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12. "Dog Dazed and Confused"

The storm back to the Echo Isles would have been angrier, if Vol'jin hadn't had to travel so far in order to return to his home on the island. About halfway, about Razor Hill, he found himself tempted to stop in order to eat a heavy meal of meats and a few fruits, because after all, trolls need their protein. The trip in itself was more of a releasing of steam from how angry he was. How could Thrall, a once-respected leader of the Horde give in to such a hideously gross change in his lifestyle like this? Why would he stoop to being nothing more than a goblin's pet?

Vol'jin's anger radiated off him, the transport to the isle was so quiet that a pebble could fall off the cart and they would have heard it hit the ground. The anger festering in the troll leader's heart was so thick, they could cut it with a knife at this point. As the small caravan came to a stop at Sen'jin village, Vol'jin disembarked and paid his way before making his way to the village.

"Ay, Vol'jin!" A familiar voice called to him as an older troll sporting a mask exited the single largest hut and waved at him as he approached.

"Ah, Gadrin, how be ya?" Vol'jin asked.

"I been good, how goes da affairs in Orgrimma'? I been tryin' to get in contact wit'cha 'bout Garrosh's latest plans."

"Don' be talkin' to me about dose things, Gadrin." Vol'jin warned. "I am not in a happy place righ' now."

Gadrin's expression fell, even under his mask. Lifting it he shed a concerned glance to their leader. "Wha' happened?"

"Nothin' can't a old troll find no peace no more?" Vol'jin glared defensively at him.

Gadrin nodded slightly. "Ya, I ain' gonna stop ya. Just tryin' to converse wit' an old friend."

Vol'jin sighed. "I'm sorry, Gadrin. Now's not de time ta chat. I jus' wanna get home and lay my ol' bones down to rest for a bit." He explained. "I'll try to explain later, I just not in de mood righ' now."

"Of--of course, Gadrin understands." Gadrin nodded, replacing his mask. "Ya hut is in de same place it was when ya left." He said. "Don' get lost now."

Vol'jin smiled, for the first time in days it seemed. "T'anks fo' that." He said as he continued on.

The bridge across the bay was quiet, as Vol'jin made his way to the echo isles where the Darkspear had reclaimed their land only a couple of years before. His hut was located on the far end of the island, but as he walked, he hadn't really even thought that he was the only one crossing the water at the moment. As he reached the other side, he passed a few courteous nods toward other trolls who waved or nodded at him as he made his way through the tropical paradise toward his hut. His first instinct when he stormed through the door was to slam it shut, but as it was simply a drape hanging over the entryway, he couldn't do more than shut it with both hands as if he were ready to tear it apart.

"Dat Thrall gotta understand he got responsibilities; a family. What he t'inking, waggin' his ass like dat?" He ruffled his hand through the crest of hair on top of his head as he threw himself angrily onto his bed. His armor clattered and jabbed into his waist and stomach as he rolled over and draped his arm over his eyes, inhaling and exhaling sharply as he tried to put his mind off Thrall living naked and acting like the dog that he pretends to be, the very idea was so depraved, so horribly dishonorable that--it was really a bit of a turn on.

Vol'jin felt an overwhelming urge to grab his crotch, a tent had already begun to form as he checked the door and made sure no one was about to walk in on him. He drew back the loincloth concealing his manhood and began to stroke it vigorously. It was as though something had possessed him into doing this he laid back and pounded hard against his cock, rolling onto his back a little more as he played with the length. The troll's tongue dragged along the lines of his teeth, he winced as he felt the rough edges of his fangs try to cut at it. As his hand made a corkscrew motion down from the tip to the base of his shaft, he moaned, feeling a heavy gush of precum now pouring from his tip like a spout and draining down over his hand as it made its way toward gravity's pull. Images of Thrall walking around on all fours, wagging his ass like some obedient puppy came to Vol'jin's mind, and as perverse as it was, he remembered how much he enjoyed watching the orc bark on command, laying low under the feet of his "master" that damn goblin Flint, it was enough to drive him insane but at the same time... so very appealing to him.

