One side of Tranis’ mouth drifted up in a roguish grin. He walked in, and the door slid blessedly shut before anyone else got to view the show. He stood next to Lidon, looking Degorsk up and down. The crotch of his formsuit swelled magnificently.
Degorsk deepened his scowl despite the strange pleasure of being on display for the two men. His groin felt heavier than ever to have two sets of eyes on him. Looking at him with blatant desire.
Tranis licked his lips. “I wanted to check on you to see how you were doing. It looks like you’re doing very well.”
Degorsk’s voice was nearly a growl in an effort to hide the way his pulse sped up. “Well, as you can see I’m strung up like a criminal under interrogation, my ass having just been beaten bloody by our weapons commander. I’m doing amazing.” He showed his fangs in a burst of foul temper.
Lidon rolled his eyes. “I did not beat you bloody. Red and sore, yes. Maybe a little bruised, but a pain inhibitor and healing wave will fix that. After I’m done with you.”
He reached around and patted Degorsk’s rear with a not very gentle hand. The pain made the Imdiko hiss. His fangs folded back up to the roof of his mouth as he instinctively tried to placate Lidon.
Tranis shook his head. “It hasn’t improved his temper much.”
Lidon shrugged. “I’ve only delivered the painful part of the treatment. We were just about to work on making him scream for a different reason.” He grinned at Degorsk. “Let’s let the commander have a look at you, Imdiko. I’d like an objective opinion of my work.”
“Ass,” Degorsk grumbled.
“Exactly.” The Imdiko’s continued attitude earned another painful smack to his burning hindquarters. He jerked and groaned. Damn, it hurt. But the heat of his abused flesh was lighting up everything else as well. Pre-cum dripped from his primary dick.
Lidon’s expression was hateful in its merriment. “Turn subject 180 degrees on the vertical.”
The hover cuffs turned Degorsk around so that he faced away from the other two men. Tranis whistled in appreciation as his ass came into view. Heavy hands caressed his hindquarters, bringing more pain and pleasure. The doctor bit his lip hard, trying not to react.
“I do believe you’d glow in the dark, Degorsk. That is a thing of beauty. My compliments.”
Lidon sounded quite pleased. “Thank you. Of course the canvas was of particular quality.”
Damn it, the two jerks might spend the entire night jabbering while he hung here suffering. Knowing how peevish he sounded and not caring, Degorsk said to the wall, “I sure wish somebody would shut up and fuck me.”
There was the sound of muffled snickers. Then Tranis sighed, “Well, he’s in capable hands. I suppose I should go to my quarters and work with my own capable hands. Thanks for the inspiration.”
“Why don’t you stay?” Lidon offered.
Degorsk’s breath caught. Lidon was inviting Tranis to watch them fuck? His dicks swelled harder still at the thought. Things went very tight in his groin. While being on display during discipline was not a thrill at all, an audience while he had sex was an entirely different matter.
Lidon was still talking. “I’ve been wondering what I could stuff in his mouth to keep those stupid jokes from coming out while I enjoy his ass. You’ll do fine. If you’re so inclined?”
A growl trickled from the Dramok. “I am very inclined. Thank you for the offer.”
Pure erotic elation slammed through Degorsk. Both of them. He was getting both of them. Every argument against getting involved with anyone, especially these two, dissolved in mindblowing anticipation.
He was too excited to even speak. So when Lidon ordered the cuffs to set him down on hands and knees on the sleeping mat, he stayed silent. He found himself facing the end of the bed where Tranis stood, aroused and glorious.
Lidon crawled up behind him, wedging his thighs between Degorsk’s. The sound of a seam parting made the Imdiko catch his breath. Lidon was taking out his cocks. Hot, moist lengths of skinclad iron lay on the Imdiko’s ass a moment later. Lidon shifted, and the smaller one angled down, pressing against Degorsk’s anus. At the insistent push against the aperture, Degorsk opened himself. The cock slipped inside him, pushing deep while its larger twin slid up the crack of his ass.
Even the smaller of Lidon’s two dicks was a thick package. Degorsk shuddered but offered no resistance as it moved deep within. Then it slid over the hot spot and he shook all over, a cry escaping his lips. Electricity surged, and he clutched at the bedding. The cock moved over the button of sensation, rubbing insistently. Degorsk’s insides twisted tight, and he cried out again.
