Nga'chuq R'uustai

The following story depicts sex between two teenage boys, sex between two species, and torture of teenage boys by men. Star Trek, Deep Space Nine, and all characters from the series are trademarks of and copyright Paramount Pictures Corporation.

This is the continuing saga of Jake Sisko by Aardon Beta (Jake and Nog Trilogy). Trek fans and Klingons can write to the author c/o authorsix@hotmail.com where the author has a subspace temporal portal link for when he is in transmission range with Earth.

nga'chuq R'uustai

Part 1

Stardate 49559.6. Jake stared at the date he had written on the blank screen. It was mid afternoon and all he had to show for his effort was the present time. He should have known it would not work. He was in a totally crappy mood, and an author cannot write when he is in a totally crappy mood.

It was little consolation, but the teenager knew he was not the only one having a bad day. The Klingon's continued excursion into Cardassian territory was placing a strain on the Federation-Klingon alliance, and on his father, who was in charge of this area of the Alpha Quadrant. Kira was still fuming over the visit by the recently demoted Gul Dukat, and the recent suspicion of a Dominion invasion of Earth had Odo in a funk over his alienation with the Changelings. Rom and his brother Quark were quarrelling incessantly over how the bar should be run and Rom's growing independence. Now Worf's brother had arrived with several Klingon warriors and had asked Worf to kill him because he could not live with the family's dishonour. It seemed like everyone Jake knew was having a crappy time. Being a sensitive boy, Jake worried about his friends. Anything that upset them upset him.

If that was not enough reason for him to be in a bad mood, he was also feeling guilty. It had been just over a year ago that he had decided he was gay, and that was the life he wanted to lead. Since then he had come close to coming out of the closet half a dozen times, but each time he had chickened out. He was seventeen and a half now, and it was not easy living a life of lies. Being very fond of his father, it was especially hard lying to him, but his father had enough problems without having to face having a gay son.

It had been his best pal, Nog, who had introduced him to masturbation back when he was fourteen. Since then they had explored other ways the two boys could satisfy their sexual needs with each other. He knew Nog had engaged in sex with him only because the Ferengi teen needed an outlet for his raging hormones. Had there been any willing females, he would never have done anything with Jake. Jake, on the other hand, had sex with Nog for a far different reason. He enjoyed it.

Nog had been in the Starfleet Academy for four months now, so for the past four months Jake had been having sex with his right hand. After fucking and sucking with Nog for a year, that was depressing, and it was not satisfying him. There were no other males his age on the station, however, and he certainly could not approach one of the adults. That was a third reason he was feeling so crappy. He had to get his nuts off with someone, and it had to be soon.

Even the Klingon youth sitting on the other side of Quark's was looking good. He was a typical Klingon, dark brown, swarthy complexion, prominent forehead ridges on an otherwise thin face, coarse, long black hair down to his shoulders, and a permanent sneer on his lips. He was solidly built with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. His studded leather uniform made him look even more ferocious. Making out with the bruiser would be a far different experience than with his Ferengi pal.

Actually, it was not a bad thought, Jake realized. He absent-mindedly groped himself as he considered the possibilities. The Afro-American teenager was well hung, but he had heard the Klingons were even more so. The youth across the bar glared at him as Jake imagined the two of them, their naked bodies joined together in a hot embrace, their stiff cocks throbbing. . . .

The Klingon rose and began to stride toward him. Jake suddenly realized what he had done. Shit, he had been sitting there eyeing the young warrior like most boys size up girls. If that had not been bad enough, he had been groping himself and at the moment had a raging hard-on. Jake looked away and tried desperately to think of an excuse as the Klingon boy sat down at his table.

"You have been looking at me," he said with typical, gruff Klingon abruptness.

"Ah, I. . . ."

"I know the look."

"The look?"

The boy paused, thinking of the English words. "The rutting lust look."

"Mmm, you got me," Jake said with relief. That would work as an explanation.

"You are a warrior?"

"No, I'm a writer," Jake said, expecting immediate derision for such an occupation.

"That is good," the boy said much to Jake's surprise. "Very good. Are you mating with anyone?"

"No," Jake replied with a smile. Klingons do get straight to the point!

"But you desire to be mating."

"Well, yes, you could say that." There was no need to tell him what sex Jake was wanting to mate with.

"Then this is good," the boy roared. "So am I." He extended his hand and Jake took it as he wondered what the Klingon youth meant by that. He shook his hand so vigorously Jake was sure his arm was going to be ripped out of his socket.

"Ah, you are?"

"In four days, General K'Dragh leads us into battle. It is not good for a warrior to go into battle without a loved one to fight for. I have no mother or father, no brother or sisters. There is no girl my heart yearns for."

"I see your problem. Just how old are you anyway?"

"I am seventeen."

"Well, there are no Klingon females around on the station I'm afraid," Jake said as thoughts about him and this seventeen-year-old Klingon getting naked came to his mind. His dick started to stiffen and he quickly dropped the thoughts.

"Without a mate, there will be no one to sing of my honour should I die in battle."

"I wish I could be of help."

"Hah," he shouted as he slapped Jake on the back, nearly knocking him out of his chair. "I knew from the look in your eyes. I am told you are the son of the Captain of this station. Is this true?"

"Yes it is."

"Then it would be an honour to perform the nga'chuq R'uustai with you. A writer and a Captain's son! Then should I die in battle, you will write an opera of my bravery."

"Ah, the nigga chuck roosty?"

"Tomorrow we can do this, if you are willing."

"Sure," Jake agreed. He did want to be with the boy. If they spent some time together, who knows what could happen?

"Six o'clock."

"That late?"

"Ah, you are in a hurry. Well, I can understand why you want to bond with me," he said arrogantly as he drew himself up and stuck out his chest. "Four then."

"Four it is."

"Then until I see you in the morning."

Before Jake could respond, he was gone. Four in the morning? Jake slumped back in his chair. Now what had he gotten himself into? He slowly got to his feet and went in search of Worf. When he found him, Worf was in no mood for talking. He had just finished another argument with his brother, Kurn.

