Orcsome
It's been far to long since I shared some horny stories. Sorry, I have been having some health issues and some life stress issues. My battle with imposter syndrome has been particularly strong lately. However, I have finally got together enough to present this delightfully horny story for your enjoyment.
Danny is a young wolf about to discover some rather fun things about the culture of his Orc boyfriend. I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this one.
With my current imposter syndrome issues positive feedback would be very much appreciated, if you enjoy please hit the fave button to let me know.
Meetings, Meetings, meetings, then meetings and just to mix it up one last meeting. It had not been a good day. There is something particularly sadistic in a person who books you into a meeting for four to five on a friday afternoon. Yes, technically, it was a free part of his work diary. However, the social contract among his colleagues was to leave that space blank, except for emergencies. Last hour on Friday was time for a few little admin tasks, unimportant stuff that allowed minds to slow down and for weekend mode to begin to fully engage.
Daniel’s new manager seemed to have different ideas. She had booked him into a monthly performance update for last thing on a Friday. The young wolf had not been able to refuse as he had made a special request earlier that week. He needed a couple of days off next week. Or he did according to his boyfriend. The big lug had not given him much warning, it was lucky for Borth that the wolf thought the hulking orc was cute when he blushed and stumbled over his words to ask him to put a leave request in a few days before the time off started. Especially as the orc had stubbornly refused to explain why, something clan related apparently. After six months together the wolf had been getting a bit of a crash course in orc culture.
“Right, so, that brings us up to the request you put in to have next Monday and Tuesday off,” his manager announced as the review was finally drawing to a conclusion. There had not been anything worth hearing said. He was doing fine, his work was good and the pace was appropriate. Obviously he had too much on his plate, but then so did every other employee. ‘Efficiencies don’t you know’; a buzzword for trying to milk more money from your employees without paying a penny more. “You know it’s better if you give us more notice?”
Danny winced, “yes, I gave you as much notice as I got that I needed time off.” The wolf replied patiently, feeling his phone vibrating quietly in his pocket to let him know that Borth was outside and waiting. “Borth said it was for something really important.”
“Oh? What is that?” the female gazelle asked, giving him a stare, as if the wolf had not already admitted he had no answer to that question.
“He can’t say, said it’s a secret. Probably a clan thing. He was the same when it came to meeting his parents. No warning just, here’s mom, dad, papa, Da, Ma and Nuggs.” The wolf chuckled a little to see the indignant look on the gazelle’s face. Orc culture was a bit more open to alternative families. Which is why certain sections of the population really disliked them. There was a lot of stuff said about them, mostly behind their backs. Far behind their backs, because orcs were well known to be rather vigorous and physical in their rebuttals. An observation Danny would have to say was actually not true. They were physical with each other, but he had never actually seen an orc get physical with anyone even in spite of some quite severe provokation. Save Borth with him, but their getting physical was very, very welcomed and he was often the one calling for his brute lover to be a bit more brutal on his ass.
“Nuggs?” The flustered gazelle asked.
“Their… Nugg,” the wolf replied slightly faltering. It was an orc family position, hard to describe to outsiders. Orc families tended to be rather large, couples were rare, threesomes or foursomes quite common. Most had a Nugg or sometimes two. The closest Danny had come to finding an equivalent elsewhere would be like a gimp, sub or puppy. Though that really did not appropriately cover the position. Someone entirely submissive, but willingly so. Almost all long term relationships ended up with one. Generally another orc, though the wolf had noticed a few non-orcs at the few clan events he had attended, some of which he suspected might be nuggs. Borth had explained how they helped the hot tempered orcs get along, they smoothed over relationship bumps, often with soft words and other types of oral skills.
Frowning the gazelle shrugged her shoulders, dismissing anything other as just barbarian nonsense. “We did expect to have you in on those…”
“I’ve already spoken with Frank and Mary, they are fine to cover the meetings I had. I’ve gotten ahead on all my filing and cases, so there should be no impacts on workflow,” the wolf cut in impatiently. He had explained all of this in his email requesting two days off. So he knew this was a power play by the new manager to try and stamp her authority down on his muzzle.
“Yes, but I have to think of the example it would set,” she replied with a look that made the wolf’s blood boil.
“Policy is to give a week's notice for one or two days. I gave that on Monday, in writing.” Danny replied, his fingers flexing under the table as his irritation rose. “It’s my leave and it’s already five past five, on Friday. If you are going to reject my leave I requested that in writing, then I will be booking a meeting with HR and asking why their new manager is following neither company policy nor employment law and what kind of example THAT sets.” Those words begged to come out of Danny’s lips but he held them back. It would not be the best way to make a good impression on his new manager. He knew that a bad manager could make his life unpleasant in a thousand little ways. If this was an example of things to come he would be asking for a transfer or finding a new job and he doubted he would be the only one.
“Hmmm, I suppose you have a point. I would not want to get in the way of your… boyfriend’s plans.” The slight distaste in her tone as she said the word boyfriend let Danny know that asking for a transfer was mandatory. “Maybe he wants to pop the question. I hear they tend to do that quite quickly.”
Danny said nothing, as his blood temperature hit the point of evaporation. “Yes, well, they are very welcoming.” The wolf stressed the word they just to emphasise he had caught her little unpleasant implication. From his pocket he felt another vibration as Borth was no doubt trying to find out why he was late.
“Indeed, so I have heard. Anyway, I think we are done here. I hope you enjoy the weekend,” his manager said with a gesture at the door to her office, a clear dismissal and attempted power move. It would have irked the wolf had he not been grateful to be able to leave.
“See you next week,” he replied as he left, making a specific point not to reciprocate her wishes of an enjoyable weekend. He did not turn as she replied with a goodbye and instead made a direct line for his desk.
As he turned off his computer and packed away the few supplies he had into his small desk cabinet a friendly voice said, “hey, Danny! I thought you would be off on your mysterious getaway by now.” The wolf turned to find a chunky raccoon standing a few feet away.
“Hey Si. Yeah, I was supposed to be. Katherine wanted to do my performance review right now and be a bit of a pain about my leave request,” grumbled the lupine as he stashed his sacred coffee cup and small grinder. Fresh coffee was sometimes the difference between life and death on rough days.
“Ah, yeah, she’s a real Jobsworth that one. Has to follow the rules exactly, cause it’s more than her job’s worth to actually use her mind and be an actual manager. Glad I didn’t end up under her.” snorted the middle-aged raccoon. “So has Borth let it slip, where are you going?”
Danny grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. The grey wolf looked frumpled after a long day. His dress shirt was creased, his jacket too and his blue tie was crooked. “Nope, it’s all a big mystery.”
“I dated an orc lass, ten years back. Things got… intense. “ This revelation made the wolf pause. He had worked with the raccoon for two years and this was the first he had heard about it. ”She was the same. Clan stuff tends to get intense and I think they think that us outsiders can’t handle it,” chuckled the raccoon. “They’re probably right, I swear it seems like the number of close minded people is exploding. Ironic, considering they always frown on all the stuff needed to make more.”
“Wait, you dated an orc and I’m just hearing about it now?” he asked, a little astonished.
“Oh Danny boy, if I was to share all the details of my dating life we’d be here until the end of time and you’d need a good few pints of grogg to recover.” Laughed Simon with a twinkle in his eye. “It was fun, intense but fun.” The raccoon’s twinkle faded as he added softly. “What’s that they say about the brightest candles burning shorter… was sadly true in Karit’s case. One moment she has a bad headache and the next…”
The wolf shuddered as he guessed what might have happened next. Simon gave a shrug and a smile, “still, good memories mostly. Some crazy ones too. Whoa, those orc religious events… am I right?”
