TITLE: Let's Play Master and Servant  
AUTHOR: BGM  
ADDY FOR FEEDBACK: soma@johnabbott.qc.ca  
PAIRING: G/B  
RATING: NC-17 (light bdsm)  
DISCLAIMER: The wonderful characters of Elim Garak and  
                     Julian Bashir belong to the undeserving Paramount  
                     Pictures et al, and this story is by no means a  
                     way to infringe on their rights.  Just a means to  
                     have complete morbid fun with them.  
  
NOTE:  Someone asked for stories with spanking in it.  I guess this 
qualifies. ;)  
  
  
There's a new game we like to play you see, The game with added reality.  
You treat me like a dog, get me down on my knees, We call it Master and  
Servant.  
  
-- Depeche Mode - Master and Servant  
  
  
LET'S PLAY MASTER AND SERVANT  
by BGM <soma@johnabbott.qc.ca>  
  
Somehow, as he was harshly led by the arm through a network of darkened 
corridors, Doctor Julian Bashir had the definite impression there was no 
longer a game being played here ... nor was _fun_ the first word which leapt 
into his mind as he studied the stiff Cardassian back in front of him.   
  
It had started off as a harmless game among friends.   One day, while 
gathering at Quark's during a lull in schedule, the senior  staff had decided 
to organise a two-day vacation in which they'd all play Master and Servant.  
O'Brien had suggested it, and Julian had laughed  pleasantly, recalling the 
dreaded game they'd all played at least once in  their lifetime. The non- 
Terrans had frowned and requested in-depth  information, and when all the 
rules had been laid out and explained, all  seemed enthusiastic about trying 
it out for two days.  
  
Leeta had passed by with a tray of liquors and caught their discussion. She  
had smiled slyly.  "I'm in, and I hope I get to choose you Julian," she'd  
giggled girlishly, blowing a kiss at the young doctor.   
  
No one had noticed the shadow in the back, seething.   
  
So it was settled. When the two-day holiday came around, they'd each filled 
in  their slip and dropped them in a bowl kindly provided by Quark (for a 
minimal  charge) and Sisko had thus taken the responsibility of choosing 
two at random  for each pairing.  The first pair turned out to be Kira and 
Worf.  The Klingon  had grumbled at this and Kira had smiled darkly.  
Thoughts of a leash and high  heeled shoes danced in her mind.  They'd 
disappeared amidst the crowd, gone to discuss their roles.  Everyone 
ignored the shouting match which rose from  their corner.   
  
Next on the list had been Quark and Leeta.  She'd groaned in 
disappointment, while he'd smiled lewdly.  When she'd passed by Bashir, 
she'd trailed a fingernail across his jaw, smiling sadly.  "Maybe next time," 
she'd said wistfully.   
  
Surprisingly enough, Julian hadn't felt any disappointment at this.  Rather  
he'd begun to feel nervous at who they'd pair him up with.  The names 
quickly vanished ... Dax and .... unexpectedly, Morn.  He'd shrugged and 
left with her.   Rom was paired with Sisko, a pairing which had induced 
quite a hearty laugh from across the bar.  Very soon nothing but one slip 
had been left in the bowl, and Bashir'd groaned inwardly.  Sisko had curled 
a lip, trying to pry it from the bowl. "I think it's stuc-- oh no, here it is," he'd 
grinned, unfolding it.  Of course it'd been Bashir ...  
  
"Captain!" a voice had urgently called then, and all had turned to the source.   
Garak, the plain and simple tailor, was making his way through the crowd.  
"I hope I'm not too late for the drawing," he'd smiled demurely, handing 
Sisko his slip.   
  
"You're just in time Mr. Garak," Sisko'd said. He'd waved generously at 
Bashir and his smile had widened. "You've just been paired with Dr. 
Bashir."   
  
Garak's expression had never wavered from his usual subtle cheer.  "Have 
I?" he'd said.  "What a delightful surprise," he'd cooed, and quickly enough, 
yanked the good doctor out of the darkened tavern.   
  
And now here they were, making their way to Garak's quarters.   At least 
that's where Julian surmised they were going. Garak hadn't said a word to 
him since their hasty departure from Quark's.   
  
"Garak," he called breathlessly, getting no response even as he waited a 
moment.  He inhaled sharply as they turned a corner, tugged roughly to 
increase the pace.  "Garak," he strained. "You realise this is only a game ... 
right?"   
  
"A game."  Garak's laugh sounded surreal.  "Yes, I suppose you would call 
it a game."   
  
Julian tried to stop, panic suddenly crushing his narrow chest.  
He tugged at the strong grip, quite unsuccessfully, and ended up lightly 
skidding across the floor.  "Garak! Please, stop for a minute!"   
  
Garak did stop, turning abruptly and hardly budging even as Julian came 
crashing into him.  "What is it Doctor?" he said with an exasperated sigh. "I 
have you for the day, and I don't want to think that I'm wasting a few 
precious minutes over your reluctant protests!   Now hurry and speak your 
mind so we may proceed."   
  
Julian gaped at him in shock.  "Garak!" he said finally.  "I thought we were 
friends!"   
  
