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A Treasure of Time

Part 5

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Lizard and polar bear fucked together for a good few hours before they decided that they needed sleep. Both could have gone for longer, but considering that they needed to get through the volcano so that they could get to the other world, they decided that it would be better to get the rest of their fun later. Nataraj tried to tell himself that he was outlasting the bear, but it was a new experience for him to find someone that was able to keep up past the fourth hour, and still had some cum left to shoot.

It was a nice, new experience.

When the morning light burned through the canopy, bringing the next day with it, Nataraj expected to still be lying across the bear's legs, those big feet as his pillow. Instead, Olag was on his feet, stretching his arms over his head and flexing his muscles. Despite the chub of the bear's belly, he actually had quite a few muscular bulges along his arms and abs, and the lizard smiled as he rolled over to look at them.

It took the bear a moment to notice him, but when he did, Olag chuckled.

"Getting in your morning 'meal', Nat?"

"If you mean the eye candy, yes."

"You like big guys?"

"I like guys that have big stuff."

"Balls, cock?"

"Feet, muscles, everything that's bigger than me."

"Well, ya got the right guy with me."

The lizard chuckled, stretching out like a cat. He leaned his head forward, and then pushed his ass and tail back as he got to all fours. The crick-crack of joints popping and losing tension was a wonderful feeling, and it made it all the better to get up after he was all relaxed.

The feeling of the morning air cooling the heat, making it feel like it wouldn't get that warm and deliberately lying to everyone about it, was a familiar feeling. It was a comforting one, and told him that they'd both be building up quite the sweat by the time that afternoon rolled around. He looked forward to seeing just how much he shined at that point.

"Looks like the mountain's not that far off," the bear said, nodding at it. "Should reach the top of it before noon."

"Beeeefore we do that..."

As Olag turned to look at him, Nataraj pointed off in the distance.

"I'm pretty sure that the orc village is over there."

"So?"

"So, I'd like to make a side-trip."

"Ya just got fucked halfway to kingdom come last night."

"Yeah, but, no offense, you're not an orc."

"I repeat. So?"

"So, orcs are hot." The lizard shrugged. "Again, no offense, but...orcs."

"...Are you serious right now?"

Nataraj rolled his eyes, looking up at the sky. He was just able to make out the rip in the heavens that led back to the mouse's ship, and he was pretty sure that the little guy was still watching them. At the very least, he'd heard the munching of popcorn and the sound of fapping well into the night and their fun with each other. He waved upwards.

"Hey, Salla, can you hear me?"

Obviously.

"Tell me, do the orcs have any treasures that you'd like us to nab? Or something that'd be useful in the long term?"

You just want an excuse to let Olag allow you to get fucked.

"Yes and no. I thought it might be useful, and besides, free treasure for you at the end of this. You can't tell me that you'd say no to that."

...Heh...You really are picking up on how things work. You're better at this than I expected, little lizard.

"I'm good at what I do. Now, treasure?"

There ARE a few small things in the village that might be useful to me at the end of this, and which might help the two of you out. Particularly some of the rings that the orcs have been making out of wood and magic.

"Ooooh. Please tell me that they're toe-rings."

For someone like you, probably. They're meant for orc fingers, after all, and that means that it wouldn't really fit your hand, but...

"Yep. Toe-rings. See, Olag? Plenty of stuff worth getting."

"He didn't even say what kind of magic rings they were."

"Doesn't matter. He said that they'd be useful, and that's all we need to know, isn't it?"

"..." The bear rubbed his forehead, groaning under his breath. "Stuck on a fucking tropical island with a lizard too thirsty to know better..."

"Oh, I know better. I just don't care," he said, chuckling. "Now, you want to come with me, or -"

"I'll wait by the mountain."

"You sure? It's gonna be hotter there."

"By the fucking mountain, so that we can get the fuck out of here as fast as fucking possible, and hopefully the next fucking island isn't so goddamn hot."

