This story is brutal and not for the faint of heart or those who hate and/or just plain dislike reading stories about homosexual relationships between fantasy creatures. Also if you are looking for just another jerk-off story; I'm sorry because my imagination would not let it be just that. As far as I am concerned my imagination had a mind of its own when it wrote this.
Enjoy.
Part 2.
I am startled from my daydreaming, my reminiscing, to hear my owner move above me. His sheer size was a lovely blanket for my body for the night and I feel the girth buried inside me stir. I grip the pillows moaning as my innards are still sore from the night before. The orc apparently saw me wincing alittle as I can feel him pulling his stiff rod from my raw rear.
A sigh leaves my muzzle to both the pain and pleasure I felt, my rear aching but the dribbling feeling of cum sliding over the flared red flesh, relieving it. The orc steps away to no longer shade me from the light causing me to wince as my eyes adjusted to it. I can neither sit nor stand from the pain, simply wincing from time to time until I open my eyes to see that I am shaded once more.
I recoiled alittle thinking at first that he would start again since I feel the probing behind, but the thickness I felt was his index finger spreading something that felt like a rush of cold air on a summer's day. My hanging jowls open further as I moan from the relief the orc is giving me. My body spasms as the probing finger continues to spread the relieving ointment in an almost teasing way.
I start to laugh alittle after looking back to the smile on the orc's face as he makes this into a sort of tickling game on my wet pucker for the soothing spread of ointment, a noise I haven't heard from myself before since I had gotten here and came close to almost sounding foreign. My body shakes when I feel his hands squeeze my rump cheeks after treating my sore pucker. My eyes travel lower to see that his organ is still turgid despite its lack of attention. I look back up into his blue eyes as he crawls back onto the pillows beside me, but instead of getting back on top he simply just rests on his backside while I am still on my belly thus I turn around to cuddle my furred body against his green hide.
My fingers run down along his chiseled abs to come to his green pillar; I take a second to look up to his white hair lined face for approval. After noddin to me with his usual content grin, I begin to stroke the flesh and I watch myself do so, paying attention to every detail I can feel and every spot that causes his muscles beneath my furred muzzle to tense from pleasure. I just smiled to him at my accomplishment, to please my savior.
Both my paws move down to the green stiffness just before I use my index and thumb on my left paw to pull back on the foreskin in a teasingly way. I can see and smell the unwashed sex still on his now-exposed bulb as my head leans in just enough to start licking it clean of its bitter grimy coating. I show no sign of revulsion over the overwhelming and unusual flavor that our bodily fluid combined had left and my muzzle even dips down further to engulf around the large, swollen head. My left slides down further to join my right paw in the effort of stroking such a long shaft.
My ears swivel to the sounds of his groaning grunts that are accented with the spurts of pre hitting the back of my throat. My tongue reacts by rubbing around the slit that released such an attack as my paws continue to squeeze and stroke the green pillar eagerly waiting to taste the next glob of pre to be given to my vigorously lapping tongue. It didn't have long to wait either for the coming throbbing spurts of pre as each time I stop just long enough to tease the pulsing veins lining his green member causes him to grunt again.
I can feel his hips bucking up now against my right paw that is squeezing and stroking at the hilt and a few more inches being pushed in to the back of my throat. This lets the foreskin recede and also gives me the ability to use my muzzle to play with it much to his pleasure, darting my tongue between the folds of flesh; using my lips to pull it back just to let it go again. My undying, undivided attention onto his shaft and the fingers he had snaked down and forced into my wet rectum had finally been too much for the middle aged orc warrior, his throbbing head begins to fill my nursing maw with dollops of warm seed. I tighten the suction and grip of my lips as this happens to not lose a drop while I try to swallow the thick goo that is rapidly filling my muzzle. My saliva comes to my aid by diluting it just enough to help it slide down my small throat when I try to swallow the next time.
After pulling my lips off of his throbbing flesh, I begin to lick the strains of seed clean that connect his cumslit to my loosely hanging muzzle lips. Then I keep licking the knob, enjoying this playful teasing until the panting Banegork takes his fingers out of my rear and grabs the back of my head pulling my tongue out of his spent organ's reach. I smile as I look into his blue eyes and he starts to laugh before he kisses me. I can still taste the sweet fruit on his lips and even find my tongue being the first to intrude, darting along in his mouth to taste its sweetness. It quickly becomes a wrestling match between our tongue until he snorts his laughter after getting my tongue pinned against the roof of his muzzle and licking its underside. The grip on the back of my neck becomes scritching rubs along the back of my head and behind the ears like before.
