Clan and Crown (39 page)

Bevau smiled against his leg. If he had
his way, Clajak would soon wish he had the ability to
resist.

As soon as he was reassured Clajak
would not escape any of the coming fun, Bevau released him. He rose
up, his fangs folding back to the roof of his mouth as he regarded
the prince splayed helpless beneath him, awaiting his
pleasure.

Seeing Clajak that way, vulnerable to
his fate, made something kick hard in the pit of Bevau’s gut. He
leered.

“My turn, you devious Dramok. Don’t
think for one second that you won’t pay for putting me on the
bottom.”

“Promise?” Clajak snickered for a bare
second before the look on Bevau’s face wiped the humor
away.

“You have my solemn vow.”

Bevau enjoyed the flash of concern that
came from Clajak’s eyes. It didn’t matter. The prince could worry
all he wanted, and it wouldn’t make any difference. He belonged to
Bevau now ... and the high commander was not known for mercy when
it came to punishing others.

Deciding it would be best to start by
giving Clajak time to stew over what might be in store for him,
Bevau lay once again on the sleeping mat. He made himself
comfortable, snuggling into the pillows and linens that smelled so
divinely of Clajak and Egilka.

Relishing the situation, Bevau said,
“Before I punish you, I’ll give you the pleasure of sucking my
cocks. Let’s have that royal mouth, my prince. Make sure my
pleasure is your only consideration.”

Clajak was on all fours in an instant,
though his arms and legs still trembled from the aftermath of
orgasm. He crawled to Bevau, settling between the Nobek’s legs. In
another second, his head bobbed up and down over Bevau’s groin,
fellating first one cock and then the next, moving between the two
with the enthusiasm that had been demanded.

Bevau sighed, taking delight in the
warm, wet mouth that enveloped each cock in turn. He raked his
fingers through the silvery-steel strands of Clajak’s hair, pulling
the waves back from the Dramok’s face so he could watch his shafts
disappearing between the pillowy lips of his captive. Clajak rolled
his eyes up to peer at Bevau. The intense look was probably a
glare. He hated not being in control

It made Bevau’s ability to command him
that much sweeter to the Nobek. He loved being in charge of Clajak.
Thinking of all the ways he could capitalize on it made his smile
grow bigger.

“What a nice mouth you have for cock
sucking, handsome boy. That’s it, get down on those pricks. I want
to feel your throat around them. Suck in deep. That’s it. That’s
right.”

Clajak might not have liked being
ordered around, but he was a master at fellatio. He swallowed Bevau
easily, not gagging despite the lengths he took in. The sensation
made Bevau’s head swim. He thought of shooting his load straight
down the prince’s throat, of feeling Clajak working around his
staff to swallow it.

It was a little too good, bringing
Bevau close to climax yet again. Bevau pushed Clajak’s face off his
groin with regret. “Enough. Get off me.”

Clajak released him, sitting back on
his heels. Bevau thought he detected the hint of a smile on the
Dramok’s face. He knew he’d nearly had Bevau. The sneaky bastard
had damned near claimed control after all.

Bevau snorted. The game wasn’t over
yet, not by far. He moved so that he sat on the edge of the
sleeping mat, his feet on the floor.

Giving Clajak a fierce glare, Bevau
said, “I’m going to use you to practice for Egilka’s punishment.
You’re not the only one who is getting a dose of discipline for
today’s trickery. Fetch me a clean dildo to shove in your ass, boy.
A vibrating one, and don’t tell me you don’t have one or you’ll be
sorry.”

Clajak got up and padded to the wall.
In between each of the full-length mirrors were grand midnight blue
drapes. Bevau knew from experience that there were closets,
drawers, and other things hidden behind the magnificent fabrics.
Clajak swept aside one curtain to rummage in a drawer where sex
toys were stored.

He returned with a smallish vibrator.
Bevau snorted, knowing full well Clajak had avoided some more
sizeable options. Clajak gave him an innocent look.

“Don’t even try using that guiltless
expression,” Bevau warned him. “The more blameless you look, the
more I know you’re playing games.”

