Chapter 8
The sky had turned dark over the capital city of Kalquor when Kila stood outside the door of Piras’s home.
He was still and quiet for some time, preparing himself.
What he readied for depended on whether or not Piras had granted him automatic access to the tree home. In one more step, he’d find out.
Anticipation of this moment had kept him hard all day.
Holding Piras earlier, fondling his delectable body, kissing his delicious mouth, and feeling the man succumb to his strength had fed too many fantasies to count.
The hope that the night would see him entwined with Piras, their bodies melding together in that most pleasurable of connections, had made it difficult to concentrate.
As for the awful dread that Piras would stick with the rejection from the night before…well, that had been a much more unpleasant torment.
One step. Acceptance or rejection. What would he find? Even preparing for battle didn’t make Kila feel so anxious. The handle of the black cloth carry bag he held was slick with sweat from his palm.
He chuffed a mocking laugh at himself. Facing armed enemies had never offered such a level of worry.
One thing was for certain. Trying to figure Piras out was never a boring exercise. It was part of what made him too damned fascinating to give up on, even at his most frustrating.
One step. It was time to take it, to find out if the submissive Dramok had thought better of his agreement to give himself to Kila. His heart hammering, the Nobek raised his foot. Brought it forward. Put it down.
The door opened.
Kila exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He entered Piras’s greeting room.
Like most of the rooms he’d seen last night, this one was close to empty.
A couple of seating cushions were lonely, crumpled sentinels on the gleaming wood floor.
Only the walls evinced any sort of signal a real person lived in the place.
They were crowded with remarkable models of spaceships, each replica looking real enough to take flight and zip about the room at any moment. Piras had an amazing talent with the miniatures.
As Kila moved in silence through the rest of the house, he thought of how Piras had admitted he didn’t know what to do with all the space of his home.
Kila could appreciate that.
When one spent years sleeping in quarters just big enough for his mat, the most modest-sized home seemed spacious.
Indeed, it seemed as if this house’s size was warranted only by the need for wall space to exhibit hundreds of ship models.
Even though it seemed large to a longtime spacefarer, the home was not that big. It was a matter of seconds before Kila was in the doorway to Piras’s sleeping room.
He was greeted with a sight that took his breath away. Piras stared up at him, naked and kneeling on a thick black fur rug. The Dramok’s usually almond-shaped eyes were almost perfectly round as he looked up at Kila with an expression of fearful hope.
The Nobek swallowed the groan that tried to bolt up from his guts.
With only the large sleeping mat and rug at its foot, there was little else to look at in the room…well, if one didn’t count the ever-present ship models lining endless shelves.
Kila noted those in the dim lighting as an afterthought. He had only eyes for the graceful man on his knees before him.
Long-limbed and lovely, Piras’s body had muscle, but it was carved in fluid lines that flowed to make him look taller than he was.
It matched most of the lithe features of his face, from the narrow and high forehead to the patrician nose to the delicately pointed chin.
Only the blocky jaw seemed out of place, grown muscular from the Dramok’s habit of grinding his teeth when his temper flared.
Kila liked his strong jaw, however. It saved Piras from looking too preciously perfect. That one flaw made real what would otherwise be too otherworldly for attractiveness.
Kila sauntered into the room without a word. He challenged Piras’s gaze with a silent stare until the Dramok lowered his eyes. Good. It was a sign of who would be calling the shots that night.
Kila came close to look his prize over. The trembling of his plaything’s body was obvious as he loomed over him. A slow smile spread over the Nobek’s face to see one of the fleet’s biggest hard-asses shaking before him.
You do well to quiver, my beautiful admiral. Tonight, you will be taken places you never dreamed existed, places both wonderful and terrible.
Kila took his time examining Piras, though his body screamed to take immediate possession. He walked around the waiting Dramok, his footfalls silent.
Damn the man.
Kila had told himself over and over these last months that Piras hadn’t looked as good as his memory insisted.
He’d been right, in a sense.
Piras looked even better.
The smooth, brown skin looked tasty enough that he wanted to lick every inch of the man.
The line of Piras’s spine was a slender path that led down, inviting Kila to explore the shadowed crevice between rounded ass cheeks.
