Clan and Conviction (Clan Beginnings) (17 page)

Gelan gasped and shot the Nobek a look.  “Fine.  I don’t mind the air.  Lights off.”

“Lights on, resume previous level of illumination.”  Wynhod bent down and paddled the Dramok’s vulnerable ass with a series of quick slaps.  Gelan’s butt came to burning life, and he shouted and kicked.

Wynhod grinned down at him.  “Why deprive any curious eyes of how much fun I’m having?  Leave it, Dramok.  I’d like for others to see you servicing my needs.”

“Bastard,” Gelan breathed, but he couldn’t disobey.  Not with the poison of Wynhod’s intoxicant flowing through his head, making defiance impossible.  He lay on the bed, trembling with mingled anger and arousal.

Wynhod yanked Gelan’s boots and uniform off in short order, not bothering to be delicate in the least about it.  He then sat next to the Dramok.  His hands rubbed all over Gelan’s still stinging ass, making him groan and writhe in equal parts delight and torment.  His cocks were swollen beneath his belly.

“Humiliation play.  Still your least favorite, I presume?” the Nobek mused.

Gelan snarled.  “I will get you for this.”

“I’m sure you will.  But for now, you belong to me.  All you want is for me to be pleased with you.  Isn’t that right?”

Gelan wanted to say anything but yes, but he choked on the choice curse words that popped into his head.  He did want Wynhod satisfied, more than anything else.  Damned intoxicating venom.

Wynhod chuckle was pure evil.  “As I said, I think you need some discipline, the kind that is fit for a child and therefore extremely demeaning to a strong Dramok like yourself.  We’ll get to the real stuff later, the punishment you truly deserve, but for now, you will lie absolutely still for your spanking.”

Spanking?
  Oh no, no way Gelan would allow that.  Yet his body lay slack and quiescent on the bed, the words
lie absolutely still
burning inside his skull as if someone had branded them there.  Even stronger than his absolute need to get up and fight this embarrassment was the overriding necessity of obeying the man who had captured him.

Chortling with delight as if he could hear every thought in Gelan’s head, Wynhod sat up and looked over the Dramok’s vulnerable rump.  “I’m going to get this nice and red, and then we’re going to play for real.  Ready?”

“You will get this back twice over, you sadistic Nobek.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Wynhod’s hand flashed overhead.  Gelan winced, unable to look away as it hung there, as if waiting for some sort of cue.  A loud
crack
sounded in the room. 

Gelan’s eyes widened.  The Nobek had moved so fast, he’d never seen his hand move.  It seemed to have remained suspended over his ass.

Fire exploded across Gelan’s left butt cheek.  He sucked in air between his teeth so hard it whistled.

“You’re wearing my handprint, my friend,” Wynhod smirked.  “Now for the other one.”

This time, Gelan saw a suggestion of movement.  Then came the earsplitting sound of contact once more.  His other cheek blazed to agonized life.

He ground his teeth together, refusing to let out the demeaning yelp that wanted to escape.  It was bad enough Wynhod smacked his ass like a naughty young whelp.  The Dramok wasn’t about to wail like a child.

“Pretty,” Wynhod commented, looking at his handiwork with pride.  “Too bad I can’t leave you like this.  No, the whole ass needs to be worn out properly.”

With that, his hand flew up and down, slapping Gelan’s butt with quick, fierce blows.  All the Dramok could do was lie absolutely still and take it.  Wynhod’s earlier command kept him loose-limbed on the bed, accepting discipline like he deserved it.

He did not like being humiliated with such juvenile punishment.  He hated that there might be someone out there flying past in a shuttle seeing him, a full-grown Dramok, taking a bare-handed spanking.  But some little quirk in his personality, the part that liked giving in to someone who had bested him in a fight … or in this case, wits … that part liked being made helpless.  It liked giving himself over to Wynhod’s not-so-tender mercies.  A lot.

Even as Wynhod administered fiery pain to his ass, the pit of Gelan’s gut roiled with excitement.  His cocks were swollen to aching, eager to be touched by the firm hand presently raining agony on his flesh.  He lubricated freely, making the linens beneath him wet with spicy-scented musk.