This seemed to confuse the tailor. "We are Doctor.  Why do you say that?"   
  
"Well ..." frowned Julian. "If we are, why are you treating me like this?"   
  
"Is that not the point of the game?" growled the tailor, causing an all too-
obvious tremble to shake the young man's frame.  "Master and Servant.  I 
think the title itself is pretty self-explanatory, don't you agree?"   
  
Julian scowled and yanked his arm free. "First of all, we _both_ get to play  
Master, and second of all ... this is a _game_ Garak. Fun and laughs.  It's a 
teasing game, not one designed to mortifically humiliate you like you seem 
to be planning for me."   
  
"How do you know what I'm planning for you Doctor?" Garak wanted to 
know, his lips tilted to a side in a crooked parody of a smile as he 
approached the Human.  Julian cowered back slightly.   
  
"Well ... I assumed by the way you were ... I mean, by the way you--"   
  
Garak sighed harshly.  "Doctor, as much as I enjoy watching you 
stammering, we _are_ wasting time." He reached forward and grasped the 
doctor's wrist before turning and continuing down the stretch of corridor. 
Julian gasped at the sudden tug, crying out Garak's name with a blend of 
anger and surprise.   
  
"What's wrong with you?" he almost whimpered, finally giving up and 
letting himself be led.  "I've never seen you this angry.  What did I do?"   
  
Garak glanced over his shoulder. "What makes you think I'm angry 
Doctor?"   
  
Bashir dropped his gaze. "Well I assume that--"   
  
"You seem to have a fondness for assuming many things, my dear Doctor," 
said Garak, again pausing.  He stared at Bashir with slight contempt. "Or do 
you suppose I have a valid _reason_ to be upset?"   
  
Julian stared back, shivering slightly at the way Garak had fixed his eyes on 
him.  He couldn't help but feel like a helpless faun trapped by a skilled 
hunter.  "Why _would_ you be upset Garak?" he asked quietly.  He never 
got the answer he wanted.  Instead Garak sniffed rudely and resumed his 
walk.  A few steps later, Garak was keying the door to his quarters.    
  
Julian suddenly regressed against the powerful grip. "Why don't we go to 
my quarters instead?" he said quickly.   
  
Garak laughed, not stopping in his task. "Of course. You _would_ feel safer 
in your quarters, wouldn't you?" He glanced over his shoulder, flashing him 
a dark smile. "But my dear Doctor ... my intentions are far from making you 
feel safe. On the contrary," he growled, pulling his arm roughly before 
pushing him into his quarters. He followed, grinning.  "I think it's high time 
someone taught a lesson to the incomparable Dr Julian Bashir once and for 
all."   
  
Julian stumbled into the quarters, following Garak warily with wide eyes. 
"Why are you _talking_ like that Garak? What's gotten into you?"   
  
The Cardassian let the doors close behind him before inputting his privacy 
codes. "I'll tell you what got into me Doctor," he rumbled threateningly as 
he turned back to his captive.  "Three years of sitting in front of you and 
forced to say and do nothing while you prattled on and on and on about 
Leeta, or Melora, or Elizabeth ... do you have _any_ idea how that made me 
feel Doctor? Sitting there and forced to submit to that kind of torture for 
_three_ years?"   
  
Julian curved his lips, straightening up with defensive contempt. "If it was 
_such_ torture, why did you continue seeing me then?"  
  
Garak snorted, evidently exasperated by his question.  After a moment, he 
gave out a low chuckle. "One of life's delightful ironies I suppose," he said.  
"To see you, I had to endure listening to your pitiful conquests.  To deprive 
me of that would also deprive me of your company." Julian simply stared at 
him uncomprehendingly, feeling stupid for having nothing to say in 
response.  Garak snorted, finally throwing back his head.   
  
"Oh for Great Guls' sake, don't you understand? I've wanted you Doctor.  
Year after year I've sat with you, _wanting_ you but forced to silence 
because all this time I valued our friendship.  I submitted to your foolish 
human values and actually respected your sexual preferences without saying 
a word!"   
  
Julian inhaled sharply, finally understanding. He blinked away his daze and 
began walking toward the exit. "Garak, I don't like where this is going at 
all," he muttered, brushing against Garak's shoulder as he crossed his path.   
The tailor growled and reached out, gripping his arm.   
  
"Where are you going?" he hissed.  "I'm not through with you.  Sit and stay 
there," he barked, hurling him back toward a chair.  Julian gave out a 
startled cry before tumbling over the seat. Almost immediately he jumped 
to his feet.   
  
"I will not tolerate this kind of--" He cowered back as Garak stalked to him 
and gasped as the Cardassian pushed him violently back into his seat. 
"Garak!" he shouted angrily.   
  
"Three years forced to lay back passively, while every fibre of my being 
screamed at me to take you ... to lay claim on you," Garak growled. "And 
now that this little game has happened to cross our path, I'm more than 
eager to take full advantage of my role."   
  
