The BLTS Archive - Bang Cocking VI
by Karmen Ghia (karmen_ghia@yahoo.com)

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Warning:  This story contains m/m sex.  If you are offended by this or
under age, please move on.

Disclaimer:  Copyright 2000 by Karmen Ghia. This original work of
amateur fiction based on Star Trek makes transformative use of Star
Trek for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star
Trek copyrighted material; intended not to infringe on the
intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of
Star Trek copyright or their assignees or licensees. Author's
copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

Thanks to BGM, who started the whole thang.

For Fred LOWA, who would understand.

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Ijerian lace was expensive, Miles O'Brien was thinking as Julian
paraded his new nightgown, a gift from Garak, in front of him.  The
Chief wondered if it was as expensive as Bzria silk, which he knew was
very expensive since he'd gotten a little rough with one of Garak's
creations that Julian had not been removing fast enough.  The tailor
had simply sent him a bill the next day and O'Brien had become
considerably more careful.

But the nightgown was working all right; O'Brien stopped thinking
about money and started to get hard as he drew his young, demanding,
maddening, spoiled rotten lover onto his knees and kissed him
passionately.

They were adults:  O'Brien and Garak, men of experience and versed in
the ways of the galaxy. Garak obviously knew his way around a love
affair; O'Brien was more subtle but nonetheless knowledgeable.  In
order to survive, they had come to an agreement about Bashir:  they
would share him.  They drew up a schedule of who got him when and
abided by it.  If it was interrupted by a medical or station emergency
or the pesky war with the Dominion, the night was lost and no moaning
about it.  To satisfy the little monster's desire to have them both at
the same time, Garak and O'Brien had agreed, but only once a week, as
neither of them was a sexual acrobat and knew their limits, even if
Julian did not.  And in this way, everyone got what they wanted:
Garak and O'Brien had enough of Julian's undivided attention to give
them the illusion of exclusivity and Julian was indulged, petted,
worshipped, dressed up and undressed as much as he wanted.

The arrangement was also probably saving Garak's life.  The Cardassian
had an unusual, but not unheard of, disease that affected the mature
members of his species:  Syliumparaneroses.  Garak was no more capable
of saying no to Julian than O'Brien was. However, there was strength
in numbers and combined, the older men could keep Julian from
exhausting them. Of course, on the 'medical emergency' nights, Miles
and Garak usually ended up in bed together, which was somehow
comforting for them.  It was good to have company to struggle through
a long, hard night without Julian's delightful presence.  It was
restful and salubrious, too.

But O'Brien really wasn't thinking about this as Julian knelt between
his knees and began to fumble with the closure of his pants.  "Use
your mouth," the chief had commanded and Julian had applied his teeth
and lips to the fastener.  It took longer to get his cock out, but it
was worth the wait.

Julian was really an excellent cocksucker, O'Brien was thinking as the
doctor swirled his tongue around the head and played his lips up and
down the shaft. Really nice, he thought and reached a hand to stroke
the younger man's hair.  He leaned back to enjoy Julian's clever,
pointed tongue exploring the sensitive area on the underside of the
crown. Carefully he pushed the lace straps off Julian's shoulders and
helped him wiggle out of the top of the garment.  "Take this off," he
ordered and was promptly obeyed.  "Come to bed," O'Brien decided and
led Julian into his own bedroom.

O'Brien preferred making love to his pretty girl at his place, or
Garak's or in hotels on Bajor.  The chief's separation from his wife
was still too fresh, too painful to do anything so enjoyable in the
old family home.  That place was for suffering and regret, when he
could remember to do so.  Just as well, he thought, sliding his nude
body against his lover, Bashir's quarters were better equipped and
more comfortable.

Nuzzling a golden nipple, O'Brien reached under the pillow to make
sure the lubricant was there.  Not that he was ready for it, but his
motto was 'be prepared'. He nipped at Bashir's ribs to make him laugh
and thrust.

"Stop that!" Bashir gasped.

"What did I tell you about giving orders around here, young man?"
O'Brien menaced.

"Oh?  And since when are you in charge?" was taunted.

"Always." was affirmed.

"Prove it." was challenged.

Bashir, twisting out of O'Brien's arms, was stronger and quicker but
always played this game to lose.  They wrestled like bear cubs in the
silky sheets but eventually O'Brien had the doctor where they both
wanted him:  over his knees.

