Page 51 of Clan and Command

“Anything!” he shrieked. “Whatever you want!”

The whipping ceased. His cocks were released, and a moment later the dildo stopped shuddering against his cum spot. Then it was tugged out, leaving him open and empty.

Piras groaned in mingled relief and agony. His loins still felt full to bursting, but the sensation of imminent climax receded. His cocks ached at the missed opportunity.

A coarse hand rubbed over his burning ass, bringing fresh pain and rapture. Piras yelped. Kila laughed at his reaction. “Now that’s a well-thrashed ass. I don’t think you missed a centimeter. Nicely done, Chief.”

Chief. Piras had heard Kila call his new head of engineering that. His second lover was indeed the dual-breed Lokmi. For some reason, the knowledge delighted Piras.

“I do believe he promised us whatever we wanted. Did I hear that right?” Lokmi’s tone filled with breathless expectancy.

“You did indeed. What is your pleasure?”

“First to see those lips wrapped around each of my cocks. Then I want to fuck that ass I just turned such an enchanting deep red.”

A fresh surge of excitement filled Piras’s twin sexes. He bit back a moan.

“He’ll be glad to give you any opening you desire. Won’t you, boy?” Kila’s question – more of a demand – was punctuated by a hard slap to the Dramok’s throbbing rear.

“Yes, Nobek. I will give the Imdiko anything he wants of me,” Piras gasped as soon as he could breathe again.

“You’d better. That spanking he gave you will feel like love taps compared to what you’ll get from me if you disappoint him.”

Piras shivered in response to the delicious threat. They had accepted their possession of him. They would order, and he would obey. If he did not, he would be punished. It felt so incredibly right, as too few encounters before had.

Please don’t stop. Please be my masters tonight.

He was pulled upright, still kneeling. The scent of aroused man filled his nostrils an instant before a firm touch rapped against his cheek. “Open up, pretty man. I want to see you swallow it.”

Piras’s jaw dropped. The fevered length of a swollen cock slid over his tongue, slick with Lokmi’s natural lubrication. The sweet-spicy flavor of his passion was luscious, and the Dramok rolled his tongue over it, trying to capture each succulent drop. The Imdiko groaned and grabbed Piras’s head. He pushed farther in but slowly, as if to prolong this first sweet incursion. He made the Dramok tilt his head, and his larger cock slid a wet trail across Piras’s cheek.

Piras concentrated on keeping his throat relaxed, remembering Kila’s delight in thrusting all of his length in. Lokmi was made of the same cloth apparently, because he forged deep until he had no more to give. Yet he gave Piras the opportunity to adjust, rather than making him choke as Kila enjoyed.

As if Piras’s silent comparison had somehow encouraged the Nobek, the growling voice spoke close to his ear. “That looks good, this tame boy taking your secondary willingly. What do you think, Chief? Is having a meek lover all you’d thought it would be?”

“Better.” Lokmi pulled back and pushed forward again, leisurely fucking Piras’s mouth. “Even the service Imdikos I’ve paid at the pleasure clubs aren’t this biddable. They’ll do as they’re told because they’re paid to, but you can usually tell they don’t like it.”

“Piras does. He loves it. He’s so hard.” Kila’s grip folded around the Dramok’s main cock, pumping him in time with Lokmi’s gentle thrusts. “So wet. Listen to him moan.”

“Listen?” Lokmi gasped. “I’m feeling it vibrate my prick. Ancestors, I’ve never enjoyed anyone more.”

“He is delightful, even if I’m only watching. I look forward to my turn.”

Their conversation excited Piras, but not as much as Kila watching and working his primary as Lokmi took him. He shook all over, helpless and happily trapped. Even Kila rubbing his whipped ass hard and setting off searing bursts of pain was heady delight.

“You’ve done well, my sweet,” Lokmi said at length. “You will now pleasure my larger cock.”

The firm warmth of the secondary shaft glided out of Piras’s mouth. He left his mouth open for the other. It pushed in, widening his jaws. He swallowed the juices flowing from Lokmi’s pores, the sharp spice of it drowning him in pleasure.

Lokmi slid all the way to the back of Piras’s throat. He coughed, and Kila made a thick sound in his throat. “You’ll be doing a lot more of that with me,” he promised Piras. “I love gagging you with my cock.”

“No hint of refusal,” Lokmi groaned. “You are perfect, you lovely, submissive Dramok.”

Piras recovered as the Imdiko drew back, giving him room to breathe. His tongue wound about the cock as Lokmi retreated, and he sucked on the delicious appendage. A slighter sweeter flavor emerged at the tip, a hint of pre-cum.

“That’s right, Piras. Lick that cock. Take it.” The shaft surged forward again, entering his throat. Piras swallowed in an effort to keep from choking.

Lokmi set a quicker pace than he had when using his smaller rear penis, imprisoning the Dramok’s head between his hands, controlling Piras. He pumped deep, and Piras couldn’t help but occasionally gag. Each time he did, Kila grunted and squeezed his cock harder, as if to reward him for struggling with the thick invader.

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