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The beach was quiet, though the faint sound of chatter could be heard from the tunnel. As the sound got louder, it was obvious it was two men, and sure enough, a few moments later, two human males emerged from the mouth of the tunnel.

"I told you it was right he-", the larger of the two men stopped as he stared out over the stretch of beach, the golden sand almost shimmering under the sun's rays. The smaller man followed his gaze over the beach. "So -this- is the 'oh-so great beach' you bragged so much about, Cliff?", he scoffed, though his somewhat surprised facial expression betrayed his astonishment. The man he was speaking to, Cliff, rolled his broad shoulders and blinked as he spotted a small tent nearby, the red and white striped structure wasn't there a moment ago he could swear, but nonetheless he sauntered over to it, his stride fairly relaxed despite the heavy armour he was wearing. "That's another thing, when did ya get the bright idea to travel through the Tanaris Desert wearing -that-", the other man sighed but followed on. Cliff ignored him, pulling back the curtain of the tent and quirked a brow, a look of utter confusion over his features. The tent, though fairly small from the outside, was very spacious, too spacious infact; the paladin guessed some form of enchantment, though his thoughts halted as he spotted a large box resting on a table. It seemed to be the only thing inside the tent so he walked upto it and opened it.

"Hey Gordon, have a look at what's in here!", the rogue pushed his way into the tent and approached the table, his eyes widening as he saw the contents of the box. Inside the box was a wide assortment of swimwear. The box lined with speedos and trunks in almost every colour you could imagine. He grinned widely. "Now -that's- what ya should be wearin' around here.", he rubbed his hands together as he looked over them. Cliff nodded. "Couldn't agree more", and with that, he snatched a red set and took a step back, beginning to remove his armour. Gordon just watched him, his grin widening as the knight slipped off his gauntlets and shoulderguards, kicking off his large boots and unclipping his belt. As he lifted off his chestpiece, the rogue licked his lips, his eyes locked on his lover's muscular chest. Muscular was an understatement, Cliff's torso was immense, two massive slabs of muscle made up his chest, each one almost fighting for space. Underneath that was his abdominals, a deeply cut brickwork of finely trained muscle, bulging out. "You're one damn sexy beast ya know that?", Gordon murred softly, reaching down and gently rubbing the quite considerable bulge forming in his tight leather pants. "Oh I do, and you haven't even seen the best part yet", Cliff chuckled deeply as he removed his leg armour, his thick legs ripped with muscles, his thighs almost like tree trunks, though Gordon's attention was on only one thing. Barely contained in a painfully-tight loincloth, was a gargantuan bulge, tears appearing over it from the sheer stress it was under. The paladin hooked his large fingers under the side of it and tore it clean off, releasing the monstrous shaft from it's prison, and with it, his massive balls. Gordon just stared at him, easily the sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on. He was a giant of a man in all ways; his height assured he towered over any other of his kin, but his colossal muscles made him a fearsome looking foe to anyone. Hands, feet, arms, legs, chest, crotch, every part of him was huge, and that was just what he loved about him.

He was so busy gawping that he'd only just realised Cliff had already slipped the speedos on. The red fabric clung very snugly around the barbarian's privates, stretched almost to bursting point by the immense package. "Nehehe, now that's a damn nice sight", a bead of drool left the smaller man's lips as he snickered. Cliff smirked, grabbing a black pair from the box and tossing it to Gordon. "Your turn".

The two were too wrapped up admiring each other, that they didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming from the nearby tunnel, getting gradually louder. Stepping out from the mouth of the cavern came a goblin, dressed in a sleeveless black robe though little else. He stared out over the strand with a rather puzzled look on his smooth, chiselled features. He heard some odd noises coming from a small tent near him, and decided to investigate. As he approached however, two large men stepped out from it, dressed only in tight swimwear. While a more-than-impressive sight to anyone, from his height they were only moreso, both men towering over him; the fact he was at crotch-height didn't help as both massively-overstuffed speedos stared him in the face, the goblin slowly looking upward to see them staring down at him, equally as puzzled. "Geh.....hey there....", the goblin shook his head, staring them firmly in the eyes. "Who are you guys and where the fel am I?". Cliff glanced around again briefly, idly scratching his chest as he looked back down. "Well i'm Cliff and this is-". "The name's Gordon, and this is apparently the best beach in all of Tanaris, at least that's what 'e says", Gordon poked Cliff's shoulder with a thumb. The goblin nodded slowly, letting his gaze slowly drift back over the two men's bodies, a slight grin forming over his lips. "Well, it's great to meetcha both, i'm Zixxle, I'm uhh....not really sure how I wound up here, last thing I remember I was riding the rocket to the southern Azshara terminal, and then suddenly i'm walkin' through some dank cave". Cliff blinked, looking somewhat uneasy as he turned to Gordon for a moment. "To tell the truth, i've never really been here before, I woke up a few nights ago and sort of...knew about this place, was kinda drawn here". "'Drawn' here huh? Sounds fishy t'me.", Gordon sighed as he looked around again, the feeling of unease forming inside him too. "What's in there?", Zixxle pointed to the tent behind the pair, trying to peer into it between their legs. The paladin stepped to the side, allowing the goblin access. "A changing room i'm guessing, just a trunk full of these in there", he gently patted his crotch, Zixxle's face burning slightly. "So...someone brought us 'ere and....wants us to...wear speedos?", Zixxle's grin returned. "I ain't complainin', but...who did all this?". The rogue of the trio suddenly looked out to sea, slowly stepping toward the shore. "Seems we might be findin' out".

