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Green Bottoms, Green Tops 3

For Aruk

By Draconicon

Another day at work, and another day where he was distracted the whole time by the feeling of need that burned in the pit of his stomach and between his legs. The way that Bolar had continued using him, the way that he had been pushed in an entirely different way last night, had stayed with him, and rather than taking the edge off his urges, he was finding it harder and harder to keep his head on straight. More than once, his supervisors at the construction site had to redirect him when he started spacing out, and he didn't know what he was doing sometimes when he found himself sitting on the framework of the building and just...

Well, there was no getting around it. He was grinding his ass on the girders, and his mind was back with Bolar, thinking of what the other orc would do to him next.

Despite his many attempts to keep telling himself that he needed to slow down, that he needed to wait for the third night - after all, it was the last 'free' night that he would get with the other guy - he couldn't help but start fantasizing about what he would do next time. Would he go there and get his cock locked down for the night, forced to take fingers, cock, and more up his ass? Would he be paraded naked through the club, made to show off his body for the others in Dirtier by the Dozen? Or would he be pushed and clipped by the nipples to the wall, there to stand until Bolar came up with something to do to him that was even more extreme?

He didn't know, and that was driving him nuts. He wanted to know just what the hell the other orc might do with him on the third session, and more...

More, he was craving the feeling of something more than a one-night stand. Something that would mean a little bit more, that would hit him harder. Something that would keep him from fantasizing this much and distracting him from the work that he was supposed to be doing.

Quitting time came and went, and Aruk forced himself to walk from the construction site to the nearest bus stop. He wanted to say that he was doing that because he wanted to take his time, to enjoy the walk rather than just hurrying home, but the reality was that his common sense was barely keeping up with his libido, and it was having to dig in its heels to keep him from running to the bus that would take him down to the club again.

You don't need it again. You don't need it three nights in a row.

That was what he was trying to tell himself, but his body didn't agree. His body wanted the extremes again, the feeling of being dominated, the feeling of being used and owned. And his mind wanted the feeling of calling on his Sir again, and putting himself under the other orc, to feel that power over him once more.

Did he dare do this three times? Bolar had said that there were only three times that he'd allow someone to be under him for 'free', and then he would start asking for a price. Aruk had a pretty bad feeling that the 'price' wasn't cash.

Yet, at the same time, he was almost willing to pay that. It might, for once, be worth calling someone something else.

He reached the bus stop. The first bus, the one that would take him home, came around the corner. The dark green orc stared at it, stood in line with everyone else that would have been taking it...

And watched it go by.

The decision made, he hopped onto the next bus, and he did his best to keep the thought of the other orc, his muscular body, his leather chaps and harness, and...and everything else that was so sexy about him out of his head. It wasn't an easy task, not in the slightest.

The bus arrived at the club, but to his surprise, Bolar was already leaving. The orc was making his way out the front door, heading around the corner. Aruk's eyes widened and he chased after his Sir, his boots slapping against the concrete as he followed the lighter-skinned orc around the building.

Bolar was just opening the driver's side door to his car when Aruk caught up with him, waving his hands desperately to try and get the other man's attention. His Sir blinked, looking back at him.

"Again?" Bolar asked, his lips turned up with amusement.

"I...yes."

"You want it again. Already?"

"I...you're that good," he said, looking down at the pavement in embarrassment. "I didn't think you would be, but you are."

"I am."

"I...I want the last free one."

"...Get in."

"What?"

"I said, get in, boy."

And just like that, he was in the passenger seat of the orc's car. He stared straight ahead as they drove out of the parking lot, joining with the street and heading out of the downtown area. Bolar kept his eyes on the road, but was already giving commands.

"Get your cock out, boy. I want you stroking the whole way home."

"The whole -"

"Boy."

There was no need to take it further than that. He knew the tone of command by now, and he knew that he was expected to obey at all times. He pulled his zipper down, and he pulled his cock out. The red hair at the base flared in the traffic lights as he slowly stroked to the pulsing vibration of the car engine, and he blushed every so often as another car passing by looked in to see that he was jerking off in public.

