Clan and Commit (Clan Beginnings Book 7)

by Tracy St. John

  Bacoj’s cocks jolted at the sight of such a gorgeous rump. At the idea of parting Vax’s cheeks and diving into the snug hole between them.

  In a thick voice, Bacoj said, “A spanking. Yes, that ass definitely deserves a warmup. I’m partial to shoving my cocks into a reddened rump.”

  “I’m afraid I was extra bad today. I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not.” Vax rubbed his ass cheeks, smirking over his shoulder at his guest.

  Bacoj licked his lips, heat surging to his crotch. “I’ll teach you better. Clothes off. Give me a nice, long look at what I’ll fucking the sense out of. Then lay over my knees, naughty boy.”

  “Yes, Dramok.” Vax’s clothes went flying, tossed to a nearby chair as Bacoj sat on the edge of the mat and watched.

  His mouth went dry at the sight of the young, naked physique. Vax slowly turned a couple times, giving Bacoj an unimpeded view, grinning with pure mischief as he did so. Vax was as toned as he’d imagined, a vision of leanly muscled arms and legs, flat belly, and of course, that delicious ass. His twin cocks gleamed in the low illumination. He was hard and wet with eagerness, which lifted Bacoj’s confidence.

  “Enough preening. Come accept discipline.”

  Vax laid over Bacoj’s thighs with a smirk. Blue-purple eyes peeked up at the Dramok through the black waves that fell over his face as he settled. It was no accident that he rubbed up against the rigid lengths tenting Bacoj’s pants.

  Vax was a rogue. Since he didn’t mind a little bruising, Bacoj was happy to teach him that teases paid a price for playing with those they’d submitted to.

  His palm cracked that too-gorgeous ass. Bacoj grinned at Vax’s yelp, at how he jerked, at the handprint that marked him as the Dramok’s—at least for the night. He smacked him again, with the same exciting results.

  He settled in for a nice, leisurely spanking, making his own hand sting as he took his new friend to task. Vax writhed deliciously over his thighs, his whimpers growing in volume as the punishment lasted a minute, then a minute more. Bacoj’s pulse hammered through his cocks as he rained discipline on that perfectly curved ass, enjoying how it tensed after each blow.

  Vax’s rear was just deepening to a satisfying shade when the Imdiko attempted to slide off Bacoj’s lap. The Dramok settled his forearm between Vax’s shoulder blades and used his weight to hold him down, continuing to slap the ass that wriggled so fetchingly.

  “You’re not going anywhere until I’m ready for you to. Hold still, naughty boy,” he told the gasping Imdiko. When Vax ceased his efforts to escape, Bacoj spanked harder than before. He reveled in his companion’s surrender to the domination.

  But did the Imdiko truly want this? Bacoj paused. “Legs apart.” When Vax obeyed, Bacoj reached to grasp his primary cock and found it rock hard. Vax’s natural lubricant was damned near dripping from both shafts from arousal.

  Bacoj squeezed and rubbed the other man up and down, moving silky skin over the steel of erection. Vax kicked with a cry. He wanted it, all right.

  “On the floor while I think about what to do with you next.” Bacoj adjusted himself within his trousers. The crotch was getting a bit too tight for comfort.

  Vax crept off his lap to crouch on all fours. “Allow me to help with the selection process,” he panted. Without waiting for Bacoj’s agreement, he crawled to a set of drawers that pulled from the wall. Opening the bottom-most bin, he displayed a variety of sex toys.

  Bacoj’s cocks pressed against his pants more urgently than before at the sight of a crop, a number of vibrating sleeves, gels, lotions, and other erotic tools. If they played all night without bothering with sleep, they wouldn’t be able to work through the collection.

  Vax sat on his heels and jerked as he was reminded of the thorough discipline he’d already endured. “Ow. Strong hand.” His tone was admiring.

  “Wish I had known about the crop before I spanked you,” Bacoj said. That would have been an exciting start to the fun.

  “See anything you prefer? You know, this is a big favorite of mine.” Vax selected an assplug, shaped convincingly like a real cock. As if Bacoj had agreed, he plucked a bottle of lube from the drawer.

  Bacoj waved him over. “Bring those here and bend over the mat.”

  Vax obeyed. Confronted by that stunning ass yet again, Bacoj gave him a few more open-handed smacks. “That’s for not telling me about the crop.”