The other two looked past him into the distance, on the horizon was the unmistakable silhouette of a ship, advancing toward them rather quickly. In only a moment they could see that it was a large pirate ship, and in another it had already docked at a small pier near them. After a double take, Zixxle scratched his head, not only had the boat seemed to get from the horizon to the shore in seconds, but the goblin hadn't noticed the pier that it had docked at until just then. "Ahoy there!", a loud, booming yell echoed from the deck of the ship; the figure of a large man leaned over the edge of the ship, smirking down at them. "Good to see you made it here safely, come onboard and say hi", and before they knew it, they found themselves on the deck of the large vessel, standing before them was the hulking frame of whom they guessed was the captain, judging by the stereotypical pirate hat and low-cut, white shirt. He was a night elf, standing at a height that rivalled Cliff and built rather similarly, with long, mossy green hair falling down his back and over his shirt. "It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Cliff, Gordon and Zixxle", the elf bowed before them, winking slyly as he looked down to the humans' wear. "How do you know us? I'm guessin' you're the bozo who summoned us 'ere", the goblin had a stern look on his face, clearly forced as his gaze kept falling to the night elf's rippling chest, bringing it back up to his face, or at least what he could see of it over his mountainous pecs. "'Bozo'...yes, I can understand why you may be upset. It was me and my brother who brought you here, infact we've just returned from bringing back a few more of you; Tarelion became quite impatient when you didn't come straight away, so we thought a plundering expedition was called for. Oh! Where are my manners, my name is Farelion, your joint-host while you're here at Longear Strand". Farelion stroked a finger lightly up one of his ears, giving the trio a charming smile. "You can't just kidnap people to have as your 'play-things' or whatever", Cliff scowled at his host. "Do not worry, you wont be here for too long, everything will be explained when everyone is here...ah, and here they are".

A number of people emerged from below deck, varying in race, size and build, though all male and all looking as equally perplexed by their surroundings. Behind them came another large night elf, infact he looked almost identical to Farelion, the only visible difference being his hair colour, rather than a green it was a dark, deep blue. "Welcome!", the green haired night elf boomed, his deep voice cutting through each of the 'guests'. "-to our humble abode, Longear Strand. Now, you may be wondering why you're here and what exactly is happening, well, we've been rather bored here on our lonesome, so we decided to invite a wide-array of guests for a day, to spend time in paradise". Tarelion joined his brother, hooking a large arm around his shoulder and looking out to the small crowd. "That's right, every wish, every fantasy, can be acted out right on this very beach. You see....", the blue haired elf waved a finger, one of the members of the crowd, an orc, was teleported before to twins, his armour falling to the ground, leaving the brute completely naked before the group, his powerful muscles lightly dusted in dark, fine hair. Farelion waved a finger, the orc grunting as his body began to grow, his muscles swelling in size, his feet soon twice as big as his height sky-rocketed. The orc halted, standing about twice the height and triple the girth he was originally, every part of him larger now. Zixxle revelling in the 'every', shamelessly gawping at his tremendous member hanging between his legs. "My brother and I have a rather unique gift, the power the alter reality to our will, we can change shape, size, conjure whatever or whomever we wish in the blink of an eye among other things". "Bringing you all here instantly is not fun at all though, so we thought we'd have an adventure of it, and here you all are.", he snapped his fingers, the orc returning to his normal size and teleporting back into the crowd, a few of them looking to him in awe and amazement. "Until midnight you'll be required to remain here, I say required, and at that point you'll be given a memento of your visit that will grant to access back here whenever you wish, that is if you choose to leave", he laughs lightly. "We'll be leaving you to your own devices, occasionally mingling with you, that will be your opportunity to...request anything you wish".

