Chapter 5 #3
The first strike of whatever Brull hits my ass with next is a surprise again, though I don’t jump this time.
I’m not sure what he’s using; it feels like a single strike at first, but then a dozen tiny little pin pricks follow it.
I don’t have much time to contemplate, my eyes drawn to Khazak unbuttoning his pants and fishing out his cock, which he quickly feeds into my mouth.
Brull continues as my mouth is filled, hitting my skin almost rhythmically.
A hand on the back of my head, Sir slowly fucks his cock in and out of my mouth.
With my arms bound, I have little choice but to accept the assaults at either end, but I really don’t mind.
I’ve completely lost track of time. Hell, I barely remember there’s an audience behind me; they’ve been watching silently since the paddling.
“Do you like your new tail, puppy?” The question has me tilting my head up, mouth still full. It does feel good. I nod my head slowly. “Do you want to thank Brull?”
I nod my head again as Khazak pulls himself out of my mouth and tucks himself away.
Even with my mouth free, I don’t feel like being verbal, watching quietly as he leaves my side again only to be replaced with Brull.
The larger orc smiles down at me before making eye contact with Sir behind me, double checking something before he.
..unbuttons his own pants. Oh. That’s how I’m thanking him.
His other hand goes behind my head as I come face to face with his dick.
He’s big, maybe as big as Khazak, but as it heads toward my mouth, I barely have time to register the size difference when I feel a big green hand spank my ass.
I yelp, my mouth now full of Brull, as I feel another spank on the opposite cheek.
Then a hand ghosts over my mostly hard cock, bringing it back to life once again.
The twin assaults continue unabated. Brull is rougher about fucking my face than Khazak was, while Sir is making sure to pay as much attention to my dick as he is to my ass.
Before long I find myself rocking back to meet his strikes, my cock so hard I’m certain I’m leaking.
I know Brull is, the salty taste filling my mouth when he pulls back far enough for the hooded-head to pass over my tongue.
The warm feeling permeates every inch of my body.
The spanks on my ass no longer sting, feeling more like a dull thudding against my skin.
Each strike fades into more of that warmth that spreads through my body.
The hand wrapped around me is stroking steadily, but Brull seems to be setting a rhythm all his own in my mouth.
“Shit, mind if I feed him?” Brull asks Sir above me.
“Go ahead” is the response. “Pup, swallow.”
I don’t really have much of a choice—Brull pulls back enough to leave the head of his cock in my mouth, hand coming up to wrap around his exposed shaft.
He strokes himself quickly as his face screws up in concentration, and a minute later, I can feel his cockhead expand just before he explodes.
With a low growl, Brull fills my mouth to the breaking point.
I do my best to swallow but inevitably something spills out.
The taste is similar to Sir’s, but I can still notice a difference, and if I may, it’s not as good.
Not that cum tastes great to begin with. You know what I mean!
Brull lingers in my mouth, hand still on my head while my tongue seeks out any seed still hiding around the head and hood of his cock.
Once he’s satisfied with my cleaning job, he pulls out with a sigh.
With nothing occupying my mouth, all my attention is focused on the things Sir is doing to my dick and ass, the steady spanks of his hand never ceasing.
My dick feels impossibly hard, and if I had the leverage, I’d be fucking into his fist now.
I don’t, so I mostly just lay there and try to follow his hands as best I can.
I can feel the tail moving left and right as I wriggle, and I can only imagine how silly I look.
“Do you want to cum too, puppy?” I try in vain to turn my head at the question, but I can’t, so in response I just grunt in the affirmative as I nod and try harder to fuck his hand. “Just a little longer...”
I whine at the answer, desperate for more friction as the hand around my dick slows its strokes.
My protests are ignored, the hands on my ass and dick continuing at their new pace.
A minute later, the hands begin to speed up again, pushing me toward the brink once more.
Then, once I’m getting close, they slow down again, drawing out another whine.
This continues over and over, each time bringing me to the edge and each time backing off.
