From:     "Fred Lover of Wesley's Ass" <fred_and_wesley@hotmail.com>  
To:       ascem@earthlink.net
Subject:  NEW: In the Closet?    G/B  NC-17  (light bdsm/kinky)
Date:     Wed, 25 Nov 1998 22:28:29 PST


All right y'all, this is my latest...I was inspired by some recent 
reading, and had to put this to paper, so to speak...

"In The Closet?"
by: The Fredster

To Invicta - a chick who knows how to party HARD...and use lingerie...

Also to Carol27R, for mentioning me as one of the all time great G/B 
writers. You have taste, kiddo.

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"What are you doing here Doctor?"

Startled to find the Cardassian tailor where he least expected him, 
Bashir jumped and, said, "I was hoping to convince Leeta to indulge me
in a little afternoon delight. What are you doing here? I didn't think
you... uh... well..."

"I've been in the closet for years, Doctor. Hadn't you noticed?"

"In Leeta's closet? I had no idea, even when we were dating!"

Shaking his head, Garak said, "No, Doctor, not Leeta's closet, *the* 
closet."

"Oh!!! *The* closet. Yes, I see."

Looking sideways at Bashir to gauge his reaction, Garak asked, "Does 
that make you uncomfortable?"

Fidgeting, and looking at the ground, Bashir answered, "No, not
really. Well, maybe a little... considering that I'm sitting here amidst 
a lot of women's shoes with a gay man."

"Surely you don't think you aren't safe...?"

"No, It's not that... I just feel... strange."

"Mind if I find out how you feel for myself?" As he spoke the 
Cardassian's hand slid up the human's thigh, stopping as it met with 
Bashir's rapidly hardening cock.

Swallowing hard, Bashir squeaked out, "I... I really don't think
that's necessary!"

"Oh, my dear Doctor, I do think that it's necessary..."  As he spoke, 
Garak used his thumb to stroke the head of Bashir's erection.

Fighting to gain control of the situation, Bashir tried to ignore the 
pleasurable sensations Garak was causing, and said, "You still haven't
told me what you are doing in Leeta's closet..."

"Just making a delivery."

"A delivery? Since when do you -- ahhh! -- make deliveries?"

Hearing Bashir's inadvertent cry made Garak smile, and he increased
his efforts.

Weakly, Bashir said, "Please... stop that."

"Why?  You do seem to be enjoying it."
 
"That may well be, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't do that."
A frown had settled onto Bashir's face; the resulting pout was sexy, in
a little boy kind of way.

Leaning to whisper into his ear, Garak asked, "What's the matter? Are 
you afraid of what you might feel, Julian?  Are you afraid you might 
actually scream out in passion?" As he spoke, Garak continued to 
stimulate the younger man. "Are you afraid that you might want me to
do it again? Do you want to avoid this because I am another man, or a 
Cardassian? Maybe it's both, or is it something else entirely?"

Breathing raggedly, Bashir ground out, "Maybe, I don't know. I hadn't 
expected this... any of it."

"Well, Doctor, how do you think your lady friends feel when you pursue
them so relentlessly?"

"I guess I never thought of it that way..."

Still stroking his hand against the now hard cock, Garak continued
with, "You like being in control, don't you? You like the hunt..."

The younger man's only answer was a hissing sigh.

"It's not so fun when someone else is in control, is it?"

"Stop, please..."

Chuckling, Garak asked, "And what if I say no?"

Nearly shouting now, Bashir begged, "Please, Garak..."

At this point, the older man did stop; blinking, he said, "Doctor..."

In a small, breathy voice, Bashir replied, "Yes Garak?"

"Why did you say you were in Leeta's closet?"

A blush crept over the doctor's face as he sighed, "I have a...bit of
a fetish...actually...a couple."

Shocked, Garak reached over to unzip the Starfleet uniform.  As the 
fabric came apart, a black lace bra was revealed.  Frowning, Garak
said, "So I see.  But that still doesn't explain *why* you're here..."

"Well, I, uh... I 'borrow' lingerie; Leeta has some lovely things, and
well..."

