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Green Dominos

Part 2

For aruk

By Draconicon

Getting back to his apartment and then into bed was a hazy endeavor for Sparky, but he managed it eventually. He dropped into bed and was lost to the world, dreaming of various men over him. Orcs, mostly. Surprisingly bearded. And yellow-green in color, as coincidence would have it. Very much like the male that had dominated him in the park.

He tried not to think too much on it, as much as one could choose to do anything in their dreams.

When morning came, the stiffness of his morning wood woke him with a vengeance. He was used to the feeling of being a bit hard in the morning, as he was seldom granted the opportunity to really deal with that over the course of the day, but it was a whole new level of throbbing that morning. He groaned as he looked down at his cock, the rather massive spire of manhood pointing up in the sheets and begging for attention.

"Nnngh...mmph."

He grunted, working his jaw until it popped, and slowly pulled down his sheets. His shaft throbbed hard as it was revealed, almost like it had been freed by pulling the blankets from it. The fourteen-inch shaft bobbed up and down, the head almost seeming to glare at him while it oozed pre-cum over his belly, dripping into the belly button, over his abs, and...well, pretty much everywhere.

Shaking his head, he rolled to the side, but his cock just refused to stop throbbing, pulsing, dragging at his attention. It wanted to be touched, teased, but...

But there was something else, too.

As he sat up, he was more aware of the soreness that lingered under him. There was a throbbing, not-quite-pain feeling right between the cheeks. The memories of the last night came rushing back, and he leaned forward with one hand against his forehead.

"Oh, god..."

Sparky could hardly believe that he had gone that far, and in public, no less. He had been a complete whore for that one orc, and he...he...

His asshole clenched, and he groaned as his body made it very clear that it didn't want to stop there. It wanted more.

You're being an idiot.

That much was obvious. Wanting to go back and see a stranger that had managed to convince him to get ass-fucked in public was not a good idea. He was not that sort of bitch. That sort of bitch didn't get the sort of job that he had, and they didn't hold onto it for long. Not when there were all kinds of people looking to take advantage of someone like him.

He was not a bitch. He wasn't.

Clench.

Gritting his teeth, the big-dicked man got to his feet, shaking his head as he walked to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help get some of these thoughts out of his head.

Unfortunately, even that short walk reminded him of what he had gone through. It wasn't like he had a lot of experience with stuff getting rammed up his ass, and this time, he was really feeling it. He groaned as he felt that soreness, puffiness, neediness with every step that he took, grinding his teeth together as he suppressed the urge to curse and rail against that horniness that was threatening to overwhelm his common sense.

Shut up...shut up...shut up...

But his dick and ass didn't react one bit to his entreaties. If anything, they only got more persistent, throbbing, begging for attention. He started to reach for his cock as he entered the bathroom, meaning to give it one little fondle -

Don't cum until I say, Boy.

Sparky froze, his hand a half-inch from his cock but unable to move closer. He looked down, watching as his arm strained, trying to reach for the shaft properly, but it just wouldn't move.

What the...

Grunting, he tried to push his hand closer to his cock, but all he did was strain his muscles. It was as if there was some barrier between him and his dick, something that just wouldn't come down no matter how hard he pushed against it. He didn't understand; what the hell -

Don't cum until I say, Boy.

Boy. That was what the orc last night had called him, and what the other orc had been called, too. The red-haired one. They had both gotten the same...

Sparky finally clicked to it, and he slammed his hands down on the bathroom counter.

"Goddamn...He's trying to..."

The idea of someone trying to claim him as a sub like that went against everything that he was trying to be. He was supposed to be a respectable man, someone that worked at the accounting firm and did a good job for himself and his clients. The idea of someone else pushing him down, pushing him out, dragging him into this...this debauched...

His cock and his ass both throbbed at that, the former bouncing up, the latter clenching on nothing. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head.

"Fuck off...both of you..."

