Clan and Crown (3 page)

In a low, threatening tone, Egilka told
him, “You have no idea what I’m capable of, my prince.”

No, he didn’t. Clajak had long wanted
to find out – but not like this.

Egilka laid the switch across Clajak’s
belly. Its presence there would remind the Dramok of how he would
soon writhe under its bite. Egilka went back to the walls, looking
and selecting items, keeping them hidden from Clajak’s
sight.

Clajak didn’t want to squirm when
Egilka came back to the mat. He managed to keep still – barely. The
prince kept his expression as bland as possible as Egilka sat down
next to him.

Egilka looked over his naked, prone
body again. The Imdiko’s eyes smoldered, and the hard planes of his
face softened as desire announced itself on his expression.
Clajak’s heart sped up to see the bald want on Egilka’s face. How
many of his fantasies of Egilka had included him looking at Clajak
that very way? Too many to count. Now that it had finally happened,
Clajak was in no position to capitalize on it.

You sneaky bastard. You’re
supposed to be on your knees before me, looking up at me like that.
Eager to please me and be pleasured in return ... not eager to make
me pay.

Egilka stared at Clajak’s cocks.
Egilka’s hurt feelings, Clajak’s parents’ disappointment, and the
coming punishment had done nothing to diminish their hard demand.
Long, thick, and glistening with arousal fluids, they jerked to be
regarded by the Imdiko. A pearly drop formed on the larger one.
Clajak bit back a groan at their persistent ache.

Egilka groaned for him. “Ancestors help
me.” He drew a deep breath, as if to gather his strength. With a
more determined air, he said, “Let’s start with this.”

The Imdiko bent forward, his lips
parting. Clajak cried out, scarcely believing his good fortune.
Warm breath enfolded his primary cock an instant before Egilka’s
mouth closed over the sensitive tip. Egilka kept driving down,
swallowing half its length before coming to a halt.

Clajak shouted as his groin blazed to
lust-filled life. His hips bucked forward, shoving more of his
eager prick into the Imdiko’s mouth. Egilka made a coughing sound
and backed off. Clajak’s loins throbbed with the loss of that sweet
mouth on him.

He masked his disappointment with a
jibe. “Am I more than you can take? My Imdiko, I thought you would
have enough experience to handle a youngling like me.”

Egilka’s face colored. He gave Clajak a
reproachful look. “Some of us don’t spend day and night fucking
everything that doesn’t run away. I work for a living.”

Clajak’s thoughts were torn between
surprise that the other man might not be as experienced as he’d
thought and the insulting hint that Egilka thought he did nothing
but screw.

“Hey, I have plenty on my plate too. My
duties get done and I – ohohohohohOH!”

Egilka had bent over his demanding cock
once more, taking its slick length with determination. Clajak’s
eyes bulged as he felt the tip bump the back of the Imdiko’s
throat. Egilka swallowed, accepting the prince’s full
measure.

Clajak stared at him, feeling the
softness of the Imdiko’s mustache brush his groin, seeing that
arresting face intent as he slowly released his burning cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the Dramok gasped as Egilka’s raspy tongue
rubbed the sensitive underside of his prick. “Oh you beautiful,
wonderful, fucking Imdiko.”

Egilka let him go with a smile that was
pleased. “You liked that, huh? I’m a little out of practice
perhaps, but I remember a thing or two.”

“Out of practice? Egilka, I could spend
an entire night fucking your sweet, warm mouth. I’m beyond sorry I
haven’t clanned you yet. Swallow me again.”

Instead, the grinning man sat up,
taking his delicious lips and tongue away from Clajak’s raging
dick. The prince’s hips strained up in desperate demand.

Egilka wrapped his hand around Clajak’s
primary member, his grip tight. Clajak moaned in want, pushing hard
into the firm circle of palm and fingers. Then he saw what was in
the Imdiko’s other hand. He tried to wrench free, but his ass would
shove only so far into the mat beneath him.

