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Green Dominos

Part 3

For aruk

By Draconicon

Two nights in a row, Sparky had returned to his apartment completely drained, his energy levels through the floor, and messy from all the 'fun' that he'd been put through. Two nights in a row, he'd been dragged down into a sub-space that he didn't know he had, and had been put through the wringer. Two nights in a row, he had been someone that he swore that he wasn't, and he enjoyed it.

The morning after, he woke up, spread-eagle on his own bed, his arms and legs feeling almost sore, and his hole...well, 'sore' wasn't the word. It felt...swollen, pulsing, almost like it was still coming back together. He didn't want to reach down there. He was half-sure that he'd find it stretched, gaping, and he didn't know what he'd want if he felt that. He didn't trust himself anymore.

Instead, he stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly as he tried to focus on figuring out what was wrong with himself. Something had to be, if he was going through this over and over and over again, no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

You want to be a good Boy...

Bolar's voice continued to echo in the back of his mind, reminding him of just how good that had felt. He groaned, picking up one pillow and covering his face for a moment. That was stupid, as it jammed his glasses right against his face, and he grumbled as he threw the pillow away, sitting up and rubbing his face with his hands instead.

"Stop...stop...stop..."

Good Boy...

The echo of that phrase sent shivers down his spine, shivers of pleasure that he didn't want to want. They were just...ugh. They felt good. They felt right, in the way that they took some of the choice out of his hands. It kept him from feeling ashamed at what he did, and that meant that he could enjoy just...slutting out. Submitting. Being a bitch to someone else, because it wasn't his choice.

"Ugh...Stop!"

But he couldn't. The images in his mind's eye, the perverted imagination that he'd never known he had, was in full force. It was burning through him, reminding how good it had felt to be filled with a fist, how he had enjoyed fucking another slut, how he had gone through the whole thing without the slightest bit of hesitation.

And more, how good it felt to have his cock controlled.

He looked down between his legs. His cock had always seemed like such a massive, powerful thing, something that he'd need to be careful with if he ever got with someone. Yet, not only had Aruk been able to take the whole thing with ease, but he had allowed it to be controlled by someone else.

By Bolar.

Every time that he thought of that orc, every time that the yellow-green tint of his skin popped into Sparky's mind, he felt a throb through his needy cock. His balls were still so full, so needy, so eager for relief, but even as he reached for his cock to give it what it needed, he realized that he couldn't.

Good Boys are Owned.

A new phrase, and one that made him blush, hard. The need to be owned, to have Bolar take it further...

"Ugh..."

He couldn't even say no, anymore. He didn't want to say no, even though it felt humiliating for him, someone of Roedagyn blood, to allow someone else to take that level of control over him. He threw himself out of bed, running to the bathroom and turning the water to cold. He made sure that it was freezing before stepping under the flow.

It stopped some of the burning need that was coursing through his veins, but it didn't extinguish the fire that was burning deep down between his legs. His balls still felt full and needy, and his hole...his hole wanted something deep inside, something thick, something that wouldn't come from him or anything that he had in the house. He needed something else, too, something that marked him, something that showed what he really was.

Sparky groaned, rubbing around his neck as he imagined someone else taking that from him, too. Not just the freedom to cum and enjoy himself as he would, but the freedom to be himself. The freedom to look free.

A collar...would he make me wear...

He remembered that Bolar had said that there were only three free sessions before a Boy had to make a choice. He had already gotten two, which meant that if he went back, then he'd need to make a decision if he wanted anything else. Did he trust himself to go there and make a safe, sober decision?

Not really. Not after he had already gotten to this point of being so pleasure-drunk that he was taking a freezing shower and it wasn't doing a thing to calm him down. His cock was still rock hard, and even though he was shivering hard, he couldn't stop thinking of sex. Couldn't stop thinking of being pushed against the wall and getting fucked. Couldn't stop thinking of his balls and his cock being under someone else's control, used and abused and put to whatever use that his owner, his MASTER told him to put them to.

They'd probably get big. Big and fat and full, something that swung between his legs, something that made him think about how horny he was all the time. Bolar seemed the sort that wanted to keep his Boys from thinking of anything but obedience. They were going to have full, churning balls at all times.

