Clan and Conviction (Clan Beginnings)

by Tracy St. John

  Gelan licked one of Krijero’s nipples. The sizzling blast to his groin made the Imdiko jerk and cry out. Gelan made a low sound in his throat in appreciation.

  He told Wynhod, “I think I know exactly what I want to do with this gorgeous body.”

  The Nobek answered, “Just don’t get in the way of my strap, or you might get a little taste of pain yourself.”

  Gelan laughed. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

  The men stepped away, leaving Krijero standing stretched wide and waiting. He wondered what besides the strapping would happen. He got his answer a moment later when Gelan returned with the longest anal plug Krijero had ever seen. The flesh-colored piece was also wider than the norm.

  “Wait until you feel this,” the Dramok grinned. He opened a bottle he’d also brought. He squirted lube into the palm of his hand and rubbed the gel all over the plug. Then he stepped behind Krijero and braced one hand on his shoulder.

  “Open up, Imdiko.”

  Krijero licked his lips and relaxed against the hard object pressing against his ass. Gelan eased it inside nice and slow. It seemed rather tame compared to some of the things Krijero had allowed done to his butt over the years. Then the thick length hit his hot spot inside.

  Sumptuous heat and an ecstatic charge shot up the Imdiko’s spine. He groaned embarrassingly loud, and his cock seeped a few drops of pre-cum. So that was why the thing was so damned long. It had been made to rub the prostate, just as it did now. Krijero shuddered, and it moved inside him with just that small jerking. Another surge of electricity. Krijero panted for breath and tried to hold still.

  Gelan’s voice filled with dark amusement. “Perfect. Now a couple other things.”

  He showed Krijero a thick, rubbery-looking black circlet. The Imdiko’s heart sank at the sight.

  Gelan chuckled. “Not looking very happy, I see. Someone doesn’t like cockrings, Wynhod.”

  “Poor fellow. I’ll keep that in mind for future torment.”

  The Dramok peered at Krijero, the merriment chased away by a stern, commanding expression that told the Imdiko he would receive no mercy. “You are giving this body to us to use as we see fit, aren’t you?” Gelan asked.

  Krijero drew a deep breath. He was already close to coming with that plug sitting right on his trigger spot. Wynhod’s strapping would only make him more eager for release. He hated having a cockring choking his pleasure off, but if he was to last more than a few minutes, it was a necessary evil.

  He acquiesced with a slight nod. “Yes, Dramok. My body belongs to you for your pleasure tonight.”

  “Good.”

  Krijero had lubricated so profusely that Gelan had no trouble slipping the ring onto him all the way up to the base of his primary cock. The grip of it was tight and uncompromising. He would not be able to ejaculate until Gelan and Wynhod allowed it.

  A warm hand stroked over his buttocks. Krijero jerked in surprise, his ass clenching tight. That ground the anal plug against his hot spot. The Imdiko moaned throatily and pulled hard against the tethers on his wrists. The bonds held tight. He moaned again to feel how helpless he was against the two men.

  By the ancestors, why had he agreed to this?

  He could hear the smile in Wynhod’s voice. “There will be a lot more of those sounds of pleasure before the night is done.”

  “Louder too.” Gelan showed Krijero what looked like a soft pouch. “Have you ever had someone use one of these on you before?”

  The Imdiko blinked at it. It opened at one end, about big enough to slip a bottle of kloq in. Its tan skin was thick, and there were ridges inside it. “No, Dramok.”

  Gelan’s gaze cut to Wynhod, who continued to stroke Krijero’s ass. “This is going to be fun.”

  He slipped it over Krijero’s main cock. The Imdiko frowned. A sleeve for his dick? It was a bit loose. If his prick hadn’t been standing nearly straight up at attention, the sleeve would fall off.

  Gelan showed him a small control box no bigger than a com unit. “Remote controlled. Let’s tighten that right up.”

  The sleeve’s circumference drew in on itself until it enclosed the Imdiko’s cock in a soft, snug grip. The pressure felt good, making him throb. Krijero shivered hard, and the anal plug dug into his prostate. Thick excitement jolted through his secondary cock and tried to push its way into the other. He groaned. Damn, he couldn’t move without that thing sending pleasure through his loins. It tortured him.

