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“Dwarf Gobblin'"

Bracchus was a simple dwarf from the mountains far to the north of Terene, where he currently lived. He'd gone nearly eight-hundred miles in his youth to settle in a land that was far from his people, only to land in the middle of a town often swarming with them. He had simple needs, and the grit and determination to make a name for himself throughout the Dwarfdom, he was best known for his gruff wit, his thick, heavy mane of black hair and well trimmed and bound beard as well as his soft, approachable gaze. Many in Terene knew him, some considered him close enough to be a close relative like a brother or an uncle. He didn't think much of it though, he just wanted to continue his work uninterrupted.

One night, late in the Spring months, as he worked on his latest project, everything seemed to change for him. He had been toiling endlessly over an open flame, trying to create a perfect brew meant to appeal to his customers. Goblins, in particular were peculiarly hard to satisfy with a good stout ale, and he was well on his way to perfecting it when.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound was loud enough to echo through the dwarf's home and in a jolt of shock, he dropped a tool he had been working with, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud clatter. He growled in frustration as he looked at the clock; it was quarter past ten at night: “Who in their unearthly nerve...?" He grumbled as he stomped his way up from the cellar and into his living room and in a fit of anger pulled open his front door. “Who in the blazes--?" He had been looking up, most of the men who came visiting were much taller than he was. But no one was above his head height. Looking down his eyes landed on a small red-haired dwarf with green eyes staring at him. His hair was long but braided back in a single long ponytail, the top of his head balding almost completely to the sides of his scalp and a beard so thick that it itself could have been mistaken for a beard.

“G-good evening sir. I am Atome... are you the one called Bracchius?" He stammered.

“Bracchus." The dwarf replied gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing the other man up with his eyes. “And what brings you here this evening lad?"

“R-right..." Atome cleared his throat, clearly nervous and clearly going through this for the first time as he pulled a scroll out of his satchel. Bracchus rolled his eyes; he knew the look of this scroll. “Lord Bracchus of Terene, it is the decree of the mason council of Dwarves that you report for duty at once for the excavation and extraction of precious minerals from the Fervent Mine located just beyond the city limits.

“Fervent Mine? You mean that impossibly deep mine that the city has been trying to close for fifteen years now? The one that's run by dwarves I would even think are a little insane? That mine?"

Atome nodded. “The very same. Though I'd be careful about that crazy talk. My grandfather is actually the foreman and operator of the mine's operations." He sighed. “I would think you'd be more careful about that."

“Tell your grandfather that he's got the wrong dwarf. I am no miner and I don't really care about his."

“Afraid it's not a request. All dwarves have been sanctioned to assist in the ongoing operation of the mine. Your free time is still your own sir, but so far as the king has decreed any and all operations are required..." He paused and looked at Bracchus. “It-It's nothing personal sir. It's just my job."

Bracchus gave a sigh and put his hands up gently. “Aye, aye don't worry I won't kill the messenger lad. I'm just... this is exactly why I moved from the homeland... now they interfere with my life here."

Atome smiled softly and nodded. “Yes. I've heard you are an excellent meadsmith here. I would love to try your brews out sometime."

“Oh? Trying to butter me up are ya?" He teased. Well, I ain't above a little bribery...come on downstairs and I can show you what I've been working on."

He waved the other man in with a cheerful uptick in his mood, letting him pass further in and began to lead him down the spiral staircase into the cellar below. As they got to the bottom of the stairs, Atome could smell an incredibly strong odor of beer, he could practically taste it on his tongue despite the pair just having entered the basement. He inhaled deeply and gasped. “Oh for pete's sakes, you could get drunk off the smell alone!" He exclaimed.

Bracchus grinned wickedly as he moved over to the tap nearest him, the barrel painted an almost sickly green color as he poured a flagon of the amber liquid in. He slid it across the counter to the redhead who scooped it up and swept it under his nose, taking a deep breath of the beer before tilting the drink back and giving it a good, long drink. Bracchus watched with intense curiosity as Atome glugged down the large pint, his curious gaze spanning the other man's face as he watched his eyes widen and tears begin to well up.

