The Sexy Gay Vorta continued...

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Weyoun was very hungry. He sat down to a large breakfast,
and between mouthfuls of fried egg, sausage and bacon, he spoke.
"There's something I want to discuss with you Odo, and this seems
like an appropriate moment. There's something I'd like to try,
something we might enjoy doing together..."

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Odo cherished Weyoun. Whatever else he might be, he was
the most affectionate and demonstrative of lovers. He was adventurous,
uninhibited, and Odo looked forward to their time together. He happily
returned the Vorta's affection. Now Weyoun was asking for something
which was adventurous, but not at all affectionate. He asked Odo to
think carefully before giving him an answer. He said he wouldn't
pressure him, or try to manipulate him. "You have to want it too,
Odo."

Odo couldn't think about much else that day - he'd never had
so much trouble concentrating on his work. He thought back to the time
before he'd ever 'coupled' - his work fulfilled him, and he never even
thought about sex. Had he been happy? It seemed such a long time ago
now, and he couldn't really remember. One thing he was certain of,
however - he was going to tell Weyoun "No." He wouldn't, COULDN'T do
this thing...

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Weyoun's quarters were luxurious by station standards. He'd
chosen the plush carpets and most of the furnishings himself. All the
decorations the previous occupant had left behind had been thrown out,
along with most of the furniture. But he'd kept the bed - it was very
comfortable. It was, in fact, an antique cast iron bedstead the owner
had brought from earth. The beauty of its curved ironwork was lost on
Weyoun, but now at least he'd found a good use for it.

Weyoun greeted his visitor at the door. The Vorta looked
ravishing in tight black leather trousers, long black leather boots,
and a cream silk shirt, slit open to the waist. Odo returned his
welcoming kiss, but resisted the urge to reach inside the shirt and
stroke a nipple.

Weyoun reclined in a soft chair with his feet upon a small
table, ankles crossed. On the table were two strips of black silk, and
a multi-coloured jar of Risan design. Weyoun was holding a leather
riding crop. He regarded Odo seriously as he stroked it's smooth
black shaft. What's going on here? Odo asked himself. Pressure?
Manipulation? Temptation?

Odo sighed. The events of that morning had shown him he
was capable of less than gentle conduct with Weyoun, and the Vorta
was clearly serious about his request. Odo didn't really want to
disappoint his lover - he only wanted to play a game, after all.
Alright. He'd co-operate, play along - but only as far as he could.