Then Lidon reached his end, his groin pressing hard against Degorsk’s sore rear, which only knotted the Imdiko’s belly more. He wouldn’t last. Not like this.
“I think this will be necessary,” Lidon murmured.
“I could have used one the other night on you,” Tranis said.
“You did plenty of damage without it,” came the return growl.
Degorsk had no idea what they were talking about. He was too busy trying to keep himself from losing control. A moment later, he felt Lidon lean slightly over him. Both the Nobek’s hands closed over his main dick.
A lightning bolt of pleasure made Degorsk shout. Then Lidon’s hand at the base of him clamped down hard, halting the tidal wave rolling from his second cock into the first. Too gone over the impending climax to understand what was happening, Degorsk bucked hard, trying to fuck the hands holding him so that he could relieve that brutal pressure. Instead, Lidon released his hold, but a tight pressure remained, keeping bliss at bay.
Degorsk gasped. “What the fuck?”
“I put a cockring on you. You were right on the verge.” Lidon sounded amused.
Degorsk tilted his head down so he could look. There was a ring on the base of his front dick, one of thin flex-metal, ratcheted tight.
He tried to decide how he felt about wearing it. He hadn’t wanted to come too soon, but at the same time, he really, really needed to. The torment of interrupted climax made him feel a little crazy and a lot frustrated.
“Shit,” he said. He was trembling all over.
“Easy,” Lidon soothed him, drawing back to make his cock drag deliciously through Degorsk’s ass. “It will be worth the wait.”
He shoved back in, hitting that place that made things surge and billow. Degorsk wailed in response, knowing he could only take it until Lidon decided he’d had enough. In and out, slow and steady and strong, the cock worked him with insistent power.
In front of him, Tranis stepped close to the mat, pulling at the crotch seam of his formsuit. His cocks spilled out, so hard they curved back towards his belly. They were right in front of Degorsk’s face, and the spicy, masculine scent of the Dramok’s sex had him desperate for a taste.
Tranis grabbed hold of the Imdiko’s long hair and wound it around his fist. Everything dominant in Degorsk’s makeup fled at the powerful display. He rolled his eyes up to look into Tranis’ face, his mouth opening to accept the man’s need.
“Very good,” the Dramok whispered as he accepted the invitation. His main cock slid into Degorsk’s mouth, filling it with heat and male flavor. The smaller one traced a hot, wet path down the outside of Degorsk’s throat.
As Tranis’ front prick traveled deeper into his mouth, moving closer to the Imdiko’s throat, Degorsk swallowed and held his breath. He took Tranis all the way to the root.
“By the ancestors,” the man groaned, his eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. “You have an amazing mouth, Degorsk.”
“And it looks damned good wrapped around a dick,” Lidon added, still moving in and out of the Imdiko’s ass. “I’m going to have to enjoy that in the near future.”
“You’d better wear that ring,” Tranis groaned, slipping back out until only the tip of him remained between Degorsk’s lips. “Fuck, he’s good.”
Degorsk rewarded the praise by rubbing his tongue back and forth along the underside of Tranis’ cock as
it pushed back in. The hand holding his hair tightened painfully and the Dramok growled in reaction.
As Tranis found his rhythm, fucking Degorsk’s mouth with delicious thoroughness, Lidon pulled free of him. The Imdiko shivered to feel the Nobek’s larger cock pushing against him, insistently taking the place of the smaller. He was nearly the same size as Tranis lengthwise, but Lidon had a touch more girth. Degorsk pushed out hard to accept him.
“Good, Degorsk. That’s it,” Lidon sighed as he enclosed himself in warmth.
When Lidon found that sensitive area in Degorsk’s sheath, the tighter fit sent sheer elation through his core. Degorsk cried out around Tranis’ cock and nearly choked. Agonizing need pulsed hugely through his loins. He jerked against both men.
“He’s definitely feeling it,” Tranis chuckled, though his voice was strained. His grip on Degorsk’s hair kept the Imdiko from moving his head too much. The Dramok never missed a beat as he pumped in and out of his mouth.