This time Danny just looked a little puzzled, “I… haven’t been to any. A few clan functions, mostly weddings and a few sort of baptisms.” It was the wrong word but he could not remember the orcish description.
“Oh! Well, just remember what I said about closed minds and that there’s enough of them in the world already. I’d better get going, meeting the lads down the pub for the game. I just have to get the Gleeson case finished before I go.” The raccoon mumbled and Danny was left with the strong implication Simon knew a lot more than he was sharing.
However, he had a better way of finding out than badgering his co-workers. With a wave of goodbye to the raccoon, Danny turned and headed out to the carpark. This late on a Friday the office had already been mostly empty, the carpark was likewise. So his ride was easy to spot, as it was one of just half a dozen cars.
Though, had every single space been occupied he would have had no problem spotting his ride due to the seven foot tall orc standing beside it waving timidly. Seven feet, plus some change, and onto that huge frame the good lord had poured several hundred pounds of green muscle. Add to that some generously sized junk and a mammoth sized heart and you had something even an Atheist like Danny was willing to offer the creator some prayers of thanks.
A hand as big as a shovel was waving at him and the wolf waved back, trying not to notice the slight discomfort as his tail began to wag out of his control. An effect Borth seemed to have on him, often. The wolf threw his arms around his lover’s neck and they shared a soft and quick kiss. “Hey, sorry I was late, Katherine was being a bit of a bitch. I promise I’ll make it up to you, when we get wherever we are going… where is that again?”
Borth’s yellow eyes gleamed and his green cheeks flushed a cute shade of brown. “Yeah, you will and it’s still a sort of secret.”
The wolf stuck out his tongue and stepped back from the warm embrace, “fine, but it had better be something good. I don’t get many days off and…”
“Trust me, you’ll be glad you took those days off… I hope,” Borth’s eyes glanced sideways nervously and Danny wondered if the orc might actually be planning to pop the question.
That thought did not get too much time as Borth clambered into the car, the vehicle rocking heavily as it adjusted to his weight. Danny shrugged his shoulders, he could play along for now. “We should take the Ander’s bridge on the way to my place,” he observed as he pulled on his seatbelt. “They have works on Parkhurst, so it’ll be a nightmare try…”
“Not going to your place,” Borth replied bluntly as the car pulled out.
“Oh shit, look I didn’t bring any clothes. If you’d said I would have brought a bag with me. I’m not spending a minute in this suit longer than I have to, let alone four days and four nights,” snorted the wolf meaningfully. Mystery was fine, but there were limits.
“That… won’t be a problem,” Borth muttered shyly, his cheeks once more going an embarrassed shade of brown.
“Oh? So we’re not going away for a long weekend of debauchery?” He asked, his voice dripping with faux sincerity and disappointment.
“Who told… Oh! You’re joking,” The orc replied, the shock in Borth’s tone seemed genuine and Danny found a grin spreading across his face. He was always up for a little debauchery, or even better a lot of debauchery. One of the blessings of an orc lover was that they were up for a lot of things. Orc culture was very sex positive, which meshed well with Danny’s tastes.
“I was… but now I am hoping I’m right,” the wolf replied and he drank in the orc’s response as Broth squirmed in his seat. The brownness of his cheeks spread so far it was practically showing on his shoulders. Borth was wearing nothing but a simple black tank top and jeans. Not for vanity, but simplicity. Though, it did not mean others could not admire those big rolling orc shoulder muscles.
“You… I can’t tell you. It’ll all be explained when we get there, ok? Now why don’t you tell me about your day, it’s about an hour’s drive.” Borth replied and Danny picked up the slight deepening in his tone. A sign that the usually timid orc was putting his foot down. Though the wolf did notice that he had said it would be explained and not that he would explain it.
However, his curiosity was clearly getting him nowhere and he did not want to push too hard and upset Borth. He clicked some music on and as the miles passed outside the car windows he complained about his manager, while the orc listened to every word and agreed that it might be time to look for a new job.
It was a little over an hour when the car turned off one of the main roads and onto a dirt track. Danny’s eyes spotted a series of crs parked up on a field, besides a wood. Glancing behind he could see more cars arriving, dozens of them. “We’re here.” Borth announced as an orc directing the cars pointed to a place to park.
“We are… but where are we? I mean, obviously somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But…what’s going on?” He asked, noticing quite quickly the prevalence of green his eyes met and not just the grass and trees. Most of the people getting out of the cars were orcs. Many of them were wearing just jeans or shorts and nothing on their broad chests.
He spotted fencing along the boundary of the woods and wondered how far it extended. Beyond it he could hear something, music and voices. His nose brought him scents of food cooking. Not just food; orc food. He had been to enough clan outings to recognise the distinctive mixture of spices. Orcs liked their food flavourful, though Danny remembered the first time he had tried it he had expected it to be so hot his mouth lost all taste. However, despite a bit of warmth to his lips and tongue so far he had not found a dish that he would describe as hot. “A clan gathering?” He asked.
Borth turned off the engine and replied, “it will be…”
“Explained, yes you keep saying. However, I’m not sure why you think I need a festival explained to me,” snorted the wolf, but he was smiling too. Good food, good music and so much eye candy he was likely to have to visit the dentist afterwards. That was not a problem and if Borth wanted to invite a few green friends to some more intimate fun, then so much the better.
Feeling excited he jumped out of the car. Borth waved to him, “come on… I have to take you to the first timers’ tent, the priest will explain everything.”
For the first moment doubt crept in the wolf’s mind, “priest?” he asked, of all the things he had been imagining doing that weekend spending time with any religious figureheads had not been high on the list. In fact it was so low down the list it was written in magma.
“Yes, come on,” Borth replied, putting a reassuring arm around his shoulders. The orc whispered softly, “I promise, you’ll like what he has to say.”
“I’d better, and I think it’s safe to say you’ll owe me a good dicking when we get to bed tonight,” snorted the wolf with a wink.
A broad smirk spread across the orc’s face as he nodded, “if you say so.” Borth escorted the wolf away from what was clearly the main gateway into the woods and to a smaller sidegate. It was manned by a couple of orcs in what Danny recognised as orc shaman regalia. Though not full, so clerics and not full shaman. “A first timer, vouched for by Borth A’deartlart.” One of the clerics quickly checked a clipboard and nodded as he crossed off a name.
“He can go in, you’ll have to use the main entrance and you can wait on the other side… or not, it’s up to you,” Danny felt a strange tingle in his stomach. He was not so sure about going with strange orcs alone. He glanced up at Borth ready to ask if this was necessary.
“It’ll be ok, it doesn’t take long and I promise you’ll be fine and glad when you get through. Trust me,” Borth gave him a big beaming honest smile. For all the mystery, Danny knew he had come too far to go back and Borth had never given him a reason to doubt anything he said.
“Ok, well, lead on.” He said to the shaman with a wink to Borth. “Remember though… tonight.”
Borth blushed and laughed waving as Danny stepped through the gateway. He found himself inside a large tent, made of cream coloured canvas. A giant pole in the middle emerged from an altar in the centre. It was to one of the orc gods, but Danny was not sure which one. Borth was not particularly devout and the wolf had little curiosity about religion. Several benches were arranged around the altar. “You’re lucky, you got here early. In a couple of hours those benches will probably be full of first timers, just as confused waiting to speak to a priest.” The shaman escorting him observed.
“While I get to… see a priest straight away, lucky me.” Danny observed dryly. He could not help but feel nervous, he really hoped this was just some quick prayer and then back to Borth. He could play along with that, but that orc was going to owe him big time for this. Leaving him alone like this, even if it seemed like he did not have a choice.