"And if you cum, there'll be hell to pay, boy. So ya better keep it all in your balls until I tell you to. Got me?"

"Understood, Sir."

"Good boy."

And off they went.

They pulled into the parking lot for an apartment building, one that was a little more upscale than the others. He had expected a small house rather than an apartment, but somehow, that seemed to fit. This was a place that the orc could dominate even in his off-hours, something that would be easier to make work rather than the regulations and rules of being part of a homeowner society or something like that.

Aruk's cheeks burned almost as bright as his beard as he was told to get out with his cock still on display. He stepped out of the car, his boots clacking slightly on the pavement as he stood up. His cock throbbed all the harder as Bolar marched him under more than a few street lights as they walked from the parking lot to the front door. Nobody was waiting in the main room of the apartment lobby, but he could tell that it was well traveled. His cheeks burned hotter as his cock jerked upwards, almost slapping his stomach at the thought of someone catching him like this.

They walked to the elevator at the far end, and no sooner had Bolar pushed the button than the door opened. A boar stepped out, only to stop and stare.

He could have said something, he supposed, but he was so deep in his need for the domination of the other orc that all he could do was stand there as the boar stared down at his throbbing, dripping green cock. The feeling of those eyes on him only made him harder, only made him stand a little bit taller, as if showing off his whole body in that moment.

Bolar grabbed him by the balls and pulled him forward, dragging him into the elevator. The boar was forced to almost jump out of the way to avoid being run over by the muscular orc.

"Heh, thanks for the lift," Bolar said, and just like that, they were heading up. The doors closed, nobody watching them, the smaller orc looked up at him. "Looks like you got an audience tonight, boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Ya liked that, I can see."

"Mmmph...I did, Sir."

"Well, maybe we'll take it further...if you take it further."

"What...what do you mean?"

"Ya know what I mean, boy."

He groaned. That he would be pushed further, shown off, if he gave that greater commitment that the orc wanted. He got the message. He got it loud and clear.

Ding went the elevator, and they were at Bolar's floor. They stepped out, walked two doors down, and the smaller orc unlocked his front door. The feeling of pinching fingers at his ball sac eased for a moment, and Aruk was allowed to see just where they were going for once.

The inside of the apartment was...surprisingly soft, in some ways. At least, the living room by the front door was. There were plants along all the walls, little shelves that kept them aloft and in easy reach of the sun from the windows. The plants made it rather warm, too, almost humid, and he broke out in a sweat almost immediately, dripping down his forehead and along his chest. The already heavy musk of a working-class orc got stronger.

"Kick off your boots, boy. No shoes in the house."

Bolar had already done the same, he realized, and Aruk hurried to follow along. Taking a moment to untie his shoes, he pulled them off and put his socks inside them. The more that he obeyed, the more that he wanted to obey, and...

Well, it was feeling even better than the last two nights, somehow.

"Get naked, boy."

Another command, another thing easily done. He pulled off his shirt, dragging it over his head and tossing it back towards the door. His pants followed, and then his underwear. In short order, he was as naked as he needed to be, and he rather liked it. Being naked around Bolar was starting to feel like a natural state of being, something that he just did because it was right, rather than because it was sexy.

He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but it was something that he rather enjoyed.

Bolar had taken off the harness that he wore, and there were little marks in the green flesh from that. The pressure of it, the way that the orc's own bunched muscles pushed against the harness, must have made it a bit tighter than it looked. To Aruk, though, the marks that were left in the skin almost looked like an earned tattoo of dominance, something that Bolar had gotten through being a dom for so long. It looked like it was something that the other orc could never truly take off.

His cock jumped, and Bolar looked down at it with a chuckle.

"Eager, huh, boy? Well, you'll get what you want. And so will I."

"How do you want me to...you know..."

"Boy. Kneel."

He did, immediately. The other orc walked over to him, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back. It wasn't hard or painful, but it was rough, and the roughness got him groaning. Bolar leaned in, leaving them almost tusk to tusk.

