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Green Bottoms, Green Tops 4

For Aruk

By Draconicon

Aruk had a day off, alright, but it was only a day off from his job, not from his obsessions. They were out in full force, and he was working hard to fight against them and sort himself out.

His cock throbbed between his legs, and the orc could barely stand to look at it without feeling the throbbing ache that ran through it, almost like there was a steel rod jammed down his urethra and running all the way down to his prostate. He had never been that hard in his life before, and it was unrelenting. If it wasn't for the fact that he still trusted Bolar, he would have gone to a doctor to see if there was something wrong with his dick after it had been hard for nearly six hours.

The ring at the base was still clenched tightly to him, held close and almost digging into the skin. Almost, not completely, but almost, enough to make him feel like it was part of him now rather than just a decoration. It was both sexy and frustrating at the same time, and he didn't know which one was better.

He slowly reached down to the bulge in his boxer briefs, his throbbing shaft tenting them beyond the common lot of mortals. The foot-long bulge was something that any bottom would have been happy to take, and he was sure that there were some power-bottom tops that would have felt the same. The way that Bolar had managed to tease his cock as much as his ass had made it almost impossible to tell which the other orc preferred more.

His hand hovered over his bulge for a moment, wanting to stroke it, to tease it. Even though he knew it would only make him that much more frustrated when he was unable to cum, he wanted to touch it, wanted to sink deeper into that swampy mess of pleasure and debauchery.

"Mmmph..."

Not one word had passed his lips since he woke up. All that came out were grunts and huffs, pants and grimaces and moans. He couldn't speak, too horny for that, his thoughts running through molasses in his head and getting stuck in the mud of need. No matter how hard he tried, the drink from last night still burned in his veins.

He'd tried a hundred different distractions. He'd tried putting on the TV, and had not been able to follow a single show. He'd tried pulling out his phone and checking what was going on in the world, but the news didn't make sense. Books, games, anything that he tried were just distractions for a half-second before they became a meaningless mess. All that mattered was the need that burned through his veins, and the memories of the other orc and what his Sir had done to him last night.

His ass clenched in memory, and he groaned at the squelch that followed. It wasn't just Bolar's cum sliding out of his ass anymore. He wasn't sure that the stains in his boxer briefs had ever been just that, after this long. His asshole had started to ooze with some sort of wet slick on its own. Something from the drink? Something that orcs might do when they got subby enough? He didn't know, but he didn't care.

The dark-green orc rolled on his side, reaching around to the back of his boxer briefs. He could feel the little base of the plug, felt it pushing back against the fabric of his underwear. One finger pressed on it, slid it forward -

"Mmmph..."

And it was almost like pushing down the plunger on a syringe, forcing some pressure down on his prostate and making his cock throb upwards in his briefs, spitting pre-cum into the fabric and making them even wetter in the front. He could feel slime along the rim of his asshole, too, something that was slipping out of him, getting thicker, wetter, slicker every time that he touched it.

No need...no need for lube...

He could have gone to anyone now, anyone in the world, and he was sure that they would have slid right up his ass. He could have been fucked by someone as big as an elephant, and he would have been able to take it thanks to what Bolar had done to him.

Yet, he didn't want that. He didn't want to be held down and fucked by anyone but Bolar. The need that he had for that orc...

No, the need that he had to cum...

For Bolar...

For himself...

He groaned, rolling onto his back. The teasing pleasures of the mind were so thick and heavy that it was so hard to tell just what he needed, what he wanted, what was required and what was not. The red-bearded orc ran his hands across his face. The chores of the day were fading. He should have been ordering groceries, or getting stuff ready for work tomorrow, or thinking about how he was going to budget the next paycheck.

Instead, all he could think about was how to cum, when to cum, and for who. There was no question for the last one, either.

Groaning under his breath, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His instincts told him to just get up and go to Bolar's house again, to beg to have the cock ring taken off and to cum, but he knew that he needed to at least get dressed. Shorts, if nothing else.

Yes. Shorts. Leather shorts. Nothing else.

Nothing else for the slut orc.

He felt dirty as he walked down the street, barefoot and bare-chested in the early afternoon. The sun beamed at him, leaving his green, hairy chest shiny from it, and he was starting to smell his own musk. A point of darkness had already formed in the leather shorts where his cock was pointing forward, and he knew that the point was spreading, getting bigger and darker the more that he thought about what was waiting for him.

Bolar...

