Good Boy 4

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#4 of Good Boy

Within the mines, surrounded by rutting orcs, something changes. Will Zagu still want Bardulf? (Final chapter)


Stepping out of the carriage to join his sticky master, Bardulf's nose was assaulted by a heady combination of hundreds of orc odors. Like a thick cloud of smoke, their scent hazed from the mines' entrance, steaming the air. Instantly, he felt himself harden, his muzzle slipping open in a greedy pant as his nose took eager pulls of the drug-like atmosphere.

"Smells good, doesn't it, puppy?" Smiling knowingly, Zagu slipped an arm around his waist, his fingers playing with Bardul's sheath piercings as he walked the wolf toward the yawning mine entrance. "If it's too much, let me know. Don't want my precious pup to suffer." Seemingly unbothered by his nudity and the scent of other orcs cloying around him, Zagu stepped into the gloomy tunnel.

After a few moments to adjust his eyes to the torch-lit darkness, Bard looked around in wonder. He didn't know what he was expecting when Zagu mentioned the mines. Like the rest of orc society, it seemed to be a sexually charged paradise, brimming with testosterone and coated in a healthy layer of cum.

Unlike the camp, there was less fat padding throngs of orcs sweating away, though wobbling asses and pecs still dominated the scenery. Jiggling emerald butts dripped cum onto the stone below as they toiled away, coated in a dripping layer of sweat, but despite their manual labor, there was an air of relaxed companionship.

The orc's reason for happiness soon became apparent as Bardulf followed his master's purposeful gait. Connecting all of the branching tunnels, an annex filled with fur, scales, and writhing orc flesh sat. Whenever the miners seemed ready for a break, they'd toss aside their tools and wade into the sea of flesh, sitting on eager cocks and riding other species until they received their due, often painting their partner with a mosaic of orcish cream.

"Looks fun, huh?" Teasing Bardulf's cock as his eyes watched an energetic orc pounding a fox boy's groin into dust, his ass taking the vulpine's knot into decadent puffiness and adding to the symphony of wetness. "It's the easiest way to break through resistance and show everyone what good boys they can be. This place isn't what we're here to see, though. Most of your village ended up here, and I need to oversee their first experience. Too much resistance could hurt the poor things."

Wading through the crowd and batting away groping hands that threatened to draw Bardulf into amorous orcs, Zagu brought them to a smaller alcove covered by a beaded curtain. Stepping through, he waved his hand, indicating half a dozen wolves currently being secured to the ground by leather straps, with comfortable-looking pillows cradling their bodies. "I know this is probably a bit strange, but as the commanding officer, it's my job to give these poor boys the proper care. We can't let them into the general population until they receive their first taste. They might hurt themselves trying to escape."

"They're from my village?" Shyly stepping into the room, Bardulf searched faces for familiarity. A strange sense of pride filled him as he realized neither his father nor brother sat among the crowd. They must be Good Boys just like him! Hopefully, they had a master as extraordinary and caring as Zagu.

"Bard! Thank the heavens! You have to untie me. We can fight our way out!" Growling at the orc currently securing him to the floor, Tigrum, one of Bardulf's former warrior peers, thrashed against his bonds ineffectually, his balls flopping comically and his scarred grey fur shining with sweat. Desperation shined in his eyes, sending pity through Bardulf's gut. If he let himself go and accepted his place, he'd be so happy, like Bard.

Looking from the struggling wolf to Bardulf's pitying gaze, Zagu pulled the wolf close, rubbing his belly and cradling the back of his head against soft, pillowy pecs. "You want to help him? We can make him feel much more comfortable if you want." Kissing the wolf's cheek, he murmured in his ear, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh inside. "If you don't mind sharing me."

The sight of Zagu positioning himself over the struggling wolf's face sent a thrill through Bard. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to help, grabbing Tig's muzzle and holding it shut as Zagu lowered himself, his pretty, hairless emerald rump dripping with sweat. Flaring nostrils met the orc's pucker, and Bard couldn't help himself, leaning in to press soft kisses against wobbling cheeks, perking his ears as whimpering struggles slowed, then ceased, replaced by greedy huffs.

"That's it. Breathe it in." Perking an eyebrow at Bard's eager paws, Zagu licked his lips, spreading his legs further to press Tig's muzzle into his heavenly hole and swallow him between the swell of rounded cheeks. "You know, puppy, he isn't as good as you are." Sighing, he tried to press down into Tigrum's increasingly eager nuzzling, turning into sloppy licks as Bard's paws released the other wolf's jaw.