A loud drumming noise from outside breaks the long seal of our lips before he sets me down and puts on his loincloth again just as he had it before. I get up to follow until he gestures to me and waggles a finger to me, "Stay here boi, me be back later." After nodding to him and the flaps close after him rushing out, I look back to the pile of pillows with a revelation of sorts. I look to the fresh cum stain we had made to see no markings of blood, then when I curl up to touch the still wet pucker and even dipping my middle finger in to the knuckle I find no breaks of the skin or blood on the finger after I withdraw it. But he was so big.. how did he be so rough yet didn't rupture anything?
I wipe the fingers clean on my chest fur before I sit on the pillow he had me pinned to just earlier taking a deep breath through my nose as I lay back. My nostrils twitch from something in the air encouraging another lung-fill of the same. After my third one, I feel very sleepy, so sleepy thus causing me to yawn. I just smile looking around the room feeling so content that it takes me a moment to realize that all this deep breathing in a room filled with the kind orc's scent has caused myself to develop an erection. When I first arrived here, such a reaction to the smell of orcs would be taboo to say the least, but now I don't even think twice about it.
My digits reach up to grip my nipple stubs as I just watch the pulsing flesh almost surprised that just the odor not only keeps it hard but seems to get me hornier. My muzzle dries out and I can't stand this self teasing. My right paw reaches down to grip my turgid rod, cooing to myself while the soft pads stroking my aching hard-on. I sink further back against the pillow with my eyes closing from the bliss as my nostrils swell from deep breathing of this scent. My hanging jowls open alittle more to start moaning as I feel the swelling of veins on my throbbing shaft under the soft pads on my digits.
I lose myself in this sensation of the scent up until I smell another scent intruding on the pleasing odor, almost contaminating the pleasure. My eyes pop open to spot a all, fat orc standing in front of me, watching me enjoy myself while he was stroking his own organ. I stop to look over the orc while he continues to stroke himself, my paw idly squeezing my own rigid flesh as I try to figure out who it is, but quickly understand who it is with one look to his face. While it is heavily wrinkled, with a long, white beard and his face is utterly lined with jewelry. He has 4 piercings in each ear that are decorated with precious stones, he has several embedded straight into his forehead which are thencomplimentary lined with several of the same stones just underneath in his bushy white eyebrows through several piercings. His flaring nostrils carries a heavy solid gold ring; his tusks are cracked, chipped, and decryped. This orc is of critical importance, if not the chieftain himself.
My paw stops altogether which causes the orc to grunt to me and hearing him speak in a grizzly though weak tone, beckoning me to continue. Nodding to him I pick up the intensity of my own strokes while watching him do the same as he starts to crouch down in front of me. My jowls open again with my panting until he pulls my paw off my own flesh which he then puts his own shaft against mine and begins to jerk us both off with the same hand. At first I was surprised that he managed it so well without my assistance even with those huge hands. The feel of the hard orc shaft against mine is electrifying despite the unnerving fact that his is just about twice my size, but that gives me the advantage of thrusting into his callused hand while it works over us both, pushing us closer to release. As the younger and more energetic of us two, I fall into the orgasmic bliss before the chieftain which he then points it downward to have me spray the seed all over my chest fur. His strokes pick up speed not only to milk my slender flesh to push himself to the same plateau of pleasure, mixing his seed with mine all over my sticky chest.
He removes his hand from my spent organ as it slowly retreats back into its sheath to use his first two wet digits to mix our seeds together, mumbling beneath his breath as he does so. I just watch this action curiously until he holds his index and middle finger up to my muzzle which I instinctually lick clean feeling the almost leathery skin that was his callused fingers. He stands up looking above me or rather behind me as he grunts, which signals four orc arms to be reaching around my belly from behind. I look over my shoulder in surprise to see four orcs behind me that are lavishly garbed in cloth and armor; two holding some leather straps as two others are reaching around rubbing the straps that they hold against the cum in my fur before they strap them around my arms.
