Clan and Conviction (Clan Beginnings) (32 page)

Gelan swatted his attempts away.  “We like keeping a firm hand on you, Imdiko.  You just come along with the nice police officers like a good boy, all right?”

Wynhod laughed at that, and then they were entering the lift.  “Clan Gelan quarters,” the Nobek said. 

The door hadn’t even finished closing before the two men closed in tight around Krijero again.  Hands and mouths wandered all over him, fondling and kissing and making him crazy with blinding arousal.  The transport filled with his moans as they continued the demanding assault.

As soon as the transport’s door opened, they were dragging him along again, taking him through the darkened quarters of their home.  Krijero had the vague impression of a nicely furnished greeting room and a long hallway with doors leading to other places.  He didn’t sightsee, not with Wynhod still holding his crotch in a tight grip that was delicious but right on the threshold of becoming uncomfortable.  The only view that he was absolutely clear about consisted of two handsome, grinning faces that kept saying, “Come on, Krijero.  Right this way.”

They finally led him into a room close to the end of the hall.  Gelan and Wynhod released him and pushed him forward.  Krijero had a look at where he’d been brought.  His legs buckled as a wave of weakness overtook him.

Gelan caught him around the waist.  “Oops.  Gotcha.  Right over here, my reluctant Imdiko.”

The Dramok was forced to nearly carry Krijero to what had stunned the psych.  The huge sleeping mat took up nearly all of the space in the room and the arched openings to the balcony allowed the Imdiko to see the light traffic outside.  It might have been dim enough in the room for those passing by to not see him, but he wasn’t sure.  However, it wasn’t the big bed or the open view that made his knees not want to hold him up.  Neither of those things brought his already avid erections nearly to the spilling point.  It was what stood at the foot of the sleeping mat.

Thick wooden posts, two feet taller than Krijero and beautifully carved with nature designs, were anchored into the stone floor.  Near the top of those posts hung a pair of metal rings to which tethers had been tied.  Another identical pair of rings and tethers studded the posts near the floor. 

“Nice, aren’t they?” Gelan said.  “Perfect for binding a long, tall, delicious Imdiko to.”

“Uh,” was all Krijero could come out with.  He was beyond words.

The other two men tugged off his clothes, undressing him with amazing speed.  The Imdiko wondered if they would be disappointed in a body like his.  He wasn’t nearly as thick as they were, his body sporting more lean corded muscle than the serious bulk Gelan and Wynhod had.  However, the heat in their eyes and aroma of arousal that filled his nostrils as they looked his naked form over told him they were perfectly happy with what he offered.

The two men wasted no time getting the tethers around his wrists and ankles.  They tied him so that he was spread wide open, facing the sleeping mat.  Then they moved around him, stroking all over his skin, tracing over every bump, line, and hill of his body.  They caressed and touched until he writhed in his bonds, moaning to be mapped so thoroughly.

Their hands were calloused, rough even when they tried to be tender.  Wynhod tugged on Krijero’s nipples, sending bolts of ragged excitement straight down to his cocks.  The Nobek grinned as Krijero jerked and cried out in reaction.

Gelan reached over and gripped Krijero’s chin, turning his head to look him in the eye.  “I like everything I see, but I also want to see this Imdiko’s face.”

Wynhod’s growl put goosebumps all over Krijero’s skin.  “Definitely,” the Nobek agreed. 

Gelan went into an adjoining room that Krijero thought must be the bath facility.  He came out with a hair tie.  “I keep plenty of these for my braids,” he said. 

He stroked the Imdiko’s hair away from his face, pulling the part that always fell forward to the back of Krijero’s head and tying it off.  Feeling dreadfully exposed, Krijero ducked his face down.  Gelan cupped his chin and made him look up.  The Dramok’s sharp eyes filled his gaze.

Looking over Krijero’s features, a small smile pulled at Gelan’s lips and he nodded.  “Much better.  Don’t you own a comb or brush, Imdiko?”

“I forget to use it.”

Gelan’s stare made Krijero flinch.  “In my sleeping room or wherever I decide to enjoy you, you will have your hair pulled away so I can look at all the expressions I put on your face.  You will also keep your head back so I can see you easily unless I specify otherwise.  Understood?”

