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Tossing his damp towel over the door of his locker, Hank began pulling out his clothes to get dressed after his workout and shower at the local gym. Starting of course with his favorite garment, his jockstrap. He slid it up his legs, nestled his large balls in the pouch and adjusted the straps that went around his muscular ass.

He was reaching for his pants next when he heard heavy footfalls behind him. He turned his head to see a massive orc, deeply muscular, enter the locker room with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Hey Hank." He said raising his free hand in greeting.

"Oh, hey Rok, How's it going?" Hank said, standing on one leg and leaning against his locker to pull one leg into his pants.

"The usual." He grunted, he paused before going to his locker to ogle Hank's jock-framed ass while he was bent over. "I take it you saw the game last night." He grinned, not taking his eyes off Hank.

Hank stopped halfway pulling up his pants to remember where he put his wallet. "Yeah, I did."

"Then you know what that means, don't you? I win our little bet, and I think I'll collect on it right now." He growled, running his large index finger up and down Hank's hairy crack. "And I ain't talking about money either." A lecherous grin spread wide across his face

Hank turned around to look up at the orc who was a good two feet taller than he was. "Well a bet is a bet." He grinned. He could see the growing bulge in the orc's pants and he reached out to rub it. "Where do you want to start big guy?"

Rok dropped his pants and sat on the nearby bench in his heavily strained jockstrap. His rock hard cock was pushing the material out to its limits and his musky scent of his sweat was already wafting Hank's way. "Let's start by you taking care of this guy." He said rubbing the tip of his cock through the fabric.

Hank got to his knees and shifted the fabric of the jock, letting the orc's fat green cock free to breathe and drool its thick white strands of precum. It was a nice size, probably only a couple inches bigger than Hank's ten inches and a bit thicker, but still nothing Hank couldn't handle.

He started by pulling the orc's foreskin back and sucking the dark green cock head into his mouth. Rok groaned as Hank's mouth took more and more of his thick shaft in. Hank cradled the large green balls in his hand and played with them as he bobbed his head up and down on Rok's cock.

Rok groaned with pleasure every now and again as he leaned back slightly on the bench, enjoying the blow job, his massive right hand on the back of Hank's orange head and his other hand out of hanks sight, rummaging through his duffel bag.

"Mnnnnnnnn. " he moaned again as Hank had attempted to deepthroat the massive green orc cock. "Get up here, straddle the bench and bend over." He ordered. Hank obeyed the larger orc, and once he had done what was ordered of him, the orc got behind him and rubbing his fat footlong up through Hank's hairy crack.

Clutching something in his massive hand, Rok leaned forward, making it seem he was rubbing Hank's back and arms, but after a sudden clicking noise, Hank jumped, as he felt something cold and metallic around his wrists. He had been handcuffed!

"Hey man, what the hell?" Hank halfheartedly protested.

Rok said nothing; instead he grabbed Hank's thighs and pushed them apart, before burying his face between Hank's ass cheeks and licking at his tight hole with his powerful tongue.

Hank let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his hole was assaulted by the orc's slick tongue. It traveled in circles around his hole, pushing its way in and out and licking the entire hairy area around it, making sure it was covered with a nice layer of orc-spit.

If Hank was hard while sucking his orc buddy off, it was nothing compared to how hard he was now. He needed to cum so badly he could almost taste it, and luckyfor him the orc wasn't done with his privates yet.

With the effort it would take someone to lift a feather, Hank found himself upside down being held by his legs. When his body left the bench, he was laid back down on his back, and Rok was standing directly over him. Hank had a perfect view of his hairless, jade-green ass before Roc sat down, squarely on Hank's face, burying him between the two green muscular mounds.

Hank could hardly breathe at first, but when Rok leaned forward a bit to begin shoving his thick fingers in Hank's ass, his nose met with the air and he inhaled deeply, taking in, as well, the sweaty musky scent of Rok's ass. The pressure on his face was heavy; he couldn't move at all. Even if he weren't handcuffed, now with his arms above his head, he could do nothing to stop this massive orc from taking all the 'payment' he wanted.

