Dexter's Double Down
#167 of Commissions
Commission for superduperdog
When Morrice goes missing, Dexter goes to Dazar'alor to find him only to come across a guild of trolls that run a temple dedicated to combat. Dexter decides to investigate where Morrice disappeared to, and finds something...unexpected.
"Dexter's Double-Down"
** It was a beautiful, sunny day in Stranglethorn; the small port town of Booty Bay smelling particularly less pungent than it did the last time Dexter had paid a visit. The large-built black-furred worgen having arrived in town only a few hours before, had anticipated the arrival of his mate, his husband Morrice from the land of Zandalar where he had gone on his latest priestly pilgrimage. He enjoyed wandering the streets of Booty Bay though more than the travel to exotic lands, and in particular the city of Dazar'alor sounded confusing and a maze from Morrice's often descriptive letters on the subject. Being that he'd been out on this pilgrimage, it had been more than six months since the pair had gotten the chance to get together again for Dex's "husbandly" duties. His cock was already aching for a sweet release inside his mate. While the pair often had fun with others, Dexter wanted to bury himself so deep into Morrice that he could re-arrange his innards and then flood them with his seed. A feeling he'd been looking forward to for some time now.**
** Dexter checked the times on the boat arrivals several times, and getting the name of the boat Morrice was supposed to be on he was more than excited when he spotted it on the horizon. His heartbeat only sped up as the boat came closer, and closer. And as the "Morning Glory" finally made its dock, Dexter seated himself beside the extended gang plank to watch the passengers disembark. To his dismay however, Morrice was not part of the crowded ship to leave before the orc manning the gang plank began to retract it.**
** "Wait! One moment!" Dexter shouted, causing the orc to nearly drop the board.**
** "What? What is it, mongrel?"**
** Dexter growled, incensed by the remark. "Listen, you dull-eyed twat. My mate was supposed to be on this ship, yet he did not get off with the rest of the passengers. Have you seen him?"**
** "Your mate?" The orc hummed aloud for a moment before answering with a simple. "Nope. No worgens here."**
** "I-it's 'Worgen' that is the plural. Not "Worgens" but that's beside the point..."**
** "The point is I did not see any wor--GEN." The orc replied snarkily. "Now if you'll excuse me."**
** "Are you bound back for Zul'Dazar?"**
** The orc sighed loudly and looked at the rogue. "Yes. We make this trip twice daily, once here and once back--" He grunted as Dexter tossed him a small pouch of coins.**
** "Fine then, take me to Zul'Dazar."**
** The orc hummed as he tossed the coins idly in his fingers. "Miss this mate of yours, do you?"**
** "It isn't like him to be late, nor to miss the boat back home. So I suppose I'll need to get back to him. Now won't I?" He hopped the gap onto the boat's deck. "Now let's be off, shall we?"**
** The ship was small, but passable. Many fewer passengers had entered the boat than had disembarked from it upon their docking at Booty Bay, giving Dexter a lot of room to stretch his legs. The swaying of the ocean could barely be felt and under the moonless three night voyage that followed, the horizon could not be seen at night either. The slow, gentle swaying of the waves crashing upon the boat's outer hull only bode fortune in the way of travel as they sailed the sea, traveling south toward the islands of the most-newly discovered continent on Azeroth. The world always seemed larger, and lately, it only seemed to grow. For Dexter, Morrice and the rest of their cursed race, the world was still pretty new and open to exploration, but as the dawn of the third day met the landscape of Dazar'alor, Dexter began to feel a sense of dread wash over him. He had asked many passengers on the boat if they had seen a white worgen priest traveling to the continent but many were unsure as it was their first trip to this forgotten world; the rogue, however, couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. And shortly after leaving the boat that had brought him here, he knew for a fact that he was being followed by some hulking mass of Zandalari Troll; his pale blue skin contrasting the black leather and gold buckles of his barely-fitting armor. It didn't help him blend in, in fact it helped Dexter pick him out of each crowd they had entered, until the worgen entered a dead end alleyway.