  “I’m sorry.” Vax didn’t sound apologetic.

  “Spread those cheeks.”

  The Imdiko whimpered as he grasped his handprinted buttocks and parted them so Bacoj had a good look at his tight pucker. As he did so, the Dramok used the gel to slicken the tapered plug. He noted it had a slight curve in its length, perfect to offer friction to the most sensitive places within a man’s passage. Vax had indicated he didn’t mind a little pain with his pleasure. When Bacoj pushed the plug into his companion, he did so quickly, allowing little mercy for the Imdiko to adjust to the invasion. He grinned at Vax’s hiss of hurt, swiftly followed by a moan of pure sensual delight as the bowed plug rubbed his cumspot.

  Tormenting himself as much as Vax, Bacoj fucked him slowly with the dildo, watching it ease in and out of the hole he would plug with his own flesh in the very near future. Watching the lovely Imdiko claw at the bed linens as his ass thrust to take in the toy, listening to his groans, feeling him shudder as ecstasy climbed higher—it was an enthralling show. Vax’s surrender was the headiest part of all. Bacoj was in control without having to fight or bargain for it, and he knew when he fucked Vax, it would be the most satisfying sex he’d ever had.

  Vax’s breathless voice emerged from behind the thick curtain of hair that hid his face. “May I suck you? Please, Dramok?”

  A shock of demanding pleasure rocketed from Bacoj’s secondary to his larger cock. He thrust the plug deep into Vax’s hole, popping the bulbous base of it within so it would remain there. He leaned back on his elbows.

  “Give me that mouth, Imdiko. Nice and slow. And deep.”

  He sighed with relief when Vax parted open the crotch of his pants, allowing his lengths to spring free of the constriction. Vax gave them an approving look.

  Glad you like what you see.

  The Imdiko licked the underside of his bottom-most shaft, his tongue rough and hot and incredible. A tremor ran through Bacoj as Vax lapped and swallowed the wetness that coated him.

  Bacoj closed his eyes. Sweet, sweet heat became his world, the bliss of his cocks licked and sucked in turn, the grip of Vax’s hands adding to the enthralling delight. He basked in being serviced by a talented lover. Vax sheathed each length in its entirety, his throat working to swallow the throbbing flesh.

  I’ll have to fuck him very soon, before I lose it to that wonderful mouth.

  It was difficult to imagine stopping Vax, however. The guy knew what he was doing. In fact, he’d led the encounter thus far, hadn’t he? And he’d done so in a manner that hadn’t tripped up Bacoj’s deepest instincts to control.

  He opened his eyes and stared down at the man sliding his mouth over and over his primary, smiling up at him with that too-knowing gaze.

  Vax had never met a Dramok so laid back about dominating. It was an interesting turn of events, which he enjoyed. Usually, he had to be far more subtle about guiding sex the way he wanted it from those he brought home. He was well pleased with himself as he sucked the other man’s cock, watching lust suffuse Bacoj’s expression.

  Or maybe it had nothing to do with Bacoj being easygoing or Vax’s ability to get his own way. Perhaps Bacoj had figured out what he was up to, because confusion was replacing the passion that had owned the Dramok’s countenance until now. Confusion and uncertainty. Surely he wasn’t a virgin? No, he’d fucked Vax with the dildo with far too much knowledge and assurance to be a virgin.

  The spicy-sweet flavor of Bacoj’s lubricant and the musk of his flesh was joined by saltiness as pre-cum surged from his primary. In an instant, indecision fled from his expression. He
sat up, pushing Vax onto his heels.

  “Up on the mat. All fours. Ass in the air.” Though his breath came in gasps, his tone was all Dramok. It said don’t fuck with me, demanding unquestioned obedience.

  Without hesitation, Vax scrambled up on the mat. Though he’d hoped to be the one on top, he knew when to end his games with the natural leaders of the Kalquorian race. He crouched, face pillowed on his crossed arms, aching ass thrust up.

  He’d thought that Bacoj would take him right away. Instead, the thick dildo moved in and out, fucking Vax slowly yet again, the shallow strokes rubbing constantly against his cumspot. He groaned as his sexes jolted, heat blasting through them.

