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I shivered from having to wait out in the dark, in the cold, in this shanty neighborhood with the silhouette of neighbors peering through their windows. My stomach was churning. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears making my head throb.

Thump thump thump thump...

It took me a second to register it was the sounds of a body descending stairs to the door. The worn knob turned, the door loudly creaked open, and then there he was standing before me.

You know I'm not stupid.

Confused, sure, but I knew well enough what to expect. I've been talking to him for so long. The past few months I'd come home from school and he'd be online waiting, reading all of my trivial problems I'd instant message. How I wasn't able to connect with my girlfriend, I'd linger in the men's locker room, even my unusual fascination with pro-wrestling. He never judged He said he knew exactly what I was going through. He said he could help. My heart leapt to my throat when he suggested we meet up.

I knew what he wanted and deep down think I did too; a chance to experiment. He said I could trust him completely and after these months of talking to him I was sure he was telling the truth.

When you meet people online in real life, they always use pictures that paint them in the best light, or from their younger days. If there's a picture of them wearing a hat it's because they're bald, or if they're in baggy cloths it's because they're too fat. There's always that air of deceit. This was not one of those cases.

Tall.

Imposing.

Beefy.

An orc.

I was too unnerved by his sheer brawn to be upset at his pungent, aromatic think, making my nose wrinkle. His impressive frame was as burley as much as his face looked brutish. A broad square stubble riddled jaw, pointed tusks, ears; I could tell he'd shaved his head sometime in the past couple days.

Black beady eyes looked me over fiercely under his heavily furrowed brow. Thick slabs of muscle packed his hairy emerald arms, and made his chest look globular with well padded pectorals. He wore what was surely once a white wife beater; it was now yellow from bodily filth and stained with what could've been blood... or ketchup, my mind was lingering too much for its own damn good. The green man wore no pants so his thick tree trunk thighs were exposed. His loins were barely clad in a crumpled, dirty set of boxers which wrapped around his bulky waist. I couldn't get over his sheer size. Even the beer can in his giant hand looked diminutive. Raising it, raising his hairy cave armpit to gulp I was given a face full of his rank underarm stink.

"Hey?" I said with a weak sounding voice. "Glugmaster33... right?"

My first instinct told me to leave. I wanted to vomit from nerves but I just swallowed calmly and the butterflies in my stomach swarmed angrily. He was looking so stern I almost thought he was angry but his wide tusked mouth turned to a self-satisfied grin, and there was an audible scoff.

"I think we're past that stage kid." The orc said. There was a baritone, Slavic roll to his voice. My knees felt like rubber. "Name's Hoss an if yer serious about this yer welcome ta c'mon in."

He sounded firm and I recalled how he mentioned people setting something like this up before and chickening out. Truth be told running away seemed like a good idea about now, but I stayed. I wasn't chicken, just plenty nervous. At once I nodded and he opened to the door wider for me to pass to the split entry way with a broadening smile. I began on the stairs when something made my heart pause and eyes widen. "Yo, Hoss ya get him in here?"

ANOTHER VOICE?

"The kid here yet?"

TWO?

I felt the heavy presence behind me, blocking the door.

"Yea." Hoss replied back lazily. Shutting the door he sealed off the outside world and firmly planted his heavy palm on my shoulders. He goose stepped me up the split entry stairs.

"Hope ya don't mind." Hoss breathed hotly in my ear. "Got me some friend's who are gonna help me take care of ya tanight." His words sunk in. I almost didn't want to proceed on. This wasn't part of any arrangement but his hand pressed and we both ascended.

Stepping up to the main floor I peered into the living room. The carpet was torn, stained, dirty, empty beer cans strewn about, and joint butts every now and then. The smells of weed hung in the humid air. A mid-sized flat screen airing an old TV show was the only light, the dim hue cast in dark room.

The nature of the unkempt home would have put me off, knowing my rendezvous partner made no preparations what so ever for my arrival. No. Instead my eyes were transfixed on the two large bodies lounging on the small moth eaten couch. Orcs, two more of them.

Stepping around me to hook his heavy arm across my shoulders Hoss pointed to one of them, "That's Pasha."

At the mention of his name Pasha nodded. He was shirtless and his open chest was broad with coarse hair. He was the biggest one which surprised me. In height and girth he surpassed even Hoss. I understood Hoss was in his early thirties. Pasha looked my age. His stomach was a more rounded, but his upper body was absolutely immense. His arms and shoulders were densely packed like a linebacker's and both his fat green nipples had silver studs. His face was more rounded with a chinstrap beard that centered with a longer tuft goatee. A "bro" beaded necklace hung just above his brawny chest. Between his wide round lips he sucked a fat join, puffing it with one hand while the other idly fingered inside his deep bellybutton.

"Weasel." Using the hand he was holding his beer bottle Hoss pointed to the other orc, who looked like he was younger than me, in his late teens.

Weasel was not as built, being the skinniest of the three. Hooked nose, he had long black hair that covered his narrow face. He was hunched over a glass bong that extended to the ground. His hand reaching down to flicker out a light to a packed bowl, I saw him press his lips to the top and the sucking sound of water curdling came. The clear glass filled with smoke as he took his hit. Wearing a black t-shirt and ragged jeans his bare feet cupped around the base of the bong, his legs straddling it. His toes curled and flexed out as the fume of smoke pulled into his lungs.

