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gasped and jerked, trying to
save his burning skin. Doing so shifted the dildo in his ass. It
rubbed against his hot spot, sending a cascade of pleasure to his
dicks. All at once, Clajak remembered the constricting ring keeping
him from realizing climax.
    “Shit! You devious bastard!”
    Egilka chuckled, his smile heartless.
And kept switching.
    Now that the pain had started, Clajak
couldn’t help but flinch with each strike. Every movement ground
the dildo in his ass against the most sensitive part, shooting
pleasure straight to his groin. His cocks throbbed violently, the
smaller one pouring molten desire into the larger one, and the
larger one unable to spend that eagerness.
    At first the Dramok cursed Egilka,
calling him every foul name he could think of. Then he pleaded with
the Imdiko, entreating him with promises. None of it mattered.
Egilka kept switching him until the inferno of the strikes faded
from pain to feed into excruciating bliss. In turn, the bliss
turned into agony, the dildo rubbing vicious thrills into Clajak’s
already painful dicks.
    Meanwhile, the bastard’s cocks bobbed
up and down, signaling Egilka enjoyed punishing Clajak all too
much.
    The prince screamed, his torment beyond
words. He didn’t know that he’d ever needed to come so bad. He was
convinced his pricks would explode.
    That crazed shriek pouring from his
lips stilled Egilka’s arm. He stared down at Clajak’s red-striped
body, breathing heavily. He caressed his cocks and groaned before
blinking the hazy look from his eyes.
    Mustering the strength to glare at his
captive, Egilka said, “You have a choice, Clajak. I can continue to
beat you and deny you release, or you can ask for my cock up your
ass.”
    Clajak snarled and jerked. The dildo
dug into his cum spot, setting off a whine of need. When he could
talk again, Clajak shouted, “You shit! I hate being
dominated.”
    “So the beating goes on?”
    As noncommittal as Egilka managed to
sound, he stared at Clajak’s livid cocks. The want in the man’s
face softened the stark planes. It made Clajak wonder how the
Imdiko would look during orgasm. The thought sent fresh need into
his groin, and the prince hissed. Damn it, his cocks
hurt.
    Egilka’s obvious desire for him made
Clajak think he had a potential exit from this nightmare. It
required he swallow his pride this one time ... along with his need
to master his tormentor.
    I’ll pay him back in spades
for this though. I guarantee it, Clajak
thought.
    Using as much of a conciliatory tone as
his strained voice would allow, Clajak asked, “Will you let me come
if I let you fuck me?”
    Egilka’s gaze darted to his face. Damn
if the man didn’t look as desperate as Clajak felt. His voice
rough, the Imdiko said, “Maybe. It depends on how nice you are to
me.”
    It was no real answer. “Damn it. Do I
get to come inside you?” That was what Clajak wanted more than
anything. Feeling Egilka’s tight buttocks spasm around him as his
seed jetted deep inside the Imdiko ... Clajak’s cocks gave a
painful surge, and he groaned.
    He groaned again when Egilka shook his
head. “Not this time. You are being punished, not rewarded, my
prince. If I feel you deserve it, if I think you might consider a
moment’s regret for being such an asshole, I might jerk you
off.”
    Clajak’s fists clenched. “Fuck. I think
I hate you right now.”
    Egilka shrugged, but there was yet
another quick flash of hurt that made Clajak regret his words. “You
wouldn’t be the first, my prince.”
    Clajak thought about apologizing, but
he had the ugly suspicion Egilka wouldn’t believe he was sorry.
There was only one thing the Dramok could do to begin to make
things up to him. He looked up at the drape-covered ceiling and
sighed. “Fine. Fuck me. Make yourself happy.”
    “Ask nicely.”
    Clajak snarled, baring fangs at Egilka.
At the show of temper, Egilka snarled back. He reached down between
Clajak’s legs and grabbed the dildo. He ground it