Atome clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table, the unexpected surge of energy rushing through him as what felt like liquid fire poured down his throat. He swallowed hard and took a deep, loud breath, slamming his cup down with a roar of vigor. “AHHHH!!! Yeah! What the fuck on a stick is in that?!"

Bracchus beamed a bit. “Ye like it?" He asked gruffly.

“It was like a fiery stream of lava pouring down my throat." He breathed raggedly for a minute. “And you said that was for goblin tastes?"

“Are you kidding?" Braccus scoffed. “I had a goblin try this thing and he was practically all over me seconds later. A strong ale is like the most powerful aphrodesiac to any of us...but a good goblin recipe? He couldn't stop raving... I plan to sell this and make a mint. Get out of this fucked up Dwarven mining contract I somehow got into and get outta town."

The night devolved into a night of drinking between the pair, draining nearly three barrels between them and collapsing in a drunken stupor. At one point, Bracchus was stirred by the feeling of something fumbling with his pants and dragging them down. The tingling of a bristly beard brushed over his cock, which sprang to life from the sensation. His toes curled, but he didn't open his eyes at first; he could feel the other dwarf's lips and tongue slip over the tip of his thick cock, making it surge forth a full erection instantly. Bracchus' breath hitched as he opened his eyes to see a very drunk Atome clutching the zipper of his pants, spreading the fabric apart as he eagerly went down on him. Bracchus felt a wave of arousal wash over him and he grabbed the other man by the head, thrusting into his waiting mouth and feeling his wet, slick spit-coated lips tighten around the flesh. It was so quick, and so needed that it didn't take long before he let out a growl, he grabbed Atome's red hair and his fingers brushed over the warmth of his balding scalp, feeling the follicles against the skin of his thumbs. His balls grew tight and Atome grabbed onto them, inhaling and increasing the pace. Bracchus felt his hips raise off the floor and then slap down as he let out a whispered grunt and began to feel his cock unload deep into the other dwarf's gullet. Atome tried to pull back slightly, but the eagerness of Bracchus' grip held him firmly in place as he unloaded himself in several wet, ripe ropes that coated the back of his throat after several moments he finally released the other man's head and Atome pulled back to the tip, his lips curling against the last remaining droplets of cum. He wiped his mouth crudely and grinned in response to the other man's lustful smirk and the two then went back to sleep. Dirty, filthy and right down to it. That was their way. Despite not knowing each other well, it seemed Atome could read him like a book and the pair again went to sleep to try and rest off their incoming blackout hangovers that awaited them in the morning.

***

As expected, the morning light hit the pair of them like a hammer and both Bracchus and his unexpected sleep-over companion Atome were up and moving quickly. Headaches rocking through their heads as they quickly gathered their belongings and quick showers before throwing themselves out into the day. The mine wasn't far by commuter car, and the pair had made it to their destination at around nine. As they were shuffled into the dark, cramped cave, Bracchus turned on his head lamp and made his way to the section he would be assigned to. Boarding a small hand-crank-operated elevator, they descended down into the black depths of the mine until the ambient light of the day faded into the air above them and only their torchlights were visible. Further and further down they went, he could see various levels of lights shining from one end of the cavern to the other. The lights were moving, but he couldn't see the individual dwarves holding them, and the further down they descended, the colder and darker everything around them began to feel.

Finally, they reached a level near the base of their digging sites. He was immediately greeted by the loud 'tick, tick, clang' noses that echoed off of striking pickaxes. He heard voices echoing so distantly there was no way to tell exactly where they were coming from. Even letting out a breath in a sigh, he could see his lamp picking up the mist off his breath. As they reached their spot, a pickaxe was shoved into Bracchus' hand. He glared at the man “in charge" of these tools, who pointed at a nearby wall and he eventually moved to join the men.

