Matthew, page 13
Kom grinned at him as he trembled. He tapped a finger under Matt’s chin. “Open, beautiful. I’m ready for those lips now.”
Matt obeyed. No choice. The Nobek set the jaw clamp between his teeth, mostly a hard rubber tube large enough for him to shove his cock in and hold Matt’s mouth open for his use. There were straps to circle his head and keep it in place. Kom made it snug.
“Okay?”
It reminded Matt he was there by choice. He nodded and dismissed it from his mind.
I’m their prisoner. I can’t stop them.
Kom winked, then assumed the attitude of the captor bent on claiming his hostage. He stood at the foot of the bed. His massive paw circled Matt’s throat, and he held his primary to his belly. He slipped his secondary in Matt’s mouth and slowly pumped his hips, feeding him his need.
Having bound Matt to their satisfaction, Avir and Masok crowded close so he could see them in his peripheral vision, watching the act. “Good. Fuck our Earther’s mouth the way it deserves.” Avir’s voice was an exciting growl.
“Make him feel it,” Masok encouraged.
Kom pushed deep. It was his smaller shaft, but large enough to enter Matt’s throat and make him cough. The Nobek hissed a breath. “Fuck, yeah.”
Rough hands stroked Matt’s ass, his balls, and his chest as Kom stroked shallowly, interspersed with deeper thrusts, which encouraged more choked coughs. His flavor was thick on Matt’s tongue. Matt shuddered, as enthralled by their control as the cock sleeve leisurely stroking him to renewed excitement.
“You’re ours,” Avir told him. “Forever.”
His heart stuttered. It was snarled like a threat, but it reverberated as a vow.
“Our pretty Earther belongs to us. Ours to claim again and again.” Motion and shifting. Avir crept behind him. “Ours to enjoy however we please, whenever we please.” His thighs bracketed Matt’s. Thick shafts nudged the crack of his ass. “Ours to love, to protect, to care for.” The burning tip of the Dramok’s primary homed in on its target. “Ours, Mattie. No one can stop us from keeping you.”
He pressed Matt’s entrance and inched in. “We’re claiming you, Mattie. Like we did yesterday, and the day before. As we will tomorrow and all the tomorrows.”
“Forever.” Masok’s whisper filled his ear. The Imdiko continued to stroke his body and pinch his nipples. His tongue teased the whorls of Matt’s ear.
“Forever,” Kom echoed. He replaced his smaller cock with his primary and rocked in and out of Matt’s mouth.
“Forever.” Avir drove in, and Matt cried out at the mingled ache and bliss of being filled. His cock twitched in the taut confines of the goading sleeve, awake to desire.
Pre-cum coated his tongue in answer to when he gagged softly. Kom’s quickening breaths rang in the air. Avir’s groin slapped his ass, and his cock rubbed the thrilling spot that raised the hairs on Matt’s body. He quaked under their control, particularly as their groans were voiced and they drove harder in. Masok muttered filthy enticements.
“No choice but to take those cocks. Your ass will drip your Dramok’s cum. Your belly will be full of your Nobek’s seed when he shoots it down your throat. Then it’ll be my turn to have you. Where will I shove my cocks, Mattie? In your pretty mouth? In your tight ass?”
Kom grunted. His cock was halfway in Matt’s mouth, and it rippled on his tongue. Another noise, between a growl and a groan. Hot spend ejected in thick bursts, and Matt tasted his lover’s passion as it slid back, forcing him to swallow convulsively. Kom thrust deeper, his groin at Matt’s lips, choking him with his desire for several seconds, then drawing out. He sighed.
“Hell yeah, little man. You make me the happiest fucker in existence.”
He retreated, and Masok took his place. Another shaft filled his mouth, slipping in and out on a song of pleased sighs.
Countering the gentle use the Imdiko made of him, Avir’s groin clapped his ass in a quick, relentless tattoo. The friction on Matt’s cumspot was constant, and had the sleeve masturbated him quicker, he would have climaxed already. He jerked, instinctively attempting to find a route to feed his clamoring cock into the teasing constriction at a greater pace. When Avir shouted his bliss and heat filled Matt’s ass, the Earther whimpered his need against Masok’s driving length to no avail. He was close to coming, but he couldn’t because of the sleeve’s slow speed.