"This is the last free night, boy. You come back here after this, and you'll be calling me something other than 'Sir'. Ya understand?"

"Yes..."

"And ya want this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Remember, boy. Remember that. Remember that ya asked for this."

Before he could ask what that meant, Bolar let him go and turned around.

"Go back to the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute. Gotta grab a few things from the other rooms."

"Yes, Sir."

"And boy?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Crawl."

Gritting his teeth, he did as he was told, keeping his ass high as he did. There was something particularly humiliating about that, knowing that he was being kept on all fours for the pleasure of someone else in this way. Walking would have been fine, but...but this was Bolar pushing him, making sure that he remembered who was in control, who was the one on top. It was hot.

Better than hot, it was sexy as fuck.

He reached the bedroom after passing by the bathroom and kitchen, the bedroom itself painted black along the walls. The carpet was something closer to tile or linoleum, something that was easy to mop down. The walls had little metal chunks dug into them, and he realized that they were there for easy bondage, ways to keep pets and toys under control. He could see chains that had been mounted to the ceiling, and wondered if this was meant to be more of a dungeon or a bedroom.

Well, there was a bed on the far wall, something that was just big enough to qualify as queen-sized. He crawled to it, and then pulled himself up on the side. For a moment, he wondered if that was the wrong choice, if he was taking too many liberties, but he shut that thought down. If he was doing wrong, then Bolar would tell him when he came back. And it wasn't like he was a slave, after all. There were limits to his submission, limits to what he would allow someone to do.

Right?

A minute later, Bolar returned, naked. On one arm, he carried the straps and stand for a camera, and with the other, he carried a couple of drinks. They were all prepped for him, he realized, and they were going to be used to record the whole session after he was -

"Is that more of the stuff you gave me last time, Sir?" he asked, nodding at the bottles.

"Yep."

"...Oh boy."

"That's your title, boy. Call me Sir, remember?"

"Yes, Sir..."

His cock throbbed all the harder as the camera was set up and pointed in his direction. The red light came on, and he wondered how much of this would be kept private, and how much Bolar would show other people. Thinking of becoming a conquest of the other orc, something that proved just how powerful and mighty a dom Bolar was, was hot enough to have a little pre-cum running down his cock.

The other orc offered him a bottle. It was about half the size of the average beer bottle, and he looked at the stuff inside. The same slime as before, the same sort of goo. He knew that it was going to feel messy in his mouth, and he didn't really care.

Bottoms up.

He swallowed the whole thing in three gulps, and as he did, he felt the heat again. This time, it knocked him flat on his ass, and he fell backwards over the bed. His hips spasmed, thrusting up in the air, his cock harder than it had been either of the preceding nights. Veins popped along the sides of his dick, and his balls felt like they were throbbing, churning, swelling right then and there.

"Nnnnngh! AAAAGH!"

He roared like only an orc could roar, humping the air again and again, his tusks gnashing together, his toes curling as he felt like he could cum from a breath of wind against his dick, or the slightest little rub along his asshole. There was nothing, nothing that could stop him from cumming.

"Hold, boy!"

Except that. Except the command of his Sir. Aruk growled, gritted his teeth, curled his fingers so tight that he would have ripped through the blankets under him right then and there if he hadn't had something stronger to hold onto under it. He huffed, he puffed, and bit by bit, he kept his cock from blowing. His cock was not to go off without Sir's permission. That was the rule.

It didn't stop him from panting and shaking as he laid there in Sir's bed, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, his cock throbbing and drooling on his belly, and his asshole clenching and gaping and then clenching again like a fish panting for breath on the shore. He moaned for more, shivering and shaking, even as Bolar leaned over him and slowly slid a finger against his cock. Aruk hissed, thrusting his hips upwards.

"Ya asked for this, boy. Remember that."

"Mmmph...I...I remember, Sir..."

"And ya remember that you're gonna get what ya wanted?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"Good."