He reached down, pulling at his sac, and he groaned at how heavy they felt already, how much they wanted to be released. It had only been one night, and yet, it felt like he had been on denial for almost a week.

It took more self-control than he wanted to admit to pull his hand back from his balls, and more still to reach back and turn off the water. He stepped out of the shower, taking a few shaky breaths as he toweled off.

"I have to...I have to go back..."

Saying it out loud made it a little more tolerable. Not much, but a little. It felt like it was a real decision rather than something that he was being forced to do, though whether that was true or not, he didn't know.

He remembered, this time. He remembered the numbers, the hypnosis, the trigger words. Such simple things. Numbers. Just numbers, but -

He recalled the closed fist, and he shivered as he stood up straight, his cock throbbing over the edge of the bathroom sink. A single droplet of pre-cum came from the tip, rolling down the underside of his shaft, and somehow, he felt every inch of its passage along the mammoth pillar of flesh.

"Nnnngh...Look...Listen...Obey...Enjoy..."

And whatever the fifth one was. The closed fist of all five fingers, something that felt like it had reached into him and claimed him right then and there. Sparky shivered from head to toe, forcing the mental image out of his head and focusing on literally anything else.

Get dressed.

Get going.

That was what he needed to do. He quickly found his day to day clothes, rather than the suit, and left with alacrity. He had no idea what he'd find at Bolar's apartment, but he knew that it was probably better to leave the fancy stuff behind.

The orc's apartment was more familiar today, and this time, he smelled the scent of sex from the hallway. Thick, musky, without any care of the neighbors and whether they knew what was going on, it hit him had enough to get him twitching in his pants. His erection had refused to go down since waking up, and this only seemed to turbo-charge his sensitivity and his need even further.

He stopped at the door, knowing what he'd see on the other side. He knew that there was already going to be something naughty going on between Bolar and Aruk, between the Master and his Boy, but he didn't know if he could bring himself to be part of it. He didn't know...

He knew that he wanted to be there.

He knew that he had needs.

He was just...scared of them. Scared of what giving in would do to him, what he would become if he was just that sort of slut, that sub, that bitch to the other man. Shivers of need ran down his spine, little urges to give in to that humiliation, that arousal, while at the same time there was that desperation to find some way to save himself.

The need to be part of it won out, and he knocked on the door. It swung open, and Bolar stood there, still in the leathers from the day before, and smiled.

"Well, well. Back again?"

"You did this...you made me want this."

"I just opened your mind, Boy. Come in."

The orc stepped out of the way, and he walked in. This time, rather than having to go all the way to the bedroom, he found the naughtiness happening right there in the living room. Aruk was kneeling on the floor, his mouth open, some strings of pre-cum already running down his face. Clearly, he had walked in during the middle of some sort of oral scene, something that had left the emerald-skinned orc rather needy, judging by that throbbing cock down below, the perky nipples that were not just due to the piercings that weighed them down.

Bolar stepped up behind him, running a hand along his cock. Sparky gritted his teeth as his bulge was fondled, but couldn't bring himself to squirm free. The orc leaned up, whispering in his ear.

"This is already mine, ain't it?"

"Mmmph...it...may be..."

"Ya know what that means. If you want to get off...you're going to have to make a choice. If you want to feel that again...if you want to cum...you're going to have to make that choice. But for now...get naked."

He didn't know what his answer would be, but he knew that he needed this. His cock strained in his pants, his balls churned, and the powerful push from his libido meant that he wasn't thinking as 'straight' as he might have otherwise been. He pulled his shirt off, and his jeans followed, leaving his cock pointing straight ahead of him.

Before he could take a step towards Aruk, however, Bolar pulled him back with a hand on his shoulder. Sparky groaned, only to turn around and see that the orc was offering him the same vial of aphrodisiacs as the day before.

"You know it makes it better..."

He also knew that it fucked with his head, making it hard to think, making his already-potent need that much stronger. He should turn it down, he knew. He should focus on just what he was getting now, not slide further into the addiction that was growing by the second.