The Dramok stilled at last, but his shaft trembled for several seconds longer. “I love coming inside you,” he said. “I love watching the others fuck your mouth and ass. I love feeling this sweet, firm ass clutching my cocks, milking me for my cum. I love everything about you, Mattie. I’ll never let you go.”
For a few seconds, Matt forgot how much he wanted orgasm. Avir’s words sang in his head in pure notes. His solid warmth at his back and his strength inside Matt were more important than mere climax. He’d pleased his Dramok, which meant everything to him.
Sighing in regret, Avir at last pulled free and let Matt go.
Masok also released him. “Cuffs.” His tone was hoarse.
Matt’s wrists were released, and they draped him on the bed on his back. Avir and Kom lay on either side of him, pinning his arms over his head, as Masok knelt, his knees bracketing Matt’s hips. The Imdiko lifted his legs, still bound in the spreader bar keeping him vulnerable. Masok wasted not a moment, but thrust groin-deep in his ass. He groaned and his eyelashes fluttered.
“Fuck. So good.” He kept driving at a rapid pace, stimulating Matt’s cumspot harder than before.
Avir kissed a moaning Matt, his tongue sweeping the trapped man’s. “I can taste my clanmates on you,” he said when he came up for air.
“Please,” Matt begged. “The sleeve is too slow.”
“Do you want to come for us?” Kom leered. He cupped Matt’s sack and rubbed.
Matt squirmed at his teasing, his balls heavy and tight. “Yes. I need to.”
“Do you want to be sucked off?” Avir’s gaze glittered in playful malice. “Or do you prefer to be ridden, fucked by a snug ass?”
The image of any of the trio rising and falling over him as he was gripped, as a taut channel clenched him the way they knew drove him wild, was almost enough to let orgasm claim him, especially as Masok pounded his cock against his hotspot. It would mean waiting until the Imdiko had finished with him, since Matt’s hips were tilted at an angle that would keep Avir or Kom from crouching over him.
“Suck,” he gasped, unable to wait. “Oh, please, somebody suck me, please.”
“He asks so nicely,” Kom chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose.
“I detect desperation.” Avir grinned. “I do hate to see him suffer.”
“Please,” Matt groaned, thinking they might decide to prolong the torment. “I’ll do anything, just let me come now, anything…”
“I can’t say no to such an offer.” Avir began kissing a path down Matt’s body. “Suck it is.”
It felt like an eternity before the Dramok removed the sleeve, however. When he took Matt in his mouth, his tempo was at first as leisurely as the sleeve’s had been, and the young man wailed muffled protests against Kom’s kisses.
At last, as Masok’s pace and groans made it clear he was close to eruption, Avir had pity on Matt. His lips and tongue worked avid flesh as hard as the Imdiko pounded his ass, and the lightning strike of gratification was so very, very good, especially when the pull of Avir’s swallowing intensified the spasms. Masok came too, adding to Matt’s rapture.
In the end, he received all he’d wished for after all. After the clan teased him to reluctant but inescapable arousal once more, each took a turn riding him until he was forced to come for them. Only when he’d surrendered final, shattering pleasure to them did they let him fall into a dreamless sleep.
Avir’s com woke him, insistently buzzing. He rolled over and grabbed the unit, silencing it as his feet hit the floor. Matt muttered in his sleep and kicked. Kom and Masok shushed and cuddled him while looking at Avir questioningly.
The Dramok didn’t recognize the frequency. He shrugged at them and hurried from the room to answer.
“This is Dramok Avir.” His voice was thick with fatigue. A mix of staying up late and waking early was telling on him. Who the hell would com at this time in the morning?
“You’re the Kalquorian Matthew Larsen’s living with?” The voice spoke English, with Matt’s familiar accent, though the voice had an elder quality. Clipped, too, as if the speaker were furious.
“Who wants to know?” Avir was sluggish, but warning bells went off in his head, helping him clear the fog.