Contemplating the chiseled curves, Kila’s cocks gave a demanding lurch, wanting to press themselves deep within. Not later. Now.
Kila shook his head at himself. There were many things that needed to be established before he could indulge his desire to fuck the man. Not the least of which was the great pleasure he could give the Dramok. The fulfillment that his lover needed.
Kila kept walking, taking the measure of the man he hoped to figure out to their mutual advantage. One thing was clear, at least. Piras was as excited about the coming activities as he was. His long, enticing cocks curved upwards.
The twin staves, the larger in front of the other, gleamed wetly. He lubricated freely, his body betraying the anticipation it felt at being Kila’s to enjoy.
Seeing Piras waiting on his pleasure made Kila’s fierce erections almost painful. Their arousal scents mingled in the air: Piras’s slightly sweet fragrance melding with the sharper spice aroma of Kila’s lubricating juices.
Once again the Nobek was tempted to push the other man’s face into the rug, mount his pretty ass, and rut like a mindless animal.
Instead, he dropped his carry bag of tricks on the floor in front of Piras. The other man peered at the closed satchel before daring to lift his gaze to Kila’s face. “What’s in there?”
Kila answered in an easy tone that masked the hunger that wanted to drive him. “You’ll find out. Whether they deliver pleasure or pain is up to how well you behave for your master.”
Piras swallowed hard. Kila tried not to think how good that action would feel with one of his cocks shoved down the man’s throat. He didn’t succeed, and his shafts gave an insistent jerk.
I should have worn a cockring. I swear if I spill too quickly, I’ll offer myself to Lokmi as punishment.
The idea of giving himself to his wayward chief engineer helped Kila get a slight measure of control.
Holding the unwanted image in his head in order to maintain his senses, the captain got to work on Piras.
Kila dropped to one knee before the Dramok.
Without a word, he began to caress Piras all over, exploring the body that excited him so.
He glared at Piras, daring the other man to make any move without permission.
He wanted to see how submissive his handsome admiral was.
It turned out Piras was wonderfully compliant.
He said nothing, though his quick breaths soon turned to panting.
Whimpers sounded from time to time.
Other than the tremors that he couldn’t restrain, Piras stayed still.
He allowed Kila access to everything, not once flinching away or warding the busy hands off, even when he was handled roughly. He also didn’t attempt to touch Kila in return, though his gaze was longing, and his eyes were hot all over the Nobek.
Kila fisted his hands over Piras’s cocks, just behind the tips.
The involuntary jerk of the Dramok’s hips tried to feed more of his burning shafts into the grip Kila had on him.
He got a growl for the unwelcome movement.
Piras fisted his hands at his sides, and tendons stood out as he fought to contain himself.
Kila stared into the strained face before him, bestowing his scarier smile on his lover. “You come before I tell you to, and you will be very sorry. I swear to that.”
He didn’t wait for the acquiescence that was his due. He pumped the long cocks, moving over the slick flesh from base to tip and back. Piras’s head fell back, and he cried out as Kila worked him. He did not resist, but his entire body went rigid.
After only a few strokes, but still later than Kila had imagined he could hold out, Piras gasped, “Please.”
Kila hid the throb of pleasure that lit at the man’s submissive tone. “I did not tell you to speak, boy.”
He left the warning at that. A true master could control with few words. A look. A tiny gesture. Would Piras grant him that kind of domination?
It seemed he would.
Piras didn’t speak again, instead gloriously suffering the pleasure that Kila gave no sign would end in release.
Even when his body couldn’t help but fight the other man’s rule, when it quaked violently in reaction to the arousal it couldn’t spend, Piras kept his lips clamped tight.
Tears of strain ran from his eyes, but he never voiced the pleas that must have been battling to escape.
Kila watched him closely the whole time, impressed with the level of surrender the man was capable of.
Astounded by the beauty that was total abandon to another’s will, given instead of taken.
By the ancestors, I must not fail Piras tonight.
Kila released him. Piras kept his mouth shut, but he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Never taking his gaze from the tormented face, Kila slowly licked the juices coating his fingers and palms. “You taste good, my sweet little boy,”
he told his lover as he enjoyed the spicy-sweet flavor of Piras’s arousal. “I bet your cum tastes even better.”