**
** Dexter sat in wait for his pursuer; surely he seemed thick enough to follow a rogue into a blind alley. Sure enough, the beastial troll eventually made his way down the alley, looking cautiously from side to side as he entered. As if trying to pick out his attacker before the ambush. Dex readied his weapon and took stock of the man approaching. He was large, his hair like a cascade of dreadlocks waterfalling down over his shoulders, almost as far down as his nipples. He realized then that it was the hair that the worgen would get ahold of to pin him down. As the troll grew closer, Dex clutched his blades tight and suddenly hurled himself from the shadows, grabbing the troll and twisting his claws into the man's dreadlocks, yanking him down hard. He didn't expect however that the troll would reach up and grab him in return and throw the beast to the ground first, pinning him hard and fast under his massive triple-fingered hand.**
** "YOU! I been watchin' you since you arrived Worgen. You don' belong in Zandalar. Whatcha doin' here?"**
** Dexter struggled to break free, but found himself hopelessly outmatched in his position. Instead, he played it off like he was simply...allowing the troll to hold him down. "I am looking for someone; a Worgen priest who was here on a pilgrimage."**
** "A worgen priest?" The man guffawed loudly, clutching at his stomach with his free hand and laughing so hard that it looked like it pained him. "Mon, you got de wrong city. We don' let outsiders come in, specially not some dog scum like ya'self."**
** "He's not like me. HE can actually hold his temper. He's a priest, you get it? White fur, calm demeanor. Ass that don't quit, that sort of thing--I am looking for him, he's been missing for some time now apparently."**
** "Hmmph." The troll scoffed. "Soun's like you need ta hold onto him den." He grinned.**
** "What do you know?" He grabbed at the troll's collar, but just as he grabbed him, he threw down a pellet and a gaseous explosion of smoke exploded between them.**
** "Ya wanna know Adjuma's secret? Den ya gotta find him, mon." His voice faded with a chuckle and Dexter was blinking the smoke from his eyes.**
** "FFFFFFFUCK!" Dexter shouted loudly enough to earn the ired glances of several trolls. "Sorry..." He replied a bit more humbled.**
** As the day moved on, Dexter found himself going from shop to shop to try and get some more information on Adjuma and Morrice, but found little about either one of them. That was, until he made his way to the foot of a seemingly sky-high temple with no less than five hundred steps leading up to its mouth. He was about to skip this area when he noticed a sign, and a symbol on the sign matched a tattoo or a burn he'd spotted on Adjuma's neck when they were close. Peering at it he stopped a passerby; a female troll, who slapped his hand away.**
** "Whatcha want?" She asked with an air of irritation in her voice.**
** "This place. What is it?"**
** "De temple?" She pointed to the stairs. "I'm not sure what it is specifically; females aren't allowed inside. All I gather is its some sort of place the men go to ...receive their rites or... someti'n like that."**
** "Does a man named Adjuma go there?"**
** "Dat sorry snake in a troll skin? Yeah he be one of the masters of de temple. Dat man gives trolls a bad name. If you be seekin' him, you can't be much for good news ya'self."**
** "Thanks. I'm trying to find someone who went missing and he's my only lead."**
** "Ah. Well good luck, my fuzzy friend." She said as she walked off, hardly glancing over her shoulder as Dexter made his way back toward the temple.**
** It took nearly thirty minutes for the rogue to scale the massive staircase leading up to the temple's entrance, by the time he reached it, he was exhausted and sweating through his fur. He didn't even have time to react as a pair of large, muscular trolls hoisted him to his feet suddenly.**
** "Ah you be a friend of Adjuma's, ya?" One of the guards asked.**
** "Well, I wouldn't say friends, exactly." Dexter panted, trying to catch his breath.**
** Before he could continue his explanation though, both males hooked their arms underneath Dexter's pits and hoisted him into the air. "Oy! I'm perfectly capable of walking! Where the fuck you boys taking me?!"