Page 63 of Clan and Command

Lokmi glared at him for a second longer, then went back to mouthing his smaller cock.

Kila looked over his shoulder and growled in appreciation. “Damn, I love watching someone get sucked. There is nothing hotter, unless it’s my cock in the man’s mouth.”

He reached around to pluck Piras’s nipples. He pulled and stretched and pinched and twisted, gifting erotic pain. Piras had to stand still and take it, though it helped make arousal thunder in his loins. His nipples swelled and blushed a deep color, growing more sensitive with each moment. Kila grunted with approval.

“Good. Let’s see how you like this,” he said, moving to rummage once more in his bag. His hand emerged, curled around something too small for Piras to see.

“It’s not the size, it’s how you use it that counts,” Kila said. He opened his fist and showed Piras the horseshoe-shaped nipple clamps he held.

The Dramok winced in anticipation but made no complaint. It was Kila’s body to use as he chose. Naturally, the Nobek would test Piras’s commitment to that.

Lokmi ended his attentions. He slid the double ring around Piras’s shafts, all the way to their bases. Piras whimpered at the harsh constriction that would keep him from climax until Lokmi chose to release him. The Imdiko switched his attentions to the Dramok’s larger cock, sucking it in deep. Elation surged in Piras’s groin. At the same moment, Kila clamped his left nipple, sending a spear of pain into him. Piras cried out as the two intense sensations warred for control. Torment and rapture made his body shake violently. He clenched his fists at his side, battling to keep from moving.

“Who’s my good boy?” Kila murmured, kissing him on the cheek, as if he would never in a million years cause Piras pain.

“I am, Nobek,” Piras choked, watching with blurred vision as the other clamp came towards his right nipple. “I promise I am.”

“Show me.” The clamp closed over the erect button of flesh, and another vicious bolt sliced deep into Piras’s flesh.

He screamed but didn’t flinch. Kila watched him closely, gauging every nuance of pain. His mocking smile filled Piras’s hazy vision…the conqueror enjoying his prize.

And still Lokmi teased his primary cock, his warm, wet mouth a passionate counterpoint to the agony. The desire he kept at a peak fed on Piras’s pain, heightening the craving wakened by the Imdiko’s sucking and licking. Kila’s punishments didn’t negate any of the hunger that made his cocks harder than ever. It multiplied it by hundreds.

“Pretty Piras,” Kila growled, his expression more feral than ever. “Held by the will of two men. So eager to please. You look good enough to eat, boy. I think I will.”

He stepped behind Piras again, out of the Dramok’s sight. For a few moments, he was gone, the silent predator missing. Piras drowned in the hurt pulsing through his nipples, the dildo’s thick weight filling his ass, the wet sounds and pulling of Lokmi’s hungry mouth at his jolting cock. Fever-bright excitement filled him, and the stirrings of impending climax tickled through his gut.

A circle of heated damp pressed against one buttock. Kila’s open mouth bore down on the mound, and the hardness of his teeth compressed Piras’s skin. He bit down, the force growing painful. Just as Piras thought the Nobek would break the skin, he relented. Slow licks eased the hurt before Kila went to an unmolested portion and bit again.

He did that to every inch of Piras’s buttocks, mauling and licking, hurting and rewarding. Meanwhile, Lokmi continued to lap and draw on his cock, bringing thick drops of pleasure to escape the tip. Piras was tossed endlessly to and fro, between paradise and perdition.

His mind grew fuzzy under the men’s assaults. Though his body rioted, he felt as if his consciousness floated, easy and secure. For the moment, all was in harmony in his world. His mind rested, not concerned with the mission, his mother’s worries, or his sexuality. He was safe, with nothing to do but obey.

Safe.

Kila left off biting and came around to enter Piras’s line of sight. Lokmi withdrew as well, getting to his feet and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Nobek. They looked at Piras, their stares intent. Everything had a soft glow to the Dramok: the men standing before him and the aching places on his body where their attentions had been the most intense. Even his muddled thoughts had a soft radiance.

“Someone’s out in space,” Lokmi chuckled. “We do good work, Captain.”

“So we do. What do you say? I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck him for a little while.”

“Do I have to? Well, if you insist.” Lokmi winked at him. “Lie on your back, Piras. I want to look at that dreamy expression while it lasts.”

Piras blinked at him, the words coming in slow motion and hard to decipher in his euphoric state. Kila barked a laugh and circled his throat, his touch gentle with guidance. “This way, pretty boy. Down you go. That’s it.”

Piras felt he didn’t so much lie down as float to the mat surface. Kila kept his controlling but careful grip on his throat. Lokmi grabbed one of his legs and propped it against his shoulder, lifting Piras’s butt off the surface. He tugged the dildo free of the Dramok’s ass, leaving him uncomfortably empty. The void disturbed Piras’s pleasure a little.

“Please,” he whispered, looking into Lokmi’s avid expression.

“Do you want me?” the Imdiko asked, his eyes darkening. He pulled the crotch of his uniform open, and his eager cocks jutted straight from his groin. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you.” Piras licked his lips as he stared at the livid shafts pointing at him.

Lokmi leaned close so his handsome face filled Piras’s vision. “What do you want from me?”

“Whatever you will give me.”

“Ancestors,” Lokmi groaned. “Why don’t they make more Dramoks like you?”

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