change. “That’s it, Imdiko. Give yourself over to me.”
The spanking ended. The mat moved beneath Vax, shifting as Bacoj shoved himself between his legs. His primary settled against Vax’s pucker, which spasmed at the contact. No preparation, but Vax didn’t wish for any. He ached to serve Bacoj, to offer himself for the Dramok’s enjoyment.
Bacoj speared him with a groan, his tapered length spreading Vax open, sheathing himself in tight warmth. Vax shuddered at the pain that morphed into elation as it stabbed into his sexes. He wept quietly at the desperate urge to climax, while his lover buried deep within him.
“Sweet Imdiko,” Bacoj sighed, rubbing Vax’s buttocks so that fresh, beautiful hurt filled them. “You make me so happy, Vax. Everything about you is perfect.”
The words and the feeling behind them brought a smile. No lover had ever spoken that way to Vax. The feeling of belonging increased.
He was eager to obey when Bacoj said, “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Vax would have done so without the intoxicant bending him to the Dramok’s wishes. It was a thrill to thrust back against his lover, to fill himself with Bacoj’s thick shaft over and over, encouraging his master to moan with pleasure.
“That’s right. Harder. Ancestors, that feels so fucking good. Harder. Oh shit. I’m coming, Vax. I’m coming. Coming!”
With a shout, Bacoj let go. He jolted inside Vax, filling him with warmth that leaked out to drip down his thighs. The Dramok came for a long time.
Vax shuddered, tormented and enthralled as his own shafts pulsed with unrequited need. He felt Bacoj’s every groan as he continued to thrust, coaxing every last drop of seed free.
Then they were still, Vax whimpering and Bacoj gasping in the aftermath. After a few minutes, Bacoj pulled free and stepped back.
“On your knees. On the floor.”
Something within Vax hesitated. The venom was wearing off. Nonetheless, he wanted to obey. He crept off the mat and knelt at Bacoj’s feet.
Bacoj tossed a towel before him. “Jerk yourself off onto the towel. Keep your eyes on me while you do it.”
Perhaps he should have been embarrassed at how eagerly he did as he was told. Yet in that moment, Bacoj was everything to Vax. Gazing up at the Dramok’s intent expression, Vax gripped his cocks—moaning in agony as he did so. They remained hypersensitive from the cream.
“Go ahead. Make yourself come for me.”
It only required a couple of tugs for an avalanche of ecstasy to roar through his shafts. Vax screamed as he bowed with the force of climax. Jets of cum flew from him in thick ribbons, ripping free while Bacoj watched.
Afterward, Vax hunched trembling before his lover, wavering as his depleted body threatened to topple over. Bacoj gathered him in his arms, picked him up, and lowered him onto the bed.
As he curled against the Imdiko, Bacoj chuckled. “Now that’s how it’s supposed to be done. We’ll go again as soon as I’ve recovered.”
He bit Vax, enslaving him once more, ensuring he’d get every iota of revenge he was due.
Chapter Five
Vax left the kitchen after cleaning up from a late breakfast, smiling at the distant sound of water splashing in the shower. Bacoj’s apartment was smaller than his, and it was easy to hear what was going on throughout the place. He imagined the Dramok gleaming with wetness, and a surge of interest twitched his cocks.
“Haven’t you had enough?” he muttered to them. The incredible sex had done a number on him, but youthful drives persisted. He shook his head at his unrepentant libido.
He wandered into the common room. Bacoj’s personal entertainment area was far different from his. Like Vax, he had the requisite vid player and sound system, along with a lounger that would have allowed two men to relax while they watched a kurble game or shuttle races.
Vax doubted Bacoj’s entertainment devices saw much use. Most of the space was utilized as a workshop. Tables had been set up in a maze of workstations. They were covered with wires, computer boards, tools, and various metal components Vax had no names for.
He turned on bright work lights to see the various projects in progress. Intricate machine models were spotlighted, none of which he could guess the functions of.
He bent over a cylinder-shaped mechanism the length of his forearm, fascinated. What was this sleek device supposed to be? He noted tiny hover jets and appendages that ended in claws.
“Uh oh. You’ve seen my secrets. I’ll have to keep you prisoner now.” Bacoj walked in, toweling