At the same time...

Remembering how sensitive his body had been when he had been under the influence of the drugs sent a shiver down his spine. It was good. So good. Just thinking of it right then and there, he could feel the tingles running up from his balls, the throbs of fantasy from his cock, the soft pulse and throb from between his ass cheeks as they wanted to feel good again. To feel that good again.

Impossible to feel that way normally.

Impossible to be that good without the aphrodisiacs.

Need it.

"Nnngh...just...just one more..."

"Take it, Boy."

Bolar's offer was all too easy to accept. He took the vial and drank it, feeling the heat as soon as it hit the back of his throat. He shuddered, stumbling forward a step, then another. He swore that he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, the heat and the need that it brought him focusing on his crotch, on his cock, on his asshole. Everything felt pulsing, filled with blood, hard, sensitive.

A step forward, his ass cheeks sliding, and he felt the muscular globes rubbing against his loosened hole. It would have been something so minor that he'd never feel it, normally, but at that moment, it was like a lightning bolt of pleasure just to have even his own flesh stroking at his pucker.

"Nnngh..."

"Go on. Give my Boy what he needs...a good face-fuck..."

The urge to ram his cock down the orc's throat was more than overpowering, and he barely managed another slow step before he grabbed the bearded orc by the back of his head and yanked him down. Soft lips were a precursor to the warmth of a good mouth and a tight throat, and he moaned as he bottomed out in one hard thrust.

How...how is he taking it?

The question was impossible to answer, not least because it was the least of his concerns right then. Yet, Aruk had taken the whole fourteen inch length without the slightest gag, without the slightest bit of discomfort. He groaned as he felt the tight clench around his shaft, the way that the orc was already swallowing around him and milking him of pre-cum, trying to get the full load right off the bat.

Well, if he wanted it, then he was happy to try and give it. He pulled back and rammed in again, and again, feeling the velvety smooth walls of that throat clenching around him, sucking him, pulling him in. He moaned with each swallow, the heat around his cock making him want more, need more. In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward and battering that chin, feeling the soft hair against his sac and making him all the more aware of how much lower they felt like they were hanging. They weren't, but it felt like it.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling that swallow, that tight grip around his cock. He moaned under his breath, ramming in, pulling back, feeling his rhythm getting faster and faster, more and more steady. The orc didn't push forward, but didn't pull back. He just completely submitted to being a cock-sleeve for him.

Is this...is this...

He imagined himself down there, imagined what it would be like to be bound up in nothing more than the will of his Master, feeling a cock thrusting down his throat like that. Could he...want that?

The answer came in a hard throb from his cock, begging for that very thing. His cheeks burned in humiliation as he imagined himself down there, but the image refused to leave his head. Him as the cock-sleeve. Him as the slut. Him as the sub.

The harder that he thrust away, though, the more aware he was that he didn't have what he needed to blow his load. He needed more than this, more than the eager throat, more than the wet hole around his cock. He needed...

Bolar stepped up behind him, that thick shaft sliding between Sparky's cheeks. He gasped at that, looking over his shoulder.

"You know what you need, Boy. Say it."

"I...I..."

"Three."

"Nnngh..." He gritted his teeth, but the command forced it from him, regardless. "I want...I need...something inside me..."

"Something like this?"

The fat cock throbbing between his cheeks. The big orc's fat cock between his cheeks. That thing, that powerful rod, that would push his prostate and then break him. The cock that belonged to the orc that had made him want to be on the bottom rather than on the top. The cock that belonged to the orc that had made him want to surrender his own bigger, mightier, meatier shaft to his purposes.

"...Yes..."

"Take it, then. Three. Four."

Almost too happy for the excuse, Sparky thrust his ass back as soon as Bolar had his cock in place. The feeling of it spreading him open was even better than the feeling of Aruk's cock, better than what it had been in the park. This...this was what he needed. He moaned out loud, feeling his balls rising, but not quite going all the way up. Not quite enough to spurt his load into the other orc, not just yet.

"Nnngh..."

"Just keep riding it, Boy..."

