Clan and Conscience

by Tracy St. John

  As he massaged Ospar’s buttocks to their mutual gratification, Rivek kissed a path to the man’s pectorals. The Dramok was toned, though slighter than many men the priest had been with. Lovely. Delicious. A trim, fit package that pleased rather than overwhelmed.

  Not that Ospar didn’t carry a certain power, much of it residing in his personality, his force of will. If Rivek hadn’t been such a surprise to him, that mix of charm and strong character might have reversed their positions in short order. The priest didn’t bend to many. He had the notion Ospar, in full command over himself, would be one of the few who could manage it.

  Rivek took great pleasure in having the upper hand, even if it was to serve. There was tremendous satisfaction in making a lover tremble, as Ospar did. Rivek drew a languorous circle around his erect nipple, enjoying the shivering of his playmate. Having control over the Dramok was heady, sending molten heat trickling into Rivek’s already swollen shafts.

  The Imdiko released a supple ass cheek to suck two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet. He kissed his way to Ospar’s other nipple, sucking on the button as he searched between the cleft of his ass. Finding the man’s opening, he sank his fingers in. Ospar groaned as he was breached.

  Tight. Hot. Ospar’s inner walls flexed, drawing on the invasion. It was Rivek’s turn to groan as he realized how wonderful it would feel to thrust his primary in that taut sheath. His erections pulsed with want, begging the fantasy for real. A greedy part of him considered it for a moment. After all, Ospar was lost to desire. It would be no problem to take up position behind him, push the Dramok’s face to the mat, and press deep into that luscious, upraised ass. The image of doing so was so intense, a surge of eagerness jolted Rivek’s shafts. His main cock spurted a few drops of pre-cum.

  Later. After I’ve given them both what I said I would.

  The voice of his conscience had spoken, and Rivek could never ignore that. With a resigned sigh, he released the Dramok.

  Ignoring Ospar’s dismayed moan, Rivek beckoned to Jol. “Come close. Let me remove those shoes for you.”

  He didn’t miss how the Nobek swallowed. Rivek was no fighter, so the usual battle for dominance to win a Nobek’s surrender was out of the question. Rivek was more hopeful of winning a battle of wits, though Jol had demonstrated he was no fool.

  He was a man, however. Virile, with the great lusts of his breed. Rivek’s seduction of Ospar had also been a subtle play to weaken Jol’s defenses, to give the Nobek visual stimulation that would make him hopeful of receiving the same.

  It seemed to have worked. Jol came to him, standing next to Ospar who watched Rivek with hopeful, begging eyes. The Imdiko kissed him to pacify and tantalize before turning to Jol and tugging on his calf. “Lift. There you go. Now the other shoe. Good. Mmm, I like what I’m seeing up here.”

  Rivek’s gaze had gone to Jol’s tented crotch. He ran his hand from Jol’s foot, free of the shoe he’d worn, up the inside of his leg, moving at a slow but steady pace towards the impressive bulge. Knowing Nobeks as he did, the priest wasted no time teasing. He went straight to Jol’s livid crotch, cupping and rubbing. The Nobek’s knees jerked, hard enough that Rivek worried he might fall.

  “Easy. Easy. That’s it,” the Imdiko said in a soothing tone. He was sure his touch was far from calming, however. Jol’s entire body thrummed with excitement as Rivek pulled on him through his pants. “These need attention. Be still, and I’ll be certain you get it.”

  Despite the fact that Jol could have jumped on Rivek, taken him down and fucked him senseless, he too bowed to the Imdiko’s gentle control. Caught in the spell as Ospar had been, Jol held himself motionless—except for a quiver that ran through him from head to toe—as Rivek loosened his pants and slid them down his gorgeously muscled legs.

  “Oh yes.” Rivek’s appreciation, while planned, was sincere. “Now step out of them. Wonderful. Let me taste.”

  Maybe it was the subliminal idea that Jol was a Nobek, but his thick cocks, curving up, seemed to have a wilder, heavier flavor than Ospar’s more delicate notes. Rivek gave them a little more attention than he had granted the Dramok’s, determined to sap any fight from the fierce creature. The priest didn’t let up until he had Jol panting.

  “Come down here, stunning Nobek. Let’s get that protective armor off you.”

  Jol dropped to his knees, not hesitating for even the briefest of instances. His stare as Rivek pulled the vest from his carved torso was dark with desire. He knelt before the Imdiko, frozen except for the tremors racing through his body. His attitude was of breathless anticipation, waiting to see what Rivek would do to him.

