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The battlefield blazes with blood, the steel of swords gleam in the moonlight and the cries of countless men can be heard. The battle to retake Bozja has begun in earnest, and while the men fight hard all day, everyone needs a break from war. The beastly Hrothgar race comprise most of the rebellion's forces, and they are naturally very horny men. When all they see in the battlefield is the body of a fellow man, they start to get disposition towards each other. More often than not, Hrothgar have to lug about their half-hard dicks in the midst of the fight and when they finally get a moment's break, it's not uncommon for a group of Hrothgar to break apart and go their separate ways for a while to find a quiet corner to cum into.

All too often Imperial scouts run into a sweating Hrothgar whose pants were down to his ankles, hand planted on the wall, steadying themselves as they squeeze and masturbate their fat cocks for all their worth.

Rather than calling for reinforcements, the Imperial scout would get a good eyeful of that fat furry ass before waltzing up to the Hrothgar in question, prodding his back.

"Need some help there, big guy?" He would ask, voice shaking in worry to the fear of if this hunky beast would see his uniform, he would execute him on the spot.

"At least I got to see a Hrothgar semi-naked before I die," he would think, but when the yellow-furred hunk faced him, the Hrothgar just chuckled a 'heh', his tongue still lolling out, dripping spit as he whacked his cock endlessly, head lolling back in bliss.

"Please…" his deep voice groaned, pleaded for the curious Hyur to wrap his hands around the throbbing sweaty shaft.

The scout nearly came in his pants then and there. The Hrothgar's cock was as big and thick as he expected, deliciously uncut, and it seemed that it's owner could barely take his hands off it. His balls were gigantic, pretty much the size of a human fist, covered in his same beautiful yellow fur tint, seeming full to the brim with cum - the balls had real weight to them, and they kept swinging like pendulums under the force of his long strokes.

The scout swallowed the nerves in his throat and looked to Hrothgar's snarling face.

The Hrothgar had a wicked smile across his face and his eyes were blazing with lust. It was clear that instinct override these men very easily, as the Imperial scout knows that the Bozjan resistance is a very serious affair and not to be taken lightly, but if he knew that so many Hrothgar soldiers needed a quick jerk off, by the gods, he would help them.

But, still... He knew that things must return to how they were, should he escape with his life after this endeavour. At some point he will cross this very same Hrothgar in battle and be forced to kill him.

The Hrothgar noticed the sadness emanating from the Hyur and frowned.

"Why the long face? It isn't every day you get to see a Hrothgar shoot a fat load."

That cheered him up, plastering a wicked smile on his face.

"The name's Girth Master. That's what the lads call me in the barracks anyway." The Hrothgar's gruff voice shot him back to his senses.

"Right, of course, no names..." he pondered, knowing full well the implications of this encounter.

The fapping ceased and 'Girth Master' was looking upon him with equal parts anticipation and worry.

"It would seem human senses could rule over instinct after all..." the scout mused.

The scout was thinking of a suitable name to call himself in the midst of all this, but as soon as he gazed back upon the fat monster of a cock this Hrothgar stud has, any chance of procuring an unremarkable name under the slew of Hrothgar-dick fantasy thoughts failed him.

"Hrothgar Slave." He blurted out.

Girth's expression returned to warmness and his still-hard cock throbbed with joy.

"Slave," he blurted out with a smirk, then playfully shook the human's shoulder.

"Short and simple. Guess that explains why you didn't kill me while I was trying to lose some steam."

Slave removed his helmet, exposing himself to the blood-scented wind of the Bozjan battlefield. He was a Hyur, maybe around his early 20s, that had long-flowing grey hair. And, right now, his eyes were focused on that cock before him.

He knelt down and steadied his hands against the strong bulky thighs of Girth. He took one of his fat furry nuts in the palm of his hand, warm to the touch and brought his face ever closer to them until his nose was buried between the middle of both his hanging nuts, oozing out a steady earthy musk.

Slave could hear Girth let out a low growl above him. It's obviously been a while since anyone has bothered to serve his cock.

Slave swept his hands through the Hrothgar's bushy pubes and caressed his furry ass for a bit while he buried his nose in that musky aromatic bush, then jammed a finger up his tight hole.

Girth moaned out in pleasure and pushed his hips forward in Slave's nose, an obvious sign that he was doing well. The best kind of sex is one when you don't have to speak, Slave knows this much from sucking all kinds of cocks in the barracks. But a Hrothgar? It's simply a dream come true.

