Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 6
A new class? Is that even possible in this game?
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 6
A new class? Is that even possible in this game?
“**You think that’s true?”
“It is 100% accurate. He confirmed it was a new class. Like a side job. It helps him pull even more gold.”
“But why is Shadow keeping it quiet?”
“I can’t tell. He is mischievous like always. He never revealed his secret about the gold farm ‘til recently. Maybe he’s afraid of the implications? Are you trying it?”
“My bar is almost full. Plus, I’m tempted to see how it will go.”
“Which dungeon are you doing?”
“The forge.”
“Tsk. You had a thing for them?”
“Maybe. I never considered it before. Now, it is just… Uh. Weird.”
“Weird?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you. See you!”**
One button press and the Barbarian was in “Do not disturb” mode.
He could still receive messages, but they would all wait while he remained in that mode, allowing him to focus on what was ahead.
The Forge.
Located in the old world, near the Capital, the Forge was not a mere forge. It was a complex dug into a mountain inhabited by the dwarves, almost a capital dedicated to craftsmanship and smithing.
It was also the first Dungeon of the game, the easiest by far due to its nature as a tutorial. The quest itself was to prove an adventurer’s worth to the Dwarfs and see if they were talented enough. At the end of that fight, every adventurer would gain a set of armor adapted to their role and would be sent on their merry way.
However, this time, it was different as Luxor stood in the middle of the melee, wearing a low-level loincloth. And getting beaten by at least three Dwarves who went at it with their hammers, slowly chipping his health bar away.
A tenth of a percentage at a time, they were unleashing all sorts of telegraphed attacks meant to be avoided by strafing. Each time he remained in the AOE, they were shouting at him hints on how to avoid the attacks.
But as time went on and Luxor glanced at his remaining ten percent health point, something shifted.
“You’re planning to lose to us?”
“Seriously, he’s coming to us with scrappy gear, and he’s not doing any effort?”
Luxor scoffed as he made some effort. Mainly avoiding having those big hammers hitting his genitals. He was bored, and with the three at it, it was difficult to prevent his gonads from being exploded as they continued to talk him down. Until they acted more lecherously.
“He’s not even trying. He wants to learn something else from us?”
“Maybe getting beaten by Dwarves is his kink?”
Those words were meant to tease shitty players, mocking them. However, the attitude had an invigorating effect on the Barbarian, who was being beaten, his muscles covered in bruises, his limbs growing increasingly sore and difficult to use as the fight progressed.
It was getting harder and harder not to get hit in the groin or the abdomen, but each time, Luxor managed to make the hit graze. And sometimes, he even clenched his teeth as he saw the hammer fly too close to his precious jewels when… With a ting, his health bar reached zero.
Like a clock, the Dwarves stopped while Luxor dropped on his knees, then down, fainting.
He woke up a second later in a different version of the instance, but with the three Dwarves surrounding him, their weapons down.
Weaponmaster Dun, Lun, and Jun.
The three brothers looked so different, with Dun having the same dun beard dripping over his chest. Lun had blond hair, which he kept in a mohawk and a short beard. At the same time, Jun had longer hair, black as coal, tied back, and a short beard with a mustache.
All three were muscular, wearing their work apron over their smaller frames… And their skin, fair, was darkened by the blotches of charcoal sticking to their sweaty self. A sight as intriguing as Luxor was gently smacked on the face, as if to wake him up.
“Welp, Lad. You are terrible at it,” said Jun, shaking his head.
“He lacks experience,” commented Lun.
“He lacks gear,” added Dun.
“No. He doesn’t have the talent. He didn’t avoid our hits. He’s not fit to be an adventurer. He should stay in the cities, working like us.”
The three bickered while Luxor took his breath. His body still ached from the regeneration that was already kicking in, steadily erasing the bruises as he sat down.
“Making us waste our time. Maybe we should break the deal with the Humans.”
“What about helping him improve?”
“Not going to teach him anything,” growled Jun, shaking his head. “He’s a waste of a fighter. He’s better as a whore. Even his cheap gear is wasted on him.”
“Is that so?” asked Luxor, a smile creeping over his face.
He didn’t know why, but he felt the need to ask them. And they turned toward him.
“Well, yeah. You’d have better chances of surviving at the Forge than outside. Didn’t know a Human could be so terrible at fighting.”
“I admit. Even with more gear, he’d need to learn more skills.”
“Skills? Look at that bitch! At best, he’d be good at sucking dicks in a back alley!”