“Good,” Lidon gasped, slipping in and out, finding that spot over and over to make Degorsk’s muffled shouts continue. “I’ve been waiting to give it to him for three years now.”
Their words were so much noise to Degorsk. His stomach clenched as his secondary dick strained to release boiling ecstasy into the primary. His entire lower body was seizing up with fierce need as the two men fucked him.
The shaft in his mouth oozed spicy-salty-sweetness against his tongue, warning that it would soon erupt, sending hot cum down his throat. The thick rod up his ass was driving harder and harder into him, against the spot that made him feel he was going insane. Lidon’s hips slapped loudly against his painful ass in quicker succession, with an occasional pause to grind brutally against the hot, interior button. Degorsk was sobbing in torment as the other two men worked their bodies into his.
“Lidon.” Tranis was panting now, his chest heaving for air.
“Go.” A thickly calloused hand reached beneath Degorsk, grabbing his front dick. He squalled as excruciating bliss demanded escape.
Tranis moved back, grabbing his cock in one hand while pulling Degorsk’s head back with the other. He whipped himself hard, leaving the tip of his prick in the Imdiko’s mouth, lying on his tongue.
“Here it is,” he groaned. “Here it comes, Degorsk.”
At the same time, the hateful barrier clutching the base of Degorsk’s cock released. Lidon’s hand closed over him in its place. He squeezed and pulled.
Tranis’ head fell back, and he unleashed a primal scream. He worked his cock hard. Thick streams of hot fluid shot into Degorsk’s mouth, sliding down his throat.
A thunderclap of rapture resounded through the Imdiko’s body. He shrieked as burning elation jolted through his cocks, ushered out in near painful bursts by Lidon’s coaxing, squeezing grip and that constant thudding inside his ass.
Degorsk’s aching sexes flexed seemingly forever, milked until he was drained. He was dimly aware of suckling on Tranis’ burning flesh, tasting and swallowing each sweet drop.
A low roar announced Lidon’s gratification. The Nobek released Degorsk’s sated cock and grabbed hold of his hips. He pounded against the Imdiko’s ass and then froze, grinding hard as if he would shove his entire body inside Degorsk. The thick length of him swelled against the tight confines then eased, swelled and eased.
Degorsk shuddered. Lidon was filling him with his cum. Making himself a part of Degorsk.
The gasping trio pulled apart. Lidon released Degorsk from the hovercuffs, and the doctor collapsed from his crouch. He heard the other two chuckle and didn’t care. He was worn out. They were welcome to congratulate themselves.
He was lifted and placed in the middle of his sleeping mat. Then the two men crowded in close on either side of him, somehow making the small bed surface hold them all.
Degorsk’s face ended up burrowed into the hollow of Lidon’s shoulder, with Tranis curled up behind him, spooning his body. He sighed. It was warm. It was good. It even felt right.
Lidon’s breath in his ear was the best part of all. “Feeling better, my Imdiko?” the Nobek asked.
Degorsk felt Tranis’ start at the familiar term. Lidon shouldn’t be calling him his Imdiko if they weren’t clanned. Maybe tomorrow Degorsk would argue the point with the demanding Nobek. But for now, he was too tired and too content to argue.
So he only said, “Yes, Lidon. Thank you.”
Encased in the warmth of the two bodies on either side of him, Degorsk fell asleep. He did not dream.
Chapter 7
Two days after discovering the destroyed mining colony, the grim trio of Tranis, Lidon, and Piras gathered in the captain’s office. Piras sat behind his desk while his two senior officers sat across from him.
Piras looked at the vid along one wall, the one showing the planet that had once contained the Kolb and Elg colonies. His words sprayed in bursts of venom. “Two more colonies destroyed and two defense stations as well. No survivors. And now another colony has fallen silent.”
Tranis gripped the armrests of his chair as he struggled with his own fury. Thousands of Kalquorians were now dead. Killed without warning, without provocation. He growled, “Something is trying to knock out all border defenses. But why?”
Surprisingly, it was the Nobek in the room that seemed least affected. With seeming serenity, Lidon said, “I do have an identification on the battle drone signatures. They match up to Earther samples taken by Adraf spies.”
