The Eidolon's Conquest

by Yamila Abraham

  "Number 8 weights," Deandred said to it.

  The robot zipped to the chest. Deandred placed a warm hand on Rand's bare flank and led him to the cross brace. He stood against it as the robot returned with two metal trapezoidal weights which fit easily in Deandred's hand. He affixed one and then the other to the clamps on Rand's nipples.

  The sensation of the pinching clamps had grown dull enough to ignore. Now the weights tugged down on his nipples, renewing the tingly throb. Rand bit the bottom corner of his lip.

  His master turned him around so that his back was to him. He strapped Rand's wrists above his head in the leather restraints of the cross.

  "Medium tassel...no, give me the large one, and a number four."

  Rand heard the robot zip back over to the wall and then return. Goose pimples rose up on his back in anticipation. When he didn't feel a strike right away he mind focused back on the ecstatic tug on his nipples. Deandred was giving him the constant dopamine surge his nipple plucking caused. Rand's cock began to lift from his constrained balls.

  A warm greased finger pushed into Rand's ass. He lurched up in surprise. Deandred's finger poked open his ring and now undulated inside of him. It popped out and he felt his master's hands spread his ass cheeks.

  Deandred leaned close to his ear. "What a pretty pink asshole you have."

  Mmph.

  The finger went back in with more lubricant dripping from it. A second one squirmed beside the first moments later, stretching his throbbing ring wider. Deandred's strong fingers threaded and pumped him for over a minute. Rand squeezed his eyes closed. The potent nerve cluster in his ass was palpitating. His cock rose all the way, to tap the intersection of the x in front of him.

  The fingers withdrew and a hard greased plug pushed against where he'd been opened, coaxing his throbbing muscle still wider, until it popped fully inside.

  "Oof!" His ass felt pleasantly stuffed and spread an erotic throb through the whole of his pelvis. He clenched against the thick tool, causing a pang right on his sweet spot. Rand had to blow out his breaths slowly to calm from the onslaught of sensation.

  The ticklish tassels of a soft leather whip cascaded over his shoulder. It swam down his back, letting him feel the lushness of each strand, then spilled over his buttocks and brushed the backs of his legs. Rand got goose bumps of anticipation once again. The soft pass lit up the skin so that he still felt the tingles the tassels caused.

  "You're good at this, Master."

  "Thank you."

  Deandred whipped him. A spray of tassels bombarded his shoulder causing a hundred sharp stings. Rand gasped. Another blow followed immediately on the other side, biting his skin with still more articulated stings. Deandred painted his back with hot pelting blows, whipping harder when he came to both ass cheeks, and then continuing down his legs. When every inch of his exposed back side had been coated by the whip's fury there was a pause. Rand's breath stayed caught in his throat. The stinging was gone, and only tingly warmth remained in his flesh. His ass cheeks buzzed with the sensation, making him squeeze on one side involuntarily and stirring the plug wedged inside him. His master had stimulated a million nerves in a handful of seconds. The luxurious titillating heat was all that remained now. Rand closed his eyes and allowed himself a shuddering breath.

  "Tell me that you hate it," Deandred said.

  Rand's voice had grown choked. "I love it."

  The whip answered his pleasingly defiant answer, making a second pass in all the same places as the first. Only now his skin was tender—the nerves more responsive. Deandred kept whipping his heated flesh, causing a burn where the tassels sprayed against him. Rand grit his teeth. His master pelted his back and ass with the painful strikes. In moments he stifled pained sounds. His muscles tensed and he began to writhe. The abuse moved to focus on his ass, making him twitch. Then he pulled on his restraints. The pain was making him see red.

  "Ngh! Master!"

  He heard the whip drop. Deandred's cool comforting hands glided over his searing shoulders. Then he felt the full length of his master's body press into him. His throbbing backside tingled at the feel of flesh against flesh. Deandred melded against him. His hands curled around to caress his belly. A hot mouth kissed the place where his neck met his shoulder.

  Rand was gasping. The onslaught of pain had been so potent, but the reward was so intoxicating it made his head swim. He felt his master's pelvis connect to his ass and realized Deandred's erect cock was sticking out of his shorts. The hot organ mashed against his searing butt cheeks.