Looking up he breathed out the smoke in my direction. Then lazily leaned back fully, draped a hand over the back of the couch, his bare feet spread out into the room.

It seemed like there was a break then where they just stared.

I felt like meat for open show. This was not what I had planned. A moment passed with none of us saying anything. It was tense but that broke when I heard Hoss' voice then. "Alright. I'm gonna make some preparations. You jus make yourself comfortable the guys will treat you right."

"Whoa but..." I started to protest but he was already set.

Around me the orc stepped and left down the hall and unnervingly I stood there unsure of my next move. You could've chiseled away at the silent tension. It was Pasha who then made a head gesture, beckoning me to join them, between the two on the couch. My heart fluttered and timidly I moved. Trying to remain composed I offered a smile to them, but none was returned.

The lumpy couch wasn't the most comfortable and there was barely room between the two to sit down. Uncomfortably I squeezed in; shoulder to shoulder against both orcs and turning towards the older TV I stared at it while trying to think of what to say. Finally I was able too "Oh, uh so Pasha." He grunted next to me. "Weasel, are - uhm - those real names?"

No response. The only noise was the laughing track from the sitcom. I felt my face burn from nervousness and I looked down, breathing in their musky frames and feeling their heated bodies next to mine.

Finally I heard it, Weasel spoke next to me. "We making you nervous, kid?"

I blinked at the comment. It was so nonchalant. I felt my face grow red, especially at being called a kid by someone who was, I'm sure, younger than me. "I, uhm, wait - what?"

"Are - we - making - you - nervous?" Weasel sounded as if he were spelling it out, annoyed. "I mean you can leave if it's like you don't want to be here."

Leave? I wasn't a prisoner, a victim of my own bad choices?

I was silent, watching. Leaving may be the best option right now.

"No." I knew if I did I'd regret it. My sexual life was shambles, I had to know.

"Oh, why?" Pasha pulled from his blunt. His voice rolled like Hoss', anther thick Russian accent.

"Because I think I like ... guys."

"So?" Pasha shrugged and pulled his cigar from his lips and batted the excess right over the arm rest. "Go be finding yourself some cock to suck on at the downtown clubs. They'll let pretty boy like you in, no problem."

I gulped, shaking my head. "I don't want that." I saw his face glow orange, showing a crooked eyebrow, from the end of his blunt as he took another pull. "If I did, I'd be doing that right now. No. What I want smells like a guy should, grunts like he ought to sound, and can wrap me in his big arms..." I suddenly faltered, losing my voice as a rush of embarrassment came from my admission.

Weasel snorted while Pasha retained his composure. Impressed or surprised I didn't know. What I did know was the reaction they both gave when I placed each hand on their warm inner thighs.

What was I doing? What am I thinking! I don't know. What I did know was neither tried to stop me. Both their tusked maws turned into wide open grins and Weasel openly spread his legs, mine easing closer to his crotch.

"Shit kid, ya don't seem like pillow biter but ya ain't kidding." Pasha said in a low tone. He started on a quick puff before stopping. "Eh, eh, eh! Where are manners, you ever smoke before?"

He was referring to the weed. I had never done drugs in my life.

"Yes." I responded evenly.

Pasha's round face closed in, and his broad hand in turn came and cupped my groin. I wasn't expecting that. My eyes widened and I jumped up tensely. His lecherous grin broadened. With his tusks he almost looked menacing. "Liar...."

I blinked feeling warmth on my hand. Weasel cupped the back of my wrist that now rested on his groin. His fingers slipped atop mine he helped me knead his package, humping up into it and soon I felt it heating up, his bulge becoming prominent. From behind I felt Weasel grab at my other arm. Taking it away from Pasha's lap, it was drawn behind my back.

"What - what are you doing?" I said trying to turn around in my seat.

On either side of me both orcs closed in. Pulling at my arms I felt Weasel's grip was stronger than I expected. He pulled at my arms, turning me towards Boar. The heavier orc leaned towards me, his hot balmy palm pressed at the side of my face. Sucking on his joint, I watched the end glow hot. Then slowly he drew in and breathed the weighty smoke in my face. My throat burned, coughing and he licked his lips hungrily.

"Breath in next time." Weasel encouraged from behind.

Again he puffed at the end before drawing in. This time his front slide up closer to mine. His muscled chest close Pasha sucked deeply at his light. Then plucking it away his fat sloppy lips pressed against mine.

A kiss? I wasn't sure. He exhaled and I took it all in. My mind flooded and my heart pounded. His mouth was hot and wet against mine. This time it stayed. My lungs fully inflated, several seconds passed before I breathed out threw my nose.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to feel anything. That was, until it hit me like a ton of bricks. My mind's eye opened up. I instantly felt lighter, the sounds from the TV were sounding soothing.

