Chapter 5 #2
“Thank you all for coming to Flamemaul’s!
” Brull begins. I don’t think I knew that was his last name.
“As many of you know, Captain Khazak Ironstorm is a close personal friend, and today he has agreed to give a public demonstration on proper avakesh use and aftercare. I have of course provided all the equipment you see here myself, so please enjoy the show, and make sure you buy something! Remember, for all your leather and bondage needs, come see Flamemaul!”
“Strip,” comes the order from Sir once Brull has finished advertising himself, and I move to obey. “Pants as well.”
That part of the order has me blushing, and once I have my shirt off, Khazak takes it from me so I can kneel down to take care of my shoes.
By the time those are both off, Khazak, Brull, and the entire audience are now staring at me.
I stand, hesitating slightly before taking a deep breath and going for my belt.
I hear a few shouts and whistles as I pull off my pants, exposing the blue jockstrap Sir put me in, but I ignore them and dutifully hand them off to my owner.
After setting our clothes to the side, Sir grabs my harness, pulling me into him for a deep kiss.
“Inspection,” comes the next order when we break apart.
I move into position, legs sliding apart slightly as my hands come up to cup the back of my neck.
I face the audience, since I assume that’s kind of the point, doing my best not to focus on any one face as they stare at me standing here in nothing but a collar, harness, and jockstrap.
At least until I see Nylan in the crowd, standing next to Ragnar.
Wait, what? I tilt my head when we lock eyes. I thought he worked today.
“I took a late lunch just for this,” he shouts at me through cupped hands because of course he did. I roll my eyes.
The sound of a throat clearing to my right draws my attention back to an amused looking Khazak. I bow my head sheepishly, drawing some chuckles from the crowd. Brull moves to stand next to us, joining in with Sir to look over my body.
“Cute looking puppy you got here, Captain, but I think he’s missing something,” Brull states cheerily.
“I think you are correct. Turn around and grab the end of the bench, pup.” He nods at the wooden contraption behind us.
“...Yes, Sir.” I hesitate only a little, turning around and exposing my naked ass to the crowd, drawing even more cheers when I bend over to grab the end of the bench.
Immediately, I feel not one but two sets of hands stroking along my back and butt, and I shiver at the contact.
Brull hasn’t been hands on with me before, really.
Their touches feel different, and I can tell them apart right away.
Khazak’s hands are familiar and soft, aside from some small calluses on fingers from years of archery.
Brull’s are rougher, likely from all the years of working with metal, wood, and leather.
The hands leave me, and I hear rustling to my right, then the familiar sound of a bottle being opened: lube. I jump when I feel slick fingers prodding at my ass. Sir’s form stepping up to my left side lets me know it’s his. With his free hand, he strokes my chin, drawing my attention.
“Doing alright?” he asks me in a low voice.
I nod in the affirmative. I’m a little nervous.
..okay a lot nervous, but I can handle it.
I mean, I was doing more than this in the tavern last night.
Though I was at least kinda drunk then. The fingers probing me shake the thought from my head, but they’re gone after a minute.
..only to be replaced with something bigger, blunter, and colder at my entrance by Brull, who comes up on my other side grinning.
My breath hitches as it’s pressed farther in, the object growing wide fast, but tapering off almost just as quickly.
What I now know is a plug finishes sliding into place, making me shudder to more cheers from the audience.
“Much better. Why don’t you give us wag, pup?
” I turn my head to look back at the plug, trying to figure out what Brull is talking about, and am greeted with the sight of a short, furry, black dog tail protruding from my butt.
The plug he’s inserted has a tail attached.
I see it shake slightly with the movement of my body, and I wiggle my ass intentionally to watch it wag back and forth, not unrealistically. The crowd eats it up.
“Good boy.” Brull pats my butt and grins.
Khazak helps me stand up, which causes the plug to move, which feels weird, and I stutter in my movements.
I’m turned back around to face the crowd, and I realize I’m also being positioned under the frame.
I can see Brull already rigging rope through some of the hooks as I’m centered underneath it.
Khazak helps hold me in place as Brull wraps the rope around my arms and wrists in an intricate pattern.