"All I need to know is what is involved in the nigga chuck roosty."

"There is no such thing," Worf barked, his voice still full of anger.

"It has something to do with warriors and bonding."

"You mean the nga'chuq R'uustai?"

"Yes. What is it?"

"A very glorious and solemn ceremony," Worf replied very gloriously and solemnly. "Two warriors bond together to become very special brothers. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I met this Klingon, someone my age, who asked if I would join him in the ceremony."

"It is a great honour to be asked. Normally it is performed only by Klingons."

"What exactly is involved? Not a lot of blood and pain I hope."

"No, not a lot. It is a very sacred ceremony with tradition and the swearing of pledges. It is a very special bond that can only exist between two men."

"Sounds all right," Jake said, thinking of several bonds that could only exist between two men. As unlikely as it was, he hoped maybe this ceremony involved one of them.

"Then I wish you well in passing the trials," Worf said, slapping Jake on the back and sending him stumbling forward.

Jake wished Klingons did not have to be so forceful as he stretched his shoulders to check if anything had been sprained. The mention of trials dispelled any thoughts of an erotic interlude. Before Jake could ask more, Worf strode off down the corridor.

The horny teenager did not sleep well that night. He twisted and turned and when he finally did fall asleep, he dreamed of the Klingon youth and him fighting a dual to the death. Springing awake in fear, Jake found he was bathed in sweat and had a raging hard-on. He was tempted to beat it off, but in the slim hope that he and the Klingon youth might get it on, he resisted the temptation. That made it all the more difficult to fall back asleep.

All too soon the alarm went and he wearily dragged himself out of bed. He considered shaving, but he only had to shave twice a week as it was, and he decided the stubble, as little as it was, would make him look more ferocious. The teenager had no idea what to expect, but it was a Klingon ceremony so looking ferocious had to be a part of it. Putting on a baggy pair of pants, an oversize shirt, and his most colourful and favourite vest, he checked himself out in the mirror and headed over to Quark's. The Klingon youth was there, resplendent in his leather armour. He looked at Jake critically, but he said nothing. Jake followed him to one of Quark's holosuites.

"You are certain you will do this with me?" the boy said.

"Yeah, definitely," Jake said. After getting up this early, he was not going to back out. Besides, he was an optimist. Maybe one of the trials was to fuck themselves silly.

The boy inserted the computer disc and the grid of the holosuite shimmered. Jake found himself standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley of steaming hot springs and erupting geysers. It reminded him of a picture he had seen of Earth, a picture of a place called Yellowstone National Park. The heat was rapidly escalating and Jake was sorry he had brought along his vest.

"So, you have invoked me to witness the nga'chuq R'uustai," cackled a coarse, scratchy voice behind Jake that made him jump. He turned around to face an old Klingon, bent, scared and wizened. "Whom do I address?"

"Gowran, of the House of Gorn."

"Ah, Jake, Jake Sisko, of the House of Sisko I guess."

"Below you is the Pool of Na'Mar. The water is near boiling, and living in it are the ra'norgh. They are small as fishes go, but they have three rows of razor sharp teeth, and a love of flesh." The old man smiled, showing his own teeth, now yellowed and worn to the gums.

"Nice," said Jake as he looked over the cliff at the bubbling blue-green pool a hundred feet below them. The stink of rotten eggs rose with the steam and reached even where he stood. He wanted to puke.

"You will find the solution to your first test in the pool."

"I cannot swim," observed Gowran.

"Then it will be a short test," observed the old man. With surprising swiftness, he stepped past Jake and gave Gowran a shove. The youth toppled over the cliff. Jake stared in disbelief as the boy plunged down through the air. Glancing back up, he discovered the old man had disappeared. Jake did not know what to do. As he looked back down, Gowran came thrashing to the surface and called for help before sinking a second time. Jake looked for a path, but there was none, and it would take too long to climb down even if there was. Gowran surfaced for a third time, splashed about, and sank again. Next to boiling water? Poisonous sulfur gas? Flesh- eating fish? Jake kicked off his shoes and tossed aside his vest. What the hell, it was just a hologram. He dove off the cliff.

His heart leaped for his throat, trying to escape the plunge. Jake tried to gulp a mouth of air before hitting the water and was sorry he had. The sulfur fumes burnt his mouth and lungs and reminded him he had not yet puked. When he hit the water, he found that it was indeed near boiling. It scalded his skin, and felt particularly hot to the more sensitive parts of his body, like his dick. At least with the holosuite's safety features, it could not actually burn him, although it certainly felt like it was. He kicked his way to the surface and took another gulp of the foul air. He did not know what stung his eyes worse, the water or the atmosphere.

Locating Gowran, Jake swam over to him, and grabbing him under the arms, he began to pull him toward the shore. Being half conscious, and with his armour, he was a dead weight. Jake felt something brush against his calf and against his feet. He had forgotten about the ra'norgh. A sharp sting seconds later left no doubt that was what had touched him. More sharp bites followed farther up his calf, and then along his thigh. If the fish continued upwards, he was going to be speaking with a much higher voice in a few minutes. He kicked harder. His arms and legs were weary, and the fumes were making him dizzy. The shore was still a long way away, and they were moving with agonizing slowness.

They were moving though, and after what seemed hours he felt solid ground under his feet. He dragged Gowran onto the shore, and the two boys lay there on the hot limestone, gasping for breath, their bodies tingling from the scalding water and aching with dozens of tiny bleeding wounds. For a simulation, this was strangely real, and very painful.

The old man suddenly appeared. Walking over to Jake, he helped him to his feet. Stepping behind him, he grabbed Jake's shirt and yanked it down over his shoulders, popping the buttons as he drew it down and pinned his arms. Swiftly unbuckling and unzipping Jake's pants, he drew them and Jake's underwear down past his knees.

"Hey, what the hell you doing?"

