Page 52 of Clan and Command

If the Dramok could have asked for anything different, it would have been that the blindfold be removed. He wanted to see Lokmi and Kila staring down at him, their faces filled with approving lust as he gave himself to them with willing abandon. As he strained to accept all Lokmi stuffed down his throat. As he winced under Kila’s rough handling.

He was left guessing instead, and the loss of sight made him aware of every sensation. Lokmi’s fevered cock was bumpy with pulsing veins, the smooth skin stretched tight over it. Lubrication continued to exude, as did the sweeter taste of pre-cum. Meanwhile, he was sure he could feel every whorl of prints on Kila’s calloused fingers. The Nobek stroked and squeezed his cock, somehow intuiting the moment he needed to slow the pace to keep Piras from climax.

“Is his ass still warm from the whipping?” Lokmi panted.

“Yes, but I could heat it up a little more for you.”

“All right, but I’m going to have to have it soon. Keep swallowing while Kila spanks you, pretty man.”

The raw pain of the Nobek’s heavy hand clapping hard against Piras’s already sore backside was heady. It demonstrated all the more how the two men held the reins over him. His excitement over the situation confirmed to Piras that submissive was who he was in sex. Each painful reminder from Kila’s discipline that brought a luscious jolt of rapture to his cocks was more proof he belonged under the control of strong men.

His ass thundered with exquisite agony by the time Kila got his flesh hot enough to deem him ready for Lokmi’s use. The pair shifted around him. Piras was already attuned to the feel of each man. Kila’s muskier, more animal-like scent was now in front of him. Lokmi’s gentler but still firm presence knelt behind him, his cocks bumping against Piras’s throbbing buttocks. Their wet tips prodded the crevice, seeking entrance. Lokmi’s groin drew in tight to Piras, sending a fresh wave of pleasurable hurt. The Imdiko’s thighs pushed his apart.

“Open up, Piras. Offer me that gorgeous ass.”

The Dramok shifted his legs far apart, feeling the plush rug sink beneath his knees. A questing touch ran down the crack of his ass, searching and then settling against the opening. Finding him still relaxed from the earlier use of the dildo, Lokmi thrust in easily.

He found the sensitized hot spot within. Piras clenched around the wondrous invader with a cry as sensual pleasure blasted through him. Lokmi shoved in to the wide base of his cock. The girth was greater than that of the dildo, and a fresh, glorious ache seized Piras.

From high above came Kila’s voice. “Is that ass hot enough for you, Chief?”

Lokmi answered with a groan and demanding thrusts. The friction lit Piras on the inside. His cries punctuated the engineer’s moans.

The Nobek chuckled. He grabbed a handful of Piras’s hair. “All right, boy. You know what I want.”

Piras opened his mouth wide. Though he had expected the cock that slammed all the way in, he choked anyway.

“Oh yes. That’s the tune I like to hear. Remember that sound if you ever go back into music, Chief.”

Lokmi offered a breathless laugh. “Fuck. You’re really feeding him that thing.”

“Damned right I am. He’s enjoying every last inch of me too.”

The Imdiko grabbed Piras’s slick, rigid primary. “Yes, he is. Pretty man, you are a treasure.”

Piras descended into a maelstrom of bliss. His masters fucked him hard, driving within his accepting body with marvelous power. He gagged on Kila, who alternated between encouragement and praise. Lokmi drummed into him relentlessly, his breathing growing more ragged by the moment. His hand whipped up and down Piras’s length, and molten heat seeped a slow but insistent trail up his cock. His gut felt as if it had been set on fire, and it fed the rising tide of climax.

“Are you going to come for us?” Lokmi grunted in his ear, his voice thick. “Are you going to shoot your seed while gagging on Kila’s cock? With me shoved up your perfect, tight ass?”

His hoarse tone enticed the rising tide of excitement to boil ever closer to the end. Kila withdrew all but the tip of his cock from Piras’s mouth. His hand bumped against the Dramok’s lips over and over. He was masturbating himself, readying to spill down his throat. Working his sex so that he could watch his semen spurt into Piras’s open, submissively waiting mouth.

They were all drawing near to the end. Lokmi muttered in his ear again, his words coming in ragged bursts. “Do it, Piras. Come. Right. Now.”

The seething mass of rapture in his gut gathered itself, growing heavy and almost painful in its intensity. Then it blasted like a fiery arrow through his cock, ripping out in violent jets of passion. Piras screamed.

Kila uttered a low howl. A moment later, he flooded Piras’s mouth. The gushes of his passion felt as if they fed the Dramok’s; his loins spasmed, forcing more seed from his body.

Lokmi was the last to succumb. His gasps became a prolonged groan and he battered against Piras’s ass harder than ever. His cock whipsawed more easily with each thrust as he streamed pleasure.

For several minutes after the last ebbs had ended, the air filled with gasps. It was Kila who moved first. His strong arms wrapped around Piras, working to release the cuffs that kept his hands at the small of his back. Still under the spell of the men’s power, Piras leaned his head against Kila’s shoulder. The cuffs fell free, and rough hands rubbed his wrists.

“Chief, can you fetch us all some water?” the Nobek said.

“Sure.” Lokmi’s cock slipped from Piras. Clumsy sounds announced his departure. Piras supposed he headed for the kitchen.

As the Imdiko’s steps receded, Kila removed the blindfold. Piras blinked for several long seconds. Sight seemed overwhelming after having been robbed of it for so long. At last he adjusted to regaining that sense and was able to consider his companion.

Still resting against Kila, Piras peered up at the broad-featured Nobek’s face. “I should be furious, you know. You had no right bringing another man into this.”

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