Amorous Overnight (42 page)

Hastion stiffened and then rose slowly, working to control his trembling. What did the minister hope to accomplish with this exercise?

It didn’t matter, he told himself sternly. It would ease Shelley’s pain and free him from impersonal sexual service to Cecine—that was all he cared about.

The minister leaned back in his chair, giving every indication of being relaxed, although his eyes were piercing. “Disrobe.”

Everything in Hastion rebelled. He looked at the window and found the observation room empty. Then he looked at Cecine again, clenching his aching hand. If the minister was set on forcing him, the game might just as well begin now.

Cecine laid his hands on the arms of his chair and stood slowly, never taking his eyes off Hastion’s. “I believe I just told you to disrobe, Ensign.”

Fear and arousal pulsed through Hastion in one intoxicating blast, but he held still.

Cecine stepped forward and tipped his head until they were nose to nose. “Is this how you intend to continue?” When Hastion didn’t answer, he said, “Empran, rigid restraints for Ensign Hastion.”

“Affirmative.”

Hastion’s heart rate doubled as his body froze in place. Oh Peserin, he was completely helpless now.

Cecine smiled, a rather nasty smile at that, and reached up to slowly open Hastion’s uniform. Hastion swallowed hard as the
zzzzzip
of the tab sliding down went on and on. When it reached the end of the line, Cecine’s hand pushed forward into Hastion’s scrotum, pressing the hard tab deep enough into his flesh to make him flinch involuntarily. Then he peeled Hastion’s uniform down his arms and let it fall around his legs.

Standing back, Cecine surveyed him with a gleam of satisfaction in his eye. “I do believe being restrained agrees with you, Ensign.”

Heat surged into Hastion’s face. Being restrained more than agreed with him—it excited him beyond reason. His cock was already bobbing in front of him, heavy with need. He felt as though he walked the very edge of a cliff and the smallest puff of wind could send him plummeting into nakedness that went much deeper than mere physical nudity. His stomach curdled with fear at the thought of having all his protective barriers stripped away and the minister seeing him for what he truly was.

Peculiar. Undesirable. Inconsequential.

But even more frightening was the fact that he craved that exposure. He was tired of fighting to keep himself hidden, tired of being afraid. How could he fight himself and the minister at the same time?

Cecine leaned down and wrapped his arms under Hastion’s buttocks. “Empran, full neural restraints for the ensign, but you may release them at his command.”

“Affirmative.”

Hastion collapsed over Cecine’s shoulder with a gasp. Carrying him to the empty bunk next to Shelley’s, Cecine dumped him on his back and pulled off his boots and uniform, leaving him completely nude.

Hastion closed his eyes.
Oh Peserin…

When he found the courage to open them again, the anticipation on the minister’s face took his breath away. With his head sagging off to the side, he could see Shelley watching them, her eyes dark with with arousal. She was still curled on her side but, thankfully, her limbs had relaxed and she was no longer writhing in pain—he and Cecine must both be emitting copious amounts of pheromone already.

“You’re even more beautiful than your sister,” Cecine murmured, running a hand lightly over Hastion’s chest.

Hastion allowed his vision to blur, tightening his jaw to hold back the volcano of emotion threatening to erupt from him. Trust the minister to zero in on his vulnerabilities.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

Hastion said nothing.

Cecine leaned down until they were nose to nose again and his hair brushed against Hastion’s lips. “I couldn’t attend your demonstration of the probe but I had Empran record it so I could view it later,” he said without backing away even a millimeter. “It was easily the most arousing thing I’d ever seen.”

Heat swept up Hastion’s neck once more. The minister had seen him? Peserin’s hell, it hadn’t even occurred to him that Empran might have recorded his masturbatory antics in front of the warriors. Why in the name of all the Powers did the knowledge make his cock throb and his stones tighten like they were about to give up their seed?

“I viewed it over and over, sometimes using the probe myself as I did. You were so very brash, smiling as if you knew every male in the room would fuck you, given half a chance.”

