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Green Bottoms, Green Tops 1

For Aruk

By Draconicon

Despite being the only orc in line for Dirtier by the Dozen, the premier fetish club in the downtown area, Aruk felt surprisingly comfortable. It wasn't necessarily the fact that he was getting eyed up by the other men in line, nor was it the fact that he stood a head and shoulders above most of them. That was something that was true in pretty much every setting that he found himself in. No, it was more the fact that he felt like he was finally going to get something that he needed.

He kept his hands in his pockets as he followed the line up to the front door, making sure that he didn't start anything by looking around and getting someone's hope up. His t-shirt, with the words 'Top Tank' writ large over his chest, was probably giving most people the wrong idea of why he was here. Hell, he was pretty sure that the fox twink moseying up behind him and reaching around his waist had the wrong idea.

"Sorry, kid," he said, shaking his head as he caught the little guy by the wrist. "Ain't here for that."

"Mmm, are you looking for mouth service, then?" the fox asked, winking and swishing in his little skirt. "Or something more...personal?"

"Heh, trust me, ain't getting it from you."

He stepped forward again, making his way up to the bouncer. The other orc looked him up and down, chuckled, and started to reach for the red bracelets that marked out the tops in the club. Aruk held up his hand.

"Uh, other one," he said.

"Pardon?"

"I'm not a dom."

The bouncer froze in mid-reach, blinking a few times. He looked Aruk up and down again, this time a little more closely, and the red-haired orc did his best not to sigh or groan in annoyance. This happened more often than it should, and it was starting to bother him.

Truth be told, he got it. Orcs tended to be doms, he was advertising more or less as a dom, and he had the muscles and the thick body that generally meant that he would be the one taking charge and pushing someone around. That was the stereotype about orcs, and that was the thing that he tended to see everyone else doing.

But it wasn't him.

"Blue one, please," he repeated, pointing to the 'sub' bracelets.

"Alright, man. If you're sure."

"I am, thanks."

Holding out his wrist, he took the blue band and stepped through the door. Leaving the muttering bouncer behind, he took a look around, getting a feel for the club.

It was his first time in one of these places, but he was pretty sure that Dirtier by the Dozen was different to the average club. At the very least, this one had a lot more stuff going on in public. The servers that went around the room, carrying beers and little snacks, were naked save for a speedo that did nothing to hide the bulges, and he could tell that most of the guys weren't packing. Some of them had cock rings that shoved everything forward, yeah, but most of them were naturally that big.

As for the clients, he could see big guys ranging from stallions to elephants holding leashes and dragging their partners around. The doms tended to be wearing something, even something as minimal as the latex or leather speedos that the servers wore, and some went so far as to wear proper shorts and a harness across their chest. The subs, on the other hand, seemed to be lucky to get the chance to wear a cock sock, and a lot of them didn't even get that far.

An elephant and fox pair passed in front of him, and the fox spurted a bit of seed on the floor, almost hitting Aruk's boots. He managed to take a step back to avoid the splatter, and the elephant chuckled.

"Sorry about that. He didn't get you, did he?"

"Nah, missed by an inch."

"Yeah, he gets a little over-excited. You looking for - oh, right. Sub. Sorry."

"No harm done."

"Good luck finding someone."

He nodded as the elephant walked away, leaving him standing in the entryway looking at the rest of the room. It really did feel like a no-holds-barred place, where the establishment more or less allowed the patrons to police themselves. As long as nothing criminal was done, it seemed like everyone was keen on the idea of having clean, consensual fun.

Well, let's see if there's a dom free...

It didn't take long for some of the subs to start moving over to him, and he had to keep flashing the blue band on his wrist to get them to back off. They kept staring at it, convinced that it must have been a mistake, and he had to wade through a barrage of different questions about if he was sure he had the right bracelet, about whether he might be a switch interested in changing positions for a bit, or any number of other things.

By the time that he reached the bar that split the far wall of the club, he was about ready to throw one of the more irritating subs over it. He sat down on one of the plusher stools, took a deep breath, only to have it stolen from him by a deep chuckle at his side.

"So, getting sick of all the sluts yet?"

"Hmmph. Cock-blind, all of 'em," Aruk muttered.

"Yeah, well, they see good meat, they're gonna go for it."

"I ain't meat."

"Well, not their kind. Look at me, boy."

