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"Vend-an-Orc"

"Awww yeah! Nnnnh!" Jastor cried out as he rode hard and deep into Go'el, his partner and former orc shaman. Their hips slammed together so hard that the slapping of their bare skin about drowned out the crashing and banging of the bed as it hit the wall again and again, filling the room with loud metal rings. Go'el whimpered, burying his face into his arm as he brought his hips back, letting the goblin fuck him so hard that he couldn't tell if he was bleeding or leaking from his ass. A warm liquid drained and dribbled down his balls and onto the bed as the fat orc--or goblin enjoyed another heavy round as the goblin clawed at his back and his hips relentlessly.

Thrall had changed much since his departure from the Horde, he changed on a daily basis even without a regular intake of Jastor Gallywix's concoction that started the change. His belly fat rolled as he swung forward and back again, the rattling bed scooting occasionally on the floor adding the occasional squeak to the sound effects already filling the room. He knew that Jastor's servants and assistants, and several dozen goblins listened at the door for this, which happened multiple times a day, or whenever the goblin trade king was in the mood for a romp. He didn't care, he just enjoyed being used so heavily. He felt his stomach drag along the wet spots under them where he'd already cum two or three times. The cold, wetness only got him hard again as Jastor's hands anchored themselves onto his hips and he lunged in again.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Both of them cried out at once, each of them sending a volley wherever it would go. Most of Jastor's cum spewed into Go'el's hole, adding a heft to the flood already sloshing around inside of him, while the orc fired hard into the sheets that had twined their way around his shaft.

Finally spent, Jastor pulled himself from Go'el and sat lazily to the side panting as his mate turned over and casually began to clean the goblin's leavings with his tongue. "F-fuck, Go'el you really made me bust a nut there, you're gettin' good at that."

"Maybe I could get some wine as a desert?" Go'el asked, his finger and thumb squeezing at the goblin's cock so he could rub the remaining beads of his last load all over his green head. "I've been good haven't I?"

"Is that all I mean to ya?" Jastor raised an eyebrow. "Just a way to get your juices and my juices at the same time."

Go'el tucked his feeble cock between his thighs as he rolled over, his chin sagged a bit and he smiled at the goblin. "Precisely." He said confidently.

Jastor smirked. "Ya got more and more goblin in ya every day. I can't even recognize the hideous orc that used to lay in my bed with his face in my ass."

"I still put my face in your ass." Go'el said.

"But it's different now. Now I kinda like it." He grunted as he leaned over the side of the bed, Go'el watching the goblin's fat cock flopping idly as he grabbed something from beside it and picked up a small bottle and a glass. "Alright, I guess you earned this."

Immediately seeing what it was, Go'el tried to seize the bottle but instead got handed the glass. "Eh-eh-eh!" Jastor teased, waving a finger at the former orc. "You gotta savor the flavor." He said, uncorking the bottle and pouring a bit into the glass that Go'el held. "So, Go'el. I gotta proposition for ya." He said as he turned the bottle back and watched the orc down the drink in one slam. He chuckled and filled the glass again. "So, I got'n idea for a way to make us both a lotta money. See?" Once again, the glass was emptied and he refilled it. Go'el was already looking a little tipsy and he leaned on the bed resting on his elbow.

"Count me intrigued." Go'el said, a little bit of that goblin accent coming through as his expression turned into a wide grin. "Go on. You know how much making money gets a goblin hot."

"Heh." Jastor snorted a bit. "Well, it'll involve your two most accommodatin' holes if that'll interest you more."

"Keep talking."

"The plan is to set you up in a machine that'll take money for a bit of fun with ya." He explained. "Coins go in on one side or another, and whoever's buying gets to have their way with your face or your ass. That sound like somethin' you'd like?"

"If it makes us money, then hell yes." Go'el grinned greedily. "But we've got to make it count, say for a gold coin they get ten minutes, for a silver they get three, and for a copper they get fifteen seconds."

Jastor smirked. "I like your way of thinkin'." He said. "Truth is I've been working with our engineers the last few days on building a machine that'll work nicely. I'm calling it the TnA-1500 series."