“Oh please no,” Clajak begged as Egilka
inserted his needy cock into the tight black circle of the ring.
The Imdiko ignored him as he snugged it tight to the base of his
stave. The cockring constricted Clajak, keeping him hard and ready
... and unable to ejaculate.

Clajak wailed in irritation. “You
bastard! A cockring is worse than being switched.”

Egilka’s chuckle filled with evil.
“That’s only the start of your troubles, my prince.”

He next held up a sizeable dildo.
Clajak hissed to see the way it curved near the tip, with a raised
ridge. It had been made to rub a man’s prostate, guaranteeing extra
excitement. It would be a luscious, poisonous hell for someone who
couldn’t climax.

Clajak jerked on his bonds again as
Egilka lubed the awful thing up. “The ring is already a nasty
punishment. Plus the switch. You’re going too far, you sadist.
Can’t we talk about this?”

“No.” Egilka lowered the dripping dildo
down, bringing it between Clajak’s spread thighs, beneath his
secondary cock. The tip nudged his asshole. “I take it you’ve kept
this stretched during your little escape here? Poor you if you
haven’t.”

As a matter of fact, Clajak had. He
enjoyed anal play, giving and receiving. But only if he was on top.
Only if he was in charge.

The dildo, tapered just like a
Kalquorian cock, slipped inside Clajak’s ass. Sensual heat blazed
in his secondary dick, filling it full and slipping towards the
larger primary. The cockring let in the molten pleasure. It would
not let it back out, however. Clajak groaned as he felt need swell
thick inside the cock.

“That’s it,” Egilka whispered, his lips
wet as he stuffed Clajak’s ass full of exciting girth. “Take it, my
beautiful prince.”

Clajak’s passage opened to the
insistent length, welcoming the implacable intrusion. He shouted
when the curved ridge slid against his interior hotspot, setting
off a heavy thunderclap of ecstasy. His back bowed as insistent
fire burned its way into his pricks.

Egilka moaned as if it was he being
tormented. He bent down to bestow an open-mouthed kiss to Clajak’s
livid shafts. The sensation of that raw silk tongue on him made the
Dramok cry out again.

The prince watched with lust-blurred
eyes as Egilka stood up. The Imdiko’s hand went to the resealable
seam at his pants’ crotch. It already showed signs of parting under
the strain of his erections. Egilka finished the job, opening the
seam to let his cocks tumble out.

Clajak’s mouth, gaping as he panted,
opened wider as if to invite those lovely cocks in. “Give me a
taste,” he growled.

He didn’t miss how his intended’s flesh
jerked at the command. Egilka’s pricks swelled as he watched,
drifting upward towards his belly as he grew more
excited.

His answering snarl was worthy of an
angry Nobek. “You don’t get to command this time. I’m in
charge.”

Clajak fixed him with a devilish grin,
as if his pricks weren’t screaming for release. “A taste, Imdiko.
Let me put my mouth on those gorgeous cocks. Let me warm you that
way. Let me lick you from tip to base and back again. Let me suck
you until you come screaming in my mouth. Let me have what I’ve
wanted for years.”

Egilka shuddered. For an instant he
looked at Clajak with such desire that the Dramok thought he would
give in. “You never said anything before about wanting
me.”

“You never looked at me the way you are
now.” Clajak licked his lips slowly, deliberately. Egilka’s
upslanted eyes widened. “Come here. Come to me and let me show you
how much I’ve wanted you all this time.”

Egilka took a step, as if to obey the
command. His leg bumped the switch still waiting on Clajak’s
abdomen. He looked at it and blinked. He made a strangled noise
deep in his throat before setting his shoulders back. He came back
to himself with reluctance.

Damn it, Clajak thought. He’d nearly
had the man.

Egilka’s expression set back into
familiar lines of determination. It was an obvious struggle for him
to do so. He’d wanted to give in, to accept Clajak’s control and
pursue their mutual desires. As always, Egilka obeyed duty over
passion.

He gave Clajak a severe look. “Not this
time, Clajak. You will accept discipline for running off to play
when you should have been serving honor.”

