“How many drawers of party favors do you have?”
Despite knowing what was in those drawers and which ones Wynhod was likely to use, Gelan couldn’t help his grin. “Three.”
The growl he heard made his cocks pulse in alarmed excitement. Gelan did like bottoming a strong man, and Wynhod was as powerful a Nobek as one could wish for.
He was also capable of being absolutely silent. The fact that Gelan heard him rummaging through the assorted goodies in the deep drawers meant Wynhod wanted him to hear what he was doing. He wanted Gelan wondering and worrying what might be used on him in the hours ahead.
“Nice. Very nice,” his partner commented. “Quite the collection. I’m going to enjoy tonight immensely. Let’s start with this.”
Wynhod came back to the bed, one hand hidden behind his thigh so Gelan couldn’t see what instrument of joy or torture he might be holding. Knowing what was in his inventory and Wynhod’s tastes, Gelan betted on torture. He flicked his gaze up to the Nobek’s predatory face.
“What did you choose?”
“I’m about to show you. Cuffs, move straight up in relation to prisoner’s head.”
Gelan’s arms slid over the sleeping mat so that his arms stretched over his head. His bicep now blocked his view.
“Up on your knees, my gorgeous Dramok. Put that ass up in the air for me.”
Gelan obeyed. Once more he was acutely aware of the open arches showing the display he put on, and his face heated as much as his spanked ass. His lips wrinkled back in a snarl, but he kept quiet. Maybe if he didn’t acknowledge the humiliation, Wynhod wouldn’t put him in an even more demeaning position. One could always hope.
Embarrassed or not, his cocks were so hard they curved towards his belly. When Wynhod grasped the primary one, Gelan couldn’t contain his shout. Excruciating pleasure surged at the other man’s touch, and the heavy organ spat pre-cum.
“Oh, someone is very ready to be enjoyed,” Wynhod purred. His hand slid slowly down to the base of the prick, making Gelan shout again. Another surge of elation hit, and more juice escaped in near climax. “You are right on the verge. That’s all right. I can take care of that.”
With that cruel promise, Gelan felt something constricting slide over both his cocks, snugging up tight at their bases, right up to his groin. The grip was so tight it almost hurt. He groaned in recognition.
“Damn it. You just had to find that double cockring, didn’t you?”
Wynhod gave his ass a couple of not-so-gentle swats. “I’m going to find it all, big boy. It’s just a matter of what I decide to use on you. Keep that ass in the air. Don’t move.”
“Fuck,” Gelan whispered as Wynhod went back to sifting through the bins of playthings. The cockrings were vises on his pricks, choking off the orgasm that wanted to happen. A knot of need formed between the two aching organs, throbbing in agonized want.
Something behind the Dramok made a squirting sound. That was followed by wet, squishy noises he recognized. Wynhod had found something to shove up his ass and was lubing it. With all the ass-friendly objects Gelan owned of different sizes and functions, the sky was just about the limit on what might be going in his butt momentarily.
“I take it you’ve used these things more on others than have been used on you,” Wynhod said conversationally.
“Not too many get the best of me,” Gelan acknowledged. “Most fight fair,” he added, still smarting over the sneaky way Wynhod had taken him down.
“I don’t, and I make no apologies for it,” came the laugh. “Let’s see how much you enjoy this. Open wide.”
Gelan couldn’t help but obey. Something hard and slick pressed against his anus, and he released tension to take it in. Damn, it had been a while since he last had been overcome. There was a slight ache as the dildo Wynhod had chosen slid inside him. It was thick, about the width of a secondary dick. Gelan realized it was also long as it kept entering, reaching deep inside him.
“Fuck.” He knew which one Wynhod had decided to use on him. The Nobek had found the extra long one which would vibrate right against his interior cum spot. Son of a bitch.
“Recognize it? Good.”
Without warning, the dildo switched on. Gelan yelped as it buzzed gently against his hot button, sending slivers of ecstasy through his groin. The excitement built quickly, delivering a deep kick of violent ecstasy. Molten heat surged and Gelan cried out. His body tried to come. There was a thudding sensation between his cocks as rapture attempted to shove its way out of him. The dual cockring held release at bay, damming it up. The pressure felt horrendous.