"Nnnnhh... Thrall, ya idiot, how kin'ya be puttin' yourself out like dat, don'cha know da Horde is always t'gether? Like a f-family?" He imagined yelling it into Thrall's ear, fucking him into submission as he growled and sank his cock into him soundly again and again. His fingers clutched tightly on his balls his free hand wiping over his drooling tusks as he continued to indulge, to stroke himself to the pleasure of making Thrall remember who he was and why he was Warchief at one point.

His strokes grew more intense, his grip tightening as he spread his legs and sank his middle finger into his ass. The push against his prostate made him moan, but the image of Thrall giving into his lustful pleasures only made the masturbation more intense. Raising his hand up from his ass he grabbed at his nipple, imagining that Thrall was there, biting him, clawing at him, begging for Vol'jin to fuck him. Vol'jin turned over and pressed his cock to one of his pillows. He could see Thrall clearly under him, spreading his ass for him like a good dog. Vol'jin growled loudly and fucked the pillows, feeling the rough, rugged ass of his orc friend. He imagined the goblin Flint being able to do this whenever he wanted, fucking Thrall until he couldn't stand up straight, making him wear a collar, dragging him around by a leash, the control Thrall must be under, the enjoyment he must have, allowing himself to be fucked so often...

"Sir?" A voice could be heard from outside Vol'jin's door, he gasped and threw himself onto his back, sitting up slightly as he covered his cock in order to make it seem like he had been doing nothing.

"What is it?" Vol'jin asked as one of his guards poked a head through the drapes.

The guard's eyes scanned the troll for a time, the slow realization coming to his eyes, but not to his words as he spoke. "Ah...uh, heard ya strugglin' sir." He said. "Jus' makin' sure t'ings is okay."

"T'ings be fine." Vol'jin panted, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. "Don' worry if ah need ya, I'll call for ya."

"Y-yessir." The troll said as he disappeared back behind the drapes. "'ave a good rest, sir."

"Puh." Vol'jin huffed, mostly to himself as he turned over. "Not been no t'ing till just now..." He muttered to himself. The drowsiness of his journey was getting the better of him, and he yawned as he curled up against the pillow that still smelled like his musk. "Ah can' afford ta be obssessed wit' dis..." He sighed and yawned again. "Thrall got his life ta live, and--and Vol'jin got his."

The sunlight came through Vol'jin's window, warming his toes that had slipped out from under the blanket that covered him. Yawning wide, the troll stretched his legs until he felt a soft popping in his knees. As he sat up, a general air of comfort washed over him, and he wasn't sure exactly where it had come from. He draped his legs over the edge of his cot and slipped out of it; naked as a newborn babe, Vol'jin didn't care that the soft breeze coming in through the window was flapping the curtain that blocked the door off, possibly exposing him to everyone who tended to pass by. As he filled a flask of water, the troll walked over to the doorway and peered out at the island, which appeared to be pretty desolate on this beautiful day. He inhaled slowly and exhaled at the sight of a perfectly cool morning.

Placing his fingers to his lips, just on the inside of his tusks, Vol'jin let out a sharp whistle that echoed across the island. He then pulled his fingers from his lips and rested against the side of the door as he watched the familiar patch of green come rushing toward the hut. He smiled as Thrall came into view. His mouth was still wrapped around the ball Vol'jin had thrown a few minutes before, somehow Thrall must have found it and seemed ready and particularly 'excited' to play fetch with him some more.

"RAWF!" Thrall barked loudly as he bounced onto the path and skidded across the dirt, rolling playfully as he came toward the troll, his tongue draped out over his tusks like a great red carpet. Without warning, Thrall bounded into the air and threw himself into Vol'jin, who had put his hands up in an attempt to stop the orc's tackling flight.