Nataraj blinked a bit at the bear's slowly-rising voice, and realized that Olag wasn't kidding about hating the heat. His companion had been a bit better last night, but air had been cooler after the sun had gone down, and there was less of a burning feeling to the wind coming through the trees. Now, however, they were back in the day, and looking him over, he realized that the polar bear was already sweating up a storm, his fur matting down, and his overall posture more of a slump than a proud stance.

Okay...I'll try and keep it to quickies...

He nodded his understanding at the bigger man, giving him a pat on the arm.

"Thanks for understanding."

"I don't understand, but I don't got a lot of choice."

"I'll owe you for this."

"Damn straight." Olag snorted. "Well, get going. I'll be in earshot if ya need help."

"Oh, trust me. I'll be fine. I know how to negotiate with orcs..."

#

Correction. I know how to negotiate with orcs when I'm not tied up by them.

Nataraj had thought that, after yesterday, he would have known when he was walking into a trap. It turned out that he was still a bit on the clueless side, particularly since he was now bobbing up and down by both ankles rather than just one. He was surrounded by orcs on all sides, the tall, muscular, green-skinned men chuckling at him as their cocks started throbbing beneath their loincloths.

"Well, well, what's this thing, then?" one of them asked, poking his side with a meaty finger. "Not one of the food things."

"Not one of the playthings, either," a different orc said. "Got a butt for rutting, but doesn't got the parts up front for breeding."

"Heh, bet he just likes it."

For all that he had been eager for this, he had been hoping to have slightly more control than this. Nataraj blushed as he slowly spun on the rope, his head made to look at one orc crotch after another. He was surrounded by a half-dozen warriors, all of them nearly naked save for their loincloth and their sandals, and the seventh orc to look down at him was something more shamanic. That one wore more paint along his body, and while he still had the muscles of the other orcs, he had a bit more age and experience to him, at least, in the way that he looked down at the lizard.

"Hmm..."

The shaman orc leaned forward, poking the lizard in the groin. It was a bit embarrassing to have his dick just poked like that, particularly as he was already stiffening up a little bit just from being exposed and helpless in front of the orcs like this. His toes curled and he bit back a small moan as he was left swinging slightly from the poke.

"It is a male, but has the curves of a female...down here..."

Nat didn't quite blush, but he did have to bite down on a small moan as the orcs squeezed at his hips, at his ass, making him feel the weight that he had gotten used to back there again. The sheer size of his butt and hips were always on his mind when other people called attention to it, and the slight dichotomy between...well, all that, always pushed certain buttons.

The orcs, however, were more interested in pushing him around, prodding him, teasing him, and as he was spun and swung around, he kept nudging against their loincloths. His head was on the perfect level for giving them some oral attention, and every time that he breathed in the musk down there, his mind went from the feelings of embarrassment to the feeling of wanting to just suck. Suck, fuck, and play.

Eventually, one of the orcs seemed to get the same idea. Nat was stopped in place, and one of the big green warriors flicked his loincloth up, revealing a big green dick that was already standing at full mast. There was a huge sac just under it, too, something that Nat imagined that horses would have been a bit jealous of. He smiled widely, licking his lips, and the orcs chuckled at his display.

"Look. It's already eager."

"Yeah. Let's feed it what it wants, then."

It. They were confused enough by his curves and his cock that they were calling him an it rather than a him. Nat blushed, but before he could correct them, the orc stepped forward and tapped his thick cock against the lizard's lips. There was very little that he could do to turn down that kind of invitation.

He opened his mouth, sucking the head between his lips and giving it the soft suck, lick, and nuzzle that he knew that it needed. One lick, two, three before it was sliding along his tongue, moving towards the back of his throat. His snout wasn't long enough to contain the whole thing, and soon the dripping, musky head was rubbing against the back of his throat, teasing it, tickling it as it pushed in good and deep.