  So fucking hot—!

  Deandred reached down and started to jack his stiff cock. His fist gripped tight and pumped with vigor. His other hand reached below his constrained balls to fondle with the tips of his fingers. Rand grunted. His cock was getting brutally stroked, making the fibers deep inside his shaft buzz with rapture. He didn't have to try to hold back an orgasm thanks to the velvet loop. He reveled in the prickly preorgasmic heat building in his cock.

  "You take punishment well." Deandred's hot voice was right next to his ear.

  "Urg...Master..."

  "What is it pet? You think I'd let you come already?"

  His thighs began to quiver. The pleasure in his cock was rising to an ache. "Fuck me, Master." The words came out without thought. He was too addled by the rough hand on his cock to think.

  Both hands released him. The plug popped out of his ass. He heard the sound of a squeeze bottle, then his master's hot greased cock was edging into him.

  Rand craned his neck. "Oh, fuck yes."

  His prostate was crushed beneath the invading mass, causing an ecstatic shock of pleasure. Rand's hole yielded to his girth, throbbing as it was stretched to its limit. Then Deandred pulled back and began to hump him. Rand tipped out his willing ass. His master's cock plowed deep inside him.

  "Uhhhnngh—yes, fuck me."

  Deandred lifted the weights on his nipples and then let them drop.

  "Ahh!"

  "How hungry for cock your sweet little hole is."

  "Yes, Master—umph!"

  "So tight and hot." He reached around Rand's hips and dug his fingers into the flesh beneath his testicles.

  Rand jolted. "Oh!"

  Deandred continued rubbing into his perineum as he fucked him.

  "Fuck—urgh! Let me...let me come while you're inside me."

  "You think we're even close to done?"

  Deandred released his groin and pulled out of him. Rand quivered in the wake of his cock. His master freed his wrists from both restraints.

  "The crop."

  The robot rolled fast to obey.

  "Turn around, Rand."

  He spun to face his master. Deandred's gleaming engorged cock was luridly sticking out of his black shorts. Rand's own cock twitched at the sight.

  Deandred neared to rebind his wrists while he was facing him. When his face got close Rand stole a fast kiss.

  "Naughty slave."

  His wrists were once again bound above him on the cross. He removed the weighted clamps from his nipples. Both reddened nubs throbbed furiously. Rand's chest swelled with a sigh of relief.

  Deandred held a long crop with a flat square of leather on the end. He whipped Rand's left nipple.

  "Ah! Oh fuck!"

  The other side was swatted.

  Rand angled his chest away. His tormented nipples were stinging as they throbbed. Deandred landed another swat.

  "Fuck!"

  He twisted away as much as he was able. Deandred gripped his stiff cock and turned him forward again. He lashed the other nipple.

  "Oh my God!"

  His nipples were searing. He gasped with short urgent breaths.

  "Tender?"

  "Please...oh fuck."

  Deandred put aside the crop. "Tsk. Look how red they've gotten."

  He lowered and touched one smarting nipple with his tongue. Rand was so sensitized he jolted with his whole body. The soft wet tongue felt like it permeated several la
yers of skin to titillate straight to the raw nerve. Deandred moved to the other side and licked and teased. Rand's chest quivered with each outward breath.

  Deandred picked up the crop again. One of his hands still held Rand's cock. He landed a hard stinging swat on the cap.

  "Oh shit!" His tender slit was overcome by a fierce pulsing.

  Deandred moved his crop over the head of his cock, swatting blows one after the other around the corona.

  Rand gasped and winced. "Shit! Don't! Oh fuck! Ow!" He struggled to pull free from Deandred's strong hand.

  One final lash stung his aching slit and then his master lowered and took him into his mouth.

  Rand's body was quaking. He gave a shuddering sigh of relief. Deandred's tongue was massaging the sensitized cap, making him wince yet again from the staggering sensation.