A large flash of light overcame the group who soon found themselves standing on the shimmering sand of the beach before a large cave, a flickering light evident within. "'This is Longear Cave, a small area of space that may at first appear as nothing more than a normal cave, though with our magic it can transform into any environment you could wish for. A dense jungle, a soothing grove, a....secluded bedroom...", the pair of night elves looked to each other and purred softly. "If you become tired of the sand and sea, feel free to come here and unwind". "I'm sure by now you're sick of our talk and wish nothing more than for some time for all of this to sink in, as well as meet your fellow guests, we thank your for your patience and wish you...good day", the pair then vanished, the crowd just staring at the space where they were standing for a few moments, before looking slowly between them.

Cliff and Gordon felt a wash of unease as they soon found everyone staring at them. "....ah...why don't we....introduce ourselves then?", Cliff mumbled rather nervously. "I'm Cliff Fittir, I worked for a while as a paladin in Stormwind but I decided to go into freelance mercenary work", he bowed his head to the group, nudging Gordon who grumbled to himself. "Gordon Bigwudd, I work with the big guy here and lead the Savagemoon Mercenaries, a band of...well...yeah", he coughed into his hand, shooting Zixxle a death-glare. The goblin reeled slightly, grinning nervously at the group. "Zixxle Zapscrew's the name, i'll fix you up nice an' proper for a modest fee", his wicked smirk soon returned to his face. "Now who's next?", he shot his gaze toward the now re-armoured orc, the rest of the mass of people looking to him also. The orc grunted and saluted. "Nukir, grunt from Stonard". A troll standing by him immediately took on a worried look at the orc's short speech, hesitantly stepping forward; he had bright green hair jutting back from his head, and wore a long, opulent robe which hung over his lithe frame. "Ah be Jhunya. Ah weave da power o' Hoodoo ta 'eal mah friends", he nodded, a deep blush plastered over his face. He looked around, as if his gaze would force people to step forward. After a long while a large tauren stepped forth, fairly bulky in size, though sporting a huge gut which covered the hem of the primal kilt he was wearing. "I am Heafe Saydtotem, I aid the elements, and in return i'm blessed with their power", he stepped back, the other's then glancing around, looking for anyone who hadn't yet introduced themselves. A rather scantily clad night elf raised a hand. He wore leather bracers, ankle-wraps, and only a bulging loincloth to hide his modesty. Like some of the other guests he was packed heavily with muscles, though stood slightly shorter than some of the other races. "Tidelo. I'm a druid from Darnassus...not really much else to say, I guess i'm the night elf of the group". The others looked around and sure enough, each person seemed to be of a different race, with the exception of the two humans in speedos. The next to raise their hand was a rather feeble-looking blood elf, long red-brown hair cascaded down his back as two large bangs hung over his fair-looking face. The robe he wore was a beautiful scarlet and, although baggy, seemed to hug his more delicate frame. His face was burning red, probably caused by the presence of so many intensely muscular men. "I...uhh....my name is Cistel Silverwing. I go around helping people fight against baddies and....ehh....i'm a mage", his words were riddled with nerves as he stepped back, visibly shaking; Cliff couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the guy. As some of the group looked around for anyone else, a loud voice filled their ears. "I am Zintaak. I sving sword to fight against evil". Everyone eventually found the source of the speaking, a large, dark draenei equipped with the distinct black armour of the Ebon Blade, and a hefty looking sword on his back. He wore a rather vacant expression, gazing into space even as the others were looking at him.

"I think that's everyone!", Cliff looked back between the people and nodded. "It seems we're all in the same boat", he inwardly smacked himself at the awful pun. "There's a tent back over there where you can change into swimming stuff and...uhh...that's really all I know". He frowned slightly. "'Ey, no need for anyone to be down", Zixxle folded his arms. "It's not like we'll be 'ere forever, and you heard what they said, this place is paradise and I ain't gonna waste the chance!", He then proceeded to bound toward the shore, tossing off his robe as he hopped into the water. "'e be righ', ah've worked plen'y 'ard ta deserve an 'olideh", Jhunya casually walked in the direction of the tent, leaving the group. "Indeed, until those two night elves return we may as well make the most of this place", the tauren scratched his stomach as he followed the troll. The rest of the group made a few murmurs of agreement and went off on their way, most of them headed to tent, others split off the explore the beach on their own.

