Cherished by Two

by Morticia Knight

  Lasar rubbed his hands up Nary’s back, continuing up his arms until he reached the straps restraining his wrists.

  “Grab a towel, Chris. Once I’ve held Nary for a while and given him some water, we’ll continue.”

  Lasar’s own need was high, but he could wait. His Nashas needed his attention first. Lasar helped Nary straighten, then he guided him to the small sofa in what he considered an unacceptably small room. Soon. I swear it, my Nashas. His mates deserved the best and Lasar was anxious to give it to them.

  Nary wrapped his arms around Lasar’s neck as he drew him down on his lap. Chris scurried over with one towel draped on his arm as he wiped his hands with another. He handed the larger one to Lasar.

  “Here you go, Master. I wasn’t sure how big of a one you wanted.”

  Lasar nodded. “You have good intuition. I wasn’t clear, so you made sure to offer me a choice.”

  Once again, the praise was well-received by Chris. His grin couldn’t have been any wider.

  “Now, you may retrieve me a cup of water.”

  Chris glanced at Nary then at him. “Yes, Master. Um, can I talk to him?”

  “When you bring the water you can. Right now he needs a moment.”

  Chris nodded. “Oh, okay.” Chris still didn’t move, but was back to staring at Nary snuggling against Lasar’s chest.

  Lasar smirked. “Boy?”

  Chris tore his gaze away from Nary. “Huh?”

  “The water?”

  “Oh shit. Sorry.”

  Chris scampered off and Lasar chuckled to himself. He couldn’t keep from being charmed by his human Nasha. Chris was so different from what he was used to.

  Only a moment later, Chris reappeared with the water. He’d thought to use an Alasharian receptacle, but Lasar wasn’t surprised. He’d already noticed little things about Chris that told him his new mate was meant for submission.

  “Thank you, boy. Now sit with me while I tend to Nary.”

  Chris dropped down next to him, his interest in what was happening with Nary still obvious. After Lasar had caressed Nary some more, had reassured him how much he was loved and that Lasar was so proud of him, he offered him some water. Nary opened his eyes, smiling as he gazed at Chris.

  “Were you scared, pet?”

  Chris shook his head with seeming resolution. “No. It was amazing.” Chris reached for Nary’s hand and clasped his fingers around it. “You were amazing.”

  Lasar wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders. “You wanted to ask Nary something, boy?”

  “Yeah. So, uh, you really got off on the spanking? I mean, that’s what turned you on so much?”

  Nary sighed, his smile one of contentment. “I think you’re trying to ask me if the spanking arouses me, correct?”

  “Totally.”

  Nary brought Chris’ hand to his mouth then kissed it, never letting him go as he lowered it again. “Would you like me to show you now?”

  Chris tensed underneath Lasar’s embrace, but he also noted that his cock had jumped. Chris was ready. Lasar also had other ideas for Chris’ first real balancing session. His boy would need as much relief from stress as possible with all the coming challenges he would face.

  Nary rose from Lasar’s lap then pulled Chris up from the sofa. Lasar sat back as Nary took Chris in his arms, kissing him slow and thoroughly. His boy relaxed in Nary’s hold and it reassured him that in the same way Chris’ instincts were good as a Nasha, Nary’s were good as an Ahna.

  Nary ended the kiss then regarded Lasar. “How would you like us, Ahna?”

  Lasar had already considered the scenario he wanted for Chris’ first spanking. “Let’s move to the bed. When I’m ready to enter Chris, I don’t want any interruptions.”

  Chris raised his hand in the air and Lasar frowned. He had no idea what the gesture meant.

  “Why is your arm up like that?”

  Chris yanked it back down. “Wow. Old habits I guess. That’s what we do in school when we have a question.”

  Lasar snorted. “I see. And what is this question?”

  “The plug?” Chris winced.

  Lasar folded his arms. “What about the plug?”

  Chris coughed into his fist then cleared his throat. “I’m still wearing it.”

  “I realize that. I reiterate that you’re always allowed to ask questions. But I also want you to learn to trust and accept what your Ahnas decide to give to you.” Lasar stepped closer then ran his hand over Chris’ lovely yellow hair. “So, you think you can trust me, trust Nary to know how to handle you right now?”