He was little more than the dildo between the dominant orc and the slut orc, each thrust slamming him forward, then pulling him back, using his body to ram into that throat. Aruk glukked, panted, groaned under him each time that he was forced forward. The feeling of being used should have been rather embarrassing, but instead, it felt...

It felt good. He felt useful.

In, out, in, out, until Bolar finally called a halt. There was a feeling of pleasurable need, a feeling of urgency in his balls, but this time, it didn't feel cruel. It felt good to be on the edge, good to hold back until he was told. This was...

This was where he...

"On your back..."

At first, he thought that the command was meant for him, but no. It was meant for the big orc. Aruk slid down to the ground, his mouth sliding off Sparky's cock - though not without leaving a string of drool connecting the pair of them - and got onto his back. He laid down, legs spread, pulling his ankles up and over his head in the process.

Bolar pushed him down, and he was soon pressing his cock head right up against the other orc's ass. He was going to be split between the two of them, he realized, and he groaned as he was bucked forward, one good thrust from Bolar forcing his cock into the orc beneath him.

In, in, in, each thrust bucking him in that much deeper, forcing his cock further in, using his greater size to fuck the orc in a way that Bolar might have struggled with, what with his shorter cock. Sparky groaned, feeling the tight walls squeezing around his cock, always thinking that his orgasm was right around the corner, only to be surprised when he was made to hold out that little bit longer, that little bit further, making him suffer from the need that kept building up.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Doesn't that feel better?" Bolar muttered. "Good Boys get this all the time..."

"Nnngh...I want to...I want to..."

"What do you want, Boy?'

That was the hard part. He didn't know. He honestly didn't know anymore. His head waa spinning, the drugs heating his blood to the point that he barely understood what was up, what was down, what anything but pleasure was.

The thick cock in his hole, the pressure on his prostate, kept his cock dribbling. The sucking walls, the clenching velvet flesh around his shaft kept him from going soft, but he couldn't cum. He just...couldn't...cum.

Bolar's hand reached around, cupping his balls as he kept getting fucked, thrust forward against Aruk. The emerald orc under him moaned, groaned, that meaty cock throbbing and spitting pre-cum against his belly and against the sub orc's, as well.

"See how much happier my Boy is?" Bolar grunted. "That's what happens...when ya give in...when ya let yourself be...what you really are..."

"Mmmph...when someone's...your Boy?"

"When they're mine...yeah..."

Aruk was almost constantly gripping his cock, his hole pulsing and clenching, squeezing and milking him like there was no tomorrow. It was almost like there was some machine down there rather than a person, something that was determined to get him off, that was loving his cock more than a person should be able to do. The orc kept grunting, kept moaning, kept squirting with each thrust that Bolar forced out of him, making him ram deeper, further, further, further!

He groaned as he swore that his cock and balls were nearly on fire from the exercise that they were being put through. He moaned under his breath, then out loud as he kept getting ground between the two of them, his eyes rolled back in their sockets from the pleasurable 'abuse' that he was taking.

"Nnngh..."

"That could be you, Boy...all ya gotta do...is take it..."

"Nnngh...he doesn't...I could..."

"Aruk. Boy. Cum."

And just like that, Aruk came. With nothing more than a command, the emerald orc came, and came hard, his body spasming under Sparky. The sudden extra tightness around his cock was almost enough to drag him over the edge himself, and the sheer explosion of cum below, something that belied the sheer amount of pre-cum that had been milked in the last few minutes, was a sight to be seen. Each shot of white seed, musky and hot, filled the air with more of that scent of sex that had been burning his nose for the last few minutes, and he shivered as he realized just how soaked with it he was going to be.

Aruk kept cumming, soaking himself with his seed, and by the end of it, Sparky had soaked up more than his fair share, as well. His chest hair, his belly, even his crotch had been brushed with it, leaving him reeking of man. He moaned, his cock twitching, trembling from the overstimulation. Yet...Bolar's control kept him from letting loose himself.

"All ya gotta say, Boy..."

"I want it."

"What was that?"

"I want...I need..."

"Heh...say it, Boy. Say it nice and loud."

