His cocks hung heavy and full beneath him. Anxiety and arousal made for a heady mixture. He shivered, wondering what would be done to him next.
“Do you wish to give those gloves a try? They should make an interesting counterpoint to the paddle.” Japohn was conversational as he poured a generous dollop of sensitizing gel in his palm.
“I bet they would.” Bacoj’s teeth flashed in a delighted smile as he pulled the furred gloves on and pressed his forefingers to his thumbs. A slight hum emitted from the gloves.
Japohn seized Vax’s sexes, pumping him hard. A shocked squeal emitted from between the Imdiko’s gritted teeth as passion surged. Tight and strong, Japohn’s grip sent molten heat roiling through the lengths. Vax thought he’d come right then and there.
Japohn released him, leaving him panting, his hips bucking. Vax moaned as inevitable climax eased off, leaving him tender and wanting.
“Did that feel good, Imdiko?” The growly voice was strangely soft. Then a jolt of hurt erupted from Vax’s ass as the base of the plug was eased out and in and out and in. Japohn fucked him with it, forcing his hole to yield despite the expansive girth. Vax attempted to move away, but he was stuck in place, forced to accept the ongoing invasion. He moaned in torment.
Silky softness enveloped his cocks. Pulsations thrummed deep under the skin. Bacoj bent close to watch his face as he used the furry vibrating gloves to masturbate the helpless Imdiko. While the plug reamed his backside, Bacoj pumped his shafts, bringing rapture to the fore once again. Ache joined seamlessly with bliss, forging a nameless sensation that was all ecstasy. Vax writhed under their attentions, coming closer to when orgasm would eclipse his senses.
The plug slid all the way in and stopped moving. Bacoj let go of him. Vax whimpered, quaking with need.
Bacoj rubbed his butt with the furred gloves. “He’s a nice guy when reminded of where he belongs.”
“On the bottom, under a Dramok and Nobek? He is a sweet boy at the moment. And absolutely gorgeous.” Japohn paused, making rustling sounds out of Vax’s blurred line of sight. “Just so you know, I’m firm, but I don’t bruise. I prefer asses to be red and hot when I fuck them, though.”
“As do I.”
“Maybe after another round like before?”
Furred gloves grabbed Vax’s lengths again. Once more, the plug slowly moved in and out. Within seconds, they had Vax panting and writhing. His pants changed to groans as his cocks filled to bursting, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.
“He dances nicely,” Japohn chuckled. He thrust the plug faster as Vax loosened up. “Almost ready for me.”
When they stopped, Vax wailed in protest. He’d been so close, on the verge of climax. The brutal desire was agony, turning him mindless with the need to come. He yanked against the implacable cuffs, cursing fit to turn the air blue.
“My, my. What a temper. Who would have thought it from such a darling Imdiko?” Japohn’s tone was cruel with teasing. What came next was crueler still.
Vax had no warning. All at once, something unyielding smacked across his buttocks, leaving blistering warmth in its wake. He yelped and twisted his head to see Japohn swinging the long wooden paddle. It arced, whistling through the air as it hurtled to his defenseless rear once more.
Whack!
Vax squalled, jerking as another wallop of anguish seethed over his flesh. He fought his binds harder than before, but there was no give.
Whack!
“Aaah!” he yelled. He repeated the exclamation, though in a quieter, startled tone as Bacoj seized his cocks with the vibrating gloves and tugged with demand. Arousal, which had faded only slightly with the pain, came roaring back. Japohn continued to paddle him, adding relentless heat.
Once more, hurt twisted tight with rapture so that Vax couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. Japohn’s discipline was thorough and precise. The wood found every inch of Vax’s round ass cheeks. Japohn was a pro with a paddle, it turned out. Despite the Imdiko’s desperate thrashing, he never hit him anywhere but his buttocks.
His ass stung and smarted, growing hotter with every blow. Meanwhile, his sexes throbbed with their own blistering inferno, enthralled with the demanding tugs and vibrations Bacoj worked him over with. Vax sobbed, tears of elation and agony dripping from the tip of his nose. Drops of a different sort fell from his primary as excitement built.
