The syndicate had gone too far. Jol would hunt down and tear apart any gurluck who tried to harm Rivek.
* * * *
Though he did his best to hide it, Rivek was disquieted by Ospar and Jol’s reactions. Jol looked protective, though he should have expected that from his closest Nobek friend. Yet Ospar wore the same expression, even moving near to the priest as Jol did, as if he would shield him with his very body. Their anger on Rivek’s behalf was palpable. They behaved as if the warning he’d been given was the worst possible thing that could happen—and they had faced death themselves.
Something within him woke to the visceral responses from the two men. It was strange and intrusive—and yet comforting. Warm. Welcoming.
His whole being filled with a yearning Rivek wasn’t used to, a desire for more of the security Ospar and Jol wished to shelter him with. An urge to join them in a manner more profound than mere sex.
No. All I want is friendship. I don’t need to do more than like them.
Yet the strength of his feelings shook him, as did their obvious emotional investment in him. It was at odds with his plans to remain above the fray of normal life, to seek total enlightenment.
Emotional commitment invited conflict. Hadn’t Rivek noted it in his parent clan, all of whom were involved in the priesthood? Though happy, they were unable to immerse themselves in the experience Rivek sought. Their union contained no more than the natural differences that accompanied intimate relationships, but it hobbled them in their search for true inner peace.
The last thing he needed on his journey to spiritual bliss was a serious involvement with Ospar and Jol, who courted trouble on a daily basis. Never mind finding complete illumination and absolute tranquility. It would be difficult to maintain the most rudimentary spiritual connection if he remained intimately involved in their contentious lives.
He couldn’t continue as he had. His equilibrium would never be maintained in such an atmosphere of nonstop conflict.
Noticing the rising tide of nervous energy upsetting him, Rivek took a deep breath. It was not the time to wrestle with any kind of decision about his relationship with the other two. Not in the heat of the moment of recognizing he was more invested in Ospar and Jol than he had chosen to be.
Instead, he smiled at the pair, hinting at none of the turmoil of his emotions. “Thank you for your concerns about my safety. In truth, I think you have little to concern yourselves with. It would be intolerable for all but the most evil of men to attack a peaceful priest.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Ospar said darkly. “The people in the syndicate are monsters.”
“Perhaps, but the syndicate’s muscle is chiefly Nobek, isn’t it? Coming after a man such as myself would be beneath most of Jol’s breed. For the most part, Nobeks are a noble lot.” He turned his smile to Jol. “They are far too honorable as a rule to threaten the vulnerable.”
Jol bowed his head in acknowledgement of the subtle praise. “I appreciate your high opinion of those who fall under my classification. The fact remains, there are assholes in any group. Since Nobeks make up the largest category, we have the vast majority of the assholish population.”
His wording struck Rivek as funny. The Imdiko bellowed laughter at Jol’s humor. It erased the tension spawned from realizing the growing depth of his feelings.
Ospar remained concerned. “I don’t want you harmed because of my actions. I also don’t want to have to stop seeing you because my presence puts you in danger.”
Rivek was certain he was safe. “The Nobeks who confronted me are nothing more than bullies. They are using me to intimidate you into dropping out of the race.”
“My political aspirations are not worth it to me if you are threatened. Despite popular opinion, I have my head on straight. I know what is important here.”
Again, the obvious affection gave Rivek pause. Ospar cared. Damn the man, he really cared.
I care too. Enough that it causes me pain to think I could be the reason he might consider abandoning his dreams.
I should end this before any of us gets hurt.
They all needed a distraction. None of them were thinking straight, Rivek most of all. Thankfully, there was always an activity the three of them were ready for, something that occupied both body and mind.
He gave the worried Ospar a sidelong gaze. “Let’s not be hasty about our decisions, my friends. For now, there are no enemies beating down our doors. This is your homecoming, and I wish to celebrate that. You are here, and I am happy. Shall I open the cabinet?”
The word cabinet had the desire effect. Having discovered the number of devices Rivek owned and his expertise in using them, Ospar and Jol were big fans of that piece of furniture and what it stored. All the Imdiko had to do was say, “I wonder what we’ll find in the cabinet today,” and his favorite Dramok and Nobek would forget the cares that deviled them.