Piras’ brow creased. “Earthers?”
Tranis was equally startled. “That race that showed up in Galactic Council space two years ago? The aliens that supposedly resemble us?”
Piras leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “What intel do we have on them?”
Lidon took out his handheld though he didn’t look at it. “Only that they come from a very remote planet that their population is rapidly outgrowing. Even their colonies are overburdened. They’re apparently searching for an uninhabited world that doesn’t require terraforming.”
Tranis blinked. “There are that many of them?” He couldn’t imagine. The Kalquorian population barely took up room on their home planet. With only 300 years left until probable extinction, even the colonies were undermanned. The few thousand dead were a heavy toll for his people.
“We don’t know that much about them,” Lidon said, scowling. “There was initial excitement when they appeared because they are so similar to us. But when our ambassadors approached them in hopes of testing for interbreeding compatibility, they were rebuffed. Apparently, the Earther government is run by their religion, and we insulted them by suggesting such perversion. They have since kept their distance from our diplomats. What we’ve learned about them comes through intermediaries.”
Piras turned thoughtful. “An extremely devout species. Something in common with you, Weapons Commander. Perhaps we can make you our ambassador to Earth. You can have deep, philosophical discussions.”
Tranis found no humor in the situation. “Not if Earth is behind these attacks. Philosophy is the last thing the Empire will speak to them about.”
Lidon looked at his handheld and frowned at it. “We have no idea of their strengths or tactics in battle. It is a possibility the aliens are our aggressors. Records show they have been in contact with the Joshadan home world in recent months. Something about a joint colonization effort, but the particulars aren’t known at this time.”
Piras’ interest sharpened. “They need to be known, since we offer the Joshadans border security.”
Tranis nodded his agreement. “Not to mention their space is alongside ours, and it’s on those borders that these attacks are occurring. Are we going to the latest colony to fall silent, Captain?”
Piras stood and came around the desk. Tranis and Lidon turned their chairs to watch him pace back and forth. Tranis had noticed Piras liked to move when he was thinking his hardest. Lidon had confirmed that, telling Tranis that even if Piras remained seated while his mind worked feverishly, his righ
t leg would bounce up and down. The habit made Lidon edgy.
After spanning the office a couple of times, Piras stilled. He faced his men.
“No, Commander, we will not go to that colony. As much as I despise not checking there for survivors, the colonists would have not had anywhere like Natamev’s mines to retreat to. Probably everyone there is dead, just like here.”
Lidon’s hands curled into fists, his first indication of tension. “We go to the next colony likely to fall then; Wetor. It’s next in the pattern of attacks.”
Piras ground his teeth together. “Exactly.” He looked at Tranis. “Commander, get us there as fast as our engines can take us. Perhaps we can stop another annihilation. Lidon, transmit everything we’ve learned from the destroyed stations and colonies to the fleet. Put everyone on alert, especially Wetor’s nearest defense station. Assume we’re going into battle as soon as we get there.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Piras moved back behind his desk. “Dismissed.”
Tranis stood and turned to the door to the bridge, his thoughts churning. He didn’t realize Lidon wasn’t following until the Nobek said, “If I may have a moment more, Piras?”
Lidon’s use of the captain’s name was not in keeping with protocol, and that piqued Tranis’ curiosity. But he’d already walked out onto the bridge and the door shut behind him, keeping him from hearing anymore.
* * * *
As soon as the door closed behind Tranis, Piras folded his arms over his chest and crooked an eyebrow at Lidon. “Have you exhausted your infatuation with the young Dramok yet? I’ve smelled as of late that you’ve been playing with that eternal prankster of a medic too.”
Lidon sat quietly, thinking how to form what he wanted to say just right. As usual, Piras wanted an answer right away.
Making an exasperated noise, the captain said, “Please tell me you’ve gotten these ridiculous urges out of your system.”
Fine. Lidon could be an impatient asshole too. “I’m afraid not, Piras. But I have decided to end things as they stand.”
He stopped himself before he could get ugly. Took a deep breath. Spoke from the heart. “I care for you. You are an excellent Dramok … but not the Dramok for me.”
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