Piras shuddered. His eyes riveted on the sight of Kila’s tongue lapping at his fingers.
“You’ve pleased me so far. Well done.”
Kila watched as a gratified expression flitted over Piras’s face, easing some of the torment that had made lines appear between his brows. The Nobek put a thumb over those creases, rubbing to ease them further. Then he bent close to lick the salty tears from the other man’s cheeks. Piras whimpered.
Kila grabbed his head, holding him in place for a hungry kiss. Piras’s shaking eased as he melted against him, accepting Kila’s demanding tongue. Piras was sweeter to the taste than other men Kila had known in all respects. The Nobek wondered how many flavors he would discover should he sample every inch of the man.
His cocks ached, pushing insistently against his uniform’s crotch that had grown too tight. What a relief it would be to make Piras put this warm, delicious mouth to work on them until his passion shot down the Dramok’s throat. But this was the one chance to make Piras see him as more than a temporary dalliance. More than an occasional fuck. Perhaps more of a man than the former lover who still had a hold on his heart?
Kila pulled free of Piras’s eager kiss, regretting he would not yet be replacing his lips with his cocks. No, there was too much at stake. He had been given command over the admiral’s body alone tonight. Anything else he wanted from Piras, he’d have to earn. He needed to do this right.
“My handsome admiral is being a good boy so far,”
he said, pretending not to notice the thickness in his voice. “Now the real test begins.”
The dazed look in Piras’s eyes cleared as Kila opened his bag of toys. The Nobek let the carryall splay wide, showing off the collection of dildos, cock sleeves and rings, straps, floggers, ropes, and cuffs. Piras’s face roiled with a tangle of expressions: excitement, anxiety, and desire. Kila smirked.
“I’m sure you see plenty you like. Too bad it’s captain’s and not admiral’s choice tonight. Let’s see what plaything you can prove yourself to me with.”
Kila’s fingers drifted over the myriad tools of pleasure and pain, watching Piras’s reaction to each item he touched. The Dramok didn’t give him much to go on. Perhaps intuiting Kila’s intentions, he set his expression, presenting a stoic front. Only the slightest twitch, a minute narrowing of eyes, or the deepening of the lines between his brows betrayed his opinion.
Noting Piras tightening his lips as his fingertips drifted over one item, Kila’s grip closed on a pumping mechanism. He held it up and unfolded it. It had a heavy platform that would sit on any flat surface. A telescoping pipe rose from the platform. To the pipe was connected a dildo. When the apparatus was switched on, the dildo moved back and forth. It was a machine designed to fuck whatever hole the dildo was inserted in.
Piras flinched a bare inch. The Nobek grinned at his response. “This has possibilities.”
Piras drew back even farther, starting to edge away.
Kila froze him with a look. “No, you don’t. Stay right where you are.”
Piras froze. He didn’t speak, but his expression was unhappy. Kila narrowed his eyes. Despite the Dramok’s apparent dislike of the pumper, he hadn’t called a halt to Kila’s intentions to use it on him.
Kila needed to know if this was a limit that could be pushed or if Piras was at his maximum threshold. He got close enough to the other man so that all Piras could see was his face. “You said you wish to submit to me. That you don’t want to play dominance games. Have you changed your mind? Are we done?”
Piras paled. “No, not done. I – I don’t know that I want you to use that on me.”
“Has anyone used a pumper on you before?”
“No, but I’ve seen it used. It doesn’t look nice.”
Piras tried to edge back again.
Kila grabbed him, making him stay put. He looked over Piras. Eyes dilated. Respiration quick. Cocks undiminished and looking as if he might punch a pair of holes into a mountain. He might have reservations about the pumper, but it hadn’t quelled his arousal in any way. Fair enough.
“It may not look nice, but I’ll use it on you. You want what I want, isn’t that right?”
The Dramok’s face showed conflict. “Maybe not. You have plenty of other things, things I know I like. Why can’t we use one of those?”
“Because I say you’re going to get your ass fucked with this.”
Kila didn’t miss the shiver that passed over the other man. It was the affirmation he could press on. “Surrender, Piras. Or fight me. Do not play games or this exploration ends.”