The vibration switched off, leaving Gelan gasping and moaning. Sweat had broken out all over his body.
“That’s good,” Wynhod whispered. “I like seeing you like this.”
He grasped the end of the dildo and twisted it, simultaneously stretching Gelan’s tight sphincter muscles and grinding against his prostate. Gelan screamed as white-hot rapture sizzled inside, still trying to break free. His muscles trembled with the violent need to climax or escape. He could do neither.
“That’s right. Take it, Gelan. Let me hear it.”
The dildo switched on again. Wynhod pressed the humming length tight to Gelan’s cum spot. A brutal spike of pleasure speared his guts. The Dramok shrieked as his cocks strained to release and failed.
It turned off. The slithery sound of many strands of leather made him open his eyes. Wynhod shook a palm-handled flogger in front of him, letting him see all the tails with knots tied at their ends.
“Still into pain with your pleasure, I take it?” the Nobek asked.
Gelan nearly did weep and make a liar out of himself for claiming he never did. He’d like the coming beating fine if it weren’t for the cockrings turning his paradise into hell. “Damn. You’re going to make my dicks explode.”
Wynhod leaned down so Gelan could see his intense expression. “You’re going to come screaming for me. I promise it.”
The fierce, almost primitive expression on the Nobek’s face only made Gelan need to climax more. To be at the mercy of such a feral creature…
The vibrator switched on again. Gelan tensed as desperate want boiled through his loins, making all sense disappear. Then a swishing sound joined the dildo’s hum, and hot stings dug into his already aching ass.
Gelan lost all sense in the sweet torment of the next few minutes. The vibrator pulsed insistently at his hot spot, filling him with cruel arousal. Darting stabs of delicious pain peppered his ass and thighs as Wynhod plied his flesh with the flogger. Occasionally he paused to grind the dildo deeper and harder, making brutal ecstasy pound Gelan’s churning insides.
The Dramok wanted to come. He needed to come. Damn it, he had to come or go insane. But the rings kept the roiling lava in his groin from making its desperate escape, just as the cuffs and Wynhod’s toxic bite held Gelan helpless for the torment.
He screamed and wailed gorgeous misery for his captor’s delight. Wynhod rewarded him with more luscious torture. Between his shrieks, Gelan heard the Nobek gasping and growling as he grew more excited.
Gelan’s hands spasmed. He had no strength in them, but he was able to curl his fingers in the sheets and gently clutch them in his fists. The intoxicant in his system was wearing off. In a few more minutes he’d be able to resist Wynhod’s commands. He’d be able to pull those damned rings off his throbbing dicks and make himself come if it weren’t for the cuffs. However, Wynhod stopped whipping him at that moment. “Getting some control back, are you?” he growled. “Good. I wanted you to be on the verge of regaining yourself. It will make my conquest that much better.”
He tossed aside the flogger. Next the vibrator went still inside Gelan. A moment later, Wynhod slipped it out of him. The Nobek groaned.
“If you could see how good you look. Open and ready for me to fill you.”
Gelan said nothing. He could only moan as Wynhod’s thighs pressed between his and a hard, slick heat pressed against his anus. Th
e Nobek was mounting him.
Wynhod eased into his ass with a sigh. The work he’d done with the vibrator had loosened the ring of muscles guarding Gelan’s entrance, allowing him to fill the Dramok without trouble. He was still quite thick, making Gelan feel full.
Wynhod gripped the Dramok’s hips and slowly, sinuously pumped into his ass. His lower cock slid beneath Gelan’s, the friction yet another point of wondrous persecution. Gelan moaned.
He knew begging wouldn’t make any difference, and he wasn’t sure how to form the words anyway. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from groaning the other man’s name. “Wynhod.”
“Oh yeah. Let me hear my name on your lips.” The Nobek’s pace quickened.
“Wynhod.” Gelan didn’t repeat it so much to please him. The name was like a talisman, the only thing the Dramok had to hang his dissolving sanity on.
“That’s right. I’m fucking your sweet, tight ass. Feel me in there.”