  Chris bit his lower lip. “I do. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think that.”

  “This is new for you, Chris. If you had answered that you weren’t sure, or didn’t trust us, we would work on helping you with that. No apology is needed.”

  “Thank you, Master. I like it when you say stuff like that.”

  Lasar furrowed his brow. “I see. Well, I’ll try and continue to say…stuff.” He indicated to the doorway. “Both of you, to the bed. I’m anxious to spill inside Chris.”

  Chris appeared uncertain as Nary guided him out of the balancing room. Lasar wouldn’t require Chris to hold back his climax when they made love. His boy was working so hard to give his submission, he deserved a reward.

  Once they were all together again, Lasar pointed to the bed. “Nasha, sit on the end, and Chris, I’d like you to drape yourself over his lap.”

  Nary gestured for Chris to come to him once he’d taken his position and Chris complied. Once Chris was facedown the way Lasar had instructed, he tapped Nary’s knee.

  “Spread your thighs a bit. Boy? Put your haro in the space between.” Chris wiggled a bit as Nary steadied him with a hand on his lower back. “Good. Nary? Close your knees so that his cock is trapped.”

  Chris let out a hiss and Lasar froze. “Are you in pain, boy?”

  “Nope. It’s fine.” Chris’ words came out strangled. “Just incredibly horny.”

  Lasar covered his mouth with one hand to hold in a laugh. The human word for being aroused was one he knew and he found it very amusing. He inhaled a breath to continue. “I see. Nary? You’re his Ahna right now, too. Do you believe he deserves a gift for how well he’s obeying?” He winked at Nary.

  Nary grinned in response. “Yes, my Ahna. I do.”

  “In that case, boy, you may come any time you wish.”

  Chris angled his head to peer up at Lasar. “Will you be mad if I don’t? I mean, while I’m being spanked?”

  “No, I won’t be mad. But just in case you should have the need, you have our permission.”

  “Oh, okay. Cool.”

  Lasar turned his attention to Nary. It would be his first time spanking anyone, and even as experienced as Lasar was, if he’d been the one spanking the smaller human instead of Nary, he would’ve had to take extra care.

  “Start by petting his ass, keep your touch light. You want to awaken his nerves, prepare his skin to receive your strikes, to connect both of you in the experience.”

  Nary followed his instructions and it was clear from the way he stroked Chris that he enjoyed the act. Chris seemed to relax, his shoulders losing their tension as he let go of the grip he’d had on Nary’s leg and allowed his arm to dangle freely. His eyes drifted closed and Lasar decided they were ready to begin.

  “Keep your hand at the center of his back so that if he needs to thrust, he can. Now raise the other one and prepare to let it fall.”

  Nary glanced up at him, worry etched on his brow. “How will I know how hard to strike him?”

  “You aren’t going to truly strike him yet. I want you to lightly tap each cheek and focus on making his fleshy, full ass bounce from your gentle pats.”

  Lasar spotted the frown on Chris’ face. “What has you troubled, boy? We’re going very slow for this first time.”

  “My ass isn’t all that full. I mean, I know it’s kind of a bubble butt, especially on a smaller guy like me, an
d I realize that I’m not all hunklicious and muscled like you guys, but…” Chris huffed. “Sheesh.”

  Lasar couldn’t stop himself from chuckling and Nary joined in. “Boy, that wasn’t an insult. Your ass is very pleasing.”

  Chris’ face pinked. “Oh. Well, all right then.”

  Lasar tried to temper his smile so he could return to instructing Nary. He sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “So, go ahead and try it. Go slow at first.”

  Nary appeared reticent. Lasar had already determined that if it made Nary too uncomfortable to spank Chris, or if Chris was too scared, that they could try again another night. It was even possible that after they’d tried it, Nary and Chris might not like it at all, in which case, they could find another activity to share as Ahna and Nasha.

  Nary inhaled, and seemed to come to a decision. He slapped his palm so lightly on Chris’ ass that it barely elicited a sound. He repeated the action on the other one then peered up at Lasar who nodded for him to carry on. Nary continued at the same intensity until Chris lifted up his head.

  “Can I say something here?”

  Nary’s hand froze in mid-air as Lasar frowned. Had Chris not been so new to submission, he would’ve thought a punishment was in order. Chris’ spirit indicated that he wasn’t anywhere near to being at his limit.