My jaw slackened and at once our kiss was deep. With no efforts to hold anything back, our lips opened up and a fat slug tongue rolled drooled into my mouth. With how hard he pressed those boney tusks, it hurt the sides of my jaw. I opened my mouth to try and comment but words failed as the sluggish tongue suppressed mine. I tasted the mixture of beer and raunchy dribble as it dominated my mouth. It slithered around it. I could feel my mouth easily fill up with his goo. A light whimper and I swallowed it down, hating and loving the texture. Pasha was in no rush. Taking his time, spreading his flowing saliva, my eyes fluttered as I responded trying push his tongue out with mine. I didn't want to drink anymore down again, like warm syrup. It was futile though. He growled deeply and my eyes became hot as I relented again and swallowed the muck. Our oral muscles made luxurious love; it was like this for 3 more gulps.

My first kiss.

So enamored with it I didn't notice and nearly jumped when Weasel made his move, easing his chest against my back and sliding his rather large hands up inside my shirt. I jolted as his hot hands touched my bare skin, cupping my armpits, and then easing around my front.

"You're ours now." He muttered drawing his face behind, right next to my ear. It sounded foreboding, almost menacingly. Weasel's young hands seemed to know a life of experience, playing with my nipples, kneaded around them, tugging and flicking. Probing, pinching, and rolling my nubs and flesh I heard him mutter "In time you'll openly press them tits out for us," before sliding his own tongue in and around my ear canal.

A second set of steamy hands rubbed on my bare skin. Pasha wasn't one to not have his fun either. Easing up under my shirt his bigger mitts felt along my stomach. My skin was softer than his and he took his time rubbing at my chest. Both took special attention to my chest. One would take his time, when he'd back off the other draped-in anew. Pasha eventually stopped his hands moving down to undo the button and zipper to my pants. I was finally able to turn my head, mouth wrenching free.

"Hold off," I straightened up suddenly unprepared as my zipper sank and Pasha's fat finger sank into my fly. Weasel suddenly reclaimed a hold of my wrists. Pulling them back, stronger, behind my back I was left unable to physically stop them.

They were superior in strength, and together the predators trapped their little lamb between them. This was all happening too fast. Everything was getting intense. It felt like the pull of earth's gravity was pulling me, sinking me further into the couch, further in to these fiend's clutches.

A light flashed in the room. Did weed make you hallucinate? Pasha's sloppy mouth licked along my chin. The room started turning. My heart was pounding and it all fed a hot sensation that began behind my eyes. My eyes burned. Pasha's heavy hand sank into my groin, pulling back my briefs, and collecting my shaft he squeezed it fully in his palm.

Pasha was diligent and unrelenting. "Hold off-." Another flash. His kiss engulfed my lips again, ceasing my protests, breathing more weed smoke into my lungs. A perverse sensation ran down my spine as I felt him assault ensnare my erect pink cock. He was able to fully shelter my maleness in his well padded green mitt, and easing it up he let it slide out in the open air. Another flash. I tried saying something amidst the kiss, but Pasha patted my cheek with his free hand.

"Shaddup." Pasha muttered easing off. He sensually and openly masturbated me, eliciting wicked pleasures. Fat sausage fingers squeezed my tip with the finger tips from one hand, his other stroking down my shaft and back up.

Gripping at my hips Weasel pulled me back. Guiding me, I slid onto his lap. With my pants, and briefs sagging half way down my thighs I could feel Weasel's tenting loins pressed to bare bottom. Rolling his hips he caused mine to sway as well.

All three of us were breathing heavily. I could feel my skin become hot, sweaty.

I was shaking, but not fighting the two though Weasel never let his guard down, keeping his arms around me. His sloppy tongue still loudly, wetly slurping at my ear and side of my face, sensing I had calmed relaxed his grasp and dropped a hand to join Pasha's at my loins. His longer dexterous fingers found my sack, lifting it out of the denim and cloth confines. He rolled them between his fingers. Those crude touches, being so lascivious and wrong. I squeaked and let out an involuntarily gush of pre-fluids which Pasha hastily collected and licked from his fingers. My flesh quivered at new the attention and I couldn't stop myself, finally moaning out.

We all immediately heard Hoss' deep voice. "Looks like you started on the pig without me."

I was on my way to a hot fast orgasm when both stopped.

My moan died in my throat and eyes widening fast I looked at the orc whose thick frame was leaning an elbow against the wall across from us. In one hand was a digital camera. He took a final swig from his beer bottle and cast it aside. "Lets take em to the bedroom?" He growled lustfully and messaged at the outline of a long and thick cock from within his briefs.

Crap this was really happening.

If I could've just told them to slow down I would have, but was never given the chance. The two orcs seemed more eager than me and at once their hands were grabbing me, tugging me up from the couch.

I had never smoked before. I felt practically delirious. The instant I was on my feet my legs bucked, I sagged down. Then it was like I was floating, floating towards Hoss across the room. The delayed realization hit me that I actually was.

"Hey!" I yelped, my eyes crossing at the three grinning beasts.

Pasha in a show of his immense strength had easily lifted me up under the knees while he grappled at my shoulders and was walking me in the pointed direction. My eyes widened as the side of my face was planted to his broad shoulder. Gently cradled I heard Weasel snicker and saw Hoss smirk in passing as Pasha walked by, taking me with him down the dark hall and into the bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't in any better shape than the living room. Despite seeing a closet and dresser, several days worth of clothes in the room were discarded in various piles. There was a king size bed, but its sheets and pillows looked unkempt.