"H-He's not?" Feeling drool drip down his chin, Bardul barely resisted the urge to shove Tigrum out of the way and show him how to please his master. Leaning in, he huffed his master's scent, his muzzle inches from the eagerly lapping former warrior, and his greedy paws settled on the orc's rump. If Tigrum couldn't please his master, maybe he should take over. He'd have Zagu cumming in moments, with Bard's tongue buried to the root and his nose pressed between those heavenly cheeks.

"No, not at all. Not half as talented as you are." Tugging the greedy wolf from his ass before he could intervene in Tigrum's initiation, Zagu gathered a fistful of Bardulf's ass, mashing hard wolf cock against his hairless emerald package and grinding as wet, sloppy licks filled the air. "You may have ruined me for others. No one can compare to how deep and passionate your kiss is. My Good Boy." With a playful tone, the orc teased Bardulf's neck with his tusks, his tongue rolling over the sensitive fur.

Seduced by the orc's honeyed words, Bard melted against him, licking at the trail of dried cum marring Zagu's perfect, sweat-dripping skin and lapping between the orc's pecs. Taking hold of the orc's twitching cock, he stroked it slowly, his claws tracing slow circles over the massive balls beneath. "Sir's better than anyone else, too. You smell better than the sweetest flowers!"

"Aren't you a charming puppy? C'mere." Amid half-hearted, muffled protests from the wolf beneath him, the orc drew Bardulf into his arms, tilting his head to press his silky lips to Bard's and teasing the wolf's eager tongue with his own. Sloppy squirts of orcish arousal slickened their rolling bodies as he pressed his tip against the wolf's, thrusting against Bard's stroking fingers and claiming him with his scent.

Forgetting Tigrum's initiation completely, Bardulf dragged the orc from the other wolf's face, jabbing his cock into the sweet puffy glory of Zagu's ass until he found the entrance he was looking for and sliding home, aided by the other wolf's slobber. Floating on a cloud of pheromones and lust, he thrust wildly, bouncing the orc on his shaft and growling possessively. Oddly, there was something different about his master's scent. The sweetness was fading, but his masculinity remained, and there was still something distinct and alluring.

"Fuck, puppy. Aren't you eager?" Enjoying the sloppy thrust of Bardulf's cock for only a moment before he took firm hold of the wolf's tail and slipped himself free, Zagu turned over. With his ass in the air and his cock smearing across the drugged wolf beneath him, he clenched his loosened hole, wiggling his emerald cheeks. "I suppose showing your little friend what he could have if he behaves would be just as good as letting him finish inside me."

Eagerly mounting Zagu's rump, Bard buried himself to the root, too turned on to answer his master's words. Humping wildly and nuzzling into the orc's neck, he humped his pierced sheath against the puffed rim, eagerly opening up for him with every inch he drove into its molten silk. Balls slapping with every thrust, he basked in the warmth of Zagu's hole, panting like a feral wolf fucking a bitch in heat.

"That's it. Let it all out, puppy. You're such a Good Boy." Shoving back into each increasingly sloppy push, Zagu thrust his cock against Tigrum's face, his cockhead bathed in drippy licks. "Fuck, don't hold back. I want to feel that knot." Like an experienced whore, he milked the wolf's cock, his mane of onyx hair tossed to the side to show off his vulnerable neck.

Stuffing himself deep into welcoming depths without hesitation, his hips pumping at breakneck speed like a horny rabbit, Bardulf wrapped his arms around the orc's waist. With every thrust, a different feeling came over him, his sensitive nose losing the sweet melange of orcish scents in its entirety. Rather than the sweet honey-like scent he'd come to associate with his perfect master, there was something masculine, raw, and musky.

Burying himself to the root and popping his knot inside the orc's hole, Bard panted through his orgasm, his gaze following the curve of Zagu's neck and settling on a soft, muscled shoulder. Instincts called to him, and as he drained himself deep into his master's welcoming hole, he bit down, growling as the word 'MINE' echoed through his head.

"Gods, what are you-?" Trailing off into a heavy groan as Bardulf brutalized his hole, the orc thrashed under him, coating Tig's face in cannon blasts of thick cum. "That's- You're-" He tried to speak, but sharp teeth cut him off, trailing his words into a whimper and forcing his hole to clench as if his ass was begging for another round.

Suddenly aware of his teeth threatening to damage his master's perfect skin, Bard lapped at the marks on the orc's shoulder, tugging his swollen cock free from his depths and falling backward. For the first time in days, he felt like himself again, his brain untainted by the heavy influence of Zagu's Imprinting. Tilting his head, he looked around, watching his fellow wolves licking orcish flesh with increasing vigor.