  “What is it, boy? It’s not usual to interrupt in the middle of a spanking. If you were unable to handle it for any reason, my spirit would alert me and we would stop.”

  Chris smirked. “You call this a spanking?”

  Lasar narrowed his eyes at Chris then nodded at Nary. Nary raised his palm higher than before then let it fall with a loud smack. Chris yelped, his body flinching underneath Nary’s hand.

  “Continue.”

  Nary struck the other side and Chris tried to wriggle away, but Nary held him fast. Lasar imagined the plug must be banging into Chris’ gland quite nicely. Nary continued the spanking as Chris’ skin turned a beautiful rosy shade. He let his hand slide down to his own lengthening shaft and fisted the base, pumping it slowly, anxious to finally claim Chris’ ass.

  With each blow to Chris’ rounded backside, it jiggled, the sight filling Lasar’s core with an even deeper ache. Chris responded wonderfully to the spanking, sawing his hips between Nary’s legs, meeting each blow, his face twisted in ecstasy. Lasar groaned, unable to wait any longer to spill inside Chris.

  “That’s enough. Caress his backside, Nary. Even out the burn in his flesh.”

  Chris panted, his face flushed as red as his ass. The expression of bliss that Nary radiated was a testament to his own enjoyment from giving the spanking. Lasar gazed on his Nashas with pride, but he needed relief.

  “My Nasha, the plug needs to be removed. But make it a part of the experience. Taunt him with it, don’t simply pull it out all at once. He’s yours to play with, yours to tease.”

  Nary swallowed hard as he gave Lasar a quick nod. He then ghosted his finger along the center of Chris’ ass, found the handle of the plug. Nary grasped the end and twisted the toy while it remained snugly held in Chris’ passage. Chris arched his back, clutching Nary’s leg as he struggled. The obvious jolt to Chris’ gland each time Nary rubbed over it had lit him up.

  Lasar glided to the table by the bed. He’d placed a few small items in one of the drawers, and after Chris’ reaction to having his hair pulled, and with how well he’d taken the spanking, Lasar wanted to experiment with another bite of pain. Lasar plucked the small items out then laid them on top of the stand.

  “That’s it, Nasha. Fuck him with it, make him crazy with need.”

  Every time Nary reached the point where Chris’ rim had stretched to the widest part of the plug, he’d pause, seemingly transfixed by the sight. Lasar hissed and grabbed his own sac, his nuts tightening from imagining his cock spreading Chris as wide as the toy. He would disappear into his boy’s body over and over, plunging in as deep as he could go until he was unable to hold his cum back from filling Chris.

  “Take it out, Nasha. He’s ready.”

  Chris let out a long, throaty moan as Nary slowly removed the plug. A flash of panic passed over Chris’ face. Lasar felt it in his gut, and Nary turned Chris over, gathering him on his lap.

  “Ahna?” Nary gazed up at him with worry.

  “He’s empty. Think about what you go through when you’ve been filled for a long time. This is how you’ll know what to do for your Nasha, call on your own experiences.”

  “Master, I…” Chris’ eyes had glossed over as if he was trapped in a haze of his own lust.

  “Yes, boy. I’m going to take care of you.” Lasar brushed Chris’ hair from his face as Nary laid Chris on his back. “Lift your knees and hold them open so I can enter you.”

  Nary moved away from them, but Lasar hooked his arm around Nary’s neck and tugged him close. He kissed him hard, sweeping his tongue through Nary’s mouth several times.

  “Nasha, I’m going to fuck him slowly, go easy because he’s still so new. I want you to eat my ass while I take him.”

  “Yes, Ahna, thank you.”

  Lasar gazed down at Chris so beautifully displayed before him. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Please, Master, I…” Chris’ voice cracked. “I never knew.”

  Lasar placed his knee on the bed then hoisted his body over Chris. “I’m here, boy. I have you.”

  He lifted Chris by his hips so that Chris could rest his thighs across Lasar’s. He positioned his notched cockhead against Chris’ hole and gently pushed his way in, his boy’s stretched pucker still unbelievably tight.

  “Nasha, I need more lubrication.”