Not their kind? Well, that sounded a little more promising. Aruk hid a smirk as he turned to his left, getting his first look at whoever this guy was.

It turned out to be another orc, though one that was more tan-green than pure green like him, with black hair rather than red. The orc's cheeks were not as puffed out, nor did he look as old as Aruk was. Maybe in his twenties? Something like that. Regardless, he had the thick shoulders of a proper orc male, good tusks, black hair that crept down around his cheeks and jawline but didn't quite make its way to his chin.

All in all, not bad. A little shorter than he was, almost half a foot shorter, for that matter, but not bad at all.

He opened his mouth -

"Didn't give you permission to talk yet, did I?" the other orc asked.

Oh, that hit a button. Not many would say that to him, and considering that the other orc was both shorter than him and younger, that was saying something indeed. Aruk still smirked just a bit, cocking his head to the side.

"Didn't think I needed permission."

"Ain't fooling me with that shirt, boy. You might have all the cock-sluts out there staring at you, wanting your meat, but I know what you are. I know you're looking for it yourself."

"...You got some good eyes, then," he grunted.

"I know. So. What are you looking for?"

"...Not sure, if I'm honest," Aruk said, turning back to the bar. "Just something. Something to take the edge off."

"Too long since someone turned your brain off, huh?"

"Too long since anyone thought I needed it."

"Well, we can fix that."

"Yeah? You think you're good enough for that, do you?"

"I know I am. The question is, are you?"

Aruk whipped his head around, his short beard bristling at the statement, but the other orc didn't even flinch. Instead, he smirked back, reaching out and gripping him by the end of the beard, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

"You're gonna kiss me, boy."

"Hmmph. And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm going to make you remember what it feels like to be a total bitch. And because I asked you."

"..."

"Do it, boy."

There was just enough command in that tone, and just enough intensity in the way that the other orc was pushing him, that he leaned in and kissed the new guy without any further questions. Tusk met tusk, slid off of each other as they got a better angle. A tongue slipped past his lips, and he tasted something warm, something slick and a bit slimy. Not just spit, not just mouth, something else.

The grip on his chin kept him from pulling back when he started to run low on air, too. The other orc had him in a good grip, keeping him from shifting or sliding, and he started grunting as he tried to pull back. Instead of giving him space, the other orc slid his free hand down, gripping him by the crotch, pulling at the bulge in his jeans.

The pleasure, the lack of air, and the weird warmth in his mouth all came together to give him one hell of a boner. He groaned, rolling his head back for a moment before he was pulled deeper into the kiss.

It finally ended, a bit of spit between their mouths as he huffed and puffed for breath. The heat in his mouth was already spreading down his throat, though, running into his guts and then through the rest of his body. His nipples started standing up tall and proud under his shirt, and his cock was already starting to stiffen further in his pants. He huffed, groaning as he felt like goosebumps were breaking out all across his body.

"What the fuck..."

"Call it an icebreaker, boy. What's your name?"

"Aruk."

"Alright, Aruk. I'm Bolar, but you're gonna call me 'sir'. Ain't no point in calling me 'master' first night running, but you're gonna give me my proper title. You got it?"

"Nnngh..."

"Hey, boy." Bolar's hand gripped his tented crotch again, giving it a rub and a pat. "You got it?"

"Got it, sir."

"That's what I thought, heh."

Groaning still at the way that his head was spinning and rolling all at the same time, Aruk leaned back against the bar. His cock felt harder than usual, and he felt almost drunk. Not completely, not the same as that sort of fuzzy-brain that he was used to feeling at the end of the day, but fucking hell, it was hard to think. Something was off. Something...something really off, but he felt so...hot...

He was already starting to sweat like mad, feeling like a pig in a blanket. Bolar leaned back, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you get up and give me a show, boy?"

"What...what do you mean, sir?"

"I mean, get up and take off all those clothes."

"In front of..."

He gestured at the crowd, and Bolar chuckled. Once more, the other orc grabbed him by the end of his beard, giving it a little twist and shake. It made him feel more mature, in a way, almost like some older uncle getting a grip on some whippersnapper and making sure they were paying attention, and the thick leather pants and black leather harness that Bolar wore kinda pushed that image all the harder.

"Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, get up and get naked, boy."