"Work my ass with your tongue boy; yea, thaaaaaats it, eat my green hole out like the little human slut you are." He gloated, enjoying the level of control he had over Hank. With just one of his sausage-sized fingers inserted into Hank's hole, he had Hank groaning into his ass with pleasure.

With a full body spasm, Hank gave a muffled groan; even as his tongue licked and probed the orc's tight hole, he fired a heavy and thick load into his jock.

While basking in the afterglow of his intense orgasm, Hank hardly noticed as Rok stood up and peeled him of his cum-soaked jock. Taking care to wipe up all the cum the jock had not caught; Rok balled the strap up and stuffed the whole thing into Hank's mouth. Hank could taste his own salty-bitter seed. "Don't you dare spit that out." He was ordered

His world then was turned upside down. Rok had lifted and flipped him over again, standing him once again, bent over the bench. The jock was pulled out of his mouth and replaced with Rok's throbbing cock. Rok thrust it in and out, getting it lubed up again, for what was to come.

When he was satisfied, he pulled out his cock and stuffed the jock back in. For good measure, he took his own musky jock and stuffed that in as well.

Walking around the bench and approaching hank from the rear, he spat on Hank's ass a few times before pushing the thick head of his cock against Hank's hole, meeting resistance for only a moment, before pushing through and sinking the half the length in. Hank groaned in pain and gripped the sides of the bench, his breathing was sharp and quick as the pain spread from his stretched asshole.

With a toothy grin Rok drew his cock out so only the tip was planted inside before driving the entire twelve inches deep inside. Hank groaned as the pain began to ebb away, slowly becoming more pleasurable. Rok repeated the motion, again and again slowly working up a good rhythm.

"Uhhhhhhhhh yuhhhhhhhhh." Hank groaned as the pace became more breakneck. His cock was growing hard again from the repeated thrusts against his prostate.

Rok was loving the dominant role he had himself in. He groaned and growled taunts and dirty words in a mishmash of orc and human that Hank could barely understand.

"So fucking good..." He picked out. "Such a slut...you love this fat cock."

Rok was right. Despite the rough treatment, Hank was loving the feeling of being dominated by such a larger more dominant male, so much so, that once again, he came without even touching himself. The colon-crushing force of Rok's throbbing member slamming repeatedly into his ass was overwhelming and he fired his load, once again, spurting thick globs of seed onto the bench beneath him.

Rok was getting close to his orgasm as well, his thrusts were deeper and harder now. His breathing heavy, and with a deep growl that escalated to a roar, his cock pulsed and fired a thick load of cum deep into Hank's ass. It went on for nearly a minute. With every grunt and pulse he would thrust, milking more and more cum into Hank.

With the flood of cum subsiding, he heaved a satisfied sigh and slowly pulled out his cock, releasing the flood once again to run down Hank's balls and pool on the bench below them, mixing with the human seed and making a rather large mess of cum.

Rok gave Hank a friendly slap on the ass before going to his duffel beg and pulling out a cell phone. Dialing a number he put the phone to his ear and waited. After a moment he started talking in Orcish while his other hand played with his cock, stroking it slowly and bringing it back to full hard.

After snapping the phone shut he looked down at Hank. "Can you guess who that was?" He asked, slowly pulling the two jocks from his mouth.

"No." Hank said hoarsely.

"That would be my friend Hurr." Rok gloated, as he began scooping up the mess of seed with the two jocks and stuffing them both back into Hank's mouth. "He's gonna round up the boys and bring 'em over to my place for a party where I've made you the guest of honor." He grinned almost maliciously. "We're gonna party all night long, and we ain't going to stop 'til we drop."

Hank's heart sank slightly from intimidation, but his cock perked up at the thought of what to come. It sounded like his kind of party.