Anger flared in Piras’s eyes. Kila didn’t react at first, because before the temper had been a moment of resigned hurt. Where had that come from?
Kila thought about what he’d said. Surrender or fight. Don’t play games. Or their play would end.
Aha. Piras thinks I’ll walk out on him like Lidon did. How many problems between them were caused by Piras’s inability to dominate during sex?
Feeling he had a crucial piece of the puzzle that was this man, Kila kissed him as gently as he knew how. “I’m not going anywhere, handsome boy. You’re stuck with me tonight.”
Piras eyed him. “What if I say no to the pump?”
“You know that won’t work. I can tell the pump doesn’t cause you as much grief as you think it does. You may be uncomfortable with it, but not so much you’ll refuse what I desire.”
Kila shrugged. “If we try it and it really does upset you, you only have to say so.”
“And then?”
The suspicion clouded Piras’s face.
Kila kissed him again, kissed him until the tension began to bleed from the Dramok. Only when he thought Piras was settled better did he stop. “And then we move on to something else of my choosing.”
Piras gazed up at him. Uncertainty and hope warred for possession. He glanced at the waiting pump and pulled a face, but his body relaxed. “All right. If it’s what you wish.”
A knot that had tied itself in Kila’s stomach released. He hadn’t realized it was there until the moment it gave way. It felt as if a crucial test had been passed.
“Good boy,”
he said and kissed Piras once more as a reward for trusting him. He stroked the other man’s cocks to make him gasp and lose the last vestiges of tension. Once Piras’s eyes took on their former glazed aspect and his face went slack with bliss, Kila backed off. It was time to get this lesson in obedience back on track.
He rummaged in the bag for lubricant. He squirted gel all over the dildo portion of the pump, taking perverse enjoyment in Piras’s displeased frown as he watched the preparations.
“Turn around. All fours. Let me see that lovely ass up in the air and ready to accept what I give it.”
With another annoyed pout, Piras did as he was told.
His ass waved inches from Kila’s face, a holy object deserving of worship.
The Nobek contemplated the perfectly round cheeks and the enticing darkness between them.
He set the pump on the floor and adjusted the dildo’s height on the telescoping rod so that it aligned with that glorious entrance.
He noted a minute shaking in his hands as he did so.
The anticipation of watching the Dramok take a fucking had him excited. His aching cocks strained harder than ever at his trousers.
He set a hand on the device’s platform to keep it securely in place. His other palm caressed Piras’s upturned ass, callouses rasping against the smooth skin. Piras shivered.
Kila said, “All right, my reluctant pet. Back yourself onto it.”
Piras shot him a look over his shoulder. “What?”
“You heard me. Take the tip of the dildo in your ass.”
“But – but—”
“Okay, put it in your butt. I didn’t realize you had a problem with the word ‘ass’.”
The look on Piras’s face was priceless. Kila wished he had thought ahead to vid this encounter.
“Damn it, Kila!”
Comical shock was replaced by a beseeching expression. “Isn’t it enough that I’m letting you do this to me? Why are you making me take that awful thing myself?”
“Because it pleases me.”
Kila lifted a brow. “It also pleases me to punish you for disobedience. Back yourself so that the tip of it is in your ass and then accept the discipline you’ve earned.”
Piras’s lips squashed together so that they formed a thin line. However, he didn’t offer any further argument. Instead, he turned his face away and moved his hips towards the waiting pump.
Kila watched the tip of the tapered dildo nudge Piras open. Bit by bit, it forged inside him, disappearing into the tight orifice. A surge of heat jolted Kila’s cocks as Piras took an inch and then another.
“Stop,”
he ordered, surprised he didn’t sound breathless. “How does it feel?”
“I don’t like it,”
came Piras’s muffled complaint. “It’s not warm. It’s not real.”
He said something else quietly, as if he didn’t want Kila to hear. The Nobek caught the words anyway. It’s not you.
“But you’ll accept it,”
Kila said, feeling a little unsteady. “Because I want you to.”
“Yes.”
“As well as punishment.”
Piras shuddered. Took a breath. Looked over his shoulder again to meet Kila’s gaze.
“Yes.”
* * * *
Piras couldn’t figure out if he was more miserable or delighted at the moment. He was certainly both, as impossible as feeling those opposing states at once should have been.