If he could have moved, Hastion would have squirmed. In fact, that was exactly what he’d told himself to bolster his courage as he stood there in front of them. The idea had thrilled him, especially when Shauss struck up a provocative, private cerecom dialogue. Though Hastion had given the expected responses, he’d known all too well that if Shauss ever ordered him to bend over for an ass-fucking and meant it, he wouldn’t hesitate to obey. Imagining that very scenario had aroused him enough to shoot his semen across the dais.

“Make no mistake, Ensign, most of them
would
fuck you,” Cecine said. “That’s what frightens them. Threatens them. That’s why they challenge you. It frightens me too,” he added almost inaudibly, “but I’m self-aware enough to know the weakness lies in me rather than you.”

He leaned down and captured Hastion’s open mouth with his but pulled away before Hastion could respond. “And now I’m going to indulge my weakness.”

His heart thrumming heavily, Cecine ran his eyes over the peaks and valleys of his second’s relaxed torso, disappointed by the lack of visible straining against his restraints. That wouldn’t do. He refused to expose himself this way for anything less than full exposure of the ensign.

“Cecine to Shauss.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I want wrist and ankle restraints for my second. Have you any suggestions as to where I might acquire them?”

“I’ll flare them to you momentarily, sir.”

“Thank you, that would be much appreciated.”

While he waited, Cecine let his palms slide over the warm flesh his eyes had just surveyed and noted with pleasure the catch in the ensign’s breathing. He bore only the faintest evidence of marking from the night before. Was his skin that tough or had he asked Tysan to erase the evidence?

“Restraints are on their way, sir, along with a few other items you may or may not find useful,”
Shauss informed him.

A flare bubble appeared over the counter and dissolved, depositing a pile of leather, metal and rope.

“Received. I am in your debt.”

“Let me know if I can be of further service, sir.”

When Cecine dug through the pile, he found the requested wrist and ankle restraints, which were made of unyielding black leather, as well as varying lengths of soft rope, two metal hooks, an eye mask, and an item he recognized as a ball gag. Since his object was to see and hear his ensign, he set aside the eye mask and gag, then carried everything else to the bed and dropped it onto the mattress beside Hastion’s legs. He smiled when the ensign twitched involuntarily at the sound.

When Cecine unbuckled one of the restraints and slid it over an ankle, Hastion finally spoke. “Sir?”

“The neural restraints curtail your movements more than I like.”

Cecine fastened both cuffs and then stood back, contemplating how to proceed. He leaned over the head of the bunk, enjoying the darkening of Hastion’s eyes and the way his breathing quickened.

Reaching underneath the bunk, he was pleased to feel a sturdy metal handle. He buckled the other set of cuffs onto the ensign’s wrists, clipped them together and looped the doubled rope around both the clip and the handle, tying it off underneath. The ensign still had plenty of room to move his elbows back and forth but he couldn’t cover himself or escape.

By the time Cecine completed that task, he had a plan for restraining the ensign’s ankles that didn’t involve restricting access to his genitalia. He looped another length of rope through a ring on each of the ankle cuffs and tied the ends underneath, leaving his thighs spread widely.

“Empran, release Ensign Hastion’s neural restraints.”

“Restraints released.”

Immediately Hastion tested the restraints, jerking his arms and trying unsuccessfully to pull his legs up and close them.

Consumed by excitement and unwilling to deny himself any further, Cecine climbed up to kneel between the ensign’s knees, admiring the erection that had already begun to drip on his rigid belly.

“My only regret about this arrangement,” he murmured as he leaned over and planted his hands beside Hastion’s exposed armpits, “is that it hinders my ability to mark your ass. But I shall prevail.”

Hovering over the captive ensign, he immediately set about the most arousing work of marking that beautiful body, beginning at his earlobes. He caught one between his teeth and dug in, tracing and flicking that tender skin with his tongue the way he would a woman’s clitoris. After an initial shudder, the ensign bore it stoically, but as Cecine increased the pressure, sucking as he worked his jaw back and forth, Hastion’s respirations became labored. As the biting and sucking moved down his neck to his chest, he began to jerk and gasp. Venturing farther afield, Cecine tasted the sweet, vulnerable skin of his underarm with a nip that earned a grunt and a defensive twisting of the torso.

