Clan and Crown (52 page)

“You are so generous,” the Dramok
teased. His tongue lolled out to swirl around the tip of Bevau’s
straining member. Feeling that rough velvet on his sensitive flesh
made the Nobek’s hips jerk.

“I want to come all over your face,” he
whispered to Clajak.

“Would you? No, I think not. You’re not
to come at all without my permission.”

Bevau shrieked between clenched teeth.
The bastard! With the intoxicant reigning supreme in his system,
the Nobek couldn’t hope to override Clajak’s dictates. Even if his
cock was fit to explode from orgasm, he wouldn’t be able to
climax.

Astounding pleasure gave way to
excruciating torment. Clajak continued to lick and suck Bevau’s
shafts, making them throb from withheld orgasm. Egilka rode his
ass, thrusting unerringly over his cumspot with relentless
rhythm.

The Nobek’s gut churned with molten
need. His cocks ached with the pressure as cum filled them but
found no release. Bevau tried to will himself to climax, but his
body obeyed only Clajak. He threatened the two princes with
beatings that would require long hospital stays to recover from. He
begged them for mercy.

“Too bad you’re still under the
influence of our bites,” Egilka whispered in his ear as he had his
way with the Nobek. “Otherwise, Clajak could ask you to clan, you
could say yes, and we’d let you come.”

No
,
Bevau’s mind whispered.
That is not the way
out of this. I cannot damage their standing by becoming their
Nobek.

It was the one temptation he knew he
could resist, because their welfare was paramount to him. Realizing
he’d endure any torment to keep Clajak and Egilka safe, even in
offering such a minor protection from a bad decision, told Bevau
just how much of himself he’d invested in the princes.

If they discovered he loved them,
they’d never give up. He could not let them figure it
out.

So Bevau said nothing. He uttered cries
and groans because he couldn’t keep silent as ferocious passion
warred painfully in his body. He suffered without speaking as
Egilka found his pleasure, filling Bevau’s ass with it. Then he was
forced to endure more when Clajak took Egilka’s place.

After the Dramok added his essence to
Egilka’s, the two men went to their drawer full of toys. Bevau
cursed them at the top of his lungs when they placed his rigid
cocks in metal cages, denying him any further contact with their
hands and mouths. Adding insult to injury was the prostate-rubbing
dildo set on random vibrations.

Bevau wanted to tell them that seeing
them naked was torture enough. He’d have given almost anything to
fill a royal mouth or ass with his primary cock. Anything but the
answer they required.

Clajak and Egilka collapsed onto their
sleeping mat. Their relaxed bodies and sated smiles were a bane to
the agonized Nobek floating nearby. He jerked violently at the
cuffs. It was only then that he realized the venom from their bites
had at last worn off.

It didn’t matter. No matter how he
twisted and tugged, Bevau could not slip his feet or hands through
the restraints. He was still trapped.

Clajak watched his struggles with
heavy-lidded eyes. He told Egilka, “I was right. He does make a
nice decoration.”

Bevau gave up his attempts to escape.
His voice strained from the unrealized climax weighting his lower
body, he said, “They’ll miss me at work, you know. Someone will
figure out where I am.”

Egilka gave him a contented smile.
“Your supervisors already know you’re with us. You’re taking time
off. It’s all been arranged.”

Bevau stared at him. “You can’t do
that.”

Clajak laughed. “We’re princes. We can
do whatever the fuck we want since you can’t get away to lodge a
formal complaint.”

Egilka joined him in the hilarity. “How
do you like your vacation so far, Bevau?”

The Nobek had seen a little of Egilka’s
mischievous side, but hadn’t realized how much the Imdiko would
indulge it. He’d discovered that quality a little late, it would
seem.

His tone biting, Bevau said, “You are
as big an ass as Clajak is, Egilka.”

Egilka’s mouth dropped open. “Hey!
Watch your mouth, Nobek. I won’t be insulted like that.”

Clajak jerked up to a sitting position.
He rounded on Egilka. “Excuse me? Insulted? Get your ass over here,
Imdiko. You’re getting a spanking.”

