Every phin has his day 3: The Black Dorsal
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The following story involves a loving gay phin/orca relationship, a naughty threesome of males, and lots of other things very adult in nature. If you're not of age in your home territory, read no further, please! Comments, Suggestions, and Critiques are welcome. Flames will be used to roast weinies and marshmellows! Now enjoy, have fun, and I hope you get a kick out of the story:)
Angis, Namcha, Lyle, Kyle, Bruno, and Calafin are all (c) The Author, John Tursiops Calafin. The Black Dorsal Club, the Neoworld universe, and all related properties are also (c) the Author.
Angis groaned softly as he woke up, smiling as he glanced up at the face of his Master and sir, Namcha, the morphic orca sleeping peacefully next to him atop the king-size bed they shared, Covers shrouding most of his nude form save part of his arm and torso, his muscular chest slowly rising and falling in the strange apha brain-state/sleep pattern anthro cetaceans had, partly of their ancestors and partly from being morph. Gingerly, not wanting to wake him, yet, he slid from under the sheets, stretching in the sunlight coming through the large window in the side of their shared quarters, a massive room suspended from the roof of the Club they shared ownership of.
Arms over his shoulders, he glanced in a mirror and smiled, glad his body was one his master enjoyed so much. The form staring back at him was a unique one, 6'4", mostly bottlenose malephin, but thanks to some majick from a draconic friend, also having orca traits, strong countercolouring and a more wide build matching a form like a gymnasts, tho at his masters preference he'd let a little blubber grow on him, just enough to make him look more mature then the High-schooler he'd been 3 years ago when Namcha had claimed him in front of his family and the water polo team. As he always was at their home, he was nude, the only sign of his malehood a puckered slit in his groin, his tail swaying a bit behind him back and forth, dorsal proud with a single ring piercing it's tip.
Glancing down, he blushed as he realized his body was still coated in the dried remnants of their lovemaking last night, his backside and chest sheening with a dry, sticky film. It had been the Black Dorsal Clubs first anniversary, and he'd been showing off some dancing skills a girlphin submissive friend of his had taught him to his master. It hadn't been half an hour before he'd been dragged back to the managers office, the door barely latched before the lump he'd been teasing and rubbing on the dance floor for that time was filling his beak, then feeding him his reward as he happily gulped down his Orcan Masters seed. Barely a few moments later his pants had been yanked down,his body braced against the wall, and that same wondrous maleness had been impaling him, his fishnet shirt rubbing his nipples as he'd groaned and thanked his sir. He'd been taken by his master twice more on their bed before he'd asked for and been given permission to orgasm, his member coating their bellies with his seed as the final load of orcaseed flooded his backside, their beaks holding in a passionate, loving kiss.
Shaking his head, he brought himself out of his reverie and checked, smiling, as he did every morning, at the collar of softened blue leather he wore, his masters name boldly printed on the side in waterproofed silver letters. 3 Years since he'd been claimed, and he was even more in love now then that day with Namcha. Nodding in approval at his appearance, he walked to the kitchen and began preparing Namcha's breakfast of choice, Scrambled eggs with ham and bell peppers, toast, coffee, bacon, and a tall glass of iced OJ. By now, he'd gotten the rhythems down, and it took only a few minutes for the food to be steaming, the dishes cleaned and put away as he walked to the foot of their bed and began massaging his beloved Sir's feet, slowly waking him.
He'd discovered quite by accident how much Namcha loved his feet rubbed as a wakeup, something to do with his mother tickling him awake that way as a calf, but he loved indulging him. The low groans coming from him showed his waking up, the muscular orca sitting up and then smiling down at him "Good morning, Angis. Sleep well, I hope?" He couldn't help but smile up at his Master, giving a low churr "Always with you, Sir."
A soft, loving chuckle made him blush as the orca pulled him up to standing by his chin, planting a deep, happy kiss on his beak, then churring "Go to your place."
Nodding, he walked to the table and kneeled, hands on his lap, next to his Masters chair, smiling back at the muscular orca as he stood up. No matter how many times he saw it, he could never get enough of seeing the bull whales muscular form: it was not a weightlifters body, but a strong, widely built body, only a little blubber padding along the firm muscle, accentuating rather then hiding his muscles, softening rather then concealing them. At 7 feet tall, he was not as tall as some orcas, nor as short as some, but, to use a term his mother had "built like an outhouse." The nly outward sign of his malehood was a concession to morphism, a pair of heavy balls he adored worshipping, mounted under a large slit, though no-one passing him on the street could confuse him for a female, he was very much a male.