The result was the same as ever. Ospar’s grin returned, turning his handsome face into its most charismatic countenance. Jol’s dangerous look had shifted from terrifyingly outraged to tantalizing.
What was new was the blatant tug at Rivek’s heart. Yes, things were getting too intense on an emotional level. Later, he would meditate on them and extract the nuisance with logic and reason.
Meanwhile, Rivek would bask in the moment and deal with the questions later. It had been days since he’d seen Ospar and Jol—since he’d enjoyed them. There was no need to confuse his hungry cocks with a heart gone sentimental.
Ospar licked his lips and said, “The tools are only as effective as the person wielding them. Now that I’ve had a little time off to consider your collection—well, I wouldn’t mind testing my abilities with a few new pieces.”
“With your permission, of course,” Jol added.
Rivek’s shafts perked up as he realized they’d concocted a specific plan of pleasure, one he was destined to be the center of. “Oh, you’ve put your heads together on this, have you? Far be it for me to deny inspiration.”
“You’ll want to lock the door, Master,” Jol warned.
“As you wish. Door, close and lock.”
They started by first uncinching the knotted sash at his waist. They’d had enough encounters for Ospar and Jol to know how he liked his robes and sash hung from the pegs on the wall. He appreciated their conscientiousness as they took care of his clothing, peeling off the silk layers and draping them in their accustomed places so that they wouldn’t wrinkle. He chuckled to himself as they did so. The polite manner in which they treated his garments was at odds to the rougher play he enjoyed when it came to fucking.
Maybe some day he’d let them treat him in a more tender fashion, to see if it could be as enthralling as the activities they usually indulged in.
But not today. Please, not today.
Happily, they were their usual demanding selves as soon as the shorts Rivek trained in were stripped. Jol’s rough, calloused hands rasped against his skin. Ospar’s strong grip gave no quarter. Kisses included the sharp sting of nipping teeth. After being on the campaign tour for over a week, they re-acquainted themselves with the priest in the most delicious fashion.
They made him hard and swollen before Ospar broke free to rummage in the cabinet. He wasn’t gone for more than a couple of seconds, returning with a strip of black silk that had once been part of Rivek’s aspirant robes. “I hope you’re not afraid of the dark,” Ospar teased.
“It’s not the dark that makes me pause, but what’s in it.”
“That would be us,” Jol purred in his distant-thunder voice.
“Then I might be somewhat nervous.”
He chuckled with them. Excited to discover what they were about, he allowed them to blindfold him. They hadn’t done anything in the realm of sensory deprivation yet. He looked forward to it.
“Kneel,” Jol encouraged, helping him to his knees on his exercise mat. As he crouched down, Ospar began messing about in the cabinet again. More surprises were on the way. His se
xes throbbed, agreeing that they were on board with the unexpected.
Rivek grinned as a thick leather collar circled his throat. He knew the piece, had used it on several occasions, in fact. It had a large number of hooks, allowing a number of tethers, leashes, and straps to be attached. He wondered what his playmates were up to.
He got his answer when leather cuffs circled his wrists and were clipped to the collar, leaving his arms helpless. More sounds of rummaging in the cabinet preceded his ankles being bound between something stiff and unyielding. A spreader bar that could be extended to leave him wide open for whatever his exciting captors decided to fuck him with. Things were taking a turn for the alluring.
“Don’t worry about following orders,” came Ospar’s happy voice. “You won’t hear them.”
“Not from your collection, but mine.” Jol’s low laugh sounded merciless.
Soft cups enclosed each of Rivek’s ears, circling their entirety and cutting off all sound. Now things were definitely interesting. No sight nor sound to impede his awareness of smell, taste, and feel.
The priest was sensitive to the mingled scents of his and his companions’ arousal. Jol’s spiciness, with a pleasant undercurrent of an almost animal-like musk. Ospar’s sweeter aroma, which Rivek knew was matched by the man’s delightful flavor. His own somewhat electric smell, sharper than the rest. They wafted together in an arousing bouquet, making him inhale in appreciation. He opened his mouth to taste the air and found a hint of the zest there. It was a heady mix, causing his dicks to pulse with arousal.