“His uncle, that’s who. I’ve been trying to reach him about his dying father. Let me talk to him.”
“You’ll talk to me. I’m responsible for Matt, and from what I’ve observed, it’s not in his best interests to speak to you or his father.”
“Listen to me, Kalq. I don’t care what disgusting, depraved acts you freaks do to each other. His father…my brother…is dying. His son might be able to save him by donating a bone marrow sample for cloning. He owes his dad.”
Avir barely refrained from saying death, particularly a painful one, was exactly what Matt’s father deserved. “Why can’t you do it? You’d be a closer genetic match.”
“I have an autoimmune disorder that disqualifies me. Let me talk to Matthew.”
“They can clone Sven’s own marrow cells.”
“This disorder’s left him nothing workable to clone! He needs a full exchange. Put my nephew on.”
“You don’t have a nephew. Do you understand me? He doesn’t owe you or your brother a damned thing. It’s you who owes him. Leave him alone to live in peace after the nightmare you’ve put him through. As a matter of fact, you and Sven can do him a favor and you both drop dead.” Avir was growing louder. The image of Matt at the spaceport, his face clawed and bleeding and gaze nearly blank, had erupted in his mind. White-hot rage filled him.
The door behind him opened. Kom stepped out. He took one look at Avir and whispered it closed.
“You foul Kalquorian bastard! If my brother dies because you kept his son away—”
“Shut the fuck up and hear me, Valter. Don’t com anyone in my clan again, or his death will be the least of your worries.” Avir clicked off.
He stood there, shaking with a fury he’d never experienced in his life. Even Kom’s capture by rogue Earthers years ago had meant more worry and dread than anger.
The Nobek gripped his shoulder. “I’ll block the frequencies on all our coms. I should have done so already, but I never anticipated he’d call any of us.”
“Matt’s father’s life might depend on him, but I can’t begin to consider exposing him to them after how he reacted before. It’s wrong, but…no. Fuck no. Besides, it might be a ruse. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with his father.”
Kom considered. He often operated off instinct and a focus on fun, but he was also smart when he set his mind to a problem. Avir waited.
“I can learn if Sven Larsen is actually sick and his prognosis. A lab here on Kalquor could take the samples from Matt they’d need.”
Avir’s anger was too raw for any humanitarian gesture. “Why should he give that man a second’s consideration? If you’d heard the loathing in his uncle’s tone…he doesn’t give a fuck about Matt except for what he can do for the monster. He said Matt owes the bastard. After what they did to him, they think he owes them.”
“I’d just as soon go to Mercy and tear their guts out myself.” Kom’s voice was calm, but a rage to match Avir’s burned from his gaze. “My concern is how Matt would feel in the years to come if he could have saved his father but didn’t.”
“There’s no reason for him to feel guilt.”
“You’ll get no argument from me. But he’s already carrying enough trauma for a hundred men. He doesn’t need any added on.”
“We won’t tell him his uncle commed me then. He doesn’t have to know, does he?”
Kom mused another few seconds. “Again, he’s dealt with betrayal from the moment he drew his first breath. Would he trust us if we hid this from him and he later found out?”
Avir could see his point. He couldn’t imagine letting Matt get anywhere near those who’d wrecked his life, but he also couldn’t fathom being among their number. “Fuck.”
“Let me check his father’s medical status. If he’s actually ill, we’ll consult Matt’s doctors and hear what they recommend. If they think he should be told, we’ll do what we have to.”
Everything in Avir’s heart shouted to keep Matt free of the influence still working to ruin his happiness, but Kom’s was the voice of reason.
“How often are Nobeks forced to counsel their Dramoks to calm down?”
Kom chuckled. “Especially considering it’s an impetuous Nobek like me and a clear-thinking Dramok like you. This is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I’ll return to my usual reckless nature now.”
Avir hugged him. “You’ve changed since he came into your life. I’m impressed by the man you’ve become. Patient, caring, thinking first of what’s best for him.”
“He needs me.” Kom’s grip tightened on his shoulders. “I appreciate you’re ready to fight for him. It means the world to me. I asked a lot of you and Masok, bringing him into our lives.”
