Title: Family Man: Contempt (or There's Always a Bigger Fish)
Author: Eggblue
Fandom: Deep Space Nine
Pairing: Dukat/other
Rating: NC-17
Status: complete
Archive: yes (please ask first!)
Feedback: eggblue@hotmail.com
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Disclaimer: Star Trek and Dukat to Paramount.
Warning: bestiality, extreme underage abuse, incest.
Timing: pre-Emissary
Summary: An episode from Dukat's adult life.
FAMILY MAN: CONTEMPT (or THERE'S ALWAYS A BIGGER FISH)
Dukat looked down at his rigid cock and knew it was going to be a long day. Waking up with a hard-on always put him in a bad mood. If he were lucky, he could sneak a peak at his wife sleeping and the urgent need would abate for awhile. But not this morning. He looked across the room to where she usually slept, and not surprisingly, she was absent from her bed.
She worked in the court system, meaning her day would be filled with judgments and executions. Dukat figured it was the perfect occupation for such a bloodless woman. Not that bloodless was a negative quality in his eyes. No, Dukat liked them passive, that's for sure. But while she never got angry with him, she never felt anything else towards him either. And she was awful in bed, that was the worst of it. He tried to forget what fucking her was like, the way she stared at him with contempt as he rocked on top of her. Dukat figured it should be the other way around, that *he* should be the one holding her in contempt. He could never quite get to that place of pure hatred, though. It was unfortunate, because *she* had no trouble with it. In fact, her emasculating stare sometimes made his dick go soft.
She wasn't there to give him that stare today, so Dukat would have to spend the majority of his time trying to get off somehow. It was all her fault, he was sure of it. The women back on Terok Nor would have no trouble trying to please him, sucking his cock wet underneath the desk in his office; the slave girls he had sent to his quarters already waiting there, legs spread. He would fuck them so hard for hours that his dick almost went numb.
What could he do here, on Cardassia, to compare with that? And the more he thought about his situation, the larger his cock swelled. He needed a sex slave to handle this monster today. Dukat's member was already completely hard. Veins bulged through the scaly purple skin, he could practically see the blood pumping pumping up and down his shaft. It was maddening.
Dukat got out of bed and stood up, stretching lazily. He knew what he could do to help his situation, and thankfully no one was home to keep him from his task. He didn't bother to put on any clothes, they would just be uncomfortable. He headed down the winding stairs to the ground level and made his way towards the middle of the house.
Dukat's logic went like this: He was a male Cardassian with a huge hard-on. His wife wasn't home and neither were the children or any of the servants. He was not on Terok Nor with his Bajoran mistresses just waiting to suck him off. He was nowhere near any means of sexual stimulation of the type which a man like himself deserved. He would not jerk off in his own house like he was some poor weak soldier. He was a Gul with a family and an important position. And he had a rock hard dick and no one to please him.
So he went to the steam bath. Most respectable homes have one, and his was exquisite. The walls and flooring were made of the most valuable stone material in all of Cardassia Prime. The whole room looked like a slate-gray work of art. There were no windows and the only light came from the underwater floodlights, which reflected off the waves and vapor and onto the walls.
Strange fish swam around in the water, filling it with colors and wispy fins. Dukat was looking for one creature in particular...
There it was. It swam sluggishly across the surface of the pool, coming up for air intermittently. Rings of burnt orange circled its middle, blending into shimmery purple scales. Two flipper-fins jutted out from a compact hard body, tapering at both ends to a length of 4 feet. The only flawed feature about the teyzt could be its eyes-- bulbous things sticking out from the side of its head, rolling around in yellow goo. But its eyes weren’t important right now.
In one smooth push, Dukat slid naked into the water. The fish weren’t used to having any strangers in there with them, and their movements reflected their fear. All except the teyzt, of course. She kept to her sluggish strokes, barely noticing his existence. He used that to his advantage. Dukat waited for her to circle closer to him, to where she was only a few feet away. He lunged like an alligator, his quick movements betraying his unfamiliarity with the waters.
His arms completely encircled the teyzt and pulled her halfway out of the water. She didn’t have much defense besides her camouflage, and outside of her natural home she was helpless. Breathing was possible both in and out of the water, but her entire sense of direction and stability were thrown all out of whack. Dukat used that to his advantage as well. Teyzts were known for their beauty, but for their stupidity as well. Dukat also knew that they had a reputation for something else...
He tipped her body over the edge of the pool and let her weight and the slippery scales carry her across the floor. Teyzts became very passive when they got confused. Really, it was a wonder they survived at all in the wild, Dukat thought.
He strolled over to where she lay on the floor, flapping her fins in jerky circles and swaying on her back. He grabbed onto each fin with his hands, holding her steady. After all this time his cock was still as hard as ever, as erect as it could be before an orgasm. Dukat looked down at her smooth middle, and then with a romantic flourish, he thrust his hard cock into her slimy fish hole.