The lizard moaned around it, swallowing as the tip went into his neck. He could feel it sliding, bending, pushing into places that he didn't usually get to with the other partners that he'd had. The orc grabbed him by the thighs, his size difference meaning that there was no chance in hell of a 69, and just started...thrusting.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Nataraj grunted as his throat was invaded again and again, big green orc balls pressing against his nose and making him smell that thick orc musk again and again. The thick, heavy scent left his head spinning, his eyes wide from the pure pleasure of being of service to the big guy. His toes curled, his eyes rolling back in their sockets in short order.

Yet, at the same time, he was hardly slacking off in the pleasure that he gave the big guy. He wasn't just a fleshlight, after all. The lizard prided himself for his skills with his mouth, and for giving others pleasure.

So, he sucked, and he swallowed. He moved his tongue so that it was always in the perfect place for the orc's thrusts, always cushioning that shaft and moving it into the right place for a deeper thrust, a deeper stab into his throat.

Yes, that's it...fuck me...fuck my face...gimme that orc dick...

He moaned around that thick cock, panting softly as he felt those big green balls grinding against his nose, leaving a scent-mark there that would take hours to fade, if it ever did before he had his next bath. He moaned around the shaft, panting hard as his own dick stiffened against the orc's chest, feeling the hard muscles cushioning his cock and holding it there.

Mmmph...fuck...fuck...

That dick was going all the way down his throat, now, and each thrust was leaving a massive taste of pre-cum and musk in his throat and mouth. He couldn't get away from the slimy ooze, couldn't take his mind off it. All he could do was enjoy it, savor it as it kept pumping down his throat.

More...more...

The orc picked up speed, ramming past his lips, using him, filling his head with the thick, heavy smell of orc musk. The green-skinned warrior was panting hard, thrusting away, making it clear that he was already on the edge of orgasm, and Nataraj moaned, both in pleasure and disappointment. He wanted more than that, more than this.

But...

There were more orcs in the group around him. They'd be taking their turns soon, and he could be happy with that.

He moaned again, and the vibration must have given the big guy what he needed, because the warrior slammed forward and buried his cock one last time before cumming. The feeling of that pulsing, swelling sensation in his throat was all too familiar, and Nataraj smiled as he swallowed it all down.

The orc barely had a chance to pull out, what with the lizard giving him a hell of a suck on the way out, draining that dick of everything that it had to offer. The warrior almost stumbled from the sheer force of the suck, and had to lean against a nearby tree. Nataraj licked his lips and smiled.

"Who's next?"

"Oh, he's eager," the shaman said.

"Very. Come on. Someone else has to have some full balls."

"...Take him back to the village," the shaman said. "We'll have better use for him there."

"Exciting."

The lizard ended up in a most unique sort of bondage. Since the orcs figured out that is feet were rather sensitive during the walk back to the village - them walking, him being carried on a pole - they decided to tie him up so that his feet were up in the air, exposed and showed off to everyone. He was sitting on the ground, his mouth propped open with a ring gag in his snout, while his legs were spread and his feet were tied to two large poles just in front of him.

Good thing that I took all those gymnastic classes, the lizard thought.

The orcs stood around him, two with their cocks right over his face, drooling pre-cum on his cheeks and marking him with the thick smell of orc pre-cum and musk, while others were dragging their fingers along his feet. Some of them leaned in, sniffing his soles, while others were giving him little squeezes, little pinches.

Still others were talking to each other, wondering if he was some sort of strange sex-monster, considering how hungry he was for everything that they had offered him so far. If it wasn't for the fact that he was tied up and stuck there, he would have been rather amused by that.

Heh, the sex demon that preys on orcs...that'd be fun.

He just wished that they were doing more to use him.

Finally, the shaman came forth, and all the other barely-dressed orcs gave way. The big guy looked down at him, and Nataraj smiled as best he could around the ring gag that was holding his snout open.

"Little thing. You are eager for the seed of orc-kind. You will receive it, and then, you will be sacrificed to the gods of the mountain."

His smile fell a second later.

"Our seed will be carried to the gods as a gift, an appreciation for the lizard demon before us. We will see him filled, and then carried to the sacrificial summit. There, he will give the gods our thanks for their offering to us."