  Nary retrieved the container then smeared a generous amount around Chris’ rim, as well as Lasar’s dick. Having Nary’s fingers work them both brought the hum to life even stronger. Lasar closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He barely pushed in and out of Chris, only filling him about halfway.

  “Don’t stop, Nasha. Caress us both where we join.”

  “So good, Sir.” Chris’ voice had been barely above a whisper.

  Lasar turned to take another kiss from Nary, the brush of Nary’s fingers on his shaft and the vise-like grip of Chris’ channel so exquisite. He needed to go deeper, needed to claim Chris completely. Lasar broke the connection with Nary.

  “Get behind me now, Nasha.”

  Nary obeyed, his Alasharian mate so compliant in his role as Nasha, yet so fierce in his role as warrior.

  Lasar leaned over Chris, driving his cock farther into his passage. Chris groaned and threw his arms above his head. He grasped and clutched the edge of the mattress as if seeking to hold on. Lasar was beginning to understand his boy. He needed to be restrained, to know that he wouldn’t be let go of. Chris might be familiar with taking the lead, had been given a huge responsibility over the fate of all, but it created so much unrest in his spirit. Lasar and Nary were there so that he could feel safe enough to let himself fall.

  Lasar parted his lips on a sigh at the first touch of Nary’s hot tongue along his crease. He sank as far as he could into Chris, his mate letting out a low, husky moan. Lasar continued to fuck him gently, enjoying both the snug grip around his cock from Chris and Nary’s questing tongue in his hole. Nary swirled it inside of him before pulling out then flicking his rim with the tip of the wet appendage. So very good.

  Once Lasar deemed that Chris had adjusted to his girth, he was ready to fuck him harder. But he also wanted Nary’s pleasure too.

  “Nasha, let me change positions.”

  Lasar missed Nary’s talented mouth, however, he also craved their joint completion. Lasar slowly pulled from Chris, his mate’s eyes flying open in surprise. He’d apparently been so lost in the sensation of Lasar filling him that he hadn’t realized why they’d stopped.

  “What happened? Aren’t I good enough?”

  Lasar’s heart broke at the genuine worry that Chris’ voice had held. “No, sweet boy.” Lasar smiled down at him in reassurance. “
Only moving so that Nary can be more a part of our bonding.”

  Chris nodded. “Yeah, that’s good. I need you both.”

  “Come on then, slide over so I can sit on the end of the bed.”

  Chris scrunched his eyebrows, but did as Lasar ordered. Lasar tried not to smirk. His mate’s more innocent imagination would eventually catch up to his and Nary’s more practiced ones.

  Once Lasar had positioned himself, he encircled Chris’ waist and dragged him closer. “Straddle my lap, boy, but face away from me.”

  Chris struggled to spread his legs wide enough, so Lasar pressed his thighs together to make it easier on him.

  Lasar helped Chris to rise onto his knees as he held out his palm to Nary. “Nasha, some more moistener please.”

  Nary held the container open for him and Lasar scooped up a dollop of the slick paste. He worked some inside Chris’ hole before smearing the rest on his own erection. Lasar grasped Chris’ hip with one hand, then pulled one cheek aside with the other. He encouraged him down onto his straining dick, anxious for the soft heat of Chris’ passage around him again.

  Chris whimpered as Lasar gently impaled him. He ran his hands over the length of Chris’ torso, kneading his flesh, then rubbing his belly to soothe him.

  “It’s so much, I can’t breathe.”

  Chris scrabbled at Lasar’s fingers, tried to pry them off his skin. Nary moved in front of Chris and framed his face with his hands.

  “Shh, pet. Yes you can. Breathe with me now.”

  Chris nodded shakily. “O-okay. Okay.”

  Lasar held still, allowing Nary to calm their mate.

  “That’s it, pet.” Nary caressed Chris’ cheek as he glanced over his shoulder at Lasar. “What do you wish from me now, Ahna?”

  Lasar kept his hands on Chris’ hips as he jerked his head toward the night table. “Use the pinchers on him.”

  Nary licked his lips, not responding with his customary acknowledgement of Lasar’s instructions. Instead, he simply did his bidding. Nary returned with the tiny clamps, which he held atop his open palm. His darkened eyes told Lasar that Nary was either aching to use them on Chris or was ruminating on when Lasar would torture him with them. Perhaps both.