Egilka obeyed, slinking across Clajak’s
legs and laying across them, his buttocks quivering as he awaited
discipline. His sweet round ass jumped up and down as Clajak
smacked it, turning a delightful shade of red. His moans and then
cries of pain excited Bevau as much as seeing him take his
punishment. The Nobek’s erections pushed insistently against the
metal mesh of their cages, especially when Egilka pleaded for
Clajak to stop.

At last Clajak did end the spanking. He
eyed Bevau as he stroked the swollen flesh of his Imdiko’s
ass.

“Nice, isn’t it? And so hot after his
reprimand. Wouldn’t you just love to sink your cock in
here?”

Clajak made Egilka get up on all fours,
angling his body so Bevau could watch the Dramok press eager flesh
into the Imdiko. He thrust hard into his submissive clanmate,
watching Bevau watch them.

“Such a nice Imdiko to fuck whenever I
want,” Clajak grunted as he took the willing, reddened ass. “So
good to feel this gorgeous tight ass around my cock. Egilka could
be your Imdiko too. Just say yes. That’s all you have to do, Bevau.
Just say yes.”

Instead, Bevau turned his face away.
His cocks pulsed violently, insisting they did indeed want to fuck
Egilka. They wanted to fuck Clajak too.

But the rest of him wanted the princes
in non-carnal ways as well. He wanted them for his own, to be there
at the end of the day, to wake up to when he opened his eyes in the
morning. Unfortunately for his cocks and his heart, he cared for
the two shitheads too much to do so.

His torment wasn’t just sexual. It
would be so much easier if that was the case.

Chapter 25

The next morning took an eternity to
arrive. The night was a sleepless nightmare with Clajak and Egilka
fucking Bevau whenever the notion took them ... whether with their
eager cocks or an infinite number of toys. They kept themselves
going with stim tabs. They kept Bevau going by driving him insane
with lust.

The Nobek’s head ached. His cocks
ached. His ass ached. He was sure he’d been in worse pain at some
point in his life, but he couldn’t remember it. His entire body
felt consumed by a constant erotic throb, punctuated by grinding
pain from his loins. His cocks were on fire, and not in a pleasant,
warmth-of-desire way. The burning was from sustained and
unfulfilled erections, a brutal torment Bevau was convinced would
drive him insane if he found no release in the near
future.

His threats were laughed at,
infuriating him even more. The Dramok and Imdiko had lost their
senses if they thought he wouldn’t exact brutal revenge on them for
this. Bevau promised them he could hurt them profoundly, without
leaving a mark on their bodies. The warnings were ignored ... in
fact, they seemed to spur the princes to greater heights of sensual
sadism.

The first rays of dawn promised no
relief from the hell. The cock cages kept Bevau’s pulsing shafts
prisoner. They hadn’t been touched in hours. Clajak and Egilka had
many a tool in their arsenal that made actual contact with Bevau’s
pricks unnecessary.

The current torture device was a dildo
with a prostate stimulator shoved up his ass. The sleeve of the toy
had been inserted only minutes ago. A flesh-like tube pistoned in
and out of the sleeve. It rubbed his hotspot with varying speeds of
friction, along with vibrating in a gut-clenching manner to
stimulate him. Bevau was damned near cross-eyed from need, his body
shuddering as it came close to detonation. Just as he was sure the
climax couldn’t be stopped the dildo went still, leaving him
bellowing in pain and frustration.

He was experiencing just such a near
miss when Clajak swaggered into the room with two plates of food.
Egilka followed him, carrying his own tray and chewing on a strip
of grilled ronka.

Clajak sat on the edge of the sleeping
mat, balancing one plate on a muscled thigh and setting the second
one on the bed’s surface. Egilka arranged himself against the
pillows, enjoying his breakfast while sitting with his legs wide
open, giving Bevau an uninhibited view of the paradise he couldn’t
enjoy. The Imdiko smiled gleefully at him as he shoved food in his
mouth. Bevau imagined beating the man with a strap, making him
dance as he set purple stripes on his body. There would be no
smiles then.