**
** He was carried through the door and led down a long corridor; the deeper he went into the temple the more the smell of musk, sweat and---oil got. It was almost to the point that he was choking on the fumes by the time they made a turn into a room, hued in blue and no larger than the size of a store room, and he was dropped back to his feet. He looked up to see Adjuma standing in front of him, his sheer girth taking up most of the room as he stared at the worgen. He snorted and the two guards left the room, leaving Dex with Adjuma and two others that were coating his massive body with several oils. He wasn't familiar with their traditions, but from their behavior, it appeared they were anointing the oil that they slathered across his incredible body. He was erect, or at least party erect and the male trolls were handling him with a strange reverence.**
** "So, ya finally made it here. It took you hours ta track me down."**
** "You're the only one who seems to be in the know on these things; so tell me, have you seen my mate?"**
** Adjuma looked at the back of his hand, examining his fingernails as he took a minute to answer. "I may perhaps have an answer to dat, mon." He said. "But firs' you gotta do somet'in for me."**
** "And what's that?"**
** "Dis here temple is where our young, impressionable warriors come to gain strength. They fight in de ring, they gain reputation, admiration an' respect from their peers. If an outsider could...perhaps show dem Azeroth's true strength, I could be willing to tell ya what I know if ya stand up to me out dere..."**
** "You mean to fight you? Naked? In front of a crowd of jeering trolls?"**
** Adjuma snickered. "Less ya be afraid."**
** "I'm not afraid of anything." Dexter said as he stepped up and stood as close to face-to-face with the troll. "Bring it on."**
** "Huff! Great!" He grunted as he flexed his arms, unfurling almost unheard of muscles that Dex didn't expect from a troll. "My men'll prepare you for it den. I'll see ya out there." He started walking toward the door. "Oh." He added as he reached. "An I see you got a bit'a muscle under dat fur, mon. Don't disappoint ol Adjuma. Ya?" He smirked as he walked out of the room.**
** After the troll left, the other two smaller ones got to work using their dextrous digits to rub oils into Dexter's fur. As soon as it began to seep through to his skin, he could feel it start to tingle oddly. They removed his shirt first and began to oil down his torso, his chest glistening as only wet fur could. He could inhale deeply and exhale, and it felt as though he was breathing in mint. He closed his eyes and his toes curled at their touch. It was very sensual as they poured their attention over his biceps, his pectorals and his abdomen. They moved in sync as well, where one's hands ended, the other's began. They took up a small golden spouted can and slowly doused Dexter's black fur in the oily partially translucent liquid that drained down over his body, dripping onto his waist and over his pants. Both males were spending an abundant time on his arms, each enjoying the biceps as he flexed them for their entertainment, and somewhere along the line, he felt the cinch loosen around his waist as someone removed his belt and dragged his pants down until they dropped to the floor. As they helped him step out of his trousers, their hands rubbed down his waist; one of the trolls minding his backside, sending the oil in a slithering slick down his crack as he pressed his palms against Dexter's butt and began to kneed it in, going lower and lower, massaging every inch of his manhood as well, as his flesh began to writhe and involuntarily swell at their touch. A warmth radiated through his body now, it felt strange, almost unnatural. "Some...interesting oils you boys use."**
** Neither of them spoke, but acknowledged the worgen's words with nods and further doses of the slick fluid.