Clan and Crown (51 page)

“What the fuck is with you two?” he
asked, confused by the turn things had taken.

Clajak’s smile was calculating. “Let us
intoxicate you and we’ll tell you.”

“Like hell I will. The day the two of
you can get the upper hand on me—”

He didn’t get to finish the boast. Both
men came at him at once in a blur of motion.

Bevau was not gentle with them, but he
did hold back from doing the pair real harm. The last thing he
wanted to do was hurt the princes, though they fought with a will
to take him down. He did some slight damage, bloodying the pair in
his effort to thwart them.

They bit often, wearing him down a bit
at a time with small shots of venom. As his limbs grew heavier with
the effort of breaking free, Bevau realized he would have to do one
of three things: do battle and cause serious injury, escape, or
give in to their control.

Bevau ducked a swing from Clajak and
kicked free of Egilka. He ran for the wide-open archway that led to
the room’s balcony, feeling sluggish. He was shocked that they’d
gotten so much intoxicant into his bloodstream. He fought for a
burst of speed, aiming for the moonlit night beyond the room. He
hit an invisible barrier hard, just as if he’d run straight into a
wall.

Fuck! They put up a
containment field!

Bevau rebounded several feet, fighting
to keep upright the whole way. A part of him knew that if he fell,
Clajak and Egilka would be on him. He’d never make it up again
until they let him.

Even though he managed to stay upright,
both men were on him in an instant, biting him yet again. The
heavier Clajak used his weight to advantage, shoving hard against
Bevau to keep him off-balance. Meanwhile Egilka had gone for his
favorite target, the Nobek’s legs. His long needle teeth added two
more punctures to Bevau’s bleeding calf. His hands wrapped about
the Nobek’s ankles.

Bevau bellowed his confusion and rage.
He was losing against the princes. Losing! In his anger, he grabbed
Clajak and tossed him like a rag doll. The Dramok bounced off the
draped-covered wall between two of the mirrors.

Bevau didn’t pause to see if he’d hurt
the prince. He reached for Egilka. The Imdiko shot away so fast
that he landed on his ass a few feet away. Egilka yelled, “Cuffs,
elevate subject eight feet!”

The hovercuffs that the prince had
somehow locked on Bevau’s ankles yanked the Nobek off his feet. He
yelled as he was pulled upside down into the air. In less than a
second, he swung helpless as the two princes watched a safe
distance from his fists.

Hardly believing he’d been bested by a
research scientist and playful prince, Bevau stared at them. “Son
of a bitch! What is going on with you two? What the hell is this?
Put me down!”

In the moment of silence following his
questions and demands, Clajak asked, “Will you join my
clan?”

Bevau stared at him in stunned
disbelief. “What?”

“Will you be our Nobek?” Between the
exhausted pants, Clajak sounded like he was asking the most
reasonable question in existence.

Slowly Bevau got his thoughts together.
“Is that what this has been about? By the ancestors, you idiots.
You know the answer to that. No one will take me seriously as the
eventual Nobek emperor.”

Clajak shrugged. “ I think they would,
given time. You’ve convinced me and Egilka, as well as my fathers,
of your worth.”

Bevau shook his head. Irritation and
the sense of impending loss warred with the mesmerizing glow of
intoxication. “This is ridiculous. No, no, no, forever no. It is
not possible.”

“Forever is a long time, Bevau. I don’t
think you can hold out that long. Until you agree to join my clan,
you’re not going anywhere.”

Bevau appealed to the more reasonable
of the pair. “Egilka, you know I won’t do it. You’re the sensible
one here.”

Egilka’s ponytail had been pulled
loose, and his long hair hid half his face. Bevau thought he was
bleeding from the forehead, but he couldn’t tell for sure. The
Imdiko looked worn out, but his teeth flashed white beneath his
mustache as he grinned. “Sorry, Bevau. The sensible one wants you
for his Nobek too.” The Imdiko turned to Clajak. “We’ve bitten him
several times. It might work now.”

“It’s worth a try,” Clajak agreed.
“Bevau, you will hold absolutely still.”

