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[b][u][center]Green Boys at the Club

For Aruk

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

It was not inaccurate to say that Aruk was trembling as his master took him to the club. It was not from fear, or at least, not mostly from that. If anything, he was trembling out of raw need, a need that would be obvious to anyone that dared to look down at the seven-foot-tall orc’s crotch. His tight denim shorts were barely containing a cock that was throbbing with a life of its own at this point, throbbing like mad, and he could barely breathe through his excitement for what was about to come.

“Please…soon…soon, right, Master?” Aruk said, unable to help himself with the language. An orc, calling another orc master? That was certainly more than most would have ever expected. But not with this one. Not with the one that had claimed him, addicted him to what he was going through. “Not much longer?”

“It’s been two weeks, little bitch. Two weeks. What’s another few minutes?”

The shorter orc just ahead of him, wrapped in leather warmed from the sun and clinging tight to the other man’s muscles, only fed his need. He groaned under his breath, biting back the need to huff and hump.

It took more willpower than he wanted to admit. Two weeks of edging, two weeks of raw use and teasing that had done nothing to ease his hunger. All of it kept adding more and more to the desperation that burned deep down inside, leaving him shivering from head to toe. Every step towards the club door ahead, every little shift of his weight, reminded him of the heft of his balls beneath his shorts. The boxers he wore did nothing to help him, and the constant drip, drip, dripping of pre-cum during the day meant that the laundry work had gone out of control.

But his master had promised that he’d get off tonight. He just hoped that he’d be able to get off enough times to not lose his mind.

They reached the front of the line, finally, and the human at the front door smirked at him. Aruk might have said something, once, but as it stood, all he did was stand by Master Bolar. A step out of line might mean going back home, and he could kiss his orgasms goodbye if that happened. At least, for another week.

He couldn’t take that. Not another week of this edging.

“Here for some fun, boys?” the human asked.

“Yeah. It’s a good night?”

“Good night indeed, Mr. Bolar. Just making sure that you’re not causing trouble.”

“Just a show tonight. Not looking to share this one.”

“Good, good. Just making sure, you know. The boss got a little upset the last time that you caused the riot.”

“That won’t be happening again.”

Aruk barely listened, more focused on the straining feeling of his shaft against his underwear, the feeling of it throbbing and pulsing, oozing and dripping. The slime had already soaked the interior of his boxers, leaving them clinging to his cock in such a way that there’d be no hiding it. He could hardly hear what they were talking about as he was made to focus more on his cock and balls than anything else. Just a little bit longer, he kept telling himself. Just a little bit longer, and he’d be getting all the relief that he could stand. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer.

They were through the door, and he was walking as if he was in a haze. Not a typical dance club ahead, but rather, something more like a bar. Something with tables cleared off to the side, though, leaving just a single chair in the middle of the room.

“Nnngh…Master…What…”

“Strip down and sit down.”

“Yes-mmmph.”

He barely managed to hold back as his master groped his cock through his shorts, making his shaft jump, twitch, ooze. The thick smell of his own scent and arousal was hard to ignore, harder still not to let it go further. But he didn’t have permission, not yet, and he wouldn’t disobey and cum without permission.

So, he stripped down. Sandals, shorts, underwear - soaked completely, now - and then his shirt, tossed down to the pile. His cock stood out far, the red hair at the base stained and matted with his own pre-cum, sticking to his flesh. He moaned, shivering from head to toe, his eyes glazed over and leaving him out of it. His cock bobbed up and down, spitting pre-cum from being pushed out into the open, exposed to so many pairs of eyes. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

“Mmmph…Mmmph…”

“Sit, slut.”

He did as he was told, plopping his ass in the chair. He had a moment to feel his cheeks sink through a hole that he hadn’t noticed, only for Master Bolar to start strapping him down. His ankles were bound to the metal legs of the chair, pulled just far enough apart for his balls to flop over the edge and his cock to stick forward, while his hands were pulled around back so that they could be cuffed together, keeping them out of trouble and from being used to speed it up.

Master Bolar’s hands were already moving to his chest, stroking along his pecs, coming down to his nipples to pinch them, pull them. Aruk was so sensitive that even that had his cock twitching, bouncing, oozing pre-cum down along the underside. The tip was shiny, reflecting the low light of the bar, and he groaned as he felt every little dribbling droplet running down to his balls and reminding him how pent up they were, how full they had become.