There was something to that way of talking that made it hard to say no. He groaned, getting to his feet as he had been told. He kicked off his boots first, pushing them back towards the bar, and Bolar nudged them under the stool. His shirt followed, and by then, he felt eyes from the crowd turning to look at him. Some of the subs that had been propositioning him looked like they were finally getting the message, and they glared with full venom at him, and then at Bolar.

Something penetrated his foggy skull at that point. Everyone was looking either at him or Bolar. At least, all the subs were. They were staring at him for stealing someone.

What the hell...

He was down to his pants, paused for a moment, only to keep going when the other orc gestured for him to keep taking stuff off. He nodded, groaning as he unzipped his jeans, dragging them down. His cock was pointing straight ahead in his briefs, pushing them forward and making his cock all the more visible.

"Yeah, looks like you got a hunk of meat down there, boy. Heh. Looks like it's pretty eager to play."

"Been a while, sir," he muttered, groaning as he did.

"I bet. Well, what are you waiting for?"

"You mean..."

"Yeah, I said everything, and I meant everything. Off with 'em."

He had never gone this far in any bits of practice, nor with any fantasies, but...well, what was the harm? He was here to have fun, right? And Bolar was doing all the right things, and he'd been looking for a dom...

Still, it was a red-cheeked orc that pushed his underwear down, exposing both the foot-long cock that poked out from his crotch and the heavy balls that hung under, a thick thatch of red hair over his cock, and...

And his ass.

He could feel more than a few dominant stares turning across the club now that his bare ass was on display, but before he could start feeling too self-conscious about it, Bolar curled his fingers, calling him forward. Aruk stepped up to the other orc, trying not to think about the eyes on his ass.

"Yeah?"

"Boy..."

"Yes, sir?" he corrected himself.

"That's better. You're gonna go to the guys at the front. There's a big ol' stag keeping watch on the club supplies. See him?"

Aruk turned around, looking back at the front of the club. There was a stag, alright, standing behind what looked like a register. There were plenty of different cupboards and closets behind him, too, all locked down.

"Yeah, I see him."

"Go and ask him for rope, gags, spreaders, and a few rings."

"Rings?"

"And everything else, boy. You got the list?"

"Ropes, gags, spreaders, and a few rings," he repeated. "But -"

"Boy. Did I ask you to ask me anything?"

"...No, sir."

"Did I give you permission to start asking stuff?"

"No, sir."

"Then get to work. Don't gotta tell you that anyone else here would like some time with me, but I picked you. So, you gonna be worth it, or did you get naked for nothing?"

Something about that tone of voice told him that it would be far more worth his time to actually follow through with what he'd been ordered to do. Nodding, he ducked his head and walked across the club, making his way back to the stag. Every step he took, he could feel all the eyes on him, everyone staring, everyone getting a good eye-full of the naked, horny orc that was making his way through the building.

He didn't know how to feel about that. He didn't know how to feel about any of this, save to feel...aroused. Turned on. Horny.

The stag smirked as he walked up, nodding at him.

"Looks like you want some equipment."

"Yeah..."

"What's the list?"

"Uh..." The heat in his head and body, the little tickles of sweat drops running down his back and over his chest, made it hard to think. He wracked his brain, finally nodding. "Rope, gags, spreaders, and a few rings."

"Bolar's special, huh? Coming right up."

"You know him?"

"Everyone does," the stag said, turning around and pulling down a length of rope, probably about twenty feet of it, followed by a couple of different gags, some pins, some leg-spreaders, and a few other things. "He's the top dom in the club, and everyone wants a turn with him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Musta seen something special in you."

"...Wow."

"Anyway, here you go. Get back to him, meat boy."

Normally, he would have decked the stag for calling him something like that, but he was in such a strange headspace that he only blushed. The orc might have loomed over just about everyone in the club, but that didn't mean that he was taking this easily, or that he knew how to handle being a sub in public. He walked back, staring straight ahead, doing his best to ignore the occasional slaps across his ass or the gropes near the space between the cheeks.

Bolar waited for him at the bar, and nodded as he came close.

"Alright, boy, good job. Now, stand up straight. We got some restraining to do."