Clajak gave him a smile and a shrug.
“You know what you’re getting when it comes to me.”

“No shit. Turn around and bend
over.”

Clajak did so, pivoting as smartly as
any recruit Bevau had ever had. He shoved his fine, sculpted ass at
Bevau.

The Nobek located the lube and doused
the dildo. “You just can’t quit even knowing the trouble it’s going
to get you into.”

Clajak peeked over his shoulder, his
look adorably impish. “One of my bigger failings, I’m afraid. I’m
sure you’ll make me regret it.”

“Absolutely.”

Bevau used one hand to spread Clajak’s
sculpted cheeks. He inserted the vibrator into the Dramok’s ass,
enjoying watching it disappear into the man and thinking how good
it would feel when his cock replaced the toy. Considering the
circumference of the dildo, Clajak would be nice and tight when he
took Bevau’s prick. Now there was a lovely thought.

The Nobek fucked Clajak with the
vibrator, stroking it in and out of him. As he did so, he reached
around the prince’s waist to circle his fingers around Clajak’s
primary cock.

Clajak not only straightened, but he
came up on his toes as well with a hiss. He hadn’t gone soft
yet.

“Bend back over and stay still,” Bevau
ordered.

Clajak made a strangled sound. His body
obeyed, though he shuddered all over.

Bevau lightly stroked the other man’s
cock, knowing the torment that his touch gave Clajak. “Yes, I
remember how very sensitive you are right after climax. It drives
you crazy to have your prick played with for several minutes after
you’ve shot off. What did you tell me it felt like? Oh, that’s
right – pleasure so excruciating that it’s more like
pain.”

“Please, Bevau.” Clajak’s voice pitched
high with desperation.

“No, you won’t speak, not even to beg
for mercy. You’ll stand there and take your reprimand. You have no
choice.”

Clajak’s teasing and games were nowhere
to be found now. He panted and moaned, his body quaking as Bevau
continued to rub his shaft and fuck him with the dildo. The
Dramok’s body shone with perspiration. Egilka was sensitive like
this too, as many men were. Bevau thought the Imdiko would benefit
from the same punishment. Both he and Clajak might think twice
before trying to bend Bevau to their will in the future.

Bevau enjoyed the music of Clajak’s
groans for a few minutes. He played with the tone and volume of the
prince’s cries by tightening and loosening his grip on him and how
fast he masturbated and fucked him with the dildo. Mastering Clajak
was a heady thrill, one Bevau was not in any hurry to give
up.

Looking forward to the next phase of
discipline, Bevau fully inserted the dildo in Clajak’s ass, leaving
just the end with its controls peeking out from between the
prince’s cheeks. He gave the mounds a few slaps, loving the sound
of flesh cracking against flesh.

“All right, lay yourself over my legs
for a spanking, boy.”

Clajak spun around, his fangs bared.
However, he draped his body over Bevau’s thighs, his hip nudging
against the Nobek’s erections. He didn’t like this one bit, but he
couldn’t keep from doing as he was told. Bevau chuckled.

The soldier looked at the gorgeous
royal ass awaiting its chastisement. It was so finely formed that
his fingers itched to wear it out. It was even more enticing with
that dildo peeking out from it.

He caressed the delectable curve and
smirked when Clajak jumped. Not trying to contain the glee in his
tone, he told the Dramok, “Oh, you should be nervous. I love
spanking naughty boys. You’re naughtier than most, my prince. I
think you’re overdue for discipline.”

Was that a snarl he heard? No doubt
Clajak objected to the term ‘boy’ every bit as much as the coming
penalty. Bevau had thought he might. Of all punishments to use,
turning a man’s pride against himself was one of the
best.

However, dealing out a corporeal
punishment felt so much better to Bevau than playing mind games. He
gave himself over to the thrill of what was about to
happen.

* * * *

Clajak didn’t know which was worse:
having to give himself over to Bevau’s domination or the fact that
doing so was so damned exciting. His controlling nature hated this
as much as his libido adored the exquisite torment the Nobek saw
fit to deal to him.