He hated the dildo he’d partially inserted in his ass. Not that it was uncomfortable. The tip was the narrowest part, and well greased. It didn’t even ache. It wasn’t the dildo itself either. Dildos in play weren’t often a problem for Piras, because they were usually wielded by a live person.
The pump though…he wasn’t happy about that. Pumps were machines that once turned on, didn’t need any further attention. Piras didn’t want to be fucked by a machine, not even while Kila watched. He wanted…he needed Kila to touch him. To take active part.
Not only was Kila going to let the pump do all his fucking for him, but he was making Piras insert the dildo into himself. Maybe it was the kind of thing that got the Nobek off, but it was not something Piras enjoyed. Even if Kila was in control.
Only one thing kept Piras from calling a halt to the whole business.
Kila hadn’t walked out on him.
He’d said something that had made Piras think he might, but then he’d sworn he wasn’t going anywhere.
And even though Piras had gotten pissy because he didn’t like the pump or that he was expected to shove it up his own ass, Kila was still there.
Still there. Not walking away from Piras because his Dramok personality failed during sex.
“Someone’s thinking too hard,”
the dark man looming over him said. He reached for Piras and grabbed his primary cock.
Piras moaned as Kila pumped him up and down. The humiliation of impaling himself on the pump, of having the awful thing in his ass, disappeared in that hot, rough grip. The Dramok’s mind crumbled into dust as ecstasy surged in that powerful grasp. The only thing that existed was Kila’s hand.
When searing pain painted a lava stripe across his buttocks, Piras at first failed to react to it. The hand working his cock felt too good. But as the burning sank deep into flesh, he yipped a high-pitched cry that would have embarrassed him any other time. He twisted to see what the hell had happened.
Kila had happened, of course. He leered that smirky grin of his as he stared down at Piras. The hand not engaged with the Dramok’s cock held a thick black rubber strap.
“Take it, bad boy,”
he chuckled. “Take your punishment.”
Piras groaned. The strap was nasty enough. Wielded by the muscled Nobek, it was going to be a brutal slice of hell. One he had to accept, or Kila might decide to leave after all.
Kila swung.
A scorching wallop blistered Piras’s ass, right under the first strike.
He howled but held still for the next stroke.
And the next.
And the next.
All the while, Kila kept masturbating Piras.
The hurt and pleasure worked in tandem to confuse the Dramok’s senses.
His cries came from ecstasy and misery.
After half a dozen smacks, he was no longer sure which was which.
The mingled heat from strap and hand got confused. His cocks throbbed in time with the hiding until that felt as good as being handled.
“I do love to see a pretty ass take a good thrashing,”
Kila said during a pause, his tone delighted. “We’re not done, either. I want to see you back into that pump, boy. Take that dildo all the way in.”
The spanking continued. Unable to think of anything but pleasing the man delivering it, Piras scooted back, impaling himself on the dildo. Now it felt good, feeling that rigid weight enter his body. It rubbed the sensitive part within him, and his cocks jerked in reaction.
“That’s it,”
droned the deep voice that made him shiver. “Nothing to do but feel. No need to think. No need to worry.”
The words were so much noise to Piras. Everything was thrilling torment. The burn of the rubber strap striping his flesh. The pull of the calloused-rasped hand on his throbbing primary cock. The friction of the exciting, thickening length he drove his ass against. He wanted to escape. He wanted more.
Yet he’d come to the end of the dildo. There was no more to take in. Piras ground his teeth in frustration. He needed more. Much more. He needed the sweet sensation against his cumspot inside, the feeling of that heaviness rubbing over it.
He surged forward, almost emptying his ass of the length. He gasped with bliss. The dildo stroked deliciously across that hot, gnawing need. At the same time, his cock was enfolded by Kila’s tight grip. He slammed himself back onto the dildo, making the Nobek stroke him again. Elation roiled through him. This was right. This was good.
“You like that machine well enough now, don’t you?”
came a chuckle. More nonsense words. Piras kept moving back and forth, rapture tumbling through his cocks, through the part of his groin between them.