  Ospar’s selections for the Nobek had provided a clue, though Rivek was aware many of the breed had a learned masochistic streak. Much of their training had to do with dealing out pain, but a substantial portion included withstanding and overcoming torment. They were encouraged to exalt in pain, to use it to prove their toughness.

  Holding Jol’s gaze, Rivek reached for a dark nipple. He’d treated Ospar’s with licks and kisses. He pinched Jol’s, adding a slight twist to amp up the hurt.

  The Nobek’s teeth bared. His fists clenched. He hissed through a violent grin, and a shudder chased through his frame.

  “I can hurt you,” Rivek whispered, not dropping his stare for an instant. “I can make you enjoy it.”

  “Yes.” The word was nearly lost in Jol’s growl.

  The priest pinched his other nipple. Then he bit Jol. With the Nobek rumbling deep in his throat, Rivek kept biting him, moving all over his torso, ranging up to the thick neck, the meaty shoulder. He grabbed the other man’s granite flesh with ruthless violence, occasionally slapping. As he moved around, pulling the snarling creature between himself and Ospar, Rivek shoved Jol to all fours. Despite all the frightening sounds the Nobek uttered, he bent easily.

  Rivek continued to handle him roughly, kept biting, moving down from shoulder to back. Then there was the muscled ass, iron beneath silky skin. Rivek smacked that stunning piece of art, then bit each cheek hard enough to leave marks. Jol threw his head back to yell at the rocky ceiling.

  The man did like it harsh. Judging from the wide-eyed way Ospar was looking at them, the Dramok had no idea how much punishment Jol could get into.

  Rivek grinned and picked up the large plug. He waved it in Jol’s face. “I’m going to shove this in your ass. If you fight me, the fun is over. Understand?”

  Jol glared over his shoulder at Rivek, purple eyes gleaming through thick strands of blue-black hair. There was a flash of fangs as he hissed at his tormentor. Yet he lowered from his hands to his elbows, angling his ass high in the air. He spread his legs.

  Rivek lubricated the plug. Jol might have more than a touch of masochist in him, but the Imdiko was no sadist. He would deal out the minimum of pain to keep his playmate enthusiastic.

  He knelt behind Jol, admiring the view. Another rear his erections ached for. Rivek was once again sure he’d encounter no resistance if he opted to fuck. He restrained a sigh, knowing he’d have to hope for the chance later.

  Rivek delivered a stinging slap to Jol’s upraised buttocks, impressed when the Nobek didn’t flinch. However, Jol’s shafts jerked, and a few drops fell from the primary to the mat. Rivek winked at the watching Ospar.

  “Time to stuff this eager ass,” he said. “And you will accept every inch of this, Nobek.”

  Rivek didn’t wait for a response. He pushed the tapered tip of the plug into Jol’s entrance. It widened quickly, and the Nobek’s magnificent buttocks clenched for a moment before he relaxed.

  The priest had lubricated the plug thoroughly. It slid in with little trouble, though Rivek didn’t doubt its generous girth burned Jol’s tight ring.

  Soon all that was left was the bulbous bump near the base of the plug, which when inserted, would hold it securely inside Jol’s ass. Instead of forcing it into the Nobek, Rivek amused himself by fucking him with it instead. It was exciting to watch the plug slide in and out
of Jol, imagining it was his cock enjoying that taut channel.

  It must have been hitting the right spot, because Jol shifted, rocking himself to push onto it. Rivek gave his ass a couple of smart slaps.

  “Who told you to move? I’ll have to punish you now.”

  With that, the priest shoved the plug all the way in, the bulbous part popping into Jol’s rear to lodge there. There was a startled gasp, and Jol’s hands turned to fists.

  Figuring the best chastisement for a naughty Nobek wouldn’t include words, Rivek grabbed the wooden paddle that Ospar had selected. The thick tool was hardly more than a wide board with a grip at the end. Maybe the Dramok knew his clanmate’s delight in receiving torment after all.

  While Jol writhed from having to take the ass plug so abruptly, Rivek swung. The crack of the paddle against the Nobek’s flesh was resounding. Ospar jumped. Jol yelled, a wild animal’s howl that stood Rivek’s hair on end. At first, he thought the warrior might turn on him and beat the hell out of him.

  Instead, the Nobek reset himself, bracing. His buttocks rose higher in the air, inviting the next blow.