They did anything but. The more that he leaned on the counter, the more that he thought about the night before and the ways that the dominant orc might try and use him, the hornier that he got. The various fantasies that played through his head, of his cock being used as a dildo for someone else, of having his ass fucked again and again, of being on display the way that the red-bearded orc had been...

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

He shoved himself back from the counter, shaking his head and holding his hand to his temples. It felt like his head was going to explode if he didn't find some way of dealing with this. He needed...

He needed to talk to the orc again. He needed to settle what the fuck was going on between the two of them, and he needed to do it while he still had some semblance of free will. If the orc could make him do that...that thing last night...

Well, who knew what else that guy could make him do?

Shower first. No need to show up stinking of sex.

That much he could do. That much he could do.

Sparky didn't know how he knew where to go, but as soon as he hopped in the taxi, he had the address in mind. He'd meant to go to the park, but now that he had an idea of where to go, he just went with it.

The taxi dropped him off outside a large apartment building, and somehow, he knew just which unit to go to. High up. One of the bigger ones. He was more than slightly concerned with how easy it was to narrow down where to go, but it was what he had to do. There was no turning back now.

He reached the top floor, walked down the hall. It took less than a minute to find the right door. Sparky stopped there, pulling on his suit jacket, making sure that it was good and straight, a little intimidating on his form. He wanted the orc to know who he was messing with.

He raised a hand to knock -

And the door opened. The yellow-green orc wasn't even properly dressed. Instead, he wore some sort of harness, leather, with a jacket of the same material over it. Crotchless leather pants seemed to be his chosen attire for his lower body, meaning that a fat, uncut cock hung out in the open.

Sparky stared for a moment or two, trying to collect his thoughts at this raw assault on his senses. It was the wrong thing to do.

"One. Two."

Look. Listen.

He stared down, his eyes locked with that cock. He couldn't even look up, not even when the orc started talking. But he still heard. He still listened.

"Wondered when you were going to show up, Boy. I thought that it'd be soon, but, heh, looks like you surprised me a bit."

"..."

"You feeling alright, Boy?"

"What...what did you...do to me?"

"Ah, we're going there. Well, come in."

The orc stepped to the side. Sparky hesitated for a moment, but when the orc said 'three', he had to obey. He stepped forward, fancy dress shoes clicking on the floor, then more quietly on the carpet. The door shut behind him, leaving him trapped in the orc's apartment.

"Getting a little stiff, Boy?"

Sparky gritted his teeth, not wanting to admit it, but his cock was already answering that for him. His shaft slowly pushed up from his leg, getting harder, starting to strain at his pants in a way that he was getting ever more familiar with. It was insane how easy it was for him to start getting horny around this orc.

"Heh, Boys don't need pants, do they?"

"Nnngh..."

"One. Two. Three."

Look. Listen. Obey.

"Boys don't need pants, do they?"

"Boys...don't need...pants..."

"Take 'em off, Boy. Four."

Enjoy.

Sparky's gritted teeth faded into a sort of smile as he undid the button of his slacks, slowly pushing them down from his waist to his knees, and then all the way down to his ankles. The yellow-green orc knelt down, pulling at his shoes, helping him out of them, and then his pants slid off, as well. With just his suit jacket, shirt, tie, and underwear left, he felt far more exposed, but...

But at the same time, his shaft, throbbing down the leg of his boxers, was harder than ever. The bloated head oozed down along his leg, dripping around the curve of his knee, and he groaned as the orc stroked him through the silken underwear.

"Looks like someone's been all pent up."

"Mmmph...I just...you made me..."

"Heh, I don't do anything to my Boys that they don't want." The orc stood up. "The name's Bolar. What's yours?"

"Sparky."

"Well, Sparky. You want more, don't you?"

Sparky wanted to shake his head, to lay into the other man for what had been done to him. Instead, he found himself nodding, and...somehow, he felt even hotter for it, even hornier. Like the very act of being honest had already given him more pleasure.

