WIP Wednesday - Clan and Commit

The games young men play...

Vax’s sleeping room was all about comfort, a warm embrace of soothing colors, soft furnishings, and low lighting. The sleeping mat wasn’t quite clan-size, but plenty big enough for Bacoj to envision rolling around on it with the Imdiko, their bodies entwined in the most intimate of embraces. Heat poured into his already rigid cocks.

               Yet, standing there next to the knee-high mat while Vax gazed up at him, wet lips parted, Bacoj was abruptly unsure of what to do. He was the Dramok, so it naturally fell to him to take the lead. Vax was an Imdiko, the gentlest breed of Kalquorian, ready to fulfill others’ needs. It should have been an easy situation to navigate.

               Emphasis on the should.

               Vax ran his hands over Bacoj’s chest, down his ribs, and up again. “Mmm, nice muscles. Nice everything. What does the strong, commanding Dramok desire?”

Strong? Commanding? Bacoj didn’t feel in possession of either of those qualities.

The categorization tests, taken by all Kalquorian males at the age of five, claimed leadership was Bacoj’s very nature. His birthright. Most of the time, he felt that was true. He was decisive when all the facts were at hand. Yet he became unsure when new circumstances were presented. This was one such situation. Bacoj had never fucked an Imdiko before.

He needed a few minutes to figure out how to handle someone who wouldn’t fight him for dominance. Playing for time, he said, “Let’s start with what’s off the table, Imdiko. Bondage, pain play, master and slave?”

“Hmm.” Vax’s touch slid up beneath his shirt, exploring. “Nothing too extreme. Definitely no blood. A little bruising is okay…would you like to spank me?” He abruptly turned his back to Bacoj. He pulled his trousers down to show off lovely, round buttocks.

Bacoj’s cocks jolted at the sight of such a gorgeous rump. At the idea of parting Vax’s cheeks and diving into the snug hole between them.

In a thick voice, Bacoj said, “A spanking. Yes, that ass definitely deserves a warmup. Clothes off. Give me a nice, long look at what I’ll fucking the sense out of. Then lay over my knees, naughty boy.”

“Yes, Dramok.” Vax’s clothes went flying, tossed to a nearby chair as Bacoj sat on the edge of the mat and watched.

Releasing Summer 2020