To Clan and Conquer (Clan Beginnings)

by Tracy St. John

  Tranis’ mouth closed over the column of Lidon’s throat. His teeth again scraped on flesh, the bite pressing harder and harder. Making Lidon’s windpipe close. Every mote of the Nobek’s being screamed for him to fight, to get the Dramok off him, to keep him from tearing out his throat. His whole body tensed as he battled to submit instead.

  After what felt like an eternity, the pressure eased. The bruising teeth released. Tranis raised his head to look into Lidon’s eyes.

  “Very good, Nobek. Well done.”

  Lidon released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. It had been forever since his submission had been tested. It had demanded more strength and courage than resistance would have.

  Tranis’ mouth brushed over the hollow of Lidon’s throat. His tongue licked there, tasting Lidon’s drumming pulse. Molten pleasure bubbled through the Nobek’s groin, and he moaned, rubbing against Tranis’ ass, which still sat there.

  The Dramok glanced up. “Oh really? Good to know.”

  He kissed that spot again, and Lidon writhed beneath him. By the ancestors, he felt so sensitive there! Raw bliss shuddered through his body as Tranis mouthed him. He rocked his hips back and forth, trying to get closer contact with the Dramok’s ass. He was savagely hard, his pricks throbbing with the need for friction.

  “Easy, Lidon. We’ll get there.” Tranis rose up to look down at him, the purple of his irises all but lost behind wide pupils. “By the ancestors, you are magnificent.”

  The Dramok’s hands roamed all over Lidon’s chest and abdomen, feeling every inch of the bared skin. Lidon arched beneath the possessive touch, his senses rioting to be at this man’s questionable mercy. With every stroke from Tranis’ fingers, he claimed the Nobek, making him more susceptible to his control. That made Lidon want to fight for dominance and force Tranis to his needs. Not being able to do so infuriated him. Anger made him more aroused, which made him even more sensitive to Tranis’ touch. It was a brutal cycle, one that had him fighting the hover cuffs though he couldn’t possibly escape.

  Tranis only smiled at Lidon’s struggle. He bent over and licked one of his nipples. Darts of excitement zapped straight to Lidon’s cocks, and he strained harder than ever to rub against that sweet, naked ass seated on them. His breathing was so harsh, it almost sounded like he was whimpering, something Lidon never did.

  Tranis sucked at the dark, flat disc. Heavy heat flamed in Lidon’s cocks, and he yelled in reaction. “Fuck!”

  “We’ll certainly get to that.” The Dramok’s grin was pure evil. He gave the nipple a slow lick, tightening the already pebbled tip more. Lidon sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as heat flickered through his body.

  “I think you’re ready for real preparation now,” Tranis said. He got up and stood at the foot of the mat. “Elevate legs, shallow v formation. Slow.”

  The hover cuffs on Lidon’s ankles rose, lifting his legs into the air and spreading his thighs about shoulder-width apart. He suddenly felt like a whore in a Dantovonian brothel or one of the service Imdikos at the pleasure clubs back home. His growl was pure threat.

  “Now what?” Tranis said, looking at him from between his legs.

  “This position is humiliating. Get me out of it,” Lidon snarled.

  Tranis rolled his eyes. “I thought it would be less stress on your leg. I can’t have you unable to report for your shift because sex messed you up.”

  He had a point. When it came to fucking, most of the time Lidon stood at the edge of the bed, his leg encased in his brace as he took Piras from behind. The occasional times Piras took control, Lidon was usually bent over his lover’s desk, his feet planted firmly on the floor.

  “Damn it,” he said. “I’d rather take the chance of injury.”

  Tranis shook his head. “Fine. When I fuck you, you’ll be on all fours. But for now, you’ll have to be embarrassed.” His face stretched in a smile. “Deal with it, Nobek. Remember who’s in charge here.”

  Lidon glowered. “I can’t decide if I like or hate you.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Can your leg take going wider?”

  “I can take whatever you dish out.”

  “I’ll accept that as a yes. Widen range another five degrees.”

  The hover cuffs moved farther apart, leaving Lidon extremely vulnerable. Somehow the humiliation didn’t affect his level of arousal, however. His dicks stuck straight up in the air, blatant with need.