Churring, his eyes a light blue, the orca walked to the table and sat, his fluked tail penduluming behind him as he eyed the food and trilled at him "Very good, Angis..." and slowly took the first bite of food, tasting and enjoying it "You added something, Paprika?" His nod and chitter was met by a "Again, good..." Taking a forkful of the eggs, his Master and mate lowered it, allowing him to take a mouthful and taste it himself, his eyes lighting happily. Nothing ever felt so good as compliments from the orca sitting next to him, and nothing tasted so good as food He shared with him. After each bite, he was allowed a bite in turn, contentedly kneeling next to him on the plush carpet which covered the floor of their room.
After finishing breakfast, he took care of the dishes, a soft churr coming from him as he felt his Sir's hands carress his backside and hug him from behind, a soft nuzzle along his neck making him Mmmm and coo softly, a blush on his beak a moment later as a soft chuff went into his earhole "It seems we're both in need of a bath.. we do have that interview today." "Yes sir, Shall I prep the shower?" He yelped softly as a playful hand swatted his rumpcheek and pinched it "Yes, Have it ready in 3 minutes."
Murring, he quickly finished the dishes up and had to stop himself from speed walking to the shower, a trio of nozzles spraying mist turned on and adjusted to the temperature his Sir preferred, which he found a bit cold, but not unpleasently so. Kneeling again atop the showermat, he churred as the orca walked in, shutting the smoked glass door behind him and gently brushing under his chin with a finger "We need to look professional for our potential employees, so take extra care." Nodding, he took a hand-towel and coated it in moisturizing soap, then stood and began rubbing it into the slick blubber of his master, massaging and stroking his every muscular curve and detail, slowly kneading the muscles as the orca huffed and mmmmed from the treatment, the dried cum quickly cleaned away. Walking around him, he massaged his dorsal and back, making sure to get his neck and shoulders as well, carressing him through the towel like he'd been last night on the dancefloor. Glancing down, he grinned as he saw the effect it had caused, and he moved back to his Masters front, kneeling and slowly rubbing his legs, eyeing his target.
His master was not overly endowed, but he was big and thick, and it was also showing, a pink tip and a few inches of staff hanging form his slit as he continued massaging his legs. Leaning forward, he couldn't resist nuzzling his Orca's heavy ballsac, his beak sliding up and letting his balls roll and slide atop it as he licked them gently, the fat malepride bobbing above his face as he churred, still rubbing his Sirs feet with the soapy hand-towel. "4 times last night, and you still want more? You are a little phin cockslut, aren't you?" His blush answered even as his tongue kept busy, his blowhole letting him speak even while so occupied, as it rested atop his head "I'm *your* cockslut phin, Sir, and with you I can never get enough."
Chuckling, the orca gripped his head and gently rubbed his beak on his balls, a moan coming from him a he was made to worship his Master and Mate's heavy sac, the fat orcacock jutting from his groin not merely from morning wood anymore as his Master murred and then pulled his beak away, his expectant and pleading eyes answered by a grin and murr "Later, We have an interview, remember?" Nodding in acceptance, he then grinned mischieviusly, taking the towel and cleaning his masters maleness with it, the orca having to brace against the wall as practiced hands teased and stroked and pleasured his malepride, getting him close to his edge but then stopping, smiling innocently up at the gasping orca above him "Clean, sir?"
Pulling him to his feet, his Master gave him an amused glare, then swatted his ass again "Smart-Ass Slave... For that, you're going to wear a cockring tonight." Nodding he soaped and cleaned himself quickly, trying and failing to hide the smile on his beak: he so *loved* teasing his Sir like that sometimes. Turning off the water, he quickly toweled off the muscular orca, this time not lingering on his groin, his master chuffing warmly as his form was left with just enough moisture to be healthy, his own body quickly toweled off, though he couldn't resist bending over to clean his feet and wiggling his exposed rump at his Sir, getting a playful pinch in response as he squeaked.
Smiling, he retrieved a proffessional looking but casual shirt and pants for his sir, laying them neatly on the bed along with the usual custom shoes, socks, and undergarments for him, unable to resist giving him a thong as he murred. A playful smile from his sir and a nod let him retrieve his own adornment, and that which he preferred, a simple pair of thong speedos. Getting dressed, he let his Master finish, and then followed him as they headed down to the central stage, eager to see who this new 'talent' might be.