“The first time I took your ass,” he said, pausing to savor the scent of Hastion’s nervous perspiration as he licked the offended spot, “I burned with the unseemly desire to do this to you, to bite you all over and mark you.”

“Why didn’t you, sir?”

“Because it was
unseemly
,” he repeated patiently, “and even if you allowed it, I felt it would be an abuse of my power. Males of worth do not mark others as their own, nor do males of worth allow themselves to be marked.”

“Then why are you doing it now?” Hastion groaned as Cecine bit delicately at his nipple.

Cecine looked into his lash-veiled eyes. “Because Shauss convinced me last evening that this sort of interaction might not be as unseemly as I believed it.”

“What did he say?” Hastion asked with a guarded look.

“It was more what he and Tiber did, although his personal observations about you were…thought-provoking.”

Cecine nibbled at the other nipple and then sucked it until it was a deep red, drinking in the ensign’s gasps and twitches. Impatient to cover more territory, he opened his mouth wider and began to bite harder, grinding his teeth into Hastion’s flesh as he sucked, leaving mottled marks all over his pectoral muscles. The ensign hissed through his clenched teeth, and then his grunts deepened to growls, making Cecine’s brief-constricted cock ache.

“Are you going to tell me what they did?” Hastion finally ground out.

Cecine raised his head just enough to reply, “They put on a private demonstration for me. Shauss treated Tiber like a lowly pet and Tiber not only played along, but he enjoyed it.”

The ensign’s stomach was too flat and taut for Cecine to get any traction with his teeth, so he bit his way down the sides, leaving large, circular imprints with his wide-open mouth. Hastion flinched and growled as much from the tickling of Cecine’s hair trailing over him as he did the biting. A glance revealed that his cock was dripping in earnest now, and Cecine’s own cock reacted predictably, surging and producing fluid of its own.

“As part of the demonstration,” he said, sitting back on his haunches, “Tiber performed oral sex on Shauss. He said there was power in the act that I’d have to experience myself to understand. Did you feel power, Ensign, when you did that to me?”

The ensign blinked at him, breathing hard. “Yes, sir. Until you seized the power.”

Cecine smiled and then leaned over to trail his tongue up the underside of Hastion’s cock. “You won’t be seizing any power today.”

Hastion gasped. “If you say so, sir.”

As tempted as Cecine was to take that bursting staff into his mouth, there were other bits of his ensign that required marking first. Scooting his knees back to the end of the bunk, he sank his teeth into those slim, muscled thighs again and again, alternating back and forth between them, relishing the ensign’s grunts. When he bit his way up the tender inner skin, Hastion wrenched against the restraints, panting harshly as he arched his hips upward.

Then Cecine settled his forearms on the ensign’s thighs and hovered over his tightly drawn sac. The ensign ceased all movement, lying there with his face screwed up in an agony of fearful anticipation.

Cecine smiled and then closed his eyes as he nuzzled the tightly drawn sac, inhaling deeply to capture Hastion’s unique musky fragrance. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheeks and chin over the cool ridges of flesh, warming them with his own body heat until they relaxed. Then he opened his mouth on them, sucking delicately at first, swirling the sparse hair with his tongue and tugging at it with his lips. When he finally drew one of the orbs into his mouth and sucked in earnest, Hastion choked off a moan.

To punish him for his reticence, Cecine tightened his teeth gradually, grinding in a small circular motion until the ensign’s knees juddered against the edges of the mattress and low whimpers began to escape his throat. When Cecine released him, Hastion went lax, breathing raggedly. Allowing him only the barest respite, Cecine subjected his other testicle to the same treatment. Hastion writhed tightly on the bunk, muffling his increasingly loud cries with his clamped lips, his chest and belly heaving.