**
** After several more minutes the pair had already finished and were pushing Dexter toward the corridor he'd come through. They turned him to the left and up another smaller corridor until he found himself on a circular panel of flooring when they released him. As he moved to the center of it, there was a soft jolt and the round room began to slide upward; an elevator, Dex had surmised before realizing that he was unarmed, unarmored and the sounds of roaring cheers getting closer told him he was heading for the ring. As he reached the top of the shaft, a dome-like shell peeled back around him, and he found himself standing suddenly in a massive ring. The elevator stopped and a loud clicking noise locked the pad into shape. The floor was covered with what looked like an oily residue and as he stepped off the elevator surface, he felt his feet slip in it. This stuff was darker, and a little thicker than the oil he'd been bathed with, but before he could get a good look at it, he heard an uproar of cheering and looked up to see Adjuma step onto the platform in all his naked glory, a massive part of it swinging down in between his legs as he stood and glared intimidatingly at the worgen.**
** "Bout time ya showed up. Like I said below, I hope dem muscles ain't just for show."**
** Dexter growled, and pumped his fists together, momentarily flexing his body for the troll. "I'll show you they aren't." He said. "You're going to tell me where my mate is, or so help me I'll beat it out of you..."**
** Adjuma was a head taller than Dexter, and probably almost double his width. The gleam in his eye respecting the warrior's appearance as he glanced over the naked Worgen's body and stepped out into the ring as well. Dexter winced; he could feel something was going on, his body felt tingly and warm, and his gaze along the troll's body turned more lecherous than he expected. He wanted Adjuma to fuck him; the expectation getting him a little hard, but he fought back the feeling. "You pin me to de ground an' I'll tell ya what I know 'bout your little boyfrien'." He said. "But I gotta be honest. I ain't lost a match in close to twenty years--"**
** "Well." Dexter said confidently as he crouched low. "There's a first time for everything."**
** A lavish-sounding gong suddenly echoed through the room, and Dexter saw Adjuma roar and start running toward him, Dexter did the same. He tried to gain traction, but the oil covering the ring's floor made it difficult and he found himself leaning down and grappling the floor with his hand to gain extra speed. Both men collided hard at about the center point and the sheer force of Adjuma's larger body caused them to go flying back the way Dex had charged from. As they hit the ground, Dexter felt the immediate grab of the troll's arms snaking their way around his legs; twisting, and trying to lock his limbs into place. With the oil and the extra help of a fluffy layer of fur, Dex managed to wriggle himself free enough to slide down between Adjuma's legs. He resisted giving into the temptation to wrap his mouth around the troll's meaty cock as he tangled his legs up and under Adjuma's arms, flipping him backwards in a rather impressive throw to his shoulders. Adjuma was momentarily caught in a peculiar angle, trapped partly upright as his back arched over his opponent, Dexter's furry legs finding a place to tighten around the troll's neck and pin him to the soft floor. Adjuma shrugged his arms, and the mass split the worgen's legs apart, loosening his hold and the pair rolled away from one another, facing each other again. Dexter charged first this time, then Adjuma. The pair striking shoulder-to-shoulder and Adjuma reached his arm down and grabbed the rogue by the waist, he hoisted Dexter up into the air and then threw him down again, hard to the floor and driving his mane of hair through the greasy oil they were battling in. Dexter recovered and managed to sweep the troll's legs out from under him. Adjuma fell and Dexter threw himself on top, grunting as their muscular torsos ran along one another in a vigorous rolling match around the ring.**
** Dexter was panting loudly by this point, unsure exactly how to grab the troll without feeling the unnatural ping of arousal he'd been feeling. Sure he was gay, and sure he thought Adjuma was hot, but he was not the type of person to--**
** As he was trying to think, Adjuma wrapped a leg around Dexter's head and pinned it under his large bluish colored ass as the troll sat on him without mecy; he flung Dexter's legs up over his head and did his best to pin the worgen down. But Dexter didn't want to give up, he kept one shoulder up, despite the troll's larger ass holding him down. He grunted and struggled to breathe, trying to push Adjuma's ass out of his face, but his skin was so slick and so hard to grapple on to, he soon gave up and realized that he'd need to find another way out of this mess.