“This way.” The shaman said and started to guide him to another doorway leading off the octagonal tent. Danny noticed each side of the tent was a door, including the one he came in. The young orc lifted the canvass door open for him and gestured for him to go inside.
Stepping through Danny jumped as the canvas door landed on his back. Before him was a much smaller tent, his only way out was back the way he had come. There was a round table less than a foot off the ground. The table was laden with foods, many he could not name, orc dishes. However, he could at least recognise the components, meats and vegetables, roasted, stewed, some skewers and some spiced breads. The wolf’s stomach grumbled to remind him he had not eaten since his lunchtime cheap ramen noodle pot.
A red cushion was at his feet. On the opposite side of the table an elderly male orc was smiling at him. His braided hair grey with age, his tusks huge. Borth’s were small and they tickled as he kissed. However, Danny knew that as he aged those tusks would keep growing. You can always tell the age of an orc by the length and thickness of his tusks.
“Ah, welcome young man. I am certain you have questions,” the elder spoke, his voice was deep and gravelly. However, there was a merry twinkle in his eyes and he gestured. “Please be seated and I will explain why you are here.”
Hoping the answer to why he was there at the moment was to be given a good meal, Danny slipped down onto his knees beside the table. “Thank you…” He paused as he realised he did not have a name for the shaman.
“Bal Hart’thardalniel hyphen Scott. But you may call me Bal, or simply Pa, if it makes you more comfortable,” Danny knew that Pa was considered the appropriate greeting for a shaman. He had accepted it quite easily, after all many human priests were called father.
“Hyphen Scott?” The wolf asked, trying not to smile too much.
“Even us religious types might marry outside our clan,” chuckled Bal. “My first husband wanted to hyphenate our names and I wanted marital harmony. Although, I expect you will have a lot more pertinent questions to ask. So let me save you some time, first, this is the feast of H’aal. The food is for all and you look like a hungry man if I am any judge. Though… you may not wish to gorge too quickly. Pace yourself is the advice I give to all newcomers.”
Danny did not need further permission to grab a few lumps of meat and bread and put them on a plate in front of him, “thank you. I’m famished, lunchtime was hours ago.”
“Indeed, I sense you have come straight from the office. Did your sponsor not give you time to prepare?” The orc asked with a chuckle and a nod at the wolf’s very crumbled suit.
“No, he hasn’t told me anything, he just said it would all be explained,” Danny replied, before he bit into a lump of roasted chicken. The spices hit his nose first and then melted on his tongue. Warm and sweet with a hint of nuttyness. Cooked to perfection, slightly crisp on the outside and full of juice inside.
“So you came with your lover, up into the middle of no-where, outside of mobile reception range. If you even have your mobile on you. Surrounded by hundreds of strange orcs and let him leave you alone with a lot of highly devout religious men and a suspiciously big, almost person sized, altar?” That question made Danny pause mid chew as he noted his pocket was missing the weight of his mobile phone. Borth had used it as sat nav and he had been too curious to even think of grabbing it before leaving the car.
Bal broke into thunderous laughter, “you should see your face.” He roared and then shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can never resist that. However, please do not hold your lover to blame. It is religious law, had he told you or had I any suspicion of such then you would have been asked to leave, politely.”
Frowning and a little ruffled by the less than pleasant joke, “why? What’s all the secrecy about?”
“The feast of H’aal,” Bal replied as if that was explanation enough. “This is our… hmmm probably the best way to put it is our harvest festival. Back in the ancient times, before cars, guns, or modern technology. This was the time when we would harvest, store up food for winter. However, in a few months food would become scarce, the winter would be harsh and clans needed to work as one. During the harsh times our people needed to trust each other. So the entry to this festival was and has always been a proof of trust. To come here you must know nothing of it and you must trust your sponsor to not lead you astray.”
“So… it’s just a religious festival?” Danny had to admit he was a little disappointed. Though the food was nice and he was sure the event would be fun, it was still a little bit of a let down to just hear it was the orc version of Harvest Sunday.
“Oh Gods no! This is and has never been “just a festival”. It is a celebration of H’aal, of our clans, of brotherhood. Hunters one and all, food, music, dancing, grogg, sex, movies, drink, art, poetry (most of it quite bad if I’m honest) and drugs. It’s three nights of celebration of orc brotherhood. To ensure our clans are closely bonded with absolute trust, in order to survive the harsh winter ahead.” Bal explained, while Danny’s ears told him there were some important points in that list he should pay specific attention to. Bal gave a slight shrug, “although I will admit it has become something a bit more base than intended in recent decades. However, in a species with such a naturally high sexual appetites and very few cultural hangups about the act of fornication it is hardly surprising just how… rigorously we celebrate our brotherhood.”
Danny’s jaw dropped, “so… it’s a three day mass celebration with food, entertainment and…”
“Sex, yes as much as you want, with pretty much as many guys as you want. On that topic, there are a few cultural rules you need to learn,” the shaman interjected. While Danny shifted uncomfortably on the cushion as his dick let him know how much it appreciated him bringing it to a three day orc fuck fest. “First, this is the men’s celebration of H’aal. The female celebration is elsewhere. Sex is entirely optional, but consent is mandatory. Can I ask, your lover, the first time you guys fucked, how many times did he ask permission?”
The strange question slightly broke the wolf’s rather horny thoughts on what was on the other side of the canvas tent he was inside. “What? Oh… three times.” It was something the wolf had thought very strange, being asked the same question repeatedly when he just wanted an orc cock hilt deep in his ass. The events afterwards had more than made up for it.
“Ah! Good, that’s orc tradition.” The shaman explained with an accepting nod. “I’m afraid you can expect to get asked a lot and you will be expected to ask three times. Orc society believes very strongly in clear unambiguous consent. Though, if you go into the stocks, pillories, or on one of the fuck swings it’s sort of accepted that a single thumbs up is good enough. I mean nobody goes on those things unless they want a bunch of horny guys to gang bang them. As a wolf, make sure you warn anyone you top about your knot. Again clear unambiguous consent is key here.”
The wolf squirmed in his seat, his cock was very moist and smushed inside his briefs. Bal gave him a broad smirk and a nod, Danny was sure he had seen the same reaction before. “I can imagine you might be eager to rejoin your lover. Or just… enjoy the festivities. I can’t blame you, spare a thought for us shamen, by doctrine we don’t get to cum until after the event. When my husband will be getting the mother and father of all pent up orc buggerings. I just need to make sure you understand the rules”
“The people doing the art, cooking, catering and the like. They are totally free to fornicate at will. However, two orc words you need to remember are Murt and Morlack!” the last word was spat with effort. “Murt is a basic, “I’ve had enough, please stop.” To be used if you are uncomfortable, not enjoying things and want things to end. Morlack, is what you say if the other person does not listen to you and if they still don’t stop… shout it loud and someone will arrive to kick the living shit out of the fucker. As I may have mentioned, we take consent very seriously and anyone not respecting it is subject to clan law, as we are on clan lands. We orcs believe in swift justice, delivered at bootpoint to the teeth of those who need it.”
Danny nodded solemnly, he certainly had no intentions of ignoring those rules or words. Bal took that affirmation and continued, “oh and respecting pronouns, technically this is the male celebration anyone out there considers themselves male and you will respect that. If you can’t show respect then we will show you the way out. Understood?”
“Understood,” the wolf confirmed. This was not a new revelation to him Borth had a trans cousin and the wolf had noticed the clan was very accepting and supportive.