“Uuuuhhhh,” he groaned as his aching dick got some much needed attention. His shaft was now completely enveloped in the warm fish softness, sinking deeper and deeper. Her fishy skin kept a warm suction around his thickness. Dukat closed his eyes and began pumping his cock in and out in and out in a frantic rhythm. The friction between his cock and her opening, his body and her moist scales, created a sound like rubber against glass.
After a few minutes, he found it was easier to lie on top of her and just slide back and forth. The sensation felt so good, the more he dove into her, the less he wanted to leave.
“Come on, fishy... fishfishfish... fuck your daddy, fuck me fuck me, fishfishfish...,” he spoke to the rhythm of his thrusts.
She squeaked back, sounding like a question, or just a little peep. Her eyes rolled around in their yellow sockets.
He had fucked teyzts before. It was a well-kept secret that teyzts were handy to have around the house, and he had used that knowledge to his advantage as often as he could. Or more appropriately, as often as he had to. He had to admit, it beat the alternative of his wife on most mornings.
Her skin was starting to dry out a little on the shallow surface. Just in time, he thought. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls, like the center of the universe was now situated in the hot gun of his groin.
He changed his position back to an upright straddle to push his thrusts home. “Y-yes, take my fucking hot cock... I’m coming... I’m coming!”
With a final roar of pleasure he released load after load into her soft belly. He imagined himself filling up the entire fishy body with come, like a big slime-covered come sac. He never wanted it to stop. Dukat closed his eyes unconsciously, his muscles quivering and dotted with sweat. As he calmed down, he rested his weight on the base of the teyzt’s tail, immobilizing her further. He could feel his cock expand, longer to 8 inches and wider in circumference. The teyzt’s slit hole stretched to take in his growing width. Dukat enjoyed the sensation of the flesh actually tightening around his entire length.
Then he heard a sound.
Cardassians don’t have very good ears, but Dukat knew for certain that his own weren’t playing tricks on him. There was definitely something there.
His eyes snapped open and practically bulged out of his head, just like the teyzt’s beneath him. There was a figure at the door.
Mekor!
If his erection had lessened some when he thought he was caught, he more than made up for it when he saw that his son was watching. A wave of heat started in his groin and washed over his entire body. It seemed to spread throughout the room like a double shock wave of anger and desire-- anger that someone had seen him, and desire that his son was the voyeur. Blood pounded in Dukat’s ears, and his cock sang out with in tandem with the pumping in his veins. He knew what he wanted.
“Mekor!”, Dukat called as his son ran out the door. In an instant he was pulling his throbbing dick out of the teyzt and running after him, fast. He wasn’t about to fuck his wife, and this animal couldn’t begin to appreciate his many fine talents. He had to find someone who would.
Meanwhile, finally free of the weight, the teyzt was able to turn herself over in an awkward roll. Oblivious, she pointed her protruding eyes towards the pool again and made her way across the floor, leaving a trail of sperm trailing behind her. flop, flop, flop, flop, flop... flop, flop, flop, flop, flop...
Dukat saw Mekor run around the corner at the other end of the hallway. His adult strength allowed him to gain on the seven-year-old easily, despite the child’s youthful agility. In a few quick strides Dukat grabbed onto his arm and pulled backwards, ripping his light bodysuit practically in half and dislocating the shoulder from its socket in the process.
Mekor let out a scream. His black hair hung down over his frightened eyes, blue like Dukat’s were. His frame was even slenderer than his father’s, covered with softer scales and ridges, colored a rosy purple. Mekor was small for his age, the middle child in a large family. Dukat thought of him as much as he thought of the rest of his brood, more or less. Cardassians love their children-- they are the measure of success, fertility, strength. But after a while, they can get awfully tiring. Dukat’s children were good to have, but they tried his patience even worse than his wife did.
“Where are you running to, boy?” Dukat said in a velvety voice. Mekor needed alot of discipline, which his wife meted out generously. Discipline was also very important on Cardassia. It became an art form. Mekor kept whimpering.
“What are you doing home today, hm?” he pulled harder on the awkwardly-bent arm. “You are supposed to be in school. We will have to punish you for that. But not now, hm? How about...” Dukat looked around the room as he mused, drawing out each word. “How about we watch some reports?”
Mekor let out another yelp as his injured arm was jerked hard. Dukat dragged him to the animal-hide-covered couch and fell into it with a groan. The boy remained at his knees, trying to find the least painful position for his aching arm.
Dukat turned up the volume to the screen that never turned off. A constant display of news from the State, for the State. Maybe if he was lucky he would get to watch an execution or a government propaganda report on the glory of the empire, and of course his position in it. He needed entertainment.
“Mekor...,” he shook the boy’s arm again, “why don’t you come over here?” Dukat led him to the right position. Mekor was kneeling between Dukat’s spread legs, trying not to look up into his eyes and trying to remain ignorant as long as possible.
Dukat grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to his crotch. Mekor’s shoulder burned, but that wasn’t the main reason for his worries right now. By now he knew what his father wanted him to do. He also knew that there was no use in disobeying your parents. It was just something you didn’t do.