Their hard hats and the soot across their faces blackening them made them unrecognizable. They didn't say much aside from the heavy grunts as they waved their tool into the wall, creating soft, gentle sparks upon impact. He looked up and stared at the endless sea of blackness overhead that led back toward the surface. “Jesus, exac'ly how long have you boys been working these mines?"

“We don't spend much time in chit-chat down here, lad." One of the dwarves warned, putting a hand on Bracchus' shoulder. “Not as much air this far down...but I've been here about fifteen years and that was long enough to come down nearly three hundred feet."

“The previous thousand feet were dug out over the previous two decades." Another man's voice echoed.

“And the first five hundred feet took almost fifty years before that..." Another voice called out.

Bracchus let out a puff of air from his lips, running his hand down over the back of his head as he looked at the task ahead of them. This was still producing materials, diamonds, gemstones, ores that the earth had carelessly left to discover in one of the richest mines on the continent, and he was about to start digging into it himself. He clenched the pickaxe in his hand and made his way toward one of the far walls, it took about fifteen steps until he could see nobody else in the cold dark of the mine and as he put his hand to the wall he could feel the coarse, rough rock under his fingertips. It felt warm, but certainly not hot enough to be holding back a pool of lava, or other fiery danger. “No... no let's..." He continued down the wall, trying to find a spot to strike. He had always had a talent for finding the sweet spot to anything, his fingers seemed extra sensitive to the universe it seemed. Part of this talent went into his beer making, and always proved to find potent and attractive recipes known the continents over. But now, he was reduced to working in a mine and he wanted to try and find the most expedient way out of here. Even if it was a way to make the mine owners so happy that they would let him out of this contract he had to find a way.

Bracchus paused as he felt his fingers tingling on a section of the wall. He looked at it and pondered... it wasn't warm in this spot. It was... much, much cooler. Like standard cold stone. He tightened his grip on the handle of his axe and with a powerful blow, he struck the wall. A bright green spark shot from where he struck it, and a wave of electricity seemed to surge through him. But it wasn't electricity, it only left his body tingling. “What in the...?" He asked to himself before bringing his axe over his head again and bringing it down on the stone again, this time harder. The axe stuck briefly and Bracchus yanked it out, watching as cracks began to yawn out from the hole at the center. There was a strange glow within; an almost off-green light that illuminated a pinhole sized dot on his chest. NOW he was curious. He brought the axe back once more and brought it down onto the spot. This time, the webbing of light expanded, it was like ice breaking in a four foot by four foot circle and the rock exploded inward, shattering like glass to the ground.

The noise resounded through the tunnels and several workers closest to Bracchus stopped their work immediately and rushed over to join him and observe the hole in the wall. After several minutes, a roaring noise could be heard as a stern, angry-sounding Dwarf approached. “What in the FUCK is happening now?!"

It was Berus; the mine's foreman. He was bigger, stockier, and more built than almost any other dwarf there, but still stood eye-to-eye with Bracchus as he stuffed his large nose in the man's face. “What are you up to?!"

Atome was behind him, he remembered that Atome and Berus were related. Atome being Berus' nephew. Slowly, Bracchus pointed at the hole. But the words failed to exit his lips. The foreman grumbled angrily as he stormed over to the hole and peered through it, the distant green glow casting a light through the lower caverns of the mine as he investigated. He turned his head angrily and focused on Bracchus. “What IS this?!" He shouted.

Unseen by Berus, but seen by everyone else who began to scramble back slightly, a crowd of similarly-sized creatures rose from the darkness. With hooked noses as well as more rounded ones, long, large, distinctive ears and beady, somewhat yellowed eyes Berus turned to see that at least a dozen goblins had crawled up out of the green glow and were standing next to him. The dwarf shrieked in surprise and jumped back. “Wh-what the?"

“Who's responsible for blowing a hole in our wall?!" One of the goblins asked in a gruff, angered tone. Stepping forward they could see that he was a tall, chubby, lanky-armed goblin with a wide nose and a white mustache on his face. His glinting sharp white teeth almost defied the laws of nature, showing brightly even in this low lighting. “What do you want with us!?" He shouted even louder, his voice shrill enough to send chills down the dwarven spines of those who heard it.