“The forest is a sacred location, on Monday before you leave please help us clear up. We only use a small part of the forest, the rest is protected.” Bal continued as Danny hoped the lecture was drawing to a close. Borth was outside with hundreds of horny orcs and his cock was telling him that he needed to give his boyfriend a big thank you and fast. ”On the final night there will be a big ceremony in the center of the camp, food, dance, alcohol and if you are still up for it probably some more fucking. Dress code is so relaxed it has fallen asleep. Basically wear as much or as little as you like, and I’m sure you have guessed by now that you can expect to see a whole lot of public fucking. No cameras, and one more important thing, no talking about it to anyone who has never been to the Feast of H’aal. I want to stress that this is not a thing we take lightly. If you are found to be sharing tales outside of the clan and people such as yourself you will never be allowed to return. We have long memories and all clans share the blacklists. So please can you give me your word that you will respect our customs?”
“I promise, not a word to anyone,” the wolf replied. While his mind thought back to Simon and wondered if he had ever been to a Feast of H’aal. Though he had been with an orc chick, he wondered how that worked. Then a throb in his pants reminded him that such trivial matters could wait until much much later. Hell there were a hundred questions he could ask about this religious festival, the history, how long it had been going and too many others to count. However, all that would do is delay the time before he got some thick green cock in his very needy ass.
“Good, well, you may go. Back into the main tent and then take the black door into the festival. Remember to at least throw out a few “Praise be to H’aal’s” when something especially pleasant happens. I can see from your suit you are looking forward to things. There’s a clothes check tent to the left when you leave if you wish to…get more comfortable and we can provide some ceremonial garb, if you want to wear anything at all.” The shaman said with a smile and a glance down confirmed to the wolf he had been preing heavily enough to soak through his briefs and leave a wet spot on his pants.
Getting to his feet the wolf gave a little awkward bow. He was never quite sure how to deal with religious types. Though no priest he had ever interacted with had talked about gang bangs or sex swings, which strangely made it easier and less awkward to see just how large a tent he was pitching. “Thank you, sir. Er… praise be to H’aal.” The words sounded hollow in his mouth but it did at least bring a smile to the old orc’s face.
“Praise indeed, may his name bring you joy,” Bal replied with a slight bow of his head. The wolf decided to leave while he was ahead. Though as he pulled back the curtain he heard the orc mutter, “and I’m sure a generous amount of orc cock will also bring joy.” Danny was willing to accept the premise of the old orc’s hypothesis, but as a lover of maths he knew that any good theory required some rigorous testing to confirm.
Leaving he found the benches in the larger tent now had a few occupants, sitting and looking nervous. A polar bear gave him a nod and whispered, “what’s going on?” As the wolf moved towards the exit.
Danny paused and remembered how seriously Bal and even Borth had taken the need for secrecy, “I… can’t say. It’ll be explained to you soon.” The wolf noticed the slight look of betrayal in the bear’s eyes and wondered if poor Borth had been getting those sorts of looks from him everytime he had asked for details. He gave a shrug and left without another word to the curious bear. Though he did wonder if he might meet up with the bear once they were both in the know, a not entirely unpleasant thought.
Pulling back the heavy canvas covering the door a waft of cooling air hit him in the face. Danny inhaled sharply, for the first time realising just how warm the tent had been. His shirt was starting to stick to his fur under his jacket. His eyes, however, quickly distracted him from the feel of cheap cotton soaking in sweat.
Before him lay a forest, the floor cleared and strewn with straw, above them were sheets of canvas, tied between many trees, probably to provide some shelter to the festival goers in case of rain. Lines of golden lamps were hung between every tree, casting a warm yellow, almost sunlight-like glow on the orcs beneath. A few dozen of them were in sight, and his cock throbbed at his first glimpse of the hedonism Bal had promised: not far from the entrance, a young orc on his knees, with two older males standing before him one naked and the other in what looked more like ceremonial garb. The young orc was in a simple leather cross harness and his mouth and hands were busy working on two fully hard cocks.
The wolf froze for a moment, his eyes transfixed as the three shared such an intimate moment, with dozens of others walking past them. Most gave them at least an appreciative glance. The sound of grunting hit Danny’s ears and he turned his head and he saw two orcs at the base of a large tree. A red orc was bent over, his hands grasping the sturdy tree roots for support as behind him a green orc was clearly thrusting his face twisted in an expression of joy.
A light touch to his shoulder broke his attention away from the lewd display and he spun around to find Broth standing beside him. The huge burly orc was scratching his head and looking at his feet with a sheepish expression, “hey… erm… so the shaman explained, right?”
Looking up at the brown blush on Borth’s cheeks the wolf could not help but chuckle, only Borth could bring someone to a surprise open air three day orgy of a festival and then get all blushy about it afterwards. “Yes, they explained, you are forgiven.” He laughed, looping his arms around Borth’s thick neck and shoulders before lifting up to kiss him softly on the lips. “Thank you for trusting me enough to bring me.”
Borth’s shy smile turned into a broad happy grin, “I brought some stuff for you to change into, I wasn’t sure how much you’d be into this so… I kinda grabbed a selection. Want to go change?”
The wolf paused, his eye wandered to where he could see the orc still on his knees but now with streams of cum on his face and a new cock in his mouth. His cock began to twitch again. Danny wanted to say fuck it and just get him some thick orc meat as soon as possible. However, he also knew his work suit was not cheap and if he left it on it would end up heavily stained with grass, mud and other more fun things. “Thanks, yes I really need to get out of this suit.” Bal’s words about it being perfectly acceptable to wander around with no clothes at all rang in his ears. He figured he would see what selection the orc had made and if none were good enough, the wolf would choose to wear none.
Borth’s arm rested around his shoulder and the orc quickly steered him to a nearby marque. Inside were dozens of orcs changing and talking excitedly. Danny’s eager eyes spotted at least two orcs giving head to their partners as they changed. While he also noted the range of clothing. Many were dressed in traditional clothing. Which was mostly leather strips and a loincloth, as their ancient clans had worn. Other’s had harnesses and he even spotted a couple of leashes and as Borth retrieved a bag from the servers he spotted an orc pulling on a purple pup hood. The wolf was aware of the subculture, though it was more of a human one. Though from his limited experiences it seemed a fun one.
A loud thump beside him woke him from his taking in the scene. Borth had dropped his large gym bag at the wolf’s feet. “There’s no… private changing facilities. Orcsom is kinda about doing everything in public.”
The wolf’s brow furrowed slightly, “Orcsom, I thought it was the feast of H’aal?”
“That’s the official title, Orcsom is what us younger guys call it.” The big lug looked away and added, “you know, cause it’s all orcs and awesome.”
The wolf gave a soft laugh and had to agree, “it’s a good portmanteau.” He crouched down and opened the bag. Borth’s jeans hit the floor beside him and he glanced up at a sight he had grown to love. His big orc towering above him pantless, with a half erect cock and a horny look on his face.
“Pass me my loincloth,” Borth asked and Danny’s ears perked. The orc had taken him to dozens of orc clan events and never once had he worn anything but his normal clothing.
Looking into the bag he found the leather loincloth on top, he passed it up to his lover and muttered, “I didn’t know you… had one of these.” He observed politely as he began to rummage through the bag, finding a collection of his t-shirts, shorts and some jeans, before something else caught his eye and he had to suppress a slight squeal of excitement.
“It’s just for Orcsom, I feel silly wearing it to visit my parents or at, like, soulbonding rituals.” Borth replied, Danny was not looking as the orc pulled it on. His eyes were on the bag and the item of clothing he was pulling out of it. Clothing was only the loosest escription for what he had in his paws. Technically it included a jockstrap and that counted. His favourite, and very expensive, jock and harness combo. In white neoprene, to show up better on his grey fur. It even had the collar with the strap on muzzle dangling loose.
“Oh… yeah…that,” Borth muttered, and out of the corner of his eye Danny saw two huge orc feet shuffling nervously on the floor. “I though… I mean… maybe you’d want to wear it one night…or… like something… maybe. Only if you want to that is.”