The words sank deep into Bevau’s brain,
the intoxicant branding them in his skull. Anger helped the Nobek
fight the effects a little, but his arms only jerked spastically
without any real strength.

Shit. I’m fucked,
especially if one of them bites me again.

Clajak observed his struggle with
clinical interest. “Close. It won’t take much to finish
it.”

The two men walked towards Bevau. He
snarled and lashed out with arms made of lead. His body was heavy,
begging for him to give in and let them do as they wanted to him.
It took all his will to offer the pathetic fight that he
did.

Clajak caught his wrists and held them.
Egilka casually bit Bevau’s thigh. Bevau shrieked in rage and tried
to pull free.

Clajak’s demanding tone insisted he
obey. “Stop fighting us. Stop it, Bevau. Stop fighting.”

The words sapped the Nobek’s resistance
for a few seconds before he found the strength to offer another
round of useless struggle. Clajak again ordered him to stop.
Bevau’s resolve faded. He hung gasping and unmoving, no longer
battling the bidding of those who had mastered him.

He wanted to fight. Damn, how he wanted
to fight. But Clajak’s words held him tighter than the hovercuffs
around his ankles, tighter than the Dramok’s grip around his
wrists. There was no escape, not until the intoxicant they’d pumped
into him had worn off.

When Clajak said, “He’s done, my
Imdiko,” Egilka stopped biting. He went to one of the curtained
areas and opened a drawer. He came back with another pair of
hovercuffs.

“Hold still, Bevau,” Clajak ordered. He
put the cuffs on Bevau’s wrists. The Nobek looked at them in
bemusement. The restraints were an old model, the adjustable metal
rings thicker and heavier than what was used by law enforcement and
military entities.

“What museum did you swipe these from?”
he mumbled.

“They are old, but they work perfectly
well,” Clajak said. He looked at Egilka with a worried expression.
“Are you all right, my Imdiko?”

Egilka shook his hair back, showing the
blood streaking from his forehead to his cheek. “I’ve been better,
but I’ll live. You were right about him holding back, thank the
ancestors.”

Clajak managed a wan smile. “I think he
did too.” He winced as he straightened from his crouch. “He still
did some damage. I feel like one big bruise. How are you feeling,
Nobek?”

Bevau felt awful that he’d hurt them,
even a little bit. He wanted to protect them, not beat them bloody.
Yet they’d brought the fight to him, the bastards.

He snarled at them, still hanging
upside down. “Fuck you both. I’m not joining your clan. Coerced
clanning through biting won’t hold up in court.”

Clajak stared down at him, his cocksure
smile coming back. “That’s why we won’t ask again until you’ve had
a chance to sober up. Cuffs, X-formation, subject
upright.”

The cuffs moved, rotating Bevau’s body
until he was upright. As he was positioned, Egilka left the room
and came back with a pain inhibitor device. He sucked liberally on
its spout, sighing in relief as it soothed his battered
body.

He offered it to the Nobek. “Do you
need pain inhibitor, Bevau?”

“I need you to take me out of these
cuffs.”

Clajak waved him off. “Later. When you
give me what I want.” He accepted the pain inhibitor from Egilka,
grimacing at the blood on the Imdiko’s face. “Let’s get you cleaned
up and then we’ll work on our gorgeous clanmate-to-be.”

They turned and walked away from Bevau,
heading towards the bath facility. As they left the room, Bevau
shouted after them. “I won’t do it. I won’t! You can beat me all
night long and it won’t change a thing.”

He could hear Clajak’s voice echoing
slightly in the stone-walled bath. “I think there has been enough
beating.” His voice dropped lower as he spoke to Egilka. “Hold
still. Let me put some salve on that cut. It’s not bad, but it’s
bleeding like a motherfucker.”

After a second, Egilka made a squealing
sound. “Shit! That hurts. What are you putting on me,
acid?”

“It’s an antibiotic, you big baby. Stop
squirming. I want to seal it shut so it will quit
bleeding.”

Bevau hung there, listening to them
treat each other’s injuries, feeling his own soreness. Clajak’s
last order had been for him to keep still. His brain and body, made
submissive thanks to the intoxicant, wouldn’t allow him to try to
escape the cuffs. He was stuck for the moment.

