Gabriel, p.14
Gabriel, page 14
“If not for my clanmates’ needs, I’d do this to you all day and all night,” Kisk gloated. “Imagine it, Gabriel. Me enjoying your captive ass for hours on end, and you unable to do anything about it.”
His threat sent a surge of pure heat into Gabriel’s groin. It was an awful, enthralling fantasy. Titillating to visualize, but he was sure the reality would destroy him. The few minutes he’d endured thus far were enough to drive him crazy.
Takat muttered to Baknu in Kalquorian. The Dramok answered, and they eased closer to Gabriel. Pillows were wedged under his torso, raising him up so his face was off the surface of the mat.
“Give your Dramok and Imdiko kisses with those pouty lips,” Baknu said, bringing his primary close.
Whimpering from Kisk’s nonstop torture, Gabriel obeyed, his mouth closing over the tip of Baknu’s shaft. He licked the pre-cum beaded there, the sweet-spicy flavor adding to the gorgeous misery of his entrapment.
Baknu sighed and gripped his chin. He guided Gabriel to Takat’s waiting cock. More pre-cum, slightly saltier than the Dramok’s.
Back and forth, Baknu’s hold on his chin directing him to the men’s swollen flesh. Takat’s palm flattened against the back of Gabriel’s head, pressing down, making him take them deeper until he was forced to swallow the livid shafts or gag.
All the while, the three men’s deep voices murmured to him, telling him things sweet and filthy. How beautiful he was with his lips wrapped around their cocks. How they’d keep him safe. How they’d shoot their cum down his throat and fill his belly with it. How exciting it was to see their seed leaking from his ass. How they adored him. How he wouldn’t go a day without feeling them inside him. How they’d move the cosmos to keep him happy; he only had to tell them what he wished.
He drowned in the sensations and their promises, the bed linens damp beneath his leaking cock, the fullness of his balls signaling his readiness to climax. Gabriel was in an agony of need, but he also floated in hazy paradisical pleasure.
Kisk pulled the plug from his ass. With a sigh, he thrust his slick length inside the Earther, forging deep to join them together. Takat pushed Gabriel’s face to his groin, held him there, his cock twitching in the young man’s throat. He relented. As Gabriel gasped for breath, he was pulled to Baknu’s veined length and fed it in turn.
Kisk’s groin slapped against Gabriel’s ass, the clapping of their flesh quickening as he grunted over his lover. His shaft slid over Gabriel’s cumspot, driving the Earther as mad as the dildo had.
Gabriel cried out against a mouthful of Takat. The Imdiko groaned. “Take your fucking, sweet boy.”
Baknu had his turn. “Suck it down, beautiful. That’s it. I love feeling your throat working to swallow me.”
They were gasping as they had him. Closing in on their ends, getting ready to fill him with their cum.
“Open wide for both of us,” Baknu panted, tugging on his chin.
Gabriel did as he was told, stretching his lips to accommodate them. No sooner had the tapered ends settled on his tongue when the Dramok and Imdiko stiffened, their bodies going rigid as they gasped. Their passion shot into his mouth, great streams flooding over his tongue. He swallowed the hot spend as quickly as he could, but some overflowed and dripped from his chin.
Perhaps spurred by his clanmates’ cries of release, Kisk rutted Gabriel’s ass with increased vigor. His shout joined the cacophony, his cock pulsing within the Earther’s aching hole.
Grunts and moans dwindled to sighs. Gabriel quivered beneath the Nobek, suckling Baknu and Takat for the last spurts of seed, as if their ecstasy could somehow relieve the agony of his clamoring cock. He squirmed, rubbing his shaft against the mat as much as his bonds would allow.
The sated clan was quick to ease his suffering. They released the cuffs and flipped him onto his back. As Takat and Baknu cuddled him, kissing and caressing, Kisk settled on his groin. Clutching heat enfolded the human. He lay helpless as Kisk consumed all of him, holding still for a few seconds, his ass gripping Gabriel’s clamoring length in a tight, mind-stealing squeeze.