The wolf did not answer, he just pulled his jacket off as quickly as he could. His paws literally trembled as he popped open button after button. His work shoes, pants and work jockstrap followed. All of which were shoved quickly into the bag. Danny looked up at the orc, eyes gleaming in delight as he slipped into the jock. It had a little zip on the front, though was also just as easy to pull aside should he want access to the goodies under it. The harness slipped across his chest and hugged him in a way that made him feel warm inside despite the lack of cover. The collar was fastened around his neck, but with plenty of space to breathe. The muzzle was mostly for show, it looked good, but would not stop the wolf talking or sucking cock and he promised himself he was going to suck a lot of orc cock that weekend. Ride it too, he thought, as his cock stretched out the jockstrap and his tail wagged freely above his exposed ass.
Borth let out a soft gasp, the orc’s eyes wandering up and down his body. Danny had worn the gear before but only in front of the orc and a couple of close friends. “So glad I brought that.” The orc moaned with a slight growl in his tone. The normally shy hulking male suddenly adopted a slightly more dominant air. Danny’s eyes spotted the leather on Borth’s loincloth lifting slightly and knew his lover was already at full mast.
Danny chuckled and turned around, his grey and white ass perfectly framed by his jock, he bent forward slightly to present. Then reality came crashing to his mind, “err… lube?” He asked with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
His lover became a green blur as Broth bent to grab something from the bag, “there’s dispensers everywhere out there. Mostly at the places they expect everyone to congregate and stuff, but… I brought a bottle just in case.” The orc explained, his words coming out so fast Danny struggled to catch them all. It did not matter, he got the meaning. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Fuck yes,” Danny replied, his tail wagging faster. A strong arm wrapped around his chest and he felt Borth’s huge frame press up behind him.
“Positive?” The orc whispered in his ear.
“Yes,” the wolf whined softly and then he jumped as a moist fingertip pressed to his puckered entrance. He pushed back willingly, eagerly.
“Sure?” Borth asked again, this time followed by a firm nip to the back of the wolf’s neck. Danny felt his submissive urges taking over.
“Oh please, just fuck me!” He whimpered, he knew it was orc tradition to ask three times to be certain of consent. However, he wondered if part of the reason was also to draw things out, to get you to not just ask but pretty much beg for it. Danny’s erect cock tingled with feeling as it stretched out his jock and he knew if Borth told him to beg, even in front of so many strangers, he would do it.
“Good boy,” the orc whispered softly, as he bit down on Danny’s shoulder. That thick fingertip stopped stroking and suddenly pushed forward hard. Danny gasped and panted as he felt the slick digit forcing inside him. The wolf was no stranger to taking things back there, his ass welcomed Broth’s finger eagerly and he trembled at the thought of what was to come after it.
His ears twitched to the sound of voices and he could not stop himself looking around. Dozens of orcs were around them, some engaging with each other, others changing. Some were watching them though, their eyes filled with hungry lust. Danny felt exposed and yet exhilarated, as Borth’s finger slid in and out rapidly, working his eager hole open. The pleasure grew as the orc hit all of his sweet spots with the talents of someone who had spent months learning exactly how to make the wolf howl at the moon.
Without a word of warning, the finger was pulled from inside him and a moment later he felt something else pushing between his cheeks. His breath caught in his throat as Borth’s meat pressed firmly to his entrance. Borth’s mouth released its grip on his shoulder and he growled lustfully. “Ready?”
“YES! Oh fuck,” ready hardly covered it. It was like asking a man who had spent a week wandering the Sahara if he was ready for a glass of water. The wolf was beyond ready, he was desperate, he was eager and he did not just want Borth’s cock he needed it, craved it and each moment without it felt like an eternity.
The last eternity passed and Danny gave a delighted cry, as the orc’s thick length pushed forward and stretched his insides in the most wonderful of ways. “Good boy,” Borth growled, lustfully into his ear. Then the orc bit down firmly on the nape of his neck, his tusks painfully pressing into his flesh and yet not breaking the skin.
Danny whimpered, resting his weight against the rock that was his lover’s muscular arm. While the cock inside him pulled out and thrust again, firmly and deeply. His eyes once more looked out to the crowd, a small group of orcs had started to gather. Including he noted the orc with the purple pup hood, now in a harness similar to his, with a collar and a leash, with a chunky red orc holding the other end. For a moment their eyes met and he could see the lust and he was certain even a hint of jealousy in the orc’s eyes.
However, his attention was pulled away by another thrust from Borth. His ears picked up a few words from the crowd, encouraging his lover to go faster and harder. To breed that bitch. Borth seemed to be doing just that, his thickness reamed deeper and harder, the huge orc body pressing up desperately against him. Danny’s own cock was throbbed with need as the seasnations filled him. Yet, with Broth’s huge arm around his chest, and under his armpits, reaching down to see to himself was not possible. After a futile attempt the lupine gasped and gave up, knowing that he would need to see to Borth’s pleasure first, then he could deal with his own desperate needs.
“Hey, Dace here, he’d love to suck some wolf cock, you want him to?” The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and Danny felt Borth’s thrusting slow down. As the two glanced at the red orc holding the pup orc’s leash.
Borth’s grip on his nape vanished and he muttered, “it’s your choice, hun.” Then a moment later Danny felt his teeth and tusks return and the thrusting started up again, as if nobody was currently asking them questions.
“I… ohh fuckl… yes,” he whimpered and then as the red orc opened his mouth he added, “yes again and one more time, I’m fucking certain,” he added, orc custom was fine, but he was far too gone to care about politeness. He wanted his cock sucked and his balls drained, while his ass got stuffed.
“Well, alright then,” chuckled the red orc, giving the orc in the pup gear a nod. There was a happy yip from under the hood and a blur of purple as Dace got down before him. Danny could barely concentrate as Borth’s thrusting was hitting a fever pitch, reaming his desperately needy depths without mercy. He felt huffs of warm breath over his crotch and then the slight slackening as the orc pulled the fly of his jock down with his teeth.
A cry of joy escaped his lips as his sweaty, drooling spear-like cock escaped into the air. On full display for the many who had gathered to watch. Everywhere the wolf looked there were eyes watching him, lust filled ones, he could see more than a couple of the watchers stroking themselves, or each other and Dace was not the only orc on his knees sucking some cock.
He felt a warm slickness stroking up his length as the orc pup licked his shaft. There was an odd sensation as his cock brushed up against the hood and then the familiar and welcome warmth of a mouth closing around his cocktip. A moment later Danny gave an unrestrained cry of bliss as his cock was surrounded in warmth. Dace clearly was eager to suck, a feeling Danny shared. There was something wonderful about giving head, sucking and slurping on a thick cock and listening to the moaning sounds of your lover as you bring them such bliss.
With a hungry mouth slurping and sucking on his cock and Borth holding nothing back as he pounded away inside him, Danny very quickly felt his orgasm approaching. The wolf could do nothing as the two orcs worked in tandem to drive him over the point of no return. He gave a weakened cry as body tensed and his cock began to throb hard. The orc’s mouth sealed around his length and he felt the slight squeezing as Dace swallowed every drop of his cum.
Behind him Borth lost all control and the orc’s thickness pounded into him without hesitation and then with an extra firm thrust Borth gave a cry of bliss, muffled by the mouthful of wolf neck. The arm around Danny held him firmly to the orc as inside him he could feel the warmth of his lover emptying a pent up load. There were a few claps from the crowd, who began to disperse as it was clear the show was ending. Fortunately it was Orcsom, there would be another show just a few paces away.
“Praise be to fucking H’aal,” the wolf muttered, his body trembling as his energy was momentarily spent.
