Joseph
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Almon heaved Joseph to the sleeping mat. The smaller male hadn’t stopped bouncing on the soft surface before the Nobek jumped on top of him. The next few moments were a torrent of flailing arms and legs as the pair wrestled each other. Almon could have overcome Joseph with little effort, but he noticeably held back, giving the Earther opportunities to squirm loose. From there, Joseph would pretend to try to escape, only to be dragged back into the fray. Almon would occasionally let Joseph climb on top of him before rolling him over and pinning him.
Each time the Nobek won a round, he’d pull an article of clothing off Joseph. It wasn’t too long before the Earther was naked, his cock blatant with excitement.
Almon had once again gotten the upper hand when he decided the grappling part of the fun was over. His fangs sank into Joseph’s thigh, mere inches from his engorged shaft. Joseph groaned as euphoria swirled through his senses, urging him to cease all attempts to break free.
The Nobek loomed over him, his shirt hanging open to display the strong, scarred chest that Joseph couldn’t help but run his hands all over. As he did so, Almon returned the favor and then some, his heavy paws rubbing his shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, thighs. “My sweet little man,” he growled.
Their eyes met and they stopped moving at the same second, as if obeying some silent signal. Joseph wasn’t sure he breathed in that instant. All the universe was Almon. His sight filled with the powerful warrior. The cinnamon-y aroma of Kalquorian arousal permeated the air he breathed, and he yearned for the taste he knew was his for the asking. The feeling of the other’s touch on him, the anticipation of that body against his, of the other’s manhood driving into him—Almon was his world. He was all that mattered.
The Nobek saw the adoration. His mighty voice rumbled. “Thank you.”
Not breaking his gaze, Joseph shook his head. “No, thank you. For saving me. And I don’t just mean from that maniac. You gave me the life I thought I could never have. Almon, you are my life.”
“You know what I would tell you, if it weren’t an insult to do so.”
I love you.
“I know.”
Almon covered him, his mouth descending on Joseph’s. The Earther clung as they kissed, rubbing himself against the Nobek as his lover’s venom took control and desire raised its siren song. He moaned, excitement driving him to rut against the other’s abdomen, chasing rapturous jolts of passion.
“My boy is naughty. Are you trying to come without my permission?” Almon glared at him.
“No, Nobek.” Yet as he denied his guilt, Joseph reached between them, grasping his own cock and masturbating in open revolt.
Almon didn’t bother to tell him how much trouble he was in. He sat up, pulling Joseph with him and putting him over his legs. Even when he pinned the Earther’s wrists to the small of his back, Joseph refused to behave. He humped the muscular thigh beneath him, enjoying his disobedience and looking forward to the trouble it would bring him.
And what trouble it was. Almon had never spanked him so hard, blistering his ass with that powerful, calloused hand. Joseph jerked and squalled, his struggles to escape far more serious than during their earlier wrestling match. Almon smacked his vulnerable backside until Joseph screamed he wouldn’t misbehave again.
“Sit on the edge of the mat,” the Nobek ordered when he at last allowed Joseph up. “And don’t you dare move a muscle unless you want a second round of what I just gave you.”
Joseph obeyed, though settling his weight on his thrashed rear was misery. But when he whimpered and gazed up at Almon with the most pathetic expression he could muster, the Nobek only glanced at the Earther’s livid shaft and snorted.
No sympathy when he’s well aware of how much I enjoy this sort of play.
Still, Joseph experienced a stab of anxiety as Almon rummaged in the toy drawer. Items spilled to the floor as he searched through the contents. It was loaded up to the point where the Nobek had mused that he should clear out another drawer, because there were too many sex tools available for sale that he wished to use on Joseph. At the rate he collected devices, Joseph thought they’d have to rent a bigger apartment, with a room dedicated solely to sex.
Life was pretty damned great.
The first items Almon brought out were hover cuffs, a pair for Joseph’s wrists and a pair for his ankles. He also took out a butt plug, one of the larger ones, as well as lubricant.