He was half out of his mind, he knew. Every step jostled the plug in his ass, making him feel it going all the deeper inside of him, and it was driving him right up the wall. His bare feet against the concrete made him feel like he was already someone's pet, someone's slut, and the thought only aroused him further.

The thought of all the people driving by, seeing him with his throbbing boner and maybe even seeing the wet spot in the back of his shorts, made him all the harder. They would see a slut-orc, something that...

Something that was...

Wrong?

Was he wrong?

No, he wasn't. There was nothing wrong with him. There was only need, and the desperate desire to have that need fulfilled. There was nothing wrong with an orc being this slutty, this dirty, as long as he got what he wanted out of it in the end. He walked a little faster, a little prouder, even as he got some catcalls from those that drove by.

He reached the apartment complex, and though his head was still dizzy with the aphrodisiacs that were pumping through his body and the need that was churning in his balls, his cock, his ass, he could remember where he needed to go. He walked through the lobby to the elevator, hit the button, and rode it to the top. It beeped at the floor he remembered, and he marched over to Bolar's door.

There was a moment of hesitation as he realized that the other orc might not be in during the afternoon, but he knocked anyway. If he was, he was. And if he wasn't...well, he was desperate enough that he'd probably go wait in the lobby for the lighter-skinned dom to show up. He needed this, needed this more than he had realized.

Knock, knock.

A pause, silence. He hesitated, then knocked again.

Knock, knock.

Silence, then step. Then another, and another, until the door creaked open. Black-haired Bolar stood on the other side, looking up at him with eyes that were half-closed and no less smug than they had been the night before. Not that there was much involved with looking up; the other orc had the expression of clear superiority and confidence, and there was nothing that Aruk could match there.

"Decided already?"

"I need to be used."

"I told ya before. Ya had three free sessions. Ya already used those, boy."

"I know," he said, nodding a few times. "I know, I know I did, but I need this so badly. I need...I need to cum."

"I can make ya cum, but that's the last you're getting...and when ya do, you're going to need to make that decision. Think ya can make that decision today, boy?"

"Yes! Just...just help me..."

He was gritting his teeth at that point, his tusks painfully grinding against the roof of his mouth and the edge of his lip. He needed this more than he had ever needed anything in his life, and he wasn't going to be able to leave until it was done.

Bolar chuckled, opening the door the rest of the way. Aruk stepped through without a second though, huffing already, his cock throbbing harder than ever and threatening to rip right through the front of his shorts. He reached for the zipper, only for Bolar to grab him, shaking his head.

"Not here, boy."

"Where?"

"The balcony."

"You have a balcony?"

"Yep. Come on, boy."

He followed the smaller orc, huffing as he did. He felt like the smaller of the pair of them, despite being bigger, and probably stronger. Height and muscles didn't matter in front of someone with this force of personality. In front of them, he was nothing. He was less than nothing. He was a cocksleeve, and that was all that his subby little brain wanted right at that moment.

What pride he had as an orc was slowly dying off, slipping into oblivion as his lust took him further and further from where he had been. He wanted to stay free, for now, but the urge to submit himself to this orc, to be that man's pet, to be...to be used, and rutted, and fucked, and filled every damn day was so tempting.

Need...need to stay...free...

Free for one-night stands with other men that would never compare? Free to do things that would never quite feel the same as what Bolar made him do? To get off on his own rather than to have every orgasm mean something amazing?

Orc pride and orc libido were fighting with each other, and his cock throbbed harder, swimming in its own fuck-slime at that point. His ass felt wet and messy with all the slick that was coming from his hole, too, and the plug felt almost too small in him at this point, something that he never expected. He was a panting mess, something that didn't know how to think anymore, just something that wanted to cum and cum and cum.

He was gritting his teeth still as Bolar led him to the balcony, opening the sliding door and gesturing out. Aruk stepped outside, realized that he was looking down at a courtyard between the different arms of the apartment building. Here, he could be away from the streets, but all the neighbors could see him if they turned their attention to this specific balcony.

And it was with that realization that he felt his shorts being unbuttoned, the zipper coming down. He groaned under his breath, looking over his shoulder, and he saw Bolar smirking.

"What's the matter, boy? Ya said ya wanted an audience."

"Mmmph...didn't...didn't think..."

"Didn't think I'd do it, did ya?"

"Nnnngh...no..."