  Gelan’s expression grew more evil and delighted with every passing second. “Shivering? We can’t have that. Maybe you’d like a little extra warmth too.”

  The sleeve heated, making Krijero’s sexual flesh toasty and more aroused than ever. His head fell back and he sobbed a breathless cry to the ceiling overhead. His secondary cock was thick with excitement and trying to shove a fountain of cum up into its larger companion. The cockring held eruption at bay, however, making the Imdiko’s gut feel heavy and full.

  “Now for the friction.”

  The fucking thing on his dick moved. The inside of the sleeve slid up and down on Krijero’s cock, working him slow and steady. It felt like a tight, strong hand stroking him, trying to make him come. Sensation roiled, trying to coax his seed out, and his entire lower half convulsed with agonized need. The cockring held him tight however, refusing to let Krijero erupt the hot, molten stream fighting to get free.

  The Imdiko very nearly screamed. He jerked, his hips shoving forward instinctively. The plug up his ass grated hard against his cum spot. Shattering orgasm filled his loins, crashing brutally against the base of his cock where the ring kept it trapped.

  Krijero did scream then. He twisted violently against the tethers holding him prisoner as vicious want drummed insistently to be set free. He had nowhere to go. No way to get loose. No way to come.

  Gelan got up on the sleeping mat and kneeled right in front of Krijero. His gaze riveted on the Imdiko’s face, watching the bound man react to the insane pleasuring and torture he had wrought. Krijero tried to sob a plea to the Dramok, but he couldn’t find the ability to form words. He was out of his mind with arousal.

  The Imdiko felt so crazed with erotic need that he at first failed to note the sensation of something gently stroking over his back, ass, thighs, belly, and chest. It whispered compared to the deafening clamor of the other things happening to him.

  Panting, making noises that sounded suspiciously like whimpers, Krijero finally detected the barely-there touch. He looked to see what was happening to him now.

  Wynhod looked at him over his shoulder as he dragged a looped leather strap over Krijero’s skin. The Imdiko went very still despite his rioting senses. He’d completely forgotten Wynhod’s intention to beat his ass.

  “No,” he moaned, remembering in his desperation how to beg for mercy. “I can’t, no more, I really, really can’t—”

  “Hush,” the Nobek said, his tone almost gentle. “I’ve been looking forward to this for months. Are you really going to let me get you in this position and then try to convince me to stop?”

  Gelan weighed in. “You did tell us your body was ours for the night.”

  Krijero made a strangled noise deep in his throat. The strap ran down his abdomen to caress his cocks. They jerked as climax swelled in his groin only to be washed back unrealized. He yanked desperately at the straps around his wrists.

  “Easy. Don’t hurt yourself. That’s my job.” Wynhod chuckled and drew back.

  The first strike on Krijero’s ass was almost tender, barely stinging his buttocks. The Imdiko, keyed up to the breaking point, jerked anyway. The action once more made the butt plug jab deep, sending ripples of harsh elation through his body. He opened his mouth wide to howl.

  Gelan pushed something into Krijero’s mouth. The Imdiko abruptly found himself unable to close his jaw. Gelan had placed a mouth jack over his teeth, made to keep him from biting down. The stiff mold held his mouth wide open. A plate covered his palate, rendering his fangs incapable of
unhinging.

  Wynhod’s strap splashed across the Imdiko’s ass again, this time harder. Krijero cringed from the burning sting and more erotic ecstasy drove through his loins. He shrieked from the wild swirl of pain and pleasure. Release fought to escape and failed once again.

  Gelan stood on the sleeping mat and opened the crotch of his pants. One hand seized the back of Krijero’s head. With the other, the Dramok guided his glistening penis to the Imdiko’s braced mouth. The sharp-sweetish flavor of Gelan’s cock glided over the Imdiko’s tongue.

  Wynhod’s strap fell faster and harder, sending Krijero’s ass into paroxysms of delighted agony. Meanwhile, Gelan fucked his mouth, sending his hot, pulsing cock into the psych’s throat while the second one rubbed up and down his chin. Krijero instinctively swallowed to take the length without choking, his screams muffled when he could draw breath to utter them.

  It was a maelstrom of torturous rapture, the likes of which the Imdiko had never known in all his forays in the pleasure clubs. Bliss and misery combined to drive him out of his mind with craving.