"Pardon me for asking what may seem like a silly question, but-um--why
not just replicate the garments?"

"It's more... exciting... this way."  Bashir's breathing was getting a
bit uneven as he said, "I like the danger of it -- the thrill of
knowing whose panties I'm wearing. I like to feel lace and silk against my
cock. It excites me..."

Garak began to harden as he listened to Bashir growing more and more 
impassioned, losing himself in the fantasy.

Picking up a black spike heeled shoe, Bashir went on, "I like to smell
a woman's shoes -- to lick them." 

"I see..."

"Sometimes I sneak into Colonel Kira's closet, and I steal her dirty 
underwear...I sit in her closet, and rub her boots against my cock..."

Shocked, Garak said, "Doctor Bashir!"

Upon hearing the Cardassian's outburst, Bashir paled and hid his face
in his hands. "I'm so ashamed!"

Garak looked at the man before him in both disgust and, surprisingly, 
quite a bit of desire. His cock throbbed at the thought of taking the 
Doctor here and now.  Seeing a vision of the doctor's legs over his 
shoulders while he fucked him like a woman, Garak asked,  "And who's 
panties are we wearing today, Doctor?"

Sheepishly, Bashir said, "Umm -- ah, Ezri's...I think."

Laughingly, Garak said, "Tell me, Julian, are there any women on this 
station that you haven't stolen lingerie from?"

"Well, I've never taken any from Kai Winn..." This was said with a
wide grin.

Shuddering, Garak said,  "Thank the Gul for small favors!"

Deciding that the banter was interfering with his pleasure, Bashir 
asked, "So are you going to stand there talking all day, or are you 
planning on fucking me?"

Upon hearing the doctor's demanding words, Garak's cock stiffened to a
painful hardness.  "You've been a naughty, naughty boy you know..."

"I have...I have!"  A wave of delicious heat passed through Bashir's 
body as he replied.

With a lecherous gleam in his eye, Garak said, "I think I'm going to 
have spank you..."

Bashir couldn't get his uniform off fast enough, and Garak pulled on
the sleeves to help.  When the Cardassian stepped back he was treated to
the sight of a lovely hairy body encased in black lace undergarments.  The
doctor's thick dark cock pushed obscenely through the scanty thong as
he stood before Garak, flushed and wanting.

Garak quickly shut the door of the closet, trapping them inside. For a
moment, he admired the many hollows and curves of the young man's
body.  As the Cardassian looked on, Bashir pushed his hips forward and tipped
his head back.  His mouth fell open as he smoothed his long fingered 
hands over the lace bra and panties.

In a voice roughened by passion, Garak ordered, "Bend over."

In a small, almost childish tone, Bashir asked,  "Are you going to
spank me now, Mister?"

"Oh yes...now, bend over!"

Bashir slowly turned and bent at the waist, bracing his hands against 
the back of the closet, his pert tight bottom lovingly displayed.

Garak searched around for a moment before he found a flat sandal.  
Slapping it against his palm, he decided that it would be perfect for 
what he had in mind. Placing a hand on the lace clad ass, Garak rubbed

in a circular pattern, and said, "I'm going to punish you now."

A low hissing 'yes' was the only reply.

::SMACK::

Lurching forward from the force of the blow, Bashir said, "Oh, God!"

Rubbing the area tenderly, Garak whispered,  "It's bad to steal, 
Julian."

::SMACK::

Bashir groaned as his body jerked under the blows from the sandal,
while Garak continued to admonish him between blows.

"It's nasty--it's wrong!"

::SMACK:: 

"Tell me how bad you are..."

 ::SMACK::

Bashir screamed out, "I'm a nasty boy! I'm so bad! SPANK ME!!!"

Garak began to breathe heavily. His mind raced with thousands of 
perverted thoughts. There was so much potential here -- so many
lovely, pain-filled things he could do to this delightful young creature.  
His eyes again lit upon the collection of cheap shoes.  Quickly he
selected a particularly awful pair of apricot stiletto heels. Taking the 
shoe in his hand, he lightly ran the heel over the Doctor's hot bottom.

"You like shoes, don't you, Julian?"