The old man picked him up with an impossible strength, and with one heave, threw Jake back into the middle of the kilometre-wide hot spring. He sank instantly. With his clothing binding him, all he could do was frantically kick his legs in an attempt to drive himself to the surface. He managed to do so, and he grabbed a gulp of fetid air before sinking again. With his trousers tangling his legs and his shirt binding his arms, he could not do anything. He was going to drown. He swallowed a mouthful of the foul, hot water. Suddenly he felt something brush against his chest. If he did not drown, he would be eaten alive. He felt himself rising, and as he broke the surface he realized it was not fish that had brushed against him, but Gowran.

Gowran began to pull him to shore as Jake had done for him. The warrior had learned to swim in a hurry, and was awkwardly trying to paddle with one arm as he dragged the helpless Jake with the other. Jake felt something brush against him again, and once more the stabbing pain made it clear this time it was the ra'norgh. They bit at his toes, his legs, his ribs. Tiny streams of blood, red from the Human and lavender from the Klingon, rose to the surface. Jake kicked his feet frantically, helping Gowran's progress. The Klingon teenager was weak, and the pain from the bites was excruciating, but gradually and slowly he splashed to the edge of the spring.

They dragged themselves onto the limestone and lay there once again gasping and panting in the rotten-egg air. Tears streamed from their burning eyes. Their limbs hung limp and fatigued, and their bodies tingled with the heat of the water and smarted with the bites. Their underarms, their teats, and their groins felt particularly painful. Jake finally disentangled himself from his shredded shirt, and he removed his trousers and underwear along with his socks. As Jake was finishing, the old man appeared again.

"Don't come near," Jake wheezed as he raised a weary arm in warning. It was meaningless. He was too weak to do anything.

"There is no need to worry. You have done well, Gowran of the House of Gorn, and Jake Sisko. Rise and look at each other."

Gowran slowly got to his feet, and Jake reluctantly did the same. Jake noticed for the first time that Gowran was naked, having shed his armour to swim over to Jake. He was as muscular as Jake had suspected. Dark black hair spread over his chest and hung from his armpits. It continued in a thick line down the centre of his ribs and waist, and spreading into a diamond over his stomach, it tapered to his groin in a thick patch. He was well-hung, his limp cock six inches long and three fingers thick. A dorsal boney ridge ran down the length of his shaft. His dark brown skin was covered with still bleeding bites, the lavender Klingon blood collecting and clotting in his hair. Despite his pain and weariness, the sight of the naked youth started to get Jake aroused.

"Look at each other with honour and loyalty. There can be no truer friend than one who is willing to lay down his life for another. You have passed the Trial of Trust. Now your next task "

"You said the solution to the first test was in the pool," Jake interrupted, forcing himself to take his eyes off Gowran and to concentrate on what the old man was saying before he ended up with an erection in front of them.

"It was."

"But we took nothing from the pool."

"Did you not?"

Jake looked to Gowran for help. As they looked at each other, they realized what the old warrior meant. They had taken each other out of the pool. The two naked teenagers looked back at the old man.

Part 2

"Now," the old warrior continued, "for your next test, at least one of you must reach the Obelisk of H'kor. If one of you is unable to reach it, then the other must if both of you are to survive. You have twelve hours. Do you understand?"

The boys nodded and the old man disappeared.

"Well, we had best go. It is a long way," said Gowran.

Jake could sense Gowran was not overly eager to be heading out, and he was even less enthusiastic himself. "Before we go any farther, you'd better give me the password to end the program in case anything goes wrong."

"I have no password."

"But every program has a safety password to stop the simulation in case something goes wrong."

"When I received the disc, I was told there was no password."

"Well, at least there is the safety override. I just hope the computer's idea of danger to life is the same as mine."

"The safety override his been disabled."

"Disabled? You gotta be kidding!"

"It would be no test if the computer automatically shut down the simulation as soon as it detected one of our lives was in danger," Gowran said matter-of-factly.

"You . . . you . . . we could have. . . ."

"We only have twelve hours, we had best be going."

"What about our clothing?" Jake asked as Gowran headed down the path.

"They are soaked with sulfur water. We will not be able to wear them, and they are not needed here anyway."

Well, he had wanted to get naked with the Klingon boy. This was not quite what he had in mind though, Jake thought with a wry smile. As he followed Gowran, he thought about what had happened. He could not believe it. He had dived over a hundred-foot cliff, exposed himself to scalding water and risked flesh-eating fish. He wondered if he would have really done all that if he had known there were no safety overrides. As he jogged along behind the swarthy, muscular youth and watched his tight buns ripple, he imagined the two of them working up a sweat in a far different exercise. Hoping that might still be possible helped relieve the ache in his legs, but it began an ache elsewhere.

Jake and Gowran had jogged along the narrow path past hot springs and along steep canyons for about an hour when suddenly someone fired a laser at them. The heat of the beam as it barely missed his ribs reminded Jake that this was for real! They zigzagged down the path with a new burst of speed, dodging the shards of rock from laser blasts destined for them. Coming to a fork, Gowran suggested they separate and took off down one path before Jake could respond.

Ten minutes later Gowran's pursuer caught up to him and tackled him. His naked body slid along the path, the sharp stones cutting into his flesh. Several others joined them and pinned down Gowran's arms and legs. It was a band of five Cardassians. Dragging him to his feet, they bound his wrists to a dead tree branch above his head so that his feet were just barely touching the ground.

"Now then," said the Cardassian leader, "Where were you going?"

Gowran said nothing.

"Come now, you might as well tell us. We will find out eventually." The leader ran a long-nailed finger over Gowran's chest, curling his thick chest hair. He ran the finger in a wide circle around the darker brown areola, slowly tightening the concentric circles until he was rubbing the boy's teat. "Such a tender, sweet boy. I would hate to scar your body any more than it already is."

Gowran's nipple became firm under the Cardassian's manipulations. He continued to massage it as the index finger of his other hand followed the line of hair down the middle of Gowran's chest and stomach. "You like to have your nipples touched?" the Cardassian asked as he cupped the boy's large testicles and rolled them in his palm. "You must be one of those weak pussy boys warriors take along with them to satisfy their needs on those long battles, are you?" The leader began to fondle his cock. Despite his distaste for Cardassians and the leader's reptilian stink, Gowran felt himself responding.