His shorts hit the floor, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, and they were strained to their limits and no mistake. The front was soaked with his pre-cum, the fabric almost see-through at this point, and the back was almost as bad. Bolar rubbed a finger up and down his tent, making it worse and better at the same time, and he shivered as his cock jumped and danced to the other orc's touch.

"Yeah, ya got it bad, don't ya?"

"Mmph...you made me...like this..."

"Ya always liked this, boy. I just gave ya what ya didn't want to ask for."

And that was the truth. Something that he had never thought about, something that he had never imagined. And yet, there was no part of him that could admit it.

Even as he tried to argue, thick fingers pushed into the back of his underwear, rubbing against his ass and then against the plug. The little push that followed was enough to make him lean forward, making him rest against the edge of the balcony, groaning and panting and gasping for breath. His asshole clenched around the plug again, squelching loudly as some more of his slick came free.

"Yeah, ya got a fuckhole now, don't ya?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"Ya know what a fuckhole needs?"

"To get fucked."

"Ya wanna get fucked, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Nah. Ya want to get fucked?"

"Yes, Sir!" he shouted.

"That's better."

RIIIIP!

His underwear was ripped apart, and it fell on top of his shorts, worn and useless and impossible to be worn again. He shivered as his big fat cock flopped out over the railing, hanging out in perfect view for anyone that might look their way. His cock, his throbbing, dripping fuck-stick was completely exposed, and that made him harder, veinier, the ring standing out all the more against his shaft.

Bolar was already working on the plug, working it in, then pulling it back. In, out, in, out, the thick part at the base forcing the dark-green orc to huff and puff as he felt it sliding around inside of him, making him stretch to take it, and then push back to get it to slide out again. He moaned every time that he felt it shifting inside of him, making him think of how good it felt, how much he needed something more alive, more real.

Pulling back again, the tip angled against his prostate, and he moaned, feeling almost like he was pissing pre-cum over the edge of the railing, a whimper that was most unbecoming of an orc escaping his lips.

"Boy likes that, huh?"

"Mmmph...boy likes that...a lot," he moaned.

"Ya need that all the time, don't ya?"

"I need it...please...more...I need your cock. I need your cock inside me!"

"Ya want it that bad, boy?"

"Yes! I need it! I need it right -"

POP!

And just like that, the plug came out, and when it did, he just slumped forward, panting and huffing at the sudden emptiness that followed. It felt wrong. It felt so fucking wrong to not have something in there, to not have that filling feeling, even as insufficient as it had been. He needed something to replace it, and he needed it now. His hips started swaying, swinging back and forth in what he imagined was an enticing display.

"Please...please, Sir..."

"Say it, boy."

"Nnngh..."

"Say what ya want."

"Please, Sir, fuck me...use me...fuck me until I cum. I need to cum. I need to cum!"

It was the limits of his speech right then, his eyes rolling back as he felt his balls dangling between his legs like anvils, pulling down at his cock and making it throb and surge with more and more pre-cum. He felt like some sort of well-lubed club slut with all the slick coming from his ass, old cum from the night before sliding out with it. He could feel Bolar's seed running down his thighs, pooling under his feet as it hit the ground.

He needed more. He needed more than a plug, than the slime.

And he finally got it as the smaller orc leaned in closer, sliding that fat cock between his ass cheeks. It was almost as big as his, but it was smoother, hotter. He moaned as the head found his hole, and then gasped as it popped in. Not so loud as before, not with such violence, but with the ease of a cock sliding into its proper home.

A slide, a squelch, and then it was in, the heated thing pulsing gently against his prostate, almost throbbing and twitching of its own accord. Pre-cum flowed deep, and thick fingers reached up around his chest, gripping his pecs and pulling at them, cupping them like a bitch's chest and then finding his nipples. A little squeeze, a little rub, just enough to keep his cock dripping and wet.

"Feel that, boy?"

"Mmmph...Yes...yes, Sir."

"You'd have this all the time if ya called me one little word."

"Mmmph..."

"Ya gonna do that?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Well, boy...let's see how long ya last..."

The fuck was not gentle, not in the slightest, but from the first thrust, he could feel that Bolar was taking his time. The other orc was sliding forward just in that perfect, gliding way, something that pushed down and slid across his prostate in the most teasing, rubbing, grinding way. It was deliberately meant to make him shiver from head to toe, to make him feel like he was on the verge of cumming with every moment of contact, and then slide back to make it so that it wasn't going to happen. He groaned, his ass cheeks clenching hard, but his well-fucked hole was no match for the controlling power the other orc had over him.