  Tranis climbed back on the mat and knelt, his knees bracketing Lidon’s ass. “I think I enjoy seeing you like this as much as you despise it. Open and waiting for me. Completely mine to do with as I wish. I cannot wait to fuck this ass.”

  “Then why don’t you get it over with?” Lidon stared up at the ceiling.

  “Because I would never rush my enjoyment of such an amazing body.”

  A firm grip encircled Lidon’s front cock, just below the tip. He jerked his gaze down in time to watch Tranis pump down to the base of him. Incredible heat surged, and he groaned seemingly all the way from his toes.

  Tranis slowly pulled back up, watching Lidon’s face as he did so. Elation coiled tight deep in Lidon’s groin. The firm fist had just the right amount of pressure. If Tranis would work him faster, Lidon would spill in a matter of moments.

  Instead, Tranis let go. Lidon gasped to catch his breath. “Why – don’t stop. Damn it, you can keep me in this position all night if you’ll keep doing that.”

  Tranis chuckled. “I only wanted your lubrication. For now.” He wiggled his slick fingers at Lidon.

  “Oh.”

  Tranis traced one of those wet fingers around Lidon’s anus. The sensitive flesh instinctively opened to him, inviting invasion. Lidon bit his lower lip hard as need surged. Damn, he’d forgotten how good a firm but careful touch could feel. Piras was either too tentative or brutal with hurry.

  He did not want to think about Piras right now.

  He concentrated on the pressure of Tranis’ finger as it pushed against him. “Open to me,” the Dramok said.

  Lidon released into the force of the finger forging inside him. He shuddered to feel the thick digit penetrate, slick with his own lubricant. Tranis moved carefully, stretching the ring of muscles to his entrance.

  “You’re tight.” Tranis frowned.

  “So?” Lidon scowled.

  “And you’re with me instead of your usual lover.” A dark eyebrow went up. “It makes me wonder.”

  “It’s none of your business.” Lidon closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see the other man’s curiosity.

  Another finger pushed in, not quite as gently as the first. Moving. Rotating. Preparing him for Tranis’ cock. Tranis had bested him in a fight and was going to fuck him soon. There wasn’t a damned thing Lidon could do about it either.

  The Dramok’s fingers pushed farther in, searching. Lidon tensed. Oh no, he wasn’t going to—

  A burst of white-hot rapture seized Lidon, making his cocks jerk a warning. A small amount of pre-cum dribbled from the primary one. His eyes and mouth flew open in a soundless cry, and he arched hard against the mat.

  “There it is,” Tranis said. “Like that?”

  He stroked the spot again, and fire licked through Lidon’s groin. Heavy throbs of want pounded through his lower regions, and he did yell that time. “Fuck!”

  Tranis leaned over, capturing Lidon’s gaze with his own. His tongue peeked out, heading for the moisture oozing slowly from the Nobek’s prick. An instant before he licked it off, he rubbed that hot area inside once more.

  Lidon shrieked, jerking against the hover cuffs. Dull pain resounded through his crippled leg, but he barely remarked on it. The rasp of Tranis’ tongue laving the tip of his cock along with the pressure on his inner cum zone crumbled every last lucid thought.

  Tranis’ fingers pulled free of him, leaving Lidon shaking and panting for air. The Nobek had damned near spilled. His cocks pulsed with almost angry want. Fuck, his groin hurt. He needed to climax.

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�You are enjoying yourself too much, my friend.” Tranis grinned.

  “Enjoying, my ass,” Lidon groaned.

  “I do believe I will now. Turn subject over, position for elbows and knees to horizontal surface. Wide stance.”

  The cuffs activated, slowly moving so that Lidon was rolled over onto his left side. Then the hover cuffs moved unwilling limbs until he was in the position Tranis had ordered.

  There was a problem. His damaged leg refused to hold him up. His abdomen pressed on his thighs. “Shit,” he groaned.

  “Not to worry,” Tranis said, sounding almost cheerful. His thighs wedged between Lidon’s, and the hot brand of his cocks laid heavily against Lidon’s ass, making the Nobek shiver. Tranis’ strong arm circled Lidon’s waist, pulling his ass up.