Hands ran over him again, once more gripping him with command. Rivek recognized Jol’s harsher touch as he swept aside the curtain of the priest’s knee-length hair. Then the Nobek squeezed his buttocks. Ospar’s silkier fingers and palms moving up and down his shafts. Rivek groaned, his excitement loud in his skull. By the ancestors, they made him feel good.
Mouths, lips, tongues, and teeth returned as well. Jol’s wet, nipping kisses traveled from the back of his neck down his spine. Ospar followed a similar path down the front of Rivek’s torso, pausing to suck and lick his nipples until they became sharp diamond points. Down. Down. Lower still. Jol’s teeth indenting the mounds of his ass. Ospar licking the bases of his lengths, making them jerk in reaction. Kissing a path to one inner thigh and down to the meatiest part.
Rivek sighed when the rousing kissing ended. Yes, being cut off from sight and sound had rendered things more provoking. More intense. Thrills chased up and down his spine, and warmth pooled in his lower erection. He waited for the next stimulating touches, wondering where they would land.
Shocking stabs of pain embedded in his ass and his thigh where they had left off. Rivek gasped at the breathtaking agony, but the hurts were already fading, replaced by damp circles of heat. Mouths.
Ospar and Jol had bitten him with their fangs, imbedding in his butt cheek and thigh. The hollow, pointed teeth injected a toxin into him. It would heighten his amplified senses and leave him unable—unwilling—to protest anything they did to him. Had he been able to hear, he’d have followed any order put to him, no matter what it would have cost.
It’s a good thing I can trust them.
By the time they withdrew, tiny surges of passion were throbbing through his cocks. Rivek had little doubt his primary spurted pre-cum at regular intervals. He was crazy-aroused, convinced he could sense even the slightest air currents eddying around him. His groin tightened with swollen need.
The men shifted, moving about. The heady scent of their passion increased. Then a damp tip rubbed along his lower lip, coating it with masculine excitement. The Imdiko opened his mouth, eager to taste. Someone grabbed a handful of hair near to his scalp, holding him still, keeping him from lunging forward to envelope the tantalizing shaft. The hot flesh circled the rim, teasing rather than pushing in.
Rivek licked the tapered end of the teasing dick. He recognized Ospar’s spicy-honey essence. Eager for it, he lapped at as much as his straining tongue could reach, moaning for more.
He got it. The erection forged inside, sliding towards his throat. Rivek swallowed it, sucking at Ospar’s juices. The length jerked as it pulled out, spurting pre-cum for him to claim.
Divine.
Ospar stroked in and out for a few seconds before exiting. Then there was another to draw upon, Jol’s muskier savor. Rivek swallowed that too, taking the Nobek all the way to the end.
They took turns with him for several minutes, switching off after half a dozen thrusts. Rivek had never been so aware of the thick veins on the underside of the flesh. He noticed the subtleties of flavor and scent, though Ospar and Jol had become familiar to him by then. He sensed how Jol curved a little more and how Ospar seemed to run at a slightly higher temperature. The details were fascinating to him and fed his excitement.
When they withdrew altogether, his own cocks felt like weights pulling at his groin. Ancestors, he was hard. Full of bubbling lava. His head swam with delight.
Then they were rubbing him again, though their hands were wet. No, not wet. Slick. They’d selected from his bottles of lotions or oils. Rivek wondered what they’d chosen to massage into his skin.
They concentrated on his nipples and shafts. After coating those parts with whatever they’d chosen, there was another short interval, during which nothing happened. Perhaps they waited for the gels they’d put on him to take effect.
Then something hard and slippery probed at his anus. Not flesh. Rivek instinctively tried to clench, but the venom overrode that automatic reaction. He relaxed, surrendering to the unheard order that he acquiesce to everything they chose to do to him.
The item ventured in further. A plug. Perhaps a dildo. The Imdiko wouldn’t know until it was more fully embedded, its ultimate length and girth the only clues to solve the mystery.
As it forged in and out, pushing deeper within him with each stroke, fucking him, he became aware of a coolness on a nipple. Then on the other. A breeze. In his consultation chamber? How odd.
