Page 41 of Steel & Thunder
What’s happening?
Slowly, things come back into focus, and I see the blurry green form between my legs standing. He swipes some of the cum from my stomach, wrapping the slick hand around his own dick. I hear him curse in Orcish as he jerks himself over my body, chest and stomach sweaty and breathing deeply as he works. With a roar, his cock explodes, painting my body and adding his own sticky seed to mine. He stands over me, chest heaving and hard dick still bouncing, the both of us riding an endorphin high even greater than we got from all the running today. I look down at my body, covered from thigh to neck in white.
“I think I’m gonna need another shower,” I say, too worn out to keep the stupid grin off my face as I look over my body and up to him. The same stupid grin on his tells me he agrees.
Chapter Eleven
I sleep soundly, at least until the very warm and very firm pillow I’m using decides it’s time to get up. I grumble, reaching my arm out in an attempt to hold it in place. Five more minutes. I was dreaming about flying through a thunderstorm, narrowly dodge the lightning as it struck around me. It was a lot more relaxing than it sounds. A small huff of laughter at my act is what finally pulls me back to the land of the living.
“As much as I would like to continue sleeping, I believe we have an appointment to see your friends today, pup.” His words are teasing, but the hand rubbing my back feels so good...
My eyes open and slowly adjust to the morning light. It’s earlier than we’ve woken up the last few days. We’re in the center of the bed with me on top of him, for once intentionally. After our run-and-fun yesterday, we had a pretty quiet evening. After I took another shower, Sir wanted to go over training positions again before dinner. Then after we had steak (fucking steak!), it was time for bed.
After what we’d just done on the bed (and the fact that we always seem to end up there anyway), keeping up my protests about the sleeping arrangements seemed dumb, so I just met him in the middle and didn’t really think much about it. Or tried not to, at least. I roll onto my back and stretch my arms and legs. He’s right; I get to see my friends today. Before they’re sentenced to spend the next few months in a prison while I sleep in a warm bed and eat steak.
With a ruffle of my hair (I really need a haircut), Khazak stretches his own limbs and slides out of bed to walk to the bathroom. After I hear him finish peeing, I get up so I can do the same. While relieving myself, I look over to see him putting lather on his face in a few places while holding a small (for him) straight razor. He brings it up to his face, swiping it just above his cheek, removing the few days of accumulated stubble. He’s cleaning up his beard.
“Everything alright?” He looks over to me. Didn’t realize I was staring.
“Do you have another one of those, or can I use that when you’re done?” I reach up to run my hand over my chin. I haven’t shaved in over a week.
“Are you sure?” He reaches the razor-free hand over and runs his thumb along my chin. “I rather like you with a beard.”
“I mean I... I guess I could keep it.” Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here. “If you think it looks good.”
“I will assist you when I finish.” He smiles and finishes evening out his beard line while I watch. When he’s done with that, he grabs a small pair of scissors and trims the rest of his beard. After washing his face and running a towel over it, he checks himself in the mirror before washing off the razor and turning to me. “Alright, your turn, pup.”
I walk over to him, expecting to face the mirror. Instead, he turns me to face himself then lifts me to sit on the counter. I guess by “assist,” he meant “do it for me.” That’s fine. I’ve never used a straight razor before and it is a little intimidating. He brushes the shaving cream onto my face and neck.
“It should go without saying, but you need to remain still while I do this,” says the big scary orc holding the very sharp blade. I nod once stiffly before he brings it in close.
“As I told you yesterday, there will be situations in which I will need you to follow certain protocol.” He starts with my cheeks as he speaks. “Today is one of those situations. You will not need to worry about kneeling, but we will be in a room with many of my peers and superiors. I would very much appreciate it if you were on your best behavior. It may even help your friends.”
I give a questioning look with my eye as he moves to work on my neck.
“Do you remember what Brull said about word of you and I around town?” He’s not looking for an actual response. “The council member presiding over the case today—Councilman Bloodfield—has an avakesh of his own and is known to have something of a soft-spot for them when they are involved in a case. Seeing you well-behaved next to me may tug at those heartstrings and do your friends some good.” He finishes with my neck and steps back to look over his work. “Alright, wash your face and have a look.”
I hop off the counter and wash up, drying my face with the towel handed to me. Not bad. I mean, it’s only been a week, but after another I could actually have a half decent beard. Hopefully the judge-guy likes it too. Not sure I believe a guy with a name like “Bloodfield” has a soft-spot for anything.
“Thank you. It looks great.” I admire myself in the mirror for a moment more before running my hand through the mop of hair on my head. “I need a haircut.”
“We can certainly see about taking care of that soon.” A green hand reaches out to smooth out my hair.
We finish taking care of our bathroom needs before we’re back in the bedroom getting dressed. Ironstorm picks out a simple outfit for me while pulling out the leathers I remember seeing him wearing when I first met him. His uniform. Certain parts are emblazoned with an emblem that looks like an Orcish symbol surrounded by trees. It takes him a lot longer to get dressed than I do, but uh, I don’t really mind watching. He certainly fills it out; everything about him in uniform screams “Sir.”
You’re learning new things about yourself every day, David.
When he’s finished, he looks himself over in the mirror one final time before grabbing my leash. I mentally sigh but keep it to myself as we move to the living room. He grabs some jerky from the kitchen, handing me a piece and saying, “We will have an actual meal when we get home.” I bite into it as we go outside, not minding the taste, but I have been pretty spoiled when it comes to food lately. I wonder what’s for lunch.
We pass through the park for the third time this week, and walking past the statues as we enter the building feels a lot more intimidating than it did the first time. We pause before we walk up the steps, Ironstorm turning to me.
“Okay, pup. Behave.” His look is only slightly pleading.
“I will, Sir.” The idea that I could fuck something up worse for my friends is an effective deterrent from acting out right now.
We walk through the open doors of the tribal hall, the interior just as busy as it was last time. Our path isn’t nearly as long this time. We take a right when we enter, and after a short distance down the hall, we walk through another set of double doors on our left into what I guess is the orc equivalent of a courtroom. There are a number of benches directly in front of us, and on the far side of the room, a set of large tables. Behind the largest one is a fairly old-looking orc in dark robes, currently engaged in conversation with the person next to him.
In the back left corner of the room, I see a cage containing my four friends. I also see that tall, red-headed orc from the jail, Redwish. The one that called himself our “advocate.” The one that made it seem like the whole “Steel & Thunder” thing was a hell of a lot different than what I actually went through. My hands clench into fists, but I fight the urge to walk over. Causing a scene will not help anyone right now. Instead, I turn to Ironstorm, hoping to get his attention while he silently scans the room.