"Why, look, I do believe we have us a real pussy boy here," the leader sneered, working his hand up and down Gowran's rapidly growing cock. The others laughed and drew closer. Gowran hung there helpless, naked and erect. The leader suddenly raked a nail along the sensitive edge of his glans, sending pain shooting through the engorged flesh and causing his erection to flag. "Oh, dear me, look what I've done. Well, we can soon get it back up, as soon as you tell us where your Human friend is heading."

"You can rot in Gre'thor."

The leader nodded to one of the men. He stepped forward with an evil leer, a leather whip coiled in his hand. He handed it to the leader who let it play out in front of the youth with dramatic slowness. He suddenly cracked it on the ground, causing the boy to jump. The others laughed. "Tell us where the Human boy is going."

Gowran glared at him. Handing the whip to the man who had given it to him with a nod, the leader once again took Gowran's cock in his hand. As the man walked behind Gowran, the leader began working Gowran's flesh back to firmness.

Gowran suddenly heard the swish of the whip and an instant later felt the sting on his rump. He jerked forward, driving his erection forward in the Cardassian's fist. His ass burned with the sting of the whip and his cockhead burned with the sex lust.

"You will talk," the leader sneered as he held his cock tightly.

The whip fell again with the same result. Over and over the whip struck his ass cheeks and again and again he thrust his hips forward, pain coursing through his rump and pleasure through his cock. Gowran gritted his teeth, both with the pain and with the approaching climax, and glowered at the leader. He would spray the son-of-a-bitch with a hot load of his cumm Gowran thought with some satisfaction. The Cardassian tightened his grip just below Gowran's glans, squeezing until it became painful and suddenly causing him to go limp.

"Ah no, not so easy," he said with a smirk. "Now, where is the Human?"

Gowran said nothing. The Cardassian nodded to the man behind him and again Gowran heard the swish of the whip. He tensed but the whip only snapped in the air behind him. Those watching laughed and placed bets on when the boy would break. The third time the whip struck his back, leaving a long welt from his right shoulder to his left ribs. "Tell us."

Gowran said nothing. The whip fell again, and again. Gowran grimaced each time and bit his lip but would not tell them anything. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his cheeks, his chest and his limbs. A warrior would never betray another over a little pain. The leader motioned for his man to stop. "We can end this so easily," he whispered as he stepped up to Gowran. "Just tell us where the Human is."

"Never."

"Well," said the Cardassian as he stepped back and pulled down his fly, "We will see how much pain you are willing to endure for this worthless Human friend of yours." He pulled out his semierect cock, an impressive seven inches long, and pale beige like the rest of this body. "You want my cock, pussy boy?" he leered as he began to circle behind him. "Maybe you will give us one of those famous Klingon howls of desire when you feel it penetrate your pussy body." The others laughed at their leader's wit.

The youth tensed. He was still a virgin, and to have that taken from him in such an ignoble way was almost enough to break his silence, but even that was not enough to betray the Human who had agreed to be his bonded brother. He would not speak.

Suddenly he felt something hot and wet strike his body and begin running down his back. The smell was distinct. The son-of-a-bitch was pissing on him. The Cardassian directed his spray over the boy's lashed back and butt. The piss stung the cuts and made them burn just as hotly as the whip had initially.

"Tell me."

"Never."

The leader walked around in front of him and shook off his cock. "You will speak," he promised as the other man handed him the whip once more. He slowly walked back behind the boy, his cock still hanging out of his uniform. Gowran prepared himself for a fresh whipping. Instead, he suddenly felt something hard and warm press against his anus.

"Where is the Human?"

Gowran said nothing. Let the Cardassian rape him. It would do him no good. He held his head up proudly as he felt his anus being prodded. Slowly realizing the smooth and cylindrical object pressed against his hole had to be the leather handle of the whip, Gowran relaxed. He could shove the whole whip up his ass and he would not betray the one who had agreed to bond with him.

"Tell us."

Gowran said nothing. He grimaced as the handle entered his anus with a sharp pain. The teenager tried harder to relax and let it in.

"Tell us."

When he said nothing, the handle was rammed in another inch with an accompanying tearing pain. Gowran could feel something warm trickling down his crack and over the back of his balls. He had to be bleeding.

"Tell us."

His silence was followed by the handle being rammed in another several inches. Gowran still refused to respond. The handle was rammed in further. It had to be at least six inches up his butt.

"Tell us."

The handle was twisted, causing Gowran to bite his lower lip with the pain. He was definitely bleeding. It would be an honourable way to die, he figured, to bleed to death for his friend. That would make a fine opera, as long as they did not say from whence he bled. The thought caused Gowran to laugh, which infuriated the Cardassian leader. He yanked the whip handle out, causing Gowran to finally yell out in agony.

"Tie him in the prone position," the leader snapped.

Untying the bonds around the tree branch, the men half carried and half dragged the Klingon youth over to a flat stone. Pounding pegs into the ground, they soon had him spread- eagled on his back over the stone. His lashed back and butt throbbed with pain.

The Cardassian leader approached, carrying a candle. He once again ran his hands over the boy's hairy chest and fondled his nipples, which despite his pain and disgust, hardened once more. The Cardassian began to fondle the boy's limp, dark brown cock. "You know, I can bring you as much pleasure as I have brought you pain if you will cooperate. I am a very skilful lover."

"You are a turd from your mother's womb."

The Cardassian only smiled at the insult. This Klingon boy was tough, and he respected tough men, but the boy would break, just as surely as his reluctant cock was growing hard in his hand. As he continued to massage the impressive organ that even he had to admire, the Cardassian waved the candle before the boy with dramatic slowness.

"Will you tell us where to look for the Human?"

Gowran glared at him in silence, secretly relishing the pleasure that was coursing through his aroused flesh and knowing that the pleasure was only momentary.