Only once his entire ass thudded with heat did Wynhod let up.  Gelan realized he’d been biting his lips closed to keep in the moans that rose in his throat.  His butt and cocks throbbed in tandem with his pulse.  Damn it, he needed to come, and soon.  He had the ugly idea his lover might not allow it until he begged for it.  More humiliation.  Not because Wynhod particularly liked embarrassing Gelan; the Nobek simply enjoyed displaying power when he claimed it.

“You have turned the most precious shade of pink,” Wynhod told him. 

“Did you wear your tender hand out, sweetheart?” Gelan sneered.  He knew he asked for trouble, but he would not let the Nobek think he had cowed him in any way, shape, or form.

“Not at all.  I just didn’t want you to cry before I got to the good stuff.”

“I never cry.”  It was true.  No matter what happened, whether it was physical or emotional pain, Gelan remained as dry-eyed as a Nobek.

“Is that so?”  Wynhod smiled and swept a hand over Gelan’s aching rear.  “Tell me, when was the last time tails or leather kissed this perfect ass?”

Ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine, Gelan asked offhandedly, “Oh?  You brought your tools?”

“I didn’t need to because I know how you are.  Location, Gelan.”

“Shit.”  The problem with reconnecting with old flames was how well they remembered you.  “On the wall behind you.”

Wynhod stood and moved away.  Still under the command to remain motionless, Gelan couldn’t see him.  However, he could hear the telltale slide of the drawer Wynhod triggered.  A soft sigh let Gelan know how pleased the Nobek was with what he saw.

“How many drawers of party favors do you have?”

Despite knowing what was in those drawers and which ones Wynhod was likely to use, Gelan couldn’t help his grin.  “Three.”

The growl he heard made his cocks pulse in alarmed excitement.  Gelan did like bottoming a strong man, and Wynhod was as powerful a Nobek as one could wish for.

He was also capable of being absolutely silent.  The fact that Gelan heard him rummaging through the assorted goodies in the deep drawers meant Wynhod wanted him to hear what he was doing.  He wanted Gelan wondering and worrying what might be used on him in the hours ahead.

“Nice.  Very nice,” his partner commented.  “Quite the collection.  I’m going to enjoy tonight immensely.  Let’s start with this.”

Wynhod came back to the bed, one hand hidden behind his thigh so Gelan couldn’t see what instrument of joy or torture he might be holding.  Knowing what was in his inventory and Wynhod’s tastes, Gelan betted on torture.  He flicked his gaze up to the Nobek’s predatory face.

“What did you choose?”

“I’m about to show you.  Cuffs, move straight up in relation to prisoner’s head.”

Gelan’s arms slid over the sleeping mat so that his arms stretched over his head.  His bicep now blocked his view.

“Up on your knees, my gorgeous Dramok.  Put that ass up in the air for me.”

Gelan obeyed.  Once more he was acutely aware of the open arches showing the display he put on, and his face heated as much as his spanked ass.  His lips wrinkled back in a snarl, but he kept quiet.  Maybe if he didn’t acknowledge the humiliation, Wynhod wouldn’t put him in an even more demeaning position.  One could always hope.

Embarrassed or not, his cocks were so hard they curved towards his belly.  When Wynhod grasped the primary one, Gelan couldn’t contain his shout.  Excruciating pleasure surged at the other man’s touch, and the heavy organ spat pre-cum.

“Oh, someone is very ready to be enjoyed,” Wynhod purred.  His hand slid slowly down to the base of the prick, making Gelan shout again.  Another surge of elation hit, and more juice escaped in near climax.  “You are right on the verge.  That’s all right.  I can take care of that.”

With that cruel promise, Gelan felt something constricting slide over both his cocks, snugging up tight at their bases, right up to his groin.  The grip was so tight it almost hurt.  He groaned in recognition.

“Damn it.  You just had to find that double cockring, didn’t you?”

Wynhod gave his ass a couple of not-so-gentle swats.  “I’m going to find it all, big boy.  It’s just a matter of what I decide to use on you.  Keep that ass in the air.  Don’t move.”

“Fuck,” Gelan whispered as Wynhod went back to sifting through the bins of playthings.  The cockrings were vises on his pricks, choking off the orgasm that wanted to happen.  A knot of need formed between the two aching organs, throbbing in agonized want.

Something behind the Dramok made a squirting sound.  That was followed by wet, squishy noises he recognized.  Wynhod had found something to shove up his ass and was lubing it.  With all the ass-friendly objects Gelan owned of different sizes and functions, the sky was just about the limit on what might be going in his butt momentarily.