Bacoj released him, and there was nothing but the paddle to claim his attention. However, Vax had been driven to that place where pain disappeared, where every touch fed delight rather than torment. Even when Bacoj used a handful of Vax’s hair to lift his head, it offered no hurt.
Another heady swat from the paddle. Vax grunted as erotic feeling rocketed from the blow to his swollen shafts. Bacoj pushed something between his teeth, wedging his mouth open—a jaw brace.
Nothing but bliss remained. Vax closed his eyes as Bacoj’s larger cock, spicy-sweet and smooth, slid over his tongue. His smaller rubbed beneath Vax’s chin, providing gentle friction as the Dramok pumped his hips, fucking Vax’s mouth in rhythm with Japohn’s paddle. Vax uttered muffled moans as orgasm edged closer.
The paddling stopped. There was only the warm throb of his spanked buttocks, somehow matching that of the vein against his tongue now. Saltiness was added to the heady elixir of Bacoj’s masculine flesh as the Dramok fed him small spurts of pre-cum. Vax sucked and swallowed all he was given.
A moment later, Bacoj uttered a shocked sound. His rhythm stuttered before regaining its steadiness again, though the strokes were shallower. He choked, “Ancestors,” then laughed. “Vax wondered if your cocks were in proportion to the rest of you.”
His statement was all the warning Vax received before generous thickness pushed against him. The base of the plug had been wide, but this was bigger. Much bigger. He cried out against the shaft thrusting down his throat and tried to pull away from the man gripping his hips, but there was no escaping Japohn’s invasion.
His hole stretched painfully to accommodate the Nobek’s generous girth. Japohn was careful, feeding the biggest cock Vax had ever had into him slowly, reminding him to relax.
“You can take it, Imdiko. You will take it. Breathe and relax.”
That was easy for him to say. His ass wasn’t being gored by a pole. Vax struggled to get free. If Japohn would just stop for a second, allow him to at least adjust…
“Easy, now. You have no choice but to surrender that lovely little hole to me.”
The oversized bastard was still cramming his cock in. Vax was certain he couldn’t handle such a monster. He was readying to scream for them to stop when Japohn’s shaft rubbed against his hotspot.
Vax yelled, but it wasn’t for the Nobek to halt. Every inch of him lit with an ecstatic lightning blast. It went on and on as Japohn steadily pressed deeper inside, the friction continuous as his shaft grew wider closer to the base. Electricity zapped throughout Vax’s being. And still it went on, a never-ending eternity of bliss.
Vax lost all sense of himself as a being, existing as pure sensation.
Bacoj forced himself to breathe steadily and deeply. He had to in order to keep from climaxing. His shafts clamored for release as he watched Japohn push his enormous primary into the Imdiko’s quivering, helpless ass. Vax moaned against Bacoj’s primary, sending delicious vibrations through his straining flesh.
The Dramok had never experienced anything so incredible. The sights, sounds, and sensations were everything a man could wish from a sexual encounter. Vax’s glassy eyes were damned near rolling as he uttered his excited cries. The tense yet blissful expression he wore was pure decadent sensuality. Whatever he felt had taken him far from Bacoj and Japohn, at least in his head.
Japohn’s stare was just as glazed, riveted on his sex spearing Vax’s taut hole. Bacoj thought the Nobek was no more aware of Bacoj’s existence than Vax was. Perhaps it should have bothered the Dramok to be insignificant when he was fucking Vax too, but the view was too exciting. Too
fucking sexy.
Besides, it offered Bacoj an opportunity he might not have otherwise been able to take advantage of.
He slipped free of the gorgeous warmth of Vax’s mouth and removed the brace so his lover could vocalize all he wished. He kept his movements quiet but casual. If he were too careful, it would more quickly attract the attention of a Nobek of Japohn’s abilities. He needed to make it look as if he was after another toy to torment Vax with.
As he stepped in the direction of the drawer, which made it easy to slip around Japohn, Bacoj wondered if he’d needed to bother with caution after all. Japohn had at last succeeded in shoving all that cock into Vax. His hips rocked back and forth, his glistening shaft appearing and disappearing over and over, his eyes closed as he fucked his captive. He didn’t seem aware of anything else, a soft smile playing over his striking features as he took his pleasure.
