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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’s interior clock woke him. The window vids displayed a sea sparkling under moonlight.
Not the mountains. He hated the mountains, especially those near his childhood home. Hated and feared them.
The Nobek wondered if Conyod had gotten over his loathing of those scenic peaks, the site of his older brother’s death.
His night vision was excellent, and the dim illumination allowed him to examine Conyod’s slumbering features. Once again, he marveled at how stunning his lover of the night before had become. How much a man the Imdiko was. Only the shape of his nose and chin remained to remind Sletran of the troubled teen he’d rescued from a pack of bullies. The child appeared to be long gone.
Such a beautiful, desirable man. Sletran had never imagined the skinny boy with the hollowed eyes could become this gorgeous creature. He was 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 fluttered open. He blinked at the Nobek, and a smile curved his lush lips. “It wasn’t a dream. You’re here.”
“I’m here.” And ridiculously glad he was.
“How long can I keep you here?” Conyod’s fingertips skated over Sletran’s chest and abdomen, lower still until he found how awake Sletran was. “I can’t allow you to leave in this state.”
“I should hope not. Maybe the good Dr. Conyod can cure me in an 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 barely scratched the surface of his many fantasies starring the Nobek.
“You’re a squad leader and instructor, right? A big deal, in charge of the enlisted men.”
“Hardly a big deal.” His eyes twinkled amusement, a funny look 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 job description.” His cock jerked in Conyod’s grip. He liked where this line of questioning was going.
“Strappings, I suppose. And having them submitting to getting their asses fucked, so they’re humiliated…right?”
Sletran licked his lips, his gaze running over Conyod. “If I believe it’ll make them think twice about committing future breaches in conduct.”
“Would a terrible pun be enough to earn a reminder of how offensive such humor is? How awful I am to assault your ears by committing this sort 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 greeting room.”
He dashed out but quickly returned holding his utility belt studded by its many sheaths and pouches. Conyod’s shafts surged heat as much at his lover’s excited expression as the anticipation of putting himself at his mercy. They did so again as Sletran whipped the covers from the sleeping mat to expose him.
Conyod lay carefully on his stomach, aware of his erections as he did so. He peered through the midnight spill of hair to watch Sletran as he stripped his belt clear of devices. The various pouches containing knives, a handheld computer, com unit, and various other tools of a squad leader’s trade thumped in quick succession to the ground.
The strap minus its accessories was thick. A nervous thrill shot through Conyod.
Sletran approached the sleeping mat, eyeing the vulnerable ass awaiting his correction. Rather than immediately roasting it, however, he rubbed the muscular cheeks. His coarse massage sent excitement tumbling straight 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’re learning your lesson.”
“Yes, sir.” Conyod flipped the thick tresses aside. Though he’d never served in the ground troops…an Imdiko soldier was an immense rarity…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 giving themselves to a fantasy he’d entertained through the years.
He’d finally learn if the fantasy could be as good as real-life play.
Sletran dropped the stern disciplinarian act long enough to say, “Give me a word to signal if this becomes too much. Something odd, off the wall.”
Conyod had forgotten his safety in his excitement. Once more, Sletran was protecting him from real harm. “Berlub.”
Sletran chuckled to hear him name the stolen berries that had brought them together all those years ago. “Berlub it is.” His expression hardened again, and he became the officer bringing the force of punishment to bear. “Don’t move, boy. An attempt to escape punishment or hide your face from me will result in double.”
“Yes, sir.” Conyod’s heart sped as the Nobek ceased rubbing his ass. His soon-to-be-strapped ass.
Sletran stood tall and imposing, the thick leather poised for the first strike. It came in a blur of motion.
Conyod heard the meaty smack before he felt it. Then the pain was upon him, lighting a streak of fire across his buttocks. He gasped, and Sletran struck a second time.
Conyod shouted. The intensity was incredible, and he barely stopped himself from scrambling across the bed to escape. Fortunately, he’d done pain play in the past, so he knew what to expect…but the furious blaze across his ass was as intense as anything he’d experienced prior to this.
Another blow from the strap. He wailed and kicked but managed to remain in place.
“That’s right,” Sletran grunted. Conyod managed to somehow note in the midst of his torment how pleased the Nobek sounded. “I love hearing a lesson well-learned.”
He paused the strapping to rub Conyod’s ass. The rough handling, centered on where the belt had fallen, tormented him as much as the strikes. Conyod held his forearm to his mouth to muffle his involuntary squall.
Sletran resumed whipping him. After a few strokes, he massaged the searing flesh once more. Conyod made no attempt to quiet his cries. It hurt.