  Rivek kept paddling. He took Jol to task, reddening his ass to his satisfaction. Except for that initial surprised yell, the man bore the discipline in the stoic manner one would expect of a Nobek. Rivek was breathing harder than Jol when he tossed the paddle aside.

  He released Ospar’s wrists from their bindings. “I hope I’ve served you both well thus far? You are welcome to use the remaining items on me now.”

  The quickness with which they responded was gratifying. Their lengths were rigid. They snatched greedily at the things Rivek had chosen. “You will pay,” Ospar warned him. “Oh, how you’ll pay for the teasing.”

  Rivek hoped so. Ospar’s brutal kiss, delivered with his fingers tangled in the priest’s hair, his tongue shoving into Rivek’s, promised even more wonders. The Imdiko offered no resistance as Jol cinched the four leather cuffs on him, clipping each wrist to an ankle as he knelt on the mat.

  Ospar seized Rivek’s cocks. “Solid as a rock, aren’t you?” he said. “Enjoyed playing with us, I suppose?”

  “You do offer a great deal of entertainment,” Rivek said. While his words were offhand, they came out on ragged breaths. The Dramok’s stroking was demanding, allowing no debate on whether or not he should be aroused. Excitement poured into his shafts, every throb of his pulse vibrating the veins with drumbeat insistence.

  Jol appeared at his side, cradling his shoulders. A hand on Rivek’s chest forced him to lean back as the Nobek stared down at him. The gaze was threatening. How much pain would Jol deal to him after the paddling he’d administered? The uncertainty sent a delicious thrill dashing down his spine.

  With a smirk, Jol bent and seized Rivek’s nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, drawing it tight, dragging his rough tongue over it, making the priest writhe as Ospar continued to work his cocks. Rivek couldn’t stop the tiny sound of excitement that escaped his throat at the enthralling assault. The others held him in place, delighting him with insistent groping. Rivek closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment.

  A stab of pain electrified him. His eyes flew open to see Jol’s leer as the Nobek tightened a clamp on his nipple. Rivek tried to snatch it off in an instant of instinct, but his arms were locked to his ankles. He had no way to protect himself.

  Jol chuckled and bent to mouth the other nipple. Rivek whimpered, his senses confused by the rapture of Ospar’s grip on his shafts and Jol’s kiss and the compelling hurt of his trapped flesh in the clamp. His attention shuttled between torment and bliss, unable to reconcile between the two.

  He tried to prepare himself when Jol released his nipple, as the Nobek readied the other clamp. Yet the spear of agony, expected as it was, felt no less severe. Rivek struggled for real, yanking against the cuffs, trying to escape Jol’s unbreakable grasp around his shoulders. The Nobek snickered and kept him under control.

  “What’s wrong, Master?” Ospar grinned. “You had plenty of will to torment. None to withstand the same?”

  Rivek swore, the harsh torture of his nipples winning against the delectable thrill of the Dramok’s hands on him. Usually, the hurt of clamps faded into the background, lost in the delight of sensual play elsewhere. Maybe Jol had set them to be far tighter than he’d enjoyed in the past.

  The Imdiko didn’t have long to worry over the matter, however. Ospar leaned down and captured his primary in his ever-charming mouth. The blast of pure sensuality, while not erasing the agony of his chest, made it unimportant.

  The soft, warm, yielding enclosure slid over his larger shaft. Ospar’s raspy tongue rubbed the underside of Rivek’s dick, caressing the pounding vein that ran its length with enthralling friction. A surge of blatant desire walloped the Imdiko. His hips thrust, trying to drive him deeper into that wet heat that made his eyes roll in their sockets. In, in, ever in, until he was sheathed fully, sheltered in that clinging tenderness. Then a slow release, suction drawing on his flesh, pulling at him, coaxing the swollen tension in his secondary to release into the primary, to spill into that wonderful warm throat. Indeed, the molten fire within him was rising, trying to do that very thing as Ospar reached the tip of him.

  Then the Dramok swallowed him again, devouring Rivek in that most sensuous of feasts, bringing him closer to sweet ruin. More pulling, more coaxing to spend the astounding fullness. Meanwhile, Jol played with his nipples, licking the swollen, trapped tips, tugging on the clamps to deliver searing pain that had begun to feel—not pleasurable, but right. So very right.