Julian clutched at the armrests, gaping at his friend.  His friend ...  
"You can't Garak," he choked. "If you force me ... if you _rape_ me I'll tell  
Odo.  And he'll throw you off the station. You don't want that, do you 
Garak?"   
  
Garak laughed heartily.  "You think Odo will _believe_ you?" he asked, 
circling the chair languidly.  "Doctor, you were always one to over-
exaggerate, and Odo will certainly take your petty complaints as that.   
Besides ... you get to be master tomorrow," he whispered hotly in his ear.   
"Wouldn't you prefer extracting some sort of revenge rather than go through 
tedious politics to have me removed?" He chuckled and came back in front, 
leaning over the armrests and sweeping his breaths over Bashir's tender 
face.   "But I'm curious Doctor ... what makes you so sure I'll force you? 
Trust me my dear ...  before this day is over you'll be on your knees begging 
for me to stretch the pleasure into tomorrow."   
  
"What do you intend to do to me Garak?" asked Julian, trying desperately to 
still the quaver in his lip.   
  
"Everything," Garak promised ominously.  "But first, let us understand the 
rules, shall we?" Smiling as would a child suddenly finding itself will all the 
power, Garak began his lecture. "Now I expect you to obey me, without 
thought or question, every time.  Failure to do so will result in a 
punishment.  I also expect you to carry out my orders within a very short 
amount of time. In other words, immediately, or else you get a punishment.  
Let's see ... am I forgetting anything?  Oh yes," he grinned, bending down to 
Julian's level.  "No talking.  I don't want to hear one word out of that mouth 
Doctor.  As of now, any word you speak will be met with a punishment.  
But by all means, the fact you can't speak doesn't prohibit you from 
expressing yourself verbally.  In fact, I can't _wait_ to hear that exquisite 
voice scream in rapture for me Doctor."  
  
"You can't do this you know, you ..." he frowned as Garak began thrusting a 
finger, then another, then one at each word out of his mouth.  "What ... what 
are you doing Garak?"   
  
"That's thirteen words Doctor.  Strip.  You're about to get your first 
punishment."   
  
"Garak! You can't mean that!"   
  
"Nineteen.  You're not accustomed to beatings Doctor.  So I suggest you 
stop now lest you seriously want to injure yourself."   
  
Julian growled and reached for his insignia.  Garak leapt forward with 
blinding speed and snatched it away before he could touch it. "Your 
punishment just increased to thirty blows Doctor."  His eyes darkened.  
"Now that's what I would call a _serious_ initiation.  Strip without another 
word Doctor and perhaps I'll be lenient with you."   
  
Panic welled inside Julian's chest and tears began to shine through his wide 
expressive eyes.  He was cornered, trapped.  If he spoke out, it would only 
be met with more punishment.  And as it was, Julian had no way of 
expecting what was in store for him.  He was utterly trapped with an utterly 
dangerous man.  His tears finally rolled down his cheek and Garak regarded 
him with some amusement.   
  
"Oh now Doctor," he said with a measure of pity bordering his tone.  
"None of that now.  And what's this I see," he smiled, approaching the 
doctor.  

When the young man retreated, Garak grasped a wrist and pulled him 
closer, studying the tears.  "Crying?  Is my masculine skirt-chaser of a 
friend actually weeping when all I've done is establish the rules of the 
game?  My sweet Doctor ..." he smiled, raising the pointed chin.  "We've 
hardly began," he whispered hotly.   
  
The starlight outside the station cast a pale, soft hue over the quarters, 
smoothing the edges and softening the atmosphere.   Now whether Garak 
had lowered the lights for Julian's comfort or simply because the fancy had 
struck him, Julian couldn't know. But he did take some measure of solace in 
the darkened ambience, embracing it warmly, hiding within its inviting 
cloak while Garak did whatever he wanted with his body.   
  
Which ... at the moment wasn't something he could so easily ignore.   
  
After he'd stripped of his clothing, Garak had taken a few moments to 
appraise the young man's body in a way which Julian found embarrassing.  
How dare he?  His friend, and he was cooing and doing all but whistling 
after a ...  beautiful ... body.  Exactly what he'd do to a woman, Julian 
thought right after Garak ordered him to kneel by his bed.  Garak was 
treating him exactly how he'd treat a woman, save for the beating of course.  
Was this the lesson Garak had talked about earlier?   
  
"Do you want me to bind your wrists together Doctor?" Garak was asking 
in his ear, almost gently. Julian swallowed hard and closed his eyes tightly.  
"It'll reduce the temptation to struggle, and I won't tell you how many more 
punishments I'll add if you _dare_ try and stop the session.  So?  Do you?"   
  
//Yes ...//   
  
"No," he spat with withering sarcasm, pushing away the tiny voice in his 
head.  "It's fine Garak. Just go ahead and beat me and rape me. I'll _try_ to 
stay quiet about it." As soon as his sentence was out of his mouth, he 
ducked his head and whispered, "shit" to himself.   
  
"You forget your orders quickly my sweet. Fifty-one."   
  
"You tricked me!"   
  