  Gelan’s delicious cock slipped in and out. The Dramok gasped as he fucked Krijero’s mouth, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. His prick was so hot, the veins pulsing hard and fast. Had Krijero not been so consumed with his own needs, he would have enjoyed serving Gelan’s, making the big man groan and his juices flow. However, being at Gelan’s service only heightened the Imdiko’s desperate want, increasing his carnal agony.

  The warm sleeve on his cock continued to stroke his eager flesh with its unmerciful soft grip. Added to the constant rubbing of the cum spot deep in his ass, lust coiled violently tight in Krijero’s groin. The pressure grew and grew as eager climax tried time and again to push free, only to be pushed back by the tight grip of the cockring.

  The steady fall of Wynhod’s strap against Krijero’s defenseless ass added thrilling stings and fiery heat to the maelstrom. The Imdiko couldn’t help but jerk with each slap of leather against flesh, grinding the ass plug ever harder into his prostate.

  His conscious mind uncoupled, overwhelmed by the continuous cycle of ecstatic torture. He lost all knowledge of himself as a man, as a thinking being. Only raw, desperate want and the inability to satisfy it existed. His brain, a continuously thinking, evaluating, worrying creature, ceased to work. Krijero was reduced to an organism of pure sensation.

  The wondrous heat and pain of the strapping finally quit after endless minutes of erotic agony. The monstrous delight of the butt plug tugged free, and Krijero nearly wept with both loss and relief. The emptying was shortlived however. A moment later, something much thicker and hotter bullied its way in, filling him once again and shoving against that cum spot to make him scream. A thickly muscled forearm wrapped around Krijero’s waist, holding him still as Wynhod fucked him hard.

  The Imdiko had no choice but to endure, to take the two men as they worked his mouth and ass. His smaller cock ached with the pressure of being forced to contain his release. He could only look up at Gelan with streaming eyes, moaning his pleas around the driving cock.

  The Dramok caressed his cheek. His expression was tender. “Let him go, my Nobek.”

  Wynhod’s gasping filled Krijero’s ear. He reached down and, as the sleeve loosened around the Imdiko’s straining prick, he pulled it and the cockring off. The enforcer’s hand closed around Krijero’s cock. He pumped once, twice.

  The cataclysm came hard and fast, exploding out of Krijero’s secondary dick to fill the first then bursting forth in a torrential flood. The Imdiko felt molten, thick liquid stream against his belly and chest. Then he knew no more for a white explosion of eternity.

  He came back to air echoing with the groans of his companions. Sweet-salty spice spurted over his tongue and down his throat, and more heat pulsed up his ass. Gelan and Wynhod were coming inside him, filling him with their pleasure. Krijero shuddered between them, his mind struggling to resume thought. It only mattered that his companions were satisfied with him, that they had found bliss within his body.

  The Imdiko swallowed every drop Gelan gave him, rolling the strong flavor of the Dramok on his tongue, enjoying the transient feeling of being a part of something bigger than just an unemotional encounter. That seemed to kick his brain back into gear, and he became aware of himself and his situation once more.

  The sex had been amazing. He’d never been pushed so hard or so far. That it couldn’t last, possibly ending with this one night, was a secondary concern as Krijero’s body glowed with satiety. He could accept it for what it was and move on. The world didn’t have to end simply because he’d had sex with Gelan and Wynhod, men he’d dreamed of, fantasized about, wished for. It certainly hadn’t ended when Pertak left him, as much as he’d once wanted it to.

  Nevermind his heart cried out for more. Krijero knew better. He might be clumsy and a mess to look at, but he wasn’t stupid. This little encounter would end eventually, and he’d be ready for it.

  Gelan and Wynhod, sighing with appreciation, untied him. They did so, kissing and stroking him all over all the while. Such consideration after the fucking was done didn’t usually happen at the pleasure clubs. It was a nice change to be petted and appreciated for what Krijero had given them. He basked in the care. When his legs failed to hold him up and they laughingly carried him to the shower, he let them with a contented smile.

  As water sluiced over his body and the other two men washed him with thoughtful attention, Gelan asked, “So. Any complaints about our lovemaking techniques you can share with us?”