My whines turn into growls, and I can hear Khazak laugh at my frustration.
“Careful there, pup.” He spanks me twice in quick succession, and I whimper an apology. “Good boy. Now cum.”
My cock explodes at the order, given at the same time as his hand connects with my sore cheek a final time.
I moan, or groan, or maybe even yell as I shoot my load, no doubt coating the hand stroking me through my orgasm.
At the same time, the crowd explodes with cheers, which is only partially a new experience.
Sir strokes me through each shot, releasing me only when he’s sure I am empty.
I lay there in a daze on the bench, drained both physically and mentally.
That warm sinking feeling hasn’t gone away, but I am becoming more aware of my surroundings, and I think I feel a chill coming on.
Two sets of hands are on me again, stroking and gentling my body as my arms are untied and released.
Once I can feel the blood circulating through them again, I’m helped to my feet and turned around slowly to face my audience.
Their renewed applause makes me think about everything they just witnessed, and I bury my face against Sir’s chest as it turns red.
“Alright, I hope you all enjoyed the show!” Brull steps forward to address everyone.
“If you are interested in owning any of the implements you saw us use today on this cute pup, we can help you find everything you need inside the store as well as answer any of your questions. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend!”
“Great job, David.” I turn my head to see Nylan standing at the side of the stage with Ragnar. I smile at the compliment. “I gotta get back to work, but that was totally worth using my lunch break.”
“We’ll see you both later,” Ragnar says from behind his elf, ushering him away so he’s not late for the rest of his shift.
“Yes, I must say that was quite impressive, Captain.” This new voice comes from the other side of the stage, and I turn to see an older, familiar looking orc watching us.
His head is shaved, but he’s got a big bushy beard, which is brown with flecks of grey.
To his left, wearing a collar and attached to a leash, is another orc around the same age, though of a slightly larger build, shirtless with his nipples pierced.
His head is also shaved, but his beard is black and trimmed short, right below the silver bullring hanging from his nose.
The guy talking looks familiar, but where do I.
.. Oh. He’s the judge who oversaw my friends’ trial after we were arrested.
Which ended up being a very good thing in the end because sentencing them to the labor camp for two months is a relatively light punishment around here.
“Thank you, sir.” Khazak straightens up at the praise. “I cannot take all the credit. He has taken to his training wonderfully.”
The older orc looks at me then, and I do my best to straighten my posture, despite how out of it I feel. “Yes, I can see that you are a good match for each other. I hope you both enjoy the rest of the festival.”
“You as well, Councilman.” Sir gives a small bow as the two older men make their exit.
When he turns to me, I can see how happy the compliment made him.
I smile back as best I can, my eyes feeling droopy, but I can’t suppress the shiver that follows.
Khazak looks at me with a small amount of concern. “Brull, do you mind if we—”
“Go ahead, brother. You know where the bed is.”
Khazak helps me walk inside the shop, which is filled with people now that the show is over.
Even in my stupor, I can feel their eyes on us.
Ignoring them aside from a friendly wave, Khazak walks us to the back room, then through another door just off to the side.
It opens to a small room with a bed, a bathroom in one corner through an open doorway. This must be where Brull sleeps.
Pushing me onto the bed first, Sir climbs on behind me, pulling me into his chest once he’s on the mattress.
Stroking a hand down my back, I feel him reaching for the plug still lodged inside of me.
Gripping the tail by the base, he gently tugs it out.
My body expels it once it passes the widest point, and I whimper at the empty feeling it leaves behind.
“You did very good today, David.” The praise is whispered into my hair. “I am very proud of you.”
Still unable to bring myself to be verbal, I whine low, curling farther into his chest. I’m not sure why I’m feeling this way.
Raw, tired, my body’s temperature somehow both hot and clammy at the same time.
I close my eyes, the dim light of the room helping me to relax and drift.
The hand continues to stroke my back, and as the words of praise are whispered, I fall into a light sleep, Sir wrapped around me to keep me safe.