Then the Nobek rode Gabriel’s cock with demand, keeping the friction fast and clenching inner muscles to make himself deliciously tight for his squalling lover. It was perhaps less than a minute later when Gabriel arched, his body gripped in violent rapture, climax ripping from his loins in forceful bursts.
Afterward, the three men sat in a circle, cradling Gabriel between them. Soft kisses peppered his face until he blinked with returning awareness.
“Have you rejoined us?” Takat teased.
“I guess so.”
“How do you feel?” Baknu asked.
“Happy.” Such a simple word that meant more than he could express.
“Happy enough to make it as official as possible?” Baknu stroked his cheek. “It doesn’t mean much in a legal sense, but I’m asking you to stay with us. Forever.”
Kisk and Takat nodded their agreement. They wanted him. Maybe as much as he wanted them.
“Yes. Forever.”
They held him until he stopped crying, and when he did, they made love to him again.
Chapter Thirteen
They’d departed Zryktysk Station the day before. Gabriel shut the door on that six-year span of his life and began a new chapter as a part of Clan Baknu. He was off to live on Kalquor—in a roundabout way, since they’d spend the next ten months on the clan’s last tour supplying the fleet. But still, he was on his way to his new home.
His clanmates were on duty. As seismic a shift as had occurred for Gabriel, the daily round continued for others, including Baknu, Kisk, and Takat. Curious, he’d followed Takat to one of the freighter’s many cargo bays to see his Imdiko in action.
Having left the station, Takat, who was in charge of the cargo bays, was now busy with the new payload brought on board while they’d been docked at Zryktysk. He and his crew sorted protective bins and placed them where they needed to be for upcoming deliveries.
That was how Gabriel ended up sitting on a large cargo container, trying to calm an insistent erection. Takat in action was nothing short of enthralling.
The Imdiko had those massive muscles for a reason. The bins, waist-high metallic containers, all had hover capabilities. Takat powered them on with a command, but he never waited the couple of seconds it took for the antigravity controls to engage.
A couple feet from Gabriel, he grabbed a bin as he spoke in Kalquorian: “Goryu apsu.” He’d not finished the command before he heaved the bin up and tossed it in the direction he wanted it to go, towards a waiting crewman. By the time it reached the crewman, antigrav had taken hold. With the nonchalant air of someone who’d had hundreds of heavy bins launched at him, Takat’s underling turned the payload with a practiced shove and sent it floating towards the next guy, who stood ready to set it in its place among other identical containers.
Gabriel gawked at how Takat’s thighs strained against his uniform, threatening to burst through the fabric. At how his shoulders and upper arms, bared by the sleeveless formsuit, rippled and bulged under a sheen of perspiration. The veins on his forearms stood out. He was pure power, and it turned Gabriel on.
When Takat neared him, Gabriel spoke low so only he could hear. “If you’re trying to impress me, consider it done.”
Takat grinned, his aw-shucks expression at odds with that behemoth body. He hurled another bin to the waiting crewmate. “This is a better workout than Kisk’s machines in the gym.” He squatted, gripping a container. “Goryu apsu.” Up, turn, toss.
“What’s in these cases?”
“Specialized shielding generators for high-radiation areas. Goryu apsu.” Up, turn, toss.
“Like containment areas?”
“Smaller. For ships, machinery, that sort of thing. Magnetized. You slap them onto the item you want protected, switch them on, and you’re set. Goryu apsu. Okay, it’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the general idea. You’re not bored?”
“Not with this scenery.” Gabriel ogled his clanmate.
Takat laughed at his overt appreciation and flung another bin.
To distract himself from the stunning show and get his libido under control…his cock was becoming too obvious to miss…Gabriel tried for inane conversation. “Iliana’s talking about opening another shop. On Kalquor. With Earthers going there, they might miss some of the things they’ve left behind.”
“Yeah? I can see that. Her clothes would be a hit. With Kalquorian women too. Do I have to stop eating your snack stock?”
“Nosh to your stomach’s content. Even though it’s shelf stable for a while, I’d rather have fresher product to offer. I can arrange supply lines with the Overlord. Earth wouldn’t ship straight to Kalquor, obviously, but using Zblyx as a middleman, we could set up a store similar to what we had on the station.”