...Oops.

Well, are you still feeling happy about your choice? Salla asked him.

If you knew this was going to happen, you're doing a piss-poor job of being a handler, you know that?

Oh, I didn't know this was going to happen, but considering how much fun you were having, I didn't think you'd care that much.

I'm going to be sacrificed!

Yes, after an orgy.

...How big an orgy? Wait, wait, no, there's no orgy big enough for that to be worth it!

Don't worry. You're going to be pulled out at the end. Olag's keeping an eye on things.

He's not going to just break the entire village, is he?

Only if he has to.

That wasn't the most encouraging thing in the world, but he supposed that it could be a lot worse. And he had to admit, he felt better about the idea of being stuck here if the bear was looking after him.

The shaman had finished his speech by that point, and had turned back to him. As the painted orc reached down to the pouches on his loincloth, Nataraj wondered if he was going to be marked. That was usually how these sorts of things went, with the offering getting special things.

It turned out, he was. The shaman pulled out two rings, each one made of wood, and each one tingling with an odd sort of magic that he could feel without touching them. Nat cocked his head to the side as the shaman held them in the air.

"These will mark the offering as the creature that he is. A vessel for our lust, and our gratitude. Wear them, oh offering, and be known for what you are."

They were both bands of wood with strange carvings through them, but as the first one came down on his left foot, marking his left big toe, Nat couldn't help but gasp. It was as if the ring had just tightened around his toe, pulling itself firm and flush to his scales so that it couldn't be removed. The lines on the ring glowed with red light, and he felt a flush of pleasure running through him, a burst of need that was as bad as what he felt when he shoved his face against a musky foot.

It wasn't heat, or rut, but it meant that his lust had just shot up through the roof, and he had a bad feeling that the ring was meant to keep him in that state permanently. The idea of being a rutting beast, a needy little slut without rest...

Wasn't that bad, really. It was kind of a fantasy, though he doubted that it was going to be as easy for real as it was in his fantasies.

Even as he panted, though, even as he started drooling a bit through the ring gag and his cock pushed upwards from the sand, the other ring was applied to his right foot. The same odd, clenching, pulling, tightening feeling came, and he bit down on the gag as he felt a different sort of tingle, a much stronger one.

It was like the heat from the neediness was translated into something else, giving him the feeling of fire inside of him. Almost like he, himself, was getting hotter, making his scales burst with sweat, making it feel like he had been sunning himself on a rock for the last few days. He panted hard, sniffing himself, feeling the musk building up.

God...fuck...

Enjoying yourself? the mouse asked, the sound of munching popcorn following.

I thought...mmmph...I thought you said...there was something useful here...

Oh, it's useful.

Really? Because - mmmph - because this just feels like making a slut - ah - out of me...

Aside from whether or not that's useful - and it is, by the way - there's something else that you'll find out about that second ring.

Can't you just tell me?

Not if you want to enjoy yourself. Besides, the orcs are getting more interested in you now, or did you miss that?

Nat huffed as he forced himself to focus again, trying to push through the lust and rut that was burning through his veins. He had never, ever, ever been this horny, except for the time that his dragon friend had put a spell on him to feel like a succubus for a week. God, that had been a nightmare and a dream come true at the same time.

But...but there was something else happening now. Something very different.

As horny as he was, the orcs were looking at him with as much lust as he felt for them. The way that they were throbbing, the way that their cocks stood at full attention - even the shaman's - made him think that they had done more to him than just put him in heat. Maybe...maybe they had done something with his body to make him more attractive to them, as well.

At any rate, two orcs moved forward, grabbing hold of his bound ankles and grinding their cocks along the bottom of his feet, and that? That was enough to leave Nat gasping. The lizard arched his back against the pole behind him, his eyes going wide at the sudden, odd pleasure of his feet being used as sex toys.

Oh god...what the...