After a few more enthusiastic bobs, sucks and swallows, Dace pulled off Danny’s cock and glanced up at him, “thank you,” the orc pup said in a surprisingly deep voice. Then without another word he left, with his partner… or owner, or whatever they were.
A few seconds later Danny moaned as Borth’s thickness pulled from his depths, and he felt warm dribbles of orc cum running down his taint, “we should probably move on, we just came here to change.” Borth chuckled and the orc grabbed the bag, his drooling cock disappearing under his loincloth. The wolf watched as he handed the bag over to one of the attendants and was given a wristband with a number on. No doubt so they could get their stuff back when they left.
Just as Borth returned, the wolf’s stomach gave a loud grumble of complaint. “I guess we should get something to eat, maybe head over to where the bands are playing, while we stock up on calories. Got to keep my wolf strong, if he’s going to last to the end of the festival.”
“Food is a great idea, but don’t you worry about me. I’ll last!” Chuckled the wolf. Borth escorted him out and the two walked deeper into the woods. Further, the number of festival goers increased rapidly. Almost everywhere he looked Danny could see orcs engaged in the most lewd of acts. Sprinkled throughout the crowd were a few non-orcs. Most like him clearly with a partner, or partners. “I can’t believe you do this every year and nobody has heard about it.”
Borth shrugged, “Not nobody, just very few. Nobody wants to risk it being their last festival.” The couple entered a small clearing. There was a stage at one end, with an orc band playing some music. Well most of them were, the bass guitarist was balls deep in a fox. The drummer was still drumming, but the wolf could see he was also getting head from an orc groupie. Around the outside was a range of food vendors, “food and drink is all free, but it’s best not to fill up too much.”
“Yeah, I do want to be stuffed, but not like that,” agreed the wolf. He pointed to a stall that seemed to be serving some cuts of roast meat. As a predatory species it was a natural preference. The two got a couple of small plates and found a spot on the grass where they could sit, eat, listen to music and occasionally stare at random guys fucking.
“So, what do you want to do first?” Borth asked as they ate. “It doesn’t have to all be sex, there’s some massages, art stuff, dance… I mean some of them can involve sex if you want… but don’t have too. There’s some plays and some movies and stuff too. Even us orcs can’t fuck non-stop for all three days. Oh there’s some sleep tents, no privacy though. The festival is about sharing everything with your clan… so until you get back to the car you can forget about it. Save for the toilets, there’s privacy for those who want it while they do that.”
Danny listened with half an ear, mostly he focused on the question that had been asked first. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, “the shaman mentioned… like stocks and sex swings…”
A broad knowing grin spread across the orc’s face, “oh you want to do that, do you? You know it probably won’t just be me right? I mean I would totally go first, but non-orcs are a bit scarce here and everyone wants to try a bit of strange, so you strap in to one of those and … oh boy a queue is going to form.”
“You’re… making it sound far more appealing,” the wolf admitted, his jockstrap suddenly lifting up with a half erect cock.
Borth’s smile broadened and he chuckled, “I’m so glad I brought you.” Turning his attention to the band he added, “I was a little worried it might be… too much.”
“I can imagine,” the wolf replied, he was not sure how he would have handled being on the other side. Unable to explain, or ask, or anything. Not even allowed to be there when the whole thing was explained. Just waiting outside to see if their relationship was as strong as he thought. “I’m so glad you asked me… and not just because I want to go jump on a sex swing for who knows how long.”
The orc smile grew somehow broader and dopier, the huge lug leant over and Danny leant in to meet him with a soft and tender kiss. A slight whimper escaped the wolf’s lips as Born threw himself forward, their food trays getting scattered on the floor as the orc lay over him, his huge bulky form pressing down on danny. The feeling of being held down, it made Danny’s pulse quicken. Feeling warm and secure, the wolf deepened the kiss, his cock fully erect inside his jock, being slightly squeezed by two meaty orc thighs.
Eventually Borth broke the kiss and gasped, “I really love you.” Words that made Danny feel far warmer and more secure than even the feel of such a strong body dominating him ever could.
Flushing with joy the wolf replied softly, “Love you too… you…er… right here… or?”
The orc gave him a tusky grin and leant down to whisper into his ear with a gruff growl in his tone, “not here, I want to see my wolf on one of those swings howling as I remind him just how hard and fast a real orc fucks.”
A deep gasp escaped Danny’s lips, “oh fuck… please tell me they are not far away?”
With a chuckle the orc rolled to his knees and then was quickly up to his feet, he offered Danny his hand. Danny took it and was pulled to his feet easily, a brief but welcome reminder of the sheer brute strength of the orcine species. “Not far.” Laughing, the couple made their way through the crowds. With each step Danny could feel his erect cock bouncing. He had tried a sex swing once before and liked it, though that had been with his ex and only one guy. He knew this would be different, but he also knew that Borth would be nearby and that the orc would protect him.
Borth guided him to a large marque with a sign in orcish on the entrance. Stepping inside the first thing Danny noticed was the change in temperature. Outside was cool and fresh, a warm autumn evening. Inside the temperature jumped more than ten degrees, the air was humid as well and he was glad that he was just in a harness. However, he only thought of the temperature for a moment as the scent hit his sensitive lupine nose and for a moment he almost choked on the taste. The smell of dozens, maybe even a hundred or more sweaty, cum covered orcs.
Before his eyes lay a scene that rivalled even the most extreme pornographic hyperbolic takes on the hedonistic bacchanals of any sexually free culture he had heard of. The tent was huge, easily over two hundred metres in diameter. With a giant tree serving as the tent pole. Strings of lights hung between and along every branch, filling the tent with a welcoming warm yellow light. Lighting up the scene beneath it.
Orcs of every colour, shade and shape touching, kissing, sucking, fucking, fingering, rimming and more acts he was not even sure he could name. Two rows of stocks created a strange sexual alley leading up to the trunk of the tree. Most of them were full and behind them was a press of laughing, talking, orcs. Plus a few other species, the wolf noticed one of the first stocks had a young red panda in it. An exotic species, one he had never had the fortune to enjoy. While his ears were flooded with the sounds of laughing, moaning, cries of pleasure, begging for more and so much more.
“Sex swings are this way,” Borth said with a chuckle, clearly the orc knew the wolf was not quite listening to him.
As he followed Borth, his eyes ever looking to see more, a deep neigh of pleasure cut across the tent followed by a cheer and some clapping. Curious he turned and stretched his neck until he pinpointed the source. A large muscled black stallion, dangling from a branch. Danny was not sure how tall the beast would be standing up. His arms and legs were bound, so many red ropes criss crossing over his chest and limbs. Almost everything was bound, save for his huge equine shaft which was dangling down, at head height for most of the orc crowd.
Orc hands and mouths were licking and stroking on that length, while below it others were holding tankards, catching the drops of horse spunk. Several orcs nearby were laughing and drinking from similar tankards, kissing and jerking each other. Part of him wanted to ask Borth if he thought they might want to try some wolf cum on their palette. However, he decided he had several days to go, so there would be time to try other fun things.
As the two worked through the crowd, Danny could not help but notice heads turning to watch them. Hungry lustful gazes were on him, and his ass. His tail wagged uncontrollably at the attention. So intent was he on looking and taking in every detail that he did not see Borth stop and walked smack into the back of his lover with an undignified yelp of surprise.
“Sorry,” Borth muttered in slight embarrassment. “This swing’s free, if you’re sure? Oh… do you want to use the restraints or just you know lay on it?”
The swing was made of leather, strung from the branches above like a cradle, with a good wide hammock big enough for even the largest orc. From all four of the leather supports hung some leather cuffs with a furry interior. Licking his lips nervously the wolf looked around and replied, “I’m sure and yes to restraints… you’ll be here though right, if I need to get off?”
