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The Matara's House, Chapter One

     Nobek Hartob strode purposefully across the floor of the pleasure house. His angular face was drawn with worry. 

     He had been surprised with an unusual summons as soon as he exited the playroom. An embrace and a bow of respect was all the aftercare he was able to give the young Nobek Esau. 

     “You prove a worthy opponent yet again, fierce Nobek.”

     “You flatter me, Hartob.” Esau had replied. “One of these days, I will best you.”

     “I have no doubt of that. When you desire it enough, you will best me.” Hartob assured the Nobek. Esau only smiled in response. 

     Hartob wondered if Esau knew exactly how true the statement was. The day that Esau desired to subdue the older Nobek, Hartob would be more than willing to accommodate. The though of the handsome Nobek holding Hartob down and forcing him to accept penetration brought a smile to Hartob's face. And, just like the more dominant Nobek's that Hartob served, Esau would have no idea that the older Nobek perceived his needs and only offered enough of a fight to make the conquest sweetest. 

     Until that day came, if it ever did, Hartob was content to remain the vanquisher. His ability to determine who preferred to win and who preferred to loose these grapples for dominance made him the most popular service Nobek in the house.

      He left his recent client in the capable hands of Imdiko Ruhan. Had this been the young Nobek's first visit, duty would have demanded that Hartob be the one to heal his wounds and soothe his pride. Thankfully Esau was a frequent patron and would require little comforting. 

      Hartob used a cleansing cloth to clear the blood off his chin. If the swelling in his right eye continued, he may have to use the med kit himself.. Hartob knew that his Dramok employer would prefer that he be prompt instead of pretty. Clean up would wait. As he walked, he smoothed down the fine black hairs that had escaped his long thick braid.

     His step slowed as he approached the door to his employer's office. Standing in the entryway was the sexiest Imdiko that Hartob had ever met. Imdiko Pleekah reclined against the opening. His long black hair fell down behind him in hundreds of thin braids. His hands lay draped across his chest.

     “You look a mess.” Pleekah's low tenor seemed to caress something deep in Hartob's chest. “Are you fresh from the fight sweet Nobek?” Esau stood and closed the distance between them. His gentle thumb traced the wound on Hartob's lip. “I wonder how the other Nobek looks?”

      “He looks much worse than me, I am afraid.” The spicy scent of the Imdiko's arousal filled the air. Hartob reached out and pulled the Imdiko against him. Pleekah matched inch for inch of Hartob's almost seven foot height, bringing the Imdiko's lips perfectly in range for a stolen kiss. Pleekah placed his hands on Hartob's broad chest and carressed him gently before pushing him away. Pleekah's lithe figure made him no match in strength against the brawny Nobek. Hartob allowed the Imdiko to slide out of his embrace. 

     “Now, now Hartob.” Pleekah scolded, too loudly. “Hands to yourself.” Pleekah's face spoke his disappointment even as he pulled away from the Nobek. “Dramok Vermaun is expecting you.”

     “Ho ho!” Nobek Tenol called as he approached the pair. “Pleekah! Are you playing with Nobeks now?” The Nobeks eyes filled with heat. “After watching you dance under Imdiko Revat's lash, I have been dreaming of getting my hands on you.”

     “I am sorry dear Nobek,” Pleekah smiled demurely. “It's only Imdikos for me.” With a toss of his braids, Pleekah sauntered down the hall. 

     “That Imdiko loves pain more than any Nobek I have ever known. I can not believe that he will only accept Imdiko patrons because he is afraid of a little rough handling.” Nobek Tenol sighed.  “What do you think, Hartob?”

Hartob only shrugged. He knew the truth. Pleekah focused his service on Imdikos because that was where he was needed most. Pleekah was such an extreme masochist that even the most nurturing of Imdikos felt comfortable administering the whip to his lovely skin. With Pleekah, the tenderest of Imdikos could unleash their dominant side. It was a rare treat for that gentle breed and so, Pleekah did not lack for patrons.

     “I must attend Dramok Vermaun. Good day, Nobek Tenol.” with a nod, Hartob entered his employer's office.

     “Hartob,” the Dramok inclined his head in greeting. “I see the play session went well. Who was victorious?”

     “I bested the young Nobek Esau. His wounds are much more dramatic than mine.”

    “Again?” Vermaun raised one eyebrow. “That boys tastes don't change much, do they? Be careful that he doesn't ask you to clan!”

    “Vermaun!” Hartob exclaimed. “Don't jest so.”

    “Don't fear, Nobek. None can hear my scandalous comments here.” Vermaun stretched in his seat. Leaning back, the Dramok crossed his arms over his chest and watched the Nobek stand there. 

     Despite his smaller stature and more modest musculature, Hartob felt intimidated by the intense stare of the Dramok. Hartob's cocks began to swell and his heart beat in his throat. 

     “I smell your desire, Hartob.” the Dramok growled. Hartob whimpered. “And I wish I could do something about it.” Vermaun sighed. “But if I keep you in here too long, there are those who might suspect the truth.”

     “No one would think anything of you bending me across your desk once.” Hartob whispered.

     “I know, my lover.” Vermaun stepped back. “But one can easily become two, and two can become twenty, and our carelessness would cost us all eventually. Most of our patrons would not be so comfortable being intimate with any of us if our clanhood became public knowledge. Would you deny our Imdiko his service? Would you deny yourself yours?”

     “You are right, as always, my Dramok.”

      “Tonight, dear Nobek.” Vermaun smile. “Tonight.”

      Hartob took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “How may I aide you this afternoon?”

     “I have received a comm from Dr. Conyod.”

     “Matara Rachel's Imdiko?” Hartob interrupted.

     “The same. He is a psychologist who specializes in traumatized Mataras. He has asked for help with the rehabilitation of one of his more difficult patients. To that end, he has asked me to visit the hospital this afternoon and to bring my most submissive service employee with me.”

     “That is why you were meeting with Pleekah?”

     “Yes.” Vermaun looked Hartob in the eye. “I want to bring you as well.”

    “Of course! I would gladly serve as a protector to Pleekah.”

    “That is not the only reason I want you to attend.”

    “My Dramok! You would have me serve as a submissive?” Hartob's face drained of color. 

    “Not necessarily, my sweet Nobek, and not without your consent.” Vermaun assured him. “But from what Dr. Conyod told me of this particular Matara. I am not sure that our Imdiko is what this one needs.”

     Hartob bowed his head. “I will submit to your judgment, my Dramok.” 

   “Go and cleanse yourself. We leave for the hospital as soon as you are ready.” Vermaun chuckled. “How strange it will be to leave the pleasure house together.”