They had bitten him more times than he
could count, biting and running, keeping him off-balance until they
had drugged and worn him out. He had to admit it was a pretty good
strategy. Bevau had held off attacks from up to five men at a time,
rough Nobek bastards like himself. Yet he’d been overcome by an
Imdiko and a Dramok. The wily bastards had outsmarted him, taking a
beating to get him in this position.

“When I get out of this, they’ll think
what they went through today was a picnic compared to what I’m
going to do to them,” he muttered to himself. “They think they’re
hurting now? Oh, ancestors help them later.”

Yet thoughts of retribution fled when
Clajak and Egilka returned to the room ... naked.

Bevau swallowed. They were two very
different men in personality, temperament, and above all,
physicality. Yet they managed to be equally delightful to look at.
Clajak with his muscularity, everything a man should be. Egilka
with his long, luscious frame. They stood side by side, facing
Bevau, letting him take in the sight of two very exciting, two very
aroused males.

Damn, he wanted them. And not just for
tonight.

“How are you, Nobek?” Clajak asked, his
smooth voice throaty.

“Pissed off,” Bevau said, but even he
knew he didn’t sound angry. His voice was thick with desire, as if
the cocks standing straight out from his groin weren’t obvious
enough. His pants were long gone, shredded from the fight. He’d
lost his shoes too, so he hung there in his sleeveless and ripped
tank top.

They came to him, their gazes
smoldering so that just being looked at made him hot all over. He
hovered six inches or so over the floor, putting him slightly over
Egilka’s head.

“Sweet Mother of All,” Clajak groaned,
grabbing the shredded neck of Bevau’s shirt. He tore the top off
the Nobek, making him as naked as they were. “I should leave you in
those cuffs even after you agree to join our clan. You are a work
of art.”

“I’m not going to,” Bevau insisted.
“It’s a mistake. You have to know that.”

Clajak sighed, his lips brushing the
Nobek’s chest, making Bevau shiver. “I have made more mistakes than
any man has a right to make. I am an expert at mistakes. You as our
clanmate is no error.”

He and Egilka let their mouths and
hands roam freely over Bevau’s trapped body. The Nobek groaned to
feel the touches lighting him up. He hated to have been overcome,
but there was no denying his body was eager for whatever the other
two men had in store for him.

Fingertips stroked down his back,
chest, abdomen, ass, and thighs. Tongues and gently nipping teeth
followed. He groaned when Clajak sucked his nipples, making them
stand out in points. He sighed as Egilka’s long fingers teased his
anus open, allowing them to thrust inside. He cried out as those
same fingers found his prostate and rubbed, sending a swell of
ecstasy straight to his cocks. He shrieked when Clajak knelt on a
fur rug before him and licked the pre-cum dribbling from his larger
prick.

“Mmmm,” Clajak purred, making a show of
rolling Bevau’s juices around on his tongue before swallowing. “So
delicious, you gorgeous man.”

“Fuck,” Bevau moaned. His cocks
strained towards the Dramok, as if they would either stretch their
way to him or tear themselves from his loins in their eagerness to
get to Clajak.

“What a wonderful idea. Egilka, is he
prepared for you?”

“Yes, my Dramok.”

The long fingers pulled free of Bevau’s
backside. They were replaced by slick, questing pressure. The Nobek
relaxed into it, eager to be filled by the lovely prince. He’d lost
the fight, but getting fucked by Egilka was a wonderful
consolation. Especially if Clajak would put his mouth on his shaft
again.

Clajak did, swallowing the entirety of
Bevau’s front cock just as Egilka drove his length into his ass.
Bevau howled at the thunderclap of ecstasy as he filled and was
filled.

“Yes! Ancestors, yes!”

Clajak released him, leaving the
Nobek’s prick jerking and throbbing in the air as Egilka thudded in
and out of his passage. Even without that wondrously wet mouth
surrounding him, Bevau took great pleasure in the friction rubbing
against his interior hotspot. He thought he might come just from
Egilka fucking him. His primary dick spit at Clajak’s face almost
continuously.