As he pulled back from Girth's untrimmed cock bush, he eyefucked his body. Large, bulging muscles. Veins travelling down his biceps. Thighs strong and powerful. A nice thick treasure trail and chest hair to put the most manliest of human at shame...

Slave took in the shape of this Hrothgar's hulking and tall body. His pants were shoved down, exposing his bulging thick thighs. His battle coat was unzipped and swinging open in the air, affording the lucky Hyur a good look at his dark blonde treasure trail and lush hair atop his pecs that contrasted gently with his bright yellow fur.

"What's the problem, runt?" He said in his deep voice.

Girth noticed the human staring at his hairy chest and smirked. He pushed his coat open and chest out for him.

"Lick my hairy nipples." He pushed Slave's head down and almost immediately his drooling mouth enclosed around those juicy-looking nipples, his hand planted firmly against his soft brittly pec for support. Slave's other hand was busy weighing the Hrothgar's heavy nuts.

Content with all the foreplay, Girth hauled the twinkish Hyur up by the scruff of his neck and planted him against the wall in one swift motion. In an instant, Slave was looking back at the dark snarling face of Girth, his beard getting soaked with his own drool, who looked like he was about ready to fuck the life out of him. And that is exactly what he was going to do. Slave turned away to face the wall like his master asked and almost immediately he felt that big Hrothgar cock jam up his backside. Girth panted and grunted in his ear as he was humping at the Hyur's soft end. Slave moaned and put his hand against the Hrothgar's hairy ass as he was getting railed, just begging him to go deeper. The Hrothgar's bush was now rutting up against his ass, the sound of heavy whacks and thrusts filling their ears. Slave could feel that bush every time the stud dared to hilt his fat cock inside him, and it was amazing. His own cock had long since exploded into a torrent of jizz just from the simple fact that he was being mated by a man of his dreams, his own cum flowing down his smooth twinkish thighs, but Girth would press on - quite literally - until Slave's world was nothing but blurriness and the sound of a gruff Hrothgar man explaining about how much he loves his tight hole.

When his heavy balls pressed up tightly against him, and he could feel his chest press down on him, Girth grunted out some incoherent words about how he would love to pay the human for his service and take him in, and then his cock exploded with cum inside of the Hyur's tight hole. Slave was filled with a deep feeling of satisfaction as he felt ropes of virile Hrothgar jizz expel themselves into him.

But, still, Girth was thrusting - heavy nuts slapping against the Hyur's smaller ass, making sure that his human slave is bred to the brim with copious amounts of Hrothgar semen, a sickly 'sclurp' sound echoing across the walls as he hilted his massive cock in his ass once again, making sure that the precious semen of a man far stronger and manlier than him will never seep out of his stretched twink hole.

"Damn tight snatch!" The Hrothgar groaned out, gritting his teeth, and pushing Slave's head against the wall as he pumped his last few loads of semen inside him.

Slave couldn't even bring himself to speak, he was, on all accounts, fucked silly. His mind was just swimming in the scent of this powerful male, like he was drugged up.

Girth noticed how weak and frail Slave was in his hands and carefully wrapped both of his bulky arms around him, the human's feet only reaching mid-way down the Hrothgar's sweaty thighs and head pressed up against his grumbling throat.

"Now tell me," the Hrothgar placed two fingers in Slave's drooling mouth.

"I'm not one to be scummy like this, but, fuck, you're useful. How about I pay you for information and you can be our bunk slave?"

Another thrust.

"Barracks full of Hrothgar, I mean. Your happy place," he smirked and Slave moaned around his fingers.

"Fu-Fuuuck yes…"

Taking that incoherent mumbling as a satisfactory agreement, Girth gently pulled back from Slave's tight, now absolutely demolished, hole, a torrent of cum splashing down on the gritty floor in its wake, and kindly placed the trembling Hyur on the floor while he rummaged through his bag.

Sure, he was his sex slave now, but Girth had a habit of treating men who pleased him like humans.

Slave opened his eyes to a bunch of Bozjan clothes being thrown down upon him.

"Here, put these on."

Slave, as exhausted as he was, needed a little help from the big Hrothgar to get changed into them.

When he was suitably attired, Slave cleared his throat, tried to ignore the empty feeling in his ass and said:

"I-I, uh, I come from Bozja, you know."

You Hrothgar turned and walked up to him with a kind smile, ruffling his hair.

"Even better you know," then shoved him in a playful headlock.

"We gotta get some muscle on you lad!"

Slave blushed and tried not to look too excited about a bunch of horny hung Hrothgar training him and fucking him for the days to come.