Swak - Chapter 2
Life
The shadow of the tree Swak was sleeping under shifted over time to expose the gnoll's face to the direct sunlight. "Grrrrrfffff" he muttered and slow woke up, turning away from the harsh sun and slowly shifting up into a sitting position. He'd been napping through the hot parts of the day and traveling in the evening and at night in an effort to conserve water. Now the sun had begun to make its decent and it was time for him to get up and move again.
It had been nearly a week since his tribe rejected him, a hard week with little to eat. He was still able to cover alot of ground while he knew he was strong, but the days with little more than a berry here and there were starting to take their tole on him. What water he found he drank as much as he could of, unable to take any with him since he was ejected without anything more than just his knife. Swak knew he had to find the Vrolik tribe soon as his mother had told him. He would not last another week out here alone.
When he was a young gnoll he had heard rumors of the Vrolik spoken around the campfire. They were horribly savage and carried no females with them. Their social structure was not that of the traditional tribe, and this was difficult for others to understand. Fearful stories of their brutality and traditions were told to scare little gnolls into behaving. If they only knew the truth.
He had heard the Vroliks lived somewhere to the south but had no specific direction. The further he traveled the more desolate the land grew. Few dared to travel this far into the wasteland and the bones of those who tried and failed lay littered around like odd shaped sun bleached rocks. "I wouldn't even make a decent pile of bones" Swak thought to himself, pulling his knees in against his chest dejectedly. He sat there for a few minutes daydreaming of times he hadn't been so alone, happier times when he had been been close to his elders after a feast, nestled in against them as they rested meat-drunk.
The twilight lingered for hours in this land and made for good traveling. Swak might have been weak but his spirit was strong, so he carried on walking across the waste as one last effort to save his hide. In the mornings he managed to lick up some morning dew but he wasn't urinating anymore. Nights turned to days, and to nights again, but still he had seen no one, no one in this land. Halfway into the second week of his journey, he settled in against an old dead tree, a strange sight in this barren land but it was a reminder that water was once plentiful here, and maybe will be again.
Hallucinations had been bubbling up all day and had hindered his progress, mirages of his tribe walking across the plains to find him but only walking through him without noticing like he or they were ghosts. He had not picked this place by the tree to rest, he picked it to die. He'd failed everyone including himself, and now the land was to take back the energy it had so graciously given him. Swak didn't even feel mad about it. Faced with his death for the second time, he rested his head back and let out a sigh. Tears trickled down his face from the last moisture reserves in his body as his mind slipped in and out of consciousness. Through bleary eyes the sunset looked like a stirred up mud puddle of purples and reds, half hallucination and half truth. It was then he saw the shadows come, but in this state all that registered was some sort of deity had come to collect his soul.
Grof stood next to Maer watching the wandering animal at some distance, curious to see a stranger in their territory. Even from a distance it was plain to their sharp eyes that the intruder was weak, but they kept their distance until the stranger had collapsed against the old tree. In silence the pair moved in, wary of disease this thing might carry. Once closer they could see the stranger was gnollish, and near death. The scrawny beast carried nothing more but a knife on his belt, no water and no food. Presently Swak opened his eyes in half consciousness and saw the two figures inspecting him. "Neem ek Vrolik" he managed to mutter, making the two nomads look at each other surprised to hear their ancient tongue.
After a moment's thought Maer knelt down by Swak and pushed the opening of his waterskin to the dying gnoll's mouth. "Drink" he said, wetting Swak's lips and then pouring a little inside. The gnoll obeyed half out of reflex, found the water in his muzzle and drank it down. A moment passed and he was able to open his eyes again, seeing Maer pour another portion of water into his muzzle. Swak drank it down and could feel it bring new life to his body, even that small amount the stranger had shared.
Grof stood back from the two with his arms folded, irritated at how easily Maer had shared his water. So what if this stranger was dying... it was not uncommon that they found creatures in the waste that had gotten lost, foolishly following mirages or looking for water in traditional ways. Notches marked up and down Grof's axe for each one of these creatures he'd sped along to the afterlife. He was a broad shouldered warrior type, thick with muscle and strong legs. His companion Maer was lithe and carried an extremely sharp dagger, designed for assassination during night raids. The two of them made a formidable team.