“I’m glad you did, Kom.” Avir met his gaze, better emotions crowding out anger. “We took him in for you, but this clan is better for adding Mattie. From here on out, it’s all for him.”
“You’re attached, huh? I knew he’d win you over.”
“I guess it’s obvious I love our Earther. I’m certain Masok does too.”
* * * *
Matt let the applause and cheers of the audience wash over him. He’d left his newest song, the fifth original he’d completed, for the next to the last song of his regular set at Den of the Departed. It had gone over well.
“Okay, it’s time for me to sign off—” he chuckled at the answering groans. The regulars were so good to him. “—but we’ll close the night with an old favorite. You’ll recognize it when you hear it, so sing along.”
Which they did, clapping the rhythm. A few Earthers got up to dance, their clans laughing and encouraging them and ignoring pleas they join in. Kalquorian men had a strange abhorrence to dancing.
Maybe not so strange. Matt would have sooner died than prance around and shake his ass.
He spent much of his time on stage in thrall to the music he played. The audience’s faces were a blur, only coming in focus for a couple of seconds here and there during the show. Matt figured diving so deep into the songs was what kept him from minding being their focus. He was so happy to play, the attention simply faded to the periphery of his consciousness. He’d thought about mentioning it to his doctors, but since it held anxiety at bay, why mess with it? It worked.
Therefore, it was no surprise he was halfway through the final number before he noticed who’d joined his clan at their table. His heart leapt as he nodded to Irene, Sherv, Jemi, and Rusp.
That’s right, they’re on break from the tour now. Thank goodness he hadn’t caught sight of Casual Innuendo earlier. He was rolling on the song, his fingers playing the tune automatically despite a flash of self-consciousness. He was letting the audience belt most of the lyrics, so it was all right.
Then he noticed the fourth man sitting at Clan Avir’s table, the unofficial member of the group who kept their world on track, their manager Parlek.
Holy shit. How long had he been there? He’d most certainly heard Matt’s fifth song. The tune was barely ready to be played for Solomon’s tiny club, much less for a major league manager. Had he been present for any of the other four? Had Matt just auditioned, ignorant he was doing so?
His stomach churned, and he thought he might throw up and faint at the same instant. He did neither, and he finished the final song without fucking up…at least he thought he did. He was too dizzy to be sure.
His smile stiff, more a gritting of the teeth, he waved to the crowd, which clapped and begged for more. He stumbled off the stage and hid behind the curtain concealing him from the floor full of patrons.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. How many mistakes had he made during the performance, mistakes a renowned manager of major musical acts would notice? Mistakes that would reveal how amateur and untalented Matt truly was.
He practiced deep breathing as he stowed the Martin in its case. He squatted and sank his head between his knees when breathing exercises failed to calm him. He considered sneaking out of the club and comming the clan from their shuttle to demand they take him home immediately. He envisioned running away and joining the circus. Were there circuses on Kalquor for him to escape to and join?
Fuck. Fuckity-fuckity-fuck-fuck. He couldn’t face Dramok Parlek. No way.
“Hey! What’s up? Are you okay?”
Masok knelt next to him. Matt gazed through a thicket of blond strands, which had fallen over his face. “Casual Innuendo. When did they show up?”
“They joined us for the last three songs, but Dramok Sherv said they’d gotten here in time to see the whole show. They hung out in the back so their manager could observe without you noticing. He was afraid his presence would throw you off in the middle of your set. Nice of him, huh?”
“Sure. Great.” Had Parlek decided he wasn’t interested after the fourth original tune, so it didn’t matter if Matt fucked up the fifth?
“Matt?”
“Yeah, I’m, I’m ready.” Like hell he was. The backstage area rocked. “Did he say what he thought about the songs?”
“Who? Oh, the manager, Dramok—?”
“Parlek.”
“I don’t know. I was too busy clapping blisters on my hands to talk to him. You sounded amazing. As usual.” Masok grinned and grabbed Matt’s bicep. “Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.”
Matt’s knees were watery, and he was unable to resist being tugged from backstage to face the outcome. His mind race desperately as they approached the table, where Kom and Avir spoke animatedly with the band and Parlek.
