Chapter Six #4
Andre’s mind broke. The plug grew, and his insides rearranged themselves to accommodate it. To accommodate Farigoth. He’d never wanted anything more, longed for Farigoth to take possession of him and claim his hole in hard and fast punches.
It went on and on, Andre moaning and squirming, Farigoth stroking every last erogenous zone.
Gael brought freshly pressed fruit juice, which Farigoth fed him. Andre drank greedily. The sweet liquid re-energized him, allowing him to go past the point of exhaustion.
Farigoth sped up the plug, Andre writhing, the constant thump, thump, thump of the toy keeping him a hairbreadth from release. Without the rings holding him hostage, he would’ve come a dozen times or more.
Farigoth squeezed his pecs, and lust flared in Andre’s balls.
Had the plug not been so enormous, his wanton hole would’ve gripped it in keen need, but his insides were stretched too much, his muscles unable to clench.
And yet, the overwhelming need to come rose in his depths, the sheer force of it threatening to take him over the edge.
The vicious rings choked his desire.
“I c-can’t take this… m-much longer,” Andre panted, sweat rolling onto his temple and soaking into his hair.
“The night is not over. The sun has not risen. You must endure until it kisses the horizon. Then you will come.”
Andre gritted his teeth against another onslaught of mind-breaking pleasure. His heart hammered, every muscle going taut as he barreled toward a climax he’d again be denied.
“P-Please…,” Andre whined.
His eyes never leaving Andre’s, Farigoth touched the toy. Despite knowing better, Andre hoped he’d make it stop and replace that tantalizing attack with the sweet relief of orgasm.
Farigoth did not. The toy surged, pistoning into him at an impossible speed. Every delicious smack into his gland made him see stars. He screamed at the unbearable ecstasy.
The plug grew, forcing his walls apart, preparing him for his chief. The pressure on his prostate was almost enough to make him come. The plug struck him with unwavering precision, hitting him just right, that punishing rhythm never letting up.
It robbed Andre of clear thought. Nothing existed but the toy ravaging his hole and Farigoth, his scent in Andre’s nose, his warm hands on his body, petting and kneading his shaking form.
The need to climax gripped his cock, his balls, his hole.
“Please…”
Andre bit his bottom lip, desperately trying to contain the surge of desire. He had no chance. Lust crashed into him like a tidal wave, and he reared up, pressing into Farigoth’s strong hands. The orc pushed him down, controlling him.
Andre’s erection jolted in the air, spitting drops of precum. His balls, swollen and heavy, palpitated, Andre’s heartbeat reverberating through them.
“I need to come…”
The rings constricted mercilessly, trying to stave off his release.
Andre’s lust boiled regardless. He was so overstimulated, so well fucked and overfull that the toy’s magic had reached its limits. It wouldn’t be able to restrain the climax rushing onto him.
“F-Fuck,” Andre whined. Goosebumps flashed across his skin. His nipples hardened. The nerve endings in his abused hole buzzed. His prostate, beyond sensitive, registered every thump and bump with blinding intensity. “I’m going to… going to… co—”
“Don’t you dare,” Farigoth snarled, tusks glinting. He cupped Andre’s cock and balls. “Your release belongs to me. Don’t you dare to come without me inside you.”
The next thump had Andre crying out.
He thrashed in his chains.
“I want to… I want to obey,” he whimpered, keening as the plug ravished him. His orgasm was rising in his loins. “I… I can’t hold it in.”
Andre pressed his knees together, trying to regain control. Farigoth wasn’t having it. He pried Andre’s legs apart, keeping his wildly jerking cock on full display.
“Hold your climax,” Farigoth growled.
Andre tensed his insides, though with the massive toy taking him apart, it was difficult. His legs shook with the effort.
A cascade of depraved sounds poured free as he fought the orgasm threatening to overtake him. His inner walls twitched; his cock drooled a river of precum.
He was so close, but obedience was more important than his pleasure, and so Andre hung on, groaning as the plug pounded him, keeping him suspended on the edge.
He was feverish. Gasps and broken pleas tore out of him; ecstatic tears streamed down his face. He was in heaven, and he was in hell, his loins throbbing around the unforgiving plug.
“You’ve almost made it,” Farigoth cooed, running his hands up and down Andre’s front.
He kneaded his pecs, Andre pressing into the touch, groaning when Farigoth thumbed a nipple.
“The sun is about to rise.” He placed a hand on Andre’s abdomen, where the relentless plundering of the now gigantic plug was making his stomach rise and fall.