Walking down the stairwell and onto the main floor, he glanced around, still a bit in awe that he and his Master owned the club. When they'd found it, it was an old warehouse, used as a midpoint stop for freight. They'd converted the suspended supvervisor and management offices into their home, and the floor now hold a huge dance floor, a massive central stage dominating the center of the huge room, the entire placed floored in stained oak panels, fitted so tightly not even drinks could get between the boards. Half of the floor was simply open dance-space, A half circle of chairs 6 deep surrounded the other half of the stage, save an enclosed hallway which led from it to the side of the club, allowing perfomers unobstructed passage to and from the dressing rooms. A large bar they'd labored for almost 2 weeks to make stood against one wall, a rather burly bear waving to them as they entered, the waves returned warmly as they approached the stage.
It took only a few moments after they'd sat down for a knock to come at the big oak doors, Bruno their bartenders letting in a Tall delphic figure. He forced himself to blink as two other beings entered behind him, Wings against their back, the door shutting revealing them as Gryphons, his eyes riveted at their muscular forms and the bulges under their loinclothes, the only clothing they wore. Both were a mixture of dusky browns along their feathers and lower halves, Digitigrade legs holding up muscular haunches as they slowly walked forward, a shining gold ring piercing each of their nipples, both looking cautious and eager. The male bottlenose form next to them he recognized as being one of their friends, the owner of a large business called YPBS, as well as being a fellow sub for his Mistress, a herm orca.
Forcing himself not to stare, he blushed as his Master leaned over "Thank you for not staring, but do try to not let your belly show." Glancing down, he realized he did indeed have some pink in his belly from the gryphons, quickly changing how he kneeled to conceal it as the trio approached, the gryphons bowing to his Sir. "Angis, Meet Lyle and Kyle... they were wondering if you could use some gryphons working part time, as Naketa and I are a bit busy lately and want them to have something they enjoy to do"
Nodding, Namcha churred "Allright Cal.. hope you had fun last night.." A playful grin was on his beak as the bullphin sat, jumping a moment from an obviously rather sore bottom and making him and his master chuckle knowingly; He'd seen Naketa's endowment on a couple occassions, and shi was big even by orca standards, with obvious results. Sitting down in the chair again, this time more gingerly, Calafin motioned to the two handsome and well built gryphons, motioning them towards the stage. Nodding, they literally jumped up, Forcing him to suppress a murr at seeing their well muscled rumps flex in the effort; no question, the pair of them were sexy in every way he liked, though still nothing compared to his Master.
Standing at the stage, both of them bowed, revealing the fact they were not just close in appearance, but near identical, almost certainly twins. A quick command from his Master made them remove their loinclothes, his kneel again forced to a new positioning to hide his pinkening belly as they revealed rather heavy and large sheathes clad in the same brown fur as the rest of them, a set of hefty balls, the size of golf balls, hanging beneath, just a bit larger then their height would have in proportion, the twins almost as tall as his Master. Clacking their beaks in what he believed to be a pleasured gesture, they turned to each other, assuming stances he'd expect as a prelude to combat. And then the display began.
Each of the gryphmales would make a motion for an attack, a kick, a punch, a feint, to be answered by his twin. It was poetic, not frenzied, a mixture of dance, combat, and erotic showmanship, putting their bodies, their strength, their agility on full display. Each wingbeat, posture, maneuever and counter was synchronized, as though having been done dozens of times before, not a motion wasted as they danced and fought. Glancing at his Master, he could see he was equally entranced, their moving bodies performing an artistic display the likes of which he'd expect at a packed Vegas casino or back in the days of Nude, male only Olympics in Greece.
Turning his gaze back to the twins, he had trouble not focusing on their nude sheathes, balls and tight backsides, as they moved with their forms, the height of male eroticism as they put their bodies on display not as still statues but as moving, breathing, living beings, their eyes never leaving their partners as their movements became slower, more sensuous over time. Slowly, the punches became carresses, the combat turning into a dance of seduction, and he recognized certain manuevers from the same Subbie girlphin who'd taught him the moves he'd used the previous night; it seemed they had recieved instruction from her as well. After several moments of the incredibly erotic, seductive dance, tails flexing, they finally grasped each other and kissed, hands holding, before turning and bowing again.
