to pull on his sexes in turn. The heat which had simmered while he’d sucked his lover’s shaft turned fiery in an instant. Vax trembled as Bacoj played with him. When he said, “Drain close,” so the tub could fill, his voice came out higher than usual.
“Stay where you are,” Bacoj ordered and left him on his hands and knees at the basin’s rim. He went to the gift bag and rummaged through its contents.
Vax thought of the items the Dramok could choose to use on him. His pulse throbbed in his shafts as he wondered what Bacoj would select. He could have peeked, but the thrall of the moment kept him from doing so. Though he normally liked to assert subtle control, not knowing what was coming in the next few minutes excited him.
I trust Bacoj. That makes all the difference.
The tub had filled. Vax ordered the water off but kept the jets on to churn it.
“Into the tub, Imdiko.” Bacoj returned and lined up implements of pleasure on the rim, along with a pillow.
Trembling, Vax slid into the warm water. He watched as the Dramok stripped, displaying his lovely physique. Bacoj was truly a stunning man, with a chiseled chest, trim abdominal muscles, sculpted arms and thighs. His lengths, thick and ready, were perfectly formed.
Bacoj stepped into the tub and sat. He grabbed the first item from the bag. “Come here.”
Vax knelt between his spread thighs, accepting the ball gag Bacoj put in his mouth. He turned to allow the other man to buckle it in place. He might have told his lover that his mood that night ensured he wouldn’t try to talk Bacoj into doing things his way, but he wanted the Dramok’s control. For once, Vax had no need to scheme the situation into a particular outcome. He offered no attempt to resist when his wrists were bound at the small of his back.
“Face me. Up so I can put the sleeve on you.”
On his knees, Vax straightened himself to be as tall as he could. He shivered in anticipation as Bacoj slid a waterproof, motorized dual sex sleeve over his lengths. The Dramok switched it on, and the innermost sheaths slowly, steadily pulled at his flesh, slightly vibrating as they did so. He groaned.
“I’m glad you like it. Now sit while I wash you.”
What followed was the most sensuous bathing Vax had ever experienced. From head to toe, Bacoj washed him with a thoroughness that left every inch of his body tingling. Even so, Vax found it surprisingly difficult to relax into the care—that constant tugging on his shafts gained greater importance to him as he was painstakingly cleansed. It rendered Bacoj’s touch more erotic with each passing second, heightening Vax’s hunger for sex.
Secondly, his Imdiko nature insisted he should be offering such a level of care. It was challenging to receive all the attention while being unable to respond in kind. Uncomfortable. Prevented from seeing to Bacoj’s needs was a strange sort of torment that made Vax strain against the cuffs binding his wrists. He chewed the ball between his teeth impatiently.
“Up, beautiful man. Go to the edge of the tub and lean over it.” Bacoj’s grip at the nape of his neck guided him so he could obey. Vax’s cheek pressed against the rough carpet until the Dramok placed a pillow under his head. His buttocks draped over the side of the basin. Bacoj caressed them, then soaped them with the same meticulous attentiveness he’d given the rest of the Imdiko.
He was more scrupulous when he cleansed Vax’s hole. The Imdiko’s legs jerked, splashing water as intense sensations joined those of his sheathed cocks. Bacoj’s fingers worked soap over and within him, setting off enthusiastic groans. He rinsed him as intimately, using a nozzle with a hose attachment to erase all traces of soap.
Vax shivered at the sensation of Bacoj’s rough tongue licking him. The sleeves rubbing over his shafts, while no more insistent, reached a new level of delight. His hips bucked uncontrollably as thrills coursed through him. Each touch was electric and Bacoj chuckled as he pinned Vax to keep him still for the attention.
When the Imdiko’s every exhale came with a whimper or moan, Bacoj reached for the sensitizing lubricating gel and sheath still waiting to be used. Vax shook with anticipation as he listened to the sounds behind him. The sheath was a different sort than what he wore. Its skin was thin, so that Bacoj would still