He was barely aware that the spanking had ended. Only when Kila grabbed him by the back of his neck, forcing him to be still, did Piras regain any sense of who he was with or what he was doing. Even then he struggled to move, desperate to chase that overwhelming excitement.
“Enough,”
Kila growled in his ear.
Hearing that animal voice flipped a switch. Piras heard his master and knew he must obey. Though his body raged to be denied a race to climax, he submitted. He froze and waited to discover if he was in more trouble than ever.
“Better.”
There was amusement, not anger in the tone. “Now stay exactly as you are.”
The hand holding him by the nape shifted, but maintained its controlling grip. It was the hand on his cock that disappeared. Piras bit back a whimper of loss. Not able to move against the pump, Kila no longer rubbing him with that delightful grasp—
There was a low hum. The dildo, most of which had ended up outside his twitching passage, surged in again. A glad cry of welcome erupted from his lips as it worked in and out of him, massaging his prostate with exciting friction.
“That’s it,”
Kila said, sounding pleased. “I’m watching it fuck you, pretty boy. In and out of that tight hole. I’m watching you take it for my enjoyment.”
Imagining the Nobek staring at the pump thrusting into him was unbearably exciting to Piras. Being humbled in such a way was more enthralling than he’d imagined was possible. The thought was every bit as delicious as feeling the deep strokes of the pump. When Kila’s hard hand massaged his sore ass, bringing new, enthralling pain, Piras’s larger cock spat several drops of cum.
“Fuck. It looks too damned good.”
Kila grunted. “I need my main prick in something warm.”
His grip shifted again. Before Piras could understand what was happening, he found his face enclosed by rough-skinned palms, being lifted to stare at Kila’s veined cocks in front of him.
The Nobek knelt before him, his uniform’s crotch pulled wide open at the seams. The released shafts were thick, the rear one slightly smaller and bobbing to tap the underside of its larger twin. The tapered lengths were slick with Kila’s natural lubricant, the aroma a sharp bite to his nostrils. His mouth watered in anticipation.
Expectancy wasn’t forced to last long. Piras opened his mouth, not needing the order to do so. Holding his head steady, Kila thrust. The fevered tip of his main cock slid over Piras’s tongue, and the other slick shaft slid beneath his chin.
While the pump rutted into him from behind, Kila used his mouth to their mutual satisfaction.
His flavor was as strong as the man was, a heady, spicy savor that came close to stinging Piras’s tongue.
His first few strokes were shallow, allowing Piras to revel in the flavor and feel of satiny skin over steely rigidity.
Then he drove in deep, his cock entering the Dramok’s throat and holding there for a moment. Piras gagged around his girth, choking on the other man.
“Good boy,”
Kila groaned and retreated to let Piras draw in a breath and swallow a spurt of pre-cum.
A few more shorter strokes followed by another deep thrust that made Piras choke. Over and over, Kila fucked his mouth that way. Each garbled cough as Piras struggled against the stifling blockage in his throat was rewarded with a gratified good boy and a small squirt of pre-cum.
Ancestors, it was amazing to serve such a powerful, demanding man. Even Lidon had never indulged in a good throat fuck. Piras’s senses swirled with pleasure, not caring that tears ran from his eyes while he gasped for air around Kila’s cock.
“Ah shit,”
Kila groaned at last. “I need to come in that gorgeous ass of yours. Get off that pump, boy. Lay on your back on the sleeping mat.”
The only consolation for pulling free of the pump and losing the mouthful of cock was knowing Kila was going to fuck him. Piras scrambled onto his bed, not caring about the eagerness he betrayed. He flopped onto his back inelegantly.
If Kila found him ridiculous, he showed no sign of it. Instead, he eyed Piras like a starving man. “Legs up in the air. Spread them wide.”
Piras grabbed the backs of his knees and obeyed. The Nobek’s stare was intense. “Fuck yeah. Look at you open and ready for my cock.”
He stripped his uniform off in a rush of activity, his boots thumping on the ground ahead of him slithering out of the black formsuit. He crawled up on the mat, a scarred beast of coiled grace, his vanquished prey trembling as he advanced.
Kila grabbed Piras’s thighs, yanking him towards him, his cocks like battering rams. It was the larger one he sank into the Dramok’s ass, moaning with pleasure as he claimed the other man with one determined thrust.