Aruk flopped back against the bed again, hunching his hips forward as the other orc's fingers traced lines up and down his cock. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, but Bolar's words kept him from doing it for now. The way that the other man had such control over his cock was amazing, the way that he could control him...oh, fuck...

Bolar reached behind him, and Aruk watched as he pulled out a cock ring. It was made of steel, marked with little letters along the band. It was cold, too, very cold as it started sliding down his shaft. He hissed under his breath, huffing quietly as it was ground down against his shaft, sliding around the head and then towards the base of his cock.

It wasn't the sort that pulled the balls through, but rather one that seemed built to squeeze the shaft proper. It made his cock feel all the harder, and worse, all the more sensitive than it had before.

Ah...ah...ah...

He was panting in body and mind, his thoughts banished from the pure pleasure that was filling him from head to toe. The head of the drink, the warmth that it made him feel, left his skin as sensitive as one could imagine. Even the slow stroke of Bolar's hand from his groin to his belly, and then to his chest, made him feel utterly needy.

"Ya aren't gonna cum until I give the word, boy. And that might not be all night."

"Nnngh...please...Sir..."

"No talking, boy. You're gonna do what I say, remember?"

"Mmmph...yes, Sir..."

"Now, remember last night?"

He did. The feeling of that dildo up his ass, the way that he had been ridden, the way that his cock had been forced to take new pleasures: it had almost broken him.

"We're doing that again...but instead of just for an hour, we're doing that for the whole night."

...Oh, shit...

Bolar got on top of him, and just like that, their cocks were grinding together. Thick cock against thick cock, orc meat against orc meat. They were bound together, grinding, sliding, rubbing, rutting. Aruk leaned his head back, huffing for breath, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his hyper-sensitive shaft rubbing up against someone else, feeling pre-cum mixing with someone else's juices.

"Ah...mmmph...nnnngh..."

"That's it, boy, enjoy it while ya can."

Every time that he got stroked, it was all he could do not to thrust. Even pinned as he was, he knew that he had the muscle to bounce, to thrust his hips, but he knew that the Sir didn't want that to happen. He wanted a steady seat, something to play with, a dildo. Dildos didn't thrust. They weren't fucking machines. He wasn't a fucking machine. He was a dildo, and a dildo stayed still.

And more importantly, a dildo didn't cum.

The feeling of pleasure, the way that it was burning through him, the way that it was driving him right to that edge and then not letting him over, was driving him mad. He wanted to thrust, wanted to fuck, wanted to cum, but there was nothing that would take him past that burning frustration that was building up with every slow stroke.

Thrust, grind, stroke. Thrust, grind, stroke. Each thrust and grind came from Bolar, and each stroke came from him, too. The slow pressure reminded his cock who was in charge, that though it might be the bigger one, it didn't get to call the shots. His shaft had to listen to Sir just as much as he did.

Bend, thrust, grind, stroke.

He groaned, his head falling onto the sheets, his breath coming in harsh huffs, his body feeling wet and drenched with his own sweat. He couldn't stop it, didn't know how to stop it, didn't want to stop it.

He just wanted more.

"Please..."

"Please, what, boy?"

"Please, Sir...more..."

"Heh, guess you're ready for that."

As the lighter-skinned orc slid forward, he realized that they were going with this first. He was going to be ridden, and he was going to have to hold back. This time, he didn't have the dildo in him, but there was more of the goo in him. More of that slime, more of the stuff that was making him horny as all fuck.

He didn't know if he could take it.

Bolar ground back against him, muscular cheeks pulling his cock between them. The thickness of those muscular cheeks made him all the more aware of just how powerful Bolar was, and how easy this was for the smaller orc. He could do this all night long, because this was who he was.

This was what he did. He broke people, and this was going to break Aruk, he just knew it.

He moaned as he felt that experienced hole just above his cock tip, and he moaned out loud as Bolar pushed down, taking him in. He arched his back, lifting his chest but not his hips as he felt the heat collecting around the head of his cock, the tightness and the softness making him moan out loud. Those inner walls were already clamped tight around the head of his cock, and he wanted to scream from how pleasurable it felt, the bliss rising almost to the point of pain from how much he needed to cum.

