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[b][u][center]Green Dominos

Part 1

For aruk

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

Anyone that looked at Sparky would have thought that he worked at the construction yard rather than in accounting. He had the sort of massive bulk that met and even exceeded most of the orcs that worked over there. Some better traveled folks called him a Roegadyn, but most people just assumed that he was some sort of mutated human. Considering that he stood seven feet tall, most people kept that talk under their breath and well away from him, not wanting to start something that they most definitely wouldn’t be able to finish.

That said, Sparky was unaware of the way that people stared at him most of the time. He had a habit of burying himself in something, almost obsessive about whatever had his attention at any given time. It hadn’t done him any favors in the dating scene, considering that anyone that had a seven-foot-tall, super-muscular, hairy man looking down at them with that level of focus tended to get rather intimidated, but it worked well in accounting. People didn’t like to lie to someone that could potentially put them in the dirt.

It was a strange but fairly profitable life, for the most part. Just a little lonely, and he was used to that. He could work through that, particularly with the eye candy across the street.

Sparky had a habit, after all. He liked to look out the window and watch the orcs on the other side of the street. The show that he got when they were working hard, when the summer rolled around and they started taking off their shirts and showing off their muscles, was always worth a look. It was one of the few things that could distract him from his work, if only momentarily, and he often went home with new fantasies, new ideas, new things that he wanted to do.

So, when he heard that there was a big thing that he missed the day before, that there had been something like an orgy across the street that some of the janitors had gotten a birds-eye-view for, he was, understandably, upset.

“You saw…what, again?” he asked the human janitor.

“I…I, um, I kinda…”

“If you say that you forgot, I’m going to toss you out the window.”

The way he said it, it was always hard to tell if he was joking or making a threat. Sparky had a way of keeping his voice monotone when he was that focused, and sometimes, he was joking. This was not one of those times, the human obviously felt.

“I saw some of the orcs gangbanging one of their coworkers,” the human said, spilling the details as fast as he could. “Some sort of hole in the wall thing.”

“Was it rape?”

“I…Do you think it was?”

“No,” Sparky said, pushing his glasses more firmly against his face. “But if it was, you would be liable for not calling the cops.”

“…”

“Continue.”

“I…I don’t think it was rape. I don’t think it was rape.”

“Details.”

Sparky knew that he was sounding like a cop, someone that was interrogating a suspect rather than what he was really doing. The sole purpose of this conversation had become a way for him to gather wank material for later. Not that the human needed to know that.

“He…the guy getting fucked, that was –”

“Human or orc?”

“Orc.”

“Big or small?”

“They’re all big, aren’t they?”

“…”

“Um…bigger than the other orcs?”

“I see. Red hair?”

“You – how do you know?”

“I watch them. I guess. Keep talking.”

As the scene was painted for him from the janitor’s description, Sparky’s cock started rising in his pants. He kept his paperwork for the day surreptitiously lowered, kept in the way to avoid it coming up and being shown off. Of all the things he was, he wasn’t stupid, and he knew how this would play if the janitor started telling others how he reacted to this sort of thing. He would start getting a reputation, the wrong sort of reputation, and he wanted to ensure that he didn’t have anything staining his name.

He had worked hard for this position, after all. He didn’t want to lose it. But he [i]did[/i] want to know what happened to that orc…

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A day passed, and the fantasies that the janitor’s story had provoked had continued to linger. Not fantasies of fucking the orc, precisely, though those had come and gone with the others. No, the predominant fantasies had been more of…taking his place. Seeing what it felt like to have some of those pleasures ravished upon him.

Sparky leaned back from his desk, knowing that his libido was starting to interfere with his work day. It usually happened towards the end of the day, and it was just as often solved by a quick jerk when he got home. However, that wasn’t really an option just yet. There was a cleaner around his apartment, and that meant that he had to wait for an extra hour or two before he could head back and take care of himself.

Glancing at the clock, he shook his head. Five minutes left on shift, and he couldn’t just head off when the time was up. He’d just be told off, made to wait longer to go into the apartment…

[i]Might as well get a walk in…[/i]

He had been slacking on the exercise of late, and he knew for a fact that if he didn’t maintain his muscles, they’d start turning slack. It had happened before when he first joined the accounting firm and let the exercise fall by the wayside. If he did that again, he’d lose most of the gains that he’d gotten back.

A walk didn’t do much, but it was better than nothing, and at least he could say he did something.

