Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crave - Chapter Three, Scene Two

 

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Time for a little disciplinary action

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Sletran, age 35 

Conyod’s sleeping room was still dark when Sletran’sinterior clock woke him. The window vids displayed a sea sparkling undermoonlight.

Not the mountains. He hated the mountains, especiallythose near his childhood home. Hated and feared them.

The Nobek wondered if Conyod had gotten over his loathing ofthose scenic peaks, the site of his older brother’s death.

His night vision was excellent, and the dim illuminationallowed him to examine Conyod’s slumbering features. Once again, he marveled athow stunning his lover of the night before had become. How much a man theImdiko was. Only the shape of his nose and chin remained to remind Sletran ofthe troubled teen he’d rescued from a pack of bullies. The child appeared to belong gone.

Such a beautiful, desirable man. Sletran had never imaginedthe skinny boy with the hollowed eyes could become this gorgeous creature. Hewas amazed anew, as he’d been when he’d sighted Conyod in the bar yesterday.

He’s laid his ghosts to rest.

As if sensing Sletran’s scrutiny, Conyod’s eyelids flutteredopen. He blinked at the Nobek, and a smile curved his lush lips. “It wasn’t adream. You’re here.”

“I’m here.” And ridiculously glad he was.

“How long can I keep you here?” Conyod’s fingertips skatedover Sletran’s chest and abdomen, lower still until he found how awake Sletranwas. “I can’t allow you to leave in this state.”

“I should hope not. Maybe the good Dr. Conyod can cure me inan hour? I have to get back to base for drills.”

“You’re very gifted at drilling, I noticed.”

Sletran laughed. “Worst pun ever.”

“Then I have to earn your forgiveness too.”

“What did you have in mind?”

 

Conyod grinned at Sletran’s question. They’d barelyscratched the surface of his many fantasies starring the Nobek.

“You’re a squad leader and instructor, right? A big deal, incharge of the enlisted men.”

“Hardly a big deal.” His eyes twinkled amusement, a funnylook given how hard and pulsing his primary was in Conyod’s stroking palm.

“Oh? You don’t deal punishment for infractions?”

“Disciplining wayward soldiers is part of my jobdescription.” His cock jerked in Conyod’s grip. He liked where this line ofquestioning was going.

“Strappings, I suppose. And having them submitting togetting their asses fucked, so they’re humiliated…right?”

Sletran licked his lips, his gaze running over Conyod. “If Ibelieve it’ll make them think twice about committing future breaches inconduct.”

“Would a terrible pun be enough to earn a reminder of howoffensive such humor is? How awful I am to assault your ears by committing thissort of foolishness?”

Sletran’s delighted grin answered for him. “On your belly,boy. Your ass is about to sting. Hold on. I left my clothes in your greetingroom.”

He dashed out but quickly returned holding his utility beltstudded by its many sheaths and pouches. Conyod’s shafts surged heat as much athis lover’s excited expression as the anticipation of putting himself at hismercy. They did so again as Sletran whipped the covers from the sleeping mat toexpose him.

Conyod lay carefully on his stomach, aware of his erectionsas he did so. He peered through the midnight spill of hair to watch Sletran ashe stripped his belt clear of devices. The various pouches containing knives, ahandheld computer, com unit, and various other tools of a squad leader’s tradethumped in quick succession to the ground.

The strap minus its accessories was thick. A nervous thrillshot through Conyod.

Sletran approached the sleeping mat, eyeing the vulnerableass awaiting his correction. Rather than immediately roasting it, however, herubbed the muscular cheeks. His coarse massage sent excitement tumblingstraight to Conyod’s trapped lengths.

The Nobek’s gaze moved up. He frowned. “Hair out of the way.I want to watch your face while I beat your ass, boy, so I can make sure you’relearning your lesson.”

“Yes, sir.” Conyod flipped the thick tresses aside. Thoughhe’d never served in the ground troops…an Imdiko soldier was an immenserarity…he was aware of how errant soldiers were disciplined by their superiors.He doubted any of them found it enjoyable, but they probably weren’t givingthemselves to a fantasy he’d entertained through the years.

He’d finally learn if the fantasy could be as good asreal-life play.

Sletran dropped the stern disciplinarian act long enough tosay, “Give me a word to signal if this becomes too much. Something odd, off thewall.”

Conyod had forgotten his safety in his excitement. Oncemore, Sletran was protecting him from real harm. “Berlub.”

Sletran chuckled to hear him name the stolen berries thathad brought them together all those years ago. “Berlub it is.” His expressionhardened again, and he became the officer bringing the force of punishment tobear. “Don’t move, boy. An attempt to escape punishment or hide your face fromme will result in double.”

“Yes, sir.” Conyod’s heart sped as the Nobek ceased rubbinghis ass. His soon-to-be-strapped ass.

Sletran stood tall and imposing, the thick leather poisedfor the first strike. It came in a blur of motion.

Conyod heard the meaty smack before he felt it. Thenthe pain was upon him, lighting a streak of fire across his buttocks. Hegasped, and Sletran struck a second time.

Conyod shouted. The intensity was incredible, and he barelystopped himself from scrambling across the bed to escape. Fortunately, he’ddone pain play in the past, so he knew what to expect…but the furious blazeacross his ass was as intense as anything he’d experienced prior to this.

Another blow from the strap. He wailed and kicked butmanaged to remain in place.

“That’s right,” Sletran grunted. Conyod managed to somehownote in the midst of his torment how pleased the Nobek sounded. “I love hearinga lesson well-learned.”