Just a little bit more, and he might have had it. As it stood, though, the ring and the command of his Sir kept him from blowing his load. All he could do was lie there and take it, enjoy it, as -

Thump.

Bolar rammed his hips down, taking the whole thing at once. Aruk's breath wheezed from his lungs at the hard ram of a ride, and his eyes bugged out of their sockets as the teasing squeezing turned into a full milking around his shaft. Throb, throb, squirt of pre, throb, throb. They were squeezing him like mad, pushing his control to the limits, and then making him rely on the ring around his cock.

Hands on his chest pressed hard, fingers fanned around his nipples. He felt them pulling closer, closer. The soft pinch that came as the other orc started rising up his shaft, almost at the tip, squeezing so close -

Pinch.

"Mmmph!"

His dark-green nipples were hard as could be, and sensitive, too. They were getting stiffer and harder, getting more and more obvious against his pecs as the riding continued, and as the pinching got worse. The soft squeezing graduated to something more advanced, alternating between gentle teases and hard pains, pinching aches and gentle kisses, and when the orc leaned down closer to him, bites.

Hard bites.

Aruk was roaring with pleasure as the dominant riding continued, bouncing, hips rolling down against him, his own body pinned and played with for who knew how long. All he knew was that the smaller orc was taking advantage of him, using him as a toy, and he utterly loved it more than he should have.

Up, down, up, down, up, down, each and every thrust milking him more, keeping him in that needy headspace that refused to go away. More, more, more, each time speeding up a little bit more, giving him that slight hint of pleasure, that slight hint of hope that might mean that he was getting to the point of orgasm, only to slow and take it away.

Up, down, up, down, each time giving him a little more, each time making him drip pre-cum, feel like a fuck-toy, and then stop.

Up, down...stop.

He shivered as he felt that hole sliding off of his cock, moving away from him, sliding off of him and leaving him unfulfilled. Aruk realized that he was moving, that he was obeying a command that he didn't remember hearing. Getting on all fours, then feeling something warm against his asshole. It squelched as it rubbed against him, and he realized that he was doing something different.

He was oozing something from his ass. Something clean, something musky, something wet. Almost like the copious pre-cum that had been coming from his cock, he was now drooling fuck-slime from his ass, too. It was thick and heavy, and it was so slippery that there as no chance in hell that Bolar wouldn't be able to get inside him.

Squelch.

And there it was. He moaned out loud as he felt his Sir's cock sliding into him, pushing past the barrier of his hole and what little resistance he had left. He felt like he was getting looser and looser the more that Sir used him, and there was a big part of him that didn't care. The idea that Bolar was leaving a permanent mark on his body only turned him on all the more, and he was starting to think that there was nothing that Bolar could do that wouldn't turn him on with all the aphrodisiacs in his system at this point.

In, out, in, out, the thrusts starting fast and getting faster. It didn't take long before he was face-down, ass-up, his face getting ground right into the sheets. There was nothing that he could do against it, and nothing that he wanted to do. All he wanted was to serve the lusts of his Sir, to take it and be taken in turn.

In, out, in, out, heavy ball sac slapping against his ass, reminding him of what was coming, of what he'd be filled with in short order. In, out, in, out, each thrust making him moan, shivering from head to toe. He needed it, wanted it, craved it. His cheeks burned in residual embarrassment, knowing what he was doing, how this was a slutty orc that he was becoming, and barely caring, but only enough to be more turned on about it.

Rough slaps along his thighs and ass, spanks that reminded him of his place. He was Bolar's 'boy', and the big orc was his Sir.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making him groan, squirting pre-cum across his chest. He could feel the slime that oozed from his ass, now, feel it as a sort of lube that was being created by his body. Wet, almost frothy down there, something that was getting stirred up again and again by the other orc.