Sparky's last bit of hesitation fell away, particularly as Bolar pushed in deeper still, pinning him against the trembling orc below. He could feel that throbbing cock, still hard, still stiff and oozing against his belly, despite the orgasm. That could be him. That level of submission, that level of control -

"I want to be your slut! I want to be your sub. I want to be yours!"

"Good Boy."

That phrase alone was almost enough to push him the rest of the way over the edge, but it wasn't until Bolar reached out and pulled something from under the little table beside them that he realized just how far he'd gone. A half-seen leather collar blurred at the edge of his vision, and then it was wrapped around his neck, pulled tight in less than a second. He gasped, pressing one hand to his throat in disbelief, only to find that it was all too real. It was very, very real, as a matter of fact, and it was just tight enough to pull at his breathing, making him focus on how much air he actually had.

Then, Bolar pulled back on it. Not hard enough to cut off his air entirely, but hard enough that he still gasped as he was yanked back, further onto that shaft. The yellow-green orc leaned in, whispering.

"Cum."

And that was enough. Sparky spasmed, thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock all the deeper in Aruk in that moment. His scream of pleasure was a roar of need, and he came harder than he could ever remember cumming in his life. Even the orgasm in the park was nothing compared to this.

"RAAAAAGH!"

Pulse, throb, release. The utter power of his orgasm rushed through him, making his cock feel harder, bigger, more intense than ever before. He swore that the orc's hole throbbed, pulling tighter around his shaft, almost like it was trying to squish him back down, but there was nothing that could be done against the manhood that had been unleashed.

Pulse, throb, squirt. He could feel each and every rope of seed passing up his shaft, could feel every little clench, every throb, every splash of pleasure that came as an echo afterward. Pulse, throb, squirt. Pulse, throb, squirt. Each splash of cum felt bigger than the last as it was finally allowed to come free.

And Aruk welled beneath him as he came, the emerald orc swelling in the guts as he kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Each shot was something that much stronger than the last, and he moaned as he felt the cock slime coating his shaft, oozing past that hole, running down to his balls.

More and more kept getting milked from him, too, Bolar's thrusts driving right up against his prostate and demanding that he let out that much more. He moaned under his breath, his hands in fists against the ground as he was pummeled forward. His hips could not move save for when Bolar moved them for him, slamming him forward, pulling him back with his sheer thickness. Sparky was vaguely aware that he had tightened up, too, that his entire body was spasming in a mini-seizure as he came, his muscles tight and milking the big orc's cock, pulling it in, trying to keep it from pulling out.

It didn't work, of course, but it was what his body wanted from him. He groaned, feeling his orgasm pulled out, extended, dragged out longer and longer until he wondered how he was still oozing anything, how there could be anything left in his balls.

Finally, he collapsed, faintly aware of there being another load left in his ass, too. He groaned softly, shivering as he felt that pleasure washing over him, the sense of fulfilment of pleasing his Master washing over him.

Was...was this what I was...

Afraid of?

In need of?

His head was swimming, lost in pleasure, drowning in the overwhelming stimulation that he had been put through. Thought was difficult, to put it mildly, but he was still quite happily enjoying himself. He leaned down, his head just over Aruk's, due to their positioning, and he felt both the creampie in his ass and the one that he had left in Aruk's oozing out slowly. His faster, of course, as the Master pulled out of him. The sense of warmth running down his taint and over his balls was rather nice.

The Master helped him roll over, and as his cock popped out of Aruk, the submissive orc groaned. The pleasure had clearly been mutual. The pair of them were painted with seed, oozing with it, and they were a sweaty mess from head to toe from the hard work of taking it and giving it. They both stared at the ceiling for a moment, only to see their Master looming over them.

"Boys."

Their Master held up his hands, and then clenched them into fists. Aruk and Sparky both gasped, arching their backs, not sure if the feeling was more of a hand around their hearts or around their prostates, or both. Regardless, they were lifted up as Bolar slowly opened his hands.

"One. Look."

They nodded slowly, staring at the slowly waving finger. It was joined by a second digit shortly after.

"Two. Listen."

Yes. Listen. Good boys listened, and good Boys listened even better than that. They nodded as the third finger came up, slowly waving back and forth with the others.

