Disclaimer: This is a story of PURE FANTASY so do not read to deep into it. It is also rated XXX. It has lots of very explicit male to male sex in graphic detail. If this offends you do NOT READ IT.
Copyright: This is my own story based on my characters in an online game called World of Warcraft, penned under my alias "Butchmor Strongoak"
Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction
"A Night at the Shady Rest Inn - A tale of Butchmor and Kieron"
Introductions Are Made
This was turning out to be a difficult mission, Butch thought to himself, as he began to investigate the smoldering wreck that was once the Shady Rest Inn of Dustwallow Marsh.
It had begun a week ago when his commander had heard word that the Inn had been destroyed with no survivors and not witnesses. Due to its location to both Horde and Alliance, and that it was considered neutral territory; its destruction had diplomatic implications. Tensions between the two sides were already high in the Marsh, with the Barrens on one side and Theramore on the other.
Hence Butch had been assigned to work with Lady Jania Proudmoor to discover just who, or what, had destroyed this Inn, and hopefully diffuse the tensions that were rapidly escalating. For Butch the Inn had bittersweet memories. It had been here that he and his former love, Aleric Talison, had spent many a night in each other's arms.
Butch sighed heavily as he buried his memories; he needed to focus on the task at hand. Lady Jania had assigned one of her own scouts to assist Butch and currently he was trying to hide his impatience as the contact was already over an hour late. Sitting on a stump near the Inn, scratching the ears of his faithful wolf mount, Nightfang, he heard the noise of a horse rapidly approaching.
With a quick command to Nightfang to hide, Butch slid easily into hiding, virtually undetectable, as he watched the rider approach the commander in charge of the investigation. Jumping off the horse with smooth athletic grace the young human handed some papers to the commander. Butch felt his breath quicken a little as he spied on the young man.
Standing close to six feet tall and wearing a Tauren battle harness (how he had gotten that, Butch wondered to himself) the scout was a beautiful specimen of the human race. Golden blond hair, cut around the nape of his neck in traditional barbaric fashion, outlined a very rugged and masculine face with crystal blue eyes that Butch could see clearly even from his hiding spot. Framing his square cut chin was a well kept goatee, adding a roughish charm to the otherwise hard face.
The man was probably in his mid twenties, Butch estimated, and was clearly in great shape. The harness did little to hide the man's broad chest, covered with a light down of blonde hair that trailed down his rippling abdomen to tight leathers laced around his firm round ass and well packed crotch.
Butch unconsciously licked his lips as he eyed the young man's package, noting how the breeches hugged the youth's manhood like a soft gloved hand. His eyes roamed back up, approving of thick forearms and large arms, the biceps prominent and bulging as the youth wiped sweat of his tan glistening skin.
"Grrrrr." Butch muttered as he got a hold of himself. There was work to do. Sneaking up behind the man he tapped him on the shoulder with one thick meaty finger, laughing out loud in a deep husky voice as the youth nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Demons blood!" The youth yelled, reaching for some sort of fist weapon at his hip, only to be stopped by the commander, who was scowling at Butch's lack of professionalism.
Before the youth could say another word Butch stopped laughing and introduced himself, noting with pleasure the youth took his hand without fear and shook his hand with a firm and confident grip despite his being caught unawares.
"Looks like you could use a bit more practice scouting human" Butch said good naturedly, easing the sting of his words with a smile, that to most, would have had them quavering in their boots. His scarred face split into a grin, his massive tusks jutting out of his lower jaw.
"My name is Butchmor "Strongoak" Brul'nar, but you may call me Butch if you like since I gather we will be working closely together for awhile", Butch said in Orcish, curious to see if youth would understand him.
With a confident smile the youth returned the greeting in perfect Orcish, "Well met Butch, my name is Kieron, and I have worked with your race often in the past. While you may have caught me unawares this time don't expect to do so again", shaking Butch's hand, his own strong hand lost in an Orc fist the size of his head.
While Kieron masked his own irritation at being caught from behind, he also found himself looking forward to working with this brute of an Orc. Kieron had always been a wanderer and during his youth he had many chances to mingle with the Horde races while being raised in Theramore. Unlike many of his kind he knew who the true enemies of Azeroth were and felt only by working with the Horde could the world be rid of the demons and undead that were out to destroy it. Thus he had taken it upon himself to learn the various languages of the horde and to train with some of them. This made him somewhat of an outcast among his kind, although his sexual interest in other males also contributed to this. Luckily Lady Proudmoor was in need of skilled diplomats and spies and Kieron was recruited into her spy network early on. So it was no surprise when he was selected to work with Thralls right hand Scout on this mission. While he had never met Butch he had heard many tales of his exploits, including certain rumors about his sexual tastes.