"Well, Boy. I'll tell ya what I tell everyone. You get three freebies. After that, I'll ask ya to be something more than just a little bit of fun. You understand me?"

"I...think so..."

"Heh...you had one, but I don't think ya do. Let me show ya."

Bolar pulled him by the arm towards the back of the apartment, and despite the situation, he couldn't help but follow. There was something bizarrely compelling about the powerful orc, and it went beyond the mere sexual. There was something about his presence that made it that much harder to deny him something, to hold back and just be there. He had to obey. He had to give him something.

They went to the bedroom, and he stared as he realized that he'd interrupted some obvious 'play' time between Bolar and the red-haired orc. The submissive one was on all fours in the center of the bed, legs spread slightly to allow better access to his ass, and his hole was already swollen, pulled, stretched.

"Aruk here's already ready for some play. But I think you could use some more prep, don't you think, Boy?"

"What...were you..."

"Fingers, Boy. And then a fist, but ya interrupted me before we could start. Now...ya want to stay, or ya want to go?"

The idea of a fist going up his ass was something that he had never seriously considered before. Sure, there had been fantasies here and there of being filled with something big, but always something that was a little bigger than cock, not something that large. He stared at that big, green ass, his cock rising as if he was going to fuck it, but his hole kept clenching, throbbing, pulling tight.

Do you want it?

"I...want to stay," Sparky admitted. "But -"

"Ah ah."

Bolar grabbed him by the shoulder, then gave him a stiff-armed shove. He tumbled forward, hitting the bed, and he groaned as he fell to all fours. The feeling was almost like being back in the park, and he blushed as he realized just how vulnerable his ass was in that position. He couldn't really easily shift, either, particularly with the big guy on his right and Bolar behind him.

"You stay, you do what you're told, Boy. Understand?"

"...I understand."

"And that means calling me 'sir', to start. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now..."

The muscular orc stepped back into view, walking around the bed and kneeling by the nightstand. He rooted through the drawer for a moment, then turned around with a small vial in hand. Shaking it up, the orc uncapped it, holding it to Sparky's lips.

"Drink."

"But -"

"Three."

Obey.

With an alacrity that surprised him, Sparky opened his mouth. Whatever was in the vial got poured over his tongue and down his throat, and he swallowed without even thinking about it. By the time that he thought that he should have held back, it was too late. The contents of the vial were already in his guts, and already taking effect.

He gasped, his body burning up in seconds, feeling like a fire was running through his veins and right down to his cock and balls. The already-stiff shaft started rising from his underwear, dragging along the legs of his boxers and pushing up. The fabric strained, trying and failing to hold his cock down, and some little micro-tears started to show as the massive shaft fought against its imprisoning garment.

"Three. Four. Take it off."

Sparky was more than happy to start pulling his underwear off at that point, and he barely needed the words to keep him obedient. At that point, it was more a matter of comfort, something to get rid of before it started making him feel worse.

He tossed the underwear to the floor, leaving him in his shirt, tie, and jacket. He started to reach for that, only for the orc to stop him.

"No."

"Nnnngh..."

"It looks hotter that way."

He blushed, lowering his head as he went back to just staying on all fours. Bolar walked around him, disappearing from view. Half-hoping to reassure himself, he glanced at Aruk, wondering what the orc was thinking of all this.

Nothing much, from the distant look on his face. The emerald orc looked like he was in a trance, too, one that was enforced far harder than his own. Big, muscular, the bearded orc had all the looks of someone that should be in charge, but just like him, had submitted to Bolar. There was something almost too powerful about the other orc, something that just demanded obedience, even from his own species.

He barely had a chance to wonder what would happen to him before something cool drizzled over his hole. He didn't quite gasp, but he did hiss softly, pushing out a quick breath through his teeth. Sparky started to look over his shoulder -

"Three. Stay."

He groaned under his breath. He wanted to know what was going on, but instead, he could only look straight ahead. The cool stuff - lube, he thought - was getting rubbed between his cheeks, teased against his pucker. A finger that was thicker than average rubbed against his hole, nudging it, pushing on it. He was still slightly sore from the night before, but not enough to make it feel bad to get touched like that.