Five minutes passed, and he clocked out, walking down the sidewalk towards the local park. Sunset was just past, and the lights on the lamps strewn up and down the streets and along the park paths started coming on. Sparky walked along with his hands in his pockets, resisting the urge to flick them down to his straining shaft that was half-wrapped around his hip.

[i]You can ignore that. You can ignore that.[/i]

Yet, it fed him various images, various ideas. He would have liked to take care of it, to head into one of the little hiding places in the stands of trees throughout the park, to take care of his cock in a way that might just get him caught. A good audience would be a lot of fun, and then –

Then he would be in trouble. Much fun as it would be, his urges were well-controlled by the practicality of the situation and a small fear of the consequences. If there was a way to do it without risking things…

But there wasn’t, so he wouldn’t.

Sparky rounded the corner, only to come to a sharp stop as he found himself staring at a crowd. Curious as to what had their attention, he walked around the edge of the crowd until he found a gap, and peered through them.

Tied to one of the lampposts was an orc, and one of the bigger ones. About seven feet tall, maybe an inch higher – just enough to be taller than Sparky himself – and with…red…hair…

[i]The orgy victim?[/i] Sparky wondered.

It would explain what he was staring at, considering that the big guy was more than slightly exposed. As a matter of fact, he was completely naked, his body shown off to the whole crowd in a way that would have gotten them arrested if it wasn’t after dark and isolated the way that it was. He glanced around, half-sure that there would be someone in the crowd that would want to pull out a phone and start calling the cops on this, but either they were too shocked, or everyone in the crowd had the same mood as the culprit tied up.

Or…

He glanced around the light post. There as another orc there, slightly shorter, but with stockier shoulders and a hefty set of pecs that was controlling the whole thing. He had a sort of…presence to him, something that Sparky recognized from some of the bosses in the accounting firm. They were always looming over things, making it clear who was in charge, and this orc was doing the same thing.

[i]Keeping everyone on the same page, making sure nobody causes trouble…seems like he’s the one calling the shots with this one, too…[/i]

And that meant…

Sparky’s cheeks didn’t quite burn, and he didn’t erupt into a blush, but he did feel another twitch down below. The fantasies from earlier, of having someone to push him to do something so socially…unacceptable…were rising up again. The fact that this orc seemed to be the master of the bound one…

No, no, that wasn’t what he needed, he told himself. It wasn’t that bad, nor were his fantasies that extreme that he needed them fulfilled. He could just enjoy them as fantasies, never turning them to realities.

Or at least, that’s what he told himself. The more that he watched the show before him, however, the more that he started questioning whether he was being honest with himself, and the more that his cock started throbbing.

It only got worse when the other orcs and humans in the crowd started pressing forward. When they reached out for the red-bearded orc, he half-expected the one at the back to order them away. When they were allowed to keep touching, to stroke, to tease, Sparky couldn’t help but watch with surprise, shock…and a little envy.

[i]What if they touched me like that?[/i] he wondered.

He still pushed the thought down, reminding himself of how quickly he could get fired if something like that happened. At the same time, his cock started twitching, throbbing, starting to roll along his leg to point down rather than around his hip, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before it would start pointing forward.

And when it did that, nobody would be able to miss that.

He reached down slowly, shifting his size off to his thigh, making sure that it was pointing down and staying that way. At the same time, he couldn’t take his eyes off the display before him, and he found his cock twitching every time that he saw the crowd reach down and stroke the orc’s shaft. Little moans and more started to split the air, and he was more embarrassed than ever at the idea of being in the orc’s place.

[i]Would it be that bad?[/i]

Yes, it would.

[i]Why?[/i]

He’d be fired.

[i]There are other jobs.[/i]

But he’d worked hard to get this one, and this would carry as a reputation.

[i]And if a boss made you do this?[/i]

He groaned under his breath, shaking his head. Oh, the fantasies were going to have a good time tonight when he got home and had the chance to start jerking off to this. He knew exactly what he’d be imagining tonight. Maybe he’d have the courage to go out on the balcony and jerk off where others could see him. Maybe he’d have the courage to…

He didn’t know. It was hard to know what was going through his head when all the blood was rushing to his dick and making him want the extreme things again. Sparky rubbed his forehead, looking away from the handjobs, the nipple tweaking, and everything else going on.

“You okay?”