Gasping, Bashir answered, "Y-yesss."

Using the long sharp heel, Garak tugged aside the panties, revealing
the crease of the young man's tight, and now red ass.  "Yessss...you love 
them, don't you?"

Feeling the scrape of the heel against his tender skin, Bashir said,
"Oh -- oh yesss -- oooh!"

With infinite care, Garak began to insert the heel of the shoe into
the tight opening.  "You're a dirty boy Julian -- a bad, bad boy."

Bashir gasped as the heel scraped the inside of his rectum slightly, 
causing him to moan and squirm with the delicious pain. "M-more!"

"Tsk, tsk -- such impatience."  Pulling out the heel, Garak looked
about until he spotted a handbag.  Rifling through it, he found some hand 
lotion and squirted a bit on the toe of the shoe.  Turning back to 
Bashir, he pushed it into the tight ass.

To Bashir, it felt as though someone were sticking a fist into his 
puckered hole as the Cardassian continued to push the toe of the shoe 
into him, repeating his name like a mantra.  "G-Garak -- fuck me!"

"I am fucking you angel...precious, precious angel..."

"No! Fuck me now! I want to feel *you* inside me, your cock in my 
ass...please..."

Not wanting to reward Bashir's bad behavior, Garak pulled the shoe
from his ass, and replaced it with a single finger. Finding that the
passage wasn't nearly slick enough for what he had in mind, Garak 
pulled it out, and sucked it and its neighbors into his mouth to wet 
them. When he was sure that they were sufficiently lubed, he roughly 
pushed them into the younger man.

Bucking against the probing fingers, Bashir pleaded, "I need more, 
Garak, please..."

Grabbing Bashir by the hair, Garak pulled him to a standing position, 
and gave him a long sloppy kiss, while continuing to push his fingers 
deeply into the younger man.   When they finally pulled apart,
Bashir's face was wet with Garak's saliva; a long strand fell from 
between their lips to Julian's lace clad chest.

Snaking his tongue out, Bashir licked the moisture from his lips, and 
asked,  "Is that the best you can do?"

Garak growled as he lowered the dark skinned man onto the carpet, 
sweeping aside the numerous shoes littering the floor.  Rolling him
onto his stomach, the Cardassian ripped off the black lace thong, which 
had become damp and sticky with the evidence of the doctor's desire.  
Lowering his face to the twin mounds of flesh, Garak began to lick 
teasingly at the base of Bashir's spine before suddenly pulling the
pert cheeks apart and thrusting his tongue into the now swollen asshole.
He began to devour the musky essence of the human as Julian rubbed
against the carpeting helplessly, the Cardassian's tongue causing him to 
moan and buck as he fucked him--in and out, in and out.  

Garak lifted his head and gasped for air before bit into one of the 
smooth, tight ass cheeks causing Julian to scream with passion, "FUCK
ME DAMN YOU!!!"

Opening his fly, Garak pulled his thick cock from his pants and thrust
it into Bashir's tight heat. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yessss...harder...more."

Grunting from the strain, Garak obliged, pushing Bashir into the floor
with the force of his strokes.  With a last violent thrust, Garak
came, shouting out the doctor's name.

Howling in frustration, Bashir heaved the older man off his back and 
rolled onto his side.  Grasping his painfully erect cock, he began to 
masturbate.

"Oh, no, Doctor, I don't think that I want you to come yet..."

Grasping the younger man's hands, Garak pulled them away from his
groin, and pinned them to the floor above his head. Positioning his groin 
in front of Bashir's mouth, Garak ordered, "Lick my cock.  Clean it with 
your mouth."

Julian felt his breath strangle in his chest as he saw the impressive 
half-erect cock in front of his face. Light purple semen dripped from 
the end, landing on the young man's trembling lips.  
"Uh-uh-uh-I-w-ant--to....but, I can't..."

Garak took his dick in hand and ran it over the full lips, coating
them with an obscene purplish gloss.  "Pretty, pretty boy -- lick my cock, 
please?"