Considering bondage had been nothing more than a fantasy up until that point, Aruk didn't know what to do. He allowed himself to be posed, his arms pulled upwards at first, and then dragged behind his back as the other orc started dragging the rope over and around him, pulling it around his shoulders and then across his chest. Feeling it digging into his chest and his muscles was a new experience, almost like it was already rendering him a bit more helpless, and something in him rather...enjoyed it.

He could feel the rope dragging over him, not quite giving him friction burns, but reminding him of how close it was to his skin, how much it could do, how much control it gave someone else. His cock continued to bounce and throb in response to that, and he groaned under his breath as he felt it throb upwards against the rope itself.

As Bolar dragged it down between his legs, running the rope around either side of his package and under his balls, and then between his ass cheeks, Aruk gritted his teeth. His fangs showed more, and Bolar chuckled.

"What's the matter? Too tight?"

"No...sir..."

"Just liking it too much?"

The other orc's hand on his cock didn't make that better. If anything, the reminder of how stiff and hard he was only made him feel that much more embarrassed...and that much more aroused. He groaned again as he felt a few strokes, a few gentle, pulls, dragging his cock down for a moment before letting it swing back up, harder than it had been before.

That was the way that it ended up going. His chest was bound up in artful displays, his pecs pushed forward so that they were shown off more than the tight t-shirt had done, and more than that, he felt the raw pleasure of having his nipples teased by the rope fibers from time to time, feeling like they were sliding up and down his chest like rough fingers.

Too many buttons were being hit all at once, and he felt like he was getting pushed right to the edge without even knowing how he was getting there.

Once Bolar managed to get his arms pulled back and restrained, leaving him tied up from his crotch to his shoulders, the leg-spreaders came into play. He groaned as his ankles were restrained by two leather straps, forcing him to stand with them shoulder-width apart, dragging his height down by an inch or three, leaving him and Bolar closer in height. There was almost some sort of power in that, like Bolar was forcing him to be his equal, or less than that, to be his submissive just by the shift in height.

It only got worse from there, though. Or better, in some ways.

Bolar stroked his cock, teasing it down, then up, then down again, pulling it down and then making it swing up like he was putting it on display. The rest of the crowd had stopped paying attention to each other and only had eyes for them as he got his cock stroked, as he got his balls teased and tugged.

"Look at that. So willing. So eager."

"Mmmph..."

"You're a natural slut, aren't you, Aruk?"

"Mmmph."

"Your sir's asking you a question, boy. Are you a natural slut?"

"I...I don't know, sir..."

"Wrong answer."

A light slap to the cock followed, not enough to get him to feel pain, but enough to make it bounce up and swing down again. He shivered, his eyes closing tight as he felt that sheer pleasure running through him. He had to be making a mess of pre-cum all over the floor at this point, something that was going to take hours to clean up. He didn't care. It felt too good.

Bolar reached for the rings, dragging one slowly down his cock before wiggling it into place at the base of the shaft. He groaned at the sudden filling feeling that followed, the way that the blood was trapped in the shaft, how hard and horny he felt after that. His teeth clenched, his eyes closed as another pair of rings were slid up his balls, forcing them to hang lower, to dangle further down from the weights.

"Ah...ah..."

"Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes...yes, sir..."

"Are you a natural slut?"

"I'm a natural slut. I'm a natural slut!"

"Good boy. Now, push out that chest."

He did as he was told, and almost immediately felt the prick of a tusk against one of his nipples. Aruk groaned, his cock throbbing up, bouncing and twitching of its own accord, even as he felt blunted, thick fingers running back between his ass cheeks.

"Mmm..."

Bolar groaned against his chest, moaning softly against his pecs, while Aruk was huffing and puffing, barely able to speak. The other orc's free hand brought a gag to his mouth, one that kept him from doing anything but groaning.

And moaning, for that matter, as a finger finally managed to slid past his pucker. He arched his back, thrusting his chest forward, forced to show off his cock and his need to the entire club. He barely felt the eyes on him anymore, only feeling that long, fast slide down to the subby spaces in his head.

"Mmmph! MMPH!"

"Such hard little nipples. So sensitive, too."

A nibble, then a bite and pull. Aruk groaned, feeling the tightness, the pain and the pleasure mixing together in his chest, the hardness that was his nipple being pulled and stretched further than it was meant to go. Despite being the bigger orc, he was dragged up on tiptoe from the sheer domination of Bolar's personality, made to show off all the more.