“Oh you’d better believe I’m going to get you off, wolfy boy,” Borth replied with a chuckle before quickly adding in a serious tone. “I will be here throughout, I promise, you give the word and you’ll be down so fast your head will spin.”
The butterflies in his stomach appreciated the promise far more than the joke. Taking a deep breath, Danny turned and hopped backwards onto the leather sling. Borth held it still for him as he lay back and wriggled against it. The leather was soft and yet strong and looking up his vision was filled with branches, autumnal leaves and fairy lights. A strangely beautiful thing to see, as he felt hands grabbing his ankles and pulling his legs up. One by one his limbs were bound to the swing.
Bondage was no new thing to the wolf, they practised it regularly. Though looking around himself he certainly felt he had levelled up in his exploration of the kink.
“There, snug as a fuckable bug in a sex rug,” the orc muttered as Danny’s final arm was strapped firmly in. The restraints were tight and yet their soft lining made them more comfortable. Danny would have rejected metal cuffs or the like. He’d tried them before and the lack of give hurt and he knew he was not interested in that kind of restraint.
Huge green hands caressed his cheeks and he looked up into Borth’s kind eyes and gave a nod. Borth’s huge thumbs caressed his cheeks and then he leant down and they shared a soft and tender kiss. “Ready?” Borth whispered softly as their lips parted.
“Yes, so fucking ready.” Danny replied, his voice strong and determined. Any doubts he had were long gone now he was there. He lay back and just looked up at the display above him. A moment later he felt hands grasping his hips and the swing move slightly as Borth got into position. He let his limbs rest on the restraint, trusting his weight to the sling and took a few deep slow breaths trying to relax.
A moment later, he felt something warm and slick pressing to his pucker. Glancing down he saw Borth with a focussed expression on his face. He studied that handsome face, the strong chin, tusks and those kind and gentle eyes. Losing himself in the detail and then he cried out softly as Borth thrust firmly, his lubed and used ass taking the cock in easily. That warmth filled him wonderfully until his hips slapped off Borth’s.
The orc held there and Danny closed his eyes just focussing on the feelings and sensations. The thickness stretching him, the warmth and the tingle of excitement. The slight strange pressure that let him know something was pressing near his prostate, a slight tickle that he knew would only grow if his lover continued to hit the sweet spot. An unexpected touch made him gasp and thrust his crotch up slightly as he felt pressure on his crotch. Then he heard the sound of a zip, even over the din of so many lovers so near, the sound was somehow thunderous. A moment later his fully erect meat was standing proud and untouched in the air.
Large hands grasped his hips again and he felt himself being pushed back and then swinging back forward. The thick length probed deep inside him once more as they both cried out in soft bliss. This time there was no stopping the swing rocked back and forth gently as Borth began to ream his depths firmly. His thrusts made the swing bounce slightly, only for Danny’s own weight to be used to drive back down onto that thick green length.
Danny grabbed the straps of the swing, groaning deeply as the thickness invaded deeper. He could hear Borth’s groans of pleasure and he smiled to know he was bringing his lover as much if not more pleasure. While his cock began to throb and ache, on instinct his right paw let go and moved to grab it, only to be stopped after moving just an inch. Whimpering a little he grasped the sling again, knowing that his own needs could only be seen to with the help of his lover. A lover that was clearly lost in the pleasure of the warm wolf body squirming around his cock.
Borth was moaning and issuing curse words in orcish tongue. His pace was growing faster and faster. The smack of their hips crashing grew louder. The wolf could feel the shockwaves of their collisions reverberating through the swing, making him swing faster. His own momentum and weight aiding his lover to breed his desperately needy depths.
With deep grunts and snarls Borth kicked up to his highest gear. Danny knew that his lover was close, his cock was tingling. The pressure inside him growing and his need to grab himself and reach orgasm was taking over him. His wrist struggled more against the restraint, but Broth had done a good job and there wasn’t enough give for him to wriggle his wrist free. He panted and gasped, whimpering and hoping his lover would see his situation and see to his desperately growing needs.
With one last powerful thrust, Borth’s meat was buried deep inside him and he felt the tickle and warmth of a heavy load being deposited within him. His own cock ached and twitched in the warm musky air. Jets of precum fountaining up and splashing down on his stomach and balls. “Please… finish me.” He whimpered, finally able to articulate his needs.
His orc lover held still panting heavily, not moving a muscle or giving any indication of hearing him. Just as Danny was about to beg for a second time he got a reply, “not yet, puppy. You need to earn that release.” Words that the wolf both loved and hated to hear. His body was already begging for release and yet just hearing his lover taking control like that made him jet another string of precum.
Grunting, Borth pulled his cock out and moved around to stand beside Danny’s head. The wolf’s eyes shone as he saw the cum stained cock getting closer, “Can I go next?” The strange voice reminded him, they were not alone. Very far from it. Glancing around the wolf could see a bunch of orcs, all looking at him with hunger in their eyes. The boldest of them was standing not far from his well spread legs with a hopeful expression on his face waiting for an answer.
The wolf glanced up into Borth’s eyes, who just smiled and gave a slight nod. Danny knew he had full permission and unable, or unwilling to speak he just gave the orc a thumbs up. He was an older male, his much darker green skin put him in his fifties. With a huge beard and bald green head. His tusks were far longer than Borth’s and had rings going right through the ivory. He did not get a glimpse of what was between the older orc’s legs as he stepped right between his spread legs.
Borth’s hands gently stroked his cheeks and then lightly pulled his head to the side. A thick, cum-coated, cock was presented to his lips and he began to suckle as he heard Borth say, “don’t touch his dick, I’ll decide if he’s earned it.” There was a dominance to his tone that Danny had never heard him use. Maybe it was because he was always quick to obey, but most likely he was stamping down his authority not just on Danny but on the orcs around him waiting their turn. Letting them all know that they had to respect their partnership.
“Oh fuck!” the older orc groaned as his cock slipped easily inside the wolf. His girth was easily a match for Borth, but he lacked a little in length. However, the cock soon found his sweet spot. Rocking back and forward in the sling, the wolf tried to focus on the cock in his mouth, sucking slowly and softly, knowing that just after cumming Borth tended to be extra sensitive and that a firm suck would overstimulate.
“He’s pretty tight,” the older orc observed as he hilted again.
“Not for much longer,” chuckled Borth in response. His fingers stroking Danny’s cheeks reassuringly, he knew the orc was just engaging in some sexy banter, that he could ask for it all to stop any time he wanted. However, as that cock hit home inside him, asking to stop was the last thing on his mind. He closed his eyes, drinking in his lover’s familiar taste, the heat of that cock on his tongue, the firmness between his lips, getting more firm as the orc recovered from breeding him. All the while the older orc grew more confident and his thrusting got faster.
Danny’s cock began to ache with need soon, he flexed and twitched it as he squirmed, till keeping that orc cock between his lips. “Not yet puppy,” Borth whispered and he whimpered to hear it. He wondered just how much… how many, before he would have “earned it”. With the dick in his mouth reaching its full harness, Danny knew his lover was recovered enough. His tongue lashed out, curling around the glans and teasing the meatus, as he increased the sucktion and drank in the deep satisfied groans of pleasure from his lover. Maybe he was tied down, but he still had a few tricks he could use, tricks to reward his lover and to earn his way to some release.
The older orc was grunting and panting loudly already, “Oh fuck… not gonna last much longer,” and Danny chuckled a little to hear it. If the orcs wanted to play, he was down to play dirty. Putting years of yoga, pilates and gym sessions to work he clenched and flexed around that invading cock. Squirming in the harness a little to make his depths clench and massage the cock inside them. The reaction was instantaneous, a deep throated roar of pleasure as the older male’s thrusting hit fever pitch.