Another thrust, and he shivered. His feet weren't as sensitive as his cock or his prostate, but good lord, they should not have felt that good to be ground against. His eyes were wide, his toes curling as the big green dicks threatened to slide between them.

As that was going on, as the slow thrusting, grinding, marking of his feet continued, complete with pre-cum rolling down along his soles, the shaman stepped forward. The older orc pulled his loincloth to the side, showing a dick that was almost eleven inches long, thick and wide, and the tip was so wet with pre-cum that he couldn't help but moan from the musk. He shivered, his head rolling back a bit against the post before the orc grabbed him, pinning him in place.

"Ah ah..."

The shaman was panting softly, huffing against his own lust. Nataraj groaned under his breath, knowing that this was going to be rough, going to be hard on his throat...and he didn't care. He wanted this.

The first taste of that shaft was just what he thought it'd be like. A bit sweaty, a bit musky - okay, a lot musky - and a whole lot of man. He moaned as that thick dick pinned his tongue down, almost forcing him to be a good little toy for the big orc cock. He felt it sliding back along his tongue, and then towards the back of his throat.

Then, he felt the shaman's foot on his cock.

MMMMPH! NOT FAIR!

You like it.

Yeah, but...but I wanna...

Ah ah. You're a toy right now. Just have fun.

The mouse was probably getting off to seeing him like this, and that only made the situation that much hotter, knowing that he was putting on a show for someone while getting used like this. His toes curled again as he was reminded of the pleasure from his feet getting used, the slime of pre-cum getting left on them. God, they were going to smell like orc for weeks, at this rate. He moaned around the shaft sliding down his throat, swallowing on it to try and pull it deeper.

More, more, more.

The orc shaman kept grinding his foot back and forth, trapping the lizard's cock between the toes, then pressing that beefy sole down on his shaft, working it from the tip to the base again and again and again. He moaned under his breath, unable to help himself as he was pushed to get stiffer, harder, throbbing in short order. For all that the shaman continued to use his mouth, thrusting deep and holding there so that the lizard was forced to breathe in the musk of his crotch, there seemed to be no hurry for the bigger, older orc.

The same could not be said for the others. Nataraj felt the first load of cum falling on his feet shortly after the shaman started fucking his face, the thick, hot ropes of orc cum landing on his arches and almost up to his soles. It didn't even get a chance to rest there before more orcs stepped forward, slapping their big green dicks against his soles and thrusting against the slime the others had left behind, working it in.

Still other orcs, seeing how he was enjoying his feet being played with, moved around the poles and stood on one foot on either side of him. He moaned as he was smothered beneath those big green feet, as his snout and his forehead were buried beneath those slick green soles. The musk of crotch, of cock and balls, combined with the musk of feet, and his eyes rolled back.

"Take it in, little thing," the shaman said. "You will be marked as the vessel of orc lust by the end of this..."

It was good, so good to be under the orcs, so good to be used. He could feel the shaman's cock slowly pulsing in the back of his throat, and he knew that the older orc wouldn't last for much longer. He'd have a load shot down the back of his throat in short order, and someone else would come forward to use his mouth, and then another, and another, and another, and -

"Mmmmph!"

Nataraj moaned as that big green foot on his cock finally found his sweet spot, the heel gently pushing down on his balls while the toes curled around the tip, the sweaty, huge sole pressing his cock down and trapping it against his stomach. There was no getting around the sheer pleasure of having his cock gripped like that, and the musk on his face, down his throat, everywhere, was more than enough to get him off.

Nataraj came, and he came hard, squirting his load right over that big green foot. He could feel the sole getting slimy against his dick, milking him good and hard as he was pinned in place by ropes and orc. The pressure of those feet on his face kept him from rolling his head back as he usually would, keeping him perfectly in place for the shaman's face-fucking.

Forward, back, forward, back, those big balls slapping against his chin. He moaned under his breath, the only sound he could make as his throat was filled with cock again and again and again. Each time, he felt his cock throbbing, almost like his throat was getting linked with his dick.

Orcs so hot...orcs...so good...