  Then Deandred started sucking with his powerful deep-throat technique. Rand's stomach clenched. His cock was ready for orgasm, and the expert blowjob always made him explode. Now he was forced to stay on the precipice of climax. His aching testicles were blocked even as his shaft tightened on the edge of a spasm.

  "Mmmph! Please let me come."

  Deandred kept sucking him.

  "Master, please...oh fuck. Please let me come."

  He let his cock pop free from his mouth and stood. Rand's legs were hoisted up to hug Deandred's hips. His master's cock found his hole and pushed in. He thrust upwards while holding Rand suspended.

  "Oof! Yes!"

  His face was still contorted from the denied climax. Now his master was pounding into him at a delicious new angle. Rand fell into a euphoric trance. His flesh surged with tingly pleasure, but his cock remained strained from need for orgasmic contraction.

  Deandred started grunting, then Rand felt the hot gush of his sperm. He made stilted thrusts upward while seizing with his pleasure. One hand deftly went to Rand's testicles and pulled off the loop.

  "Yes!"

  His master jacked a devastating orgasm out of his cock. Rand's muscles convulsed and thick seed sprayed onto his chest. He screamed his moans through the rapturous climax. His cock spasmed four times in his master's pumping hand. Even after he was spent Deandred kept jacking and his cock clenched without release.

  His feet were placed back on the floor. Deandred's ruddy cock, still stiff, pulled out of him. He took Rand's cock back in his hand and started pumping just as furiously as he had while he came.

  Rand began to panic. "Oh fuck—fuck!"

  His tender organ twinged deep inside with a terrible heat. He tried to angle his hips away but was held fast.

  "Urrgh! Ohhh!" His testicles clenched up involuntarily. "Master—!"

  Deandred continued viciously masturbating him.

  Rand began to sob. "Oh my fucking—augh!"

  The ache subsided after a few moments more. His cock grew rigid again. Rand bit his bottom lip. Although still tender, he passed to the stage were pleasure was again possible. Deandred released his renewed erection.

  His master met his eyes with a smile. He touched his fingertips against his sore nipples. "Lovely."

  Rand snuffled and caught his breath. His cock stood out in front of him. He quivered so potently it was difficult to stand.

  Deandred unbound him from his wrist cuffs. "No more torture."

  Rand drew a long breath. "Thank you, Master."

  Deandred brought his arms around him and joined their lips. Rand clung to him. His master's affection was causing rapturous warmth in his core. Deandred caressed his shoulders and ass while their tongues parried. Then he pulled back to gaze at him.

  "You did so well, my pet."

  Rand fixed on his master's dewy lips. "Then...are we...?"

  "No. I'm not done fucking you."

  Rand looked into his glistening dark eyes. "Fuck me, Master."

  Deandred led him to a large oval glass orb in the center of the room. He urged Rand to his knees before it, then steered him to drape his body over it. Deandred reached between his thighs and placed his cock inside a hole in the orb. He knelt to reach a control box on the side. After flipping a few switches Rand felt suction pulling on his cock. Deandred moved behind him, reoiled his cock, and penetrated. He hugged Rand while thrusting into him.

  The suction on his cock was mild and his master's thrusting organ felt so pleasant that Rand was able to close his eyes and slip into delirious rapture. He floated in the haze of warm pleasure for long minutes while his ass was rhythmically humped and his cock stayed suspended in a vacuum.

  "Your body is so luscious. I could just fuck you like this for hours."

  "Yeah. Let's do that. Just fuck me till tomorrow. Fill me with a gallon of cum."

  Deandred laughed softly. "How did you enjoy our first session?"

  "It was beautiful."

  "All of it, my pet?"

  "All of it."

  Deandred laughed softly again. "You are such a treasure. Now tell me what you most enjoyed?"

  "This, right now, you inside me, hugging against me. This is what I love."

  Deandred kissed his neck. "Me also."

  After luxuriating in slow tenderness for a quarter hour Deandred turned up the suction on Rand's cock.

  "Oh yeah."

  He pumped into him faster. "You want more?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Ready to come?"

  "Fuck yes, Master."

  He flipped another switch on the control. Rand's cock felt like it had been sucked into an industrial vacuum. His eyes opened wide.