“Wynhod.” He clenched his fists tight. He could move again, but he still couldn’t use his cuffed arms, couldn’t reach down and release his aching dicks from their imprisonment, couldn’t come. In his desperation, another word escaped Gelan’s gasping mouth. “Please. Wynhod, please.”
“Fuck,” the Nobek said in a breathless whisper.
His hips slapped harder and faster against Gelan’s sore ass. His grip on the Dramok tightened, and he pulled Gelan back onto his cock as he buried it deep. It pounded mercilessly on the sweet spot. Gelan threw his head back to shriek at the ceiling as his groin tried to contain the swelling agony of impeded climax.
“Wynhod!”
“Getting there. That’s almost what I want to hear.”
He yanked Gelan back and forth, impaling him over and over, finding that horrifically delicious spot every time. Gelan’s guts twisted tight, and that area between his cocks clutching with violent need. He couldn’t take anymore and screamed at the top of his lungs, beyond sense of anything but the vicious brutality of obstructed release.
“There it is,” the Nobek said with a strained grunt.
Wynhod’s words might as well have been in a foreign language for all the sense they made to Gelan. But the warm hand that moved between his dicks, he knew that touch quite well. He howled to feel it when he couldn’t orgasm. The agony…
Suddenly, the chokehold on his cocks loosened and then released. Something else clutched not quite as tight and moved up and down his primary. It was a hand, it was Wynhod’s hand, bringing the raging stream of acute pleasure that was nearly pain, pouring from the second dick, spilling over into the larger one, finally releasing…
Lightning pulses gushed in rapid-fire jets from Gelan’s primary cock. Spasms seized his lower abdomen, discharging the agonizing fullness in long, aching seizures. The world flashed white and remained that way for some time.
He came back in degrees, his belly and chest dripping with the evidence of passion. Wynhod still hammered into him from behind, the Nobek’s rhythm stuttering as he neared his own end. A long groan unfurled through the air. Wynhod froze, stroked twice more, and then the cock buried in Gelan’s ass throbbed. His lover moaned, fingers digging into his hips as he emptied into the tight passage.
After Wynhod’s cock stopped pulsing and he had started breathing rather than gasping, the Nobek rubbed up and down Gelan’s back, his hands further relaxing the Dramok’s depleted body. Gelan couldn’t help but sigh.
Wynhod managed a weak chuckle. “That wasn’t a bad start, was it? Give me a few minutes, and we’ll get serious about this.”
Gelan growled, but there was no real malice behind the sound. This was only the beginning of many such nights with his lover. A lifetime rolled out before him, a lifetime of nights in which he’d fight for supremacy, nights where he’d sometimes be the victor and sometimes the conquered. Nights he would never be the loser, however.
Gelan couldn’t wait to officially make Wynhod his Nobek. Two weeks sounded like an eternity right now.
Chapter 11
Gelan felt incredibly sore the next morning. Seeing him move slow and stiff seemed to make Wynhod rather cheerful. The Nobek’s solicitous offer of stim tabs and pain inhibitor was accepted with a scowl, though Gelan prized every ache as well as his fatigue. The night before had been every bit as arduously delightful as he’d hoped. Wynhod had not spared him the slightest mercy.
Getting to work sent all thoughts of the night before away, however. Gelan was eager to question Latwik and see if Krijero’s insights proved fruitful. Wynhod went ahead of him to collect the Delir dealer and put him in an interrogation room. Meanwhile, the investigator checked the guards’ reports from the night before.
Less than an hour after arriving at the precinct headquarters, Gelan entered Room 12 where Wynhod and Latwik waited.
Latwik was once more in a suspension field with an armed Wynhod covering him. This time, however, his legs were bent as if he kneeled, and he was set low so Gelan could look down on him. Putting the criminal Nobek in such a subservient position was an insult, designed to both belittle him and make him appreciate his helplessness much more.
Gelan stood over him, noting Latwik’s bloodshot eyes. The reports had said the Nobek had not slept at all. He’d tossed and turned on the hard floor. For a Nobek, sleeping rough on an uncomfortable surface was normally no great problem. They were trained from their earliest days in the camps to put up with the most troublesome of circumstances. No, something definitely bothered Latwik to keep him on edge.