When he finishes with each arm, he has me pull, testing the strength.
He’s good. I could probably break out if I really tried, but it would be a struggle and not very pretty.
My legs are kicked apart, and my arms are spread up and out along the beams, my chest exposed. Two sets of hands return to my body, gently stroking over my chest, stomach, and back. I shudder when a finger moves over an exposed nipple, earning me a chuckle from the larger orc on my left.
“Sensitive. You think about getting him pierced?” He teases my nipple again.
My eyes open wide and shoot to Khazak, who looks amused by my response. “We have not discussed it, no.”
“Something to consider.” I have to fight the urge to shake my head no. “Maybe I’ll bring some clamps next time.” Clamps?!
The hands continue to tease me, moving downward to my ass and groin.
My dick is already tenting the front of my blue jock, and I hump forward at the first contact I feel on it.
Khazak is the first one to reach my groin, hand ghosting over the fabric covering my cock before grabbing me more firmly.
At the same time, I can feel Brull’s hand grab my ass from behind, squeezing it appreciatively.
After a little more teasing, Sir pulls the pouch of my jock to the side, freeing my length from its entrapment.
I can feel my hardness throb in the warm air.
His hand returns, grasping me gently as he slides his thumb over my head, already slick with pre-cum.
Behind me, fingers on the hand squeezing my ass delve toward my hole, pressing on the plug lodged within me and drawing a moan when I feel it push against my prostate.
The two sets of hands continue to tease me, roaming up and down both sides of my body, tweaking my nipples, tickling at my stomach and thighs, stroking my cock, and teasing my plug.
At one point, Sir pushes two fingers into my mouth with the order to “suck.” My arms are tied tightly to the frame above me, and I have no option but to accept everything being done to me.
All while the audience watches, enraptured.
I’m pretty sure a few of them are jerking off, but I’m not really paying attention.
The hands on my cock—they keep switching—keep bringing me close to the edge, only to pull away and leave me throbbing angrily in the air, seeking any sort of contact or friction.
This goes on for I don’t know how long, but by the end of it, I’m whimpering with need, pulling at my bonds and all but begging to cum.
“Ssshh, good boy,” Sir soothes me, leaning in to stroke my face. “I think he has had enough; we can move on to what is next.” The crowd cheers at Khazak’s declaration.
“Aye aye, captain.” Brull enjoys hamming it up.
Khazak gentles me as Brull moves around, untying and unwrapping the rope from my arms. By the time both arms are free, I’m no longer a leaking, horny mess.
It’s only temporary, as I am moved and turned around, my arms drawn behind me as I’m laid face down over the padded bench.
After aligning my arms how they want them, I can feel the rope returning to wrap around them.
This feels familiar, especially when my dick, which is still hard, is aimed down, its length on display along with my tail-plugged ass.
The rope around my arms is tightened until they are immobile, settled into place on the small of my back.
A quick spank delivers a jolt that has the tail wagging whether I mean it to or not.
As the hand soothes my ass, Sir steps around to my front.
“How are you doing, puppy?” he asks low enough for only me again, searching my eyes.
“Good, Sir,” I breathe out. I’m horny, maybe a little frustrated and starting to get that warm sink-y feeling, but I’m good.
“Good boy.” Khazak leaves my side and returns to his spot behind me. “We are going to start with a paddle.”
“Start?” My indignity is cut short by the first whack, making me yelp and the audience laugh.
The strikes with the paddle sting at first, though not as much as I would expect.
That’s partially because Sir isn’t trying to hit me very hard but also because I think the paddle is made of leather and not wood.
Not that I can see behind me to confirm.
The smacks come in steadily, and after every few, they pause, a hand reaching forward to tease my cock and keep me at full hardness.
I whimper, both at the contact to my dick and the paddle strikes once they start to build.
The sinking feeling only gets stronger the longer paddling goes on, and it almost feels like I’m floating on this bench, even with my arms behind my back.
At some point, the paddling stops, and I hear movement behind me.
I see Sir walk back around to my front, and I look up at him a little dopily.
He smiles down at me, stroking a hand down my cheek softly, before raising his head and nodding.