“Ass in the air. It needs to be filled.”
The plug teased his anus open, the muscles stretching with a hint of strain that Joseph found as arousing as it was uncomfortable. Almon amused himself by fucking Joseph with the plug for a little while, spreading the Earther’s cheeks wide to watch, no doubt imagining later when it would be his sexes taking the toy’s place.
“That ass does love to be fucked, doesn’t it, boy? Answer me.”
“Yes, Nobek. My ass loves it when you fuck it.”
The plug settled into place. “Turn over and sit on the edge again.”
Joseph’s whimpers grew when the Nobek not only affixed his wrists to the small of his back once more, but also ordered the cuffs to elevate his feet off the floor, opening his legs wide, so that all his weight rested on his spanked butt.
He was distracted from some of the misery when Almon stripped, putting his masculine magnificence on display. Joseph licked his lips at the sight of the carved muscle that covered every inch of the Nobek’s frame. The desperation to climb all over him was overwhelming. He whispered the other man’s name, and Almon smiled.
His own flesh jerked when the Kalquorian next withdrew a double cockring from the drawer and slid it over his gleaming twin shafts. Such a device would keep Almon engorged and restrict him from coming until he took it off. Its presence meant Almon meant to fuck Joseph for a long, long while. The Earther’s ass gave an involuntary twinge at the notion of being under his Nobek for an extended period, during which Almon might allow him to climax multiple times—or not at all.
Either way, it was damned thrilling to contemplate.
It was perfectly clear where those swollen organs were going when Almon produced the mouthguard, which had been custom made from a mold of Joseph’s teeth. The other item he took out was not so readily identifiable, however. Almon brought the flat disc and mouthguard over, as well as a tube of lubricating gel.
“New surprise for you, boy,” he said with a devious grin. “One you’ll get familiar with fairly quickly, since we’re making an afternoon of it. Open up.”
Joseph obeyed, allowing Almon to fit the guard in. It not only covered his teeth, but kept his jaw gaping wide, the right amount to accommodate the Nobek’s thick lengths while offering them a nice, snug fit.
Once he was prepared for Almon’s oral pleasure, the Nobek pushed the center of the mystery disc. It elongated into a cylinder, with one open end. Small buttons encircled that part.
“It responds to body heat.” Almon poured some of the gel on the inside, as well as on Joseph’s engorged dick. He twitched uncontrollably at the delicious sensation of the liquid running from the crown down toward his balls.
Almon slid the mystery cylinder over Joseph’s length. At once, it tightened around him, enclosing his manhood with an exciting grip. He groaned.
“I thought you’d enjoy it, my boy.”
Almon touched a silver button. The sleeve vibrated gently as it leisurely moved up and down, pumping him. His surprised shout as bliss suffused his sex made the Nobek chuckle.
“Another successful experiment. Although with it set on slow and random, you might find it more torture than fun. Now for my turn with my fuck sleeve.”
He grasped Joseph’s head, pulling the gasping Earther close to his groin, his free hand pulling the larger shaft towards his belly, out of the way. Almon filled his lover’s mouth with his secondary, thrusting slow and shallow against his tongue. The sharp spice of his natural lubricant was a thick coating, and Joseph gulped it in reflex.
“That’s nice. I do enjoy f
ucking my boy’s mouth. Especially putting my cock down his throat.”
With that as Joseph’s only warning, Almon pushed in deep, insisting Joseph swallow him or choke. With the thrumming sheath working him and distracting him, instinct served as Joseph’s salvation from gagging on the twitching girth Almon made him take.
The sleeve switched off as Almon withdrew to resume shorter strokes. Joseph rolled his eyes up to look at his lover. A thrill shot down his spine to see the feral excitement on the Nobek’s face.