  The first round of dildo fucking had been intense. This round was downright tortuous, especially when Bacoj stroked his secondary, where the worst of the excitement churned. Vax whimpered as the strong, rough hand squeezed tighter, rubbing harder. Any second now, Bacoj would pull the dildo out, mount him, and let him climax. Soon. It had to be soon.

  But no, he switched to masturbating Vax’s primary instead. It was swollen, eager to relieve the pressure. Almost hurting, in fact. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been so hard and ready.

  He could have cried when Bacoj returned his attentions to his secondary. The dildo continued to plumb his passage in those short strokes that applied heady friction directly to his hot spot. Arousal was becoming agonizing.

  “Fuck me. Do it.” He’d intended for it to come out as a plea, the kind of begging Dramoks enjoyed hearing, but desperation made him demand it instead. He knew his mistake immediately and closed his eyes against the coming storm.

  Bacoj shoved the dildo all the way in again, so it wouldn’t come out on its own. His palm—a very strong, very unmerciful palm—cracked against Vax’s buttocks in a succession of harsh smacks. Vax howled in anguish as he was punished for his impudence. The second spanking lasted as long as the first and hurt more.

  He moaned in gratitude when it ended, though he was harder than ever. Ancestors, he was dying to climax. However, Bacoj wasn’t finished putting him in his place.

  “Turn around to face me. Mouth open.”

  Vax knew there would be no more scheming to direct the encounter. Chastised, he did as he was told.

  Bacoj filled his mouth with the smooth, hot length of his larger sex, the lower rubbing beneath his chin. Vax had enjoyed sucking that delicious cock at his own pace, but his guest had control now. Which Bacoj used to his advantage. Wrapping his hands around Vax’s head, he held him in place as he rutted, plunging down Vax’s throat, forcing him to swallow or gag. Pre-cum coated the Imdiko’s tongue, dribbling from the corners of his mouth as Bacoj fucked him unmercifully.

  Maybe this Dramok had moments of indecision, but this sure as hell wasn’t one of them.

  Though Vax often preferred to call the shots—without his lover figuring that out—the control Bacoj wielded over him was exciting. Being mastered in such a way, with no apology offered, made his senses reel. He wanted to come more than ever, under Bacoj’s utter control.

  The idea his lover might not allow it was more arousing than Vax would have ever admitted. Bacoj was grunting as he rutted, his shaft jerking as if he neared his end. Vax had the idea the Dramok might choose to shoot cum down his throat. Then perhaps he’d torture him with more of the toys while waiting for himself to grow hard again, so he could continue to fuck Vax. All without allowing the Imdiko release.

  It was a perverse idea. An awful one. Yet it enthralled him.

  Bacoj stared down at him as he pumped Vax’s mouth and throat, his expression demanding. The spicy taste and scent of his excitement consumed the Imdiko’s senses. In that moment, he existed solely for the other man’s pleasure. There was nothing else but to give himself over entirely and hope he gratified Bacoj enough to be granted relief in turn.

  As if hearing Vax’s thoughts, Bacoj pulled free. “Now, your ass.”

  Vax twisted around on the mat, offering himself for use. He cried out as the plug was pulled free. It rubbed against his hotspot so that a spurt of passion sprayed his lower belly. His sexes were so hard, they curved against his abdomen.

  “That’s what I like to see. An ass open and ready for me to fuck it. Just as you should be.” With that exultant declaration, Bacoj plunged straight in, burying himself fully in the snug channel.

  All the air left Vax’s lungs at the abrupt taking. The dildo had been perhaps only half of Bacoj’s girth. An ache bloomed, the sensation mixing with violent arousal. Vax jerked forward, trying to escape the cock skewering him.

  “No you don’t.” Bacoj gripped his hips, holding Vax in place, forcing the smaller Imdiko to accept the torment of invasion.

  “Ow, Bacoj!” Vax protested even as his primary jolted again, spraying fresh warmth on his skin. Despite the mini-eruption, the pressure in his secondary refused to ease. Indeed, excitement grew as Vax scrabbled against his bed linens, trying to find purchase so he could crawl away. His tormentor, his lover, kept him from doing so with seeming effortlessness.

  “Oh no. This sweet, tight hole is getting fucked right now, the way I want it. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.” Bacoj pumped hard, his groin whipcracking against Vax’s spanked rear. He fucked him energetically, thrusting in and out with no regard for Vax’s cries. Fresh anguish suffused the Imdiko’s flesh, inside and out.