“N-nothing!" Berus exclaimed, putting his hands up defensively. “It was purely an accident we had no idea this wall was hiding a-a-..."

“A dungeon?" The goblin scoffed before turning his head and spitting. “No one does! That is why we built our city down here! How dare you intrude on us?"

“B-but it wasn't our intention to--"

“Forget it!" The goblin shouted angrily. “We will contact our authorities to see what we can do about this, but you or your men set one toe into our domain and it will be all-out WAR!" The final word echoed through the cavern, silencing everyone. “Now go! Get out! This is our mine now."

The finality of his words shook the dwarves present as the rest of the goblins began to raise weapons of various types toward them. Soon the dwarves were retreating to their elevators and as soon as Berus, Atome and Bracchus boarded, the elevator began to shoot up through the shaft. Berus glared at Bracchus and growled.

“Boy. If you don't find a way of fixing this...not only will you be finished in this mine, but I'll make sure you pay every coin's loss this mine faces from now until the end of your days!"

“Uncle, there's no way he could have--"

“Shut it, boy." He snapped at Atome, and then looked back at Bracchus. “You started this, you fix it...and fix it quickly!"

It was as if the timing of his words coincided perfectly with the ride as the elevator reached the top level and he disembarked with an angry stride toward the main office. Atome placed a hand on Bracchus' shoulder and sighed. “Sorry about that."

“It isn't your fault." Bracchus said softly. “But the question is how the fuck am I supposed to gain the trust of these goblins?"

Atome pondered for a minute, running his fingers under his whiskers as he thought. Then as he snapped his fingers he gasped in realization. “What about your ale?!"

“My ale?"

Atome nodded. “Aye! Remember you said it last night, that goblin brew is a powerful aphrodisiac to them. What else would be the perfect natural blending of our cultures?"

“You're right... but who are we kidding? I'm a dwarf. There's no way they'd let me anywhere near enough to them to give them the ale, much less let me walk away from that encounter alive. I'm no adventurer. I have no skills with a weapon."

“No... no... but you do have an artist..." He pondered. “Okay, Bracchus. You get your arse back to your place and brew as much of that beer as you can make, I'll gather a few men and meet you there. We're going to go a little green."

It was night before Bracchus heard a knocking at his door. He had been distilling and grinding his beer for hours at this point and had almost completely forgotten about Atome's promise. He wiped his brow and headed upstairs, opening the door to six large dwarves, plus Atome in the doorway. They fell in, almost staggering over each other as they reassembled themselves and each began to look over the dwarf, who stared in confusion at Atome.

“What th'fuck is this?" He asked gruffly.

“This is the plan." Atome said as he produced a vial of green powder, he popped it open and looked around. “Do you have any wash tubs around that you could perhaps stand in?"

Confused, Bracchus led them to his bathroom, turning on the light to reveal a large, knee-high wooden tub. “Like this one?" He asked.

“Perfect." Atome said and looked at the other men. “Alright, gonna need some water to fill this up." He pointed at Bracchus. “And you, I'm gonna need you to get naked."

Bracchus felt his face go red as he stammered in surprise. “Wh-what?"

“Naked lad. As in...ready for a bath naked."

It took about half an hour for the men to carry buckets of hot water up from where they were retrieved and heated, as they poured it into the tub, Bracchus stripped down to nothing but a towel, his thick pelt of body hair serving pretty well to keep him warm as they gathered things together and finally, he watched as Atome poured the green powder into the water, causing it to instantly transition to the same color. As if to illustrate his plan, he dipped a towel into the water, and instantly caused it to turn into a green color as well. It was then that Bracchus realized what the plan was and before he knew it, he was being held in place by two of the larger dwarves, while a third snapped his towel off him and revealed a shiny metallic razor blade.

“Oh no--no no, no no no!" He objected, trying to squirm as the man carefully grabbed his naked crotch, his grip tightening to get him to hold still before dragging his razor along Bracchus' hairy body.