The soft grunt of a voice belied its source. Sparky turned, finding himself looking down at the same yellow-green orc that had been standing behind the cuffed one. He glanced back, making sure that the other guy didn’t have a twin – nope, it was the one standing in front of him. The master orc.

[i]What the hell…[/i]

“Just…surprised, is all,” Sparky said, clearing his throat. “I should go.”

“Enjoying the show, aren’t ya? Why don’t you stick around?”

“I’m not supposed to get into this.”

“Why not?”

“…”

“Heh, enjoying it more than you expected? Not a crime there.”

“I shouldn’t be enjoying this.”

“But you are.”

“So I should leave before –”

“Before what?”

“…I should…”

“Boy.”

There was a tone in that one word, a tone that ran straight through him and left him stiffer than he wanted to admit. Not just in his cock, either, but all through his body, as if everything was straining to stand at attention to this strange orc. The yellow-green powerhouse chuckled at him, shaking his head.

“Looks like you got your own reasons to want something like that.”

“Want – you listen. I’m not here for that.”

“No?”

“No. I’m not looking for someone to tell me what to do, or someone to take advantage.”

“Hmmm…”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Not a bit.”

“See if you can stop me.”

He turned, only for the orc to grab him by the shoulder. Sparky whipped around, his muscles tensing, ready to throw a punch, only for the orc to hold up one hand to stop him.

“Look. Just listen to me, boy. I got a few things to say, and I think it’ll help.”

“Yeah? And what are those?”

“Just…listen.”

The orc held up a finger, wagging it from side to side. Not quickly, not sassily, just a little waggle, a little sway, a little back and forth. It was almost incidental, but it was always there, always grabbing his eye.

“One. You’re staring. It’s so easy to stare, because he’s naked. It’s so hard not to look, so you’re looking for distraction. Any distraction. Like me. Boy, you’re staring, but that’s fine. Boys stare.”

“Boys…stare, yeah.”

“Two.”

And a second finger went up, still swaying back and forth, holding his attention. It was so…so strange, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“You’re listening. Just listening. It’s easy to listen, ain’t it? Better than hearing that smack, that slap, that stuff going on over there. Easier to just listen to me. Drown out all that other noise, all that other crap, yeah? Boys like to listen.”

“Yeah…listening’s easier.”

“Three.”

And a third finger. They were wagging more now, swaying more because of their numbers. He kept staring, finding it easier to stare and listen. There was something soothing in the distraction, allowing him to tune out what was happening behind him that much easier.

“Listening’s great, but obeying’s better. That’s what you’re already doing, isn’t it? Already staring, listening, so why not obey a bit? Do what someone else says? It’s easier, ain’t it? Easier than thinking, easier than trying to figure it out.”

“Easier? Yeah…yeah, I guess…”

It was getting easier, at the very least, and he found himself more comforted by the second, more drawn in to what the orc was saying. What was his problem, really? There was a better way to deal with this…

And he…

He could obey…

“Four.” A fourth finger. Swaying. Wagging. His head slowing, his eyes closing slightly as he watched it go back and forth. “Obeying’s good. And that makes you feel good. You feel good doing what you’re told, don’t ya? Boys feel good when they do what they’re told.”

“Yeah…feel good…”

“You feel good doing what you’re told.”

“I feel good…doing what I’m told…”

“Five.”

This time, there was no sudden drop. No new finger. Just a clenched fist. Something…something shifted in his head, and Sparky felt strange. A little empty, a little fuzzy, but altogether just…waiting. Patient. Comfortable. He kept staring at the closed fist, feeling almost like something was pulling around his throat, some sort of collar or something strange like that.

The other orc took him by the arm, dragging him through the crowd. Something was shouted, they started dispersing. The crowd left, but he…

He was standing by the red-bearded orc. The other guy was muttering something, something that sounded like ‘good slut’, over and over again. What was –

“Two.”

Listening. Right. He needed to listen. Sparky turned back to the yellow-green orc, cocking his head to the side.

“Saw you staring, boy. What do you want, really?”

“I want…to be like him…”

“You want to be a slut?”

“I want…to be a Boy…”

“Heh, one of my Boys, huh?”

Sparky didn’t answer. He wasn’t even sure if he could; all he knew was that he was feeling good, really good, and that he needed to take it further. His cock throbbed in his pants, begging for attention, pushing forward against his thigh and the leg of his pants. If it didn’t get some release soon –

“Three.”

Obedience. He stood up a little straighter, looking at the big orc.