More than that, the cock ring kept feeling tighter and tighter. It was never painful, but it was always there, always squeezing around his cock, always keeping that orgasm right at the edge of actually happening. He felt like he was almost losing his ability to cum, that he'd need so much stimulation to ever get off that he'd never cum on his own again once the ring came off. It felt like he...like he...

There were no words for the thoughts he was having, no real way to explain how he felt. All he knew was that the world was turning upside-down, and that he was along for the ride whether he wanted to be or not. All he could do was keep moaning, thrusting back against that cock, feeling it hammering into him. Powerful hips slammed into his ass cheeks, pushing him forward, grinding his cock against the metal railing, cool steel starting to turn warm from his body-heat.

Were there people watching? His vision was so hazy, so strange, that he didn't really know. All he knew was that they might be, and if they were, they were getting a hell of a show. The big orc was getting fucked, rutted, filled from behind, and he was loving it. His cock was helpless, throbbing away like some drippy dildo for the pleasure of the masterful orc behind him. And -

"Ah!"

He gasped as Bolar reached around, gripping his cock. He held it upwards, then slapped the head against the railing a couple of times. Never hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to make him feel it, to make it clang softly.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...Sir..."

"Gotta ring the bell for an audience, boy. Let 'em look at this monster. Let 'em see that it doesn't mean anything when I'm the one calling the shots."

That only pushed him further down the road of need and desperation. He moaned, arching his back, almost going up on his tiptoes from the next thrust as it pushed him forward. Expose his cock. Show the other orc's dominance. Let everyone see what he was becoming.

Now he was humping between cock and hand, hand and cock. Everything felt good, felt like it was more than he could take. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling a different pleasure, each time feeling that overwhelming need getting stronger and stronger.

Until then, Aruk had managed to keep himself mostly quiet, but the need to show off, the need to do what the Sir told him, was more than he could handle. He bucked forward, groaning louder, huffing like some sort of prize stud that was getting to fuck a bitch. Yet, he was the one getting fucked, and he loved it, his prostate spasming under the beating that it was getting, lightning shocks of pleasure running up and down his spine. His balls swung forward, nudging against the steel under the railing, yet that wasn't painful. It was just a caress, a reminder that they were going to get to cum soon.

Forward, back, forward, back, beating the power of the other orc into him, slamming him down, beating away that shame and embarrassment until there was only pleasure left. Every time he slammed back, the urge to hold back was beaten down that little bit more. Every time that he felt that cock filling him, he was reminded, again, that it felt so good to be under someone like Bolar.

No, it felt this good to be under Bolar. There wasn't anyone else in the world that would be able to give him something like this.

Forward, back, forward, back, fucking into those clenching fingers, soaking them with his pre-cum, making them wetter than any lubricated hole. His own hole clenched and squelched and left Bolar's cock wet and dripping, and he could feel the slime running down his legs, behind his knees, along his thighs, over his calves. It went everywhere, marking him as the bitch that he was becoming.

"Nnnnngh...mmmph...."

"Can't talk anymore, can ya?"

"Nnngh..."

"Need it so bad, so much..."

"Mmmph..."

"Ya gonna cum, boy? Ya wanna blow your load?"

"Mmmph! Mmm-hmm!" he grunted with a frantic nod.

"Well..."

The fingers that he'd been humping moved down to the ring at the base of his cock. They somehow managed to turn it, pulling at it, making it something of the play as well. He groaned, trying to hump through it as Bolar dragged it up and down his cock. The steel ring felt like it was something stroking him, too, teasing him right to the edge, and then denying him, and then teasing him with the possibility of cumming by going towards the head again. Every time it came close, he thought he was going to blow his load, but then Bolar would drag it down again.

The same was happening at his back end, feeling that stiff rod rubbing along his prostate, popping his hole open and closed again, forcing him wide and then leaving him trying to close. Never gaping, never properly, but god it felt like it was so close to it. He was going to cum, and soon, but it was so good waiting, now. He almost didn't want to, just to keep this pleasure going. Almost.

Almost.

That pleasure. That need. It was a fire in him, and he was losing his mind to it. Forward, back, forward, back, fucking the ring now rather than just a hand. Fucking his ass on that cock rather than being fucked by it. The sheen of sweat was bright on him, and it made his dark-green skin shine like a gem.

"NNNNNNGH!"