"You know what I don't like most about Klingons?" he asked as he removed his hand from the boy's erect organ.

The boy refused to be bated.

"They are hairy. All that hair is disgusting, and when they get wet, they smell like mangy dogs." He began to tip the candle. "There are many ways to remove hair, some quite painless, and some not."

The melted wax dripped from the top of the candle and struck Gowran's right breast. Pain stabbed deep into his torso for an instant as the wax cooled, and then pain flared across his chest as the flame ignited a patch of hair. The pain of his lashed back and butt suddenly seemed so insignificant.

"Where is the Human?"

Gowran had resolved to never tell, but he had never felt pain like this in his seventeen short years. He was not sure how much he could take.

The candle slowly moved to his left breast and Gowran tensed in anticipation. Piercing pain shot deep into the muscle, followed by the spread of heat across his chest as the Cardassian burned off another patch. Gowran inhaled the stink of burnt hair but said nothing. The candle moved over toward his left armpit.

"Screw you," he replied in response to the leader's repeated request.

Pain seared through his underarm as the hair ignited. Each time the flame flared and the hair was burnt to a crisp, but the fire quickly died out in his sweat-soaked hair.

The Cardassian once again began to massage Gowran's cock, once again replacing the pain raking his body with pleasure. Pretending to be admiring the boy's erection, he allowed the candle in his other hand to droop, causing a drop of hot wax to overflow and drip on Gowran's right nipple. The boy cried out sharply as the burning pain shot through his teat.

"Oh dear, how careless of me," the leader said with a smile. "Tell me where the Human is," he repeated as he continued stroking Gowran's cock, "and this needless pain will be over."

When Gowran refused to reply, he slowly and purposefully raised the candle so Gowran could see it, and then slowly began to move it down his body, pausing at his waist. "Tell me what I want to know, and all you will know is pleasure," he promised as he stroked the boy's pulsating cock.

The boy refused to speak. He was a Klingon! He watched as the candle slowly tipped. The wax dropped into his belly button, causing him to drive his hips forward. His body throbbed with pain as his cock throbbed with pleasure.

"The Human would never defend you like this. He would have told us long ago. Why do you persist in defending a useless, weak comrade such as that?"

"Because he is a comrade," Gowran replied through gritted teeth. "That you Cardassians would not understand." Let them do as they wished to him. His honour would not let him betray the Human.

The Cardassian examined the candle. The well at the top had filled with melted wax. Looking Gowran in the eye with a slight smile, he slowly tipped the candle. As the wax struck Gowran's right testicle, he could not stop the scream that emitted from his lips. The pain shot right through his ball sack and caused his organ to go limp.

"We will eventually find the boy. You know that, and all this suffering will have been for nothing. Why, our comrades may have already caught him and are on their way back. So, you will be suffering needlessly," the Cardassian said, working Gowran's cock back to an erection. "You know, hot wax can seriously scar a person's manhood, even one with a horny ridge such as yours. I'm told that hot wax cooling on an engorged cockhead is the greatest pain a man can ever know." The Cardassian held up the semierect cock and drew the candle close. Gowran could feel the heat from the flame as the candle began to tip. He would not speak, no matter what the price. He could see in the Cardassian's eyes that the leader knew that. Gowran smiled.

"Fool!" the Cardassian shouted, tossing the candle aside. "You have taken enough of our time. Cut off his dangles and we will join the others in their search." He looked down at Gowran. "I doubt very much the Human will appreciate your sacrifice when we shove your balls down his throat. Your suffering will have been for naught, and he will suffer the same torture as you have when we find him."

One of the men stepped forward and handed his leader a sharp, serrated dagger.

"No, I have had my pleasure with this boy. You do it."

The man knelt beside the captive. "Well," he taunted, "we will anoint my blade with the blood from your balls, and then my blade will taste the blood from your slit throat."

"No," said the leader. "Only castrate him. A Klingon without balls is a far worse fate then a dead one. Now do it, and we head for the Obelisk. I have been thinking, and that can be the only place the Human is going."

The knife rose in the air and Gowran closed his eyes. They knew where Jake was going, but he would not give the Cardassian the pleasure of knowing he was right. He waited. Let it be over.

Nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes. There standing beside him was the old warrior. Behind the old man, instead of the mound of boulders that used to be there, was Jake, strung up just as he was, and from the looks of it, having been though the same torture, with the same result. The missing boulders evidently had also contained a sound barrier. The old warrior untied the boys' bonds and they slowly sat up.

"Gowran of the House of Gorn, and Jake Sisko, stand and look at each other." The boys did as he said, wavering on weak legs. Jake wondered what there was about the grizzled warrior that made them obey him so. "Look on each other with honour and loyalty. Wounds from a friend can be trusted. You have passed the second trial, the Trial of Loyalty. Now, you need to rest, for the final trial is the hardest of them all." With that the man disappeared once more.

Darkness had fallen. They had been going since four that morning and by now it had to be nine at night. The two teenagers had endured seventeen hours of extreme physical exertion and pain like neither had ever felt before. They had gone seventeen hours without food or drink or even a half hour of rest. The boys looked at each other, and then about them. One spot looked the same as any other. They lay down at the base of a rock overhang and in seconds were asleep.

During the night they curled up together, their naked bodies providing each other warmth and comfort. The contact of warm flesh against warm flesh caused them to grow erect, but neither awoke to enjoy the arousal. They lay there, their breathing so shallow they appeared to be dead. It was a deep and deserved sleep. They awoke just as the sun was beginning to break the horizon. Neither was surprised to see the old man sitting on a rock beside them.

Part 3

"Are you ready for the third and last trial?"

"I am ready," Gowran said valiantly as he rose.

"Bring it on," said Jake confidently as he too got to his feet.

His entire body cried out. His limbs were stiff and sore and his wounds from the ordeal of the previous day still stung. He looked down at his naked body, his chest blistered and crusted with black burns, his limbs scabbed with dozens of little bites, and patches of hardened wax still clinging to his flesh. He could not see his back or butt but he could see Gowran's, and they were a criss-cross of scabbing welts. His had to be the same.

