Chapter 16 #4
There are four tall wooden beams attached at the tops and bottoms by smaller beams that run to the center and cross-cross, forming an X.
Hanging from the top of each beam is a chain, which in turn connect to a sort of flat piece of leather that comes up a few inches above my waist. It almost looks like a swing, but not one you could sit on very well.
“What is it?” I ask the obvious question.
“It is called a ‘sling.’” He starts walking me to it. “As for what it does, you are about to find out.”
“How did you get it in here?” He turns me around so that the leather part is against my back. “This wasn’t here before, right?”
“Brull brought it over this morning while you were visiting your friends.” He steps closer, bending slightly and putting his hands under my ass. “Grab the chains and lift.”
I pull myself up as asked, and Khazak settles me on the leather panel, pushing on my chest gently to lay me out flat.
He lifts both my legs, guiding each of my feet through a set of cuffs attached to the chains in front.
They’re not really restraints, just a place to hold my feet up, which leaves me very exposed.
I crane my head up to look at my upturned ass.
“I think you are starting to understand its purpose,” he tells me with a smirk, and I notice Nylan, Brull, and Orim entering the room behind him, all naked or close to. “Happy birthday, David.”
Khazak places the cleansing charm on my belly before he steps back, and Nylan steps forward, dick in hand.
In fact, everyone is stroking themselves, Sir included, all looking at my ass.
When the plans for the evening finally click in my head, a thrill that’s half-nervous and half-excited runs through me.
So that’s what’s going on? I’ve been fucked by more than one person in a night, but six?
Can I handle that? I look over to Khazak, who is looking back at me, his eyes hooded over in lust. Guess I am going to find out.
Nylan looks excited as he steps up, though he frowns once he actually reaches me. I realize why when I feel his stomach brushing against my ass. With a grumble, he turns over his shoulder. “Alright, give me the damn box.”
With a laugh, Brull bends over and places a small wooden box on the floor, sliding it over to Nylan.
The elf moves it into place in front of me before stepping up, grinning when he sees that his crotch is now at target level.
Being the only non-orc in the room not on his back, he needs the height boost.
“I’ve owed you this since the festival,” he tells me as he teases me with the head of his dick, already slick with oil.
“You just gonna talk about it shortstack, or—FUCK.” Ny cuts off my taunt by slamming his dick home.
He’s not huge, certainly not as big as one of the orcs, but it’s not nothing.
Thankfully, he doesn’t start hammering away, giving me the chance to get used to it, though the look in his eyes is daring me to egg him on again.
After a minute, he pulls back and starts to fuck into me slowly.
The chains holding up the sling rattle as they move, more so once he picks up speed.
His hips hit the backs of my thighs over and over, giving me a quick jolt of pain each time he slaps against my spanked ass.
Despite that (or maybe because of it, shut up), it feels good.
He’s hitting my prostate almost dead on at times, and I can feel my dick trying to get hard in the cage. Very different from what I’m used to.
Just as I feel the familiar starts of an orgasm, there’s a stutter in Ny’s strokes.
I look up and see his eyes are closed, and a minute later, he’s slamming himself all the way inside of me, moaning low through gritted teeth as I feel him unload.
He wraps one of his arms around my leg to steady himself as he rides out his cumshot, sighing happily against my calf when he’s finished.
“Happy birthday.” The disappointment must show on my face because with a laugh, he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” With a kiss to my leg, he pulls out, stepping off the box.
“Thanks for opening him up, boy.” Brull steps up next, sliding the box away with his foot as he moves between my legs. Not quite satisfied with my position, he grabs my thighs and pulls me forward. “Better.”
I can feel the blunt head of his dick prodding between my cheeks, and he reaches down to guide himself as he pushes forward to enter me.
I whimper as I’m stretched, much more than Nylan.
I can feel the elf’s load being forced even deeper inside of me.
I’m squirming by the time Brull is fully seated, his generous belly laying over my crotch.
Once he’s ready, rather than pull back, he grabs the chains in front, pushing them away and lifting me off of his dick. Once I’m about halfway off (I think), he lets go, and I swing back, his cock sliding right into place. I moan as I’m refilled, and he repeats the action over and over.