He couldn't even speak to beg anymore. He was all but mindless, all but lost to it. The fire of need had consumed all but the basest instincts, to hump, to be humped, to cum. He needed to blow his load, and he wasn't sure what was stopping him anymore. The ring gave him such pleasure, something that he could not compare to anything else in his experience. Forward, back, forward, back. Was he losing himself to the ring? To the cock? To the addiction of this level of stimulation?

Did he even know what that meant anymore?

Aruk felt the ring sliding further, further up his rod, moving towards the tip. He almost screamed as it reached the spot just under the head, feeling it pushing down on the flaring edges of his cock. He screamed, the orc desperate for the end, knowing that the ring was the key, somehow -

Then the ring popped off, and a simple, growling voice in his ear gave him the command that he needed so badly.

"Cum."

And just like that, he did. He roared with the pleasure that came rippling through him, his cock all but exploding with the amount of pent-up cum that the aphrodisiacs and everything else had filled him with. He thrust over the balcony railing, almost squishing his balls against the metal below, but the pressure almost seemed to push more seed from him.

And as he sprayed the ground below, he felt that thick cock in his ass pounding away, milking his prostate with every thrust, every throb, every little nudge. He kept pushing back to meet it when he could, even as he forgot why, or who it was attached to. His hole clenched down again, squeezing to that shaft, and it almost felt like he was molding himself to it, becoming shaped to its pleasure, giving it what it wanted and giving himself what he needed. That cock, that perfect cock.

He was sliding down, fading slowly, and he felt someone hug him from behind. Big arms around his waist kept him from slumping forward, and Aruk gradually collapsed, falling into the darkness of oblivion as something spurted into his ass.

He woke up on a couch, and he felt...better. Still not himself, but better. His cock was no longer hard, but it still drooled pre-cum over his thigh. He was laying in a puddle of something slimy - his slick, he imagined - and he groaned as it clung to his ass in slimy strings as he rolled onto his side.

As he looked around the room, he realized that he was still in Bolar's apartment. The cock ring from earlier sat on the side table by the couch, and he blushed as he almost felt the urge to put it back on, to feel it on his cock once more. He put the idea out of his head as fast as he could, but the mental image remained.

Before he could get up, the other orc walked around the corner. He had just left the shower from the way that his hair and beard dripped, and he had a towel around his shoulders. Otherwise, he was completely naked.

Bolar chuckled.

"Well, you're finally awake, boy."

"...Did you..."

"I fucked that cum right outta ya, boy. And now, ya gotta make that decision."

"..."

"Ya gonna stick around, or are ya gonna leave?"

His cheeks burned. He had hoped that blowing that load would break him of his addiction, but the need was only growing stronger. Even from where he sat on the couch, he could see just how thick that other cock was, and wanted to feel it down his throat again. He wanted to feel it pounding away at his ass, wanted his orgasms pulled out of him with the force that he had just felt on the balcony.

He wanted...

He wanted to be something different. He wanted to forget all that embarrassment, to stop having to look for people that would assume he was a dom all the time and have to convince them that he wasn't. He wanted to just be who he was, and he wanted to do it with someone that would treat him the way he needed.

Or maybe that was just the excuses that his brain was coming up with to make him feel okay about reaching out for the permanent thing. Because at this point, there was no way that he could hold back. Dignity, pride, and all the other things that orcs were supposed to have were dead to him as soon as Bolar had walked back into the room.

"...Master."

It was one simple word, something that he had never imagined that he would say to anyone when he had first heard of the way that others used it. He had always been a free orc, someone that had gone around and done what he needed to do. Submitted to others, yes, allowed them to use his body, yes, but he had always gone from one person to another, never letting himself be tied down as a proper, collared submissive.

Bolar had changed that.

Bolar had broken him to that.

The other orc chuckled, a little smirk growing on his face, and Aruk blushed, looking down and away. He shouldn't have given in that easily, but...he couldn't help it, could he? Not anymore. He had lost everything that he had held, and now, all he had left were his addictions, his needs.

As Bolar walked around to one of the other rooms, Aruk sat up completely. His cock didn't want to rise, not yet, but his balls churned between his legs, still sagging against the couch cushions under their own weight. The slimy slick that covered his ass cheeks was spreading, getting on the cushions more and more, and sliding between his ass cheeks to coat his hole more than ever. He felt like a bitch in heat.

Maybe he was, for that matter. Maybe that was what the drugs had done to him.