Right now the Delir dealer feigned disinterest in Gelan. However, there was tension at the corners of his eyes and a muscle kept twitching in his jaw. Gelan looked him over, snorted as if in derision, and leaned back on the table behind him.
“Well, Nobek Latwik, here we are. Sleep well?”
One corner of the gang member’s mouth lifted in a vicious sneer. “I might have slept better with some company in my cell. You could have brought me that sweet Imdiko who was here yesterday. I would have enjoyed him keeping me warm.”
A flash of anger sparked in Gelan’s chest at the thought of gentle, clumsy Krijero under the brute’s hands. He had to steel himself to not respond to Latwik’s baiting.
“I thought maybe you’d have preferred a family member to talk to and share your sorrows. Maybe your nephew, Nobek Byd?”
Latwik started at the mention of his kin, a youngling with a learning deficit disorder. Gelan got a mean sense of gratification at the reaction; a little payback for the Nobek’s continued disrespect of Krijero. The slight widening of Latwik’s eyes and increased rate of respiration made Gelan think the psych had been right about the dealer. He did have someone he genuinely feared for.
Pressing his advantage, Gelan added, “At least if Byd was in here, you would know he’s safe. That’s not the nicest neighborhood you and your sister are raising him in, especially since he requires supervision. He’s easily led away by strangers, is that right?”
Latwik’s face had gone sickly pale. He refused to meet Gelan’s gaze.
Gelan dug even deeper. “Perhaps the rest of your gang will be so kind as to take care of Byd and Matara Eki since they no doubt know we have you here. I’m sure their unprotected state is of great importance to them.”
Latwik snarled between clenched teeth. “Get them out of there. The others will kill my family.”
Gelan’s heart leapt at his words. He’d ordered Byd and Eki collected before leaving work last night. The pair were presently in a safe house under armed guard. The call he’d placed to check on them this morning had assured him mother and son were doing well.
Latwik didn’t need to know that right now. Gelan was perfectly happy to see him sweat it out.
Instead, he asked, “Now why would anyone want to harm them? A defenseless woman and her disabled son?”
Latwik bared fangs at him. When Gelan didn’t react he reluctantly said, “They’ll kill one and hold the other hostage to keep me quiet. If I remain alive for any length of time, they�
��re both dead.”
“Because as long as you’re alive, there is the chance you’ll talk. Where is Matara Eki’s clan? Surely they should be around to keep them safe.”
The prisoner snorted. “She never clanned. The Dramok who fathered Byd wasn’t part of a clan, and he’s dead.”
“I suppose he was part of your gang? Men do die quite young in that lifestyle.”
Latwik’s temper rose. “Who gives a fuck? I take good care of my family.”
Gelan shook his head. “I’m sure you usually do, except you’re in here. That’s not going to change, Latwik, and we are going to keep you alive. I guess your family will have to take their chances.”
The Nobek screamed at Gelan. “Damn you, the kid’s disabled! He doesn’t deserve to die! Especially the way they’d do it.”
“Well, maybe your friends will take pity on his condition. And a fertile Matara is always in great demand. Usually such a woman would be snatched up by powerful men by now, no matter her background. Your sister would be quite a catch for your lowlife associates. No doubt someone will be happy to take Eki in.”
Latwik snarled. “You bastard. They’ll keep her around just long enough to rape her. Get them out of there!”
Gelan arched an eyebrow at him. “What’s in it for me?”
A thread of desperation filtered into the prisoner’s voice. “If I talk, they’re definitely dead.”
Gelan leaned close, his face only inches from Latwik’s. “If you don’t talk, they’re the gang’s meat. I will not lift one finger for them, Nobek. Your friends can have them with my fondest wishes.”
His stomach curdled at what he said despite knowing the threat was empty. It was unthinkable he would leave an endangered woman out there unprotected. Not to mention a disabled boy who would never be more than a child in mind.
Gelan could see Latwik’s mind working frantically, trying to find a way out of his situation. At last the Nobek’s body sagged in its containment. Gelan’s heart leapt; he was giving up.
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