Within half an hour the men seemed to have forgotten any worries they may have had, many of them sunbathing or swimming, or simply chatting to one another, stealing glances at each other's bare bodies. Zixxle was practically in heaven, weaving in and out of the much larger men's legs, getting an eyeful of their ridiculously-packed trunks, and how the almost paper-thin fabric stretched over their enormous shafts and balls, and stuck tightly against their well-muscled rumps.

Toward the other end of the beach though, away from many of the others, Cistel was plodding along, eager to survey the strand. He was finding it rather difficult to stay focused though; images of the other men kept passing through his mind, the overly muscular beasts flexing, showing off their giant muscles as if only to him. He looked to the ground as a deep blush poured over his face. The images gradually became more exaggerated and quite a bit more steamy. The men beginning to grind up against one another, their bodies slowly swelling up in size. The elf could feel himself get excited, a tent forming in his robes.

*Thump*

His daydream was unfortunatly cut short as he walked right into what felt like a brick wall. Stumbling back, slightly disoriented, he stared out in front of him, his eyes shooting open as he took in the sight. Directly in front of him were a gigantic pair of green pecs. Dark, wispy strands of hair lightly dusting the jumbo-sized beef, two large nipples sticking out from them. Cistel carefully peeked upwards, seeing the orc with a wide grin over his face as he scanned the small blood elf. "Fancy bumping into you out here", Nukir snickered under his breath. Cistel froze, panic starting to set in as he realised he was all alone with this fierce warrior. He quickly stared back down at the ground again, blinking as he saw the orc's great feet. Even having returned to his normal size, the orc's feet were still massive, long and broad, again with a fine layer of hair over the top of them. Funnily enough the elf was gawping just as much now as before, which Nukir noticed, wriggling his toes as he took a step toward Cistel, reaching out and wrapping a huge arm around his waist, sweeping him up into his arms and walking off with his prize. The magister remained silent, probably due to fear, though after a few seconds he seemed to ease somewhat, held almost loving in the warrior's strong arms. He lay against the orc's bare chest, nuzzling it slightly as it felt the heat radiating from his body. Nukir glanced downward. "Heh", the elf seemed to be enjoying travelling with him, though still desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

Cistel's eyes flickered open, only to be met with dim, gloomy surroundings. They appeared to be in a cave of some sort; a large, round chamber fairly open, with only a small torch in it's centre. Nukir placed his blood elf gently down by the fire and took a seat beside him, leaving a hand resting on his back slowly stroking him up and down. The orc was only wearing a loincloth which left very little to the imagination. His companion only stared at the rock under his feet, as silent as ever. "Oi, that's no way to treat your master", Cistel immediately looked up, peering at the orc as his unease returned. "My...wh...what?". "You heard. A pretty elf like you should do a fine job worshippin' me", an evil grin appeared on his lips as his eyes seemed to spark with a wicked flame. "B...But I....uhh.....what are you.....", between his incoherent babble he was frantically searching for the exit of the cave, hoping he could outrun the much heavier orc if he found it. "Come on. I know you like what you see...hmm...maybe this will persuade you", he proceeded to grab the elf by the back of the head, lifting and arm as he brought Cistel closer, forcing him face-first into his sweaty armpit. His vision went dark as he found himself buried in a swath of coarse, damp hair. An almost overwhelming smell of sweat filled his nose. The odd thing though was that he wasn't resisting, his arms were slumped by his sides as he couldn't help but take more deep whiffs of the orc. He moaned softly into the armpit as his tongue slid from his mouth, lapping over every inch of the stanky hair and flesh he could reach, tasting the strong, salty tang of Nukir's sweat. Nukir murred lowly as he felt the elf's hands hesitantly touching his skin, slowly caressing the expanse of his massive muscles. "There you go, just needed a little wake-up was all", his hand still gripping the mage tightly as he pulled him back, smirking widely at him as he placed him back onto the ground. Cistel panted quickly, gazing over the orc's body as he felt himself painfully hard under his robes. He saw Nukir shifting about in front of him, stretching a leg out before him and nudging his chest with one of his large feet. "Time to get started", he nudged him again, the blood elf gulping as he placed his hands on the sides of the green foot, slowly rubbing up and down it's length. The warrior murred deeper, "That's it, really get into it". Cistel's eyes were glued to his work, finding it harder and harder to think straight as his thumbs worked over the soles. His nose twitched as another strong scent filled his nostrils; his head gradually ducking downward, before he knew it his nose was firmly planted between two of the large toes, his tongue trailing over the sweaty skin between them as his hands squeezed at the sides of the foot, as if to steady himself. "Mmmh, you like daddy's big feet dont'cha", Nukir moaned as his breaths became deep, gasping slightly as the elf took one of the toes into his mouth, sucking on it desperatly as he continued to massage the rest of the foot. "D...Don't forget about the other one too", Nukir stretched his other leg out, Cistel eyeing the other foot and quickly latching onto it, slobbering over the soles. "Hah, you're quite the little whore when you wanna be aren't you?", he started to slowly stroke his heavily tented loincloth, which looked fit to tear apart at any moment. The sheer size of the orc's member forcing the cloth down to reveal the thick base of his shaft and dense forest of pubic hair. Quite surprisingly Cistel had yet to notice any of this, far too distracted by the attention he was giving to Nukir's feet, rapidly flicking between each one until he felt himself being picked up once again. He inwardly whimpered as he was pulled away from the huge feet, however he quickly perked up when he saw the orc's heaving chest coming closer.