After a few moments, Japohn leaned over to crouch on all fours above the moaning Imdiko. The behemoth rutted, taking Vax with animal strength. His groin shoved powerfully against Vax, who shuddered with each thrust. Japohn reached beneath his trapped lover to work Vax’s sexes. The defenseless Imdiko uttered breathless noises, jerking under his master.
Though his sexes clamored for their own satisfaction, Bacoj watched for several minutes, admiring how Japohn’s muscular buttocks clenched as he plunged over and over into Vax. He worked the Imdiko hard and fast, then slower, indulging in all the sensations.
Bacoj crept closer, watching for his chance. Then, as Japohn began a new rhythm, sliding back and pausing before thrusting with strength into that captive flesh, Bacoj readied.
Japohn rocked back. At the same instant, Bacoj lined his primary up and thrust into the Nobek, who jerked, startled. Japohn lost perhaps a second, then resumed pounding into the man underneath him. He didn’t glance at Bacoj.
“You sly Dramok bastard. His ass feels too good for me to stop and fight you for dominance,” Japohn grunted.
“Thank the ancestors. Yours feels too good to stop for a battle.”
Enveloped in tight warmth, the Nobek’s clenching massaged his primary so that Bacoj’s thoughts swam. Japohn felt more than good. He was amazing, riding Vax so enthusiastically that Bacoj barely had to move at all. It would have been easy to just stand behind him, letting that grasping channel milk him to orgasm.
Instead, he adjusted his angle until Japohn groaned, his rhythm stuttering. Having found the Nobek’s cumspot, Bacoj actively pushed against the other man, making him cry out again and again.
They heaved against each other, working to give and realize gratification, an aroused beast of three parts, chasing the same end. Pressure built continually in Bacoj’s secondary, spilling in a red-hot tide into his main sex. He pounded against Japohn—into Japohn’s ass—his shouts growing louder as ecstasy unfurled.
It wasn’t long before Vax cried out over and over, shaking as he succumbed to gratification. Japohn followed soon after, straining as he shuddered.
Their cries of completion, the powerful tugs on his cock, his temporary mastery over Japohn—all of it undid Bacoj. Elation blazed, blasting from him in vicious lurches, emptying into the Nobek. The Dramok voiced guttural cries to the ceiling, his head thrown back as pleasure surged.
It seemed ages later when he drew free. He climbed up onto the mat to lie next to Vax. The Imdiko wrapped around him, sweaty against him as he kissed his face between quieting gasps. Japohn joined them, spooning behind Vax, his arms long enough to allow him to hold Bacoj too.
Once again, the Dramok had to admit that Japohn wasn’t such a bad guy.
Chapter Thirteen
“Three of my men to help you grab this guy, and a place to take the measures you need to. Disposal of the remains after you’re done is included. That’s what the price you named will get you.”
Karil opened his mouth to answer the scarred Dantovonian, when a splash of light illuminated the room. A couple of Adraf heavies shoved the office door open. One of the three-legged creatures was shaggy. The other’s long neck was freshly shorn of the luxurious fur that fetched a small fortune on the fashion markets.
Behind them, hectic dance music spilled in with the light from the club, along with drunken laughter. The party was in full swing in Ler, but then, the party never ended in that decadent city.
The Adrafs hauled a naked Strura between them. Karil licked his lips. Strura were intersex, with three sex holes of varying tightness. The species was expensive to fuck, and those who enslaved or indentured them could score handsomely off their flesh within weeks.
The few Strura who weren’t independent operators were coddled and fussed over for that reason. Not this particular slave, however. Karil had counted five of its species on the party floor. Another stood in the room. Maybe having so many allowed the Dantovonian owner to treat his in-demand whores like the lowest of his stable.
The thin slave bawled hysterically, alternating between trying to plant their three-toed feet and kicking at the bouncers. Neither had any effect.
“Sorry to interrupt, sir,” the shorn Adraf said to the Dantovonian. “This slave refused to perform for a well-paying customer.”
“How well-paying?”
“Double the rate for pain infliction. The client is a biter.”