  "Oh fuck!"

  Deandred pummeled his ass with furious strokes. "Let me hear you."

  "Yes, fuck! Urgh...I'm so fucking close...oof, fuck me!"

  His master's pelvis slapped against his ass. "Come for me."

  Rand's voice turned high pitched. "Yes—urgh! Oh fuck!"

  He lurched with the spasms of his cock. His master's hot seed flooded his insides.

  "Urgh...that feels so good, Master! Ngh!"

  Deandred switched off the machine, then he turned Rand's gasping body to face him. They slipped to the floor with their mouths attached and their bodies sealed together. Rand stayed on the lush carpet, in a sex-spent heap with his master.

  He hoped the moment would never end.

  But when lust subsided Rand became aware of his hunger. Deandred stroked his hair while gazing into his eyes. "Let's go get dinner."

  Rand smiled.

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  They converged in the dining room a short while later. Robots brought wild greens and fried scorpion. Rand resisted making a disgusted face. As his master bit into one, however, he saw the Eidolon give a wince of revulsion.

  "You're still in charge of the prison camp," Deandred said.

  Rand nodded while crunching on a coiled tail.

  "Ensure all their needs are met by coordinating with Delphi. They're supposed to have supplies delivered along with the prisoners. Isn't that right?"

  "They're sending provisions for a full 500 man barrack. Any problems should be minor."

  "Sort through all those problems for me, Rand. You'll need to be at the camp daily to ensure things are running smoothly."

  "That's what I figured." He downed a crunchy bite with some water.

  "You're not simply there to be their nanny. I also want you to maintain order. Gizmoidon will have dozens of his orbs watching them. Make sure they know the consequences for rebellious actions. They're to be obedient prisoners for the duration of this truce. Anything less will result in an immediate execution. Let them know their whispers can be heard."

  Rand gave a concerned nod. "Nothing's going to happen on my watch. I'll make sure they know there's no fucking around."

  Deandred dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Then there's the matter of the comfort slaves. Fifty of them are going to be chosen. They've no choice in the matter. I want them to accept their fates gracefully, as you have."

  Rand grew tense. "Some g
uys will be able to handle it. Others won't."

  "You need to determine which men will flourish as permanent slaves and provide me their names."

  He felt an icy crackle at the base of his neck.

  "I know that will be the thing that causes you the most difficulty. But the promise of these slaves is what got Delphi the truce. Consider all the lives that have been spared just during these last few days already. If we were still fighting over the Daneer Ridge Inlet you would have had hundreds of casualties this week. They're the necessary sacrifices in exchange for this reprieve, Rand."

  He swallowed. "I'll interview them. One by one...little by little. Some of these guys have no family and no prospects once they get out of Delphi. Those are the ones with the least to lose. They'll freak when they're picked, but if they get a situation like what I have it may work out for them." He met Deandred's eyes. "I mean, it's a job. A place to live. Someone to be with. It's better than what some guys will have back home."

  Deandred reached over to clasp his hand. "You sum it up objectively—but beautifully. Do you think things are better for you with me than what you had back home, Rand?"

  Rand nodded without hesitation. "I have you now."

  He gave his hand a tender squeeze. "Let them see through you that becoming a comfort slave is not a fate to dread. Most Eidolons are as civilized as I am—and they'll cherish someone who gives himself to them."

  He wet his lips. "It's still going to be a tough sell. I'll get you your candidates, though. Hell, I may even have some volunteers. You never know."

  "There's an Eidolon named Ottrea who shares the rule of Rendono with me. I would like for him to have his slave within the first week, Rand. Find the very best candidate for me. Ottrea deserves this, and he'll be a good master to him."

  Rand took a long breath, but then nodded once again. "I'll find him someone...someone good."

  "I know you will."

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  The next day Rand stood on a platform while fifty robots coordinated unloading five hundred men from a cargo ship into the yard of the camp. Each had a knapsack with their military issue. Other robots had been working to offload supply trucks. To Rand it seemed like Delphi was overstocking the camp. The men were going to be privy to better food than they had at the barracks. (He planned on swiping some before he left for the day.)