Bolar came back with a collar in hand, thick and heavy, leather and spiked. He looked at it, and then back at the orc that had broken him.

"Do...do I..."

"Ya wanna be mine, boy? Ya gotta wear it."

He nodded, taking it in hand as he looked down at the band. The minute that he put it on, he would belong to someone else, be completely under their command. Bolar would be able to tell him what to do, and he'd have to do it. Even if it was humiliating, he'd need to do it. The other men at the construction site would see and wonder, and he would have to let them know what was going on, eventually.

Yet, despite all of that, despite what he had been trying to do to dissuade himself from putting it on, it only made the collar that much more appealing. More of an audience, more of a chance for teasing and a bit of humiliation. More of a chance to get off to the feeling of being an owned orc.

He growled under his breath, bringing the band to his neck and wrapping it around his throat. It was time, he realized. Time to be a submissive orc and be what he had always pretended that he wasn't. It was time to stop running.

As he pulled the band around his neck, clicking the straps and pulling the D-ring at the front forward, Bolar nodded at him.

"Good boy," the lighter-skinned orc said.

He blushed at the compliment, and his cock started rising. Bolar reached down, patting it lightly.

"This'll learn to obey, too, soon enough. Boy, I don't know what took ya so long to realize what ya needed, but from now on, you'll get it. That much, I promise ya."

Before he knew what was happening, Aruk found himself shoved backwards, his legs held apart by one hand and one knee. The fingers that had been brushing his cock moved further down, finding his slick hole and just shoving in.

"Ah!"

The moan that escaped his lips was louder than he meant, far louder than he intended, and he gritted his teeth as they pumped him hard and fast. The digits found his prostate almost immediately, ramming against it. There was no teasing this time, only a deep, hard series of thrusts that were meant to push him over the edge as fast as possible. His already slick hole started to get wetter, warmer, and soon it was dripping again, running with that strange, erotic slick from before

In, out, in, out, faster and faster, jackhammering in again and again. He curled his toes, his head rolling back against the couch. Was there something that he could have done against that intense stimulation? Maybe, but he couldn't think of how.

In fact, it was clear that he couldn't think at all. In, out, in, out Bolar's fingers went, forcing him up and back against the couch. His legs started moving on their own, pulling back, exposing his hole more and more as he was relentlessly finger-fucked right to the edge of orgasm, and then over.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

He roared as he came, shooting strings of white over his chest, but the pleasure didn't stop there. More followed, two fingers becoming three, then four. They hammered at his prostate, forcing him up again, the seed from the first orgasm barely having a chance to slow before another hit him.

As Aruk arched his back, his vision going spotty from the second orgasm in as many minutes, he expected Bolar to stop, but he didn't. That fist kept on slapping against his asshole, the thumb the only thing that was keeping the whole thing from going in right then and there. Hump, thrust, hump, thrust, his hips slamming back against it like a good bitch should, like a good orc-slut should.

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

"Go on, boy. Cum again. You know ya want to."

And he did, and so he went over the edge a third time. His cock ached, but it ached so good, so hot, so wonderfully. His eyes were rolled back, and he was all but blind, and that hand did - not - stop!

"Thank you, Master! Thank YOU!"

He screamed as he came again, and again, and again, each time feeling like his prostate was going to lose all sensitivity, like he was going to have something inside of him blown out from how many times he blew his load. Yet, the pleasure kept coming, blasting through him and leaving him hissing, shaking, panting, moaning.

Aruk wasn't sure how many times that he came and how quickly, but by the time those fingers finally pulled out of him, he felt like he had been fucked by an entire train of orcs, each and every one of them using him as hard as possible and dragging him over that finish line with a grin on their faces and his ass-slick on their cocks.

He gasped for breath, barely able to think, barely even able to see. Bolar leaned in, chuckling, rubbing his hand across the orc's dark-green skin, his thick red body hair. He smiled, rattling the collar.

"It's only going to get better and better from here."

Considering how good and how rough it had been so far, Aruk didn't know how much further Bolar was planning to go. Wherever they ended up, though, he knew that it was going to be amazing.

The End

Summary: Aruk goes back to Bolar and makes the final decision about whether to stay with the other orc or not.

Tags: M/M, breaking, orc, domination, domination/submission, dom/sub, handjob, anal, exhibitionism, big cock, aphrodisiacs, cock ring, edging, collar, series, cum, orgasm, slime, corruption, plug, butt plug, desperation,