They sat with Swak there in the dark for nearly an hour before the gnoll was able to stand up again, his life returned by just a few mouthfuls of water. "Thank you" he said to Maer, still too afraid to lock eyes with Grof, who was still looking menacing. "You're stupid to have come here, and you owe me water" Maer responded, and it suddenly occurred to Swak that he wasn't joking. "I was sent away by my mother, for being... useless" he said, flush with shame. Grof scoffed and nudged Maer with his footpaw, which nearly toppled the thinner gnoll. "A useless gnoll comes to us." he said "No meat and a pathetic pelt at that. No wonder he was sent away!" and spit on Swak's face. Maer offered no consolation besides "Life is earned. You've failed to do that in your tribe...", pausing to lean down and sniff between Swak's legs and the scent of his brother's spunk that remained "but you can earn your worth in ways other than hunting". Only then did he see Grof smile, the gnoll's teeth yellow and disgusting. "Yes... let him earn his way to our tribe, starting now".
Swak did not understand what the big gnoll was talking about and scooted back against the tree, still sitting but now curling his tail up between his legs. A hearty growl erupted from Grof's throat as he straddled Swak's legs and spread his own a bit so the beast's crotch was hovering right in front of Swak's nose. Amidst the distraction, Maer retrieved the weak gnoll's knife in a flash of movement, looking it over while his partner grew erect. "Now... clean me" Grof instructed, making slight thrusting motions with his hips to stab his member against Swak's muzzle. "Clean?" he thought.. "OOOoohh!" he exclaimed as it registered to him, still a little slow from being dehydrated for so long. As he had done with elders in the past, he began to nuzzle at Grof's member, sniffing it respectfully. "Oh gods!" he slurred out, taken aback by how filthy the warrior gnoll's foreskin was. A sharp growl from above silenced him.
Grof's member was girthy and greasy with layered on musk that comes with not washing in months. His scent was intoxicating. So masculine and powerful... it put Swak in a submissive daze. After nuzzling Grof's sagging foreskin for a moment he parted his lips and snaked his tongue into it. Swak's pink tongue disappeared inside that fleshy hood, meeting sharp flavors of built up, old urine, and what he could only guess was the flavor of Maer's ass. He'd found them alright, the Vrolik.
Distracted by sucking and tonguing Grof's member, Swak didn't notice Maer moving around to his side. What he did notice was the hot splash of urine that washed down over his muzzle and face. He choked as he inhaled some of it, managing a muffled "MmMMMfff!!!" in protest. The sound only seemed to excite Grof, who started to fuck Swak's muzzle fully now, making the poor gnoll's head smack back against the tree before he managed to hold it steady. The assassin grinned as he watched his large friend fuck this bitch's muzzle, draining his bladder over his contorted face. "That's twice the water you owe me" Maer jeered, just as Grof hilted himself in Swak's muzzle and unloaded a heafty load of spunk down his throat. The runt sputtered and gagged as Grof filled his belly with cum, pushing feebly at the beast's hips. Nothing was going to interrupt his climax until he was done. When he pulled out, Swak gasped and choked, the musk from Grof's bushy crotchfur staining his muzzle as much as Maer's urine. "If he survives initiation... he will be a good bitch. If he doesn't... his hide will adorn our cave."
"Cave?" Swak thought... no wonder the Vrolik were so rarely spotted. Looking up at his captors, his saviors, he licked the remaining spunk off of his muzzle and stated "I will wear your mark". The two other gnolls looked at each other and cackled, Maer responding "That and more", and grabbed Swak by the arm to yank him to his feet. When he was upright, it became frightfully obvious that his member stood erect. The two saw this and laughed again. Grof put his arm around the embarrassed gnoll and pulled him in against his side, grinning at him with those nasty teeth. Swak could smell the strong musk wafting from Grof's armpit in this position... it reeked of delicious masculinity. "You are eager to serve us... I expect nothing less from an omega."
The three started off towards their tribe's home, two leading and one following. Swak could not move as quickly as the other two healthy gnolls, and it seemed to annoy them that they had to wait for him to catch up from time to time. Already he felt like he was letting them down. Grof's load felt heavy in his stomach at first but eventually gave him strength once he started to digest it. After nearly two weeks of hardly anything to eat, it was a welcome meal. He would be indebted to this pair forever.
Their destination rose out of the wasteland as they approached it. Piles of rocks decorated with skulls and bones of various species served as a guide for the last few hundred meters. The rock formation that hid the entrance to the Vrolik's den was barely distinguishable from the rest of the geology of the area, a strange mixture of secrecy and invitation. Perhaps they could just disburse the markers if they needed. All these thoughts tried to distract Swak from his pending ordeal. Again he faced a tribunal where one outcome was his demise, and the other he was beginning to find more favorable.