Dukat wanted nothing more right now than to stick his cock all the way down his son’s throat as far as it could go. When Mekor slowly started to suck on the thick dark purple head, it just wasn’t good enough for Dukat. He grabbed the slender jaw of the boy and pulled him closer. The gagging throat muscles only increased his pleasure. Mekor’s little whimperings were also quite delicious. Fast, short breaths forced warm air onto the base of his shaft and a undulating tongue rippled on the underside.
He didn’t give Mekor’s mouth a rest as he fucked it steadily. The soft leather of the couch rubbed against his skin while he rocked his hips backwards and forwards, his cock pulling out of the hot mouth almost completely before he thrust it back in again.
“Yes, yes, suck me harder,” he growled as he took a fistful of the soft black hair and used it to manipulate Mekor’s head. He pulled the boy’s hair by the roots and thrust into the air recklessly until Mekor’s nose started to bleed from being smashed up against the hard Cardassian pelvic ridge. Dukat didn’t even notice the blood, the pleasure was so exquisite.
He could feel himself coming again, the pressure in his balls building up even slower this time, like he could feel every cell in his body react to the orgasm one at a time in succession. He shoved Mekor’s face down to the base of his cock and held it there as he shot load after load down the boy’s raw throat. His already-engorged cock grew larger again after the fuck. Mekor made short choking sounds.
Reluctantly, Dukat pulled on the black hair and peeled the child’s face away from his groin. His cock was still calling for attention, but there were other ways to get it.
He stood up with another sigh and walked towards the kitchen, his fist still wrapped around his son’s hair. “Come on, if I can’t fuck your mother and there’s nothing else around, you will have to do your duty to your father and do as I say. Be quiet!”
“Y-y-yes, father,” Mekor was able to sputter out.
Dukat pushed Mekor face-down onto the table and moved up behind him. His fist was still tangled in the kid’s hair as he held the bloodied face against the metal table. The boy’s feet dangled in the air and tickled Dukat’s sensitive shins. He laughed at the freedom laid out in front of him in the form of a shaking head and a quivering puckered asshole.
Holding onto his cock with his free hand, he guided it into the tight hole. He didn’t stop until he felt skin against his thighs. Mekor’s screams only made the sensation sweeter.
He fucked his son until he was lifting Mekor’s virgin ass off the table and pulling his raven-colored hair backwards like a horse’s reins. He rode that body hard and fast, harder, faster....
Dukat first felt the impending orgasm in the roots of his hair and the nerves in his teeth. It spread from there like a prolonged agony. He grunted wantonly, losing control of his thrusts in the process. But he still remained firmly embedded in the hot ass, which was now turning red as if spanked by an angry parent (which it was).
Dukat’s cock grew again in length and girth, stretching Mekor’s ass out even more. The boy yelled and squirmed against the increasing pressure. His poor canal was already wet with blood and come and agonizingly raw from the dry fucking his father had given it.
When the massive cock was quickly pulled from his ass, Mekor screamed long and slow, the tears dripping down his beaten face. But Dukat had other concerns.
“Come,” he pulled again on the now-bloodied scalp of his son, “I have to piss.” Dukat stalked up the winding stairs and into the bathroom, with Mekor following along weakly behind him.
When he reached the bathroom door, Dukat let go of his son’s head and tossed him inside, closing the door with the flat of his foot. Mekor took the opportunity to bring his hands to his aching head, trying to soothe the bloody wound. His ass still throbbed terribly, and he bit his lip when he landed on his sore backside.
Without hesitating, Dukat hefted his cock in his left hand and stood over Mekor. The piss shot out of his dilated slit and streamed down onto the boy’s face. Dukat aimed like a playful artist, trying to see how much of Mekor’s body he could cover with the hot yellow liquid. As it turned out, he could cover quite alot. He pissed so much that a pool began to form at the child’s legs. Dukat ordered him to open his mouth and the broken boy obeyed instantly. Even still, he couldn’t swallow fast enough and the acrid piss flowed down his chin in rivulets. When Dukat finally finished, he ordered Mekor to lick his cock clean. Lowering his eyes, he lapped up the remains of his own shit and blood, Dukat’s come and piss, and the salty juices from the teyzt.
“There, that’s better,” Dukat said as he finished. “You should go to bed now, I think.”
Mekor nodded automatically. Dukat led him by the wrist down the hall. Mekor crawled into his bed, exhausted. He didn’t care that he was a mess, or that he was staining the sheets with blood. He just wanted to sleep, that was all.
When Dukat crawled in after him, he had to suppress a sob. And then he couldn’t anymore. Burrowing his face into his pillow, he cried and wailed with his aching throat. Dukat took advantage of the child’s position to recline his body on top of him and pull the covers over his back. Wrapping his arms around Mekor’s chest in a hug, he pulled the weakened body back to where their hips touched.
Without hesitation he entered Mekor’s ravaged hole again and fucked him for the rest of the afternoon, over and over and over...
By evening, Dukat had lost his erection and the boy had managed to drift off into an uneasy sleep. Even while he was dreaming, Mekor whimpered when Dukat’s cock left his well-fucked body.
The End