Easing my face to his Boar puffed on his joint and blew one more time directly at me before dumping me onto the squeaky mattress. I yelped as I fell, the sensation rushing like I'd toppled over a cliff. The mattress squeaked as it caught me though and rolling on my back I looked up I saw the three predators surround the best. They were spinning around me. Each with faces dark gloating faces that did nothing to hide their open predatory lusts. With sly glances between them three green titans seemed to relish in this moment.

No escape. They had me.

I partially rolled up seeing their giant gorilla suddenly lunge at me. At the same time my shirt was pulled over my head by Weasel, Hoss undid the laces of my shoes, taking them off and unpeeling my socks. He smelled each one deeply, stuffing them into his maw to devour the scents before discarding them. While Pasha went for my pants, hooking his fingers into them and my briefs at once they slipped down my waist, thighs and legs. I was husked like an ear of corn until I was naked and completely defenseless.

Each caressed my bare skin before pulling back as if to admire their catch. Between them I could hear their mutterings. Hoss looked at his two companions as he spoke. The Slavic twanged accent rolling off his deep throated tongue. The other two snickered as they too began to disrobe. Weasel and Pasha at my sides, Hoss before me they flung their clothes to the side, and all three of their green, hairy bodies became just as exposed as mine.

Jutting from all of their loins, fat uncut members hung in various stages of arousal. Weasel on my left, his cock was long, curved upwards like a green banana. It had to be the longest. His glands were like mine, cut with a distinct purple helmet shaped tip.

On my right Pasha's was the fattest. Not as long, it was probably only a solid 6" but very thick. It hung from its girth. Uncut the excess skin completely covered his mushroom looking tip.

Before me Hoss's member looked like a combination of both. Fat, long, uncut his foreskin barely contained his egg sized glands. It sprouted up above his low, fat, hairy sack.

I was amazed to see all three of them leaking their juices. Copious amount of their clear dick sauce dripped in long runny lines to the ground.

I saw Hoss nod at the two, Pasha and Weasel working then, taking the digital camera and setting up a tripod, while Hoss advanced. The bed squeaked loudly in protest to the added weight as he kneeled at the foot of the mattress and crawled towards me.

Laying back my thighs were clenched shut and I scooted back as he drew near. I whimpered, trapped as his hulking frame drew itself entirely over mine.

There was no buffer. I could feel his body's heat radiate. Sweat bits dropped onto me. Legs pressed on top of mine Hoss lowered as if descending from a push-up onto me.

Trapped as I was I couldn't move as the brute moved his heavy solid, sweaty skin against mine. I could feel his cock tip drag over my thighs. He grunted like a beast. Bearing down his chest and stomach rubbed along my own, sinking us down to the mattress. Hands propping on either side of my head he brought his maw close to mine.

I gulped. "What are they doing?"

I could feel Hoss rumble above him. His thick fleshy chest, course with sweaty bristly hair lowered and dragged over mine in a deep set dry hump. "You're too damn sexy piglet, to let this moment pass without having fond memories to keep."

I didn't respond. From the corner of my eyes I could see Weasel and Pasha come back to either side of the bed. Their presence cocooned me. Their sweat and grime, and lusts. Then in a move Hoss' mouth was against mine.

I didn't kiss back but his tongue just as easily ran past my lips, into my gums. He seemed to take his leisure, covering my lips in his copious sticky saliva. A rumble rolled from his throat, it sounded gentle. My teeth parted, our tongues met. His lingered in mine but when I tried to push my own, Hoss' powerful maw eagerly clamped upon it, lips sealing around and suckled tenderly.

"Grrrnnngghhhh," Hoss growled in a guttural fashion. His body suddenly tensed and there was heated warmth that suddenly splattered on my thighs.

Our lips parted and Hoss suddenly leaned his powerful frame up. Looking down I expected to see a wad of semen, as if the green beast had climaxed. Blinking though I saw the heavy cock remained very much erect. It bobbed and another clear splattering of pre hit my upper chest and neck this time. I could feel him scoot down to my legs.

"Alright lil pink piggy. Time ta get down ta business."

His hands then grasped at the back of my thighs and lifted them up. Seeing his throbbing cock, as fat as it was and long I suddenly tried to lurch up. "Wait I dunno about doing that!"

At once Pasha and Weasel moved in. Their hands planted around me back down to the bed. Hoss just shook his head and lowered his broad jaw down more.

"Wait!"

"Relax." Hoss murmured. He lifted up my lower half, legs draping on either side of his head, bending at the knee. Pasha and Weasel moved into the picture aid their leader. The two helpful brethren each gripping a leg pulled them back to my chest, forcing them apart. Hoss' face came to my groin where he winked. "Hush, ain't nothing happening you don't want. Just feel."

My cock was right in front of his face and indeed I thought I he was going to suck it. That I'm sure I would've enjoyed. Instead he nuzzled it, before moving down to slurp at my taint. My back was arched up. I was forced to look at Pasha and Weasel's shit-eating grins. The two sets of hands on my, I knew wasn't going anywhere. Their hands rubbed, each using a palm to tenderly knead at my feet, lightly tickling my soles. It was then I felt Hoss' face press up against my ass.

"Oh, shiiiiit."