His voice was primitive too, reduced to an animal’s growl. “I love watching you take me, whether it’s your mouth or ass. Watching myself disappear into your flesh, seeing my cocks sink into you—nothing excites me more, boy. Especially when you give yourself over, leaving no way out of what I desire from you.”
Joseph shivered. When Almon wanted him, he did surrender all of himself, no questions asked. It was terrifying at times, but eternally exciting.
The cock sleeve switched on again. Joseph moaned as electric exhilaration bolted through his sex, encouraging him to writhe despite the soreness of his spanked bottom. Almon’s breath caught, and he shoved his full length in again. He pumped in and out quickly, rutting.
“Ancestors, it feels good when you moan. Let me hear it, boy. Let me feel it.”
The sensation of hot, eager masculinity rubbing over his tongue mingled somehow with the delicate pull and tremors of the sheath on Joseph, igniting his senses. When Almon retreated, allowing him to draw breath, the bound prisoner couldn’t stop from uttering excited noises.
“Fuck, that’s good. What a sweet mouth you have, boy. My pretty mouth to fuck.”
Almon’s dirty talk, his humping Joseph’s face, and the sleeve clinging to the Earther’s length, were shoving the younger male to rapture. His balls heated, roiling with intensity, until passion started to push up into his shaft. The intoxicant in his system told him he could ignore Almon’s warnings about waiting for permission, that he could come if he wished.
The sleeve shut off.
Joseph wailed a cry of dismay, muffled by his mouthful of Almon. The Nobek chuckled breathlessly. “Not getting what you want? Well, allow me give you something else, then.”
He pulled his smaller cock out and it was the primary’s turn. After a few strokes, Joseph forgot his disappointment. The added flavor of Almon’s pre-cum, forming drop after drop, was a sweetish-spicy delight. He sucked it like the treat it was, making the Nobek groan satisfyingly.
The sheath hummed to life once more. It was Joseph’s turn to whimper as the steady ache of desire grew to painful bliss. The hurt of his rear only added to the thrills coursing through him.
“My boy. My boy,” Almon moaned.
Joseph had never dared to dream of such a perfect moment. His strong, incredible Nobek stood before him, thrusting his luscious flesh in, setting off sensuality to permeate his entire being. It was beyond mere sex, though that was undoubtedly the main activity they engaged in. It was an acknowledgment—an outright declaration—of who Joseph Walker was. A man who loved another man, with every fiber of his being, without shame or apology.
He wouldn’t hide from his truth again.
Almon withdrew and stepped back. “Hover cuffs, pull subject to horizontal.”
The cuffs obeyed, lifting Joseph up and off the bed, putting him in the air at the Nobek’s waist-level. Almon pushed him so that he floated over the bed, then ordered the cuffs to set him down on the mat, his arms out wide. He arranged Joseph’s legs so that his hips curled high. Almon knelt, his cocks twitching over Joseph’s buttocks.
Without a word, he seized the base of the butt plug and fucked Joseph with it once again. The Earther whimpered, galvanized by heat despite the sleeve having switched off. In that position, the long plug rubbed his hotspot as Almon worked it in and out of his hole. Exhilaration zapped through him, jumping from his ass to his balls to his shaft. He shook his head helplessly, wailing at the overwhelming sensations.
“Do you want me, boy?”
“Yes, my Nobek. Please, fill me with your cocks and fuck me.” The plea burst out, unguarded, unrestrained.
Almon stared at him for a second, his impossibly dark eyes somehow growing darker still. Then a grin crept out. “I certainly can’t refuse a request such as that.”
He pulled the plug out and tossed it aside. Then he lined up his smaller—though still sizeable—manhood and plunged in, claiming Joseph with a single determined thrust.
With more girth than the plug, the pressure was galvanizing. Joseph shouted from the abrupt taking, his hole unsure if it appreciated the strain. However, the sheath chose that instant to turn on, and Almon’s length rubbed over Joseph’s prostate at the same instant. A thunderclap of ecstasy boomed through him. He fought the restraints, though he wasn’t certain what the hell he would do if he got loose. He simply couldn’t remain still.
