Page 29 of Steel & Thunder
I can’t hold back the laugh before I answer. “Seriously? Why do you care?”
“I told you I would take care of you, David.” He looks thoughtful but serious. “I meant that.”
“Then how about you untie me and let me go?” That at least earns me a chuckle. Can’t blame me for trying.
“Have I been feeding you well?” I nod my head yes. “Other than a sore and slightly bruised rump, have you been injured?” I shake my head no. “Then what exactly is the problem?”
“I dunno, maybe that I’m naked and tied over this bench with three strange orcs behind me probably staring at my ass,” I deadpan over my stretched arm.
“Oh, they are definitely staring at your ass.” A hand rubs my butt appreciatively. “I cannot say I blame them. It is a very nice ass. Why is that a problem?”
Is he serious? “Because in human cities we don’t strip naked in public!” Among other things we don’t do in public!
“We are not in a human city,” he points out. “You spent all day walking around on a leash. Other than deferring to me, did anyone treat you differently or poorly?”
I mean, I guess he’s not wrong. I haven’t exactly had a ton of chances to talk to anyone by myself, but the people I have met haven’t been shitty. Most have acted as if there isn’t anything out of the ordinary at all. I even remember seeing those other slaves on leashes in the market...but so what? The city treats slaves well. Not sure that’s something I’d put in the travel brochure.
“I still don’t want to do this.” Nothing could make me want to be here, tied up and exposed like this.
“I know.” There’s that sad smile again. “But you are going to.” And then he’s standing and moving back behind me. “I think you may actually enjoy some of this.”
I snort. Fat chance. I close my eyes, tensing as I wait for the first blow. So when a cold, wet finger suddenly prods at my ass, I yelp. I try to swivel my head around and see what’s going on, but with my arms stretched like this, I can only see part of his upper body. After finding my hole, what I’m guessing is a finger breaches me slowly, something cold and slick helping to ease the entry. I hiss, the soreness bringing back the memories of yesterday I’d been trying hard to forget.
“What are you doing!?” Is he going to fuck me? Is that the punishment?!
“Hush,” the orc shushes me as he continues to push his finger into me.
I whimper when I feel his bottom knuckle against my hole. Once it’s inserted to the hilt, he slowly pumps his finger in and out. That whimper turns into a groan at the burn of finger #2 joining the first, fuck. Not sure I prefer this over a spanking. Sure, there’s less pain, but there’s also three strangers behind me watching me get fingered. I’ve also only known the orc doing the fingering for less than a day and a half, which doesn’t exactly make him any less of a stranger.
At some point after the second finger, things start to feel good. My cock starts to fatten up, pointing straight down and trapped against the bench. If I didn’t know how big his dick was, I’d tell him to just shove it in and get it over with. Fuck, I’m trying to tell myself to be thankful for this, but when he scissors his fingers apart like that, it makes me wanna climb off the table. In a good or bad way, I’m not sure.
The fingers are pulled from me, and I brace myself for what comes next. So I yelp for a second time when instead of an orc cock, something cold and blunt is poking at my hole. Not that I want an orc cock poking at me!
“What is that!?” I futilely try to crane my neck again and receive another shush and a light smack on the ass.
“I can get you a gag if you need one.” The threat has me keeping my grumbling to myself.
The object is pushed deeper inside me, growing wider as it does. I do my best to suppress a groan once it starts to stretch me more than his fingers, the rest of it suddenly sliding in, my hole closing around the other end. For a moment I’m worried I’m about to lose whatever it is up there, but there’s something wide and solid preventing whatever it is from going any deeper. Damn, do I feel full though.
“This is a plug. We looked at them earlier,” Ironstorm explains as he taps on it, knocking it against something sensitive inside me and sending small jolts through my body. “They are made to help keep you stretched, among other things.”
I remember what he’s talking about now, next to all the fake dicks. It feels weird to be, well, plugged. Once the burn of the stretch is gone, I mostly just feel...stuffed. I think about trying to push it out of me, but not only do I get the feeling that the orc wouldn’t like that, I’m also not sure pushing something out of my ass is the defiant gesture I want it to be.
“How are you feeling?” My captor walks around so I can see him again.
“I don’t know.” Why is he asking me this? “Fine, I guess? Full?”
“How does your ass feel?” Is he fishing for something?
“Sore.” I narrow my eyes as best I can like this.
“Inside, or out?” The question makes me blush before I can answer.
“...Both,” I mumble into my arm.
“Thank you for telling me.” He gives me a warm smile. “We will put some more of the salve on when we get home. You will likely need it.”
I don’t like the sound of that, and I can already feel my body tensing up again when he leaves my line of vision. My hole clenches around the plug, which sends a signal to my brain that is half-pleasure, half-pain, and not at all confusing. Will he just hurry up and get this over with already?!
