap
his nether cheeks sharply then ram his erection into the captain's
asshole.

Both men cried out at the tightness, and Worf paused a moment to allow
them both to adjust. Then, bracing his hands on Jean-Luc's sturdy
shoulders, he began to thrust. Slowly at first, making sure Jean-Luc
could accommodate his full length and breadth, then faster and faster.

He began to moan out Klingon phrases, and Jean-Luc was too distracted
to be able to translate. He only knew that Worf's cock was speaking a
language all its own, a language his own body understood perfectly.

Worf's climax came suddenly, with dizzying force. Jean-Luc could feel
the jism explode against the walls of his rectum like molten lava. A
thrill of unmitigated pleasure raced up his spinal column, directly to
his brain.

After a few final thrusts, Worf withdrew and collapsed onto his back.
Jean-Luc, still at the peak of arousal due to the genital harness,
reached for the Klingon's softening cock in an attempt to stiffen it
again as quickly as possible.

With a grunt, Worf opened his eyes and watched Jean-Luc manipulate the
reawakening organ. The sight was enough to revive his lust and make
Worf eager for the final consummation of the ritual.

A glance at Jean-Luc's body festooned with nipple clamps and cock ring
made him want to feel that iron hard prick up his ass. One hand
reached up to remove the clamps while the other unfastened the
harness.

"Fuck me now," he instructed, his voice a low rumble as he raised his
asshole to the frantic captain.

Jean-Luc needed no further invitation. He quickly spread the pre-cum
that leaked from the tiny slit to slick down the length of his
manhood, then used one blunt finger to test Worf's readiness.

A long moan began as the tip of Jean-Luc's glans touched Worf's anus.
The moan finally ended with a sigh when he was fully hilted, his balls
brushing against Worf's ass.

With his last shred of self-control, he massaged Worf's cock a few
more times, then began to thrust with his own weapon. After only a few
strokes, he could feel the climax begin in his balls, gathering force
like a burgeoning tornado. It overwhelmed him with its power until he
cried out and exploded inside Worf's hot, tight channel.

The lieutenant's climax was just as powerful, spurting jets of semen
high into the air until it had splattered both their torsos.

Finally, Jean-Luc collapsed with satiation, his body sprawled atop
that of the Klingon.

As his senses slowly returned, he rolled away from Worf while trying
to regather the threads of his composure and dignity.

Worf decided to play along, knowing it was the only hope of ever
sharing such an experience again with Picard.

"Your honor is restored, sir," he announced. "The r'vish has been
successfully completed. All is as it was before my ... accident."

"Very good, Lieutenant," said Jean-Luc as he finished donning his
clothes. "Then I can expect you to return to duty tomorrow?"

"Yes, Captain," said Worf, suppressing a sigh of resignation.

"Excellent. As always, I find the Klingon rituals to be most...
inspiring. Carry on."

Worf watched him walk toward the holodeck doors, admiring those
marvelously tight buns. He began to consider what other Klingon
rituals the captain might be interested in sharing.

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The End