“I take it you’ve used these things more on others than have been used on you,” Wynhod said conversationally.

“Not too many get the best of me,” Gelan acknowledged.  “Most fight fair,” he added, still smarting over the sneaky way Wynhod had taken him down.

“I don’t, and I make no apologies for it,” came the laugh.  “Let’s see how much you enjoy this.  Open wide.”

Gelan couldn’t help but obey.  Something hard and slick pressed against his anus, and he released tension to take it in.  Damn, it had been a while since he last had been overcome.  There was a slight ache as the dildo Wynhod had chosen slid inside him.  It was thick, about the width of a secondary dick.  Gelan realized it was also long as it kept entering, reaching deep inside him.

“Fuck.”  He knew which one Wynhod had decided to use on him.  The Nobek had found the extra long one which would vibrate right against his interior cum spot.  Son of a bitch.

“Recognize it?  Good.”

Without warning, the dildo switched on.  Gelan yelped as it buzzed gently against his hot button, sending slivers of ecstasy through his groin.  The excitement built quickly, delivering a deep kick of violent ecstasy.  Molten heat surged and Gelan cried out.  His body tried to come.  There was a thudding sensation between his cocks as rapture attempted to shove its way out of him.  The dual cockring held release at bay, damming it up.  The pressure felt horrendous.

The vibration switched off, leaving Gelan gasping and moaning.  Sweat had broken out all over his body.

“That’s good,” Wynhod whispered.  “I like seeing you like this.”

He grasped the end of the dildo and twisted it, simultaneously stretching Gelan’s tight sphincter muscles and grinding against his prostate.  Gelan screamed as white-hot rapture sizzled inside, still trying to break free.  His muscles trembled with the violent need to climax or escape.  He could do neither.

“That’s right.  Take it, Gelan.  Let me hear it.”

The dildo switched on again. Wynhod pressed the humming length tight to Gelan’s cum spot.  A brutal spike of pleasure speared his guts.  The Dramok shrieked as his cocks strained to release and failed.

It turned off.  The slithery sound of many strands of leather made him open his eyes.  Wynhod shook a palm-handled flogger in front of him, letting him see all the tails with knots tied at their ends.

“Still into pain with your pleasure, I take it?” the Nobek asked.

Gelan nearly did weep and make a liar out of himself for claiming he never did.  He’d like the coming beating fine if it weren’t for the cockrings turning his paradise into hell.  “Damn.  You’re going to make my dicks explode.”

Wynhod leaned down so Gelan could see his intense expression.  “You’re going to come screaming for me.  I promise it.”

The fierce, almost primitive expression on the Nobek’s face only made Gelan need to climax more.  To be at the mercy of such a feral creature…

The vibrator switched on again.  Gelan tensed as desperate want boiled through his loins, making all sense disappear.  Then a swishing sound joined the dildo’s hum, and hot stings dug into his already aching ass. 

Gelan lost all sense in the sweet torment of the next few minutes.  The vibrator pulsed insistently at his hot spot, filling him with cruel arousal.  Darting stabs of delicious pain peppered his ass and thighs as Wynhod plied his flesh with the flogger.  Occasionally he paused to grind the dildo deeper and harder, making brutal ecstasy pound Gelan’s churning insides.

The Dramok wanted to come.  He needed to come.  Damn it, he
had
to come or go insane.  But the rings kept the roiling lava in his groin from making its desperate escape, just as the cuffs and Wynhod’s toxic bite held Gelan helpless for the torment.

He screamed and wailed gorgeous misery for his captor’s delight.  Wynhod rewarded him with more luscious torture.  Between his shrieks, Gelan heard the Nobek gasping and growling as he grew more excited.

Gelan’s hands spasmed.  He had no strength in them, but he was able to curl his fingers in the sheets and gently clutch them in his fists.  The intoxicant in his system was wearing off.  In a few more minutes he’d be able to resist Wynhod’s commands.  He’d be able to pull those damned rings off his throbbing dicks and make himself come if it weren’t for the cuffs.  However, Wynhod stopped whipping him at that moment.  “Getting some control back, are you?” he growled.  “Good.  I wanted you to be on the verge of regaining yourself.  It will make my conquest that much better.”