“Nnngh…please…”

“Do you want to cum tonight, little slut?”

“Mmmph…yes…so much…”

“Tell them how obedient you are. How well you’ve behaved.”

“I’ve held…held back for two weeks…no orgasms…constant edging…please…Please let me cum.”

“Two weeks. This is going to be a mess…particularly with this chair.” Master Bolar chuckled. “Do we let him cum?”

The crowd chuckled, but were quick to start nodding. Aruk gritted his teeth, his cock jumping again. More people, more people to see, more people having that choice of whether he came or not. Fuck. Fuck, every time that he thought that Master Bolar had found all the ways he could be turned on, his master found another. So many people choosing when or even if he’d cum…

“It seems they’re feeling generous. Let’s get you started.”

His master touched a button on the back of the chair, and no sooner had it depressed than [i]something[/i] started sliding up from beneath the chair. Aruk grunted, feeling the stiff pressure of a dildo against his asshole, grinding upward, then pulling back. Up, back, up, back, and then -

POP!

And then, it was inside him. Aruk arched his back against the sturdy chair, his balls almost lifting up enough to fall back onto it, only for Master Bolar to shove him back down. He groaned as he felt his cock twitching, each hammering thrust sliding right past his prostate. It got the beat-down that it needed, his cock doing its intimate little dance for the crowd as the machine hummed up to speed under him. Every thrust was a little bit faster than the last, a little bit harder, and his muscular cheeks clenched hard under him every time that he felt it hit the end of its thrust.

“NNNGH! NNGH! NGH!”

It was getting faster and faster, his cock spitting pre-cum over the floor, his toes curling against it. His master stood right behind him, big hands running over his bare chest. Smack, palms against his pecs before the extended fingers found his nipples again. He was sweating, the hand and finger strokes leaving wet lines across his flesh and his eyes were rolling back already as he felt his orgasm coming.

“Nnngh! NNNGH!”

“I want you to cum, slut,” Master Bolar said in his ear. “I want you to cum whenever you feel like doing it…cumming again and again…all night long.”

“Mmmph?”

“Don’t hold back. I want you to blow…[i]hard.[/i]”

The pressure on his prostate ensured that it wouldn’t be long before he went over the edge. Two weeks of holding back, two weeks of being teased and pushed and stroked and fucked without being allowed to cum had worked wonders on his balls, filling them to the brim and then not letting them ease their torment.

Thrust, schlick, thrust, schlick went the toy in his ass, slamming in and out, opening him up for the audience. So many eyes, so many people staring at him. He groaned, tried to look away and failed, and then -

“MMMPH!”

As his master pinched his nipples again, he went over the edge. He came, and he came hard, his cock jerking up and spitting a single unbroken line of cum almost all the way to the ceiling. The bar patrons jerked back, barely avoiding getting sprayed by the first shot, and watching more carefully for the second, and third, and fourth.

He panted, his cock refusing to go soft, and the machine refused to stop fucking him. In, out, in, out, each time making him gasp again, each time making him hunch forward and hump the air despite himself. His cock begged for attention, but for the moment, he was getting none. All of it was going to come from somewhere else.

After all, a slut could cum from anything, couldn’t they? And he was supposed to be the master’s slut.

In, out, in, out, pumping his hole so fast and so hard in a way that only a machine could manage. Before the eyes of the entire bar, his cock rocked back up to full size, full erection, throbbing against his muscular abs. Master Bolar gently tugged it back, holding it there with one finger, making sure that the next spray would go all over him rather than all over the floor.

“We’re going to be here all night, my little bitch,” his master whispered. “We’re going to be here until the sun comes up. How long do you think it will take for those big balls of yours to start shooting blanks?”

The idea was both terrifying and amazingly hot, and his balls jerked, firing his second load right then and there. His mind blanked for a moment, or maybe longer, his mouth hanging open as he came all over his chest, over his pecs, almost hitting himself right in the mouth before it was all said and done.

And that was only the second load. He had hours, all night to go…

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

Summary: The stars of Green Doms, Green Subs return for more edging, bondage, and public fun.

Tags: M/M, Bondage, Fucking Machine, Human, Orc, Embarrassment, Exhibitionism, Edging, Exposure, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasm, Nipple Play, Anal, Toying, Toy, Cock Milking,