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[b][u][center]Green Subs, Green Doms

Part 3

For Aruk

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Burning light and musky smells, those were what woke Aruk up the next morning. The green-skinned orc groaned under his breath as he felt them both assault him, almost like accusations of what he had done the night before, and how improper it had been for someone like him. Orcs were not supposed to come out of situations like that on the bottom. They were supposed to top, supposed to be tanks that came out and took care of business. They were supposed to be titans of power, not...this. This mess that he had become.

Yet, for all that, he didn’t have a hint of shame as he blinked his eyes against the morning light that streamed through his Master’s window. If anything, he felt surprisingly satisfied at the mild ache between his legs, the burning heat that still remained along his pucker, and the badges of honor that were the cumstains in his beard. He rubbed his face, shaking his head a few times as he realized that there were more stains of dried cum on his face than there should have been.

Had that come from after he had been freed from the wall? Something else? Had he and Master Bolar had more fun when they got back to the Master’s place, and then gone to bed, or had this been something that just hadn’t gotten stuck in his head?

Did it matter, really? He was still in his Master’s bed, still hard, and still looked forward to everything else that they could do together...mostly. His cheeks burned at the thought of what his coworkers would think from here on out, how they would see him whenever he walked onto the construction yard…

What they would want from him…

How they’d realize that he was a slut-orc rather than a proper one…

His cock throbbed all the harder at the idea, his shaft pulsing and twitching in the ring of restraint that still pinned all that lust down in his balls. Aruk looked down at himself, at his throbbing, emerald shaft, and he realized that he had no interest in reaching down and working one out. The usual hunger to make use of his morning wood...It just wasn’t there. He didn’t know why, but that was just the case right then and there.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

Glancing to his side, however, the hunger to take care of his Master...well, that was most definitely there. He licked his lips as he looked at Master Bolar’s shaft, the big thing standing out tall and strong beneath the sheets, and he reached out to slowly pull them down. The sight of the pre-trails that ran along the blanket as he did so told him that the Master had plenty of cum still left for him, and that he had a lot of work ahead of him if he wanted to see to the Master’s pleasure properly.

He leaned down as the head was exposed, breathing in the thick scents that lingered on the shaft. It burned at his nose, not painfully, not like filth might have done, but with that heady scent of sex that made him want more. He growled deep down in his throat, a hunger coming up, and a need...not to suck, not to cum, but…

But to serve.

Aruk opened his mouth and parted his lips, taking the Master’s cock into his mouth without a word. He bobbed down as far as he could comfortably go, slightly more than half the length, and felt the head pressing against the back of his throat, threatening to leave him gagging if he went any further. The sensation left him with a sense of anxious anticipation, waiting for his Master to wake up and force it as he sometimes did.

He didn’t, of course. The Master was still fast asleep. But that didn’t take away from the excitement of what he was doing.

Forward, back, forward, back, slurping along the shaft, using his tusks to channel it straight back into his mouth. Each thrust, each lick, dragged some of the old pre-cum and spent seed off the Master’s cock and into his throat, allowing him to be of service as he gave the other male the sort of worship that he deserved for the morning.

It didn’t take long for the standard morning wood to turn into something harder, something stiffer. His own cock oozed pre-cum constantly into the sheets below, telling him that he’d have a chore later. More to do. More to take care of. More needs to serve.

“Mmmph...ah...mmmph…”

He groaned under his breath as he started to thrust his head forward harder, taking more of that shaft into his neck, deeper into his throat. The feeling was, well, intense, to put it mildly. It was a reminder of just how big the Master was, and how much he could do for him even like this.

[i]More.[/i]

He bobbed down, almost taking it into his throat on his own. The deep-throating was always the hardest part, the moment that made it most difficult. It was just so thick, and he groaned every time that he paused to feel it against the roof of his mouth, against the top of his throat. He wanted it to go down, to enter him properly, but it just wouldn’t.

“Mmmph…”

Aruk started to pull back, only to feel a hand clap down on the back of his head. He paused, looking up.

Master Bolar was awake, and the yellow-green orc looked down at him in amusement.

“Heh, you just couldn’t resist, could ya, boy?”

“MMmph...mm-mm…”

“Didn’t think so. Now...let’s put you to work, proper.”

The fingers on the back of his head curled, pulling through his hair for a moment, then getting a good, tight grip. He groaned as he was dragged backwards, feeling the thick head rubbing against the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks, the odd feeling of it pushing against his tongue in that way. He felt almost like he was being denied a treat.

And then -

Squelch.