"What's that stand for?" Go'el asked, scratching his head and almost forgetting to down his wine.

"Tusks'n'Ass of course!" He cackled in response.

After their breakfast of mostly Go'el's wine drinking, the two of them clambered some clothes together. Jastor wearing his typical suit and tophat, while Go'el pulled on a thick red velvet button up shirt which he left the buttons unfastened, his arms stretched the fabric of the short sleeve, while he pulled on a pair of black shorts that were almost elastic themselves. The waistband had been let out to encompass the entirety of his gut, though bits of it still sagged over. Both his shirt and his shorts were lined with gold trim woven into the fabric along the sleeves and collar of his shirt as well as pinstriped along both sides of his shorts. He didn't bother with any shoes today, it wasn't like he was going far.

As the two of them came down toward the docks, a strange device surrounded on all four sides by wooden crate parts signified it was getting ready for shipment. For the most part, the machine was a gunmetal grey, but there was a bright red trim along each corner, even a few rather prominent stickers and drawings that lined the surface, giving it a rather tacky look that only a goblin could truly appreciate; slathered with phrases like 'Cum Dump' and 'Slut Hole' Go'el couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle as they approached. Two side windows on one end or another about three fourths of the way to the ground were circular in shape, though second little slots were square or round and provided a view straight through a small bubble. The orc figured that must be where the "pilot" sat in a reclined forward position as one of the windows was slightly higher than the other, the wide stance of the seat showed exactly which end faced which direction.

"There ya have it. The TnA will travel to some of the slummiest, loneliest ports in all of Azeroth, ending with the legendary Booty Bay. How you like that?"

"You've been planning this for some time, have you?"

"'course. Goblins always think with their profit margins, you should know that by now." Jastor grinned. "Go on, climb inside it. Ay Petey, Go'el's gettin in. Activate the ejector button."

With a loud pop, the compartment swung open from the outside, revealing the reclined seat. Go'el started for it but Jastor stopped him. "You gonna climb in there dressed?" He asked.

The orc nodded silently and pulled his shirt off and then stepped out of his shorts, nearly stumbling onto the deck as he did so. He climbed into place and then felt the walls snap shut around him.

"Aw'right he's in. Who wants to do a quick test? Anyone? Petey! How 'bout you?"

Petey was one of the shorter goblins, but he walked past the front panel before Go'el's face at a good height. He pulled a small crate into place and stepped up as he slipped his thick, green cock out. Go'el felt nervous even though he had been in this situation before. He couldn't move his head very well and he definitely couldn't move back and forth, his large ass was pressed firmly against the back window and his face was pressed to the front with his mouth around the mouthpiece in the glass.

"Here goes." Petey said as he reached up and slid a silver coin in the slot.

"Con--gratulations! You've awarded yourself to a mouth fuck!" Jastor's voice wasn't hard to recognize. "Ya got three minutes, ya panzy, let's see what you got."

The door slipped open and Petey's cock slid into Go'el's mouth. He cringed, it almost tasted like a cigar butt, but he wanted to admit that he needed to be ready for anything to come through that hole. Wrapping his tongue around it he suctioned the cock into place and began to tug back on it, letting the balls fall in some. His mouth watered immediately and he began to slurp away at the shaft as Petey uncontrollably flopped against the machine. The counter on the clock was reading two minutes and twenty seconds already, he knew if he didn't pull out before the clock hit zero it would be a very uncomfortable and possibly dismembering pinch. Go'el growled and swallowed as much of the shaft as he could without sucking it completely in and getting it stuck. He felt a dribble of precum draining down his tongue, aside from Jastor, most goblin cum tasted a lot more like motor oil than actual cum he winced and closed his eyes as he continued.

With less than twenty seconds on the clock, Petey finally cried out and suddenly fired several thick loads into Go'el's mouth, pulling himself free at the last few moments his cum shot into the orc's face and he groaned in pleasure, enjoying it. Suddenly, the vent snapped shut and Petey fell off his box reacting to it. Everyone laughed as he scrambled back to his feet and tucked himself back into his trousers.