Krijero swallowed.  “Sure.”  When Gelan gave him a look stern enough to nearly freeze his blood, he quickly amended his answer.  “Yes, Dramok.”

Gelan went back to touching him all over, as Wynhod was still doing.  Both men watched Krijero’s face as they did so, making him all too aware of how bare he felt without his hair covering it.  It made him feel more vulnerable than being tied helpless and naked.

None of his discomfort kept him from being almost painfully hard.  Their explorations helped them discover every spot that he responded too; the backs of his knees, the lower curve of his spine, the jutting points of his nipples.  His cocks were nearly curved to his belly in eager abandon, and they had only received the most cursory touches so far.  His entire body felt like one continuous erogenous zone.  Excitement chased up and down his skin, making him feel electrified.

Gelan licked one of Krijero’s nipples.  The sizzling blast to his groin made the Imdiko jerk and cry out.  Gelan made a low sound in his throat in appreciation.

He told Wynhod, “I think I know exactly what I want to do with this gorgeous body.”

The Nobek answered, “Just don’t get in the way of my strap, or you might get a little taste of pain yourself.”

Gelan laughed.  “Since when is that a bad thing?”

The men stepped away, leaving Krijero standing stretched wide and waiting.  He wondered what besides the strapping would happen.  He got his answer a moment later when Gelan returned with the longest anal plug Krijero had ever seen.  The flesh-colored piece was also wider than the norm.

“Wait until you feel this,” the Dramok grinned.  He opened a bottle he’d also brought.  He squirted lube into the palm of his hand and rubbed the gel all over the plug.  Then he stepped behind Krijero and braced one hand on his shoulder.

“Open up, Imdiko.”

Krijero licked his lips and relaxed against the hard object pressing against his ass.  Gelan eased it inside nice and slow.  It seemed rather tame compared to some of the things Krijero had allowed done to his butt over the years.  Then the thick length hit his hot spot inside.

Sumptuous heat and an ecstatic charge shot up the Imdiko’s spine.  He groaned embarrassingly loud, and his cock seeped a few drops of pre-cum.  So that was why the thing was so damned long.  It had been made to rub the prostate, just as it did now.  Krijero shuddered, and it moved inside him with just that small jerking.  Another surge of electricity.  Krijero panted for breath and tried to hold still.

Gelan’s voice filled with dark amusement.  “Perfect.  Now a couple other things.”

He showed Krijero a thick, rubbery-looking black circlet.  The Imdiko’s heart sank at the sight.

Gelan chuckled.  “Not looking very happy, I see.  Someone doesn’t like cockrings, Wynhod.”

“Poor fellow.  I’ll keep that in mind for future torment.”

The Dramok peered at Krijero, the merriment chased away by a stern, commanding expression that told the Imdiko he would receive no mercy.  “You are giving this body to us to use as we see fit, aren’t you?” Gelan asked.

Krijero drew a deep breath.  He was already close to coming with that plug sitting right on his trigger spot.  Wynhod’s strapping would only make him more eager for release.  He hated having a cockring choking his pleasure off, but if he was to last more than a few minutes, it was a necessary evil. 

He acquiesced with a slight nod.  “Yes, Dramok.  My body belongs to you for your pleasure tonight.”

“Good.”

Krijero had lubricated so profusely that Gelan had no trouble slipping the ring onto him all the way up to the base of his primary cock.  The grip of it was tight and uncompromising.  He would not be able to ejaculate until Gelan and Wynhod allowed it.

A warm hand stroked over his buttocks.  Krijero jerked in surprise, his ass clenching tight.  That ground the anal plug against his hot spot.  The Imdiko moaned throatily and pulled hard against the tethers on his wrists.  The bonds held tight.  He moaned again to feel how helpless he was against the two men.

By the ancestors, why had he agreed to this?

He could hear the smile in Wynhod’s voice.  “There will be a lot more of those sounds of pleasure before the night is done.”

“Louder too.”  Gelan showed Krijero what looked like a soft pouch.  “Have you ever had someone use one of these on you before?”

The Imdiko blinked at it.  It opened at one end, about big enough to slip a bottle of kloq in.  Its tan skin was thick, and there were ridges inside it.  “No, Dramok.”