Garak laughed with genuine mirth.  "Fifty-four!  Great Gul, Doctor, I'm 
beginning to wonder whether you crave this or not. Any more words to add 
before I start?" he whispered, caressing the smooth lower back with a cool 
hand. Julian shivered and vehemently shook his head.   
  
"Excellent.  So we may commence.  And you might want to pull a pillow or 
two to clutch at Doctor. You're bound to get a bit ...  restless after a 
moment." Julian growled deep in his throat and settled more comfortably 
against the bed. He felt his thighs brush against the soft linens, and he 
stifled a moan. Behind him, Garak shuffled around the quarters, still talking. 
"We'll make this easier Doctor," he said, rummaging through a drawer. 
"While I punish you, I'll ask you questions so you may concentrate on 
something other than this ..."   
  
Julian frowned and turned halfway before his ass cheeks were brutally 
slapped with what he could only surmise as being a flat belt.  He gave out a 
startled cry, pushing against the bed while he twisted the sheets into his 
fists. Garak chuckled. "Agreed? Agreed. Just nod or shake your head.  By 
the way. I'm excellent at keeping count." He chuckled. "Just in case you 
thought of speaking."   
  
//Damn you Garak, why the hell are you doing this?// Julian was shocked at 
how badly he wanted to talk, to open his mouth and defy Garak's orders. He 
didn't though, and waited for the humiliating questions that would 
accompany his painful punishment.   
  
"Have you ever fucked a man, Doctor?" Garak asked, and waited until 
Julian shook his head before laying a searing blow to his back. He cried out, 
pressing his chest against the mattress.   
  
"Were you ever fucked by one?" A shake of the head and a hit.   
  
"Would you like to be?" Again Julian shook his head and Garak laughed 
merrily before administrating the blow.   
  
"And here I thought _I_ was the liar," he said with a chuckle.   "The truth 
doctor," he said with more earnest. "Wouldn't you love to feel a man control 
you? Discover your true desires and take rein over them? Manipulate you? 
Use you?" He'd accentuated every question with a whack, and  Julian cried 
at each caustic connection. When Garak took a pause, Julian lay limply 
upon the bed, panting. //Damn you Garak.// Yet as flustered and furious  
as he was at Garak, still the thought of revenge kept him going.  The 
thought of Garak suffering under his hand the following day was just too 
delicious to pass up, and he'd be damned before showing the Cardassian 
bastard any weakness. //So go ahead Garak. Beat the living shit out of me. 
See if I care.//   
  
At thirty blows, Julian began to care.  
  
His mind screamed, his voice was hoarse from crying out and moaning, 
even as his ass began to rise blindly to meet the blows. He couldn't recall 
when the painful hits segued into an erotic slap, making his skin warm and 
tingle with delicious pain. Julian frowned and shook his head. //Must be the 
pain,// he thought, satisfied with the excuse. Dazedly, he heard Garak's 
voice hovering around him.   
  
"Still with me Doctor? I'm impressed. Next question." There was complete 
silence before Garak grinned and asked, "Actually .... I have an ultimatum 
for you instead.  Either I stop now and fuck you, or I continue with the 
beating until the end and never touch you.  You may speak now. Tell me 
what you want; it's your choice."   
  
Julian pushed himself weakly on his hands and glanced over his shoulder at  
Garak looming over him. He was breathing hard, his skin was wet and the 
evidence of his arousal was pressing into the hard mattress. Still his 
stubbornness refused to let his pride drop.  "I don't want you touching me 
Garak. Go on, finish what you started," he snapped, slumping back onto the 
bed.   
  
"If you say so," Garak said cheerfully, and went on with the punishment.  
Disallowed to claim the Doctor as a reward after, he injected his anger and 
frustration into his ministrations, crashing the belt harsher across the ruddy 
skin. Julian was crying out at each blow, his face buried in the sheets even 
as he thrust his ass back, silently demanding more. Garak laughed, gleefully 
giving more. At fifty, Julian cried out, arching his neck back and spreading 
his legs as far as he could reach.   
  
"Garak!" he cried, thrusting back suggestively. "Please ..."   
  
The blows interrupted. "Please what?"   
  
"Don't make me say it," he moaned, rubbing his face into the sheets to erase 
the sweat.   
  
"Twenty more then," Garak growled, and began to spread the blows on his 
skin with angry force. Julian sobbed, jerked forward at each impact.   
  
"All right!" he cried, his voice cracking with tears. "Please, Garak ... fuck  
me."   
  
"Now was that polite enough?" Garak mused.   
  
"Don't make me grovel," Julian pleaded, slumping against the bed.   
  
Dimly, he heard the belt crash to the floor, the added blows forgotten as  
Garak stripped of his trousers and shoes. Pressing the wet, distended head 
against Julian's opening, Garak gripped the slim thighs firmly before 
entering the tight, virgin entrance.  "Although your continued impertinence 
doesn't deserve it, I'm feeling generous today."   
  