"HUFF!" Vol'jin grunted as he flew back into the depths of his hut, and he started laughing as Thrall began to lick his face, tickling his own with his bristly orccish beard. "AH! Thrall! Thrall! Down, puppy, down boy!" Vol'jin exclaimed in fits of laughter as he tried to push the orc off of him. Thrall leaned back and then happily curled into Vol'jin's chest, allowing the troll to pet his head, and hummed happily as he was stroked. "Careful, boy. Dat be one of me buttons." Vol'jin said cautiously as Thrall's body rubbed against the troll's cock, causing it to start swelling to an impressive girth. "Hnn..." He huffed a bit, nuzzling his face into the orc's head as Thrall turned his face up and started to lick him again, this time applying enough pressure to push Vol'jin onto his back. The troll rested on his elbows as Thrall's head went down some, until the blue shaft was resting against his face. "Th-Thrall..." Vol'jin whispered as the orc began to play with his shaft. First batting at it, then grasping at it before dragging his tongue down the thick, fragrant length. He moaned softly and shuddered, allowing Thrall to continue to taste him, the orc's own cock growing rigid with excitement for pleasing his master.

Vol'jin laid back some and spread his legs a bit, giving Thrall some head room as he pulled the orc toward him, feeling his spit drool down his shaft, the wiggling tongue on his flesh as it bounced into and out of Thrall's range like it was on the verge of suddenly and violently exploding. Thrall's tongue was wet and dripping his mouth wrapping around the tip of Vol'jin's cock as his teeth dragged down the smooth and vibrant flesh as the troll moaned in satisfaction. "Mmmhhh.... yessss..." He moaned. "Dat be a good boy, Thrall. Taste dat precum, enjoy my flavor."

"Rrrrawf!" Thrall barked, if he had a tail it would be wagging right now. He pushed down on Vol'jin's thighs and allowed more of his girth and length to jut up into the air, and Thrall obediently grabbed that with his tongue as well, letting it tighten around the exposed shaft in a show of lustful enjoyment. Vol'jin felt his tongue drag out of his mouth and hover for several moments over Thrall, his teeth dragging along his lower lip around it as he hissed and reveled in his lust. Thrall made several playful yapping noises as he continued to lap at every square inch of Vol'jin's cock until finally he'd had enough.

Vol'jin panted and pushed Thrall away from him at last; he was so close to exploding now that he would have given the orc a very nasty face of cum, but that wasn't what he wanted; Vol'jin wanted to have that puppy, to breed him so badly that every inch of his stomach and cock ached with the need. He grabbed Thrall by the shoulders and practically threw him onto the bed. Crudely, Vol'jin spit into his palm and stroked on his cock. He leaned forward and spread Thrall's cheeks before spitting right on his pucker and driving it with a good, deep tongue as he moved in closer behind him. Thrall whimpered as he looked back at the troll, waving his ass to show his readiness and Vol'jin pressed his cock against that entry and moaned as he thrust inward. Thrall howled in pain and excitement at once as his nails dug at the pillow and the rest of the cot under him. He moaned as Vol'jin's thick, wet shaft plunged into him, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Thrall moaned and cried out, again and again, with every thrust that made Thrall's ass bounce under him. He was definitely thicker than he was used to, Thrall had become such a cum slut, he looked back at his friend, desperately wanting for him to cum. With how rapidly he was approaching his climax, Thrall was going to get the explosion of a lifetime...

"AHH! HAHHHHH!" Vol'jin had woken up with a start, his entire body jolting and twitching in post orgasmic pleasure. He was breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his own cum as he'd shot heavy, coating load after load across his body in his sleep. He moaned and settled at last, dipping his fingers into the fluids as he breathed rapidly, taking a few tastes of his seed. As he lay there, his mind came back to the indulgence. Realizing there was something he really wanted, Vol'jin knew what he had to do. He had to have Thrall... getting up, he reached for an empty satchel under his cot and readied to pack it for the long journey back to Orgrimmar...

