Page 23 of Clan and Command

“Good boy,” he said and kissed Piras once more as a reward for trusting him. He stroked the other man’s cocks to make him gasp and lose the last vestiges of tension. Once Piras’s eyes took on their former glazed aspect and his face went slack with bliss, Kila backed off. It was time to get this lesson in obedience back on track.

He rummaged in the bag for lubricant. He squirted gel all over the dildo portion of the pump, taking perverse enjoyment in Piras’s displeased frown as he watched the preparations.

“Turn around. All fours. Let me see that lovely ass up in the air and ready to accept what I give it.”

With another annoyed pout, Piras did as he was told. His ass waved inches from Kila’s face, a holy object deserving of worship. The Nobek contemplated the perfectly round cheeks and the enticing darkness between them. He set the pump on the floor and adjusted the dildo’s height on the telescoping rod so that it aligned with that glorious entrance. He noted a minute shaking in his hands as he did so. The anticipation of watching the Dramok take a fucking had him excited. His aching cocks strained harder than ever at his trousers.

He set a hand on the device’s platform to keep it securely in place. His other palm caressed Piras’s upturned ass, callouses rasping against the smooth skin. Piras shivered.

Kila said, “All right, my reluctant pet. Back yourself onto it.”

Piras shot him a look over his shoulder. “What?”

“You heard me. Take the tip of the dildo in your ass.”

“But – but—”

“Okay, put it in your butt. I didn’t realize you had a problem with the word ‘ass’.”

The look on Piras’s face was priceless. Kila wished he had thought ahead to vid this encounter.

“Damn it, Kila!” Comical shock was replaced by a beseeching expression. “Isn’t it enough that I’m letting you do this to me? Why are you making me take that awful thing myself?”

“Because it pleases me.” Kila lifted a brow. “It also pleases me to punish you for disobedience. Back yourself so that the tip of it is in your ass and then accept the discipline you’ve earned.”

Piras’s lips squashed together so that they formed a thin line. However, he didn’t offer any further argument. Instead, he turned his face away and moved his hips towards the waiting pump.

Kila watched the tip of the tapered dildo nudge Piras open. Bit by bit, it forged inside him, disappearing into the tight orifice. A surge of heat jolted Kila’s cocks as Piras took an inch and then another.

“Stop,” he ordered, surprised he didn’t sound breathless. “How does it feel?”

“I don’t like it,” came Piras’s muffled complaint. “It’s not warm. It’s not real.” He said something else quietly, as if he didn’t want Kila to hear. The Nobek caught the words anyway.It’s not you.

“But you’ll accept it,” Kila said, feeling a little unsteady. “Because I want you to.”

“Yes.”

“As well as punishment.”

Piras shuddered. Took a breath. Looked over his shoulder again to meet Kila’s gaze.

“Yes.”

* * * *

Piras couldn’t figure out if he was more miserable or delighted at the moment. He was certainly both, as impossible as feeling those opposing states at once should have been.

He hated the dildo he’d partially inserted in his ass. Not that it was uncomfortable. The tip was the narrowest part, and well greased. It didn’t even ache. It wasn’t the dildo itself either. Dildos in play weren’t often a problem for Piras, because they were usually wielded by a live person.

The pump though…he wasn’t happy about that. Pumps were machines that once turned on, didn’t need any further attention. Piras didn’t want to be fucked by a machine, not even while Kila watched. He wanted…he needed Kila to touch him. To take active part.

Not only was Kila going to let the pump do all his fucking for him, but he was making Piras insert the dildo into himself. Maybe it was the kind of thing that got the Nobek off, but it was not something Piras enjoyed. Even if Kila was in control.

Only one thing kept Piras from calling a halt to the whole business. Kila hadn’t walked out on him. He’d said something that had made Piras think he might, but then he’d sworn he wasn’t going anywhere. And even though Piras had gotten pissy because he didn’t like the pump or that he was expected to shove it up his own ass, Kila was still there.

Still there. Not walking away from Piras because his Dramok personality failed during sex.

“Someone’s thinking too hard,” the dark man looming over him said. He reached for Piras and grabbed his primary cock.

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