Inside Julian's head was a whirlwind of emotions. //You're crazy Jules ... 
you're letting him have his way with you ... what, you don't feel man 
enough to struggle? What's a little beating compared to letting him rape 
you??   He was almost done ...//   
  
But he simply pushed the voices away as far as he could, concentrating on 
the novel feeling of being penetrated. He'd longed for it ...  secretly, in the 
shadows of night, buried under his covers while allowing himself to 
fantasise harmlessly about how exciting it would be to have Garak have his 
way with him. And now, stripped of clothing, stripped of his rank and his 
identity, reduced to a quivering mass of flesh used and manipulated by this 
magnificent man now fucking him, Julian forgot who he was and lost 
himself in the moment.   
  
Still Garak continued to taunt him. "I thought you didn't want this Doctor,"  
he whispered harshly, emphasising his words with a rough thrust. Julian 
was jolted forward, his skin abraded by the sheets under him.   
  
"I want it," he moaned, curling and unfurling his fists as Garak pounded 
mercilessly into him. "Yes," he smiled ecstatically, pushing his hips back 
against the hard Cardassian thighs slapping his with brute force. "More ... 
harder ..."   
  
"How right I was of you," Garak said to himself, dropping the torments and 
focusing on the pleasure at hand. Julian was so tight it was almost painful, 
so exquisitely painful. Each throb of the Human's heartbeat squeezed him 
with surprising force, milking him with each withdrawal, stimulating him as 
he lay still for a few moments and draped his hard body over Bashir's 
slender one.   Feeling indulgent, he reached around the slim waist and 
curled a broad hand over Julian's fiery cock, pumping it furiously as he 
increased his own thrusts.  

Julian whimpered, arching under Garak, pushing himself almost at arm's 
length from the bed to push more into the tailor, get more penetration. His 
thin frame quavered, undulated as though he was stretching his limbs, 
bringing his arms up and around the wide serrated neck and pressing his 
neck firmly against Garak's shoulder.  The Cardassian's hands wound 
around his waist, pulling him closer as he drove more into the hot depths of 
Julian's body, grunting now at each stab of pleasure his thrusts caused.   
  
A moment later, they lost themselves to ecstasy.   
  
"Wake up, my delectable slave," Garak whispered, slapping the rounded ass 
gently. "We're wasting time by your sleeping."   
  
Julian blinked hazily, squinting in the brightness shining in his eyes. When 
he focused, he found himself staring up at a series of spotlights lining the 
ceiling. //Those aren't mine ...// Then reality hit him, and he straightened  
up abruptly. A sharp pang of pain erupted in his ass and he groaned.   
  
Garak merely laughed, fastening his trousers. "Yes, that will be sore for a 
few days." When Julian focused his angry eyes on him he stabbed a finger 
at him, darkening his look. "Don't forget the rules Doctor.  You only speak 
when I give you leave to speak. Now," he smiled, considering his servant. 
"What shall I do with you. I've beat you.  I've fucked you. Thoroughly I 
might add," he added smugly. "I think it's time you were taught a lesson in 
self-worth. And how you have too much of it," he added darkly. "So!" he 
said with a bright cheerful grin. "We're going to do something different. Go 
into the bathroom and dress into that which I've laid out for you. I don't 
want to see you back in here without everything on.   
  
//Damn you! After I've confessed with my body how I felt, you still want to 
pursue this?? Fuck you Garak.//   
  
He went into the bathroom, dutifully, expecting some bizarre concoction 
directly conjured from Garak's warped mind. He sighed, opening the lights.  
What he saw killed his breath. He almost turned to shout that he wouldn't 
wear this if his life depended on it, but then remembered the rule. //Fuck the  
rule.//   
  
"I'm not wearing this!" he screamed through the door.   
  
He heard a vague chuckle, and thought he caught Garak whispering, "Four."  
Louder he said, "You wear it Doctor; you wear it or I'll beat you so soundly 
you won't be able to sit down for weeks on end. And not with a belt Doctor.   
With a whip.  Make no mistake, I own several."   
  
//I'm sure you do, you bastard.// Julian turned back to the items in question.  
A collar with a thin leash attached to it, long hip high latex boots with heels, 
gloves made of the same material and black wrist and ankle bracelets bound 
together by a chain. Nothing else to cover his body but his own skin. He 
shuddered and this time stifled the urge to cry out his indignation. He 
wouldn't even give Garak the pleasure of hearing him scream at the 
injustice.   
  
Quietly, furiously quiet, he slipped into the boots, smoothing them out on 
the way and feeling an incongruous moment of fascination at how good the 
cool leather felt against his thighs. He violently pushed the thought away 
and angrily thrust an arm into the first glove. Again the cool touch sent a 
shiver of comfort down his spine, and he marvelled at how truly wonderful 
the embracing leather was. He suddenly wished he could wrap his entire 
body in it, losing himself to the comforting coolness ... leather or Garak's 
skin? Was there a difference? //What's wrong with you?// Next he circled 
his neck with the collar, letting the thin black chain fall over his bare chest. 
He turned briefly to the mirror and thought he'd seen a cat. A feline, moving 
with every grace and indolence. He smiled at the thought and turned his 
attention to the cuffs, quickly making use of them. Against the black of the 
gloves and boots, nothing was immediately visible save for the gold chains 
connecting them together.  It allowed him freedom of movement, but not 
much. Nothing he could plan a dashing escape with anyhow.   
  
