Page 78 of Clan and Command

Feeling those calloused paws working his sensitive flesh kept Piras on the brink of explosion. His complete surrender to his master kept passion bottled up, even as it drove him crazy.

“Good,” Kila growled, watching him with increasing pleasure. “Give yourself to me. You have no will but mine.”

“Anything,” Piras moaned, giving up on entreating his enthralling tormentor for relief. “For you, anything.”

In answer, Kila pressed one of his hard, bruising kisses to Piras’s lips. Then he straightened, still on his knees, and yanked his uniform open. Piras groaned as he exposed his thick, veined cocks, livid with arousal.

Kila smirked. He crouched over Piras’s face, facing the Dramok’s feet. His hips lowered, and Piras gripped the two rigid shafts at their bases. He guided the smaller of the two to his mouth first. Kila fed him the length until Piras choked hard on it, the way he enjoyed. His hips lifted, giving the Dramok’s head room to bob up and down, servicing him.

“That’s my obedient boy,” Kila sighed as Piras fellated him, switching between secondary and primary to give them equal attention. “Suck those cocks. Suck them good.”

He returned the favor, mouthing Piras. The feeling of the Nobek’s raspy tongue sliding over his shafts, of the hot mouth enclosing them, of glorious tension as Kila drew on his flesh made Piras moan around his delightful mouthfuls. He kicked helplessly, pinned by the other man’s weight on top of him.

After several incredible minutes of mutual play, Kila rose up. Piras sucked hard on the primary cock drawing out of his mouth, as if to protest its departure. Propping his weight on his hands, Kila lowered his hips, sinking his full length into the hungry mouth. Piras strained against the cock choking him, gagging the way Kila liked best.

“Fuck yeah,” the Nobek breathed.

He pumped several times, taking wondrous advantage of his control over Piras. The Dramok knew how well he pleased Kila as pre-cum spurted against his tongue with each stroke. He glowed with the delight of serving his master so well. Though his groin throbbed with the desperate need for release, no climax could have felt better than the joy that came from fulfilling Kila’s desires.

The Nobek used Piras’s mouth until his cocks were jerking, on the verge of eruption. Then he resumed licking and kissing Piras’s cocks, leaving the gasping Dramok to respond in kind.

Trapped under Kila, Piras gloried being sucked and his mouth vigorously fucked with demand. Kila growled with every harsh gag his long shafts dragged from Piras’s throat. Piras loved both kinds of attention equally. With each passing second, Kila told him he accepted Piras’s needs. He didn’t have to speak a single word to tell the Dramok his surrender was treasured.

With his aching cocks taut and overfull, Piras couldn’t quell a cry of disagreement when Kila rose from him, taking his mouth and shafts away. The Nobek grabbed one of Piras’s legs and lifted it to expose his ass for a harsh spanking. “You dare question me, boy?” he snarled as he wore his ass out with smack after smack.

Piras yelped and cringed as brilliant, heady pain splashed against his backside, but he didn’t try to avoid the discipline. He wailed, “No, Nobek. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Not as sorry as you’ll be if I hear another complaint.” The hand rose and fell with ruthless purpose, painfully reminding Piras of his place.

“Please, let me serve you,” he gasped. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

Kila grunted and ended the punishment. “We’ll see about that. On your knees. Spread those legs.”

Piras wasted no time in obeying, putting his stinging ass in the air, right in front of Kila. He trembled all over, euphoric over the control the Nobek wielded with no hint of hesitation. His butt hurt, and he had never felt so happy in his whole life.

Still disgruntled, Kila made his ass take his primary cock with a determined, ungentle thrust. The burning of reluctant muscles forced to yield to the Nobek added to Piras’s excitement. Kila’s hands closed over his hips, and he hauled Piras back to take his driving shaft deeper still. An enthralling mixture of hurt and rapture bloomed deep within Piras, making his straining cocks jolt with exhilaration.

He was desperate to come, his stomach cramping with the need to let loose. However, he was Kila’s boy, his obedient slave. It fulfilled him to take the powerful fucking more than succumbing to mere orgasm ever could. So he suffered and reveled in his plight as the Nobek pounding hard against his still-tender ass.

Kila shifted slightly, and a blast of intense pleasure drove deep within Piras. A surge of the purest bliss shot halfway up his main prick. Piras screamed, almost unable to stop the climax fighting to escape. He pounded the floor with his fist.

“That’s the spot. Right there,” Kila snarled. “Suffer for me, boy. Suffer and don’t come.” He thrust again and again over the most sensitive part inside Piras’s passage, making the Dramok battle the disparate needs to orgasm and submit.

The hot stream of cum moved closer to escape. Piras’s control unraveled, losing ground inch by excruciating inch. He could not stop himself from climax. It was going to happen no matter how desperate his need to please Kila. The Nobek fucked him hard and fast, pushing him to disobey.

When a buzz sounded, ratcheting through the air like a great insect, Piras thought it another symptom of his losing struggle. However, Kila’s irritable curse made him realize it was something else. Someone was outside the ready room, triggering the door announce.

Kila didn’t pause for a single moment. “Fuck off, whoever you are,” he called and continued to fuck Piras, driving the Dramok ever closer to the end. Climax was but a handful of thrusts away.

Lokmi’s amused voice rang out over Piras’s desperate gasps. “I could always trigger the door, you know. Chief engineers have all the codes.”

“Demanding asshole,” Kila said, but there was breathless laughter in his tone. He stopped, remaining imbedded in Piras’s ass. He grabbed the Dramok’s primary cock and stroked it. “Do you want that insufferable dual-breed as well as me, boy? Don’t say anything; I can feel from that lurch that you do. Cocks don’t lie. Come in, Chief.”

The door opened to admit Lokmi and shut again as soon as he stepped inside. The Imdiko looked down at them, his expression delighted. “Well, this is better than what I’d hoped to see. Piras with his ass in the air…nice shade of red, by the way…looking desperate and well-used while you fuck him senseless. I am hurt that you didn’t invite me to your celebration though.”

Kila answered casually. “Oh, I thought you knew you had a standing invitation. My boy’s ass is your ass. His mouth too.”

“And everything in between?”

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