The old man lead them to two rectangular frames about three feet apart. Having them stand inside the frames facing each other, he spread apart their legs and strapped their ankles to each side and their left wrist to the top bar. "Arouse each other," he instructed.

Well, thought Jake, finally a command I can obey. Afraid what he might see, Jake looked up at Gowran hopefully. He was delighted to see the same look of hesitation, and behind it, the same look of hope.

While the boys reached out with their free hands and began to fondle each other, the old man looped a thin wire noose about their testicles. He threaded the ends through a ring in the ground until the wires were taut. The boys did not like the look of this, but their apprehension did not stop them from becoming stiff. He then took alligator clips and attached them to the boys' teats. They flinched with the momentary pain as the teeth fastened onto their sensitive areolas, but the pain was minor compared to what they had gone through. Finally he attached wires from the clips to a black metal box about four feet off the ground and between the two frames.

The old warrior then tied their right hands to the top of the frames, but unlike their left hands which were tied above their heads, their right hands were tied so they hung almost waist high. Lastly, he slid a tubular device consisting of three leather rings suspended by six thin metal rods over their erections. He tightened the devices so that their cocks were held erect and perpendicular to their bodies. As soon as he attached the wire from the devices to the black box, the middle leather ring slowly began easing up and down their aroused organs.

"Now," he said, "if you want to stop this device at any time, all you have to do is press this red button on the box between you. Your fingerprints are encoded so that it will recognize which of you has pushed the button, and which device to stop. Only one device may be deactivated."

"Then what about the other person?" Gowran asked, finding it difficult to focus on what the old warrior was saying with the stimulation between his legs.

"Ah, once one device is deactivated, the wire about the other person's testicles will be pulled tight, like this." Taking a thin wire noose and looping it about an acorn laying on the ground, he yanked it closed, causing the wire to cut through the acorn. Gowran suddenly found it much easier to concentrate. With a smile, the man disappeared.

The two boys stood there contemplating what the old man had said. The leather rings slowly worked up and down their stiff flesh. Slowly the pleasure began to spread from their glans down their shafts and over their loins.

"I'm missing something here," Jake finally said. "Why would I want this to stop?"

"I have no idea," Gowran replied, evidently feeling as much delight.

The pleasure increased, along with the pressure inside their slowly tightening balls. They began to breathe heavier as they approached their climaxes. Jake felt the ache pass up the centre of his cock that signalled the eminent release of his juice. Suddenly the top leather ring squeezed tightly just below his glans, stemming the urge at the last moment. At the same time an electric current passed through the wires to the clips on his nipples, sending a mild shock through his sensitive teats and causing him to jerk with the pain. The wire about his testicles immediately drew tighter, causing him to immediately freeze. The same had happened to Gowran.

The boys stood there in silence, recovering from the pain that had shot through their bodies and disconcerted over not reaching relief. After ten minutes the devices began again. Once more the boys enjoyed the pleasure the devices brought their flesh. Once more they felt themselves approaching the peak of ecstasy, and once more just at the last moment the leather rings stopped them from receiving satisfaction. They wanted to jerk their hips in a desperate attempt to reach that final climax, but they knew what the result of that would be. Having to restrain themselves added to their agony. They could not, however, stop the convulsive jerk as the electric shock jolted their teats. The noose about their testicles tightened further with the movement.

"I think I have an answer to your question now," Gowran announced between clenched teeth.

Again ten minutes passed, and again the devices began. This time the pumping of the machine did not bring the boys pleasure. The steady approach toward a climax they knew would not happen was agonizing. Besides, the thin wire cutting into their ball sack was a constant reminder of what eventually was in store for them. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads and trickled down their cheeks. Jake was biting his lower lip so hard he did not notice he had drawn blood. Gowran was clenching his right fist so tight that his knuckles were white. Any second now it would happen. Would this be the one where the wire would cut through that special sinew and forever end their ability to produce children?

To Jake's surprise, Gowran began to reach for the button. He had thought for sure that he would be the one to give in, not the Klingon. Well, he thought, it was just as well. He could not stand this torture any longer, and it was better that Gowran give in than he. He could not go through life knowing that his weakness had been the cause of another's castration. Mind you, going the rest of his life without balls was not something he was looking forward to either.

Gowran suddenly grabbed Jake's wrist and began to draw his hand toward the device. It took Jake's tortured brain a moment to realize what Gowran had in mind. He was going to push the button, but he was going to use Jake's finger. He would end his pain, and that of his comrade, at the sacrifice of his own balls. Now that was the Klingon way to do things, except Jake was not going to allow that to happen. He exerted all the force he could to stop Gowran's hand.

He pushed Gowran's hand back a couple centimetres. Gowran increased his force and pushed Jake's closer to the box. Jake gritted his teeth with new resolve and pushed Gowran's hand away. The boys' biceps bulged with their effort. Sweat trickled down their foreheads and torsos as they wrestled with each other. To and fro they went as the leather ring continued to pump their now forgotten organs. Gowran was the stronger of the two, and slowly he forced Jake's finger closer and closer. It was only millimetres away.

"No!" Jake shrieked. "No!"

Just as his finger was about to touch the button the collars about their organs tightened, initiating the cycle. Their desperate need to release their load subsided once again. The electric shock jolted their bodies, and their automatic spasm tightened the noose about their testicles so it cut off their circulation. This had to be the last pause.

The device resumed in ten minutes but the boys still had not recovered. Their balls were numb and had turned bluish.

"Why did you try to use my finger?" Jake finally asked weakly.

"The pain is driving me mad, and I am a warrior trained to endure pain. It must be even worse for you. It was my idea we take the trials you need not suffer such pain for me."

"Perhaps it was your idea, but I agreed. I'm not giving in."

"This time will be the last. There is no reason we should both lose our testicles."

"If one of us must lose his balls, then it should be I."

"Why?"

"You have great things to do. You have a battle to fight, and rejoicing after you win. You will need children and grandchildren to learn of your great deeds. I am nothing. The loss of my balls will not matter. I will not be having children. I'm gay," Jake confessed.