Almon gripped his hips, holding him for the pounding fuck he was delivering. Joseph strained, sure he would lose control, that orgasm would rip itself free of his loins. However, the sleeve fell quiet again. When its hum died down, Almon halted too.
Intent purple eyes watched as Joseph writhed, desperately reaching for completion. However, the powerful tide of lust eased off, leaving the Earther panting and groaning with loss.
“You are amazing,” Almon sighed when Joseph calmed a little more.
“I’m in agony,” he corrected. “I need to come so bad.”
“You will. But for now, you’ll suffer a short while yet. For me.”
Joseph didn’t know whether to cheer or scream about that.
Almon moved slower, gentler, taking his time while the sleeve was inactive. The feeling of such a leisurely fuck was crazy-making, but not to the point where Joseph lost command over himself. Especially when he soaked in the sweetness of the Nobek’s caresses. While he was tender, Almon stroked Joseph’s hair, his face, all over his body, the touches doting rather than amorous. Even how he rocked in and out of Joseph, his cock sliding easily within the Earther’s ass, felt somehow compassionate rather than carnal.
Yet when the clinging sheath began its thrumming and stroking, Almon was ruthless, plunging as if he’d drive straight through his lover. It was during then that Joseph’s control was threatened, when he believed he must come no matter what. And when he was at the verge of losing the battle to wait for permission, the sleeve would switch off and Almon resumed his slow, steady lovemaking.
During those quieter stretches, Joseph’s begging for release grew louder, more desperate. At last, when he screamed for mercy, tendons standing out, Almon chuckled, as if indulging a cranky child.
“All right, my boy. I think we’ve both had all we can stand.”
He pulled out, his dark cocks livid with need. Joseph wasn’t the only one in torment, though the Nobek had stood up to the strain better. The look on his face when he pulled the double cockring off hinted that he was damned close to climaxing himself.
“Come when you’re ready. Ancestors, I’m not going to last myself, not with you begging me the way you do.”
With that, he pressed a second button on the cock sleeve. The device didn’t quietly hum on the new setting. Instead, it buzzed like an angry hornet. And rather than slowly moving up and down on Joseph’s length, it tightened more than before and pumped hard.
As did Almon. The angle at which the length of his manhood supplied incredible friction to the Earther’s hotspot couldn’t have been more perfect. Searing elation flooded Joseph’s balls, and he screamed Almon’s name.
“Yes, my boy. Come for me. Come for me while I fuck your gorgeous ass.”
Joseph no longer had any choice. His sack tightened, propelling a blaze of sheer ecstasy straight into his shaft, ramming through with unearthly force. Cum poured from him in violent bursts, saturating the sheath that milked him with unwavering demand.
As Joseph screamed in tandem with the brutal tremors, Almon added his shout. Wet heat filled Joseph’s ass as the
other man strained and thrust deep within. Marking him. Claiming him with every thrilling jolt.
Groaning. Lunging deeper. The pulses of the Nobek’s orgasm matched Joseph’s as they moved slower and slower against each other. Joseph’s eyelids fluttered as passion drained in long, unhurried pulls from his loins. Almon lingered over each stroke, drawing out every drop, until he had no more to give.
The last act the Nobek performed before falling to cover Joseph like a comforting blanket was release him from the hover cuffs. The Earther sheltered beneath the mighty frame, warm and safe, happy and secure.
“My Nobek.” Joseph’s lips found Almon’s, and he kissed him with all the love post-orgasm exhaustion would allow him to. “No, stay here on top of me. I’m pretending you’re the only other person who exists.”
Almon’s deep chuckle answered him, and he remained on top of Joseph, willing as ever to give him all in his power to grant. The moment was as perfect as Joseph could hope for, because it was the absolute truth. Nothing outside of Almon mattered; not writing success, not the opinions of others, not the past—nothing.
Just them, together, as clanmates.
THE END
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