“Are you going to enjoy this, Egilka?
Beating me? Making me howl?” Clajak couldn’t give up the fight even
knowing he’d lost it.

“Does it matter?” Egilka picked up the
switch and made it whistle in the air with the flick of his wrist.
Clajak winced in anticipation of how it would feel on his
flesh.

He recovered and gave the Imdiko a
saucy smile. “Pleasure always matters. It makes all that duty of
yours worth something.”

Egilka looked at him with bemusement.
“How do you mean?”

Clajak had to laugh despite how much
his pricks ached for the man. “The slow, deadly grind of doing what
we must highlights our joy when we get to play. I always bring work
along on these little jaunts, you know. It makes me thrill to the
bliss even more later.”

Egilka snorted. “What work have you
done since escaping to Dantovon this time?”

“I met with some Grynaryt merchants to
discuss their new programming technology. Our military now has
exclusive rights to the computer interfaces they’ve come up with
for space vessels.”

The Imdiko’s jaw dropped
satisfyingly at that news.
“Exclusive?”

Clajak grinned. “Years ahead of
anything we’ve seen of even Bi’is technology. Still want to give me
that beating?”

Egilka wavered. “But you didn’t run out
on me because you were planning to negotiate such a
deal.”

Clajak’s pleasure with himself faded.
Yes, it had been a coup to buy exclusive rights to the new Grynaryt
systems that would give the Empire an edge over its enemies. But it
had only been a happy coincidence that he’d run into the merchants
in his search for a good excuse to be on Dantovon.

He couldn’t lie to Egilka. Not on the
eve of their clanship. Not looking into the other man’s
eyes.

“No,” he admitted. “I didn’t come here
to negotiate and buy technology. I came to put off the clanning
ceremony.”

Egilka’s brows drew together. “You
don’t want to clan with me. That’s what this is all
about.”

Clajak shook his head. “I just wanted
to delay it. I have my reasons for that, but none of them have to
do with you being a poor choice for my Imdiko. You have to believe
me on that.”

Egilka did not believe him. Clajak
could see the hurt in his eyes.

He tensed as the Imdiko raised the
switch. Clajak knew any hope of mercy had fled with his
admission.

Egilka shocked him by peppering his
belly and chest with the lightest of flicks. For the first couple
of seconds, Clajak didn’t react except with surprise. Sure, there
was a tiny sting with each blow, but nothing to make him yell or
even flinch. Not at the beginning.

“You could use some instruction,”
Clajak said, knowing he should keep his mouth shut but unable to.
“Trade places with me and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“The impatience of youth,” was Egilka’s
mild reply. He kept up the light switching, the tool hissing up and
down Clajak’s torso.

After a few seconds, the switch had a
cumulative effect. The stings became darts of pain like insect
bites. The motes of warmth grew hot. Then the smarts throbbed and
became fiery. Real hurt came into play.

Clajak gasped and jerked, trying to
save his burning skin. Doing so shifted the dildo in his ass. It
rubbed against his hot spot, sending a cascade of pleasure to his
dicks. All at once, Clajak remembered the constricting ring keeping
him from realizing climax.

“Shit! You devious bastard!”

Egilka chuckled, his smile heartless.
And kept switching.

Now that the pain had started, Clajak
couldn’t help but flinch with each strike. Every movement ground
the dildo in his ass against the most sensitive part, shooting
pleasure straight to his groin. His cocks throbbed violently, the
smaller one pouring molten desire into the larger one, and the
larger one unable to spend that eagerness.

At first the Dramok cursed Egilka,
calling him every foul name he could think of. Then he pleaded with
the Imdiko, entreating him with promises. None of it mattered.
Egilka kept switching him until the inferno of the strikes faded
from pain to feed into excruciating bliss. In turn, the bliss
turned into agony, the dildo rubbing vicious thrills into Clajak’s
already painful dicks.

Meanwhile, the bastard’s cocks bobbed
up and down, signaling Egilka enjoyed punishing Clajak all too
much.

The prince screamed, his torment beyond
words. He didn’t know that he’d ever needed to come so bad. He was
convinced his pricks would explode.