He turned again to the full length mirror and considered himself. What he 
thought would look ridiculous and terribly embarrassing turned out to be ...  
beautiful. Black framed a golden body, in no way blatantly contrasted by 
the dark colour. His own golden skin was still dark even next to the black, 
and seemed to glow with its own light. Encompassed within his silky 
thighs, and now the soft pliant rim of his boots, his sex lay limply, though 
he knew Garak would make use of it soon enough.  
 //Jules, stop this. You're liking yourself in a slave's attire.  You're not a 
slave!// He smiled, turning halfway and inspected the way he moved with 
the new skin. //But I'm beautiful like this. _He_ made me look beautiful.// 
Some part of his mind scoffed at his excuse. //If you think being a slave is 
beautiful Jules, then by all means. Strut around the station like this why 
don't you?//   
  
He finally frowned at his reflection and turned to leave the room. //I do have 
limits,// he thought angrily, and stepped outside to where Garak waited 
patiently, drinking rokassa juice.   
  
When he saw him, his own breath caught. "Magnificent," he murmured, and 
Julian pretended to be insulted.   
  
"I look ridiculous," he scorned.   
  
Garak sighed with irritation and went to stand before his young captive ... 
this wonderful beautiful young man, so totally his right now. He took the 
leash in one hand and smiled insidiously. "We'll see if your friends agree 
with you," he whispered ominously, and it was only when Garak began 
pulling him toward the door that Julian realised with horror what Garak 
intended.   
  
"NO!" he screamed, no longer caring of the punishments later.   
"Garak, no, you can't do this! I ... I have friends, colleagues ...  
Garak, please, I beg you, think about my reputation!"   
  
"That's twenty-eight," Garak growled. "And we are playing this silly game 
of yours Doctor. Isn't the whole point of it to bend someone's will according 
to their wishes? And right now, my wish is to parade you across the 
Promenade to the replimat, where we'll have a nice quiet lunch together."   
  
"You're insane!" Julian screeched, tugging at his leash and making him 
choke.   
  
"Thirty. I'm not insane Doctor. I've explained it to you; you need a lesson in 
self-worth. I'm here to demonstrate to you that Doctor Julian Bashir, 
specialist in multi-species medicine and biochemistry is not the be all end 
all of youth and success. You may think you have the right to strut around 
and ensnare everyone's heart at your whim, but you don't. I'll make you 
recognise and respect everyone else's wishes and desires too Julian, and if it 
takes a little humiliation to penetrate that stubbornness of yours, then so be 
it.  It's time someone put you on display for other people's hungry looks. 
You've been doing it to women for far too long."   
  
"Then why don't you just teach it to me here?" Julian said desperately, 
thoughts of being beaten far more inviting than being paraded around naked 
in front of his friends. "Teach me a lesson here, I'll take it. A hundred 
blows, two, please Garak!"   
  
The tailor chuckled pleasantly. "I knew you'd beg me for it later, but right 
now nothing you say or do can deter this. Come along Doctor," he said, 
stepping outside the quarters and pulling Julian at his side. "I suggest you 
not struggle so much Doctor. You'll look far less ridiculous if you stop these 
futile attempts at escape."   
  
"I hate you," he hissed, feeling his breath vanish from his lungs as he  
realised they were actually heading for the Promenade.   
  
At his side, Garak's look darkened. "You can't faze me Doctor.  I'm already 
used to those words. And by the way - we're up to fifty-seven.  Lovely way 
to end the day, wouldn't you agree?"   
  
Julian was too lost in mortification to acknowledge the Cardassian's words.   
  
The first few minutes were hell. In fact, the whole parade was hell, yet the 
first moments into it was unbearable. Julian was red with embarrassment, 
feeling the continuous racking of his heart and the blood pounding across 
his throat and making him dizzy. At his side, Garak was the picture of calm.   
  
//Damn you ... of course this isn't affecting you is it? I'm just some piece of 
meat to you. A nice piece of meat to show off.//   
  
Around him, people gasped and stepped out of their way. He thought he 
saw his nurse somewhere, taking a peek and promptly blanching in shock. 
//Oh I can't wait to return to the Infirmary,// he thought angrily, focusing his 
burning gaze on an invisible point in front of them. He tried to ignore the 
looks, the lewd whistles, the catcalls.  Between them, Julian's hand was 
gripping Garak's tunic with furious strength, twisting it in a knot as though 
he was releasing all his pain into that single patch of clothing. Garak merely 
chuckled, tugging at him to increase the pace.  Finally, a familiar voice rose 
behind them.   
  
"Doctor! Mr. Garak ... don't you think this is pushing the game a tad too far  
...?"   
  
They both turned and Julian wished himself a quick death. "Captain ..." he 
murmured and Garak leaned across to whisper,   
  
"Fifty-eight." He dropped his voice even further. "I was a master torturer in 
the Order, Doctor. If you dare try to plead with Sisko, I'll show you exactly 
what techniques I used to employ on disobedient young men. And it won't 
be things you'll thrust your ass at me and begging for more."   
  