"And who would write of my great deeds? Would you be able to continue to live if you lose your balls?" Gowran asked, totally ignoring Jake's confession about his sexual preference.

"I do not know. There are other poets if I don't," Jake replied, a bit disgruntled. He finally comes out and it does not even warrant a comment.

"And there are plenty of other warriors who can have children."

The device continued, a mindless machine oblivious to their conversation. Their aroused organs likewise responded, unable to do otherwise. Their members throbbed with the pleasure and with the mounting desire to release their seed. Sweat was now pouring down their bodies, the salt burning into their wounds. The boys reached out and grasped hands, but this time not to force the other's finger to the button. This time they grasped hands in mutual support for what they knew was coming. Their hands tightened with the anticipation. The leather collar stopped and clamped tightly below their glans, once again denying them their release. This time, however, there was no electric shock. Instead, the tit clamps, the ropes binding their ankles and wrists, the thin noose about their testicles, and the tube clamped to their erections all disintegrated.

The two boys collapsed in each other's arms with relief. Jake's stiff, irritated cock brushed against Gowran's. Fresh blood rushed into his ball sack, causing it to glow warmly. The two teenagers exchanged glances and reached for each other's shafts without the need for words. Hot, eager hands grasped even hotter flesh. They worked their fists desperately. The burning sensation about their cockheads never felt so pleasurable. After the abuse they had received, it did not take long. They quivered with delight as they felt the tremor at the base of their stems and finally felt their juice spring from their testicles and up their shafts. Hot, thick ropes of white cumm erupted from Jake's black cock and sprayed the Klingon. Hot, thick gobs of grey cumm spurted from Gowran's dark brown cock and struck the Human. The scent of hot fresh cumm filled their lungs as the two boys collapsed on the ground with relief at last. The old man materialized beside them.

"Gowran of the House of Gorn, and Jake Sisko, stand and look at each other," he commanded. The two boys slowly rose to their feet, unashamed of their cum-spattered bodies. "Look upon each other with honour and loyalty," he began grandly, obviously approving what they had done. "There is no stronger tie that binds than the tie of commitment between lovers. In your love for each other, you were willing to sacrifice that which means the most to you. You have passed the Trial of Love." He clapped his hands and they found themselves in a cave with a roaring fire and illuminated by firebrands in the wall. "Now we prepare for the ritual of bonding."

As the old warrior lead the boys to a large stone tub, Jake silently prayed that there was not going to be more pain and blood. He could not take any more. The boys submerged their aching bodies into the warm, swirling water and sat there in a half daze as it soothed their sore muscles. The old warrior added some ointment from a violet coloured container and the medication cleansed their wounds and deadened the pain. He gave them each a glass of mulled, honied wine, and as it burned down their throats it warmed and healed them from the inside.

After a long while they reluctantly emerged from the tub and dried off their bodies. They put on thick, colourful robes and soft sandals and were lead to the feast table.

"Take targh tIq," the old warrior offered, handing them a hunk of raw meat, "for your courage in facing death to save each other in the pool of Na'Mar, and for the trust that only bonded lovers of the nga'chuq R'uustai can know."

Gowran took the hunk of blood-dripping Heart of Targ and tore off a chunk with his teeth. He chewed vigorously, the blood dripping from his lips and chin as he handed it to Jake. Jake took a bite out of the warm, raw meat far less enthusiastically. He did his best not to gag as he chewed the sinewy flesh and tried to ignore the blood running out of the corners of his mouth. God, he thought, will this torture never end?

"Take gagh for the honour that runs through your veins, and for the loyalty that allowed you to endure endless pain and indignities at the hands of your enemy, rather than betray a friend. Such is the loyalty that only bonded lovers of the nga'chuq R'uustai can know."

Gowran again took the lead, scooping up a handful of the squirming, live bloodworms and stuffing them in his mouth. Before he lost his nerve, Jake quickly did likewise, swallowing them quickly and certain he could feel them wiggling inside his stomach. He was about to upchuck.

"Take Denebia Quatlh Min, Denebian Slime Devil Eyeballs, to witness the commitment of your love, and the willingness to sacrifice the most sacred of the sacred to ease the pain of your lover. Such commitment only bonded lovers of the nga'chuq R'uustai can know."

This time Jake took the lead before he lost his courage, grabbing several of the grape- sized eyes and popping them in his mouth. They tasted like snails, a delicacy that his father had introduced him to. The old man handed them each a large pewter mug of Iw Hiq, Klingon bloodwine, and took one himself.

"Strong limbs and strong loins to Gowran of the House of Gorn, and Jake Sisko, bonded lovers of the nga'chuq R'uustai. May you share each other's house, each other's fortune, and each other."

They raised the mugs and drank heartily. The blood red wine burned down their throats like raw alcohol, causing their bodies to glow. They returned to the feast, eating voraciously now their ordeal was over. Besides the Klingon food, Jake found some delicacies that he recognized and could stomach. One was oysters on the half shell. He knew what their reputation was on Earth, and he ate a dozen in the hopes that the reputation was true, and that he would be able to put it to the test yet. They drank more mugs of Iw Hiq. They boasted of their strength and stamina. They sang of their courage, and made outrageous claims of their sexual prowess. They finished with handfuls of yuch, a dark brown chocolate. Jake knew it also had a reputation as an aphrodisiac back on Earth.

He did not know if it was the oysters and chocolate, some of the Klingon food, the bloodwine, or just teenage hormones, but he was feeling hornier than he could ever remember feeling. He looked at Gowran, and sensed that he was feeling the same way. The boys embraced and kissed, not the tender kiss of a groom and bride, but the lustful, desperate kiss of two boys in rut. The first kiss was followed by a dozen others, each one as hot and needful as the first. The roughness and desire in each kiss signalled what was to come.