He could feel the sloppy mess of his pre-cum slathering over his legs and belly, but it was secondary to the other orc's teeth and fingers. Pressure on his prostate, toothy nibbles and bites at his chest. Rubs, strokes, licks, nuzzles. All of them were mixing together, overwhelming him, making it impossible to think.

And his cock throbbed all the harder through it.

"Nnngh..."

He moaned, whimpered through the gag, his stoic, grumpy nature disappearing and replaced by the eagerness of a slut that had gone too long without proper use. He needed more. He craved more.

And he got it. A second finger slowly pried his asshole open, wiggling deep inside in the first movement. He moaned, gasping at the heat and the pressure inside of him, the warmth that came with the friction and the tightness that came with the tap and rub along his prostate. It was so much more than he had ever expected.

Bite, nibble. The other hand came back up, pulling at the side of his chest that had been ignored until that point. A little tug, a little twist -

"MMMPH!"

And he growled against the gag, thrusting his hips forward, his cock fucking nothing, then thrusting back, impaling his ass. Forward, back, driven, trained by those talented fingers and Bolar's teasing mouth.

The biting stopped for a second, replaced by a circling finger and a teasing tongue. His mauled chest felt so sensitive, and he huffed, puffed, grunted like a sow in heat from the way that it was making him feel. In, out, wet squelching fingers speeding up, hammering between his bound ass cheeks, making his hole feel all wet, all needy, all inflamed and puffy. He started to push back again -

Then it stopped. The fingers pulled free, digging into his ass cheeks instead, squeezing them. The hand at his chest pulled at his nipple, and the bites returned. Aruk all but screamed into his gag, hopping up onto his tiptoes with desperation.

"Heh...you need it, boy?"

"Mmmph...Mmm-hmm..." he grunted past the gag.

"Heh, I don't think anyone could understand that, boy."

He felt the gag come free, hanging down against his chest. He panted, his tusks dripping with drool.

"Now, say that again, boy."

"I...I need it..."

"Need what?"

"I need...it...I need your cock, sir...I need - nngh!"

The twist, the pull at his nipple, the other hand between his cheeks. Two fingers, three into his ass this time, rubbing over his prostate, rubbing it, almost milking it. His cock throbbed up and down, begging for attention, begging for something to take him over the edge.

"What was that, boy? Speak up. Say it, loud and proud."

"I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked by you!"

The orc's shout echoed through the small club, and he shivered as he realized what he'd said. He needed it, though. His hole burned the same as the rest of his body did, the warmth that had come from the kiss having spread throughout his entire body. Nothing was soothing it. All this fun was only making it worse. He needed something that would bring him over the edge, something that would cover that fire and put it out.

He needed dick. He needed to be bent over and fucked.

"Please, sir, please."

"Please what, boy?"

"Please, give me your dick! Fuck me until I cum, please!"

His begging finally got him what he wanted. The other orc stepped behind him, and a cock nearly as big as his rubbed between his ass cheeks. The warmth of it, the way that it dribbled and drooled pre-cum on his rump, was all that he had imagined and more. He groaned as it slid between the cheeks, rubbed over his wrinkled pucker, and -

POP!

In it went, and he moaned as his cock squirted pre-cum through the air, sending it flying across the room. He was so pent up that he didn't care about the laughs, the murmurs of admiration, or anything else that the crowd did. As long as he kept getting dick, he didn't care at all. All that mattered was getting more of it, getting filled, getting fucked, getting used by the big guy behind him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He moaned as the gag thumped against his chest, his cock bobbing up and down. The ring at the base and the stuff holding his balls down felt heavier and tighter than ever, like they were keeping him bound. His arms were still pinned behind him, giving Bolar something to hold onto as the other orc fucked him. One thrust, another, each one going deep and opening him up in a way that toys never could.

The ropes gave Bolar - gave Sir - the power to control him, to position him how he wanted. They were so tight, constricting, almost too much so, but the slight pain gave pleasure all its own as he was conquered and taken like some sort of wild beast. He moaned, he grunted, he even drooled from the feeling of being rutted from behind like this.

Pop. The cock slid free, Sir's cock slid free, and he groaned at the empty feeling that followed. His cock was a drooling, leaking thing, begging for attention, desperate for a touch, but his arms were pinned, and Sir had no intention of reaching down for it.