**
** "Mmm come on little worgen, ya gotta enjoy the show down dere right? Why don'cha give up and let ol' Adjuma fuck the ever-livin' daylights out of ya?"**
** Dexter huffed as he felt the heavy weight of the troll's balls on his face, his cock had grown thick and rigid and he was having trouble concentrating on anything but sex. "Y-yes--no...fuck what the hell is wrong with me?" He grunted as he tried to kick Adjuma off of him, but found it hard due to the slickness of his torso, his feet just slid right off the man's skin. He could feel Adjuma's thick troll cock bouncing off his chest. "Get...OFF!" He grunted heavily as he finally managed to make the troll slide forward and roll off his body, all the slipperiness of the moment kept Dexter from regaining his footing as the troll, far more used to how the oil felt got up and laughed haughtily, strutting around the panting worgen.**
** "Looks like ya body betrays ya, mon." He said with a snarky confidence, looking Dexter over, his finger sliding along the shaft of his flesh. "Ain'tcha feelin' that tingle coverin' your body? These oils ain't anointed for no reasons, ya know?"**
** Of course; Dexter was feeling practically paralyzed with lust by this point. He watched Adjuma strut around him and his body ached for him. Precum was dripping from his cock and drizzling down to his fuzz he watched as Adjuma growled and reached down, lifting the worgen into the air and throwing him back to the oil to watch him slide across the floor and as he came to a stop, the troll was on top of him again, pulling a leg up and pinning his shoulders down. There was no countdown, Dexter could feel the troll's sausage-thick fingers probing his ass, pushing deep into it without much caution; there was no need, the oil provided enough slickness as it was and Dexter let out a howl of submission. He wanted to be fucked, he needed that cock inside him badly and his body begged him for it. As he felt that finger press in, then a second one, Dexter's body shook violently. He needed to get away, he just wanted to punch Adjuma across his face, but as the troll leaned over him, his hands instead crawled all over the muscled flesh presenting itself to him.**
** "Mmmm..." The troll moaned softly as his face drooped close over Dexter's ear. "I knew ya muscle was just fo' sure. Another horny dog ready for a good fuckin'. Just like de white one I fucked las' week." He growled and pulled Dexter's body toward him, the cool piercing at the tip of his cock grazing the worgen's ass hole. "Guess I be havin' dis one too..." He grinned. "Ya gonna beg for it, jus' like him...ain't ya mon?"**
** "White... one?" The realization of what Adjuma said flashed through Dexter's mind, even with his legs being pulled up onto the troll's body, the rogue couldn't help but picture his mate's fine white ass being used by this troll...by any of these trolls. "Y-you fucked...my Morrice?" He said aloud, his voice growing in anger as the jeering of the crowds around them began to get louder and louder. "YOU!" He then gave Adjuma a solid kick to his chest, making him grunt and slide back. "FUCKED MY MATE?!"**
** Dexter had a fury that suddenly began to rage from his chest as he leaped to his feet and grabbed Adjuma by his tusks and then flung him hard over his shoulder, slamming the troll hard into the ground. He wasn't sure exactly what the fire was burning in his chest by this point, Dexter was raging so hard now that his heart and the blood screaming through his ears had gotten louder than the crowds around them. He wanted Adjuma, sure. But this time, he wanted to fuck him so hard that he'd know who he was dealing with. "Oh? What's this? Ya got some spine to show no--?" His voice was cut off as the worgen man snarled and grabbed the larger man by the neck.**
** "I think it's about time you learned who not to fuck with." Dexter replied in a moment of calm before throwing the troll face down onto the floor.