Pretty soon his whole eyeline was filled with bulging, green flesh, rising and falling as Nukir panted. Cistel needed no spurring on this time; his hands gripped at the rippling mass of muscle, squeezing what small amount of it he could as his tongue went straight back to work, lashing against his chest and coating the orc beef in saliva. "Nrg! You're...damn good at this", Nukir gritted his teeth, watching the small elf worship his chest. Eventually the magister's fingers came across the other man's large nipples, hearing an almost deafening grunt and feeling the orc shake as his index fingers passed over them. To know the scout received this much pleasure from such a small action triggered something inside him. He teased the hulking brute, swirling his fingers ever-so-lightly around the big pads of flesh. Nukir roared out, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted even faster, slumping back against the ground. Cistel grabbed each nipple between a finger and thumb and pinched them both harshly, the mass of muscle beneath him quaking in ecstasy, pushing him on to twist them as hard as he could.

Nukir yanked the elf back, the orc's eyes wide as he stared at the him in amazement, clearly impressed at how such a small creature could bring him such intense pleasure. He dropped him down between his powerful legs, Cistel looking forward as his jaw dropped open. The orc was fully-hard, his gigantic green cock visibly throbbing in front of him, now freed from his loincloth which was wrapped around his enormous balls. A thick stream of precum was already oozing down the side of his shaft, the mage eyeing along it's length, starting to doubt himself. How was he supposed to excite all of -this-? He'd never seen anything close to it's size but nonetheless took hold of it with both hands, a thunderous moan echoing around the cave as he squeezed it gently, feeling it throb even faster in his grip. He couldn't even get both hands around it it was so thick, this though, only got the blood elf even more zealous. He began to pump the lower half of the shaft, leaning in and scooping up the precum with his tongue gulping it down, Nukir growing impatient and forcing the elf to the head. "Gah, You're a...mmh...better bitch than I had you pegged", the orc resting his arms behind his head, letting the expert handle everything. Cistel lapped madly over the head, the tip of his tongue pressing into the slit slightly to get at as much precum as he could; his hands were now locked around Nukir's colossal balls, massaging them rather quickly. He could feel them tighten as he squeezed them, drumming his fingers over them as he stretched his lips around the head. It was far thicker than he'd thought; he had only 'just' managed to slide the thing in but he was determined to make the orc shoot. He slid carefully down more of the behemoth, inch by inch entering him as he licked over every bit. Nukir fidgeted under him, his hands clenching as his toes began to curl; he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate and the elf was only getting started. "G...Gonna...b...blow!", he slammed a fist into the rock as he shut his eyes, trying with all his might to remain calm; his balls had churned out gallons of the stuff and he couldn't hold back the torrent any longer. With a great primal cry, the orc's cock erupted with it's seed. A flood of his thick, creamy cum pouring out down the blood elf's throat who was nearly blasted back by the force; he tried his best to guzzle down what he could, though it was far too much for him and much of escaped around the sides of his mouth. The force of it eventually pushed him back off of the orc's member, the warm load splattering over his face as he gulped down whatever he could catch. Nukir showed no signs of stopping, his large hands jerking off his giant member as he pointed it downward, blasting the blood elf's robes in his seed before he finally ceased. His breath returned to normal as he lay slumped on the ground, Cistel just as exhausted resting against one of his legs, a small sticky patch inside of his clothing, as he smiled with relief.