  The Dramok’s cocks slid down the crevice between Lidon’s cheeks. The older man couldn’t contain a shudder. The tip of the larger one probed at his anus, as if it had a mind of its own and homed in on where it wanted to be. He clenched the linens of Tranis’ bed in his fists. He’d known when he approached Tranis that this was how the situation was likely to end up. Why was he second-guessing himself now?

  “Relax for me,” Tranis whispered. Lidon felt his hand close on the questing prick, assuring it would go where he wanted. “Open yourself.”

  Pressure against his anus. Pushing hard. Insisting on invading. Lidon took a deep breath and released the tension there. Suddenly Tranis’ prick was traveling into him, forcing its way in deep. A burning ache bloomed, making his teeth clench. Damn, the Dramok was big. Bigger than Piras.

  “Fuck,” he ground between clenched teeth.

  Tranis paused. “Easy.” He was gasping, almost as if he were the one in pain. “Damn it, Lidon. I didn’t expect you to be this fucking tight. I’m not going to last.”

  “Good,” Lidon panted. “You’re splitting me in half.”

  “You’ll adjust. Now open to me, Nobek.”

  Tranis pushed deeper, his cock’s circumference growing as it neared the base. Lidon forced himself to breathe through the burning objections of his body.

  Pain is my friend. Pain gives me a challenge to show I have overcome and will continue to do so. I worship my pain, and I invite it to give me strength.

  Tranis stopped again. “There. I’m in. For how long remains the question.”

  Lidon felt a pressure beneath his lower cock. He looked beneath his crouched body to see Tranis’ second cock nestled up beneath his. He shivered. The Dramok had mounted him, had made Lidon his bottom. Few men had had the power to do so. He let no one master him who didn’t deserve it.

  Tranis drew back, emptying Lidon slowly until only the tip of his cock remained just inside the Nobek’s ass. Then he thrust back in, powerfully. Lidon had a moment of hot agony as his ass stretched grudgingly for the invasion, then Tranis hit that spot.

  Pain and pleasure, both equally excruciating, clenched his lower body. He arched back, his upper back smacking against Tranis’ chest. A low howl trembled from his lips.

  “That’s it,” Tranis hissed in his ear. “Let’s see how much you like this.”

  He drew back and filled Lidon once more, again finding the spot. At the same time, he dragged fingernails down the Nobek’s back, bringing pain and the knowledge he was drawing blood. Lidon made animal sounds of agonized want, and he ground against Tranis despite the pain. Inviting the pain. Begging for it. It added so much to the rapture.

  Tranis’ hand closed tightly over Lidon’s front cock, near the tip. “Push into my fist.”

  Lidon’s hips jerked, forging his cock into that firm grip. By the ancestors, yes. Ecstasy coiled tight in his belly. He jerked back, letting the Dramok’s hand bring him bliss. At the same time, his ass took Tranis’ cock in a rush, the friction against his hot button curling his toes.

  “Slow down before you bring me,” Tranis growled.

  Lidon couldn’t make sense of his words over the violent demands of his cock. He had to come. Need made the civilized part of him crumble before the primal creature that always fought to escape.

  He shoved back and forth violently, plunging into Tranis’ grip and then bucking back to take that hard length into himself. All was sensation and want. His second cock was flexing, tightening. A surge of heat moved from it to his front prick. He was going to come. He could feel the sizzle of orgasm sliding forward, drawing itself together. Here it was. His rhythm stuttered as everything clutched hard…

  Tranis’ hand moved to the base of his cock and squeezed, shutting off his release. Lidon screamed defiance, trying to move, trying to climax. The other man’s arm tightened around his waist, holding him still.

  “I told you to slow down. I’m not done fucking you yet.”

  Lidon’s shattered brain didn’t quite understand the exact words, but he got the crux of the message. He was being denied.

  He couldn’t come.

  He roared his furious agony at the man riding him. It did no good. Worse still, the prick in his ass was sliding in and out much slower now, rubbing the hot zone lighter than Lidon wanted. His cock throbbed in desperation to spill, but that merciless hand kept the hot river of cum dammed up.

  A long, drawn-out groan sounded in his ear. “That’s right. It feels good to master someone like you. Not just shoving my prick in your hot, tight ass, but also being in control of such a strong Nobek. Making you submit to me is half the thrill.”