**
** In an instant, Dexter was on top of Adjuma and his cock slipped over his ass. Adjuma's legs were slid apart by the worgen, giving him no real traction to get back up again and with a crude spit to his palm, Dexter plowed his thick manhood into him. Adjuma screamed out in shock as the worgen thrust into him, with enough force to drive his cock into the floor, and then Dexter flipped the man over onto his back, pinning his shoulders back as he rose and thrust downward into him, lifting the troll's legs so high that it was almost ONLY his shoulders that touched the floor. A stream of precum was pouring out of the troll's thick, aching cock and it dripped into his mouth, causing him to sputter and try to change positions, but Dexter wouldn't let him move. Another thrust down, this one giving a popping sound effect as it dove in deep and hard. Dexter's eyes rolled back and he moaned, his body was still aching for a release and Adjuma was about to get it. He held the man in the same position now for a good three or five minutes as he closed his eyes. He imagined the troll's massive muscular body fucking his mate, probably multiple times as he dominated him. He pressed his hand down onto the troll's stomach now, feeling the soft bulge of his cock writing around within. Until finally--**
** "NNNHHHH! AHHH!" Adjuma burst first, cascades of white washing down over his body like a paint stripe, drenching his face and his stomach and his chest with it in the most masculine display of the worgen's dominance. Dexter built up a growl as well, getting closer and closer to his own climax.**
** "FUCK!" He barked out loudly as he began to cum as well, deep and hard into the troll. He slammed down and rested his body on top of Adjuma's ass until he had unloaded every last drop, and finally it was just the two of them, their bodies pressed together in almost an eternal wolf knotting. "Now! Where the fuck is Morrice?"**
** "P-Please, no more!" The troll whimpered. "Fuck! Jus' just gimme a second."**
** "You don't have a second. I'm ready for round two unless you tell me where he is!"**
** "Okay! Okay! He be down on de third level below us, in the gladiator quarters but--he's..."**
** Dexter didn't even wait for the troll to finish his sentence. He slid easily from Adjuma's ass and let the man fall to the floor. Amidst the cheering of the crowd, Dexter walked over to the elevator, and nodded to the operator at the back of the room with three fingers held up. The man understood the hint and activated the lift, sending Dexter downward. Before vanishing from sight however, he did manage to give the crowd a pleasing bow before the cap re-sealed itself once again.**
** "Mmmmm fuck....yeah!"**
** Dexter could hear Morrice's voice as he reached the third level and stepped off the platform. As the elevator began its climb back up toward the ring, he could see a line of men nearby, all mostly naked and talking amongst themselves. As his gaze scanned the crowd toward the center, he could see a familiar white backside crouched in front of three or four of the men as his hands and mouth worked from cock to cock in an enthusiastic manner. As Dexter approached, he glanced up to see him. "Dex! How wonderful to see you here!"**
** Dexter looked at the men, who seemed somewhat unnerved at his arrival. "Morrice, what are you doing here? You'd missed the boat back."**
** Dragging his tongue up one cock, Morrice stood up. "Okay, boys. Gonna have to give me five here, okay?" He smirked as he walked over and gave Dexter a wet kiss. "Fuck it's good to see you." He said with a laugh.**
** "Give you five? What are you in showbusiness now?" Dexter answered with a smirk. "You know I had to fight a big troll just to find you."**
** "Are you talking about Adjuma? Yeah. He's kind of a handful ain't he?"**
** "Morrice."**
** "Okay, Okay. I'm sorry I missed the boat last week. But come on. This many enthusiastic trolls? Someone's got to keep 'em in line right? Did you meet Adjuma? How'd you guys get along?"**
** Dexter smirked. "Oh, we became fast friends."**
** "Really?" Morrice pondered. "Well, I'd definitely like to get in on all that then. I mean we've already missed the boat back to the Eastern Kingdoms, so we've got time."**
** "Mmm we'll have to see about that." He said as he pulled Morrice into his naked body, their thick rods bouncing against each other like swords, each surprising the other. "For right now, that workout upstairs has got me all worked up, and I'd like to spend some of that energy fucking you into next week."**
** "Mmm I'd like that..."**
** "And then...once we get some rest, maybe you can give me a tour of this place and I'll re-introduce you to Adjuma."**
** "Oh I'd like another lesson. Thank you."**
** Morrice smiled at Dexter, who returned the grin and the two kissed once again. In a single sweeping motion, Dexter hoisted Morrice up into his arm and carried him off toward another adjacent room.**
THE END