I felt repulsed and exhilarated at once. His probing fingers dimpling into my ass cheeks, I felt them spread and squish around his face while his nose came in giving long winded inhales and hot blasting exhales. I knew it was going to happen. It was obvious, but my spine still arched and my groan got louder as that long tongue extended out and licked long slimy strokes up and down my cleft.

Nothing could prepare me for it. A thrill went down my spine. That wicked tongue centered on my pucker. Around the muscle, over and over, the tip probed at the ring. Around each pass I clenched, up, afraid. Each hard press though caused my pucker to become sore though. He was working to expertly wear me out. It seemed to work. After a minute I was pitifully trying tense. As if on que Hoss' tongue tip entered into me. There was pain as my muscle tried to fight off the invasion but like a slick worm it wriggled and easily overcame against the clamping pressure.

My eyes rolled to the tops of my head. Those heavy hands were utterly tenderizing my feet. Thumbs pressing into the pads under my toes while fingers grazed and pressed into the sides. I tried to move my legs but Pasha and Weasel all too successfully kept them up. Weasel kneading at my foot pressed his full palm into the sole. Worked his fingers between each of my toes he leaned in to sniff and lick at the sides. Pasha meanwhile outright lifted my other foot to his mouth where he rolled his wide tongue onto the inner most sole arch and lapped at it like a dog.

Hoss evenly worked his tongue in and out of my back door, tongue fucking it. As fast as it was there though I felt the tongue recede and his face pull out from my neither region. Leaning up, Hoss crawled over me causing my backside slide down the built contours of his chest and abdomen, legs hiking up it until I could feel his very erect cock press against my pucker.

Hoss's hands were well planted upon my hips, keeping me firmly against his cock. I could feel his glands cupping tightly to my muscled ring. In a lewd display he began to rock his powerful pelvis, causing my waist to bob in an obscene manner.

He kept it up but spoke. "Ya ready piglet."

I was high, and with Weasel joining Pasha in worshipping my feet I was too delirious to answer. Weasel's own mouth latching onto my toes, adding to everything I was feeling, sliding his tongue between them. Hoss was watching my reaction with intent. He was poised to just take me, but was holding off. It was clear nothing was going to happen without my consent. I knew I was in good hands. I managed to nod. "Slowly... at first please."

"Of course." Hoss nodded solemnly. His gyrating ceased then, and a sudden tensing on my hips I felt him begin to apply pressure on my backdoor. The workings on my feet stopped. Weasel and Pasha watching the show, looking between Hoss and my face, I'm sure wanting to see right when it happened.

Hoss' glands were fat, and they did put serious pressure on my pucker. My guess it was only by the virtue that he had previously well lubricated my entrance and stretched it some with his tongue that it happened with as much ease as it did. A sudden flex, tense, pump and shove and my eyes suddenly widened. My mouth opened wordlessly before them as his cock tip cusped in then, speared into my tight guts.

"OHHHH, piglet ass is feeling good." Hoss snarled as he sunk in. I could see his eyes roll and lips drool from the apparent sensations of bliss. He was surely feeling those tight hot walls clamp on his cock, but while he was in heaven I shot my own head back experiencing the worst type of pain. Weasel and Pasha tried their best to sooth me. Their other hands roamed my frame as their lips descended once more at my feet to plant loving licks over my skin.

It did help. I could feel myself relax better, and Hoss' noble promise, stuck, the brute was taking his time. It was surreal how long his shaft was, continually inching inside me. He paused after it seemed he couldn't go any further, but only wriggled his hips. I could feel his cock shift inside my bowels and he began again, all until his groin and ball sack pressed snug against my rump.

His heated shaft into me I could feel it pulse. Yes it was painful, but staying hilted and steady it gave me a chance to let the pain slowly die a little. A minute would pass though before I began to notice it. Something different. The sensation of being filled, it was encompassing me more, feeling such a piece of flesh buried so deep. Gasping I began to buck my hips on his cock and Hoss chuckled. "Looks like yer gearin up ta actually rump with us big boars, eh piglet?"

With that he moved then. In just a slow a movement his hips eased out, inch after inch, in just a slow a manner as he did entering. However he wasn't halfway out before he returned pace hilting once more. Again he eased out, by pure virtue of rolling his hips and I knew I was being fucked for the very first time.

Hoss thrust in forward then. His heavy mass bearing forward those slick wet loins and groin smacked against me, again and again. Hoss' fat balls slapping my ass, as if I were being spanked and each time I could feel my guts deflate and refill up. The pain which was spread all around my backside seemed to only remain on my ringed muscle, and a weird new sensation spread. Each planting thrust was adding a new jolt of pleasure, like his tip and sinking shaft was punching and grinding against a love button inside me.

The orc's body was wet with sweat, his rank musk multiplied with the stink of raw sex. That fat meaty body suddenly moved then. Bending over me he laid more of his frame on the back of my upper thighs. Drips of his sweat rained from his heavy chest. His raw pectorals swelled, tensing together. It was nearly hypnotic to see such a frame roll and flex into to mine, his intent, angry stare delving into mine. Soon faster thrusts that had him hilted and easing out only a few inches, then he fucked furiously at me and I felt a pressure begin to build. A sudden inhale and my balls began to draw up tensing.

"Ohh shhhhiiiiit... I'm guhhhhhnnnaaahhhh."

