Chapter Ten #5
Farigoth grunted. If Resh was going to mount his lover, then he would too.
With a flick of his fingers, he turned off the vibrations, Andre dropping a string of high-pitched noises as the aftershocks of his climax rolled through him.
Farigoth pulled at the plug, easing it out of Andre inch by inch. By inch. And inch.
George audibly gulped when the full length came free with a wet pop. “How in the world did that fit inside you?”
Farigoth shrank the plug away, leaving but the rings.
“I like it big,” Andre said. He swallowed. “Very big.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Farigoth flipped him over, manhandling him onto hands and knees. Andre made a small, pleased sound.
George grinned. “Oh, there’s something else you like.”
“What’s that?”
“Being thrown around like a doll.”
Andre felt his cheeks pink.
“I am strong, and he is very small,” Farigoth said matter-of-factly. “Mates like it when an orc demonstrates his power.”
George groaned as Resh gripped the chain and pushed into him. His face contorted in that exquisite mix of pleasure and pain when a big cock invaded a space a little too small for it. “Fuck! Yes!” he ground out, grunting when Resh forced himself deeper.
“So perfectly snug,” Resh praised. With a final thrust, he seated himself in George. “Such a precious little hole you have there. And it’s all mine.”
“All yours.”
“I’ll make you come so good.”
George purred. His gaze sought Andre, who knelt opposite him, nothing but a few feet of air separating them. They’d have a good view of each other as their masters fucked them. “You want to see me come?”
“I… I…” Andre stuttered. Behind him, the slapping sounds of Farigoth slicking up rang out.
“Then again, you already have, haven’t you?” George winked.
“What does that mean?” Farigoth growled. He gripped Andre’s hips.
“Oh, that’s quite a funny story,” Resh said.
As he recounted their escape from Castlehill, Farigoth’s fat, slick glans knocked against Andre’s rim, demanding entry.
Andre bore down, an inhuman sound breaking out of him as Farigoth’s massive girth pushed inside.
“Your pet here tried to act all proper and not look, but he couldn’t help himself.
The thrill of getting caught gave George a powerful orgasm.
He’s been talking about being watched as I use and abuse him ever since.
Needless to say, he begged me to come here for the talks. ”
A sense of kinship expanded in Andre. George was like him.
Andre hadn’t thought about that. George loved getting stuffed and being watched, not a hint of shame on his face.
If Andre was like this, and George too, there had to be more men like them in Vale.
Perhaps his preferences weren’t so unusual.
“Did you like seeing me come?” George asked, his voice low.
Andre moaned when Farigoth fed him another inch, his enormous cock pressing past his prostate. The confession broke out of him. “I did.”
“Good. You’re about to see a lot more. And in better lighting too.”
Andre’s next thought was annihilated by Farigoth shoving into him. He cried out at that monster cock bottoming out. Panting through the initial discomfort he adjusted, molding himself around his master.
“Now,” Resh said, “where were we before we got distracted?”
“You must find more men and send them to us.” Farigoth withdrew to the tip, then rushed back inside, pushing the air from Andre’s lungs as he conquered him in one powerful stroke.
Andre grunted through gritted teeth. George’s eyes gleamed as he watched him struggle to accommodate Farigoth in the narrow confines of his hole.
The plug, even at its largest size, failed to adequately prepare him for Farigoth’s gargantuan club.
“We have sent you men. We’re not in breach of the treaty.” Resh rapidly fucked George, causing him to rock back and forth on the pelts. “You, however, with your troops back across the river, are.”
“We are not invading.”
“And yet you’re here. Lucky for you, James is willing to work with you. He hasn’t asked the king to void the treaty.”
“We. Need. Men.” Farigoth snarled, thrusting mercilessly. He slapped Andre’s thigh.
Andre narrowed, squeezing Farigoth with all the strength of his small body. He came with a shout, breaking out into convulsions, worshiping Farigoth, shooting cum.
Farigoth’s cock swelled, squishing against Andre’s prostate. Andre moaned, his climax intensifying, and then Farigoth was roaring, flooding him with hot cum.
Andre’s high-pitched cry had Resh smirking, the imp watching with rapt attention as he squirmed and bucked, his eager hole absorbing Farigoth’s release.
“F-Fuck…” Andre whimpered weakly.
“Oh my, you’ve made him swear. Never thought I’d see that.”