Back down it went, battering past the barrier at the back of his mouth, pushing into his throat with no warning. None wanted, none needed. He gagged, gasped, panted as he was filled to the brim, barely able to swallow around it, certainly unable to breathe. No air passed that throbbing cock, and he grunted, huffed, puffed.

And then he was able to breathe again for a split second as the cock was pulled back, leaving his mouth clear, his throat open -

Squelch.

And then it was filled again. Up, down, up, down, each forced thrust that the hand pushed him through opening his throat up again. He was going to take his Master’s cock, and he was going to do it properly. That was to say, taking all of it, not just the easy top half.

Up, down, up, down, up, down, each thrust leaving him gagging, gasping, shivering as he took it further, further, further. He moaned under his breath, his eyes rolling back as he was face-fucked as his first morning task. The orc’s body shivered, spasmed, going limp as he was just used as a sex toy right off the bat. The heady, musky smell of the other orc’s pubes pushed into his nose, and he shivered as his cock drooled and dribbled helplessly.

“Mmmph...mmm…”

“Yeah, that’s it...you know what you needed, boy.”

“Mmm…”

“Just a little more...then we can...mmmph...get to your real tasks…”

Aruk couldn’t even nod. All he could do was go with it, letting that cock plunder his throat, letting his Master use him the way that he was allowed. He moaned under his breath, sucking, swallowing, doing what he could to make his throat and mouth that much more enjoyable for the shorter but more powerful orc.

In, out, in, out, his chin meeting those balls again and again. Each time, it should have been something more like him taking advantage, but the sheer will and power of his Master made this into pure tribute to him. Lick, suck, lick, suck, swallow. Pre-cum that was thick and heavy, hot and musk poured over his tongue and down his throat. Nectar, utter nectar to the happily subservient orc.

Deeper, further, lower he went, his eyes rolling back, feeling that happy pleasure in the mind even if he didn’t feel it in his body. He raised his ass and his hips, feeling like he needed to present for fucking, even though the only other cock in the room was the one currently down his throat. He swallowed again, trying to please it, keep it happy. He hoped that he was succeeding.

Apparently, he was, because eventually it spat its load right down his throat. He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt the splatter running down to his stomach. It was held there, deep in his neck, not allowing him to taste the pure stuff, but it was fine. He was used to that, and he could make that work.

When it was done, the Master pulled back, wiping his cock through the orc’s beard. His red hair was marked all across his face, and while he didn’t quite blush, he still felt the sharp, pleasurable sting of humiliation.

“Was that...good, Master?” he asked when his mouth was no longer busy.

“It was good.”

“I’m...I’m glad.”

“Stand up. Time to plug you for the day.”

“Yes, Master.”

Aruk slid off the bed and spread his cheeks, holding his hands to either side to keep them spread. He felt the slight chill of a metal plug, and then the greater chill of the lube that was getting poured over it. Lots of it, probably to make him feel stuffed to the brim, now that he thought about it.

The plug slid in with ease, and he blushed as he knew what that meant. He had been fucked even better than he’d thought the night before, considering the way that the plug had been rather difficult to take before. The thickness, today, barely left him with more than a slight grunt as it passed through his rim, and he knew that was mostly from the soreness of the gangbang the day before.

“There we go,” Master Bolar said, getting to his feet. “We’ll leave that there until later.”

“Later, Master?”

“When you earn your reward.”

“And...what’s my reward?”

“Heh, you’ll just have to wait and see, boy. Wait and see.”

#

He had no idea just what he was going to have to do to earn his reward, but Aruk had to admit that he was starting to get a little paranoid. The feeling of weight of the plug in his ass was nice, but he had quickly figured out that there was more to it than that. The whole thing had a vibrator function, too, and he kept expecting his Master to start using that, to start hammering his little pleasure button and make him moan and shiver from head to toe.

But there was none of that. Sure, there were hints, teases as they went from place to place in the middle of town. They went to the store together, they went to the department stores, the shopping mall. They picked up groceries, they grabbed a few accessories from an adult shop, but that was it. Even when Master Bolar pulled the remote from his pocket - which in and of itself was a rare occurrence - it was more to waggle it and show it off to Aruk than to actually use it. It always went back into his pocket without being touched.

Aruk didn’t know where this was going, and he wasn’t sure that he could take it for much longer. His ringed cock was constantly throbbing, begging for attention through his tight shorts - something that Master Bolar had made him put on - and he shivered as he walked, feeling his cock thrusting against the front of his pants again and again.

[i]Mmmph...what the hell…[/i]

He was almost getting frustrated with the other orc, wondering if this was just going to be a day of cock teasing. That would have been fine, if they were just starting to get to know each other, but this was after some serious stuff together.