He paused the strapping to rub Conyod’s ass. The roughhandling, centered on where the belt had fallen, tormented him as much as thestrikes. Conyod held his forearm to his mouth to muffle his involuntary squall.

Sletran resumed whipping him. After a few strokes, hemassaged the searing flesh once more. Conyod made no attempt to quiet hiscries. It hurt.

However, another sensation was making itself known. WhenSletran’s strap returned to its disciplinary work, Conyod grew aware of abuzzing sensation in his skull. The pain was transforming. It burned like hell,but the torment hadn’t alleviated his carnal urges. Indeed, he was growing morearoused as he sank in his helplessness before his “superior officer.”

His yelps changed to moans as the heat of anguish andrapture melted into a single intense sensation. His cock plumped beneath him,and he writhed to apply friction to already aching need. Every slap fromSletran’s leather added to the cacophony of lust. His ass rose to meet it,rather than shying away.

“Fuck,” Sletran breathed, and tossed the strap aside. Hescrambled to get behind Conyod, between his legs. His hands gripped theImdiko’s hips and lifted. An instant later, he sank his thick, wet primary inConyod’s ass.

Conyod shouted as his lover’s shaft rubbed his innerhotspot. A jolt of sheer pleasure shot through his lengths, threatening to makehim spill. Sletran pushed fully in him, then paused. The Nobek’s hot breathbeat against Conyod’s ear as he gasped.

“So damned good,” Sletran groaned. His hand squirmed beneathConyod, who was too focused on the bliss pulsing in his sexes to register whatwas happening.

He was close to climax and eager to let it happen, but astrong grip at the base of his primary asserted he wouldn’t. He yelped acomplaint, but Sletran grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand andheld him down.

“No, you don’t. Not until I decide you can, soldier,” hegrowled. “First, you’re going to take a rough fucking. Then…if I feellike it…you can come for me.”

He pounded Conyod’s ass hard, holding him helpless, dammingup the threatening orgasm. Conyod howled in agonized ecstasy, the brutalfriction on his cumspot sending molten cum to his larger shaft. It was blockedfrom escape by Sletran’s uncompromising grip. The continuous smacks ofSletran’s groin to his strapped ass added to the excruciating rapture that leftConyod screaming in the bed linens.

“Yeah, you feel it, don’t you?”

He rutted, his powerful thrusts rocking Conyod despite thegrip on his neck keeping him from fleeing. Conyod clawed the sheets, fightingfor purchase. He had to come. He’d die if he didn’t.

Sletran’s groan filled the air. His shaft pulsed hugely inConyod’s ass, his hot seed filling him. He continued to drive deep the wholewhile, refusing to relent. Even after his moans dissipated and it was obvioushe’d finished shooting his passion in Conyod, he continued to fuck him.

“Damn, that was amazing. Fucking incredible,” he muttered.

Conyod wailed into the mattress, feeling his loins wouldexplode.

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you? You want to come for me. Letme hear you beg me to let you come, boy.”

Conyod managed to twist his head so his face wasn’t buriedin the bed. “Please, sir, please let me come.”

“More, boy. Say it like you mean it.”

Conyod fairly screamed. “Please! I want to come foryou! Let me come for you, sir!”

“All right. This time.”

His grip loosened only slightly, just enough to allow him topump Conyod’s clamoring primary. Enough to allow the burning tide to erupt inbreath-stealing jolts, each accompanied by the Imdiko’s scream of agonizedrelease.

He was certain he’d never come so hard or for so long. Evenwhen Sletran let him collapse in a twitching heap, his emptied loins continuedto spasm.

Sletran crashed to the mat next to him. “Shit, Conyod. Thatwas insane. Exciting as hell.”

Conyod found the strength to grunt.

Sletran chuckled and sat up to rub his shoulders. “Your assis a lovely red. Should I fetch you something for pain?”

He mumbled, “Not yet. If I’m lucky and it doesn’t get toobad, I can have it for a lovely reminder during work of our night together.”

The Nobek’s grin was admiring. “I can’t get over how yougrew up. You’re all man, my friend. And then some.”

Conyod considered. Had it been merely an enjoyable interludefor Sletran? Did he dare hope for more?

He couldn’t stand not knowing. He made the leap. “Any chancewe could get together again?”

Sletran leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Every chance. Let’sset a date.”

Conyod could have screamed for joy.

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Heneeded a hero and found two. Can love rescue him again?

NobekSletran never took Imdiko Conyod’s infatuation seriously when he rescued himyears before. When Conyod shows up in his life again as a strong and successfulman instead of a traumatized victim, Sletran has to reconsider the one he oncerejected and now can’t imagine life without.

Conyod hasnever given up on the man he considers his hero. Sletran is all he’s everwanted for a clanmate, and he’s determined to win him at last. But the past refusesto be laid to rest. When Conyod convinces Sletran to see him for who he’sbecome, will who he was resurface and destroy the love they’re building?

Sletran’scommanding officer Dramok Erybet is instantly fascinated by Conyod when thesoldier brings his love on base for a visit. However, Sletran isn’t the NobekErybet feels is right for him. When he rejects the Nobek, he risks losingConyod too.

Againstthe backdrop of heartbreaking childhood tragedy, a ghost who haunts Conyod andhis grief-stricken family, and military brass determined to oust Erybet fromthe rank he’s worked so hard to reach, three men must come to terms with whothey are. When tragedy strikes, the nightmares of the past must be faced andburied once and for all. Conyod, Sletran, and Erybet must dare everything tofind redemption and hold on to each other.

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