It took all three of them a moment to recover from the rapture they'd shared at the display, his hands meeting a moment after his Masters in giving them a loud round of applause, the gryphon twins smiling and then both kneeling to them, performing a full submissives bow before standing, revealing the dance had effected them as well, their sheathes heavy, a tip of pink showing from them as they slowly inhaled and exhaled, catching their breath and making their muscular, feather coated chests flex. Smiling up at his master, he murred "I think they'd make excellent Employees, Sir..." and chittered as his Master nodded, then trilled to the pair on stage "Very well, we can negotiate your contract in a smale while... for now, I desire a different type of show, and it seems my Submissive, Angis, wishes to help you vent some of that energy"
Blinking at his master, he waited, and then squeaked as the orca pointed "Strip, Angis, and give them the chance to vent some steam... I know you'll make me proud." Nodding, he stood and removed the speedos, revealing not only his nudity but his fully aroused member as he walked to the stage and got up, then kneeled, the gryphons waiting for Calafins allright and then murring, guiding his beak to their groins as their members quickly grew to full staff.
Opening his beak, he slowly licked along the tip of one gryphons member, eyeing them and forcing himself not to stare; they weren't overwendowed, but they were *hung*, thick and stiff, just a bit shy of his masters cock, but rather than being orca, combining feline, anthro, and avian traits, a nice fat head leading a uniform thickness back to what looked like the beginnings of a knot. Gripping one in each hand, he began nursing on one, then the other, crooning and churring as he sampled the musky, male taste of their members, each gryphon slowly thrusting in his beak when he had claim on it, then letting his brother have his turn before resuming. His own member, a hybrid of dolphin and orca traits, was standing tall, dribbling pre down it's length as he began throating one male and then his twin, his belly as pink as their members as he murred happily.
Sliding his beak from their members, he began nuzzling and lapping at the softly furred orbs of their balls, his hands stroking them as he again worshipped the heavy sac of one, then the other, the fluid spheres rolling on his beak as he crooned, and then resumed throating him, now down to the hilt. Taking his cue, the brother on the left began thrusting into his beak, holding his head and stretching his tight delphic throat around that fat hybrid member, soft skrees echoing from his chest. Feeling his hand pulled from the second gryphcock, he opened one eye, then churred as he was maneuvered onto all fours, his tail lifted as the second male kneeled behind him, that fat cocktip rubbing at his puckered and freshly washed tailstar, a nod from his master and from Calafin all it took for it to begin invading him, his beak being forced open as his practiced tailring spread, letting the first brother thrust into his mouth to the hilt, impaling him.
Relaxing, he groaned, letting the twins use him as a phin on a spit, Sucking the first twin, Lyle, if he remembered his name right, down to his sheath, the heavy sac below it slapping at his chin as his mouth was thoroughly and eagerly fucked, sharp claws carefully stroking his shoulders and neck as he swallowed around his prey again and again. His backside was at the mercy of the second brother, Kyle, his thick gryphpride spreading him again and again, deeper and deeper, hands holding his waist, until finally with a happy chirrup the bunched fur of the males sheath rubbed against his tailhole, a well muscled belly softened by fur slapping rhythemically against his slick backside, stretching his tight recesses and making his member drool pre onto the wooden stage as his prostate was thorughly examined. He couldn't say how much he loved this, feeling thick cocks rutting and claiming him, especially members as hung and males as strong as these, though none of them could ever approach the feel of making love to his Master.
Tensing himself, he began actively sucking on the thick cock in his throat, his tongue bathing it with happy chirrups as he closed his eyes and mmm'ed, enjoying the warm fur as it stroked against his face and the throbbing of the member within his gullet. His movement also let him begin squeezing his tight ring around the twin invading his backside again, starting to thrust back against it as he was speared again and again, letting them set the rhythem as he crooned, announcing to him and his master that all was well. Opening one eye a moment, he murred as he saw his master had unzipped his pants and pulled aside his thong, his member being stroked by his hand as he watched, Calafin doing the same as they eyed him being doubly impaled.
Refocusing his attention, he groaned as the gryphons began to thicken with promise, both of the twins seemingly linked in their rhythems, their staves plowing into him in joined passion as they began to near the edges, a groan escaping him as he heard a command from his Master "No Angis, you may not Climax until commanded" and nodded assent a moment, forcing his own arousal down in his mind even as his member leaked eagerly. It took only a few more delicious minutes before the brothers thrustings grew erratic, then finished, his mouth sucking and gulping down the hot, salty, musky treat of the male before him, his tailhole suddenly feeling so very, wonderfully warm as the other brothers seed flooded him, his backside held flush to the lusty gryphons groin as he studded him. It took all his willpower not to touch himself or orgasm as he was doubly seeded, their wads of seed seemingly endless as they held him.