Bashir began to suck at the gray penis, taking in the sweet yet musky 
taste. It tasted slightly of the kanaar Garak drank, and as he began to 
deep throat the re-awakening cock, his own pistoned helplessly toward 
nothing.  White-hot semen began to dribble out of the head of the 
doctor's tortured cock as he sucked and ran his tongue over and into
the piss slit of the hardening member within his throat.

As he began to become excited again, Garak removed his cock from 
Bashir's mouth and kissed him, sucking the hot human tongue, tasting
his own spunk there.  Feeling around on the floor, Garak's hand closed 
on the lace thong that he had torn from the doctor earlier.  Wrapping 
it around Bashir's straining cock, he began to pump, crushing the fabric 
into the delicate skin of the doctor's groin. He could feel the friction-
caused heat warming his palm as Bashir began to thrust into his fist.

Arching his hips off the floor, Bashir came, a breathy scream escaping
his lips.

Leaning over the exhausted human, Garak snaked his tongue out to lick 
the sheen of sweat from the bridge of Bashir's nose.  "Did you like 
that?"

"Yes...I should be bad more often."

Garak pulled down the lace bra and sucked gently at the brown nipples,
"Pretty, pretty Julian..."

Julian hissed suddenly in pain.

Looking down in alarm, Garak asked,  "What is it?"

Julian reached from under himself and pulled out a shoe, tossing it 
aside.  "The closet isn't the most comfortable place to make love."

Nuzzling the long neck, Garak whispered, "We could go to my shop -- I 
can dress you up in such pretty things..."

Julian's breath came quickly as Garak stared at him with intense blue 
eyes.

"Only the finest silks for my pretty girl---I'll make you such lovely 
lace panties and you'll wear such soft night gowns..."

Julian began to grind his hips into the tailor's as his voice
continued its seduction.

"I want to see those long legs encased in black silk stockings...I 
want..." Garak froze.

"What is it?" Bashir breathed as he nipped at his lover's throat.

Hissing, Garak said, "Listen..."

Voices came from the bedroom as the two froze in fear and horror.

"Rommie-poohs, bring me my nighty, please."

"Uh-duh, yes dear."

As one Garak and Bashir breathed, "Damn," and Garak winced as the
closet door opened

"Rommie..."

Rom turned away from the closet to look at his wife, "Yes dear?"

"It's not in the closet, it's in the bureau."

"Oh -- yeah..." Rom shut the door with out a backward glance as Garak 
and Bashir both heaved silent sighs of gratitude.

"I thought you said they would be gone for the evening...?" 

"Garak, how was I supposed to know that Quark would decide to give her
the night off?"

At that moment, the two men heard Leeta call out seductively to Rom, 
"Oh...and bring me the toy box from the chest too."

Rom repeated, "The toy box?!" 

"Yes, Rommie's been a good boy."

Bashir whispered, "Shit! I *knew* I should have checked out the chest 
first!" 

"Later, doctor--first, we need to get out of here--NOW!"

Garak and Bashir quickly and quietly rummaged around the closet, making 
themselves presentable, as the noises of the lovemaking behind the
door grew stronger.

Leeta's shout of "Come to momma! C'mon!" was nearly drowned out by
Rom's "Ride me hew-mon--YES!!!"

Caught up in the game, Leeta urged, "You're a horse! A horse! Big 
horsie! YES! YES! YES!"

"Be a cowgirl! Say my name! Say it!" encouraged Rom.

As Leeta screamed out,  "HOOOOORRRRRSSSSE!", Garak opened the door and
crawled out on his hands and knees with Bashir following slowly.
Pausing for a moment, the doctor took in the sight of Rom wearing a 
saddle and bridle, Leeta's red cowboy boots swung up onto his shoulders 
as she rode him with abandon.

"Damn...and they have spurs too."

Garak turned and hissed, "Come on--quickly."

Scowling, Bashir said, "Next time we do this, I'm checking out the 
chests first!"

Garak replied with, "Next time we do this, I get to choose the
location. No more interrupted games!"

As the two left the quarters, a great cry could be heard followed some
twenty minutes later with "Sweetie, what is this purple stuff all over
the closet?"

"I dunno, but -duh- tastes like kanaar."

The End