As Kieron trying to discreetly look Butch over he couldn't help but hope these rumors were true. This Orc was everything he had heard and then some. The brawny giant towered over him but a good foot, easily seven feet, and from the looks of it all muscle. While no Orc would ever be handsome by human standards, this one had such a powerful charm about himself that Kieron could feel his blood rising in lust. Like himself, Butch wore a black leather harness, various daggers and tools tucked into the cross of leather and metal across his barrel chest. The deep green skin was covered with thick black hair which did little to hide the rippling muscle beneath the thick skin. Kieron doubted he could even get his arms around half the beast's chest.
Unable to look to long into Butch's intense stare, his eyes glanced down past tree trunk thick arms, corded with muscle and tendons, to a tight loincloth made from warbear leather. The bulge packed into that small loincloth almost made him gasp and he had to pull his eyes away with effort, down to legs carved from stone; thick, powerful, the size of his own chest they were so thick and powerful. Like many Orcs he was barefoot, his thick strong feet with curved toe nails standing in the ground like immovable stone.
A deep voice interrupted his thoughts, "Ah you okay?", Butch asked, catching the youth staring at him.
"Um, yes. Just ..um.. tired from my ride is all". Kieron got out, trying to collect himself, realizing his tight leather breeches were beginning to get much tighter between his legs, not to mention a lot warmer.
"Then how about we return to my camp and we can fill each other in on what we know?. I have some good Orc ale and roasted raptor meat we can share." Butch offered, calling for his own mount as Kieron agreed and got back on his horse, leaving a rather bemused commander staring after them as they rode off.
The Night Heats Up At Base Camp
Butch and Kieron arrived at Butch's small camp just as night was falling. Butch had found a perfect spot, not far from the well known abode of the witch Tabetha. It was a small group of rocks that made a semi-cave and Butch had covered the top and sides with thick canvas and lots of moss from the marsh, making it almost impossible to spot. The rocks were very large so there was plenty of room for the two beefy humanoids inside. Knowing fire would have given their place away, Butch was heating the raptor stew over a spell stone, which gave off plenty of heat with little light and no smoke.
"Why did you pick this spot?" Kieron asked as he helped Butch clean up after their meal. The two of them were comfortable but sitting close to each other, stripped to the waist from the heat of the spell stone. They were drinking some of the potent orc ale and beginning to feel the effects.
"My sources indicate that the recent incursion of the Grimtotem tribe may be responsible for the attack on the Shady Rest Inn. We are fairly close to their current camp so this made a perfect spot." Butch explained as he stood up to stretch his legs that had begun to cramp.
Kieron nodded, and said, "That confirms my own suspicions. Before the sun rises in the morning we should scout out the camp more closely then".
"In that case no more ale my handsome young friend, as we will need to be extra alert". Butch said putting his away. "However that doesn't mean we have to go to sleep right away either", Butch added, as he leered down at the sitting Kieron, one large paw reaching down to scratch his crotch, feeling the effect of the ale burning through his Orc blood, making his skin gleam with a thin coating of lusty sweat.
"Umm, what would you.", Kieron started to say and then totally lost his train of thought as he watched Butch unwrap his loincloth right before his eyes. The Orc had already removed his other clothes so with the unwrapping of his loincloth he was now totally naked before him.
Kieron just stared in total lust at this mountain of male force before him. Butch was standing about two feet in front of him, a tower of muscle and barely contained lust. Butch grinned down at him, his thick tongue running over his pointed tusks, intense black eyes taking in Kieron's well muscled and athletic form. Kieron felt his cock turning iron hard as he watched Butch idly reach over with his mighty hand to pinch and play with his large Orc nipples, the other hand reaching down to his mighty crotch.
Letting the thick log of Orc flesh dangle almost hard in his big meaty fist, Butch shook his dick in front of Kieron's face, slapping his cock against his fist making it grow and thicken to Kieron's unbridled delight. Muscles gleaming in the faint light of the spell stone, Butch leaned back, thrusting his hairy crotch forward, his huge Orc tool fully hard, held in his meaty fist as he stroked the skin forward, causing a thick white syrup to leak out of the fist sized cock head, dripping down over the hairy knuckles of his fist.
Leaning forward Kieron stuck out his tongue and licked up the salty sweet pre-cum that was dripping over Butch's fingers. Now on his knees Kieron looked up at this mountain of masculinity personified. His two hands each grasped Butch's thickly hewed legs, the Orcs massive quads felt like solid iron covered in hot skin, muscles corded and rippling beneath his hands as he held on to Butch's thighs as Butch let out a deep guttural road of lust, spreading his legs farther apart and lightly slapping Kieron's face with his massive pole of manhood.