Maer let out a series of yipping barks when they entered the den's passage, a long winding tunnel carved into the rock with primitive tools. Echos of Maer's announcement were voiced back to the three from others within the darkness. It took a few minutes for Swak's eyes to adjust to the dim light of oil lamps, but when they did the reflection of 15 pairs of eyes met his own. A sudden pang of fear struck through him; they would all have to test him. The smell in the main chamber was thick enough to taste, male on male on male and all the scents associated with what they were. His escorts left him and blended in with the others, proclaiming "He gives himself to us".
With those words the room exploded with a flurry of movement and sound, gnolls leaping off their perches on the rocks above him, yips, howls, and cackles echoing off the rock walls. Amongst the rabble were shouts of "Prove it!" "I don't believe you, whelp!" Swak shrieked and stumbled backwards away from the flood of bodies, instantly getting covered in biting muzzles and grabby hands. They groped and pinched him, leaving no part of his body unexplored. He let out another fear filled whine as they drug him to the center of the chamber, where a small pile of hides was being assembled. It would seem this is not the first time the group had done this. Somewhere along the way his bladder gave out and left a small streak of urine where they had first jumped him. He couldn't focus on just one voice, there were so many cackling around him.
One thing that was undeniable was the scent of arousal growing in the room. Not much air flowed through this place and the smell of sweaty gnollish bodies colored the air with their musk. The crowd held him on his back with gnolls holding his arms and legs spread wide. He was helpless. What he could only guess was the leader of this rabble stepped forward from the crowd "Who has brought this mangy whelp to us... he will make no meal for our tribe." Maer spoke up "We found him in the waste, he offers his services to us in trade for water and for life". Baas, the leader, turned his grey muzzle down to Swak "Is this true? You wish to join us and serve our needs?" Not feeling like he had much of a choice, Phio nodded. Baas snarled loudly and kicked the restrained gnoll in the side, making him whine "SPEAK UP LAD. We're men in this place. Every man has a voice.". The runt winced his eyes shut and growled out as fiercely as he could manage " I will serve and fight and follow you!". Baas grinned at Swak and nodded his head "Then you will be our omega if you survive... Maer, mark him as such."
The crowd split as Maer made his way between Swak's legs, salivating visibly. The other gnolls looked on, panting, some sporting erections. From what Swak could see, they all had long, intact foreskins much like his own. Maer drew his knife and waved it delicately in front of the poor runt, for effect. The lithe beast reached down and tugged Swak's foreskin taught, painfully so, and brought his knife in to make a slice just under the glans. A pained scream filled the room shortly thereafter, echoed by laughter from the group "THERE is his voice.. hehhehaha!" one jeered. Maer cut carefully with that sharp knife, circling Swak's cockhead with the edge as blood poured down his shaft. The pain and confusion was intense. This was how they marked him as their bitch? Removing his foreskin removed his breeding status from this strange tribe.
With a final motion Maer made the last cut and Swak's fleshy cover came sliding off, leaving his cockhead bare, hypersensitive, and bloody. Swak was sweating and cold, but he could see his torturer open up and drop his flesh into his maw. As if that wasn't enough, he turned his gaze back down and growled "You owe me water". Swak could do nothing but shiver and whine, overcome with pain as Maer moved down between his legs, licking at the smaller gnoll's bleeding member. Others in the crowd began to stroke themselves as Maer bobbed his muzzle on Swak's freshly circumsized member, drinking down the blood that poured from cut flesh. A burning blend of pain and pleasure boiled from his loins, going hard one moment and soft the next depending which sensation was greater.
As if by cue, the others in the crowd closed in, again tugging him and scratching, forcing their way to his body. He felt two shafts jam against his muzzle, stabbing blindly for his lips but only succeeding in smearing their stinking precum and foreskin's filth over his muzzle. Another large gnollhood found its mark and stuffed its way into his muzzle, making him gag and bite down a little. The owner snarled and smacked Swak hard on the head, a kindness in comparison to what he's done to others that bit his member. This bitch needed training. Maer slipped his muzzle from Swak's shaft just long enough to move out of the way of Baas, who took position between the poor gnoll's legs. He had top priority on this bitch's tailhole, and was quick to take it. Just as he felt the warm, rather comforting sensation of Maer's muzzle around his sore member again, Baas slammed his maleness under Swak's balls and tore open what they would all soon call their own. His shriek was muffled by the cock fucking his muzzle but he dared not bite down again. It felt worse than when he brother took him, Baas was so much bigger.