Staring into those eyes a wave of euphoria sets in as my throbbing, bouncing shaft began spraying white ropes of seed between our chests. Hoss hilted upon feeling how my internal muscles seemed to tighten up, he ground his hips too groaning. I had never felt such a powerful rush and seeing the orc's fierce gaze suddenly haze over I knew he hadn't as well.

My orgasm died right as the orc's began and in that feeling of calm and lucidity I felt the orc's flexing hips plant against my ass while my insides felt as if they were ballooning out with strange molten warmth. I was being given a direct deposit of rich creamy orc seed, straight from those heavy balls. "HHHNNGGHH!" He groaned throatily. Every sinew of muscle pushed taut against his sweaty skin, and he strained for several long, throbbing moments before Hoss slumped and his heavy naked weight completely engulfed mine. Weasel and Pasha eased my legs around Boar's waist.

For a while it was just like that. I laid back in full missionary with Hoss above. Both of us were panting, exhausted. The brute's ragged, breathing mouth pressed against my ear. Easing back he pressed his lips gently to mine. "Spasibo..." He muttered into the kiss. Leaning up finally the orc looked smug down upon my splayed form. Hoss let a finger trail down my stomach collecting the seed I had shot out. Gooping up a finger glob he suckled it down like the sweetest of nectar. Hoss eased out then, causing me to wince at the feel of the long pull of his orc cock. It had semi plugged up my guts and with the tip slipping free there was sudden leaking warmth between my cheeks.

I felt completely spent and wanted to rest, but as soon as the orc slipped away from the bed Pasha and Weasel came on. Both tired of waiting and ready for more action.

I smiled sheepishly at their faces above. "Could we take a break?"

"Eh?" Hoss raised a brow. He moved while the hungry looking Weasel and Pasha, grasped and helped me sit up on the bed, changing positions. "We're just being getting started tonight, piglet."

I knew otherwise but I still didn't feel I had much of a choice in the matter. Not with how they handled me. Weasel and Pasha looked as if they were completely unwilling to compromise, crawling on the bed on either side of me. I cast Hoss a look of concern. He just leered at the sight, pulled up and out of the way out of the way for his brethren.

Both Pasha and Weasel moved in when the latter pressed Pasha's belly. "Uh-huh lug. Ya got ta go before me last time, and I ain' in love with sloppy thirds if you get me."

Pasha eyes widened at the smaller orc. At once the titan sized muscles that laid within his arms swelled and gripping the other orc he shoved his kin back. "Naw naw, boyo, I'm being next, I practically broke the pig in!"

No one had ever fought over me before. I'd have been flattered had the two not been directly over me. Hoss must have seen the look on my face when he leaned in, gripping Weasel's and Pasha's shoulders. Pulling them back he gestured towards me. "Don't go an be ruining this for piglet." Then looking at Weasel he nodded.

Pasha audibly grumped, folding his arms as Weasel grinned wide. At once the younger orc gripped my shoulders, helping me ease up. Moving onto the bed he took his place laying back with his olive green banana-curve pointing straight up with his hands clamping on my hips. "Time to ride the train pig." Again the sting came from being talked too in such a manner by someone younger than I, but eyeing that member I felt the pangs of lust grow anew. Hastily pulling me over until my thighs spread over his waist. Half kneeling over his loins he pulled me down until I felt his bare tip brush into the depths of my cleft.

Then unceremoniously and without the preparation as before he pulled me down onto it and once more my rectum was spread apart by a fat orc cock. My ass ring offered little resistance. My cum-greased muscle just spread out around the throbbing bare glands and accepted the curvature.

Lowering down onto it, my whole body tensed up. It certainly wasn't as painful as before, having been just taken by a thicker cock. All the same my mind reeled at the sensation of being claimed. Another thick piece of meat spreading my sore ass cheeks and bowels, there was a little pain but more overwhelmingly was the delirious and wonderful mixture of filling perversion. My skin against his, being held, being watched, being forced onto another male's loins, I thought I was spent but again my semi-erect cock once more stood proud.

Huffing below Weasel's eyes, hidden in his dark greasy hair, rolled in bliss; every now and then he half thrust upwards to meet the descent on his shaft. Shuddering from pleasure, and grunting like a feral animal, soon he was pressing his balls to my ass cheeks and loins to my taint. Openly he thrust upwards causing my eyes to open. I bounced on his shaft and coming down he met with another upwards plunge, repeating the motion. Loud wet slapping sounds filled the room. Weasel's fingers gripped my slick rear, slapping it like a buck and I blushed heatedly coming up and down, my own shaft flopping up against my belly. Below the orc moaned low and rich. "Ahhhh yeaa. Oh damn, yeah. What a good pussy on ya."

"He as good as ya making it look like?"

It was Hoss. He had taken the position of sitting against the other side of the bed greedily. His fist was pumping at his jizz and ass-slimed soaked pole. From behind I could sense a hint of frustration in the way Boar growled in return voice.

"Fuck yea." Weasel panted. Tongue openly hanging from his mouth, he lecherously kept his gaze upon my bouncing body. Then with a hard thrust, I came down feeling how his tip bore deep, exploring the deep inner lining of my guys. "This pig's ass is really gobbling down my dick. Taking it all with no problem, and I love how gooey it feels inside with all yer fuck slop, Hoss. You really let loose a huge load. It's like fucking into a hot tight rubber tube of butter."