***

Flint's house, or at least his most recent residence was a few miles to the north of Orgrimmar, caught in the forests somewhere between there and the hills that led up toward Hyjal. Thrall enjoyed the peaceful serenity of nature around him, and often communed with it like any other good dog would. As his thick orccish body flung itself into the waters of the lake, he knew he was on a mission to find his master's ball. Flint had flung it far into the water, and like a good boy, Thrall would retrieve it.

The water was cold on his naked flesh as he kicked his feet and paddled his hands, opening his eyes he could see that the ball had clearly hit the water a few yards further out and he made his way to it. He clutched it in his jaws and rolled over before kicking up toward the surface. He expelled the water from his nose and took a breath as he rolled back over and began to paddle back toward the shore nearest the hut.

Thrall's agreement to be with Flint had opened him up to a world of new and interesting ideas. The thought that he would be able to live without his responsibilities; either as a Warchief, or as a father and mate to Aggra was very appealing to him. As he made his way onto the land, Flint emerged from the hut and came down toward the orc with a leash in hand.

"Good boy." He said as he latched the leash on Thrall's leather collar, tugging him toward dry land as the orc proceeded to shake himself off, coating the goblin in water and soaking him. "Ay! Ay! Come on now! Thrall, that's bad! Bad!" He shouted, waving his finger in such a way to make Thrall whimper and frown. "I just got these clothes on, now I gotta go change 'em! Get in your house." Thrall shot him another hurtful look, but Flint rolled his eyes and glared at him, putting his hands on his hips as he pointed sternly. "Go!"

Thrall panted and made his way, lumbering on all fours toward his house; it was a small painted shack that sat outside the main hut. Usually when Thrall was being bad or snarky toward Flint he would be sent there:

The house was barely big enough for Thrall's big orc-ass, he clambered onto the small platform and pushed his head and shoulders through the opening where it opened up a bit, allowing the rest of him to enter it, he then turned around and flopped onto the soft, cushiony mat that Flint had put in it to keep it comfortable. Thrall sighed and glanced up at the small sign containing his name above the door as he laid out, he realized it was starting to rain. It was only a slight drizzle, and it felt comfortable on Thrall's skin, but still, he decided to tuck his shoulders back slightly under the roof of his dog house and he closed his eyes.

There was the slightest sound of thunder, rumbling in the distance that roused Thrall again and he opened his eyes into someone's crotch. He gasped and pulled back slightly as Vol'jin stood in front of him. The troll wore a black leather harness across his muscular chest and a loincloth that looked very scant, almost leaving nothing to the imagination upon the slighest breeze. His arms and legs were draped in leather to his wrists and his ankles even though the outfit didn't appear attached to anything else. The smell of freshly blackened leather was strong and it very nearly suffocated Thrall being so close to it.

"Vol'jin? What are you doing here?" Thrall asked, speaking for the first time in a couple of weeks. He noticed Vol'jin's expression harden slightly, but he said nothing. Thrall pushed himself out of his dog house and stood up on two legs; at first, this was difficult, as he wasn't used to it and his shoulders began to ache as he did so. "Listen, I know how you must feel about this, old friend, but I am enjoying my dog life, why can't you be ha--" The backhand of the troll came across Thrall's face so fast and so hard that he thought his jaw would come unhinged. Thrall's feet left the ground as he spun sideways and back, hitting the ground at a bit of a roll. It was the most unexpected thing that he would have imagined Vol'jin to do; had he tried to knock some sense into him? What was he hoping to accomplish with this?"

Vol'jin reached into a pouch hanging from the side of his belt. "Ya be t'inkin' I gone insane. I get dat, I start to be t'inking the same meself." He extracted a clear vial from the pouch and uncorked the bottle with a soft but distinctive pop. "But ya gotta remember one t'ing, Thrall..." He lunged for the orc, grabbing him by the back of the head before shoving the bottle into his mouth. "Is dat dogs don't talk..."