Burning pain seared his tailhole and guts as his new leader took him, punching his bowels with a fearsome pupmaker. Again his consciousness seemed to slip from the flood of sensations that wracked his body. He could feel the others thrust against his footpaws and hands, making him jerk them off in any way he could. Snarling, Baas grabbed him by the ankles and yanked his legs up, thrusting full hilt into the small gnoll until his balls slapped the underside of Swak's tail. If his view wasn't obscured by the ballsack of the gnoll who was fucking his muzzle, maybe he could see his belly bulging upwards with the shape of his master's cock. In one brutal thrust Baas hilted himself in his new bitch and unloaded wave after wave of hot gnollspunk into Swak, flooding his bowels with seed. Only when he didn't feel Baas's shaft pulse in him anymore did he feel it withdraw. "Who else will lay claim to this runt!?" The leader bellowed, followed by other eager participants responding "I will!". Swak could feel the spunk oozing out of his torn pucker, streaked with red that leaked from the wounds of brutal breeding. At some point Maer succeeded in gaining a mouthful of Swak's spunk as it was fucked out of him by his tribe mates, partially repaying the debt he owed the gnoll. Maer would request his services often in the times ahead under the same pretense.
Caught off guard, Swak choked and coughed as the gnoll fucking his muzzle came unexpectedly, making him gurgle most of it out of his nose before managing to swallow the rest of it. Others laughed as they took turns fucking their new plaything in one end or the other, using the previous beast's spunk as lube. Swak's belly began to swell with the loads they bred into him, filling his bowels and belly with slimy hot cum. As time passed the number of paws and cocks prodding him grew fewer, replaced by hot streams of piss that burned in his wounds and soaked into his fur. What light fur he had was stained dingy yellow, and oh gods did it stink. Each member took turns relieving themselves on Swak to mark him as their own, some aiming for his muzzle and nose to make him swallow it.
At long last the final one of them finished off inside him and wandered off to lay amongst the others, all sleeping now around Swak's well used body. He gurgled a cough and turned on his side, trying to clench his ruined pucker shut with limited success. It was almost too much to bear, but he managed to stay alive through this ordeal. He thought briefly about how his own tribe would have torn him apart and feasted upon him if he had not left, happy he did. His member had stopped bleeding but not before staining his crotch and balls red, the fur around his pucker a similar color from the abuse he suffered tonight. At the center of a large puddle he drifted off to sleep, fucked to exhaustion.
In the morning he heard a few of the gnolls stir and head off into another part of the den. Grof stepped up next to him and nudged him with his footpaw, which was soaked with various fluids from the night before. "You alive...?" he asked, pausing for a moment as he tried to remember the runt's name. Swak nodded and turned over onto his back in the cold puddle. "Yes sir" he said, fulfilling his position in his new tribe. Grof snickered and wiped his footpaw off on Swak's muzzle, which he licked and sucked at like an obedient little slut. "You will serve us well" the warrior added, holding his footpaw so Swak could slurp the mess off of it. "Very few have survived the initiation...". Grof put his footpaw back down into mixture of fluids Swak was laying in, and leaned down to help the smaller gnoll up. "What is your name, runt?" He asked, steadying Swak as he gained his balance and strength again. "Swak, sir". Grof let out a hearty laugh that woke up some of the other beasts, making them swear at him. "How fitting... you may keep that name"
In the next few days Swak spent much of his time learning the labyrinthine passages of the cave the Vorlik made their den, occasionally being stopped or called upon to lick clean a tribe members shafts... even after they just got finished mating with one of the others. He learned that they had a loose partnership amongst them all, Maer and Grof were a pair, Baas had all of them. They lived with great pleasure and took joy in the things they did, regardless of how brutal such seemed to an outsider, especially if the outsider was the one under their blade. Swak grew tough but would never rise above his status. The mark they made on him was permanent. He was to be bred as a female and often came just from the sensation of those big sexy beasts fucking him. Sometimes he thought of the insult his brother had yelled when he first left his old tribe; a dull knife. His brother knew only one strength, and therefore knew little.
DeeCoyote - 2013