“Now hold on. What’s that?” Brull reaches down and squeezes the pouch of my jock and the cage within. With a grin, he pulls the fabric to the side, exposing me. “Forget the spanking. What do you do to earn this?” He squeezes my balls for emphasis.
Dammit, must have felt it hitting his stomach. I try to think of a reasonable excuse, but the dick currently rearranging my guts is proving to be a difficult distraction, so I just end up staring at him with my mouth half-open.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll ask Khazak.” He waves off the question, never once slowing down as he pulls me on and off his cock.
Happy for the chance to stop thinking, I let my head fall back against the padded leather as my body is used.
Brull’s thick length steadily fills me, building up a familiar pressure in my groin that Nylan only got me close to.
After a few more minutes of pounding, I finally hit that peak, my ass pulsing all over Brull’s cock, something he seems to enjoy a whole lot, judging by the way his dick gets even harder.
He spends the new few minutes fucking me through another one before he carefully pulls out.
“Don’t wanna cum yet. Unlike certain people, some of us require more than fifteen minutes before we’re ready to go again.
” He eyes Nylan, who’s been standing at the back of the room watching since his turn.
With a gentle slap to my thigh, Brull exits the room, only to be replaced by Khazak, who I didn’t realize had stepped out.
It’s Orim who approaches the sling next, though.
He’s wearing a shy smile, which in turn has me feeling a little shy.
That’s a real talent, being able to look shy and innocent while stroking your dick, especially with someone you’ve already been inside of.
After stepping between them, he rubs both hands lightly up and down my thighs.
I can feel him prodding against my ass, not quite hitting the target.
Taking matters into my own hands (heh), I reach down to help aim as he presses his hips forward.
His head slowly breaches me, and I give a low groan as he pushes the rest inside.
I forgot just how thick he is. With a moan of his own, he bottoms out, holding me tightly by my thighs.
Orim fucks much more carefully than Brull or Nylan, the chains holding me up swaying gently in time with his thrusts.
I am not sure if this is just his style, or if he’s doing it because my bruised butt is on display, and he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I don’t mind.
I have a feeling the night is only getting started, so I’ll take my breaks where I can get them.
What’s the old saying? Slow and steady..
.something something. I know it’s not “makes David cum,” but that’s what it’s doing right now.
Orim slides his hands down my legs to my stomach, then up to my chest, teasing my nipples.
I bite my lip when I start getting close, toes curling in the cuffs above my head.
I let myself moan out at a normal volume when I cum, pressure releasing once again.
Orim’s hands on my chest have me remembering how much he likes that himself, so once I stop squirming, I reach up to do some teasing of my own.
I lightly pinch my top’s nipples, making him gasp and thrust forward.
Well, shit... I continue to pinch and squeeze at Orim’s chest, driving the orc to fuck me harder.
Before long, I have him growling as he slams the full length of his dick in and out of my hole, and with a final grunt, he buries himself, adding his load to Ny’s, assuming he and Brull didn’t already fuck it out of me.
My hole feels so open right now. Sloppy, even. I can see Khazak eyeing it as he walks toward me, a cup in his hand. He can’t help but reach out his free hand to rub at it, making me tighten involuntarily and whimper.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, helping me to drink some of the water he’s brought over.
“Great, Sir. Just horny.” I reach down and squeeze the stupid cage. I’ll say this about prostate orgasms: for as awesome as it is to be able to go over and over and over, you never actually get any less turned on, which normally isn’t a bad thing, but with this damn cage on…
“You will thank me for that later. The party is only getting started, and you still have to contend with myself, Arik, and Ragnar, who will be bringing up the rear, so to speak.” He smirks at his dumb joke. “Then it is time for round two.”
“There are multiple rounds?” Of course, there are multiple rounds.
“Do you remember the word I told you to use when you wanted to stop what we were doing on stage during the festival?” He makes sure I finish the water before he lets me answer.
“Uh-huh. Jailbreak.” Okay, maybe I’m starting to feel a little floaty, too.