“Bracchus, you know that goblins are typically smooth as a baby's arse. We're just dressing you up for the part!"

“Ahh! Hahaha!" Bracchus squirmed and giggled as the razor tickled along his body, slowly tracing down his chest and his gut, making his cock bounce and bob at the more intimate grooming. His arm was pulled up and the razor passed down his arm pit, and along his side before moving to his back and shaving it clean as well.

Bracchus had six pairs of hands holding him in place as every inch of him was cleaved from his hairy body, leaving him hairless except for the thick bush still around his crotch...at least until they got to shaving that down too. This time leaving a small, slick line of hair that trailed lightly up to his belly. “Oh come on Bracchus hold still, you're making this take longer than it needs to.

“I can't... c-can't really--help it?" His voice froze as the razor came close to his face, and then started to glide along his beard. “Wa-wait! What are you doing?"

“Goblins don't grow beards! You know that. They're bald and completely different if we're going to pass you for one of them you have to commit."

“We'll leave the mustache though." Another dwarf commented. “I heard that was a sign of authority, and with the thickness of your mustache you'll have them eating out of your ass--err..hand."

“Or both..." Atome added with a smirk and winked at Bracchus as his beard was slowly removed as well as his thick, luxurious mane of dark hair on top of his head until he was completely bald from head to toe, minus some hair around his cock and the thick, draping mustache on his face.

“You know...this could be a look." Bracchus said to himself as he observed his reflection in a mirror.

“Now c'mon in the tub let's go."

Bracchus was rushed to the tub and as soon as he stepped in, he could feel the tingle of the chemicals that touched his feet. He reached down and itched them under the green water, only you pull back and realize his hands were covered in the thick, green coloring. “This is effective! How do you plan on...?"

He didn't even have a chance to answer as the men surrounding him had actually put on elbow-length latex gloves and began to move it across his exposed body. They started from the base, and slowly began to spread the paint upward. Bracchus had cupped his balls into his hands, but that did little difference as they grabbed his hands and pulled them away, another pair of hands immediately grabbing and winding around his crotch, slowly coating his expanding length in the quick drying color.

“Oh c-come on boys... it's not like I'm going to be naked around them, I'm just delivering some beer!"

“We need to make sure every inch of your skin is covered. Just in case there is a problem we can't predict." Atome said as he spread his fingers and ran them along the other dwarf's back. Going from shoulders down, cupping Bracchus' round butt, coating them in the green as well. As he brought his fingers back up, they slipped between the crack, leaving a trail of green to overwhelm his lighter tanned skin tone and making him jump about a mile into the air.

“Ack! Too far! Too far!" He exclaimed but was quickly wrestled into one place as they continued relentlessly to coat him in green.

Finally, after the painting was done, the men dressed Bracchus in a leather jerkin that clung barely to his shoulders, leaving his chest open and free under the vest-like material. A pair of tight long pants were practically painted onto his body and his mustache was immaculately groomed. It took hours but eventually Bracchus was ready to go undercover. He stood staring at himself in the mirror, silently regretting all of his life choices and getting ready to take the tankard of ale to the goblins.

As they led Bracchus back to the mining site, they let him board the elevator by himself. “Good luck lad." Atome said with a smile pressed to his face as he pushed the button, sending it slowly down into the depths of the mine.

“Good luck indeed..." He uttered to himself as he watched the light of the sky fade the further and further down he went.

He reached the bottom in just a few minutes. He adjusted the keg tighter over his shoulder and breathed out slowly as he walked. The ground felt a little different than it had the previous day, a bit more uneven as his feet scratched across it. He could hear whispering in the hidden tunnel as he approached it, as his headlamp got closer, the whispers were replaced with shushing noises and silence.

“Hello--errm..." He cleared his throat and then added a gritty coarseness to it. “Hey! Don't be goin' all quiet on my behalf. We're all friends here!"

Just then, several eyes stared at him from the darkness before moving forward as for goblins approached curiously looking him over. He was a bit taller, and a bit fatter than average goblins, but Bracchus was close enough as they looked him over head to toe and then started brushing their fingers across and tugging on his mustache.