“My mate has very intense orgasms.”
“It seems that way.” Resh sank a hand into George’s hair, gripping it. “You know, we’d have an easier time finding men if your people hadn’t raided village after village. How some of your kind obtained their mates is… questionable.”
“How you obtained me is questionable,” George ground out between moans, hungrily pushing back on Resh’s dick. If Resh had heard, he didn’t react, happily pumping into him.
“Every orc who’s defiled a man has been punished,” Farigoth growled.
“That doesn’t change the fact that we’re having trouble finding volunteers.”
Resh drilled into George, fucking him harder and faster. George’s eyes went glassy and unseeing as Resh rode him toward the edge. His head dropped forward, his hair slipping from Resh’s fingers.
He was about to orgasm. Farigoth must’ve seen it too and pummeled Andre with his battering ram. If Resh made his mate come, Farigoth wasn’t going to be outdone.
Andre keened, Farigoth beating him toward his next high. He sped up. Andre didn’t know what hit him. He screamed his lust, bucking in Farigoth’s firm grip. There was no getting away from the punishing attack that’d take him to paradise.
“Look at him,” Resh said, tugging at the chain to force George up. “Doesn’t he look beautiful being taken by that giant?”
“He does.”
“I want you to come when he does. I want you to show that orc that he isn’t the only one with a gorgeous man at his beck and call.”
“Yes.”
Resh’s voice was a whip. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
George preened.
Resh’s pace was relentless. He plundered George, causing his mouth to hang open and sweat to bead on his brow.
Farigoth took it slower, but his sheer size made up for it tenfold. His mere presence exerted inescapable pressure on Andre’s prostate.
“S-So good… so f-full,” Andre mumbled, dumb with lust.
George stared at him, and when Farigoth’s slap struck his thigh, Andre went cross-eyed.
Filthy sounds poured from his lips, and he obeyed his chief, coming on his cock like the good little slut he was.
He trembled as his balls drew close to his body and shuddered, defeating the vicious rings holding him captive.
His cock lurched and spit long ropes of cum into the space between him and George, some hitting as far as the other bed.
“Ah!” Andre gasped, his hole breaking into murderous convulsions, praising Farigoth with each orgasmic squeeze-and-release.
George drank in the sight, jaw slack, eyes wide, as he, too, tumbled over the edge.
He grunted as the first spurt shot from his twitching tip.
He shook with ecstasy and the force of Resh’s thrusts.
The imp hammered him through his orgasm, not even letting up when George threatened to break down, instead gripping the chain tighter, reducing him to a whimpering mess.
Farigoth snarled, and he spouted into Andre’s coming hole. Hot orc seed gushed into him, filling him up. His inner walls undulated, and Andre wailed in bliss, his channel absorbing every drop of that precious, potent fluid.
His arms and legs shook when he came down from his orgasm. He collapsed onto his elbows. Farigoth’s strong hands easily held up his rear, hips ceaselessly thrusting.
“You see that?” Resh asked, hand in George’s hair. “He’s wrecked. All flushed cheeks and rumpled hair. Shaking so hard, he can’t even hold himself up, and yet, the orc keeps using him. That’s what you look like every time I fuck you.”
George groaned. His pupils were blown, his face pink, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Like Farigoth, Resh wasn’t letting up.
“If men saw how good orcs can fuck them, they’d be lining up to volunteer.” Farigoth smacked Andre’s thigh, demanding his next climax.
Andre screamed as his body obeyed, every muscle convulsing.
Farigoth spouted cum, and his hole drank it like a thirsting man gulping water.
He was delirious with pleasure, words penetrating but the outermost layer of his mind.
He was a vessel for Farigoth to empty into, his only purpose to provide a warm, climaxing shell for his master’s use.
“Huh,” Resh said, studying Andre. “They might.”
Farigoth seemed to think he was in a contest as to who could make their mate come more often and plunged into Andre, pulling the next mind-numbing orgasm from him.
The attack never stopped. Wordless cries and rapturous moans were streaming out of him, Farigoth owning him with his monstrous cock. Andre didn’t know up from down.
“If a crowd of men saw your pet losing his mind on your cock,” Resh said, “they could be persuaded.” He licked his lips.
“The spring f-festival,” George panted as Resh drilled into him. “It’s… next week. We could… AH!” The rest of his sentence was lost in a hoarse shout as he came.