"Nnngh...more...more, please!"

"You want to be fucked more, boy?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to cum? Or do you want to be fucked?"

"Fucked, Sir!"

"Hehe, that's the answer I wanted to hear."

There was no 'pop' this time, but more of a squelch. His hole had loosened up, ready to take it, eager to take it. He moaned as it was big enough to push him right back down into that happy, subby space in his head, and he moaned louder as he was made to fall further, deeper into that needy mind-space.

He was fucked while standing, pushed away from the bar. The rest of the club hollered with appreciation as he was fucked and pushed to the middle of the floor, made to stand there for everyone to see. He barely cared. All that mattered was getting dicked, getting rutted, getting fucked.

He was turned in place, the thrusting never stopping, the ropes as good as a leash around him to keep him moving. His cock was displayed, fat foot-long of orc meat that was good for nothing but dripping while he was getting fucked. He was made to show it off, made to thrust his hips for his Sir.

And all the while, the fucking continued.

In, out, in, out, that fat dick went, and he kept taking it as deep as he could. He moaned as it slid between the cheeks, sliming him up, making him moan with each successive squelch through him. The feeling of being dominated, the sense of getting what he needed for so long but hadn't been able to admit to himself, was so good.

It didn't matter, at first, that he was being kept from getting off, but the longer that the rut went on, the more need that he got. The edging from his prostate and the occasional stroke to his cock kept reminding him of how much he needed to cum, how badly he needed to blow his load. He kept trying to fuck himself backwards, but Bolar had tied him up so securely that there was no way for him to break the pace. He got what the other orc decided that he would get. No more, no less.

In, out, in, out, that cock went, and the occasional cock stroke went from being a playful mercy to being a torture in and of itself. He kept thinking that it might be enough to get him off, but it never was. It was just enough to make him think of the possibility of cumming, and then lose it.

"Nnngh...nnngh..."

He stopped talking, his begging becoming almost bestial grunts of need. Even as they shifted positions, going from a standing fuck to him being on his knees while being held up by the ropes, or from there to up against the wall, the pleasure just kept growing. The edging never stopped, his cock restrained by the rings, his balls kept from rising by the weights on them.

In, out, in, out, his hole trained to take it, his body trained to crave the edging torture. He whimpered, he groaned, he even squealed like a pig from time to time, but it was never enough to get him the mercy that he needed.

Finally, what felt like hours later, he was on his back on a table, his legs spread, his cock drooling over his belly. Sir looked down at him, smiling.

"Do you deserve to cum, slut?"

"Yes...yes..."

"Do you deserve to cum?"

"Yes, Sir! I deserve to cum!"

"Then blow it, slut. Blow it."

And all it took were those words. Even as he felt his Sir blasting his load deep in his guts, it was the pleasure of being allowed to cum that finally pushed him over the edge. Aruk arched his back, an explosion of pleasure rippling out from his groin, his cock pulsing as it almost expanded from the powerful jets of cum rocketing up from the depths. One pulse, two, three, blasting across his chest and hitting him right in the face, drenching him, soaking him for the crowd to see.

Another, and another, the first four shots as strong as the first, only slackening off with the fifth. Eventually, after an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, he only dribbled, and for a moment, at least, he blacked out, with only two words chasing him down into the darkness.

"Good boy."

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When he woke up, he was upright again, still soaked, but no longer tied up. Bolar patted his back, chuckling.

"You did good, Aruk."

"Aruk, huh?" he asked, chuckling even as he swayed. "Ugh...Was I good?"

"You were a very good boy."

His cock throbbed hard at that, and he groaned.

"Well, looks like I needed that...and looks like I got a new kink."

"Play your cards right, and you'll get the chance to do that again."

He blushed a bit at that. Coming to the club, he'd just been looking for fun. Now that he knew just how fun this could be, he could see himself coming back quite a few more times...particularly if Bolar was there.

The End

Summary: Aruk, an orc sub, heads out to a very kinky fetish club for some fun. He ends up in the hands of a dominant orc that really enjoys what he does, and learns a little about himself at the same time.

Tags: M/M, drug, aphrodisiac, orc, club, public, exhibitionism, master/sub, dom/sub, sir, bondage, fucking, anal, fingering, edging, nipple play, rope, orgasm, cum, pre-cum, dripping, submissive, size difference,