Not enough to take away his nerves, either. He shivered every time that he felt that digit rubbing against his rim, almost pushing in, then pulling back, pushing and rubbed, dragging along his taint, then back to his rim again. Over, around, over, around -

Squelch.

He almost jumped, only to realize that it wasn't his hole being fingered just yet. No, that was Aruk's. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out the orc's big green dick swinging forward, almost like Bolar was manipulating it through fingering the big guy. Sparky wondered if his own dick would start dancing like that, if it would start throbbing, swinging forward as his prostate was teased, or -

"AH!"

He gasped as his hole parted before a well-lubed finger, feeling the familiar slight burn of something stretching his pucker. Not something huge, not nearly as big as Aruk's cock had been the night before, but still something bigger than he was entirely ready for. He shivered, his breath coming a bit faster for a second, shakier.

In, out, in, out, the finger went. Never slowing, never speeding up, just...relentless. It kept pushing in, kept rubbing along his inner walls, always pushing and nudging. It felt almost more like a machine than anything living, something that was pushing him down, that was reminding him - or trying to remind him - of his place. His head hung down, his breath came faster, harsher. He wanted to pull out of this, but -

"Nnngh..."

A second finger, making it hotter, tighter inside. He could feel it now, could almost feel the blunt edge of the orc's fingernails inside of him. The roughness, the harshness of it added to the feeling of raw embarrassment that he was letting this happen, but...but his cock...

It throbbed, swinging forward, a wet slap against his chest. Every time that those fingers parted, spread, scissored inside of him, they touched something. His prostate? Something else? He didn't know, but the way that they rubbed against his inner walls made it feel like his dick was dancing to someone else's tune, and he didn't know how to control himself with that.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath, lowering his head to the pillows, looking back at his own cock. It was huge, the sort of cock that bitches looked for, the sort of cock that bitches broke themselves on. Except, now, it wasn't throbbing from worship, but from the constant domination of those two -

Three! Three fingers now, he realized as he felt the third one pushing at his rim. It hesitated for a moment, fighting, clenching, but those magic fingers slid in. He moaned out loud, his cock straining and popping along the sides, little veins starting to show in ways that he had never, ever felt before. His cock felt so painfully hard, and it felt so fucking good.

"Ah!"

Squelch. Aruk must have been getting more, as well, and Bolar confirmed it. The orc master whispered over them.

"Aruk is taking the full fist now. He's a good Boy. Do you want to be a good Boy, hmm?"

The thought of taking more than three fingers was terrifying, but at the same time -

"Four."

He moaned, his fingers curling into fists. He was getting played like a fiddle, and he was loving it. Loving it so much more than he had ever loved his fantasies. Before he realized it, he was nodding against the bed.

A fourth finger popped in, wiggling inside of him, teasing him. Four fingers, pushing so far in and gripping his rim the way that he imagined someone would grip a handhold while climbing. He could feel the thumb pressing against his ass cheek, too, something that made him shiver more. Being held possessively. Being claimed. Being held so tight that he might never escape that dominant grip.

Then out.

Then -

"One."

One finger slid in, pressing down on his prostate as if it were just a pleasure button. As he moaned, the second digit rubbed his rim.

"Two."

Look. Listen. He moaned, his ears pricked up, his eyes flicking over to Aruk as he watched the big, green orc shiver and moan from being penetrated again and again, his face showing emotion for the first time since Sparky had arrived. The fisting was driving the other man all but mad.

"Three."

Look. Listen. Obey. He moaned, arching his back, lifting his ass up that little bit further, self-correcting his stance by looking at the orc and realizing how it would be better if he just offered himself that way to the third finger.

"Four."

Look. Listen. Obey. Enjoy. Four fingers, gripping him, holding him. He felt like he was in the inescapable grip of something almost supernatural, something that would never allow him to get away. He moaned out loud, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"Five."