Thrall swallowed in sheer reaction before he could try to resist; the milky substance stung at his throat as it poured down. It tasted foul, like coconut milk that had been left out in the direct sunlight too long. He gagged, but Vol'jin only forced him closer, tilting Thrall's head up to insure that he swallowed every drop of the liquid until finally releasing him. Thrall gagged and tried to huck up the potion he'd ingested, but even his gag reflex didn't want to work. He coughed and tried to force the potion out, but nothing would come up; not even spit. "W--wwwrrrrrrrr...." Thrall tried to ask Vol'jin what he'd been forced to drink, but his first word only came out as something like a growling noise. He coughed again and tried to speak again. "Wrah! RAWF! Grrr---woof! Woof!" He was barking suddenly. He tried to formulate words, which sounded like growling, and actually speaking only came out like a dog's barking. He put his hand on his throat, but felt the urge to keep standing on all fours, a sharp pain suddenly shooting through his back prevented him from standing up.

"Did you seriously make a potion to make him bark like a dog?" Flint walked up, dressed similarly in a pair of crotchless leather pants and a harness like Vol'jin wore. He laughed. "Hahaha! Man, that has got to be the most perfect thing ever! You really earned your place on the contract."

Thrall looked at the both of them with a worried glance in his eyes. "Da's right, Thrall." Vol'jin said. "Flint an' I came to an agreement, now I own ya too."

"Braw-rroooo..." Thrall spoke, yapping like a dog.

"For the duration of ya contract, you ain' gonna speak like no orc since you don't act like one." Vol'jin explained as he drew back the flap of his loincloth and began to stroke at his shaft. "An' ol' Vol'jin ain't got no problem wit' dat." As his hand glided back and forth along the shaft, Thrall leaned forward, and like a dog, sniffed the male's crotch. Lapping at it, he found it surprisingly spry as the troll's cock bounced into the air at the touch of his tongue. "Mmmhm... nice." He moaned. "Good dog."

Thrall returned his tongue to the length of flesh that was swelling in size and growing firmer to his touch. Vol'jin's musk radiated off his cock and Thrall's tongue explored it, from tip to base and even down to his balls. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Flint also stroking himself as he watched the two of them play. A steady white stream of precum slipping from the goblin's dick and trickling down over his knuckles, allowing him to stroke at a much more even pace as he pinched his nipples in enjoyment.

Vol'jin grasped the back of Thrall's head and pushed himself forward, slipping past the orccish lips and tusks to plunge his cock deep into the dog's maw. Thrall grasped and grabbed the troll's thighs, but Vol'jin interrupted him. "Ah-ah, stay on all fours like a good boy." He said, and Thrall immediately returned his hands to the ground as Vol'jin freely slid his enormous member in and out of Thrall's mouth, drawing himself out to the tip before plunging hard into Thrall's throat. Thrall found that his gag reflex wasn't working at this either and felt the flesh penetrate his esophagus, pouring precum directly down his throat. It felt like it was water, suddenly quenching Thrall's raw throat. "Ay Flint, ya wanna take ova' here?" He asked after a time, withdrawing himself from Thrall's mouth. "I got some unfinished business wit' this pup."

"It'd be my pleasure." Flint said as he walked over.

Flint wasn't nearly as well endowed as Vol'jin was, it was like replacing a cannon with a cigar for Thrall, but the goblin still had a respectable size for his species, and as his cock sank into Thrall's mouth, the orc shuddered, feeling practically no difference except the fact that Flint didn't quite go as far down his throat as Vol'jin did. Vol'jin moved around behind the orc and his hand readily grabbed his ass. Thrall grunted in surprise at the initiative his old friend was taking as a finger suddenly invaded his ass. Thrall gasped; the finger was thicker than most cocks Thrall was used to, and like a handle, Vol'jin curled his finger and tugged upward, forcing Thrall to stand more on his hands and knees. Vol'jin spit crudely into Thrall's pucker and then used his thumb to grind the self-made lubricant deeper into him. Thrall gargled a bit from the spunk that Flint was feeding him and before he knew it, he could feel something else blunt and thick press against him.