Arms the size of a tree, reached down, one holding his engorged dick and the other grabbing a hold of the hair off Kieron's head, Butch began to rub his dick head over Kieron's face. Leaving a hot trail of liquid lust over his beard, his lips, his eager tongue.
"That's a good scout! Lick up all the pre-cum. It will help ease the passage of my mighty Orc cock down that hot willing throat." Butch growled, his Orc blood boiling with hot lust as he watched the hot sexy human male so obedient to his male needs.
"Hmmm, yes please, let me taste you! I want you to fill me with your hot juice, make me yours!" Kieron cried, overcome with a lust he never felt he could experience, totally subservient to this god of male sexual hunger and desire.
Kieron moved his hand up, wandering over the extra hard abs on Butch's stomach, up to the giant, massive, rock hard pectoral muscles of his chest. Then down around to hold on to the mighty bubble butt, feeling the powerful ass muscles clench in his hands as Butch finally allowed his mighty organ to enter Kieron's wet parted and cock hungry mouth.
The cool breeze blowing outside did little to cool the hot sweaty males in the cozy cave as Butch begin to moan in tempo with Kieron's hot mouth on his foot long Orc dick. Mighty legs spread wide to each side of Kieron's chest, his butt held tight in Kieron's firm grasp, Butch held tightly to Kieron's head as he very slowly begin to ease his thick dick head into the hot wet mouth. Muscles began to ripple and flex all over his body, biceps bulging in restrained lust as he knew if he let go of control he would crush the poor humans head beneath his super strong grip.
Kieron was helpless before the passion being unleashed above him. All his energy was focused on breathing and enjoying the raw pleasure he was feeling as Butch entered his mouth. His own dick was throbbing and bobbing like a piston between his legs. Large spurts of pre-cum shooting out now and then to drip over his thighs and the animal pelts he was resting his knees on.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, finding that the Orcan ale was helping him to relax and deaden any sore muscles. All the pre-cum from Butch was also having a strange effect on him, making Butch's to thick cock able to slide in his mouth like sword into butter.
He wrapped his lips tightly around the muscle dick, letting the thick head glide deep in to the back of his throat, reaching deep down till it felt like it was lodged in his very stomach, before slowly pulling back out, his lips trying vainly to hold it in. The hot organ coming almost completely out of his mouth before it began its slow descent back down.
Butch could not recall the last time his cock had felt this good. He loved the look of seeing this handsome human on his knees before him, worshiping his might orc cock, the thick male weapon sliding in and out of Kieron's mouth.
He pulled his cock completely out of his mouth, letting both of them catch their breath. Kieron eyed the one eyed snake with awe. The head covered with spit and Orc dick snot, gleaming in the light, a pillar of lust. Butch stroked it slowly in front of Kieron, thrusting his powerful hips until they became a blur.
"Unghh! Unghh.. its coming, are you ready? You ready to take my hot Orc seed boy?" Butch howled out, stopping his strokes and aiming the swollen organ in front of Kieron.
"Yes!" Kieron cried, opening up again as Butch slammed his cock deep down his throat. His passion coming to a hilt as he pumped his cock like a hydraulic press at full force in and out of the wet oral cavity.
Both were lost in lust as Butch's pace increased, his hips a blur as he pounded his cock deep into the back of Kieron's throat, holding the humans head tight to his crotch. Giant bull balls, that would do a Tauren proud, pulled tight into his crotch as he paused, feeling his cum boiling up and out of his engorged prick, to shoot like a hose down that hot sucking throat.
Kieron began to swallow, feeling the hot liquid burn down his throat, causing his whole body to jerk and spasm in sympathy. His own cock erupting, shooting jets of hot cream all over Butch's hairy legs.
It was to much for one human to manage though and Butch pulled back, as cum began to froth out the corners of Kieron's overly stretched mouth. With a very audible plop Butch dislodged his erupting cock from Kieron's mouth, stroking his monster meat as shot after shot of Orc cum covered Kieron's glowing face. He shot so much Kieron's hair was plastered to his side. Orc sperm dripping down his broad shoulders, down the heaving sweaty well built chest. Merging with his own pool of cum that he had shot all over himself.
Finally Butch stopped moaning, his heart slowing. One thick hand continued to slowly milk at the last few drops of cum onto Kieron's lips, still semi-hard. Both were drenched in cum, Orc and Human combined. None minded the smell of sweat, passion and dick juice that coated them as they lay down together. Kieron let out a small sigh of pleasure, feeling safer than he ever had in his life, as Butch's huge arms pulled him tight to his powerful chest. Wrapped in those beefy arms, Kieron drifted off to sleep, as Butch looked down in fondness, keeping guard for the night.
The End?