Takat’s brow wrinkled. He had no problem carrying on a conversation while pitching bins. He wasn’t even panting. “You enjoy running a shop?”
“It’s an okay way to make a buck. I was just thinking I need to contribute to the clan’s bottom line.”
“Not really. Goryu apsu.” Up. Twist. Toss.
“You’re willing to keep me in the manner to which I’d like to become accustomed? Seriously though, I don’t want to be a burden on my clan.”
Takat signaled the guy he’d been throwing bins to, a Dramok half his bulk. The crewman took over pulling bins from their jumbled stacks in his place. He waited for the hover controls to take effect before sending them on, Gabriel noted. Maybe it was the smarter way to work, but far less impressive.
Takat came over to stand before Gabriel, his gaze lingering like a caress to the Earther’s face. “I guess in the excitement of bringing you into the clan, we forgot to mention a couple of things.”
“Such as?”
“Baknu and I come from wealthy families. Kisk’s parent clan is decently well-off too, but whatever he inherits wouldn’t keep him from working until retirement if he were unclanned. Me, on the other hand—well, I’m what you might think of as ridiculously rich.”
“You are?”
“My parent clan has been funding accounts for me and my brother since we were born, so we’re set up for life. I also stand to inherit a massive amount of money, though I’m in no hurry for that. I love my parents and want them around for as long as possible.” Takat chuckled.
Gabriel blinked at him. “But you’re always making Baknu pay for stuff.”
“I enjoy being spoiled by my Dramok. Besides, as well off as I am, he’s several times wealthier. As in, he could buy a moon as a private retreat if he wanted to.”
“You’re kidding.”
“He’s part-owner of his parent clan’s salvage business. In fact, he’s taking over daily operations soon, since they’re ready to retire. That’s why we’re leaving the fleet after this final run.”
“Salvage business?”
Takat misunderstood his shock for dismay. “It may not sound glamorous, but his family’s company is the largest reclamation operation for nongovernmental spacecraft in the empire. It’s a big deal.”
Gabriel’s mind reeled. “I thought—I thought you were regular guys.”
“We are. We just happen to have hefty bank accounts.”
Gabriel considered. “I guess you and Kisk can live in the lap of luxury when you’re finished with the fleet, huh?”
“Kisk will join the security staff for the salvage company. I plan to work the yard itself, yanking components out of vessels, inventorying, doing what needs to be done.”
Gabriel eyed those exciting muscles. His cock twitched. “Not the office type, huh?”
“I love to get my hands dirty, much to my Dramok father’s annoyance. He worked his way up from next to nothing in the hope he could give his children easier lives than what he had.” Takat laughed.
“And here you are, the poster boy for manual labor.”
“Instead of learning to be the successful businessman he hoped I’d become. But I love this shit.” Takat waved his hand at the cargo bay. “My first heroes were the men who worked the mines my father speculated on. My other parents came from lavish backgrounds, the sort of lives my Dramok father aspired to. I can understand how they’d prefer me to be more like them, but there was something appealing about physical labor. I’d rather exert myself and witness the results, rather than direct others and read reports on what I’ve accomplished.”
“I have no complaints.” Gabriel was ogling the Imdiko’s colossal shoulders again.
Takat glanced at his tented crotch. “Oh, so that’s for me? We might have to sneak behind the stacks, beautiful. Anyway, all that to say, money is no problem for this clan. You can run a shop, lie around looking gorgeous, take courses with Baknu and rack up a billion certifications with him—whatever makes you happy.”
As he spoke, he surreptitiously fondled Gabriel, bring the young man to full erection, making him squirm. The Earther glanced at Takat’s crew, but their work had moved them several yards away. Takat’s thick torso hid what he was doing from their view.
“Come with me, beautiful. There’s a nice, dark corner I want to introduce you to.” Takat tugged Gabriel’s cock, insisting he jump down from his perch.