My blush fiercely increased which Weasel seemed to catch. Almost condescending he huffed. "You're an easy fuck piglet, an one of the best damn asses I've had in a long long while."

Hoss openly snickered. "Opened him up for ya, good, I did."

"Yeh well maybe you should wait next time." Weasel said. His panting voice still ragged with sexual pleasure, he sounded annoyed. "Ya loosened em guts up and now I gotta work extra ta get off. Sorry Boar, but yer gonna wait fer this one."

At once there was a presence behind me. Pasha, unseen had come up and I could feel his heated body touch my bare back. He was growling, gripping his fat hands on my shoulders.

"I ain' waitin on shit any more Weasel. I'm gonna help up solve both our problems."

Scooting on in, I could feel his large hairy belly and chest press up from behind. His blubbery frame easing in, and then I held my breath upon feeling it. His fat uncut cock press against my ass from behind, I suddenly knew what he wanted.

"Wait now, what's ... what are you doing?" I said suddenly. Briefly I turned behind to look at Pasha who fucked at the empty space between my cheeks. The plump tip puckering between my globes, sawing up between them, when I felt his tip press right against my already filled muscle I put the brakes on.

"Stop."

It came out scared and the probing motion suddenly stopped. Weasel eased himself up on his elbows and forearms before pressing up. Sitting up, his chest meeting mine, the orc's palms planted on my front. My thighs shivered around his. I gulped and saw as he shook his head, freeing his hair from his face.

Weasel's nose touched mine and I couldn't help but peer into his yellow eyes. "Piglet, it's time to calm down and take our dicking." I felt utterly humiliated. His voice was commanding.

"I jus don't think - "

"You only need to be thinking about how good it'll feel." Weasel went on further, evenly. He flexed his hips, churning his dick in my guts. "We are going to turn your ass into a well-bred, oozing pussy. Because that's exactly what you know you want."

I couldn't speak. It was too damn lewd to even respond too.

I was silent while I thought. Pasha was breathing hard behind me. "I don't want it to hurt."

Weasel suddenly came in and pressed his lips to mine before easing back. "It'll feel good." Weasel's hips thrust upwards causing a jolt of pleasure to ripple down my own spinet the way his tip hit my internal love button. With a weak smile I nodded and he eased in for another kiss.

The way he did it, soft, sensual I could feel my way into it. I hardly noticed when Weasel laid backwards, taking me with him. My chest pressed bent over his frame. His cock was still buried to the root but now my ass was completely vulnerable. Something Pasha took advantage of, as I felt his tip press along the underside of Weasel's, and press his tip into the already filled entrance of my ass.

I felt Pasha trace his tip some. Edging his glands along the ringed asshole, feeling it gently press into the seam that seemed taut around already embedded jade member. One of Pasha's hands came and held atop my back while his time seemed to line up then.

"Relax an give into me an ya'll do just fine." Boar whispered.

He was a powerful brute. Feeling his plump stomach lean over my exposed rear, his thighs clamping around mine, I could feel them tense up before he drove forward and in a swift move punctured my stretched flesh with his hefty meaty pole.

"Ahhhhhhh!" All three of us moan out in unison. Spearing his flesh along the underside of Weasel's cock, both orcs shuddered at the undersides of their members sliding along one another's. My ass took both, and while surely they enjoyed with great pleasure the tightness and heat my bowels provided I felt like wanting to wretch in agony.

Both orcs rubbed their mitts across my frame reassuringly while Pasha fully impaled himself. When his loins meet my rear his ample belly sat atop my lower back. I was surrounded by panting sweating green skin.

It was everything I wanted and spent lonely nights jacking off, thinking about but actually experiencing it... I was gritting my teeth at the feel of my flesh wanting to rip while a few silent tears leaked down my cheek.

"Don't ya jus have at boys. Looks like the he's gonna need a breather." Hoss said. His voice sounded like a warning to the two.

From behind Pasha groaned snorted and gently nuzzled his tusked maw against the back of my head. "Course we're gonna wait. Piglet's gonna take as long as he needs... but nnghh damn if he ain't handlin this like a pro already."

Weasel lapped at my face all the while. I could feel him take his time licking at my cheeks, clearing my tears. It all did help. Their calm and unyielding patients lasted for the time it took for me to finally calm. Like taking Hoss' meat it was still painful, but soon I felt the budding hints of arousal come back.

Several seconds passed.

Pasha's hand came and rubbed between my shoulders, drawing down my back.

I nodded.

Weasel held me tight and was the first to pick up. Thrusting his hips upwards I could feel his shaft saw into my guts, sliding alongside the second. Together the three of us rocked, my ass tightly clamping on those heft sausages. Pasha's chubby body behind, he moaned deeply "Nnnghh... ohhh, love yer slippery chute, piglet." Pasha gently rubbing my sides, was breathing excitedly an too ground, and pressed his hips into my receptive body.

I began to savor the sheer feel of it, taking in each thick inch. I felt utterly full, and there was a burning pain my own shaft had regained its full erect state, and squirming I started buck back into the two.

Weasel was the first to reach his crescendo. Passionately holding around my back, kissing deeply his rhythmically sloppy thrusts increased dramatically. Warm ropes of drool leaked at the edges of our mouths and finally, fully hilting I felt his shaft begin to throb a steady flow of seed.