Jun’s attitude was dismissive, perhaps born from anger and frustration. But his apron was quite tense around his lower end, and so were the rest of the trio as they shuffled on their feet, unable to tell anything.
It was different from most dungeons when, in the end, the players would get raped and abused. Bandits? You’d be bound and then fucked. Plants, you’d have all your orifices explored. Monsters? You’d be a broodmother.
It was different, and it was clear Luxor had to take a more proactive role as he slipped his loincloth into his inventory, going fully naked. Except again, his pierced nipples. He couldn’t wear the cockcage out of the Empire without being targeted by the NPCs… But still, his nipples and hairless genitals were there to admire when Dun spoke up.
“If we again report we failed an adventurer, they’ll fucking investigate the Forge.”
“What if you have to report nothing?” said Luxor, smiling and noting the three facing him and going slack-jawed.
Luxor licked his lips, watching those tenting aprons, and then focused on the eyes observing his naked body.
“If I suck you, you’ll let me pass?”
“Fuck me… Aren’t you a bitch?” laughed Jun, approaching, passing a hand atop Luxor’s head and then against his body, right down his chest.
“We could do that,” added Dun. “But we’ll want more from you than sucking. It’s been days since a whore came from the capital.”
< **The Blademasters’ Wish >
No whore has come to the Forge recently. The three Blademasters are pent-up.
Please them until they can’t keep up.
Reward: An appropriate set of armor and ???**
The purple window had reappeared, with a quest that was sexually themed. One window that was even promising a reward for Luxor as he smiled and licked his lips again. And licked Jun’s when the Dwarf gripped him by the head to go for a kiss. One long, sultry, perverted kiss while the two other Dwarves were pulling all sorts of items from their inventory.
“You can keep up with us? We’re good with our swords,” said Lun, removing his apron to reveal his cock, which was almost a third leg for the dwarf. Much like the same for the whole trio as they stripped bare, revealing their muscular and evidently hairy bodies.
“Yes. I’ve endured worse,” said Luxor with a grin, gripping his meaty cheeks to pry them apart and reveal his swollen asshole. A rim that winked back at them.
“We should keep him around,” said Dun.
But already, the three were at work.
Jun was all focused on Luxor’s mouth, locking lips in a kiss that was sumptuous and tempting as the old Dwarf happily scoured the Barbarian’s mouth. A kiss that stretched and continued while fingers danced and pulled on Luxor’s nipples, teasing the meaty nubs while the Dun and Lun were at work.
Lun was the most focused on Luxor’s asshole. The moment he saw it, the Dwarf was all touch and caresses, exploring the entrance with his calloused fingers. He had the digits poking, prodding, touching. And by a matter of minutes, he was inserting two and then three fingers inside that hole.
He was not even trying to use any jar of lube or anything; he was going at it, and Luxor’s asshole was practically returning it with its self-lubrication and the heat it gave off.
No… By the suction it displayed in holding Lun’s fingers inside, making it even difficult to pull outward or in one direction unless there was some applied strength.
And Lun… He was radiating, grinning, joyful at the sight and sensation. He pulled in one direction, then another, trying to give the entrance a more vertical shape with his fingering while admiring the suave entrance that practically radiated heat.
As for Dun? Well.
He was preparing. Or he had been preparing while his brothers had their fun. But with one cough, he forced them to stop long enough. Luxor was put on his back, his face practically rubbing against Jun’s genitals.
And the Barbarian, blind by that scrotum, only felt the hands going over his belly, his pubes, and then on his cock.
“Hrmphh? What’s happening?” he asked, before something warm and sticky was pressed against his mouth. One cock. A dwarf’s cock that, without any problem, slipped through his lips and silenced that Human. One cock so wide it bulged through the neck… And Jun was all stroking it through the skin.
“Not your problem, whore.”
“He’ll be lovely like that. Plus… Such a small cock. I didn’t know humans could be so small,” chuckled Dun, poking at Luxor’s shrunken and stubby cock. He poked at the foreskin, then at the tip… And then gripped it between his fingers to wave it around, and then stroked it.
Stroke it… Before something lukewarm, rigid, and metallic was pressed against Luxor’s urethra and…
The Barbarian hissed. Or a faint whistle, a faint exhalation, came from his gagged mouth while Dun inserted that large sound within the urethra. Large as it was practically twice the usual width of Luxor’s urethra.
And yet, the rod was slipping inside, bulging through the cock’s underside, and descending. Slowly, steadily, assuredly. It descended the stubby organ until that bulge was to meet with the groin itself.