“He seems real enough." One of them said as he moved around behind, running his fingers over the dwarf's skin, as if trying to wipe it off. “Skin's real green!"

“Oh yes. Yes. Yes. These are definitely some quality gobbo feet!" Another one said as he grabbed Bracchus' foot and hoisted it up. As goblins had a penchant for going barefoot, he did the same. The goblin then dragged his nostrils along it and rather lewdly dragged his tongue across the bare area, tickling the dwarf in disguise. “Okay. You pass."

“Whatcha got there?" Another one asked, pointing at the large keg strapped across Bracchus' back. He sniffed the air. “Smells like...beer?"

“Yes. Yes! It is beer, exactly. I made it myself in light of this wonderful discovery of my people... I mean... youse clowns down here. I thought I'd share. I got another one in the elevator if anyone wants to go grab it and help me carry it."

The goblins quickly abided by the instructions, two of them hefting the second barrel between them as they led Bracchus down into the tunnel toward the brilliant green glow of their world beyond the cave. As soon as the dwarf's feet touched the cool smooth green stones within, he knew that this dungeon was greater than anything he'd ever seen before. He gasped in awe as he looked up to the ceiling high above, the arched vaulted roof that came down and stretched across this formerly hidden world. How did they get here, how did they survive for so many years how is it they were...all male?

To Bracchus' surprise, as the goblins led him deeper and deeper into the tunnels of this dungeon, he began to realize that everyone was male. Some were half dressed, some were all the way dressed. While some preferred to have their asses hanging out, others were more reserved and dressed in robes and toga-cloths. Eventually, he was led to the domed center of this hidden world and forced to bow to the floor in front of the largest goblin he'd ever seen.

He was seated on a large throne at the center of the domed portion of their city. He had a tall coiffed head of hair that fell over to one side, his crimson beady eyes staring intently at him as Bracchus noticed the receding hairline that gave the front of his hair more of a horseshoe appearance. Bracchus cleared his throat and bowed. His throat remembering that voice he'd created before. “Ohhhh am I addressin' the king of the goblins here? A rather handsome man I must say."

“I like you." He replied with a squint and a wide grin. “What is your business in our realm and how'd you make it past the dwarves guarding our entrance?"

“I come bearing good tidings. Two amazing barrels of my finest crafted beer as... as a peace offering!" He smiled wide.

The goblin's grin widened. “Well then! Why didn't you say so? Come my friends! Let us partake of our good friend's generosity! On to the party pyre!"

“The...party pyre?"

Bracchus felt himself suddenly swept away by the goblins surrounding the “king's" throne and as he and his large barrel of liquid were escorted through the streets, it was only a matter of minutes until a large plume of fire was in view. He could see chaotic revelry in the distance. Goblins dancing, bobbing, chanting to the fire and ...and kissing? These goblins were completely naked and their party seemed to get even more chaotic as his rum had arrived Both barrels were thrown to a pile and the king made sure to tap his kegs first. In a fit of partying, the king removed his robes, revealing a thick, naked green body which then proceeded to dance around the gigantic ball of flame at the center of the square. Twenty, no thirty men surrounded him and began to grab at his clothes. He could hear them tearing the fabric, ripping his shirt off down the front center and casting it to the fire. They did the same to his pants, tearing it off by grabbing the pockets and ripping and rending them until he was naked as a green jaybird. He shrieked and covered himself but as the goblins began to drink from his taps, and to offer him some, his inhibitions weakening as he began to hear and to dance along with their chaotic music. He had been drawn down to his underwear and even that didn't last long as one goblin grabbed the waistband and pushed him to his hands and knees in front of everyone. The goblin's sharp fingernails made short work of his breeches, ripping them apart with a mere flick of his wrists and grabbing his ass. He spread Bracchus' cheeks apart and suddenly he could feel the goblin's tongue invading his cleft. At first, the dwarf was shocked and worried he might taste something a little strange. But nothing really happened; only the feeling of a thick, long tongue forcing its way past his tight entrance and push in deep. He felt the goblin's nails drag along his smooth, shiny ass and then grab hold like grabbing a pair of stress relief balls in his palms and squeezing the life out of them. Bracchus yelped and his body jolted, but he pushed his ass into him. Moaning as the man's eager fingers tickled along his table. He pulled Bracchus' cheeks like they were balls of cotton candy, his tongue swirling around his hole deeper and harder than he'd ever felt before.