Pop. The full fist. All five fingers. The hand. It clenched into a full fist inside of him, and it almost felt like it seized hold of something that was essential to him, something that was part of him, something that was core to what he was. He panted, his eyes wide, feeling like he should be cumming right then and there, but it just didn't come to him. Nothing came to him. He was just...there. Just staring straight ahead, his cock and balls trembling, the latter dribbling, but no relief.

"Good Boy."

"Ah...ah..."

"Don't cum."

The order came through in a very different way than before. It hit him harder, the aphrodisiacs coursing through him combined with the raw pleasure of a fist and those words - those powerful words - in him making it impossible to resist. Sparky kept staring straight ahead as that fist slowly popped out of his hole, leaving him feeling gaped, open, empty.

"Aruk, up."

They did a little adjusting, the emerald orc moving out of the way as Bolar got on the bed. The master orc leaned back, head against the headboard, and his legs spread a bit. He patted the bed in front of him, and Sparky moved a bit closer. They sat themselves so that they were cock to cock, their shafts pointing straight up. Despite the dominant nature Bolar put off, his cock was smaller than Sparky's, and not by just a little bit. A good two and a half inches separated them, and seeing that was a slight balm to Sparky's ego.

"What...now?" he managed to ask between gasps for breath.

"Now, Aruk will be a good Boy, and ride us."

"Mmmph..."

"Do not cum."

The words hadn't been said again, but he could still feel their grip. Particularly when Bolar lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist again. It felt like it was still in him, still wrapped around his prostate and giving it a tight squeeze. He moaned under his breath, nodding as his cock twitched a few times.

Bolar grabbed both their dicks by the base, pulling them together and pointing them up properly. The muscular emerald orc straddled them, panting softly, holding himself up on the balls of his feet. That other cock pointed right at Sparky, but since he couldn't cum, he didn't feel that bothered. He didn't think that Aruk could, either.

Then again, he wasn't really thinking that much anymore.

That muscular ass pressed back against his cock. His bigger shaft meant that he got the first chance to start penetrating the other man, and despite the fact that Aruk had been fisted hard just now, he didn't feel gaping, loose, not the way that Sparky felt right then. He envied the orc for a split second.

Then the first little feeling of penetration began, and he moaned at the silky, smooth feeling of sliding into someone else.

This...this is me, right? he thought. This is what...what I'm supposed to be...

In the very back of his mind, in a pit of pleasure that he had never dared to fully explore, he couldn't help but compare this to the feeling of being on his knees, of getting fisted, of being controlled, of being unable to help himself. Comparing this to that...it didn't really hold up in the same way.

At the same time, that silken asshole felt amazing to his drugged self. He moaned, his hands clenching on the sheets, his eyes rolling back as the orc lowered himself further and further. Despite getting fisted, that ass had a hard grip on the head of his cock already, and he swore that the inner walls were already milking him, pushing him, driving him closer and closer to his -

Don't cum.

"Nnngh..."

He moaned under his breath, feeling the tightness pulling at him, begging him to cum, but that simple command resonated through him. The pleasure, the need, it begged for the release, but at the same time...

Sparky clenched his muscles, trying to hold back, and was immediately rewarded with yet more pleasure, the reward of obedience, the reward of doing what he was told. He groaned, rolling his hips slightly, his balls bumping Bolar's, and Bolar's bumping his.

Aruk lowered himself further, and soon, the orc was swallowing up his master's cock as well as Sparky's own. The feeling of sharing that hole with a second shaft, one that was nearly as thick as his own, was a brand new experience. It forced that hole wider, made it feel that much tighter around his own dick, and he gasped for breath as his oversensitive rod was forced to go further, deeper, further, deeper.

Don't cum.