The orc was still licking the jizz off his chops as Jastor approached with a grin on his face. "Ya good to travel, Go'el? We're gonna make it a first class trip."

Go'el adjusted his shoulders some. Tight spaces never really bothered him, he half expected this from his partner and he grinned. "With all this room? I guess I'll have to make due."

"Atta boy! Alright! Crate him up!" He shouted to the crew who rushed in and snapped the crate closed around him. He was ready for this.

The port in Tanaris was Go'el's first stop on his leave. He could tell when the seas rocked him back and forth about how deep they were, after three days he was feeling pretty ripe when the box was opened for the first time, revealing his green bare ass to a cool night breeze. The goblins who attended him opened the port and first filled the mechanism with a strong cleaning solvent and water, draining it, the orc felt a lot fresher and the cool air coming in from the night made him feel a lot colder until he dried off at last. Their first night started off slow, but an older human approached the machine and examined it a good two or three minutes before slipping a copper into the front loader.

"Ohhhh yes!" He cried out as he shoved his cock into Go'el's mouth. The orc grunted and tightened his grip around the shaft, grinning a bit as he watched the human buck against the glass. "Oh his mouth is like silk! UNNNGH!" He cried out, putting his hands onto the glass as he humped the orc's maw.

"You're gonna want to put another coin in there if you don't want a dismembership." One of the goblins teased as the fifteen second timer wound down to six seconds.

Panicking, the human grabbed a gold coin from his pocket and shoved it into the slot, bringing the timer up to ten minutes and three seconds. "AAAH! GAD!" Suddenly an explosion shot down Go'el's throat as the man came, likely due to the panic of the moment. He shivered and humped against the orc's mouth, filling his jaw and making him drink from it. "I-I came? Hey now, I want my money back!"

"Sorry pal, no refunds." Petey said coming out from behind the machine and punching his palm with his fist. "Unless you'd like that dismember after all?"

Surrendering by putting his hands up he tried to pull away. Go'el teased the man, clamping his mouth tighter around the cock and refusing to let go.

"Hey! Unhand me!" He exclaimed.

"He ain't got a hand on you buddy." One of the other goblins teased.

"How much?" Go'el could hear a rugged sounding voice behind him, but couldn't quite see who it was.

"Bronze coin for fifteen seconds, Silver for three minutes, and a Gold coin for ten."

"I'll take the ten minutes."

Meanwhile in front of him, a line had gathered to try and take advantage of the nine minutes remaining on Go'el's mouth, but the port snapped shut. "Sorry folks, one timer per customer. You want in, you're gonna have to pay more.

Go'el looked over his shoulder as the port to his ass opened up, the figure was hidden well in a cloak, but the beard and tone of his skin gave him away. "Velen?" He asked in shock as the draenei began to run his fingers along the orc's fat, used ass. "Wha--"

The port clicked open to his mouth and a massive tauren cock forced its way into Go'el's mouth. The orc gagged at the unexpected invasion but enjoyed how their precum tasted sweet and it was already filling his tongue even though it was just now getting hard. "MMmPH!" He grunted as he felt Velen's fingers push into his ass, spreading apart the ring. If only the tauren knew who was standing just out of sight on the other side of the machine, maybe things wouldn't be so mutual. He cringed and felt the draenei run his tongue along his hole, then he felt the warm tip of his cock pushing against it a moment later. It was slick from his spit and popped in almost easily, the old man was incredibly endowed and Go'el gagged and roared from the thick entry at both ends. He looked out into the crowd, quite a line had gathered for this new ride. All of them brandishing gold and silver coins. The tauren let out a low grunt and came into Go'el's throat as well, further filling his stomach with a generous helping of bull seed.

