always stevey
06-04-2013, 12:32 PM
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. Then 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 - it even 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
its 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 his
lover's thick black hair. "Show me what it's like to be helpless,"
Weyoun replied. "Show me how it feels to be at the mercy of another
being. I want to know, and I want you to show 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
deliberately 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. The game was about to
begin...
*************************
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 lie still. The
shapeshifter pulled Weyoun's arms above and 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 then took turns at each slender
thigh. It caressed his balls and brushed his penis with its soft
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.
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. Then 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 - it even 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
its 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 his
lover's thick black hair. "Show me what it's like to be helpless,"
Weyoun replied. "Show me how it feels to be at the mercy of another
being. I want to know, and I want you to show 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
deliberately 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. The game was about to
begin...
*************************
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 lie still. The
shapeshifter pulled Weyoun's arms above and 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 then took turns at each slender
thigh. It caressed his balls and brushed his penis with its soft
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.