Clajak took Bevau’s attention away from
the teasing Egilka by waving a strip of ronka before his mouth.
“Hungry, my Nobek?”

“I am not your Nobek,” Bevau said. He
wasn’t sure the prince would understand the words. They came out
more as an animal snarl than speech.

“You will be. Eat.”

Instead, Bevau told Clajak where he
could stick the ronka strip and how far up to shove it. Clajak
laughed and ate it instead. “It will get there through the normal
channels,” he chortled with juvenile humor.

When the Nobek continued to refuse to
eat, Clajak tucked into his own breakfast. As he shoveled food into
his mouth with one hand, he fondled Bevau’s tensed body with the
other. He traced the lines of the soldier’s thighs and abdomen. He
drew slow, erotic circles over Bevau’s groin, just over where his
primary cock was kept trapped in its cage. Meanwhile, the dildo
kept fucking the hanging man at random intervals, driving him to
the brink of orgasm only to leave him howling with painful lack of
fulfillment.

Bevau expected more of the same torment
when Clajak finished his meal. Instead, the Dramok tossed his plate
to the rug-covered floor and eyed Bevau’s caged cocks with a
different appetite.

“Now for dessert.”

After being refused orgasm for hours on
end, Bevau could scarcely believe it when Clajak eased the
inhibiting cock cages off his jerking lengths. With a pleased smile
at the Nobek’s groan, the prince slid to his knees before Bevau and
took him in his mouth.

The high commander thought his head
might explode along with his cocks. The warmth of Clajak’s mouth
added to the burning pain already there, scalding his shaft. The
rough silk of the Dramok’s tongue swirled about the tip before
rubbing oh so coaxingly along the pounding vein that ran the length
of its underside. His strong grip pistoned up and down the smaller
cock as his cheeks hollowed, sucking hard on Bevau. Boiling cum
lanced from the secondary prick, shooting straight as an arrow
through the larger one, spurting free at last in painful gushes to
be swallowed by Clajak.

Bevau screamed as he went off. Had he
not been in so much agony over his long-awaited release, the sound
coming from his lungs would have embarrassed him. No Nobek should
shriek so. Yet Bevau was far from caring about his breed, his rank,
anything but the climax ripping through him.

He came and he came, more than he ever
had before. When it was over, his cocks felt hollowed as if only
the skin of them remained, all else having been gutted. Bevau
thought he might never come again. The idea was almost a
relief.

However there was no real relief to be
had. Though he was sure his seed must be utterly spent, Clajak kept
at him, licking and sucking with greater enthusiasm before. Bevau
learned of a new torment, one he’d used against Clajak
before.

In the aftermath of hours of teasing
and coming so hard, the Nobek’s primary shaft was overly sensitive.
Every lap of Clajak’s tongue was a ticklish abrasion. It would have
been pleasurable if taken down a couple of notches ... but in this
instance, the intensity was too much. His cock felt like it might
turn itself inside out in the attempt to escape the Dramok prince’s
tongue.

Bevau jerked his hips back, realizing
this must be how Clajak felt right after orgasm. His tormentor
always needed a few minutes of respite following climax, his cocks
too sensitive for play immediately after. The Nobek had used that
knowledge against his lover in the past few weeks to punish him.
Now Clajak claimed his revenge, his tormenting mouth following
Bevau’s cocks no matter how Bevau tried to jerk away to
escape.

Sure he’d go insane if he didn’t break
free, he shouted, “Stop! By the Mother of All, stop! You’re killing
me!”

Blessedly, Clajak paused for an instant
to ask him the same question he’d asked a million times over the
long night. “Will you join my clan?”

Bevau wanted to concede for so many
reasons. Right now, he particularly wanted Clajak to leave his
cocks alone. But the strong side of him, the side that would
protect the torturing bastard no matter what, answered for
him.

“No. No, I can’t.”

“Then I won’t stop.”

Clajak’s mouth latched onto him again.
What should have been a delight made Bevau break out in a cold
sweat. Had he been in anguish before? It seemed like a pale version
compared to his misery now.