Clan and Crown (34 page)

Bevau pulled him before the two
trainees. His demeanor again became forbidding, though it was a
quieter anger this time. “This is Crown Prince Egilka. Well, what
are you waiting for? He outranks me, so get with the proper respect
before I break your backs!”

The two trainees, young Nobeks who
looked as likely to rip Egilka’s throat out as protect him, quickly
bowed.

“That’s better,” Bevau snarled. He
moved to his desk and started to clear off his computer, com, and
assorted work. “He is going to help me teach you the importance of
a gentle touch, particularly when you are under stress. And
especially when you are setting hair-trigger explosives. It will be
the first part of your punishment for daring to draw breath when
you don’t have the brain matter for it.” The high commander
finished cleaning off his desk. He returned to Egilka and once more
his tone gentled. “My prince, are you ready?”

Egilka looked at him uncertainly. “I
suppose. What would you have me do?”

Bevau’s hands tugged at the Imdiko’s
collar. The seam parted open, displaying Egilka’s chest. “First I
need you to disrobe for the lesson.”

Egilka was too stunned to react until
the Nobek had removed his shirt. As the room’s cool air brought a
chill to his bared skin, he took a step away from Bevau. “What do
you mean, disrobe? Bevau, what are you doing?”

“Making you naked, my prince. You must
be nude and lying on my desk for the instruction.” He came close to
whisper in Egilka’s ear. “They will only be allowed to use hands
and mouths on you, under my explicit directions.”

Egilka’s mouth dropped wide open.
“Hands and mouths – you mean for them to touch me
sexually?”

Bevau dropped a light kiss on his lips.
“They aren’t so unattractive for imbeciles. You might enjoy them
with me in charge of what they’re doing.” His grin came back, sly
and devastatingly beautiful. “Being able to touch such a delicious
Imdiko without release is a brutal consequence for Nobeks their
age. I couldn’t ask for a better teaching method of self-control or
more vicious punishment for the idiocy they displayed
today.”

He gave Egilka a light push to set him
against his desk. “Sit up there, my lovely prince. I need to get
your shoes off.”

Taken aback and unable to wrap his mind
around what was happening, Egilka didn’t resist when Bevau lifted
him up so he sat on the edge of the desk. As the high commander
tugged on his shoes, the prince looked at the trainees.

They weren’t nearly the perfect
embodiment of manhood that Bevau represented ... but then, no one
was. They stared back at Egilka, the looks on their faces bald
want. The crotches of their formsuits tented, showing blatant
desire.

They were young, perhaps not even
clanning age. Feral too, with expressions dark and primitive.
Scary. Exciting. The danger they posed if Bevau couldn’t control
them was as terrifying as it was arousing.

Bevau pulled Egilka’s crotch seam open.
The Imdiko felt a whisper of panic race through him, making his
body weak. Staring at those violent faces only a few feet away, he
whispered to the officer, “Just touching? No fucking,
right?”

Bevau wore his own feral expression of
lust as he peeled the Imdiko’s pants off. “Well, I’d like to fuck
you when the lesson is over. But they don’t get that privilege. No,
your gorgeous ass is all mine, lovely man.”

He grabbed the back of Egilka’s neck
and pulled him in for a searing kiss. All inhibitions burned away
as the Nobek’s tongue swirled within his mouth. Egilka groaned at
the heat pouring down his throat and then groaned again as Bevau’s
hand wrapped around his primary cock. The tight grip pumped him,
making desire slam hard in the pit of his belly. The fact that two
horny young Nobeks watched as Bevau pleasured his naked body
aroused him even more, though Egilka had seldom liked his sexual
encounters to be public.

Something about being Bevau’s
instrument of punishment excited him, however. Plus the fact that
the damned man was too luscious to be denied anything. Egilka’s
hands roamed over the formsuited perfection that was Bevau, feeling
every superb ripple beneath the unarmored fabric.

Bevau pushed against him, forcing
Egilka on his back. The Imdiko went easily, losing himself in being
beneath the weight of the Nobek. His hips bucked, feeding his
aching cock into the other man’s firm grip. He slid back and forth
easily, his slick sex driving through the constricting
fist.