Julian flushed and clamped his mouth shut. Garak returned Sisko his smile 
and said, "I am simply playing the game Captain. As I'm sure the good 
Doctor here will do tomorrow, when his turn comes. Won't you Doctor?"   
  
Julian only nodded, suddenly numb. He didn't care.   
  
Garak smiled in approval and turned his attention back to the captain, who 
was trying very hard not to glance down at the Doctor's body.  "Speaking of 
which Captain, I don't see your slave ... or master?  around."   
  
Sisko smiled wickedly. "Oh I've let him stand in his underwear in the 
women's washroom, handing out towels. I heard he received quite a few 
slaps to the face too." Both men laughed softly, while Julian wondered 
whether he was dreaming or not.  Surely ... Sisko would not let this pass so 
smoothly, would he? Or did he think this was all part of the game? He was 
naked for Gods' sakes. Surely Sisko would realise Julian would never let 
himself be handled so cheaply.   
  
After the pleasant chatter was over, they resumed their walk to the replimat.  
When Julian rose his head, he faltered and almost fell into Garak's arms.   
  
They were all there. Dax, Kira, Worf, Leeta ... everybody he knew was 
there, gathered as though they'd been expecting him all along. Garak cupped 
his backside and pushed him forward. "Oh now," he whispered. "We won't 
let a couple of prying eyes let us disturb us, will we?"   
  
They sat down, Julian uneasily while Garak smoothly ordered two steaming 
soup du jour. While they waited, Dax came over their table, smiling 
wickedly. She sat at the edge of the table where Julian sat and simply took a 
moment to study the beautiful body of Julian Bashir. She raked her eyes 
hungrily over the slender cock, making no effort whatsoever to look 
inconspicuous.  After a while, she finally looked up.  "You know, had I 
known ... maybe I wouldn't have snubbed you so fast." She gave him a 
flirtatious smile and walked off with Kira, who spared a few lewd remarks 
that brought an angry blush to the young man's features.   
  
"I want to leave ..." he whimpered, oblivious to the soup Worf had taken 
upon himself to bring. When he deposited the bowls, he turned to Bashir 
and brutally gripped his cock while breathing fire in Julian's face.   
  
Julian reddened and slapped his palms over the table in the intent to get up.  
Garak reached for the leash and tugged brutally. "Stay there and stay quiet," 
he ordered, while Worf scraped his fingernails across Julian's shaft. Tears 
sprang to the young man's eyes as he tried desperately to stay still.   
  
"Now that I've seen how pitifully servile you are," Worf boomed, "perhaps I 
will take it upon myself to play with this for a day or two, when the urge 
grabs me," he growled, pumping the sex a few times.  Julian gasped and 
pushed away, throwing Garak a helpless look. Worf grunted, which might 
have been anything from a laugh to a snort, and went off on his way.   
  
One after the other they came, some with debauched comments which all 
seemed out of character, some with touches that sent shivers down Julian's 
soul.   
  
Finally Julian leaned forward, tears shining in his eyes. "You've made your 
point Garak, please, I don't care what you do to me, just get me away from 
here ... please! I'm begging you know, end this!" He broke into a sob and 
buried his face in his arms, stupidly embarrassed to show off his tears when 
all had seen him naked and on a leash. Garak's leash.   
  
There was a soft sigh before Garak spoke aloud. "Computer, end program." 
He smiled tenderly as the scene dissolved around him. Julian rubbed his 
tears away, looking around the empty room with a bemused look. "I just 
hope this taught you a valuable lesson," Garak said calmly, without a trace 
of guile or amusement.   
  
"This was all an illusion?" Julian asked, both incredibly relieved and 
impressed he'd been so well fooled. Garak laughed.   
  
"Oh I assure you, the fucking was very real. So were the beatings and your 
desire to submit to them. But yes, the public humiliations were all an 
illusion." He smiled ironically. "I thought it'd be too cruel not to tell you.  
Though seeing how you'd interact with your fellow colleagues the next day 
would have been a memorable sight." He sighed and offered his hand to 
Julian, who was sitting on the floor.   
  
"But ... h-how?" he stammered, shivering violently from shock.   
  
"I merely transported us here when you were asleep. I politely asked Ops to 
indulge us, and told them it was part of the game when they asked for an 
explanation.  So no one knows what transpired here my dear Doctor. Unless 
you feel embarrassed at having people know you spent an hour or so in the  
holosuite with me."   
  
Julian was too intoxicated with relief to care. "Garak, all I want to do now  
is go home. With you. Just ... get me away from here."   
  
Garak smiled and nodded, calling Ops for transport.   
  
As soon as they were back in the safety of Garak's quarters, Julian dropped 
to his knees and hugged one of Garak's legs, no longer furious at how easily 
he submitted to the Cardassian's authority. As long as no one saw him, he 
was more than willing to please this wonderful man who'd went out of his 
way to teach him a lesson. "Please don't ever do that again," he whispered 
againstthe pantleg, weeping slightly.   
  