Velen had taken the opportunity to come around to the front, had ten minutes really passed already? Time just seemed to move so differently when he was like this. "It is time to purify myself upon your slutty body." The old man said, pressing his almost pinkened cock into the orc's mouth. He felt the man's tendrils that unraveled from his nether region clamp onto his face, he'd only paid an additional silver coin for this one and as he reached his climax, Velen gave out a satisfied groan before covering the innards of Go'el's mouth with his semen. A strange, velvety textured seed filled the orc's mouth and drained out the sides of his lips before the man chuckled and slowly extracted himself. "I will have to do this again sometime."

The same thing happened for weeks, the same huge crowds, at the Darkmoon Faire, in Ratchet, even outside of Grom'gol. His ass was open to everyone on either faction, and Go'el reveled in being used so thoroughly. It wasn't until Booty Bay that things got really interesting, during a low point one night, a large fist punched the glass protecting Go'el from the night air and he looked up to see Vol'jin glaring down at him. The angry troll's shoulders rose and fell with his extremely irritated deep breaths.

"'ow much?" He asked and was given the prices. Slipping a bronze coin into the slot, Go'el watched Vol'jin crouch down to face him, leaning in almost as if to kiss him but instead received another watery surprise as the troll spit on him.

"Hey! No spitting!" Petey bellowed.

"Petey, go take a break. All of you." Go'el said. "I think Vol'jin and I want to be alone.

Hesitantly, the goblins stepped down and departed. "Ya t'ink you so great now, Thrall? Whatcha becomin' ain' natural. What is it ya hope to accomplish?"

"I'll have to thank you, Vol'jin for giving me this chance." Go'el said with a smile. "If it hadn't been for you, I probably would be sitting there like you, day in and day out, hating everything that wasn't Horde. But instead I'm fucked by every living thing out there, and I love it."

Vol'jin winced, anger was obviously boiling. "Ya love it 'eh?" He slipped a silver coin into the front slot, adjusting his loincloth to drag his massive troll cock from it as the door opened. Rather violently, the troll shoved his shaft into the bin and deep down Go'el's throat. He didn't have time to react, he couldn't turn away from it. He gagged and his body shook from the sudden choking cock down his mouth. Vol'jin didn't stop there, he pulled himself back, then thrust in again roaring in anger as he slammed into the orc so hard that the machine almost tipped backwards. He grabbed it and stabilized it, slamming into the orc's throat again and again. "Damn ya Thrall! Damn ya! I givin' ya whatcha want. Ol' Vol'jin always settles a score! Ya slut! Ya bitch!" He slammed into the mouth again and again until he couldn't control himself and suddenly exploded. Even Go'el wasn't ready for that, his throat clogged and backed up, he sputtered troll cum all over the glass in front of him and it went pouring down his jawline, dripping onto the floor as Vol'jin pulled himself out and stormed over to the back, sliding another coin in, he wasted no time, once the door opened he forced his cock hard into Go'el's slick ass. This time the machine almost fell over the other way and Go'el's face struck against the cum-covered window on his side.

"Fuck ya Thrall! Dis be what ya want? FUCK YA!" He cried out and grunted the same phrase several times over the following ten minutes. Finally, he came a second time, pouring his cum into Thrall's ass and letting Go'el feel it draining down his legs and onto the floor of the machine. Vol'jin pulled out mere seconds before his timer had ended and the door snapped shut again.

Panting as he walked by again, Vol'jin pointed at Go'el. "Me an' Thrall were friends, ya ain' nothin' to me anymore. Not even Go'el deserves respect, ya be somet'in else... an' ya not be welcome in Orgrimmar 'till ya back to da way ya were." He growled and stormed off, however this left Go'el grinning.

"Sayyyyy! This ain't bad at all!" Jastor exclaimed. Go'el's return and emancipation from his month-long tour in the machine was followed immediately by the payout as they were literally rolling in the piles of gold and silver coins that their merchandise had gotten for them. "And that's great about Vol'jin. Maybe he'll be a regular customer of yours."

"Regular customer?" Go'el asked, then grinned as he realized what the goblin meant.

"Shhh, wit' this kind of income, we're set for life! I think you do this every couple of months and that'll keep both of us happy!" He laughed maniacally as he rained the coins down on himself. "C'mon. Let's go to bed."

THE END