Egilka whimpered a protest when Bevau
broke the kiss and stood up straight. The Nobek looked down on him,
his chest heaving as he pumped his shaft.

“Now isn’t this a beautiful sight? You
two idiots had better enjoy this, because slime like you won’t get
this close to an Imdiko for the rest of your lives. You’re too
damned pathetic to ever attract clanmates.”

Bevau cast the pair of recruits a
withering glare. Egilka’s blurred gaze followed his. The chastised
soldiers were aroused, their tight shorts fit to burst with dual
erections. One Nobek’s upper lip wrinkled back, showing
fangs.

Bevau let go of Egilka and stormed over
to the soldier. He backhanded the man so hard that the recruit fell
on his ass, arms flailing.

“Put those fucking teeth away before I
break them off!” Bevau raged. “How dare you put on such a display!
This is an Imdiko, not one of your fuck buddies you battle for
dominance.”

He turned to the other soldier. The man
shook with repressed desire, but the recruit had his other
instincts under control. Bevau nodded in grudging approval. “You
may stroke the prince’s chest and stomach. Those places only.
Lightly, with care. Get heavy handed, and I won’t just break your
fingers, I’ll pull them right the fuck off.”

“Yes, High Commander!” The trainee
marched smartly to Egilka, the glowering Bevau on his heels. The
young man extended his hand towards Egilka’s torso. Tension sang in
his body. His tongue peeked out from between his lips as his
fingers reached towards the Imdiko’s chest.

A barely-there brush of fingertips
traced down the middle of Egilka’s chest and trailed to his
stomach, ending at his navel. The prince shivered at the
tantalizing whisper of contact, at the burning need in the trainee
and Bevau’s eyes.

A smile pulled at the corner of Bevau’s
mouth. His deep voice hinted at approval as he told his recruit,
“You see? Anyone can be forceful, tear shit to pieces, and blow up
half the damned planet. But a true warrior knows when to be
careful. A true warrior knows how to slip up on his prey and take
him down before he even knows it’s happening.”

Though his eyes never left Egilka laid
out like an offering on the desk, the soldier cocked his head in
rapt attention to Bevau’s words. His fingers continued their slow,
careful explorations, touching Egilka more delightfully with each
passing second. The feeling of him circling his rigid nipples
brought chill bumps all over the Imdiko’s body. He trembled as hard
as the trainee.

The young Nobek continued to take in
Bevau’s teaching as he mapped Egilka’s body with his fingers.
“There. That’s right. Be easy with him. Take your time. He is
surrendering, not because you force him but because he wants to.”
Bevau nodded as his student tried swirling patterns on Egilka’s
lower stomach, coming close to the erect cock shivering a bare inch
away. “Very good. You may touch his cocks now.”

As that feathery-sweet touch traveled
from the base of Egilka’s staffs to their tips, Bevau turned to the
second trainee. The man had regained his feet and again stood at
attention, not daring to move without permission.

Bevau growled before saying, “You.
Asshole. You start where this other one did. Explore the prince
like you would the boundary around your enemy’s camp. Note the
details. See what makes him weak to your power.”

While Egilka wasn’t sure being likened
to an enemy base was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard, he
appreciated being the focus of attention. The trainees performed
Bevau’s orders with rapt attention, playing with Egilka’s body
under the commander’s direction. Their touches continued to be
light, teasing the Imdiko until he was desperate for stronger
strokes. He writhed beneath those drifting fingers. Only the dark,
dangerous faces of the men standing around him kept him from trying
to force them to do more.

Soon even those feral expressions
couldn’t frighten Egilka into submission. His body demanded they
handle him with greater demand. He grabbed the wrist of the soldier
fondling his genitals. “Harder,” he groaned.

“Freeze,” Bevau ordered the trainee. As
the younger Nobek obeyed, Bevau grabbed Egilka’s wrists and moved
so that he stood at the prince’s head. He pinned the Imdiko’s arms
against the desk with one iron hand while the other cupped his
chin. The commander’s face hovered over Egilka’s.