Vol'jin pushed his cock past the ring of Thrall's ass, making him pant hard through his nose. He yelped somewhat, but Flint was too busy pulling his head and stretching his neck onto his goblin cock. Thrall gasped and howled as he felt himself being accordioned between the troll and goblin.

"Oh yeah, who's the bitch now?" Flint said, looking Thrall in the eyes, and making the orc's cheeks darken in a blush as he felt the flesh push past his tongue as he tasted every inch of his cock. He could feel the warmth filling on both sides as Vol'jin fucked him so hard now that their flesh started to slap together. Thrall's butt rippled from the impacts and shook his body, he could feel the spike driving into his ass so hard that it was causing his cock to bounce up and down against his stomach, making its own little slapping noises. He growled and rumbled, swallowing shots of precum every time Flint offered it to him as his bucking sped up a bit. The goblin's balls were striking Thrall's chin, as Vol'jin's orbs collided with his own.

It didn't take long before Thrall felt his entire body seize up. "HNNNNGHHHH!" He grunted as he finally came, suddenly shooting his load into the grass underneath them. His back arched forward as both Vol'jin and Flint thrust in together, almost crushing the orc's body between them.

"Ahhh... f-fuck I'm gonna cum...." Flint said as he extracted his cock and began to vigorously stroke it. Vol'jin pulled his shaft from Thrall's ass, suddenly unburdening it from its filling girth.

"Oh, wait for me, mon. We got to send dis bitch of ours off wit' a few white streaks across his face." He said as he approached Flint, stroking his cock in a more corkscrew, distinctive pattern as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Open w-wide pup... smile for your masters!" Flint let off the last word with a long winding moan as Thrall opened his mouth, his tongue draping out as he panted, anticipating the release, his tongue lapping at Flint's hand as he groaned over the edge. "Oooohhhhh shit--fuck!" He grunted and thrust his cock forward, suddenly unleashing a heavy white load that soaked Thrall's face wit a white streak. Thrall panted and closed his eyes, feeling as his hair, his face, his mouth all caught his master's load.

"Hnnnhhh NNNH!" Vol'jin's grunt was more feral, and suddenly a heavy helping of cum soaked Thrall's face. Some of the shots going right over the orc's head and splattering along his back as the troll let loose with heavy, thick ropes that all but covered Flint's leavings as fountains of white cum poured down Thrall's face like he was sweating. He'd almost completely forgotten about the light drizzle out, his sweat had already worked that off, but now his face was covered in their seed, which drooled off his upper lip, off his tongue and down it, drooling off his tusks as finally the two of them squeezed off their spent loads. Panting heavily as Thrall lustily sucked at and lapped their still-throbbing cocks until they were completely dried for the time being.

"Good---good boy." Vol'jin said, panting lustily at the orc. "Now, go get in ya bed. Flint an' I got some business ta finish.

Thrall watched through the window of Flint's hut as he lay quietly and euphorically in his dog house. He was pleased with how things turned out; now that Vol'jin would be with him even more, Thrall was hard pressed to think that once his contract expired it would all come to an end. He watched as Vol'jin was handed a quill by Flint, and the troll scrawled his signature on the contract. There was a flash of light and the contract seemed to brand the signature in place. Thrall moaned and laid his head down, he felt strange, he felt as though right now Vol'jin was his master as well. Some magical pull that forced him to recognize Vol'jin, to keep him from disobeying him. "Rrrroofff." He tried to speak again and touched his throat. Vol'jin was right, he was incapable of speaking.

Again... Thrall wondered if it was anything he would miss in this life.

THE END