“Oh fuck…oh yes…so…fucking…good!” The male cried out as his cock reamed the wolf’s depths desperately and Danny felt a slight tickle running down his buttcrack. He closed his eyes once more and smiled to think his ass was already leaking cum. Two orcs down and infinite more still to cum. The wolf smiled to himself as the spent cock was pulled from his used rump and he heard another voice say, “next?” This time the wolf did not even look up, he did not care who it was, his focus was on Borth, he was the one he needed to please the most. He gave a thumbs up and he heard Borth tell whoever it was to go for it.
Borth’s voice had been strained and Danny redoubled his efforts as another pair of hands grasped at his body. The wolf’s fur was soaked with sweat and around his crotch precum. His cock was glistening in the light, every inch coated in pre, his large knot fully swollen and aching. Every moment that passed his need to cum was on his mind. Filling his every thought, he had to please his lovers to cum and he needed to cum, oh gods did he need to cum.
Sucking firmly on the length and bobbing on the thickness as much as he could, the wolf heard Borth’s breath catch in his throat. He badly wanted to grab Borth’s huge nuts and give them a squeeze, it was a quick way to get his lover over the edge. However, his wrists once again pulled against the firm restraints. While a new cock began thrusting inside him, over and over. This one had length and it reached untouched spots inside him.
“Mmmm… drink it all,” Borth growled suddenly and the wolf did not need to ask what he meant. The cock between his lips throbbed hard and he felt warm jets of orc cum splashing to the back of his throat. He swallowed greedily, the heat and his lust had given him a thirst that it would take many orc loads to quench.
After a few jets, Borth suddenly pulled back and Danny whimpered as the cock was pulled from his hungry lips. Several jets of orc spunk landed over his face and muzzle, he licked at it desperately but was unable to get more than a little cleaned off. The rest sank into his fur and he knew would be there until he was released and able to wash his fur. Not that he minded, he just lay back happily in the swing as he felt the new orc pounding away.
A slight touch to his arm made him turn to the side opposite Borth. A tall red orc stood there, erect cock in his hand and a hopeful look on his face. “Next?” Was all he uttered and the wolf’s thumb shot up and his jaw dropped open. He heard Borth chuckling a little as he showed just how much of a lupine slut he could be. Sucking desperately on the new cock, while another pounded away inside him. All the while his own cock ached, throbbed and begged for a touch that never seemed to come.
With a grunting cry of bliss the third orc emptied inside him. A quick question and a thumbs up and another took his place. This one was different, Danny cried out around the thick cock in his mouth as he felt something far thicker than anything he had taken before pressing inside him. Twisting his face just enough he caught a glimpse of the new “orc”. He was covered in golden fur and had a long equine muzzle. The wolf’s mind reeled as he realised he’d just taken a stallion’s cock into his well bred rear.
Taking deep calming breaths, he tried to relax and just let the thick length slide in. He was glad this equine had not been first up, his ass had been worked and stretched enough that he was able to take the shaft with just a bit of discomfort. Danny focussed his mind on sucking, servicing the cock in his mouth. Licking and caressing enjoying the taste of precum and the feel of the heat that radiated off it. Drinking in the sounds around him, the grunts and moans of pleasure and the words of encouragement he picked up from Borth.
The stallion was taking it slow, that much Danny was grateful for. It gave his body time to adjust as his ass was slowly worked open, around the huge invading length. He let out a slight gasp as he felt something wider hit his tight ring. For a moment he thought the horse had hilted already, however as the stallion continued to press forward he remembered the pictures and videos he had seen of horses in action. They had a ridge halfway down, the medial ring. He shuddered a little to feel how much was already inside him and knew it was only half of what the horse could give.
Grunting softly, the orc by his head began to move. That delicious length thrusting in and out of his hungry muzzle quickly. It was just a matter of seconds before he felt the cock throb between his lips and felt a strong gush of cum flooding his muzzle. He swallowed greedily, milking the cock with the skill of a thirsty expert. Before it was pulled from his lips, drooling and spent. Danny gave a soft sigh of content and rolled back onto the swing, and looking around he saw Borth still stationed next to him, ever watchful.
The two exchanged glances that let both know the other was ok. Words were not needed. Though as the horse bucked, Danny felt the strong tingle of his prostate being pressed. His cock jerked involuntarily and he sprayed a good jet of precum over his own stomach and chest. Danny glanced down to look at the horse, but the equine’s head was down, clearly bent on the task of stuffing so much thick equine cock into such a tight lithe wolf frame.
With a few more rough, but short, thrusts the equine gave out a whinny of triumph. Danny groaned loudly as he finally felt those equine hips pressed to his ass. Inside him was more cock than he had ever dreamt of taking. His depths stretched wider than ever before, the giant member pressing heavily and constantly on his prostate. The equine’s head lifted and Danny saw a gleam in the horse’s eye. Something told him that this stud was done trotting and was just desperate to gallop.
A slight nod of his head was all it took to spur the equine on. Danny squealed out as half of the huge length was pulled rapidly from his depths and louder as it rammed back inside him. The tickle inside him grew and spread. Over and over the stud thrust and the pair cried out in joy. While around the two furs dozens of orcs shouted them on. Cheering the horse to fuck faster, telling Danny just how good a bitch he was being. None of it really made it to the wolf’s brain, his thoughts were utterly lost to the lust and sensation.
All he could do was lay back and take it as the equine drove into him faster and faster. His ass stinging slightly to the slap of two huge leathery nuts as the brute pounded him open wider. His cock’s psiren song grew louder and louder. It deafened all knowledge and sensation. All he knew was the feel of the thickness reaming him, breeding him like a willing mare and the burning need inside his loins to achieve that release he needed.
Panting and moaning, the wolf struggled against his restraints. His hands opened and closed, desperate to feel the heat of his own wolfhood in their desperate grip. One jerk, one stroke, one caress, one touch… it was all he needed and he would pop like some overly expensive, warm, shook up bottle of champagne. Inside him the pressure built more and more. The sound of his blood rushing deafened his ears and his legs kicked weakly. Only to be grabbed by two strong hands and held firmly in position.
It was the most exquisitely blissful torture. Thrust by thrust, moment by moment, his need grew and the pressure inside him built. Until he arched his back, rammed himself onto that cock with whatever strength and leverage he could muster. His mouth opened in a deafening howl of bliss. His cock’s song reached a crescendo and a wave of pleasure passed from the tip of his ears down through his entire form and concentrated right to the tip of his cock. A thick powerful jet of cum erupted forth, spraying over his own head.
Writhing and howling, the lupine was swallowed whole by his orgasm. The bliss coursing through every fibre of his body as his cock sprayed more and more, his balls contracting almost painfully as they tried to give every drop in one. His chest was soaking with sweat and his own cum. Jet after jet erupted from his aching tip until utterly spent he collapsed on the swing panting and whimpering.
He heard the sound of clapping and he felt the huge cock pull from his depths. A flood of cum leaking out and splashing down onto the floor. Danny panted and gasped in shock as a gentle green hand stroked down his arm, “I’d say you earned that puppy. You want a break, maybe a drink and even a shower?” Borth’s voice asked.
The wolf was only able to nod in response. However, as Borth began to undo the restraints, much to the disappointment of those gathered near he did manage to say weakly, “but we’ll be coming back for more later, right?”
“Of course, if you want to. Whatever you want,” chuckled the orc as he picked the spent wolf up.
Danny rested his head on his lover’s strong shoulder and wondered at what else they might do over the next three days. “Praised be to H’aal.” He muttered with a smile and a yawn.
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