  Lidon felt a surge of pride at Tranis’ praise. At the same time, he wanted to get free and beat the Dramok into submission so he could fuck his ass.

  The Nobek desperately fought to move. He couldn’t, not with his arms and ankles pinned by the hover cuffs, his right leg useless, and Tranis holding him so tightly. All he could do was crouch beneath his conqueror and take the achingly slow strokes.

  Tranis pressed deep and ground hard into Lidon. Heady, brutal elation burst through the Nobek as he bore against that spot. Lidon shoved his face into the mat and screamed with all his might.

  The Dramok gasped. He pounded hard and fast, his groin thudding loudly against Lidon’s buttocks. Lidon writhed, desperate for release. He’d never wanted to come so bad. If Tranis would just release his hold on his prick…

  “Tranis. Please.”

  Tranis grunted with effort as he took Lidon. “Say it. Go on, Nobek.”

  Something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper escape Lidon’s tight throat. Damn the controlling bastard!

  He panted, “I acknowledge you have mastered me, Dramok. I beg you for release. By the ancestors, Tranis, it hurts. Please…”

  Tranis’ hand on his prick loosened. He stroked it hard. “Come right now, Lidon. Come for me.”

  Liquid lightning blasted through Lidon’s cock, rushing from the base straight up, bursting out in heavy streams of cum. He screamed, dimly aware of wet heat splattering his belly and chest. The orgasm ripped out of his prick in rending pulses, leaving him weak and shuddering.

  Tranis continued to thrust hard into him. He groaned and abruptly pulled out.

  More wet heat splashed against Lidon’s skin, this time flowing over his back and ass. Tranis was coming on him, marking him with his scent. Lidon shook as he was claimed.

  His voice thready with exhaustion, the Dramok said, “Release subject.”

  The hover cuffs sprang open, setting Lidon free. At the same time, Tranis shoved his still-hard cock back into Lidon’s ass. He yanked him over, tumbling them both onto their sides. Tranis spooned against his back, draping a leg over Lidon’s. “Lights out. I don’t know about you, Nobek, but I’m exhausted. What a day.”

  Darkness descended over the room. Lidon turned his head to regard the other man in the dim light. “You expect me to sleep with your cock up my ass?”

  “Well, you’re not sleeping with your prick up mine.” Tranis’ grin was apparent even in the near blackness.

  Lidon snorted. “Damn, you are a dominating fuck.”

  Tranis snuggled closer. “What, Piras isn’t?”<
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  Lidon turned away and closed his eyes. “He was when we first started together. He’s gotten lazy since then. Or maybe he only did it long enough to draw me in. Who the hell knows?”

  The Nobek wondered why he was telling Tranis so much. Maybe because he was tired. Maybe because he’d had his best fuck in a long time. Maybe it was as simple as the warmth of the body curled around his.

  “Is that why you haven’t clanned? Because Piras is too passive?”

  Lidon considered his answer. How much did he really want Tranis to know? In the end, he decided it didn’t matter, not really. Not when he didn’t have a clearcut answer for himself. “I panic every time he asks me. I have dozens of little reasons not to accept. None of them on their own is enough to turn him down, but put all together—” He shrugged.

  “‘Better a large problem that might be solved than small difficulties that never end.’”

  Lidon twisted to look at him again. “You know the Book.”

  “Not well enough to impress a scholar like you. That’s just happens to be one of the passages I’ve heard that stuck with me. Have you really memorized the whole thing?”

  Tranis had researched him. Or at least asked around. Well, that was interesting. “Not even close. I have made diligent study of it, however. Meditating on it kept me sane during my long recovery.”

  “I’ve heard you’re especially devout.”

  “I suppose some would see me that way. My Imdiko father is a priest. I admit I never paid much attention to his teachings until a few years ago. He was excellent counsel after I was blown up, and that led to my studies. It helped things make sense.”

  Tranis chuckled and the arm he held Lidon with tightened. “So what does the Book of Life say about sleeping with another Dramok, a much younger Dramok?”

  Lidon grinned back. “‘You shall always expect surprises, because they await you at every turn. No man can overrule destiny’s dictates.’ I’m not sure it applies to this situation, but it’s the best I can come up with at the moment.”

  “It will do.” Tranis yawned and closed his eyes. “Let’s get some sleep for now, Nobek.”