“Take off your clothes, Boy.”

He was more than happy to do that, though he didn’t know why. He took off his pants quickly, dragging them down to his formal dress shoes, and his cock swung up and forward. The long length bounced and dripped, a long string of pre-cum running from the head to the grassy ground.

It was so strange, standing in the open with everything exposed, but it felt good at the same time. Very good. Very…powerful. He groaned as he felt his cock swing up, his shaft throbbing all the harder as he took off his shirt, exposing more of himself, the black and red hair at his chest hanging down slightly, damp with sweat from nerves and excitement.

The yellow-green orc grinned at him, and he blushed.

“What?”

“Three. Four. Lean back…push out your ass…be a good Boy.”

Sparky felt a shock of pleasure running through him as he did just that, thrusting his ass back and feeling some strange need running from his hole to his balls to his cock. His shaft jerked up, throbbing hard, but –

“And don’t…don’t…don’t cum.”

The soft repetition left his cock throbbing harder than ever, but there was something different down there now, something hard, something stiff that seemed to block off any sense of relief. His balls suddenly seemed heavier, almost like he was more aware of their weight, their need, their utter fullness.

“Back up…”

He backed up again, and again. He left his shoes and socks behind, finally completely naked. His cock hung between his legs, almost too heavy to point up now, and he shivered as he heard a click behind him. Someone had been let loose, he realized. The other orc –

The hot feeling of a cock between his cheeks suddenly held his attention. It slid along his taint, going all the way up to his hole, and he groaned under his breath as he realized that it was rubbing him, thrusting against him, on the verge of sliding in.

“I…”

“One.”

He looked up. The masterful orc looked back at him, eyes fixed through his glasses.

“Two.”

He listened, nodding slowly.

“Three.”

Obey. He had to obey. He had to push back. He slowly ground his hips backwards, feeling the thick head of the other orc’s cock rubbing against his rim, almost sliding in right then and there. It was going to –

“Four.”

Feel good. It was going to feel amazing to obey. He pushed back –

POP!

And then the head of the shaft was inside him. He groaned, his hands curling into fists as he lost his tightness to that thick shaft right then and there. His eyes rolled back, his toes curled into the grass, and his cock jerked, twitching, throbbing.

It only got worse – or better? – when the yellow-green orc reached down and started stroking him. One stroke, slow, gentle, all the way down to the base of the bearded orc’s cock. He grunted as he made it hilt in him, hardly believing that he was fitting the whole thing inside on his first go.

“Good Boy…”

“Mmmph…”

“Again.”

He slid forward, feeling the pleasure in obedience, feeling the need that was making his cock throb so very hard. He wanted this. He needed this. Giving in, allowing someone else to take control –

[i]Not my fault. Not my fault. Made me do it.[/i]

And the excuse, the way that it wouldn’t hurt him –

[i]More. More.[/i]

He pushed back, the other command still burning in him, still reminding him what he needed. He moaned as it slid over his prostate, his ass clenching hard around that shaft. Oh, fuck, it was hitting buttons that he didn’t even know he had.

In, out, in, out, and the faster that he moved his hips, the more that the master orc stroked him. The faster he fucked, the harder his cock got jerked. He bucked his hips forward and back, fucking one, getting fucked by the other. He panted, his mouth hanging open, his eyes rolling back.

“Three. Four. Don’t cum.”

The reminder of the order only made it feel that much better to hold back. Even though his balls complained, even though he wanted to cum and feel the relief of climax, somehow holding back felt even better. He moaned under his breath, his head rolling back. His hands clenched into tighter and tighter fists at his sides as he struggled to keep moving, the sheer pleasure of being filled and thrusting away making him feel so good.

“Boy…fuck him.”

The next push back was followed by a sudden thrust, one that almost knocked him right off his feet. Sparky gasped as he was filled to the brim with much more force than before, panting as he was gripped from behind. Hard muscles pressed against him, far harder than his own, and he shivered as he was rocked faster, fucked harder than he could fuck himself.

In, out, in, out that cock went, taking him further down the road to pleasure, further down the road of denial. He moaned as he felt his cock twitching in the other orc’s hand, feeling himself so close…

[i]Don’t cum.[/i]

That was the order, and he couldn’t break it.

“Ah…ah…”

“Heh, Boy likes that feeling, doesn’t he?”