A progress that culminated when that sound reached a place inside Luxor, a place he was not to feel… And yet felt, somehow, struck by the sensation of being massaged from inside.
A massage that was insidious, perverse, but so good, Luxor was even shaking his hips, much to Lun’s displeasure.
“You could wait until you inserted it!”
“So you could have your fun and not me? Not at all! If you want to attach him, be my guest! But I want to try out my new gear!”
Luxor’s mind echoed with the question, “New gear”? Wasn’t it an armor? The thought came as he felt a sting at the tip of his cock: intense but short-lived like a pinprick. He hissed, or so would have, but his throat remained stuffed by Jun’s massive cock… And the Barbarian had to endure as the pinprick continued along his length. Along the cock’s underside, while the rod seemed to vibrate and tease his inside.
Tease them in a novel and perverse way, getting fucked wasn’t even close to it.
But fucking was still good. And with Lun stepping away, his asshole burned. Burned enough, Luxor reached for it and… Inserted two fingers inside, then three. His entrance, self-lubricated, was horrendously hot to the touch. But the moment he had one finger inside, I was like ice had been inserted in it. And the Barbarian relaxed: throat, cock, groin, limbs.
Relaxed and tensed again when the rod started to go up and down while the pinprick sensation continued.
“Be gentle. He’s almost biting me!”
“He can’t… His jaw is locked,” scoffed Dun, shaking his head while continuing his work. But he was doing something to Luxor’s cock. And the poor Barbarian couldn’t even feel it since, when he approached his hand to it, it was to have them smacked away.
Even his ass was to become an untouched place when his hands were smacked away from it… And then bound, attached, much like his legs. It had to be Lun, the only one not at work. The legs were bound, kept bent with the feet lifted. The hands were attached to the knees, and Luxor’s entire torso was forced to stay still and flat despite the tension over his shoulders, arms, and chest.
He wanted to scream, to shout. But those sounds were silenced by Jun’s cock… And those desires were increased by the presence of one hand slipping at once within his asshole, and the rod being pulled… Then replaced by another one, a thinner rod that slipped right in and contorted when it reached the prostate.
Fisted, sounded, facefucked, the Human couldn’t even move at all while the three Dwarves were using him. And seemingly, doing something to his body as the pinprick continued all over his genitals and then on the inside of his legs. All over them, all over his body.
But he couldn’t see.
Whenever Jun pulled back, it was to have him practically sit on Luxor’s face.
It happened in one moment, amidst the rod digging way too deep inside Luxor’s prostate… And the entire fist going in and out of his asshole, yanking on his rim.
In that instant, the Barbarian had the Dwarf’s ass and weight planted on his face, forcing the Human to breathe nothing but the musky perfume coming from that clean but swampy and hairy ass.
The stench was strong, intense, raw to the nose. But oh so tempting as Luxor licked that rim, kissed it, prodded it… And then rubbed with his nose, unable to do anything else but rub himself against that posterior.
And Jun laughed.
“He’s better at it than most whores. We should keep him around,” laughed the Dwarf, giving a few smacks to the side of Luxor’s head when he readjusted his weight.
“He’ll be my magnum opus, brothers… Sure enough, we could keep him!” added Dun.
“Well… if he can take me entirely… Maybe,” scoffed Lun.
The former and the latter were still at work. But Lun’s fist had clenched and closed. And the Blademaster used his knuckles to graze Luxor’s prostate form outside, each hit echoed due to the rod firmly lodged within.
Each time, the Human’s hips almost bounced, and a grunt of frustration escaped from one of the two. Dwarves. But each time, more precum dripped from the gaping urethra, dripping all over his cock and hairless balls, themselves hit by a few pinpricks.
“Stop going so deep!” shouted Dun.
Lun answered, then, by another gut punch from within. One punch that sent Luxor heaving, huffing, and lifting his chest… And smacking his face against Jun’s ass, nearly knocking the Dwarf down.
“Stop fighting! Or I’ll keep the bitch for myself! You know I can!”
A grunt came from the bickering two, but the movements were slower… And Luxor was given, then, the leisure to enjoy Jun’s musky asshole and large cock as he was forced to alternate between the two, going from one to another whenever the “leader” desired it.
Then… As the tension relaxed, there was a respite. Short-lived. Then, Dun… No, the rod within Luxor’s prostate began to vibrate again. And to unleash a tiny spark of electricity that sent the Human moaning.
“I’m done. Let’s finish him. I want to have him around,” laughed Dun.