Another draft, warmer, drifting across his dicks. The dildo—he was sure that’s what it was now—pushing insistently, its width spreading his anus, making it sting. Cooler gusts on his nipples. A balmy waft on his shafts.
The dildo slid against his prostate. Rivek moaned at the jolt of pleasure that clapped inside him. His ass stung more, however, protesting the incursion. Why the irritating prickles? It hadn’t been but a few days since he had fucked Jol and Ospar. He’d always been pliant, in any case.
A slice of actual cold air on his left nipple, chilly enough to make Rivek catch his breath. Another on the other nipple, frigid enough to bite.
Sultry heat on his lengths.
Rivek realized what his lovers had done to him. Cooling oil on his nipples, which would make any touch, even as innocent as a breath, feel icy. Warming gel on his erections, which would react in the opposite manner from the same stimuli. And judging from the prickling discomfort of his entrance, the fire pepper lotion had been added to the dildo lubricant.
The sensations were increasing with each passing second, warring with each other. With his senses enhanced by bite and the loss of sight and hearing, Rivek was tossed into a maelstrom of hyper-awareness.
A raspy thumb dragged across a nipple, and shards of freezing daggers drove into Rivek’s chest. A rough-velvet tongue laved the other, repeating the torment. At the same moment, smooth palms grasped his cocks, and enthralling flames blasted through his groin.
Meanwhile, it felt as if dozens of insects nipped at his sensitive ass ring. The bright nova of luscious pressure on his cumspot joined with the ecstasy coming from his shafts.
Vicious frost against his nipples, so brutal that it burned. The better searing sensation up and down the length of his swollen dicks. The biting pain of his entrance. The glorious brilliance of friction against his prostate.
Agony and ecstasy tossed Rivek to and fro, each side tugging relentlessly, ripping him asunder. He couldn’t escape it. There was nowhere to
go. No mercy from those antagonizing and delighting him. He was trapped, his will to escape screaming that he do so, his intoxicated brain refusing to let him.
Rivek felt maddened. All his treasured tranquility evaporated in a wash of violent passion. The hurt of the cold and his entrance fed into a desperate lust. Somehow, his mind equated sexual release as his escape out of the chaos consuming him.
In the madness that owned him, his hips jerked, feeding himself into Ospar’s hands. The motion also drove the dildo against his hotspot. Feverish triumph flared bright. It would take maybe a dozen thrusts, and he would come. The raw brutality drove him with relentless power.
His groin drew tight. Lava flowed into his secondary phallus. That filled, and the tidal force spilled into his primary. He was on the brink.
The dildo slid out of his passage. The fingers on his nipple ceased plucking and pinching. The mouth left his other nipple. Worst of all, Ospar freed his cocks.
Hands grabbed his still pumping hips. An unspoken order to stop, an insistence his venom-soaked brain couldn’t defy. Halting him just as the insane strain was ready to let go.
Did he scream? Rivek was certain he must have, a strangled shriek that didn’t begin to voice his agony. Madness steamrolled through him, shutting off all lucid thought. He was an animal caught in a cage so tight he couldn’t turn, couldn’t move. Caught with his rapid-fire pulse pounding in his sexes.
After several seconds, an object wedged between his teeth, holding his jaw open. Some distant part of his once-civilized brain whispered, mouth guard. It drove him crazier, because the sudden urge to snap at his tormentors had taken hold.
Then something he could have taken out that frustration on pushed into his frozen mouth. It was delicious with its warmth, its spicy-sweetness, its silky texture over firm steel. Flesh. Luscious, hot flesh.
He couldn’t bite it, but he could suck on it, swallow the nectar that covered it. He did so, moaning with delight as it moved against his tongue. It fed into his throat, sliding back to spurt a sample of spicy sweetness, but with a hint of saltiness added in. As he was engrossed in consuming as much of the delectable offering as he could, welcome pressure pushed into his ass. Remembering the excruciating bliss of the last time he’d been filled, he relaxed his backside, welcoming the intrusion. The invader shoved inside him in a single slick thrust, rubbing in the electric spot that made his dicks bob with hope.
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