Page 62 of Tribute
At the end of the last session, he had been taken back to the quarters he shared with Kai, chained to the bed with a cock gag rammed down his throat, a dildo in his ass, and a fricking pump on his dick, and left there to suffer in silence. He wanted to smash his head repeatedly against the wall and scream his frustration to the world.
Instead, he set himself to endure. One of the others had mentioned that all the trainers had been Tributes at one time. If that was true, then Aled had to survive as well. The sound of the door opening and more than one voice made him tense up.
“Price.” Kai slapped him on the ass and started unbuckling all the straps and restraints. Malke appeared on Aled’s other side and helped out. “Lie on your back.”
He was rolled over and found three sets of eyes on him, including Graif’s. Judging from the red marks on Graif’s skin, he’d been subjected to the same torture as Aled.
Malke knelt at the end of the bed and pushed Aled’s knees wide, making him groan. “I’m gonna fuck your tight ass whileKai has your mouth and Graif gets to fuck himself on your cock. Any objections to that, Price?”
He knew it was pointless to protest. It didn’t matter what he said. His body had learned to respond whether he wanted it to or not. Even now his sore cock was twitching and readying itself for Graif. He didn’t understand why he needed to be constantly hard, but he was certainly capable of it. If that was all Kai Mexr wanted from him, then he’d succeeded.
Malke didn’t need lube, as the dildo had already done its job, and Aled was able to take his cock without too much effort. Graif smiled as he straddled Aled’s hips but didn’t speak.
Kai touched Aled’s shoulder. “Hold the base of your cock steady for Graif.”
He did what he was told as Malke pushed deep into his ass and held still, setting all his nerves jangling.
“Gods,” Aled breathed out as Graif took his cock, squeezing and releasing each inch of his flesh as he rocked his way down. The mandatory stage two metal piercings in his crown jarred against Graif’s flesh as he was engulfed. When he was fully sheathed, Graif leaned forward, planting his knees on either side of Aled’s waist, Malke looming behind him.
“Don’t worry, Graif,” Malke said. “I’m gonna work your cock good once Kai’s settled in to Price’s mouth, so don’t feel left out.”
A tremor ran through Graif and he lowered his gaze but not before Aled had seen the intense excitement in his eyes.
“Now stay put.” Malke wrapped one muscular arm low around Graif’s hips, catching his pierced cock against Graif’s belly and within the circle of Malke’s arm. He pressed Graif down on Aled’s cock. “I’ll do the fucking.”
Aled cried out as Malke slammed the full length of his cock in and felt the answering tremor in Graif, who used his internal muscles to squeeze Aled’s shaft. Kai was watching it all, his gazeremote and impersonal. Gods, Aled hated the way Kai did that. It was if he suddenly didn’t exist.
On impulse he turned his head and licked down the front of Kai’s pants, earning him a savage growl and a painful hand in his hair. Kai yanked down his pants and Aled sucked him into his mouth, used his teeth and his tongue to make sure Kai was paying attention. With a hoarse sound, Kai loosened his grip, and for the first time let Aled do what he wanted. Did Kai like it rough? Did he crave what Aled hated? And then Aled forgot everything because Malke was ramming him so hard and Graif was . . .
He cried out around Kai’s cock and held on and swallowed as everyone seemed to climax at once, leaving him shattered and exhausted.
Eventually, Malke and Graif disengaged themselves and left. Kai disappeared into the shower. Aled stretched out on the bed, wondering if he would ever be able to move again. The sound of the water made him get up. His head hurt as he stood, and he had to grab on to the wall for balance. He walked like an old man, his feet wide; his ass hurt, as did his cock, and he was covered in the leavings of the other men.
In the small bathroom, Kai had just stepped out of the shower; his dark skin gleamed as he toweled off. He glanced up at Aled.
“What do you want, Price?”
“May I shower?”
Kai considered him as he dried his muscled chest. “What if I want to keep you like that? Smelling of come and sweat?”
Aled briefly closed his eyes and leaned against the door. “Please let me shower.”
“How about we trade?”
“What?”
Kai raised his eyebrows. “You do something for me and then I’ll let you shower.”
Aled turned back toward the bedroom and walked over to the already rumpled bed. “How do you want me, sir?”
Kai followed him, the towel now wrapped around his hips. He took the only seat in the room and studied Aled.
“Sit on the bed, facing me with your knees spread wide.”
His hips protested but he did as Kai asked.
“Now, use your hand to make yourself hard.”