Bolar kept reminding him with a look and that clenched fist. Look. Listen. Obey. Enjoy. And whatever the fifth one was, it still hit him hard, making him obey, making him want to enjoy himself by doing what he was told. It kept pulling him down, forcing him into that place that wanted to be a good boy, wanted to be a good Boy.

Aruk rolled his hips, taking it further, deeper. Each time he bounced, he took the pair of them to the hilt, took them all the way to the base before rising up again. Sparky moaned, his eyes clenching tight.

"Ah...ah..."

Don't cum.

The command was too strong for him to ignore. He could not cum, no matter how hard his balls tried to pull up, no matter how stiff his cock got, no matter how good the pleasure was. He whimpered, half-hating it, half-loving it, his cock in the control of someone else. It was almost as if it wasn't even his cock anymore, no matter how big and studly it was. His powerful, meaty cock belonged to someone else, and it was someone else's to control and pleasure as they wanted.

Nothing but a dildo. Nothing but a fucking flesh dildo.

He moaned out loud, slamming his fists against the bed in desperation to cum, but his body obeyed the command. He did not cum. He did not cum. He. Did. Not. Cum.

Bolar did, however. He felt the splatter against his shaft, felt the ooze of the master orc's seed running down his cock as Aruk kept riding them. The need did not abate. The hunger to cum did not recede, but the utter need that he felt for the sheer pleasure of that hole kept growing. He moaned, his sounds getting louder and louder as he fell flat on his back, unable to stay upright with all the pleasure coursing through him.

If he had been able to speak, if he had been able to form words, he might have begged, pleaded for the chance to release. He felt like he was on the verge, like he could cum at any second, but the more that it went on, the more good it felt to hold back, and the better it felt to obey. To obey and enjoy. To be a good Boy. He whimpered between his moans, not understanding what was happening to him.

With a sudden clench, Aruk stopped. Sparky opened his eyes to see the orc arching his back, and as if in slow motion, that big green dick pointed at him jumped. Once, twice, three times before spewing its load. Thick, heavy orc cum splattered against his chest, and then his chin, with the final string going right over his face. He felt it, the heat, the warmth, the everything that came from it, and he gasped in shock and pleasure alike, unable to believe what was happening.

I'm...I'm getting...

He was covered in the thick seed of the submissive orc, unable to get out from under it. He stared straight ahead, lucky that none of it landed in his eyes. He just kept staring, even as Aruk slowly slid off their cocks. His own massive shaft slapped against his belly, and he whimpered, his hands hovering over it. Just a few strokes would be enough to finish him, but just like that morning, he couldn't bring his hands down to his own cock to do the job. All he could do was stare at it.

Bolar got out of bed, chuckling to himself as he did so. He gestured at Aruk.

"Take care of him. Get him cleaned up, and then take him home."

"Yes, Master."

The emerald orc helped him to his feet, dragging and carrying him to the shower. Sparky didn't care that they were going to have to shower together. He was well past that point of embarrassment, particularly with having just fucked the big guy. No, no, not fucked, he realized. They were past that point. He had just been part of the show that Bolar had enjoyed, part of a three-person show that had been organized entirely for the dominant orc's pleasure.

Somehow, that wasn't demeaning. If anything, it was empowering, sexy, something that he had never thought about before. His cock throbbed all the harder as he imagined what else he would be put through, and he groaned under his breath as he realized that the painful need to cum was rapidly becoming something else. It was shifting from the urge to release to being more of an urge to be controlled, to remain pent up for as long as he could.

What is happening to me?

There was no answer, not from the apartment, not from Bolar, and certainly not from Aruk. All he got was a shower, his clothes, and then a ride, a ride that was even quieter than the shower.

What is happening to me?

The End

Summary: Sparky wakes up to the memory of the night before, and realizes some of what he went through. He goes to confront Bolar about it, but finds himself sinking further into the orc's control.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Double Penetration, Orc, Roegadyn, Big Cock, Double Anal, Fisting, Fingering, Hypnosis, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Cum, Corruption, Series, Threesome, Master/Submissive, Orgasm Control,