His face warm, sure the crew knew what they were up to but too excited to deny his Imdiko, Gabriel let Takat usher him to the semi-private area behind the rows of cargo. Moments later he was crushed against a tall stack of bins, Takat’s palm plastered against his mouth to muffle his cries as the big man fucked and masturbated him to ecstatic climax.
* * * *
“…ridiculous amounts of money. I don’t care anything about it for myself, but Baknu said he’d be glad to invest in your shop.” Gabriel bounced on the edge of Iliana’s sleeping mat, delighted with Baknu’s continued dedication to her happiness.
“Only if I can pay it back. I don’t accept charity.” Her gaze over her sewing project wasn’t quite a glare, meant only to show intent.
He ignored her, his focus on how wonderful his clan was. “I agreed to join them without digging deep into their backgrounds. Which was dumb.”
“After the way they charged to your rescue when Mit-noc tried to abduct you? They didn’t leave your side for an instant while you were in the hospital either. I think they proved their worth.”
“Yeah, but still. Now that I’m finding out more about them, you’d think I’d discover some horrific secret. But no, it’s all great stuff. Baknu’s degrees—or certifications or whatever he calls them. So many! He’s the smartest man I’ve ever met. Takat’s work ethic is incredible. Kisk’s an honest-to-goodness hero. You have to get him to tell you about when they were attacked by pirates.”
Iliana smiled in response to his jabbering. “Sounds fantastic. I’m delighted for you.”
“They are fantastic. So, what am I missing? What evil lurks that I’m not seeing?”
She laughed outright. “You’re hopelessly in love. I knew it from the start.”
He was head over heels, and wished everyone could be as happy as he was. Especially Iliana. “You never told me the details on what was so awful about that clan Kalquor was hoping you’d join.”
She glowered and aggressively stabbed her needle into the fabric. “Not one minute into the introduction vid they sent, the Dramok started discussing the schedule they’d planned for me, to help me realize my ‘full potential.’ Tutors to teach me how to behave in their society and to bring my basic education up to Kalquorian standards. Therapists to correct the damage living in Earther society had done. A daily routine dictated to best enhance my well-being.”
Gabriel gaped. “What? Wait, do they realize you’re an adult, or do they think you’re a child they have to raise?”
“Exactly. The condescension was off the charts. Baknu agreed it was best he send my refusal. If the rejection comes from me, they’ll be the ones needing psychological assistance.”
He shook his head. They’d probably have required medical assistance too, had they been so unlucky to say such things to her in person.
“You’re lucky, Gabe. You got yourself an amazing clan.” Her tone was soft with pleasure for him.
“Yeah. I did.” He hugged himself, reveling in his good fortune.
* * * *
Gabriel sat on the floor, leaning against the sleeping mat in the clan’s quarters. Another day had come and gone, no different from the day before. Or the day before that.
Wake up, shower and dress, hit the dining hall for breakfast with his clan and Iliana. Follow a clanmate to work or Iliana back to her room, hang out and talk. If he’d gone with a clanmate, at some point they’d probably sneak off for a little sex. After lunch, maybe wander off with another of his favorite people. At the end of his clan’s duty hours, dinner. Then relaxation, as they were doing now, and lovemaking when everyone was ready to unwind. Sleep, get up the next morning, do it all again.
Should he have been bored? He wasn’t. Gabriel was in heaven every second of the day. He could wander the freighter holding Takat’s hand or with Kisk’s arm around his shoulders, in front of everyone. He could kiss Baknu in the crowded dining hall. He was free.
Free.
Even now, Gabriel couldn’t have been happier. All he was doing was watching Takat play a game on his entertainment console while Baknu read from the vast library stored on his handheld. Kisk was running risk scenarios on his device. It was quiet. Domestic. Nonetheless, Gabriel could have shouted for joy.
Baknu sat on the mat, absentmindedly stroking his hair. Takat sat cross-legged by the Earther, their legs in contact. Kisk, who normally hated to be still, splayed on the floor, using Gabriel’s thigh for a pillow.
Heaven. Absolute paradise.
Baknu cleared his throat. Takat immediately paused his game. Kisk set his handheld aside and sat up, looking at their Dramok expectantly. Gabriel also turned his attention to the clan leader.