“Got it, brother!” added Lun, as he punched Luxor’s prostate, making him experience the strength of those knuckles… A hit that sent Luxor climaxing, finally hitting the high the constant teasing had led him to.
And yet, as he came… The fist continued to graze his prostate and to progress deeper.
The rod remained firmly lodged inside Luxor’s urethra and prostate, dilating the passage further than it ought to be.
That cock kept bloating the Human’s throat, keeping him from taking a proper breath.
Luxor came… But the three Dwarves were not done with him. Not at all.
-
“Yeah. Keep me clean.”
Luxor couldn’t see. But his nose, lips, and skin worked. He could feel the searing heat from the skin. He could feel the flesh by his lips. He could smell the rancid smell of ass coming from what he licked.
And so, he continued. Not because he had been taught, but because he loved it. And even with that mask covering his entire face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed, Luxor kept licking that ass.
Kept licking Master Jun’s ass.
The Dwarf wanted his ass and balls clean even when he was smithing. And so, even when the Dwarf was hammering another ingot to shape it into another blade, Luxor was to lick. And he licked the man, rubbed his face against that body… or so leaned against the Dwarf as he had no other way to balance himself.
Luxor’s legs were kept spread and open by leather straps while his hands were behind his back. His body was tired after being abused by what felt like days… But Luxor kept coming back to it, kept logging back. Kept wanting more from the three Dwarves who had decided to keep him around so they could “train him” in the way of a bitch.
A bitch. That’s what he was for them… What they made sure to etch onto his body.
The first of such markings was the womb tattoo, a representation of a stylized womb etched onto his hairy lower belly. The purple ink was perfectly contrasting with his skin, making it obvious he had been branded.
But it wasn’t the only thing as Luxor sighed and quivered, feeling the need.
“More… master. More.”
“Urgh. Stupid bitch,” groaned Jun, and he moved a bit.
A second later, Luxor was feeling the weight on his testicles increase. Or rather, a stronger pull on the rope attached to his swollen and attached gonads. On the naked skin, runic insults had been etched. A cross, swirls, letters. It was a runic language that players couldn’t read… But his three masters had made it clear that it meant Luxor was a pathetic bitch unworthy of love.
And that his balls had to be abused, whether by being pulled down… Or by using a shock spell by pointing at the Jacob ladder along the raphe.
At that moment, it was the former with the delicate balance of pulleys attached to Jun’s legs torturing Luxor’s nuts, making them hurt so much he could hear the ping from the health points alarm.
But it was good. It made the Human feel good as he returned to his licking and worship, to insert his tongue inside Master Jun’s ass and wiggle it.
It was so good to taste it, to taste the sweat all over that sweaty rim. The Barbarian couldn’t tire of that taste. Master Jun had taught him so.
“Are you done with our pet?” Master Dun’s voice.
“What? It’s not your turn,” barked Jun, though stopping and taking another step to the left. The pressure on Luxor’s nuts increased, and a whine escaped the bound Human’s mouth, before he fell face-first to the floor since he couldn’t keep his balance.
“It is, in fact. You’ve been with him for three hours. And I want to try a new toy,” said Dun, scoffing.
“More like you want to break it. You can’t hog the Bitch all for yourself!”
“Psh! Well, let me have some fun before we have to release it! I haven’t fucked that cocklet yet!”
“Fucking it already? We told you it was dangerous for Humans!”
“Too bad, he’s taking it better than most. And he loves when I stuff his peehole. Right, Whore?”
“Yes… Yes Master Dun.”
“Too bad, it’s already time.” Master Lun.
“What? We have to release him?” asked Jun.
“Order from the crowd. They are inquiring about a missing adventurer who has disappeared in the Forge. We have to release him now. You finished his gear?”
“A few days ago,” answered Dun, huffing. “Seriously. You had all the fun in fisting him and making him worship you. I’ve got nothing!”
“I…”
The Dwarves’ voices stopped as Luxor moaned, cumming from the pain in his nuts and the stench of cum. Jun had been cumming all over the floor, and now… Now, Luxor could fulfill his addiction to cum while inhaling the strong dwarf musk. Still… He tried to speak, through heaves and moans as his orgasm kept rolling, kept hitting him.
“I could… Come back for you, Masters,” moaned the Barbarian, smiling stupidly.
**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98. Whore level 1.
Sanity: 9/100
Oral capacity: 103 | Anal capacity: 114 | Fertility: 4**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I, Whore Gear, Cum addiction.