Garak slid down to his knees and pinched the pointed chin, lifting it to meet  
the scintillating dark eyes. "I won't. I think ...  I think you understand now 
what I was trying to show you."   
  
"Let's go to bed ..." he whispered. "I still have my punishment to receive,"  
he added earnestly.   
  
Garak laughed and gathered him in his arms. "My dear Doctor ... as good as 
I once was, I'm utterly embarrassed to say I've lost count of the instances 
you disobeyed me. Let's forget about those and just be ourselves, shall we?"   
  
Julian whimpered with need, feeling Garak's tunic rub erotically against his 
naked skin. "I want you," he murmured against the broad powerful 
shoulder.   
  
Garak glanced at the chrono. "I don't think we'll have time Doctor.  
It's your turn in less than an hour."   
  
Julian shook his head and said, "Fuck the game Garak. I want to be with 
you.  Look at me ... I'm dressed up like a slave." He pulled back slightly, 
eyes shining with lust. "You won't let an opportunity like that pass, will 
you?"   
  
"Surely not," the Cardassian growled and pushed him back to the floor. "So 
my pretend slave wants to be treated like one, does he?" he smiled and 
tossed his head at him. "Spread your legs. And raise your hands above your 
head." When Julian obeyed with still that smile of contemptuous lust on his 
lips, Garak leaned over him and whispered, "I'm about to give you one hell 
of a ride."   
  
And ride him he did. Despite the hard floor, Julian thrashed and moaned 
like a lost soul, lost in sensation as Garak pounded him over and over, broad 
hands over his hips and pulling him down as he thrust up wantonly, 
touching the Human's core where none had touched before.  
And though Garak hadn't bound his slender wrists or held them tightly 
himself, Julian let them rest above his head, clenching and unfurling his 
fists at each thrust, spreading them wide and attempting to clutch at the 
carpet's short bristles. He clenched his teeth as he felt his release closing in, 
feeling Garak's hot body slide over and over against his erection.  His 
moans became continual until finally he cried out, spilling his essence over 
their bellies.   
  
Though Garak hadn't come yet, and he stopped just before he did.  
Instead, he pulled at the chain with brute force, and flung Julian face down 
over his bed. He landed with a slight bounce, and promptly felt the slick 
swollen head of Garak's cock at his puckered entrance.  Gasping, Julian slid 
onto his knees and spread his legs, offering himself to the beautiful 
Cardassian who'd done this to him; who'd turned his fantasies into reality. 
He gave himself willingly, buried his face in the hard mattress while he 
placed his pleasure into Garak's hands with the enthusiasm of a slave. Only 
it wasn't just a game anymore. Garak was truly controlling his passion and 
desires, enhancing them, making him climb incredible heights.   
  
He moaned, and lost himself.   
  
When Julian woke, he promptly realised their exhaustion had made them 
sleep the entire next day. He stretched, quickly realising his hands were still 
bound tightly together. Dimly, he recalled how often they'd fucked after the 
little incident in the holosuite; how Julian had given himself over and over  
in gratitude and lust. He'd lost count after the third time.   
  
Now he was opening his eyes to find the Cardassian sprawled over him, his 
face inches from his own and peaceful with sleep.  When Julian smiled and 
whispered his name, Garak woke lazily, pleased by the sight welcoming 
him.   
  
"Good morning ..." he slurred.   
  
"Good evening would be more appropriate," Julian murmured, directing his 
gaze at the far wall.   
  
Garak glanced wearily over his shoulder, looking up at the chrono. "Time's 
up," he whispered. "The game's over. Everyone's gathered at Quark most 
probably by now, discussing the embarrassing details."   
  
Julian smiled ecstatically, turning back Garak's head to stare into the pallid 
blue eyes. "Let them worry," he hissed, reaching up to grasp the headboard 
when he was sure he had Garak's attention. The tailor smiled wickedly and 
reached up, squeezing the slender wrists as he rubbed enticingly over the 
painfully aroused body beneath him.   
  
"Who knew a silly game would unite us?" Garak whispered hotly, nuzzling 
against the slender shoulder. "Chance," he added, kissing along the fragile 
clavicle, "has a strange way of working sometimes." He smiled inwardly, 
thinking back on his clever plan to add in Morn's name. He knew the mute 
would have never protested about his unexpected addition to the game, and 
in the end it'd left Bashir alone ... his slip written on heavier, slightly 
magnetised paper which had faintly clung to the bottom of the metallic 
bowl. In the midst of the excitement, Julian had never noticed the grey hand 
which had offered him the slip. And so Garak had graciously volunteered ...   
  
"Chance," Julian giggled, "or certain spies named Elim Garak."   
  
Garak bit reproachfully against the tender skin and growled.   
"That was my secret to tell, Doctor. For that, you know what you'll get."   
  
Julian's giggles segued into soft whimpers and he bucked insistently against 
the tough reptilian hide draping his body.   "Yes ..." he whispered, and cried 
out when Garak nibbled his approval over a sensitive nipple.   
  
"Give me what I deserve ..." //Give me what I need ...//   
  
A thirsting voice, whispered in the near lightlessness of Garak's quarters.   
  
THE END  
  
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