“I’m not a damage slut!” the Strura squalled.
The Dantovonian rolled his eyes at Karil, as if to say see what I have to deal with? “Show me.”
The still-furry Adraf twisted the slave’s arm hard enough to make them scream as he displayed the dark bruise forming on the being’s almost non-existent tricep muscle.
The Dantovonian scowled. “The skin’s not even broken. Did you give the client someone more accommodating before hauling this trash in here?”
“Of course, sir. No refund was requested.”
“Excellent. Put this lazy skinbag in the soundproof room in restraints. Offer its holes at fifty percent off for the rest of the night. Beatings for free.” He sneered at the Strura. “Now you’re a damage slut.”
The Strura shrieked, begging for mercy as they were dragged out. Karil swallowed. He felt no pity for the sex slave, but the situation reminded him too much of his last visit with Respel. He had the sudden, very non-Nobek urge to run out.
The Dantovonian, whose name had been kept a secret, sighed and returned his attention to Karil. “Excuse the interruption. Do we have a deal?”
Karil glanced at the Strura huddled in the corner. He hadn’t been able to get a good look at that one, on their knees and curled almost into a ball. He wondered how the Dantovonian had forced so many of them into his service. Strura prided themselves on not getting caught by the slave trade, preferring to keep the money they earned as sex workers for themselves. Respel would be beside himself with jealousy for the Dantovonian boss’s astounding fortune.
The Dantovonian mistook his interest. “You heard the rate for the other one. If you want the service of this young and barely used whore, you could enjoy fifteen minutes. Then you can hire two of my men, use the killing space—cleaning up after yourself, however—for the same amount of investment.”
He buzzed. The Strura straightened from its crouch. Young, yes. Maybe not even legal. Their green-tinged face might have been attractive if they hadn’t appeared so miserable. Karil licked his lips.
The Strura came around the Dantovonian’s desk, standing before Karil. They turned and bent over the surface, widening legs to display three holes, any of which would have been a nice, tight fit for Karil’s cocks. Beyond them, a slender penis hung limp.
Karil gazed at the temptation inches from him. He was still suffering from Elate withdrawal. The memory of Respel’s back room was strong yet, and all he’d suffered there. However, the offer of the Strura brought a stirring from his loins. He considered the waiting triple pussy for all of a second before the need for vengeance assumed its rightful ascendancy.
“Three men.”
“Done.” The Dantovonian motioned to the
Strura, who returned to cowering in the corner.
Karil transferred the fee, halving the credit account Respel had given him. Contemplating Vax’s coming agony made his groin tingle more strongly. It was worth every cent.
* * * *
Japohn relaxed in the underground arena’s highest tier, thinking about what a great day he’d had so far with Vax and Bacoj. Even better than the day before, because he didn’t have to worry about being sent away.
Last night had been its own category of amazing. Stim tabs had kept the trio up during the long, dark hours—in more ways than one—and they’d taken advantage until the sun rose. There wasn’t an inch on Vax’s or Bacoj’s bodies Japohn hadn’t mapped, and they’d become well acquainted with his as well. His cocks ached agreeably after hours of sex.
There’d been some reluctance to leave the room, but they’d finally done so at mid-morning. Japohn had decided keeping his new friends entertained was his sole mission, unless Karil’s ugly mug showed up to be punched. There was a decent card scheduled at the fights, and after breakfast, they’d headed to the arena.
He’d agreed to the cheap seats to watch the contests. Bacoj had made it clear he and Vax were paying their own way, or they wouldn’t go at all. When he acted like a Dramok, there was no point in arguing with him, so Japohn had given in with good grace.
He’d hidden his real feelings on their seats, but it had nearly driven Japohn crazy to not buy the first-tier spots he could afford. However, he found being thrifty wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Determined to find the positive in his situation—there was a lot of that—Japohn delighted in their lofty position. He could see most of the arena easily. Not only could he view the fighting circle perfectly well, but their location allowed him to watch out for Karil. Best of all, the concession hawkers circulated constantly, keeping them well supplied with food and drinks at remarkably reasonable prices. Japohn guessed that those who couldn’t afford better seats tended to make up for the disappointment by indulging their appetites.
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