(The Dark Servant)Midnight Matters, A. Ellas [primary phonics books .txt] 📗

Lastly, he removed his wrap and knelt once more. The robes slid back along the leash and rested against his torso, covering him down to his genitals. Murson carefully removed the robes from the leash.

Jethain cried out in pleasure at the same time as Avontos. The junior priest slid off the bed and walked over to Murson and Rak. “Can he clean me, sir?”

“Excellent idea, Avontos. Slave, clean the young lightness. He has been purifying your half-brother of your pollution.”

Rak’s face was an expressionless mask as he shuffled over to Avontos and licked the junior priest’s package clean.

“Avontos shall purify your mouth while I purify your brother.” Murson handed Avontos the leash.

Rak wasn’t happy about it, but Jethain’s pelvis lifted up towards Murson in clear desire, so he made no move to interfere. Murson adjusted his robes and thrust into the prince. Jethain cried out in pleasure, his back arching.

Avontos pushed himself into Rak’s mouth. “Pay attention to me, slave.” Rak’s attention snapped back to the young priest. Avontos grabbed his hair. “Do good job, too. Your brother is boring.”

Rak sucked on the skinny pole, first massaging it with his tongue, then he deep throated Avontos and reached out with his tongue to lap at the youth’s balls. When he pulled back to breathe, Avontos yanked on Rak’s hair. “Hey! I didn’t tell you to stop!” He pulled Rak forward.

Rak repeated the deep throating and tonguing, but stubbornly insisted on pulling back to breathe every twenty seconds or so. When he pulled back, his lips and tongue stimulated the sensitive skin of the cock. Then he’d slide forward once more.

Avontos hummed a sun hymn off-key.

“You’re flat,” snapped Murson.

“You always say that,” Avontos sighed.

“You need to practice your key signatures some more.”

“You always say that, too.”

Murson grunted as he climaxed. “May the sweet light of the sun purge the evil within you,” he intoned. He pulled out, then pushed the usual plug into the prince.

“I want to climax too,” Avontos whined.

“Oral service takes longer, and should be stretched out for proper appreciation,” said Murson. “Think of this way. It humbles him as he offers this service to you, and that is a good thing, as good as your actions in purifying him.”

Avontos smiled down at Rak, taking Murson’s words to heart. He watched Rak service him for several more minutes, savoring the sweet scene. The young acolyte mashed himself against Rak’s face when he finally orgasmed. Rak swallowed the young priest’s seed, trying not to choke on the shaft in his throat, and when Avontos finally backed out, he kissed the young priest’s cock and said, “Thank you, master.”

Murson took the leash back from Avontos. “Clean me, slave. Avontos, you may purify his other opening now.”

Rak’s tongue slid around Murson’s package. At the same time, he snuck a glance at the prince, who seemed no worse for wear, and then at the captain, who appeared to be breathing.

Murson followed his gaze and chuckled nastily. “When we are done purifying you, I shall permit you to offer oral service to those two. Why should they be denied the sweet pleasure of your cleansed slave mouth?”

Avontos gripped Rak’s hips and shoved in with his thin pole. “This is better than the prince, too,” he said as Rak pushed back into him with a moan stifled by the cock in his mouth.

Murson’s cock was too thick to permit Rak the tonguing trick he’d used on Avontos. The penis was shorter, but it filled Rak’s mouth. Every time he thrust in, Rak choked, so he sucked with a will and massaged only the shaft with his tongue and lips.

Avontos pumped away, grunting with the effort even though Rak was working his body in counterpoint. Rak’s internal muscles clenched rhythmically against him. It was a lot harder to work the slender tool, but at least the length was long enough to hit his special spot every time, for which Rak was profoundly grateful.

Avontos orgasmed vigorously, pumping a large load of seed deep into Rak, setting off his climax in turn. Murson pulled back so only the head of his manhood was in Rak’s mouth, then filled it with his seed. Rak swallowed every drop, licked Murson clean, and whispered, “Thank you, masters.”

“Give the prince your oral service while I rest,” ordered Murson.

“Please do not make me do this.” Rak stared at Murson pleadingly.

Murson covered himself. “You defiled him, you should clean him. Now, slave.”

Rak hung his head, dropped to all fours, and crawled to the bed.

“Can I beat him?” Avontos asked, tucking himself away.

“Yes, he hesitated about obeying my command.”

Avontos pulled out the flogger that Hasaviz had let him keep. He pounced on Rak, grabbed the collar, and lashed his buttocks. “How many, sir?”

“Golden ten,” Murson said.

“That was one,” Avontos told Rak. The next strike went between Rak’s legs, causing the slave to cry out. “Two.” Three went on Rak’s butt again, but four and five went between the legs and Rak climaxed from the pain. Avontos absorbed the energy and six went on Rak’s butt.

“Good, good,” Murson said. “You aren’t wasting his pain.”

Avontos pulled Rak into a kneeling position, almost displaying him for Jethain and seven and eight went on Rak’s lower belly and groin. Rak was erect again by the time the eighth blow landed.

“Make sure he climaxes,” Murson said.

“As you taught me, sir,” said Avontos. Nine and ten struck Rak’s package and inner thighs. There was no orgasm, so Avontos gave him one more, and this time, Rak’s seed spurted out of his reddened, welt-covered member.

“Now give the prince oral service like you were told, slave.” Murson crossed his arms and watched, expression sour but eyes glittering.

Rak crawled onto the bed between Jethain’s spread legs. He didn’t so much as peek up at the prince’s face as he reached the exposed target. His tongue caressed Jethain’s balls and the cock came erect. Rak licked that as well, then took