What the hell did he have planned?

The shopping finally ended near to the end of the day, and he expected that they’d be heading back to Master’s place for more fun. Instead, they started making their way to the park in the middle of the downtown area.

“What are we doing, Master?” he asked, his voice low.

“You did good today, boy.”

“I...did?”

“No complaints, no pushes. You waited patiently.”

“...I...I thought that’s what I was supposed to do.”

“It is, and you did it perfect. Good boys know how to wait for their treats.”

He blushed. He had been on the verge of being willing to start a fight for something, so he was glad that he had managed to hold back. At least he was going to get something for all his time spent out here.

They walked in from the parking lot at the edge of the park, following a number of short, thin traits. They walked around the back of a little stand of trees that divided the park into an inner and outer section, and then stopped as soon as they were out of sight of the main road.

“That should be good enough,” Master Bolar said.

“For what, Master?”

“For your treat.”

“Mmm…”

“Strip down, boy.”

Aruk was still just a little embarrassed to be told to do that in public, but at least they weren’t on the road, and they had some trees to keep people on the road from seeing him. He looked left and right, half-expecting there to be a crowd walking up that his Master had invited, but so far, it was just the two of them. No guarantee that it was going to stay that way, but at least it was just the two of them for now. He took a deep breath, then pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side. His boots followed, then his pants, leaving him in nothing but the cock ring, his shaft throbbing and bouncing obediently as Master Bolar glanced at him.

“Heh, good boy.”

“Heh...heh…”

“Nervous?”

“A little.”

“Well, don’t be. I’ll be taking care of ya.”

That was a fairly comforting thing to hear, but it didn’t exactly get rid of the nervousness. He looked up and down the paths a few times, feeling more exposed than ever. The work yard had been one thing. He knew everyone there, and he knew that they weren’t going to talk about what happened at work. Some of them had reps that they didn’t want affected by what they were going through. Others didn’t want people to know that they fucked others on the job. They wouldn’t talk about it that much.

Here, it would be random people. And he wouldn’t know them. And he wouldn’t know what they’d do.

And yet, that still affected him. His cock started stiffening further, pointing straight up, little lines running up and down the sides. He shivered, his hand starting to move to it -

“Ah, ah.”

“Mmmph. Sorry, Master.”

“That’s okay. Come here, boy.”

The Master stood by one of the light posts that lined the park, and Aruk suddenly had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to him today. He blushed, his cock wobbling from side to side, his balls sliding along his thighs as he followed his Master’s orders. Soon, he had his arms pulled around the pole, dragged to either side of it. Handcuffs, bought just that morning at the shops, were clapped around his wrists, keeping him from sliding them around the pole or getting free. His ass pushed out towards the path, and then -

Then, the Master pulled the remote out again. For the first time, he kept it out for more than a few seconds, turning it between his fingers. Aruk’s cheeks turned as red as his beard.

“Now?” he asked.

“Now.”

And just like that, Master Bolar pressed the button. The vibration feature of the toy kicked in, hard, and Aruk’s knees started shaking as it pressed right against his prostate, leaving him oozing and leaking all over the ground. He twitched, his hips thrusting forward for a moment before pulling back again. His cock, throbbing hard as it was, didn’t get any closer to orgasm. Instead, it only dribbled.

“Look at that. Such a good cock for me,” Master Bolar said, reaching over and giving it a few slow strokes. “Not cumming, just dripping.”

“Not cumming...just dripping,” Aruk repeated.

“Nice and chaste.”

“Nice...and chaste.”

“Just for me.”

“Just for you, Master…”

He couldn’t believe the intensity of the moment, particularly with how hard his cock kept throbbing. He wanted to touch it, but at the same time, he didn’t want to interrupt his Master. He wanted to thrust away, but at the same time, he wanted to offer himself to others, to his Master, to feel more than the vibrations going -

Bzzzzz.

They got stronger, and he groaned, having to lean against the pole as he felt his cock start dancing in his Master’s grip. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his tongue hung out of his mouth as he shivered and shuddered.

“Ah...ah…”

“Heh, so pent up, are ya?”

“Mmmph...you know...you know I am...Master…”

“One orgasm wasn’t enough last night, huh?”

“N-no.”

“Or was it?”

“Nnnngh…”

“You could have stroked all day...could have got off before I woke up...but no...it didn’t matter…”

“M-Master…”

“You [i]like[/i] this…”

No more fast strokes, but instead, a long, slow one that ran from his balls all the way to the head, collecting his pre-cum like some sort of slime lube. Master Bolar’s palm rubbed along the head of his cock, collecting more of that mess and spreading it around, making it feel like he was grinding into some hot hole rather than just against a set of fingers.