It took several moments for them to finish, both males huffing as they slowly relaxed in post-orgasm, holding his happily clenching body between them as they stroked him. Slowly, reluctantly, they began pulling from him, still semi-firm, their knots unclaimed as yet. A soft squeak came from him as the male behind him pulled out, his tailhole instantly squeezing to try and hold in all that seed, his beak allowed freedom a moment later as he murred and smiled at his Master, enjoying the feel of seed dribbling from his backside onto his groin and crotch. Smiling at him, Namcha murred at the two gryphons "Do you wish another round?"
Before he could speak a word, both Nodded, and he found himself flipped onto his back, his legs lifted over the shoulders of the First gryphon, yes, his name was Lyle, the male grinning down at him and rubbing his quickly refirming shaft along his backside as he squeaked softly, his own member still bobbing hard from his groin. His view was obstructed a moment later as the second male, Kyle, squatted and pressed his balls to his beak, allowing him to lick and suck at them as the larger male pawed at his re-arousing staff, dribbling a mixture of pre and aftercum onto his belly. A few moments later, his freshly stretched tailhole was invaded, the cock in it now a bit shorter but also a bit thicker then his brothers, plowing into him as he groaned.
It took only a few strokes for the thick shaft in his tailhole to seat itself fully, his legs flexing to help drive the lusty gryphon in deeper as he kept lapping and sucking on the heavy balls above his beak, his murrs echoing off the floor. He started a moment as a hand guided his hand to his member, but he murred as he head his masters voice tell him he may orgasm ocne when they do, a happy nod his asnwer as he began stroking his member, squeezing Lyle's cock in his backside, eager to feel himself studded again. Sliding his free hand up, he gripped Kyle's base, surprised as his hand just fit around it, stroking it in time with it's owner as he dribbled and smeared hot pre-sex fluids onto his chest, his tongue flicking and stroking in every place he could find which he gryphon liked.
This second time was synchronized as the first time was, nor was it slow in building; both of the twins knew exactly what they wanted, and that was to cum in him and on him, and he was happy to oblige, especially when doing so would put on a display for his master to enjoy. Stroking off his own member he trilled and murred, savouring their muscular, furred and feathered bodies carressing and rubbing him, pounding into and pleasuring him as well as themselves. he lost track of time as they enjoyed him, his attention only coming to full fore as he heard and felt them nearing their edges.
Crooning, he bucked back at lyle, then gave a surprised squeak as he felt something he hadn't before: the gryphons knot was fully formed, and felt almost as big as his fist, the engorged flesh slapping at his tailring, seeking entry as he squirmed. A soft moan escaped him as he felt Kyle above him began shooting his seed onto his belly, arching his back and moaning as the sticky fluid coated his chest as it had been that morning, a loud *pop!* emenating from his backside as the knot of his brother tied with him, the gryphons skree matching his own squeal as his member sprayed his own seed onto himself, mixing with Kyle's as his tailhole was again flooded. Lying back on the stage, he let his member keep spurting seed onto his front along with the male above him, blowing for air as he felt that wonderful, hot thickness flood his rump again, the swollen knot of the gryphon keeping it all in him as he churred to them softly, answered by soft purrss.
Glancing at his Master, he smiled at the grin he was wearing, his member still standing from his pants, Their friend Calafin in the same condition, both applauding again as he and the gryphons recovered. Churring, he gave a soft Squeak as a second *pop!* echoed against the wood, the thick knot of Lyle leaving it's temporary home as they kneeled and helped him up, aiding him in walking down to kneel at his masters feet again, Unashamed of the seed coating him.
He listened and added his own thoughts as they negotiated, though he had to admit he was a bit more fatigued then he'd figured, starting to feel quite tired as they finished up, churring at each of the gryphons as they nuzzled him and left to prepare for their new jobs. Standing, he coo'ed to his Master, giving a soft churr "I think they'll make excellent performers, Sir." The reply was a smile and nod "Indeed, they 'performed' with you very well.." His blush drew a chuckle, and he mmmm'ed as he felt his masters arms wrap around him, the orca hugging him tightly and giving him a deep kiss, his tongue stroking the larger males as he coo'ed.
"Now, for one last thing..." Glancing up at his master, he chittered softly "Yes, Sir?" Chuckling, the orca bodily picked him up like a bride, making him feel so warm, so at comfort in those big arms, his weight easily handled by the tall whale. "It's my turn, you naughty thing..." Blushing and smiling, he cuddled into the warm embrace of his Master, kissing his cheek "Yes, Sir... and Sir.. May I please cum?" His Masters warm laugh echoed in the wooden club long after the door to their room had shut, but not nearly as long the moans, croons, and words of love which soon followed.