“Oh fuck!" Bracchus exclaimed as the goblin's dart like tongue seized control of his ass, forcing itself in so hard and so deep that he felt his entire body tingle, his cock previously flaccid was suddenly throbbing and at its standard three-times size growth as he felt the goblin invade him deep.

Suddenly, all those that had been drinking heavily from Bracchus' barrels stopped to stare. His eyes darted around the room of eyes settling on him, some of them fondling themselves, some of them cheering on either him or the goblin eating his ass out. A sudden jolt of pain shot through him, and he looked back at the bemused expression on the king's face as he too brought his face to Bracchus' goblin-disguised ass and began to press his tongue inward with the other goblin's. Bracchus' fingers grabbed at the ground under him and he trembled, the deep penetrations of their tongues causing him to start to leak and drip from him. More soon surrounded him and before he knew it he had more hands on his ass and balls than he'd ever expected. Laughter was being shared and a sudden kiss from another goblin male enveloped him in the scent of his own beer, now working for him instead of against him. Their tongues entangled in passion as he felt another tongue roaming up his balls, and another goblin sliding under him to engulf his cock in his mouth. This goblin was smaller with a purple head of hair and a purple patch of hair on his chest that looked like an upside down eagle from his angle. He gasped as he felt this goblin's mouth wrap around the tip of his cock and felt its warmth wrap up tight to the hilt of his flesh. He let out a muffled moan, his lips sloppily dropping the erect flesh back to the owner's stomach. He bent his head down, craning his neck to recapture the phallus. He slurped and slobbered, not really caring now about what was happening.

The two goblins that had been kissing Bracchus looked at one another, then grabbed his head, jamming their own cocks directly into his face. Bracchus hummed lustfully and sat up enough to grab two other cocks angling in toward his front. He tightened his lips around each one, one at a time, sliding them eagerly to the back of his throat as the lust began to take over. Hedripped his saliva all over their flesh, causing them to drip like faucets down onto the man under them.

Eventually, the goblin and the king behind him began to withdraw their tongues and the king pushed his pulsing member right up to Bracchus' entrance. Bracchus gasped and sighed feeling it push against him. “W-wait!" He exclaimed. “I-I'm in charge here! You see? My mustache! It commands authority! Y-You have to listen to me!"

“Oh no, my friend." The king purred as his body laid across Bracchus' back, allowing him to turn the man's face to face him he chuckled. “Mustaches represent virility! Not authority!"

“Guh! Damn it Atome!" He cursed to himself.

“Open wide!" One of the front facing goblins announced as he grabbed Bracchus by the head and pulled his mouth open, sliding his thick green cock inside. It was immediately followed by a second one as the king slammed hard and deep into his ass. Bracchus gargled in lust, tasting the goblin cock now driving into his throat and the other one slamming into his ass. Soon a second cock met him on both ends and with no hesitation, they both drove hard and heavy into him, making him howl in pleasure.

Then a second cock began to drag along his ass, he glanced back to see that the second goblin; the one who started this before the king joined in was now pushing his cock against the king's to get into him. Bracchus wasn't sure if it was the alcohol influencing him, or if it was just a shameless moment of sluttiness, but he pushed his hips back, driving both cocks deep into his hole. Both men grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way onto them like he were a sort of cock sleeve. He hissed and slobbered through his mouth, his nose carrying every moan and lustful cry as his burning precum drained down the throat of the man under him. He wetly sloshed his mouth between the two standing cocks in front of him, and the third one under him, standing upright like a tree trunk which he would quickly grapple with a hand and then salivate to slide it easily down his throat. “Mmmhhh! Nnnn!" He grasped tighter switching between partners so fast that he could hardly keep up. The sounds of the goblins fucking him were also getting harder, and more eager The echo of their flesh slapping together began to fill the chambers, overpowering even the loudest music around them.. Bracchus' toes curled, he wanted to cum so badly now and he felt himself losing his thoughts as they continued to indulge in him.