Turning back to the chieftain he is intently watching the act nonchalantly as he continued to mumble, I can't be sure why. In pairs of two, the four arms fasten the strain straps all over my arms then my wrists. The two behind keep handing the four arms each strap to be stained then snuggly fasten on as they move to strap up my thighs and ankles. Finally they finish up with a collar then a leather harness decorated with studs is wrapped around my messy torso and completed with a metal ring fastening it's straps in the middle of my soiled chest.
After this odd ritual is complete the chieftain runs his callused fingers through what hasn't been gathered on the leather restrains collecting it which he then licks half off and offers the rest to me. Out of respect, if nothing else, I licked his thick green digits clean causing him to smirk again before he stands and heads out with his four warriors following quickly behind, each with their own grin and bulge in front of their loincloths. I just lay there in a daze looking at my tight, new, and extremely revealing attire. It puts each bulge of my bulky frame is on display with the leather accenting both my muscles and fat.
Before long the dank air within cools with the flap beating with the gentle breeze outdoors and with the absent of so many warm orc attendants from the tent I can feel the mess hardening and matting my fur. Peaking outside I see an orc has been stationed in sight so the chance to get clean up as well as anything else is out of reach for now. I decide to just sit it out for now and wait for Bane to return.
My eyelids are drooping from this boredom of waiting, even the attention or play from any of those horridly lewds guards would be better than this pentrating layer of boredom that simply sitting and waiting has brought me. I look to the flap again to gauge the shifting and guess that a third of the day has already passed since he and his guards left. Looking below this stiff fur stuck to my flesh and the fragrantly ingrained leather straps begins to ache with each movement. The staggering trance of mild discomfort and boredom being broken with the sound of drums beating and a horn blowing which leads to the appearance of Banegork, quickly getting my tail to wag and a smile on my muzzle. He is smiling quite happily himself as he firmly states, "Gewd news, we're almost home!"
My jaw drops just short of hitting the ground as I was gotten the notion that this was a town more or less. He, on the other hand, seems just short of cloud nine with his so unbefitting and unbridled happiness. I inquire to what is so great about this and his voice vibrates the hut's walls with his exuberant reply accompanied with a smile from ear to ear, "My lifemate lives thure."
Six months ago to hear this kind of situation about me and an orc would be laughable, but my ears sank and heart thudded with the realization that I am really just a pet to him. Beligerantly and oblvious he eyes me before he fumbles through a drawer before pulling out a sharp razor which grabs my attention, "Hunh, me see you had your tribal initiation ceromony today. Guess me gunna have to cut that mess out now." Blinking and sweating bullets I asked if I can't just wash it off which just gets a chuckle from him, "Naw, that ain't gonna clean up, sides me was thinking of shaving you anyways." And with a mischievious smirk he just pushes me over and begins to lift up my harness and proceeds to somewhat gently shave my matted belly fur off in clumps then in showers of fur nubs falling to the ground. My eyes squint close and my body shakes just alittle each time I feel the warm blade gently scrapping against the sensitive skin beneath the chest fur.
Laying there as still I can manage with my eyes firmly close so I don't have to watch this nerve-racking event. I can't escape it though since in the back of my mind the image is being drawn with the tracing of sensations caused from the blade's work, I can feel its path as it finishes with my chest then my belly and before long I can even feel it on my groin as well. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming in fear or protest when I feel it against the skin tethering my steath to my lower belly. I can hear him snickering at my nervous reaction while he continues to be precise with his slow work, removing every strand of fur from my sheath and soon my ballsac as well. My eyes bulge out when they open those as I feel him rubbing me below with a wet hot rag before working upwards over the rest of the freshly exposed skin. He steps back to admire his work and I just stare down at my foreign looking sheath and scrotum. With the lividly pink flesh coloring that replaces the matted fur I can't help thinking it reminds me of the orcs' foreskinned cocks which gets a giggle from me and a much, much more lecherous noise from him. With the dropping of his loincloth, I suddenly realized that it is gonna be very nice to be 'just a pet' afterall.
-- Written by Bearmon: gryzmon@yahoo.com.
Character Banegork copyright Hyper T. Wolf.