  Again. And again. Enticing Rivek ever closer to the unstoppable end, unable and unwilling to protest the coming cataclysm. The Imdiko surrendered to Ospar’s will, relaxing all control over his body. A fresh jolt to his lengths warned the end was near.

  A tighter grip than before, circling his erections. Drawing to their bases, cinching down, cutting the rising tide of passion off. Rivek gasped at the heady but uncomfortable grasp and jerked his head up to see what Ospar was doing to him. He groaned. Ospar grinned.

  Rivek had forgotten about the double cockring he’d gifted his guests. It circled his shafts, snugged up tight to his groin. Now, no matter how excited he became, how the men teased him, Rivek would not be able to come. He would be trapped in erotic torment, his flesh aching to release growing tension, with no outlet to do so.

  A trap I set for myself. It was difficult to not curse his wicked leanings when Ospar put his mouth to work on him once more, making the voluptuous enjoyment a more frenzied desperation.

  “That looks incredible,” Jol purred in his ear. “I crave lips and tongue on me as well. Open up, Master.”

  He slid the jaw brace in. It was mouth guard that fit over Rivek’s lips and teeth, and forced him to stay open for use. The Imdiko stared up at Jol as the Nobek stood, putting his shafts at precisely the right height. Rivek trembled, overcome by the exciting helplessness of his position, his inability to stop Ospar from sucking on his shafts or Jol from making him accept the same thing.

  Jol lifted his primary out of the way. His hips thrust forward. The smaller secondary slid in, slipping over Rivek’s tongue and to his throat. The Nobek groaned, watching Rivek receive his arousal.

  Rivek swallowed Jol. The spicy sting of the man’s natural lubricant was thrilling to taste. Jol fucked his mouth with deliberate strokes, his feral face alight with rapture.

  Meanwhile, Ospar continued to torment the Imdiko, licking and sucking his imprisoned dicks, making him heavy with desire. Ancestors, how he ached to climax! It was even worse when Ospar stopped, leaving Rivek throbbing with want that had no release.

  The Dramok moved behind him. “So fucking hot,” Ospar whispered in Rivek’s ear. “I wanted you from the start, but I couldn’t imagine how good you’d be.”

  The warm breath sent a thrill down the Imdiko’s spine. The wet tip of a rigid phallus searching for his rear entrance increased the urgent need for orgasm. An orgasm he couldn’t have. R
ivek groaned around Jol’s length as it thrust in.

  Ospar’s shaft eased inside him a couple inches before backing out. In again, a little more. Out. Each insertion went deeper, spreading Rivek open a bit at a time, stretching him with each push. Had his cocks not been so miserable with dammed-up desire, Rivek would have enjoyed the languorous taking, the care the Dramok showed him. The initial joining with another, whether it was his lengths within a tight sleeve or accepting another man inside, was one of the most precious experiences he’d ever enjoyed. Rivek found the great vulnerability of such sharing to be profound. It tied trust with pleasure. Every encounter was to be cherished.

  Yet even with his shafts pounding with vicious hunger, he found the ability to appreciate this delightful interlude with the two men who had motivated many a fantasy. Touching them, making them eager for him had been an incredible delight. Tasting Jol, feeling the man’s secondary jerk on his tongue, swallowing him with each thrust—thrilling. Ospar filling him from behind, knowing the next drive would embed him in Rivek’s ass, awaiting that delicious sensation—and there it was, the Dramok’s fat dick rubbing against Rivek’s cumspot, his groin up tight against his buttocks, making his poor enraged lengths fight against the rings keeping them closed tight. Rivek cried out against Jol’s shaft and clenched around Ospar’s, inciting the Nobek and Dramok to groan loudly.

  Ospar’s pace increased to a steady rhythm, his loins slapping against Rivek’s ass to excite the Imdiko even more. His hotspot was treated to constant friction, raising every hair on his body as electricity crackled through him.

  Jol swapped out the smaller phallus for its larger twin. The sweetish flavor of pre-cum sprayed on Rivek’s tongue. Tasting the Nobek’s passion brought a brutal surge of want to his own shafts. Rivek’s hips jerked, as if he’d find some means to come, to expend the fierce pressure in his desperate erections.

  Making matters worse, Ospar reached for the burgeoning lengths with both hands, his tight grip enclosing Rivek and masturbating him in rhythm with his and Jol’s thrusts. The Imdiko’s thoughts broke apart under the assault as excruciating passion amped up, violent jolts trying to erupt from his blocked primary.