"Three. Obey."

Yes. Obedience was key for the Boys. Obedience meant that they were being good, that they were doing what the Master needed of them. No good Boy would ever be anything less than obedient.

"Four. Enjoy."

Yes. They enjoyed what they did, and that meant that they would always do what they were told. It made them feel good to do what they were told, to enjoy the feeling of being -

"Five. Submit."

And just like that, the clenching of a fist, as Bolar wrapped his hands around their minds, their hearts, their souls. He owned them, claimed them, kept them, and so long as he was there, so long as they remembered to look, listen, obey, and enjoy, he would never let them go. They moaned together, and despite their orgasms, their cocks were soon rising again, throbbing, all but pissing pre-cum as they presented themselves to their Master all over again.

"Good Boys. Heh. I have a pair of very good Boys."

The Master stood between them, his hands on their cocks, and the slow squeeze-stroke that followed was both a heart-warming thing and one that kept their hearts beating fast. Sparky was still floating on pleasure, unable to think clearly. The drugs were still in his system, and probably would be for some time. Would that change how he felt? He doubted it. The sense of submission running through him made him feel complete for the first time in a long time, and he felt protected under the influence of Bolar. It felt like the world could do what it wanted. There was nothing that it could do to hurt him, not when he was here.

He thrust his hips forward when he was invited with a particular kind of squeeze, and Aruk did the same, idly thrusting into the Master's grip. Their cocks moved in tandem, almost machine-like as they offered them to the other orc. Bolar smiled, leaning in to whisper into Aruk's ear. Whatever he said, Sparky couldn't hear, but it seemed rather intimate, something that he should leave well enough alone.

Besides, shortly after, the Master turned to him and whispered to him, too.

"And you, Sparky. You did good. You came when you were called, and you admitted what ya needed. Good Boy. A very, very good Boy. My good Boy."

He would have blushed if it was something any more praising than that, but as it was more subdued, he just smiled. His cock throbbed at the praise, and he felt grateful that he had managed to please his Master as much as he had. He just hoped that he would be able to do the same again and again, for as long as he could. The Master deserved to be happy for all that he gave his Boys.

And he...he deserved to be happy as a good Boy. He was happy, he realized, happier than he had been at the accounting job, happier than he had ever been just jerking to the fantasy at home. Here he was, living the sort of life that he had always looked down on before, and here he was, enjoying it.

His cock throbbed. His ass clenched. He finally realized, this was his new life. It wasn't just something that he would drop in and out of, but rather rsomething that he could enjoy and take pleasure in for as long as he was willing to keep serving. He reached up to his collar, blushing. That was something that he had not expected, but it wasn't unwelcome. If anything, it was a good reminder of what he had become, a good way to remind himself of what he owed his Master.

"Come."

Master Bolar dragged them along by their cocks, pulling them through the apartment to the bedroom. The smaller orc shoved them into bed, and both he and Aruk hit the mattress, bouncing slightly, their cocks still throbbing for their Master's inspection. Master Bolar nodded at them, gesturing for them to slide into a 69 for him.

"It's time to see you practice...and whoever lasts longer will get me inside them again, next."

That was all that either of them needed to hear. Sparky darted for Aruk's cock, and Aruk went for his. While the foot-long shaft was still more than he was used to in his throat - he had gone through very little oral - Sparky was more than willing to learn. Particularly with the promised reward of his Master's cock between his cheeks again. He could already feel the ooze of the creampie slowing down, which meant that the mark would start fading from his rear end unless he got that big orc back there again. He moaned, already feeling the urges taking him again, and he thrust his mouth forward, taking Aruk's cock as deep as he could as the emerald orc returned the favor.

The race was on.

The End

Summary: Sparky returns one more time to try and alter his fate, but it turns out that it's a little harder than that...and maybe he might want to stay like this...

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Orc, Roegadyn, Oral, Blowjob, Face-Fuck, Hypnosis, Trigger Words, Anal, Threesome, Musk, Cum, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Aphrodisiacs, Series, Master/Submissive, Collar, Hard-On, Erection,