Jake ran his hands through the coarse, thick black hair on Gowran's chest and fondled his dark brown teats. Gowran caressed Jake's smooth back, sending a burning sensation along the deeper, still sensitive lashes from the Cardassian's whip even the old warrior's medication could not heal. The boys eagerly caressed each other's tender butts, sending more ripples of stimulation through their trembling bodies. They reached for each other's swelling organs simultaneously. Soon eight inches of thick black cock and nine inches of dark swarthy brown were standing upright, eager for satisfaction.

As the boys kissed and pressed their naked bodies against each other, Gowran reached around and ran a finger along Jake's butt crack. He paused at the hot, puckered anus and fingered it as he looked at Jake questioningly. Jake turned and dropped to his knees and elbows without a moment's thought. Gowran quickly got to his knees behind him. Jake felt Gowran's hot knob press against his tight hole, and he relaxed and opened as wide as he could. As he felt the thick organ wedge between his ass cheeks he wished that he had some lubricant, but he had not counted on their teenage lust. Gowran penetrated him with a yell of conquest and a single lunge. Jake quivered with the unique combination of pleasure and pain as he felt Gowran's huge, ridged organ enter him and slide up his rectum. It was massive compared to Nog's little Ferengi dink, and it felt fantastic.

Even more fantastic was the feeling as Gowran began to slide his organ in and out of Jake's hole. The physical feeling of having his asshole screwed and the mental feeling of knowing they were engaging in one of the most intimate acts two males could engage in enhanced each other. Jake began to sweat with this new exertion, and he grunted and panted with abandon as pleasure washed over him.

The same was happening to Gowran. For the first time in his life, he was fucking, and he could not believe how fantastic it felt. Having his cock surrounded by hot, pulsating flesh was much better than being squeezed by his fist, and having sex with another male instead of masturbating by himself was certainly superior. Gowran was desperate to pop off a load. Grasping Jake's hips, he speeded up, ramming his thick, ridged pole in and out of Jake's rectum and raking his fingernails over Jake's tender ass cheeks as he grunted with exertion and ecstasy. The Klingon youth trembled as he felt Jake's hot hole squeezing his organ. As his cumm rose up his cock and filled Jake's ass, he thrust his hips forward violently. "pItlh!" he called. "Done!"

Jake trembled as he felt the massive organ throbbing up his rectum, and he felt regret when Gowran withdrew from his body. He looked at Gowran, at his flushed, satisfied face, and he smiled. Gowran smiled back, and then looked down at Jake's straining organ. Without a word, he turned and presented his ass to Jake. Jake eagerly got into position, and sunk his massive black rod up the young warrior's virgin ass with as much force and disregard for pain as Gowran had. He worked his hips to and fro slowly, knowing that it would not take long for him to finish off, and wanting this to last as long as he could, both for his sake and for Gowran's.

For Gowran, this was a unique experience. Normally this was considered an act of submission and weakness for the passive partner, but for a bonded warrior, it was an honourable act. He marvelled at how wonderful it felt to have a comrade's hot, pulsating organ inside oneself, and marvelled at how much he wanted to please the panting and gasping boy behind him.

He was pleasing the hot teenager behind him. Jake pounded his ass ferociously as if in rut and grunted in pleasure with each thrust. When Gowran finally felt Jake lunge forward with special desire, he knew why and shuddered with equal pleasure.

"That was fantastic," Jake gasped as he collapsed on the ground.

"It was indeed," observed Gowran. "My ass felt like it was being ripped by a d'k tagh."

Jake smiled as he tried to think of his cock as a triple-bladed Klingon dagger. The two boys lay there and rested for a long time. They drank more Iw Hiq and nibbled on the platters of food. Soon they felt the lust upon them again.

They lay down on their sides in opposite directions. Jake licked the Klingon's huge boney-ridged cock, savouring the tangy flavour of wild meat. He quivered as he felt Gowran's hot, wet tongue lap at his balls. Feeling Gowran's hot mouth encircle his knob, Jake similarly slipped his lips over the Klingon's engorged cockhead. Taking each other in their mouths, the two boys slowly began to suck and gently work their lips up and down the hot, throbbing flesh. Each trembled with the pleasure the other was bringing, and with the pleasure of knowing the joy they were bringing their lover. Their hot blood and raging teenage hormones soon had their cumm churning in their rapidly tightening balls.

Gowran was the first, firing his hot, thick bitter load into Jake's eager mouth. Jake was quick to respond, squirting his own hot, salty load into Gowran's mouth. The two boys worked their hips and shuddered with their release, and the two boys eagerly swallowed each other's precious teenage juice. They sucked and drained each other before finally separating and sitting up. Looking at each other, they kissed, tenderly this time, tasting their own sperm on the lips of the other. They reached down and squeezed each other's now flaccid organ. A final drop of grey cumm oozed out of Gowran's member and onto Jake's hand.

"jIH HlqloD," said Gowran as he took Jake's hand and raised it. "My cumm."

Gowran squeezed Jake's black organ with his other hand and a thick drop of cumm similarly oozed out of his member and over Gowran's fingers.

"jIH HlqloD," said Jake, taking Gowran's hand.

The two boys grasped hands. "moj HlqloD," said Gowran, "our cumm."

"moj HlqloD," said Jake with a smile.

The two youths did not emerge from the holosuite for another twenty-four hours. When they did, they had grins that nothing could erase, and their exhaustion had nothing to do with the trials they had passed as everyone thought.

The following morning, Jake joined his father and Worf at the terminal to say goodby to the Klingons. While the adults said their fair wells, Jake and Gowran slipped behind a pile of equipment. They embraced and kissed, a warm, passionate fair well of young lovers. Gowran turned and marched proudly through the doors, head high and shoulders back. Today was a good day to die.

As Jake watched him leave a strange new feeling passed over him, a feeling that only a bonded lover of the nga'chuq R'uustai can feel. It was a longing, and a feeling of deep attachment. It was not the same love he felt for his best buddy Nog, nor the love he felt for his father. It was the love that only sexual partners can know. The deepest friendship is when one becomes one with a friend Jake remembered reading somewhere. For the first time in his life, Jake Sisko truly felt gay.