“S-So close,” Andre mumbled, trembling as he tried to rein in his looming climax. He would not come before he was allowed to. He was Farigoth’s, and serving his mate well was all he wanted.
Lust wrapped around his balls. His cock had turned a desperate shade of purple. Wetness seeped from his tip in a steady stream, his bulbous crown helplessly pulsating.
A strange tension gripped Andre’s hole. He went tauter and tauter, the plug sensitizing him with each thrust. The rings’ cruel hold firmed, but as release rushed onto him, Andre knew, no matter how hard he tried to hold it in, that he was seconds from orgasming without permission.
A noise from further up the ranks distracted him momentarily, and the fringes of his consciousness registered an orc entering the hall. His voice echoed through the chamber. “The sun has risen.”
Andre sagged with relief.
Farigoth brought the toy to a stop. “Good human. You’ve done so well. I’m proud of you.” He clasped the strip of material connecting the plug to the rings and pulled. With an obscenely loud slurping noise, it slid out of Andre’s gaping hole.
He caught a glimpse of the slick, dark green phallus, startling at its size.
He wouldn’t have been able to enclose it with two hands.
And Farigoth was supposed to be larger than that?
Andre had bitten off more than he could chew.
The enormous plug had to be the limit. He couldn’t possibly withstand something bigger.
He trembled as Farigoth shrank the plug until it vanished, becoming one with the rings trapping his cock and balls.
Farigoth trailed a lazy finger around the loops, brushing Andre’s swollen privates. “I like those rings.” He pulled the material a quarter inch from Andre’s cock, only to let it snap back into place. Andre cried out in pleasured pain.
“They will stay on for our mating. You look spectacularly engorged.”
Deprived of all stimulation, Andre’s hole throbbed. He was devastatingly empty, every fiber of his being begging to be filled.
With a BOOM, the drums set back in.
One firm tug, and Farigoth’s leather loincloth came undone. He tossed it aside. And Andre nearly choked.
Farigoth had not lied when he’d said he was larger than the plug. His cock was a monstrosity. Even on Farigoth’s huge frame, it looked gargantuan.
Andre swallowed. How was his small body supposed to embrace that behemoth of a cock? The toy had stretched him. It had not prepared him for this.
He was going to come the second Farigoth was inside him.
Precum oozed from Farigoth’s tip. He took his erect log in both hands and stroked himself, foreskin dragging over the bulging head, copious amounts of the clear, viscous liquid pouring out of his slit.
A dark, seductive scent spread. Farigoth slicked himself, Andre’s eyes widening at the snake-like veins pulsing under his grip.
Farigoth’s balls hung full and round. The sheer amounts of cum that had to be stored in them…
Andre’s legs fell open. He didn’t know how he could take Farigoth, but he had to have him inside.
He was going to come on that orgasm-inducing colossus if it was the last thing he ever did.
There could be no greater joy than to fall apart on Farigoth’s thickness and be gifted with gushes of his seed.
Farigoth positioned himself at his entrance. His slick glans brushed Andre’s opening, making him whimper. He would’ve pushed out, but after hours of getting pounded by the plug, he had lost control over his anal muscles and could only keen as Farigoth exerted pressure.
“Take my cock,” Farigoth ground out, and Andre obeyed.
His tight ring loosened, allowing itself to be stretched further than Andre had thought possible.
Farigoth’s crown pushed inside, drooling precum. The glans alone was so big it pressed into Andre’s prostate, smearing the oversensitive bundle of nerves with hot fluid.
Andre convulsed. His rim wrapped around Farigoth’s ridge, squeezing it.
If he wanted to climax, all he had to do was relax his inner muscles.
But Farigoth deserved more than that. For him, Andre was going to hold on and deny himself until Farigoth was balls-deep inside and derived maximum pleasure from Andre’s coming hole.
He yearned to please and honor his chief and would delay his own gratification.
It didn’t matter he’d been tantalized all night.
He was Farigoth’s property, and he would submit to him, worship him.
That was his sole purpose, and he’d proudly be the receptacle of his mate’s lust.
He moaned when Farigoth sank deeper, parting his insides. Another contraction crashed into Andre, and hanging on became difficult. Farigoth’s girth was beyond Andre’s most outrageous fantasies. The rings constricted forcefully, keeping his release at bay.
Inch by inch, Andre surrendered, his tightness yielding to its new master. Farigoth conquered him, claiming his stretched hole in increments.
Delirious with the joy of being stuffed to the fullest extent, Andre sighed, a smile on his lips. “I love your cock.”