"I'll be proving who's boss to ye now, Julian," O'Brien growled,
bringing his cupped palm down, hard and loud, on Julian's lovely
backside.  Keeping a hand on his back, the chief listened to his lover
squeal and yelp - delightful sounds under such circumstances - and
wriggle in his lap.  He pulled him a little closer so all that
wriggling could be most effective against his raging erection.
Feeling Julian's cock weeping against his thigh, Miles decided the
educational portion of the evening was over- for now - and reached for
the lube.

O'Brien had gotten really good at this very quickly and could now
drive Julian to near-frenzy simply by preparing him for intercourse.
He glided his slick fingers into the younger man's body and probed for
the hard place behind his penis.  Julian shuddered and howled with
pleasure as O'Brien proceeded to tease him mercilessly, taking him
right to the edge of climax... and stopping.  "Who's in charge, my
pretty girl?" Miles leaned down to whisper.

"YouareyouareyouareyouareOH!"

"Good girl." O'Brien gave his girl's fine ass a pat and arranged him,
splayed on his lap face down.  He admired the lovely spanking glow
he'd put on the doctor's ass while he lubed up.  Taking Julian by the
hips, he positioned his cockhead at the snug entrance but did not
press in.  Instead, he leaned over Julian's back and put his arms
around the younger man's chest, cradling his torso in his strong arms.
Fully supporting his lover, O'Brien raised and levered him over his
thighs, never removing the slick tip of his erection from Julian's
anus.

This was one of Miles' favorite positions.  Julian was supporting his
weight on his thighs and slowly eased down enough for the head to pop
in.  He wiggled a little, adjusting and getting comfy, before he
continued his maddening descent.  He could take all night; he knew
Miles would never be mean enough to thrust him down and hurt him.
But, as with Garak, Julian had learned it was better not to taunt the
older man too much; there were ways and ways of revenge, he was
learning.  The warm hands caressing him could withdraw their favors at
a moment's notice. His ass made contact with O'Brien's lap and he
leaned his head against the chief's shoulder, listening to him croon
'that's a good girl, my girl, my pretty girl' softly into his ear.

Oh, those magic words.  Julian began to undulate in Miles' lap to the
rhythm chanted in his ear.  He was thrashing about in abandon when
O'Brien, better in control of himself, took a firm grip on him and lay
him on the bed.

O'Brien adjusted his angle a little so his cock would slide even
harder against Julian's prostate.  Such was his success that he
practically had to hold the younger man down to fuck him thoroughly.
And this was what O'Brien had become addicted to:  Julian out of
control, thrashing beneath him in a lust-crazed climax that sent him
into oblivion at the same moment.  With one last thrust, O'Brien
arched back, cried out his lover's name, and came with such violence
he ground his teeth together to keep the top of his head from coming
off.  He just barely noticed that Julian was in the same condition,
muffling his scream of pleasure in the pillow.

When he could stop shaking and think coherently, O'Brien tried to ease
out.  He had to wait a few moments for Julian to unclench enough to
let go of him.  Rolling onto his back, he grabbed the towel under the
other pillow, mopped his face and wiped off his floppy dick.  Julian
moaned softly and he gathered him up in his arms and made soothing
noises, wherein the words 'pretty girl' were frequent.  O'Brien held
him and stayed awake after Julian had dozed off.

So, he and Garak had come to an amiable agreement over the lovely,
sated, spoiled creature he held.  Tomorrow the tailor would enjoy him
and that was well; gave O'Brien a chance to rest up.  And it was a
good arrangement, far better than the agony he and his co-lover of
Julian had gone through when, to force Julian to agree to their terms
and show the little monster who was in charge, they had refused to
touch him or speak to him beyond what politeness demanded. How poor
Julian had suffered, it tore their hearts it had, but it had worked
and worked beautifully.  The young man was well behaved; indulged,
petted and worshipped, but well behaved in return.

And they had suffered, too, without him.  Of course they had each
other, a fact they used most efficaciously to bend Julian to their
wishes.

The terms were simple:  Julian had sex only with them, he did not play
one against the other and he confined his acrobatics with both of them
to once a week.  In exchange, he was adored.

So far, so good, O'Brien was thinking as Julian slept cuddled up next
to him.  He'd commission something pretty for his girl from Garak
tomorrow:  something silky and easy to remove.  A happy man, O'Brien,
dozed off deciding he'd like Julian in a nice blue silk.

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The End