“Nnnngh.”

“You like being denied.”

“I...I…”

“You’re a good little slut…”

“Ah...ah…”

Speech was getting harder and harder, particularly as the Master pushed against the base of the plug, changing its angle ever so slightly so that it pushed more firmly against his prostate. He arched his back, thrusting his cock forward, grinding the throbbing flesh pole against the chilled metal one. He moaned, sliming it up, humping at it here and there before he managed to get control of himself.

God, his cock felt so hard, and his body felt hot. His balls felt heavy, feeling like their weight was just getting heavier and heavier, making it harder and harder to think the more that he went without satisfaction.

[i]What’s happening...what’s happening to me?[/i]

Whatever it was, it was impossible to say that he didn’t want it. It felt too good to deny.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he turned down the path. Two more people were walking his way, one an orc, one a human. His cheeks burned as they came closer and closer, their eyes widening, but their dicks getting hard. They were intrigued by what they saw, at the very least.

Maybe…

Maybe they wanted to join in?

The thought was so wrong, but he rather wanted them to. He swung his hips around, showing off his ass, giving them a profile view. He did it without even being asked, and the Master chuckled.

“Good boy.”

As he blushed, realizing just how far he’d fallen, Master Bolar moved to stand beside him, just in view. The other orc and the human slowed, hesitating, but the Master shook his head with a smile on his face.

“No worries, people. Come on. Take a look.”

“You sure?” the other orc said.

“Sure I’m sure. He’s mine, ain’t he?”

“...That kind of thing?”

“That kinda thing. Come on.”

That was all the invitation that it took. They were quick to approach, and surprisingly, the human was the one that had the guts to reach down and try something himself. Aruk gasped as he felt his cock get gripped by a smaller hand, one that was surprisingly smooth. He went up on tiptoes as he was stroked, that hand barely enough to give him a good squeeze.

“Heh, he’s sensitive, isn’t he?” the human asked.

“Very. I keep him that way on purpose.”

“So no making him cum, huh?”

“He likes being on edge,” Master Bolar said, smirking. “I think that it makes him more...obedient.”

Aruk was starting to think that his Master was right about that. Certainly, he felt a lot more...intense, eager than he would have been if he’d been in a more satisfied state. He wanted more, needed more.

As the orc stepped forward, rubbing his ass cheeks, he felt all the more aware of his status as more of a commodity than a person. He didn’t know how it had gotten to this point, but it had. He groaned under his breath, huffing, shivering as he thrust his cock forward into the human’s hand, only to push his ass back against the orc’s questing fingers.

“Plugged? Fuck, he’s a kinky fucker, isn’t he?” the orc asked.

“That’s the way I like ‘em,” Master Bolar said.

“Yeah, well, you must really like him. How’d you get him naked?”

“Like I said. Chastity.”

Aruk was barely hearing them, more focusing on the feelings that were running through his body at that point. He was barely holding himself to a conscious state, when it came right down to it. The whole world seemed to be bound and determined to test him. The cool air of the night blew across him, teasing his nipples and his muscles, while his Master kept teasing his mind -

“MMMPH!”

He arched his back as the plug hit its highest intensity yet. A shot of pre-cum that would have satisfied most as a full cum-shot went shooting from him across the path before him, and he moaned under his breath as he squirmed, his eyes rolled back, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Every little tease, every little motion -

He clenched, and suddenly the plug was pressed right up against his prostate in a whole new way. He arched his back, he slumped down, and he swore that he was either going to cum or pass out.

Or both.

Yet, neither happened. All that occurred was that he stayed on his knees for a moment before the strangers helped him back to his feet. They positioned him so that he was leaning against the pole, his ass out, his legs spread, showing off the plug and letting his balls dangle. His cock was like a spigot, feeding pre-cum to the grasses below him, and he felt like some sort of erotic art feature.

It was surprisingly hot, in its own way. He looked back at his Master, hoping that he wasn’t being a disappointment, and he was grateful to see that his Master was still smiling at him. The other two strangers were moving closer, rubbing their hands down his body, touching him and starting to pull out their own cocks, but when they started to pull at his plug, Master Bolar shook his head.

“Ah ah.”

“Mmmph, you’re kidding. We can’t fuck him?” the human asked.

“Not here. Not this time.”

“This time?”

“I might change my mind. There will be other times when I take my little slut for a walk and show him off. Then, you might get a chance...but not tonight.”

“...”

“I could tell you to fuck right off, of course.”