Gelan’s gaze cut to Wynhod, who continued to stroke Krijero’s ass.  “This is going to be fun.”

He slipped it over Krijero’s main cock.  The Imdiko frowned.  A sleeve for his dick?  It was a bit loose.  If his prick hadn’t been standing nearly straight up at attention, the sleeve would fall off.

Gelan showed him a small control box no bigger than a com unit.  “Remote controlled.  Let’s tighten that right up.”

The sleeve’s circumference drew in on itself until it enclosed the Imdiko’s cock in a soft, snug grip.  The pressure felt good, making him throb.  Krijero shivered hard, and the anal plug dug into his prostate.  Thick excitement jolted through his secondary cock and tried to push its way into the other.  He groaned.  Damn, he couldn’t move without that thing sending pleasure through his loins.  It tortured him.

Gelan’s expression grew more evil and delighted with every passing second.  “Shivering?  We can’t have that.  Maybe you’d like a little extra warmth too.”

The sleeve heated, making Krijero’s sexual flesh toasty and more aroused than ever.  His head fell back and he sobbed a breathless cry to the ceiling overhead.  His secondary cock was thick with excitement and trying to shove a fountain of cum up into its larger companion.  The cockring held eruption at bay, however, making the Imdiko’s gut feel heavy and full.

“Now for the friction.”

The fucking thing on his dick moved.  The inside of the sleeve slid up and down on Krijero’s cock, working him slow and steady.  It felt like a tight, strong hand stroking him, trying to make him come.  Sensation roiled, trying to coax his seed out, and his entire lower half convulsed with agonized need.  The cockring held him tight however, refusing to let Krijero erupt the hot, molten stream fighting to get free. 

The Imdiko very nearly screamed.  He jerked, his hips shoving forward instinctively.  The plug up his ass grated hard against his cum spot.  Shattering orgasm filled his loins, crashing brutally against the base of his cock where the ring kept it trapped.

Krijero did scream then.  He twisted violently against the tethers holding him prisoner as vicious want drummed insistently to be set free.  He had nowhere to go.  No way to get loose.  No way to come.

Gelan got up on the sleeping mat and kneeled right in front of Krijero.  His gaze riveted on the Imdiko’s face, watching the bound man react to the insane pleasuring and torture he had wrought.  Krijero tried to sob a plea to the Dramok, but he couldn’t find the ability to form words.  He was out of his mind with arousal.

The Imdiko felt so crazed with erotic need that he at first failed to note the sensation of something gently stroking over his back, ass, thighs, belly, and chest.  It whispered compared to the deafening clamor of the other things happening to him.

Panting, making noises that sounded suspiciously like whimpers, Krijero finally detected the barely-there touch.  He looked to see what was happening to him now.

Wynhod looked at him over his shoulder as he dragged a looped leather strap over Krijero’s skin.  The Imdiko went very still despite his rioting senses.  He’d completely forgotten Wynhod’s intention to beat his ass.

“No,” he moaned, remembering in his desperation how to beg for mercy.  “I can’t, no more, I really, really can’t—”

“Hush,” the Nobek said, his tone almost gentle.  “I’ve been looking forward to this for months.  Are you really going to let me get you in this position and then try to convince me to stop?”

Gelan weighed in.  “You did tell us your body was ours for the night.”

Krijero made a strangled noise deep in his throat.  The strap ran down his abdomen to caress his cocks.  They jerked as climax swelled in his groin only to be washed back unrealized.  He yanked desperately at the straps around his wrists.

“Easy.  Don’t hurt yourself.  That’s my job.”  Wynhod chuckled and drew back.

The first strike on Krijero’s ass was almost tender, barely stinging his buttocks.  The Imdiko, keyed up to the breaking point, jerked anyway.  The action once more made the butt plug jab deep, sending ripples of harsh elation through his body.  He opened his mouth wide to howl.

Gelan pushed something into Krijero’s mouth.  The Imdiko abruptly found himself unable to close his jaw.  Gelan had placed a mouth jack over his teeth, made to keep him from biting down.  The stiff mold held his mouth wide open.  A plate covered his palate, rendering his fangs incapable of unhinging.