However, another sensation was making itself known. When Sletran’s strap returned to its disciplinary work, Conyod grew aware of a buzzing 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 more aroused as he sank in his helplessness before his “superior officer.”
His yelps changed to moans as the heat of anguish and rapture melted into a single intense sensation. His cock plumped beneath him, and he writhed to apply friction to already aching need. Every slap from Sletran’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. He scrambled to get behind Conyod, between his legs. His hands gripped the Imdiko’s hips and lifted. An instant later, he sank his thick, wet primary in Conyod’s ass.
Conyod shouted as his lover’s shaft rubbed his inner hotspot. A jolt of sheer pleasure shot through his lengths, threatening to make him spill. Sletran pushed fully in him, then paused. The Nobek’s hot breath beat against Conyod’s ear as he gasped.
“So damned good,” Sletran groaned. His hand squirmed beneath Conyod, who was too focused on the bliss pulsing in his sexes to register what was happening.
He was close to climax and eager to let it happen, but a strong grip at the base of his primary asserted he wouldn’t. He yelped a complaint, but Sletran grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand and held him down.
“No, you don’t. Not until I decide you can, soldier,” he growled. “First, you’re going to take a rough fucking. Then…if I feel like it…you can come for me.”
He pounded Conyod’s ass hard, holding him helpless, damming up the threatening orgasm. Conyod howled in agonized ecstasy, the brutal friction on his cumspot sending molten cum to his larger shaft. It was blocked from escape by Sletran’s uncompromising grip. The continuous smacks of Sletran’s groin to his strapped ass added to the excruciating rapture that left Conyod screaming in the bed linens.
“Yeah, you feel it, don’t you?”
He rutted, his powerful thrusts rocking Conyod despite the grip on his neck keeping him from fleeing. Conyod clawed the sheets, fighting for purchase. He had to come. He’d die if he didn’t.
Sletran’s groan filled the air. His shaft pulsed hugely in Conyod’s ass, his hot seed filling him. He continued to drive deep the whole while, refusing to relent. Even after his moans dissipated and it was obvious he’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 would explode.
“Yeah, you want it, don’t you? You want to come for me. Let me hear you beg me to let you come, boy.”
Conyod managed to twist his head so his face wasn’t buried in the bed. “Please, sir, please let me come.”
“More, boy. Say it like you mean it.”
Conyod fairly screamed. “Please! I want to come for you! Let me come for you, sir!”
“All right. This time.”
His grip loosened only slightly, just enough to allow him to pump Conyod’s clamoring primary. Enough to allow the burning tide to erupt in breath-stealing jolts, each accompanied by the Imdiko’s scream of agonized release.
He was certain he’d never come so hard or for so long. Even when Sletran let him collapse in a twitching heap, his emptied loins continued to spasm.
Sletran crashed to the mat next to him. “Shit, Conyod. That was insane. Exciting as hell.”
Conyod found the strength to grunt.
Sletran chuckled and sat up to rub his shoulders. “Your ass is a lovely red. Should I fetch you something for pain?”
He mumbled, “Not yet. If I’m lucky and it doesn’t get too bad, 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 you grew up. You’re all man, my friend. And then some.”
Conyod considered. Had it been merely an enjoyable interlude for Sletran? Did he dare hope for more?
He couldn’t stand not knowing. He made the leap. “Any chance we could get together again?”
Sletran leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Every chance. Let’s set a date.”
Conyod could have screamed for joy.
* * * *
He
needed a hero and found two. Can love rescue him again?
Nobek
Sletran never took Imdiko Conyod’s infatuation seriously when he rescued him
years before. When Conyod shows up in his life again as a strong and successful
man instead of a traumatized victim, Sletran has to reconsider the one he once
rejected and now can’t imagine life without.
Conyod has
never given up on the man he considers his hero. Sletran is all he’s ever
wanted for a clanmate, and he’s determined to win him at last. But the past refuses
to be laid to rest. When Conyod convinces Sletran to see him for who he’s
become, will who he was resurface and destroy the love they’re building?
Sletran’s
commanding officer Dramok Erybet is instantly fascinated by Conyod when the
soldier brings his love on base for a visit. However, Sletran isn’t the Nobek
Erybet feels is right for him. When he rejects the Nobek, he risks losing
Conyod too.
Against the backdrop of heartbreaking childhood tragedy, a ghost who haunts Conyod and his grief-stricken family, and military brass determined to oust Erybet from the rank he’s worked so hard to reach, three men must come to terms with who they are. When tragedy strikes, the nightmares of the past must be faced and buried once and for all. Conyod, Sletran, and Erybet must dare everything to find redemption and hold on to each other.
Releasing May 31. Pre-order now: Amazon, Amazon UK, Nook, Apple, Kobo, Smashwords, print