Piras cried out at the unmerciful invasion. The pump had stretched his muscles well, but Kila was a large man to take. Still, the ache of the forceful possession was welcome, and he made no attempt to deny his master his due. Instead, he surrendered in heart, mind, and body to whatever Kila saw fit to take.
Kila’s ferocious but compelling face was that of a dark god who could reward or destroy. He loomed over Piras, propping the slighter man’s calves on his shoulders. He gripped his hips and rutted, driving his cock hard and deep into the Dramok’s ass, simultaneously pulling Piras onto him.
He was so much thicker than the dildo, his girth rubbing harder against Piras’s cumspot. A wrenching pleasure made Piras’s guts clench. Molten heat built within, spilling into and swelling his cocks. They bounced against his lower abdomen as Kila drove and drove against him, each tap against his stomach reverberating and sending droplets of pre-cum spattering. He gripped them in his fists.
Terrified he’d be denied, he begged Kila, “Please, may I? May I, Nobek?”
“Oh yes, lovely boy. Make yourself come while I’ve got my cock in you. Show me how much you like your master’s shaft pounding your ass.”
He hadn’t finished speaking before Piras’s hands whipped up and down his aching pricks.
He noted how soft and smooth his touch was compared to Kila’s.
Piras would have much preferred the Nobek to masturbate him, but he wouldn’t have asked him to stop hammering his hole for all the world.
The brutal contact with his prostate made his guts seize.
The heat in his cocks had turned boiling.
The pressure in his smaller member made its inexorable climb, pushing its way towards the primary in front.
It felt like sheer force making its way from one organ to the other, making his larger cock strain to accept it. And still it built as Kila started to lose his rhythm, as the Nobek’s jaw clenched, as he jerked and slammed and thrust himself as deep as he could…
Kila’s groan was so loud it was almost a roar.
Piras felt the cock in his ass jolt.
At the same moment, a white-hot stream poured into his primary shaft.
It didn’t empty so much as it felt it was ripped out of Piras’s loins, bowing his back as cataclysmic rapture tore through his body.
Pulse after pulse of almost painful ecstasy jetted from him, soaking his hand and belly.
In perfect concert, Kila’s cock throbbed within him, filling him with the other man’s passion.
They came together, their bodies straining until the last drop was spilled.
Kila collapsed beside Piras. They laid gasping for a long time as they recovered. Piras’s heart was still learning how to slow from a gallop when Kila rolled off the mat and headed for the bathroom facility.
Trust the Nobek to pull himself together faster. Piras chuckled breathlessly. He was in no hurry to clean up, however. Kila could take his time. The Dramok’s legs needed a little longer before they would hold him upright.
It was only a couple of minutes however, when Kila came back to the bed. He held a cloth. Sitting down next to Piras, he wiped spend from the Dramok’s lax body with the warm, damp fabric. “You’re a gorgeous mess, Admiral.”
“You don’t have to do that, Kila. But thank you.”
The Nobek finished wiping him off. “You might not be so happy with me later. Not with what I have planned.”
“What would that be?”
Worry stole some of Piras’s contentment.
“Sleeping with my cock in your ass all night. When I wake to enjoy you again, you will not complain. You will not resist. You will accept me fucking you and filling you with my cum as often as it pleases me to do so. Even if it means you get only an hour or two of sleep before going in to work in the morning.”
Piras stared up at the dark face above his, the mocking smile both terrifying and alluring. His cocks twitched at Kila’s demand he make himself available for sex the entire night.
“Yes, Nobek.”
“Good boy.”
That night, Kila was as good as his word. The little bit of sleep Piras managed was with a thick cock nestled in his ass. He woke several times that night to Kila fucking him. He made no complaint but accepted it as Kila’s due. The Nobek owned his body and had every right to take it when the mood hit. It was a delicious fantasy, one Piras happily drowned in each time his dreams were interrupted by Kila’s thrusts.
Sometimes the sex was quick and demanding, with shattering rapture. Sometimes it was slow and careful, so that their orgasms were coaxed gently and pleasurably from their bodies. Either way, it was one of the best nights of Piras’s life.
Sexually speaking, it was everything he’d ever wanted.