Groups around them had broken off in their own filthy groupings, some of them would come by and offer Bracchus a taste of their cocks. The king was still going strong behind him, but as the other goblin finished and withdrew two more took his place. One of them laying on the ground beside the one under him, as he hoisted his hips up and began to fuck him there, while the other stood beside the king, sliding his warm thick, hunk of flesh deep into Bracchus' hole. It was a cycle that would repeat again if the couldn't put a stop to this. But he didn't want to, he needed to have sex with all these goblins. Their bodies, their livelihoods all related directly to this moment between them.

“HUUUUAHHHH!" The goblin king bellowed, suddenly cranking out pump after pump of hot seed deep into Bracchus' ass. Bracchus howled out passionately, his body trembling, his entrance tightening which sent the second one off too.

This was enough, Bracchus climaxed hard, his cum shooting thick, hard ropes of seed deep into the other goblin's gullet That goblin plus the two force feeding him their cocks all went off at once Splashing Bracchus from below, then the other two beginning to coat his mouth with their thick, salty spunk that shot hard down his throat, forcing him to swallow relentless waves again and again, and again.

This went on repeating for hours now. Bracchus had lost all sense of time to the endless orgy, dozens of cocks, dozens of climaxes, showers and sprays of cum. He wasn't sure when had finally passed out, sometime late in the night. All he remembered was waking up in a great big pile of goblins at some point, his face rested under the touching, curling toes of their king. All of them males, all of them happily content in fucking and playing with other men. If it weren't so enjoyable, he himself would have laughed about it. But eventually the king had agreed to the conditions of using the mine.

“Look! There!"

Berus had jumped at the sound of his nephew's exclamation. Looking to the elevators everyone could see Bracchus emerging into the light. Limping, grunting, completely naked as he delivered the good news; finally it was time for him to return home. After giving them the news of the agreements they had made, Bracchus returned home on the arm of Atome as they entered the house, Bracchus went directly to the showers while Atome waited outside the room.

“You know, you're a hero, right Bracchus? The man who saved an entire mine from a colony of invading goblins!"

“Aye...aye they'll be singing songs of my depravity for centuries to come I'm sure...nnhh...! What the...?"

“Is everything okay in there?"

“F-Fine, fine." Bracchus admitted from the other side of the door. I can't seem to be able to get this green off my skin though..."

“Oh." Atome said after a pause. “Well...you won't be able to..."

Slowly, a naked and now wet Bracchus emerged from the bathroom, just his head and shoulder visible. “What...do ye mean... I won't be able to?"

“Well...you know I wanted a compound that couldn't be easily rubbed off... so the goblins wouldn't be able to see you easily."

“Are you saying..." He paused to collect his breath. “Are you saying this shit is fuckin' PERMANENT?!?" His voice peaked so high that it could have cracked glass, the sound made Atome wince.

“W-well...no not exactly. But it's sort of imprinted on your skin. It'll come out but...it'll be as your skin flakes off. You know... naturally. So... maybe a year?"

“Are you..." He sighed in frustration, his hand shaking. “Are you saying I'm gonna be green all over, unable to grow my hair, unable to grow my BEARD, for a whole... fuckin' YEAR?"

Atome cringed and nodded. “I'm afraid so..."

“Lad...if I were you...I'd get me a drink...right... FUCKIN' NOW!!!"

With that, Atome jumped and ran to fill Bracchus' orders, fleeing downstairs in the hopes of finding something--anything to help calm the man's nerves as Bracchus turned and stared at himself in the mirror. “You have got to be fuckin' kiddin' me..." He gave a groan of frustration.

THE END