In, out, in, out, in, out. He moaned for more, his eyes rolling back as he came so close to cumming, only for the ring to pull him back.

Please...please!

He got something, at least, a few minutes later. Bolar came in him, and the black-haired orc came hard. A good, firm filling that ran deep into his belly. He moaned as he felt it bloating him, stirring him up, giving him something that he had never entirely expected from this rut. A full soaking to his insides, feeling like he was being filled up and then some. His stomach felt...full, though there was no change in how he looked. It just felt that way, bloated and thick.

Bolar pulled out, but rather than leaving Aruk there, he shoved something else in. A thick plug, something made of metal, something firm and cold in his hole. He gasped at the sudden spreading feeling, looking over his shoulder at the big orc. His Sir smirked.

"You didn't think we were done yet, did ya, boy?" the lighter-skinned orc asked. He popped a bottle open, sniffing it, and his cock throbbed back up. "We're going all night long."

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They were constantly switching, though there was never a shift from Bolar's dominance. One moment, Aruk would be on his back, getting ridden. Then he would be on all fours. Then he would have his back to the wall, with Bolar thrusting his hips back and meeting his cock, and then he'd be on his back again, taking it again.

Through it all, he was never allowed to cum. Hours of play came together in a haze that ran through his mind, making it impossible to think, impossible to tell time. There were moments when he was half-sure that he had been here forever, that the outside world had become an illusion, that nothing mattered to him save for the cock that rutted him and the hole that accepted him inside.

There was a constant pleasure of being with the other orc, being under him. His hole was soaked with cum, with his pre-cum and with the slime that it now produced. The plug that held Sir's cum inside of him was replaced more than once, each time growing a bit bigger when he started to be too loose to hold it inside with ease. He started to get used to it, enjoying the feeling of being full and filled back there, enjoying the sense of pleasure that came from his asshole getting so claimed, so...so marked by another.

He was never allowed a dominant position. Even the one time that Bolar was on his knees, the other orc was slamming his ass back. Aruk might have been allowed to top then, but he wasn't the dom.

He was never the dom.

He was the slut.

He was the sub.

Eventually, morning came, but he only realized it by the fact that he was getting a cloth to his face of cold water. It didn't snap him out of the lustful haze, but it did wake him enough for him to see the clock that was starting to glow at the side of the door. It was six in the morning, and they'd probably gotten to the apartment probably around nine in the evening, at the very latest.

They had been fucking for nine hours.

The camera was still blinking red, which meant the whole thing was recorded, too. Recorded for Bolar, or for other people to see?

He half-hoped the latter, and his cock fully did.

As he throbbed, the other orc gave him a sponge bath, clearing off the worst of the sweat that covered him from head to toe, and then patted him on the back. Aruk managed to get to his feet, feeling the weight of the steel plug in his asshole and barely caring. It was just one more pleasure, like the steel cock ring around his dick.

"You're not cumming again until ya come to see me, boy. And when ya do, I'll need ya to make a choice."

"Mmmph...the...the big one, Sir?"

"That's right. The big one."

When it would be decided whether he would be a free orc, or if he called the Sir something more official, something that would mean something more and perhaps be a little more permanent. Aruk groaned under his breath. He shouldn't have taken all three free sessions so soon, but they had been so good. So fucking good.

Smack.

A good clap to his ass, and his hole clenched tight around the plug again. He moaned, his cock throbbing up and then sliding down again.

"Get dressed, boy. Ya got a day off at the moment; ya better use it to start thinking about what ya want."

No kidding on that. More to the point, he'd need some time off to start sleeping off what they'd just did. He wobbled forward, heading to the front door to get dressed. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.

The End

Summary: Aruk goes back to Bolar again, and they go back to Bolar's apartment. Time for a more serious session.

Tags: M/M, fantasies, dom/sub, dominance/submission, embarrassment, beard, orc, muscle, orgasm, cum, creampie, chastity, denial, cock ring, cockring, anal, power bottom, sir, exhibitionism, risky, exposure, camera, edging, corruption,