Pasha growled with delight. "Oye piglet, feels good, hhhnnghh, here comes sloppy thirds!" The sounds of his wet slapping thrusts continued on. He wasn't far behind.

***

The stale air seemed to hang low. Raw, utterly filled with male pheromones and gay sex, I practically felt like I'd woken up in a wet sauna. My entire body was covered in sweat I could feel the sheets under me were soaked in it. Snoring softly Hoss was sound asleep, his giant body spooning behind mine. My eyes felt too bleary to see. I could feel my head laying on his built bicep, while his other arm draped against my chest. His shovel sized mitt clinging me to his body like a child would a stuffed animal. His giant feet cocooned around mine, the squishy soles slide every moment or so protectively. Worse was his half-erect shaft was embedded within my guts. My ass had a dull ache. Nothing like the pain of being first entered. No, it was like after having full workout at the gym. My well used muscle was exhausted, and sore. All the same I couldn't deny how great it was that my guts felt full.

Weasel, Pasha, and even Hoss behind me, those wonderful fiends had used me a couple times each. I don't remember when I blacked out. So not to move too much, I carefully eased my hand up I rubbed the haze from my eyes. It was still dark out. There was no sign of the others two.

Were they gone? Could I slip out? I openly wondered.

I scooted forwards. Silently biting my tongue I grabbed onto Hoss' wrist and lifted it up. Of course attempting to ease free didn't work. The instant I stirred Hoss loudly gave a wet snort, then reflexively pulled me back. My body was once more again flush to his larger frame. His nose pressed to the back of my head, snoring louder behind my ear I sighed softly resigning to my situation.

I tried falling back asleep. I couldn't. There was a build up in my bladder.

"Shit." I muttered. Hoss had allowed me a few glasses of water some time in the night. It was coming back now. Where was I going to go?

Suddenly, just outside in the hall I heard a toilet flush. Flowing water, then the sounds of a door opening; it was too dark to see but coming around to my side of the bed I soon registered Pasha's round body, silhouetted in the dark.

I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Kneeling down at the side of the bed I could sense he was intently looking at me. Then I felt the heavy layered palm, clammy and hot rub the side of my face. "You do snore little piglet, I am knowing you are awake." The orc murmured.

"I need to take a leak." I mumbled feebly. I felt utterly embarrassed, like I was a child asking for permission.

Pasha lowered further, drawing in. "Poor piglet trapped by big ole boar, needs relief? I ams knowing how to help then."

I could sense he found the situation amusing. Patting my cheek, his hand lifted to my arm and stroked down my body. "Is okay, being our piglet means us boars needs to be taking care of you, eh?" With that his unyielding grip took a hold of my cock.

I had to work on suppressing a whimper. I needed to go bad. What was he doing?

With a dark chortle he drew down to my loins and leaned in. Hot breath washed my vulnerable package.

No, god no, Pasha please...

Oozing in his face Pasha nuzzled my shaft before his gentle lips kissed at my tip. I felt his tongue swirl around before they sank down, his mouth easily engulfing my flaccid shaft. His cheeks pulled in around my shaft's sides. His hand rubbing finger tips into my lower abdomen. The perverse orc letting me know it was okay.

I couldn't deny it felt great. My body was shaking against Hoss as the tight pressure in my bladed suddenly started to release. I felt the first of it flow out, then a stronger stream into tonguing mouth.

Pasha for his part seemed to make a approving growl. His wide tongue wrapped at my member seeming to enjoy the juices that flowed and bathed his gullet. My tip flared. He gulped it all down. Below my toes curled. "Uuhhhhg..." I weakly moaned.

When it finally ebbed away Pasha's snout bumped into my loins. Both his hands rubbed from my inner thigh to my belly. Pulling back to my tip he slipped down again kissing my groin.

My ass held snug to the embedded shaft. Shuddering, I could feel as it started to harden, and grow, slowly spearing back into my body. Hoss had stopped snoring. His hand that had been gripping my chest hard eased up so his forearm laid over my frame, his fingers crawling up my chin slipped into my mouth. I knew what they were seeing and accepting them, I suckling softly.

Hoss started to buck into me, plowing my well used guts yet again. While Pasha's hand slipped between my thighs, fingering into my cleft. It felt utterly depraved as his fingers slide along the shaft as it pulled and sank, those fingers too turning in to squeeze past my muscle, feeling inside my body.

"Ohhh, yeah. Be full with mah seed again." Hoss mumbled. "Gonna wake up like this every night from now on. We's never gonna let you go piglet." His soles flexed, planting harder and rubbing back and forth against mine.

"NNnhhhg... guys..." I muttered weakly. My shaft fattened up in Pasha's mouth.

There was no fight to be had. I'd surrendered my body long ago. Pasha sucked down the greedy bastard he was. My hips flexed, I knew it wouldn't be over anytime soon.

I'd gotten what I wanted. I had figured out all the confusing feelings that had been plaguing me for so long. Sniveling that hot ravaging, drooling mouth was going to suck out another orgasm soon. When Hoss' lips came and wrapped around my earlobe, his tongue squelching into my ear, I now only had to decide if finding myself was a good thing.