  However, the torment was secondary to the rest of what was happening to him. Bacoj’s shaft rubbed with toe-curling force against Vax’s hotspot. The Imdiko shouted, clawing at the sheets as Bacoj rode him with vigor.

  “You feel me in there, pretty man? Feel my cock reaming your gorgeous ass? You like that, don’t you? You want to come while I fuck you.”

  Bacoj leaned over him, still thrusting with strength. His fists circled Vax’s lengths, gripping tightly. Vax’s groin seized.

  Squeezing. Pulling. Milking him as everything clenched painfully, demanding his surrender.

  “Do it. Come for me. Come with me inside you, fucking you.”

  The universe blasted apart. A tremendous heaving tore through Vax, an ecstasy that demolished his wits. There was nothing but a deafening pulse that he felt from his head to his toes. He was consumed by rapture, crushing him in nonstop tidal waves.

  Vax felt he’d been thrashed by elation for days before the pulses finally began to ebb. From far away, he heard someone groan. The throbs that chased through his shuddering body were joined by other pulsations. Bacoj was filling him with his cum, still rutting as he poured wet heat deep inside. Then the Dramok fell over him, a heavy blanket that bore Vax down onto the sheets.

  “Fuuuck. That was amazing.” Bacoj’s breath warmed his ear.

  Vax didn’t answer. He couldn’t remember how to speak.

  After a few minutes, Bacoj rolled him over on his side. They spooned, the Dramok’s cock still twitching in his hole, his cum leaking out to paint the insides of Vax’s thighs.

  “I’m going to sleep for a little while. Then I’ll fuck you again, you incredible Imdiko. I’ll fuck you as often as I can, because you feel too damn good not to.”

  Vax was already drifting, the ache from Bacoj’s demanding rutting somehow soothing him into slumber. A satisfied smile pulled at his lips. “Yes you will. Lights, off.”

  He fell into sleep like falling off a cliff, already looking forward to Bacoj waking him for another round.

  Chapter Three

  Bacoj groaned at the familiar summons of his com buzzing. His body was heavy, the Imdiko he curled around warm. He was snug inside Vax, growing hard again despite the three times he’d enjoyed him throughout the night. A fourth romp would have been all too possible, a glorious start to the day, if his com weren’t demanding attention.

  “Don’t answer,” Vax mumbled, his eyes still closed. Despite the drowsy demeanor, he clenched well-educated muscles, squeezing Bacoj’s buried shaft to full erection. “Fuck me again instead.”

  The com fell silent. Bacoj slowly pumped his hips, making Vax m
oan. “You forgot to say please. I’ll have to punish you.”

  Vax’s smile sent more searing heat into his groin. “Yes, Dramok.”

  Bacoj’s com buzzed, a short beat. He stilled. Another brief buzz. He groaned.

  “I have to get that. She won’t quit until I do.”

  “She?” Vax twisted to look up at him.

  “My mother. She’s rather…insistent…when she wants to talk to me.” His face warmed. What would Vax think of a Dramok who dropped everything when his mother called?

  Well, this was fun while it lasted.

  “Maybe it’s important, especially if she’s comming this early,” Vax said.

  Bacoj reluctantly tugged free of the paradise that was the Imdiko’s ass as the com resumed its adamant demands to be answered. “I doubt it. I adore her, but I’ll be honest with you. She’s on the clingy-to-smothering side.”

  “Ah. Better answer that then. I don’t want her breaking down my door.” Vax’s tone and expression were amused.

  Bacoj glared grumpily. He found his trousers crumpled on the floor and the com attached to its waistband before she could disconnect and signal it was her again.

  “Good morning, my mother.”

  Felac of Clan Rilb might have been needy and overly dramatic on occasion, but her cultured speech could never be called piteous. She sounded dignified while relieved. “Good. You’re alive.”

  “Is there any reason I shouldn’t be?”

  “I haven’t heard from you since yesterday morning, and it took you forever to answer just now. What’s going on?”

  Finally getting into Kalquor’s best engineering school, having to refuse it because I’ve been drafted for the war, fucking myself silly with the most gorgeous Imdiko in existence.

  As if he could say any of that to his mother. She’d have a heart attack. A refined, decorous heart attack, but a heart attack all the same.

  He settled for, “I met someone interesting and got caught up in getting to know him.”