“Just relax, my prince. Relax and let
these boys learn their lesson. You will get all the pleasure you
could ask for.”

“Please, Bevau,” Egilka said. His skin
felt ready to crawl right off from the tentative
caresses.

“Easy. I have you.” Bevau’s eyes,
nearly black from his spread pupils, flicked up to look at this
men. “Mouths now, idiots. Give him gentle, sweet Matara kisses all
over. See what he likes and where he likes it. His pleasure is your
only objective.”

With Bevau holding his chin, Egilka
couldn’t bend his head to look down and see what the two soldiers
did to his body. He felt it, however.

Long, scratchy tongues and soft lips
slid over his chest and belly. Egilka’s legs shot straight out as
electric tingles lit over the wet trails the Nobeks left behind.
Lust surged bright in his cocks, making them pulse in fierce want.
He kicked.

“Hold his thighs down, but remember to
not hurt him. His well-being is in your hands, and you will make
that your priority.” Bevau’s voice was equal parts threat and
encouragement.

Fresh excitement exploded as a hot
mouth closed over Egilka’s nipple and sucked it. He jerked in his
captors’ hands, relishing every moment of his entrapment. Adding to
the thrill was the sight of Bevau’s extraordinary face filling his
vision. The Nobek’s ferocity seemed to grow by the second, as if
watching his men pleasuring Egilka brought him closer to
violence.

“Please,” the Imdiko moaned. His cocks
felt full to bursting. “Please.”

As if in answer, a warm welcoming mouth
enveloped his secondary cock. Egilka’s ass jumped, bouncing against
the hard surface of the desk. “Yes, oh ancestors, yes,
more!”

Suction pulled hard on the smaller
shaft, and Egilka felt himself swallowed. The sensitive tip of his
cock moved past a raspy tongue to be surrounded by the soft
constriction of a throat. His mouth opened wide in a yell as molten
lava slid up the prick’s length.

The rough velvet of another tongue slid
over his primary shaft’s tip. A jolt ran the span of his larger
prick, urging the building climax closer. Egilka’s entire being
centered on the panting mouths on him, licking, kissing, and
bobbing over his avid flesh. Growling moans joined his
cries.

Bevau straightened, releasing Egilka’s
chin but not his arms. The Nobek glared with what seemed to be rage
at the soldiers. “That’s enough for you two. Get off
him.”

The trainees released Egilka at once,
stepping back. They tried to stand at attention, but only succeeded
partly. They were bent over their visibly jerking erections, their
faces masks of pain.

Bevau snarled, “Go run the trails until
you’re soft again or pass out from exhaustion. Report to Discipline
tomorrow morning first thing for twenty lashes each.”

In strained voices, the two Nobeks
answered, “Yes, High Commander.” They rushed out of his office in
crouches, as if suffering from horrendous stomach
cramps.

Feeling his own great distress, Egilka
experienced a stab of pity for the men. It seemed unspeakably cruel
to excite them, not allow them release, and have them beaten on top
of it all. He gave Bevau a supplicating look.

The Nobek guessed at his sympathy.
“Trust me when it comes to disciplining my men, Egilka. They’ve
gotten through the worst of it already. The lashes will be nothing
compared to this.”

“I guess you’d know better than I,” the
prince said, hearing the uncertainty in his own voice.

“It has been a good lesson. Next time
they rush a job and act clumsily, they’ll remember what they
learned here. Thank you for your help.”

Despite his words, Bevau didn’t seem
pleased. Yet the look of incipient anger faded as he looked Egilka
over. The heat in his eyes turned to lust. The Imdiko’s cocks
throbbed with excitement, and he forgot about the two
soldiers.

There was only this stunning Nobek, his
face bald with passion. The high commander drew a breath between
clenched teeth. “Oh you are a beautiful sight, Egilka.”

In a blur of motion, Bevau disappeared
from over Egilka’s head and reappeared at the other end of the
desk, between his knees. He yanked the Imdiko so that his ass lay
at the edge of the desk. Bevau lifted his ankles to his shoulders
and opened the crotch of his pants. The Nobek’s ready cocks burst
into view like twin battering rams, shining and pulsing with
arousal.