Another load of seed splattered against his foot, and he shivered as he curled his toes happily, feeling the slime settling into his scales. They were getting marked, his scent disappearing, orc scent taking over. It was so good, so perfect, so -

"Ah!"

The orc shaman finally hilted with his throat, holding his cock in place. The sudden pulsing was just as good as what he had felt when he'd been strung up by the rope earlier, and he swallowed hard, taking the shaman's seed into his stomach, holding it there, feeling it squirting into his guts. He swallowed more and more, milking the orc's cock on pure habit, making it cum again and again for as long as he could.

Just as the warrior before him, the shaman had to fight to get his cock free of Nat's mouth, and the lizard took some pride in that. He was very, very good with his mouth, and he wasn't going to let someone think that they could just get away without giving him what he wanted.

As the shaman panted for breath, the other orcs looked ready to surge forward. Nataraj panted, shaking his head. There was...there was something that he should have been doing. Something...

The volcano. The task. The quest. It was still there, still something that needed doing, and he had almost forgotten from the sheer pleasure of being with the orcs.

Shaking his head, he smiled at the shaman, cocking his head to the side, trying to gesture at the ring gag.

"You want it off?" the shaman asked.

"Mm-hmm," he grunted.

"...Fine. You have been well-behaved."

The ring gag was taken out of his mouth and he stretched his jaw a few times, flicking his tongue around a bit. He shook his head a few times, trying to shake himself free of the lust, but that was rather hard with green feet on his face from either side. Still, he was able to bring himself to talk a bit, at least.

"Mmmph. You're treating your sacrifice very well, but this would be much better if I could give you the pleasure that you deserve," he said.

"You are already giving us pleasure. You need no more freedom."

"Oh? But you can't use everything when I'm like this."

"We can use enough. Your seduction will not work on us, little creature," the shaman said.

"Look at me. I'm already helpless. You can let me loose for a bit, and I can give you far more pleasure than I can when I'm tied up like this."

"Hmmph. It would hardly be worth it," the shaman said, though Nataraj could see that the other orcs were far more tempted than their leader seemed to be. He smiled.

He shimmied himself back and forth against the poles, really making sure that his ass, the curves of it, the heft of it, was visible for them. They definitely saw it.

"Look at me. I'm the perfect blend. Nice and small, curvy in all the right places like your females...but with all the knowledge of a male to know how you like it...how you need it..."

He licked his lips, unable to help but grin as he saw the way that the wheels were turning in the orc heads. They were definitely interested in having him in more positions than this, and he knew that he could give them everything that they wanted. It was just the shaman that was being a bit cagey, a bit more paranoid.

And he, fortunately, was just one man.

The tribe surged forward, and the rest of the orcs undid the bondage that held him down. Nataraj smiled as he was released, even as he panted from the feeling of the different pleasures that the rings gave him. He was already sensitive as all hell, and his body felt warm, slick, eager for more.

Yet, at the same time, he knew that there was a mission to be done. He had the rings, and - yes, there was his way out.

"Gentlemen, orcs of wonderful cocks...I must bid you farewell," the lizard said, bowing as he got to his feet.

"You think that we'll just let you go?" the shaman asked with a snort.

"I don't think that you really have a choice."

"You can't fight us."

"Oh, I don't have to."

"Yeah. That's my job," Olag growled.

Slowly, the orcs turned as one to face the big, sweating, messy silhouette of the massive polar bear that had come up behind all of them. He growled deep in his throat, ice cracking along the earth beneath his feet, and icicles dangling from his fur.

"Who's first?" the bear growled.

The End

Summary: Nataraj wakes up the next morning wanting more, and decides to go and visit the orc village nearby. It ends up being a bit more of a 'fun time' than he expects.

Tags: M/M, foot fetish, oral, lizard, polar bear, Olag, orc, bondage, blowjob, face-fucking, loincloth, tribal, ropes, gag, ring gag, cum, orgasm, footjob, series, sweat, musk,