On closer inspection
#26 of Kaos Army
It's amazing what you can get away with when you're in charge. Well, maybe...
It was another lovely day at the Kaos Army headquarters, hidden out in the desert plains of the Lowlands, on the Black Planet. They were all lovely days, until they weren't. The twin suns blazed in the blue sky, as clouds drifted in off the nearby ocean, destined for hillier, elevated lands that actually got adequate amounts of rainfall. The temperature was predictably on the up as the morning hurtled towards lunchtime, and the line of soldiers on the parade ground had a slight dewy sheen to their clean skin as they stood proudly upright, heads held aloft, shoulders back.
It was an inspection.
General Warlock trod slowly, admiring this hand-picked selection, his hand-picked selection, in fact, going from man to man; his eyes scanning them from top to bottom, each head of hair neatly trimmed according to regulations, (loose regulations, but regulations nonetheless), in an array of colours, and each set of ivory tusks gleaming. Some had piercings in their curved ears. Some had tribal tattoos etched into flesh, or ceremonial scars that they received as part of coming-of-age rituals. Every one of them though was a well-disciplined and healthy individual, who had been trained to the peak of physical fitness and endurance.
His gaze lingered on bulging muscles and rippling sinews, chests that threatened to burst out of crisply laundered tan shirts, (sending buttons flying), and butts that could barely be contained in tight camouflage patterned fatigues.
These were his favourites. The elite. The best of the best.
The hottest of the hot.
He licked his lips and reached out with an eager hand. It cupped a perfect buttock and he applied a little pressure, feeling the very slight give as he fondled greedily. The orc soldier gave a grunt.
"Eyes forward!" he snapped, enjoying the command he had over such fine warriors.
His medals glinted and clanked as he moved, his fancy black linen and silk-lined officer's jacket being so much cooler and imposing than anyone else's - it was amazing being in charge! One word and these lovely boys would be knee deep in filth, ready to break down enemy lines and advance into the fray. They were fearless. They were unrelenting. They were a bit thick, but willing.
His wandering hands ran over the contours of strong backs, down onto jutting hip bones and around to belt fronts, unfastening nimbly as he went. Every glorious bulge was rubbed, grey fingers stroking and teasing until each of his soldiers had a quickened pulse and a throbbing member.
They were each of them assessed on certain elements; how much they liked being touched up by their senior officer, the speed at which they became hard and erect, how audible they were in the process, and which ones tried to touch him back.
Overall, he was greatly impressed. They had all passed with flying colours. Every one of them was horny and eager to please.
The aching at his own loins could be ignored no longer, and it was time to give out some well-earned rewards.
Having six burly orcs in the bed was a bit of a squeeze, but that just made it cosy. Uniforms were discarded into haphazard piles; except for the General's. He was stripped deliciously bare with care, his nice tailor-made jacket hung up by the door on its own special hanger.
Strong, green hands worshipped him with their touch and rough tongues carefully dragged over his naked form until there were glistening trails upon every inch of him and he was a blissful writhing mess under a pile of fit, youthful bodies.
Through half-closed eyes he could see his undressed, gorgeous boys gathered about him, half on top of him, their lovely butts wriggling enticingly and their big cock's flopping around ripe for the tugging. His long, keen ears could hear nothing but smooches and sighs.
This was heavenly.
He pulled a particularly fine, round, solid butt towards him and nudged his leaking tip at the tight, puckered hole with a deep grunt. The owner's massive thighs grew tight as they squatted carefully and allowed themselves to be pushed down on top of him, his dick breaking through so he could feel the hot snugness around his shaft, almost losing his composure at the exquisite stimulation, and spurting right there and then. But he gritted his teeth and held out until he was sliding balls deep into the buff, handsome soldier boy who was now the centre of his attention and everyone else's too. The other orcs were jealous and wanted their own fun - he felt a mouth softly suckling at his sack, making his hips buck with an appropriately animalistic need, there was a thick, probing tongue dancing with his own betwixt locked lips as he firmly grasped the thick waist in front of him, and pulled and pushed as he fucked, his cock slamming into welcoming, rippling rectum as glorious moans accompanied his mating movements.
His nipples were tweaked. His neck was grazed by long, expertly polished tusks.
Someone's pre-cum soaked cock was being rubbed on his grey cheek.
Elsewhere on the bed, two cuties had decided to have fun of their own and were moaning and thrusting, as another sweet little ass got a generous filling. He watched, excitedly, not wanting to tear his eyes away from the tantalising sight.
He nearly yelped as a tongue darted between his toe-claws, slipping and sliding around the soles of his feet that were probably not too fresh after being in his big, black lace-up boots all morning. He was rather ticklish. Then large hands pushed his feet together around a rock-hard cock and he pumped his legs as he rutted, not only fucking one of his men, but also wanking off another with his feet.
This was all going to get very messy! He worried for a brief moment about not having any more clean blankets to put on the bed.
The tongue in his mouth was promptly replaced with a dark green, bulbous knob belonging to a fat, heavy and girthy orc penis. It tasted slightly bitter and salty, like pennies. He carefully avoided letting his teeth drag against the thick, veiny cock as it pumped energetically into his jaw.
His feet were suddenly slick, and a happy groan filled the cacophony of other erotic sounds in the room. He smiled. First time for everything!
His own busy member was pulsing and twitching as he slammed that butt down upon it harder and faster, his hips driving upwards accompanied by muffled moans as he had his mouth very full indeed.
There was a jet of hot tangy liquid at the roof of his mouth, and he swallowed the load with an audible gulp as one of his boys came hard. Balls were pressed against his chin. Thighs quivered, inches from his long face. Eventually the spent cock withdrew, and he gasped catching his breath.
He'd make them all Majors at this rate!
The cheek-rubbing rod splashed globs of sticky semen on him, and it was swiftly lapped up by an eager mouth that then proceeded to whisper words of praise in his ear that kept him up and eager for just a little longer. He knew, however, that he was only moments away from climax himself.
His balls plapped satisfyingly against the firm, pale green flesh of this particular soldier's rump as he piled inside, letting his head rest back on the full comfy pillow and his mouth fall open with the longest, filthiest noises he'd ever remembered making. His balls felt full. They were still being delicately suckled. It was amazing. Little sparks of pleasure travelled up and down his laid-out body; his shaft rigid and ready to deliver a volley of firepower all his own.
The room spun. His skin felt electric. With a tight hold, he held the hips in front of him absolutely still as he jackhammered himself deep inside and felt the unbridled joy of release. Nothing else mattered in that heartbeat of a moment - just the sexy body he was fucking and his aroused, pumping dick. His stomach tightened. His pig-like snout snorted and blew air out, hard. His leg shook. He drained himself dry with gush after gush of fertile spunk. It dribbled, bubbled and oozed.
The pleasure had reached a fever peak and now slowly ebbed away, leaving him warm and fuzzy inside.
He was soaked in sweat.
He was exhausted.
He was also covered in his own cum.
His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. Tired but content.
On the bedside table, his clock vibrated with a God-awful noise.
It was another day, another dollar, another twenty-four hours where just about anything could happen, and you never knew what was in store for you.
Another glorious day on the Black Planet. In the desert of the lowlands.
Another adventure for General Warlock of the Kaos Army.
If only those adventures were as much fun as his daydreams!