  Krijero lifted his heavy eyelids to stare at the Dramok. He’d damned near been falling asleep on his feet. They’d fucked him senseless in a way that had left him in an altered state of euphoria.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” he mumbled.

  The polished granite walls of the shower echoed with laughter from the other two men.

  Chapter 6

  Wynhod set out cups and packs of vitamin juice on the granite counter in the soft light of the new morning. A few steps away, Gelan cooked strips of cured teglit and some fresh-grown repeb from the produce market over the hot griddle. He had toasted grain pockets at the ready to put the sizzling bits in. The smell filled their small but efficient kitchen, making Wynhod’s mouth water. He was starving. His appetite was ravenous, especially after last night’s enjoyments.

  Wynhod thought of Krijero, still fast asleep in the bed. He couldn’t help but smile a little to himself. It had been pleasant to sleep curled against the Imdiko’s back the night before. Waking this morning to see Gelan sleepily contemplating the man snuggled up against his shoulder had been nice too. Neither of them had spoken or moved for several minutes. They had simply held Krijero between them, both loathing to rise from his warmth to start the day.

  He fit quite well there in the middle of the sleeping mat between them. Like a piece of a puzzle nearly completed.

  Wynhod finally spoke the first words uttered this morning. “What’s our next move with him?”

  Gelan frowned at the strips in the griddle. “I’m not sure. We need to keep him close and let him get to know us better. Build the trust he needs to get over whatever happened to make him so reluctant to clan.”

  “We should ask him about that. I’m betting it has something to do with that Dramok he lived with.”

  Gelan raised his gaze to meet the Nobek’s eyes. “Damn Wynhod, that happened 17 years ago. It would have been a pretty terrible breakup to affect him for so long.”

  Wynhod shrugged. That little tidbit comprised almost everything they knew about Krijero’s personal past. “No known relationships since then. Isn’t that what your research on him found?”

  “Yeah.” Gelan’s frown deepened to become an outright scowl. “What has to happen between two men to make one refuse to entertain the slightest notion of clanning ever again?”

  “Imdikos are sensitive. Krijero’s not the first of his breed I’ve heard of to do such a thing. They usually get over it
after a few months though, when they meet the right Dramok or Nobek.”

  “Not our Imdiko, though. Seventeen fucking years.” Gelan shook his head, making his cornrowed braids whisper against the fabric of his formsuit as he filled the grain pockets. “We need to get him to open up at some point. At any rate, breakfast is ready.”

  “I’ll go get our guest.” Wynhod headed towards the sleeping room, leaving Gelan to set the table.

  * * * *

  Warm, soft lips moved against Krijero’s, bringing him to consciousness. He didn’t open his eyes, didn’t attempt to drive back gently enfolding sleep. Instead, he kissed back, opening his mouth to let his tongue explore. Another tongue met his, tasting, twining, stroking.

  The Imdiko moaned into the mouth of the other, his arms circling a thick neck, drawing the man kissing him closer. His cocks twitched in interest, slowly filling with heat.

  A chuckle vibrated the lips on his. Wynhod spoke against his mouth. “Don’t get me too aroused, Imdiko. Breakfast is ready and Gelan will be angry if we let it get cold.”

  Krijero sighed and loosened his grip on the Nobek. He finally opened his eyes to see the other man smiling down on him. Memories of last night came flooding back, and Krijero’s cocks gave an eager jerk. Damn, that had been amazing.

  “No morning delight?” he asked, his tone almost plaintive.

  Wynhod grinned but shook his head. “You don’t want Gelan mad at us.”

  Krijero yawned and gave up. “I can imagine that. Sometimes he acts more Nobek than Dramok.”

  Wynhod went still. Krijero froze under the piercing look the enforcer gave him.

  In a soft voice, the Nobek said, “I will thank you to keep that observation to yourself, Krijero. I will not have his breed challenged. It would end my clanship with him.”

  Krijero slowly sat up, his eyes never leaving Wynhod. “You think he was mis-classified?”

  The other man’s mouth tightened. “His parents tell stories of his destructiveness as a child. Wild rages during which he destroyed things, just like a member of my breed. He has a lot of leadership characteristics at the same time. It could be he is half-Dramok, half-Nobek.”