That Clajak was excited was evident
from his throbbing cocks. It didn’t matter that he’d climaxed quite
satisfactorily minutes ago. They were gearing up for another round
of passion, hard and eager from the fullness of his ass and the
horrible-wonderful play Bevau had subjected the primary
to.

Clajak winced even as his pricks
jerked, remembering the sensation of skin wanting to crawl right
off the larger one as Bevau tugged on it. He’d just barely kept
from screaming under the magnificent agony. Had he been able to
speak, Clajak would have cursed himself for not being able to shut
the fuck up when he knew better than to goad Bevau.

He’d paid dearly for mocking the Nobek.
With the high commander set to wear his ass out, he’d pay even
more. At the thought, another surge of lust washed through Clajak.
Bevau had his every reaction confused and twisted. Clajak didn’t
know whether to laugh or cry at the predicament.

The dildo moved in his ass, nudged
lightly from behind. An instant later it switched on. It hummed
insistently at Clajak’s prostate. A yell tore from his throat as
rapture lit up his loins.

Then a swift strike, a heavy smacking
sound, a blaze of fire on one ass cheek. Another lit the opposite
buttock. Pain flamed to life. Bevau was spanking him as he’d said
he would, spanking him like a wayward youngling who still played
pirates. Clajak felt shame combine uneasily with
arousal.

The rhythm of Bevau’s
strikes seemed to speak, forming chastising words as he punished
him.
Naught-y boy. Naught-y
boy
, the smacks chanted against Clajak’s
bare rear. His ass roasted with heat. He couldn’t help but squirm
as the spanking went on, dancing beneath Bevau’s heavy descending
palm.

Meanwhile, the vibrator remained cozy
with his cumspot, droning its accompaniment to the percussive
whacks. Clajak felt its constant shudder through his stomach, but
most especially in his cocks. They pulsated with the combined
quivers that came from the tattoo on his ass and rapid throb deep
within it.

By the time Bevau finished the
spanking, Clajak’s larger cock was dripping excitement to the
fur-covered floor. His rear burned with pain as his pricks jerked
with pleasure. He thought he was harder than when he’d fucked
Bevau.

“Get down on the floor,” Bevau ordered
him. “Elbows and knees, ass in the air for your master’s use,
boy.”

The words seared as hot as his ass.
Clajak clambered down from Bevau’s lap, assuming the position he’d
been told to take. The movement rubbed the vibrating dildo against
his prostate, making the sensations headier than ever. His mouth
was stretched wide open as he gasped for air.

“You liked that, huh?” the Nobek
grunted as he pulled the toy free of Clajak’s grasping channel.
“And now you want to come again. Fine by me.”

Bevau’s cock burrowed into Clajak,
shoving him open. The prince regretted fetching the smaller dildo
now that he had to take the soldier’s more substantial girth. Yet
much like the spanking, a part of him enjoyed being taken this way
– rough, with no compromise.

Bevau mounted him, tunneling deep,
making Clajak take every aching, wonderful inch. Once he was
crammed full of Nobek cock, Bevau’s arm circled his chest. He
lifted him so that Clajak knelt upright, his back held tight to the
other man’s hard chest.

Bevau grabbed his primary dick, his
grip tightening and loosening in exciting pulses as his fist
whipped up and down the shaft’s length. His hips moved in time,
fucking Clajak as he brought him to climax’s edge.

The Nobek’s hot breath filled Clajak’s
ear. “My cock reaming your ass, still warm from being spanked by
me. And you love every second of it. You want to come for me. Don’t
you? Answer me truthfully.”

“Yes,” Clajak moaned, his body rioting
with need. “Yes, please, let me come for you.”

“You want to come with my cock riding
your ass.”

“Yes. Ancestors, yes.”

“You’re close now. So close. You’re
right there.”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Come, Clajak.”

Monstrous heat spiraled from the pit of
Clajak, bursting like a river through a dam. It came up and through
him, a jet of ecstatic release, pulling from deep within. His cries
rang through the room, shivering the air.