"You okay, pup? That was fucking hot." Helping Bardulf to his feet, Zagu pulled him into a hug, squishing the confused wolf's muzzle between his pecs. Though still handsome, soft, and perfectly proportioned, the deity-like shine that surrounded him when Bardulf was still under his musky spell disappeared.

With growing curiosity, Bardulf realized that there was no magnetic pull remaining. He still wanted to pin the orc down and fuck him silly, but there was no floating, bubbly feeling to force his obedience, and the echoing "Good Boy" in the back of his head was silent, allowing him to think. He was free. Could he tell Zagu? Should he?

Gathering his courage, Bardulf took the orc's hand, peering around to make sure none of the other orcs could hear him. "Master, can we find somewhere to talk? Somewhere we can be alone?" Trying his best to maintain a facade of subservience, he lowered his gaze, watching the slow rise and fall of the orc's chest and licking his lips as the desire to bite juicy pecs and hear him moan for more nearly brought Bard's cock surging back to hardness.

"Of course, pup. Is something wrong?" Immediately sweeping Bardulf off his feet and carrying him through the tunnels, the doting orc brought them above ground, where their carriage awaited. "We'll be heading home shortly, I think. The rest of the wolves seem to be adjusting, and I haven't heard any complaints."

"Master- Zagu?" Taking a shuddering breath and looking away as the orc settled into his seat, idly fingering his well-filled hole. "What would you do if you didn't control me anymore?" He asked, unable to meet those honey-colored eyes. "Would I still be yours? Or would I have to leave?"

"I don't think you have to worry about that, puppy. You're the most well-behaved pup I've ever-" Trailing off, Zagu traced the indents of Bard's teeth in his shoulder with his fingertips. "Wait. You're serious, aren't you? You're not Imprinted?" Snatching the wolf from his seat, he inspected Bard's face, their mouths inches from each other and his strong hands gripping the wolf's arms.

"Please don't throw me away. Maybe you can try again. Maybe I can still be your puppy." Shuffling in place and unable to meet Zagu's eyes, the wolf clung to Zagu's grip, his claws digging into green skin. His chest felt tight as if he'd done something wrong, and he wondered if it was the right choice to tell his master. "I can pretend I'm still Imprinted. You can use me whenever you want. I'll even behave for your friends!"

"No." With a single word that dropped Bard's stomach to the floor, the orc pulled him in close, drawing him into his lap and sitting down. "Puppy. You have no idea what you've done." With a shuddering breath, he squashed Bardulf into a crushingly tight hug, his voice breaking. "You stayed. You're not drugged or coerced, and you stayed."

Confused, Bard let his arms slip around the orc's shoulders, his chest growing wet where the orc's face buried itself in his fur. He expected anger, and disdain, to be thrown away or given up. Instead, Zagu seemed overwhelmed and ecstatic, nuzzling Bard's fur in an uncharacteristically submissive way.

"Stay with me. Love me. I promise I'll treat you as my equal. I'll give you anything you could ever want, myself included." Voice low and husky with emotion, the orc eagerly kissed Bard's neck, his hands cradling the wolf as if he was the most precious, breakable object he'd ever felt. Chest heaving and fingers trembling, the orc seemed overwhelmed.

"You still want me?" Returning the happily sobbing orc's affections, Bardulf pulled back, wiping away Zagu's tears. Yelping in surprise, he fell backward into his seat, followed by the clingy orc's bulk. "I thought- Isn't Imprinting how orcs show their love? Everyone seems so happy at camp."

"It's not real love. I was stupid enough to think it was, but it's not." On his knees, happily kissing Bard's stomach and unintentionally cradling the wolf's sheath between his pecs, Zagu stared up at him with his eyes swimming and a wide smile. "You're not the first to throw off Imprinting. I thought he loved me, but he left. He ran away in the night without a goodbye and left me alone. But you- Heavens, you stayed! For me!"

Burying his face in Bard's sheath and rewarding him for his loyalty with an insistent tongue and a litany of kisses, the orc drew his cock from his sheath, smearing his face through the slow drip of arousal as if marking himself with Bard's scent. Before long, his head bobbed slowly, his face buried between the wolf's thighs and his vulnerable gaze staring into the wolf's eyes as if begging Bard to enjoy his body.

With his cock buried between eager lips and his tail wagging eagerly, Bardulf couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be. With no hurry to finish and no intense drugged pheromones working him into a frenzy, he placed his paws on either side of the orc's head, slowing his efforts and taking a deep, shuddering breath, settling into his first moments as Zagu's equal. Maybe he wasn't a Good Boy any longer, but he was sure he could be happy.