“Fair,” the orc said before the human could interrupt. “I’ll take what I can get. Touching’s alright?”

“Long as you don’t cum on him. He’s mine, boys.”

“Understood.”

The possessive note in Master Bolar’s voice sent a happy little shiver through him, and he groaned happily as he felt the hands return. They rubbed his muscular chest admiringly, and then moved down to his nipples, pinching, pulling them and leaving him shivering again. His entire body felt heated, changed, different compared to what it had been only a few days ago. A week ago. Before he met Master Bolar, he never enjoyed this much attention.

Now, he did, and he doubted that he could go back to what he had before.

Every time that the strangers touched him, he wanted more. He needed more. He craved what they were doing to him, the extra stimulation, the way that they made him feel, the intense desire to cum while also finding it impossible. The way that they could pull at his balls, reminding him of how full and weighty they were, only added to the tease that came from being nothing more than a fountain of pre-cum.

Others were slowly making their way down the path in the dying light of the day. He shivered every time that he saw someone new further down the path, knowing that he had been exposed to one more person. His urge, his need to be submissive, was slowly growing, and more and more people would know about it.

But…

That wasn’t a bad thing, he realized. He tossed his head back, looking over the crowd back at Master Bolar, who had a phone out and was recording the whole thing. Aruk smiled, pushing his body out that little bit more, and the Master nodded at him in approval.

He was a good sub, he realized. He had embraced it, wanted it, and…

“I’m a good slut…”

The words passed his lips without him being aware of them at first, but the minute that he realized it, his cheeks burned and his cock throbbed even harder. The head felt swollen, and the sides felt so stiff, so veiny, that he wasn’t even sure that his cock looked normal any more. He just felt like some rutting beast, something that needed to be fucked.

Every so often, the plug would change its pleasures for him, going down or going back up by turns. Every time it went down, he got more desperate, pushing his body forward, leaning into the touches, thrusting into the hands down on his crotch. He would beg for more, push for the stimulation to return. When it went up, he was a moaning, dripping mess, and that only encouraged the crowd to get rougher, handier, harder with him.

Soon, he had small slap marks on his ass, spank burns from many hands coming down. He had little bruises around his nipples, marks of honor for the torment that his nipples had gone through. His cock felt sore, but in a good way, thrust forward and on display, made to show off just how hard and virile he was.

But eventually, the crowds dispersed. More than one person had to be tossed out when they tried to take it further than Master Bolar would allow, and then the rest started to leave when they realized that the orc wasn’t going to let them sneak some further fingering, or change the rules. Eventually, they were all gone, leaving him hanging off the pole, alone save for his Master.

The other orc came over, untying him, helping him stand up normally. He was shaking from head to toe, his eyes half-crossed, his body oversensitive.

“How ya feeling, boy?”

“Good...good, Master.”

“Needy?”

“Completely.”

“Wanting?”

“So much.”

“Gonna cum?”

“No…”

“Why?”

“Because you...didn’t tell me to…”

“Heh, that’s right, boy. You belong to me, now. And that means everything belongs to me…”

A simple squeeze down there was more than enough to leave him groaning under his breath, thrusting against his Master’s hand. He wanted to take it further, wanted to fall to his hands and knees and offer his ass, or his mouth, or something to the other orc, but he was so drained that he doubted that he could do it properly. He wanted to offer his Master everything that he could, but there just wasn’t enough energy left for that.

He had to be walked back to the car, loaded into the passenger side seat, and he barely had the energy to put his own seatbelt on. Master Bolar slid in the other side, and it was only then that Aruk realized that he was naked.

A few days back, he would have been embarrassed. Now, it was just one more part of his life.

“Do you...want me to stroke...home?”

“No, boy. You can rest now.”

“You sure, Master?”

“I’m sure, boy.”

He was thankful for that. He could have just about managed that on the way back, but he doubted that he would have been able to do it well. He leaned his head back, sighing under his breath as he felt the tiredness hit him like a wave, almost washing him under in that moment. It was...just so much, so much after all that they had been through. He needed a break, a chance to just rest…

Soon enough, he slipped into slumber, and as he did, the world collapsed around him. Darkness turned to dream, and Aruk began to dream of various situations, various scenarios with his Master, where he was put through things that made the pole look like child’s play.

He loved it, and he wondered how long it would take for his Master to do those things for real.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Aruk is put through one last wringer, dragging him down to the place of a happy sub, and wanting to stay there.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Master/Submissive, Orc, Human, Bondage, Plug, Oral, Blowjob, Face-Fuck, Edging, Dripping, Wet, Series,