“Mmmph…feels…hot…”

“Feels good to obey…”

“Feels so…so good to obey…”

And it did. It felt better than anything that he had ever fantasized about, and even the denial of being unable to cum was hotter than it should have been. His eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing, spitting pre-cum over the master orc’s fist, giving him all the lube that he needed to get him good and wet and slick.

Forward, back, forward, back, no longer thrusting his own hips, just ramming himself forward and then getting pulled back by the big orc behind him. He felt like he was being fucked by a monster, and in some ways, he was. The bearded orc was so much stronger than he had thought, and he was just…

Just helpless…

Helpless to lust…

Helpless to need…

Helpless to do anything but obey…

And he loved it.

He was moaning loud enough that he was probably either attracting or chasing off anyone in the park still, and he whimpered as he felt the thick head rubbing against his prostate every time that it went in. He wanted to obey, and he wanted to release.

“Please…please…”

“You want it that bad, Boy?”

“Nnngh…”

“What do you want, Boy?”

“I…I don’t…”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know!”

Sparky moaned, lowering his head, feeling the shiver-shakes of pleasure running up and down his body, reminding him of what he could have, and what he needed, but also just how good it felt to hold back. He could feel every sway of his cock and balls, every swing of his shaft coming up to hit his stomach, every metronome-like sway of his heavy sac between his legs. Everything felt so much more sensitive, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

He looked up at the other orc, panting and shivering, and the big guy smiled at him. That hand on his cock slowly slid away, leaving him humping air, but before he could complain, the master orc turned to the bearded one.

“Take him over the edge, Boy.”

“Mmmph.”

“Wha – ah, ah, ah!”

He all but screamed as he was lifted up, the sheer strength of the orc pulling his legs up and back. He was almost bent in half as he was fucked harder than ever, a jackhammer of a dick going between his legs, ramming into him harder, faster, deeper. He moaned out loud, his eyes rolling back, his cock spasming like mad. There was no hand to shaft stimulation, just cock to ass, and it was pushing him right…to the…

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Cum.”

And with that, he went over.

He didn’t know if he screamed, though he was sure that he wheezed as he came, as his cock exploded with need. Seed splattered across the grasses, and his balls pulled up tight. The fact that it had been completely out of his control whether he’d release or not somehow made it that much hotter.

He squeezed down on the cock inside him, half-expecting a flood like what he’d suffered, but there was no such thing. All that he got was a continual pounding, thrusting, pushing to keep him cumming, to keep him throbbing and thrusting and moaning.

Eventually, he could cum no more. The cock slid out of his ass, and he was dropped to the ground. Not roughly, but not gently, either. He landed with a thump, his ass feeling all stretched, his hole feeling sore, inflamed, puffy. His cock was still hard, slowly softening, but still filled with all that [i]need.[/i]

He moaned under his breath as the two orcs stood over him, shivering, trying to get his head back on his shoulders. He had just done something that he would never have done on his own. Why? Why…

Why did it feel…

Why did…

Why…

Thinking was so hard, and it almost made him feel better when the master orc leaned down, rubbing his head. He felt something tingling running down his spine, almost like he had been given some sort of drug like he heard they passed around in the clubs. The orc leaned down, whispering in his ear.

“Three. Four.”

Obey, and enjoy.

Little things were whispered in his ear, but what they happened to be, he didn’t know. They went in, he thought about them, and then forgot about them. They kept coming, and then disappearing, almost like he was told to forget them. Maybe he was. Sparky was too out of it to really tell what was happening to him.

And still, his cock continued to drool. No more cum spurts, but the last bits of his seed continued to puddle around him, oozing from his cock in slow strings that made the grass fall and droop from how much he released.

“Come on, Boy.”

The orcs left, leaving him panting on his hands and knees, still slowly recovering. He felt like something had happened, something had changed for him, but Sparky couldn’t have said exactly what if he was asked. All he knew was that something in his head had been flipped around, and he felt…different.

Eventually, he was able to bring himself together. It was late, past midnight, but his clothes were still there. He crawled over to them, struggling to at least get his underwear on, and then began the long, slow walk out of the park. Thankfully, he still had his phone, and he could call a taxi home.

And maybe, by morning, he’d know just what the hell had happened to him, and what would happen next.

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

Summary: Sparky, a rather well-controlled individual, is dragged into submission by Bolar and Aruk.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Roegadyn, Human, Orc, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Bondage, Fuck, Anal, Handjob, Orgasm, Denial, Cum, Obedience, Master/Submissive, Public,