Page 72 of Steel & Thunder
My jaw is really getting sore, but I wouldn’t complain even if I could, and things are starting to get messy. I can feel the drool that’s been pooling leaking down the sides of my mouth, even dripping onto my chest. The hand in my hair is gripping me tightly, and I don’t even attempt to move on my own, content for my owner to move me how he pleases.
My jaw and throat get a rest when I am pulled off of his cock completely, only to be shoved face first into his balls. I groan as the scent of his musk overwhelms me.
“Lick,” comes the single-word command.
I press my face farther into him, testing these new waters with small, tentative licks. His skin tastes salty but not unpleasant, and combined with his natural scent, it doesn’t take long to drive me crazy. Soon I’m practically bathing his testicles with my tongue, eagerly lapping at one and then the other, his hair lightly scratching at my face. Above me, I can hear the steady schlick of his hand stroking up and down his cock, lubricated with my saliva. I manage to suck one his balls into my mouth entirely, clumsily attempting to run my tongue along it in my overstuffed mouth. I repeat this on his other side, before the hand is back in my hair, and I am pulled away once more.
Khazak stuffs his cock back into my mouth and resumes the pace of our earlier face-fucking like it never ceased. It only takes me a second to adjust, then I’m right back in it with him, his cock stretching my mouth and throat each time I’m plunged down. Just about the only other thing I can think of is how hard I am. I bet it’ll only take a few strokes before I explode everywhere.
I suddenly hear a growl from above me, and the hand in my hair slows my movements. Then I feel his dick getting even bigger, and I’m pulled back until only a couple of inches remain inside. A green hand reaches down to wrap around the rest of the appendage, and as the first salty shot hits my tongue, I realize he’s cumming.
The hand in my hair tenses with each shot, holding me in place as my mouth fills up rapidly. The salty taste is familiar, and I try to swallow as fast as I can, but there’s just too much, and some winds up leaking out of the side of my mouth—and he’s still not done shooting. There are more growls and shudders as he finishes before he releases my head and allows me to pull all the way off and catch my breath. Hey, no choking this time!
I’m quickly pulled up from my knees and onto his lap, his mouth finding mine as my arms wrap around his neck. No way he can’t taste himself after that. His hands find my ass and squeeze the sore flesh, making me whimper into the kiss. My dick is rock hard and the added pain coming from my butt being manipulated only seems to make it harder. I am so fucked up, and I so don’t care.
“Does my puppy want to cum?” His voice is low and hot in my ear. One of the hands on my ass moves around to grasp my dick, making me hump up into it.
“Yes pleaaaaase, Sir.” I try to grind against his stomach.
“Then it is a shame he is still being punished.” He’s what now? The hand leaves my dick as fast as it came in.
“What?” My eyes shoot open and I’m met with a smirk. What!?
“I do not believe I stuttered.” Both hands are back on my ass, making me squirm.
Without thinking, I bring one of my own down to my dick. “Touch that and you will regret it.” I freeze.
“But... But—!” I look from his face to my dick and then back. “You can’t be serious!”
He leans into my ear again. “I told you I do not enjoy being manipulated, David.” He pulls back to speak to me in a normal voice. “I think this will serve as a good reminder. Besides, you did say you enjoyed when I was the one ‘calling the shots,’ correct?”
My hand is only inches from my dick, and it would be so easy to grab it and finish myself off. Especially since everything he’s saying is still turning me on. I want to cum so badly, but being told I can’t is only making me harder. Fuck. With a frustrated huff, I let my hand drop to the side.
“Good boy.” He leans forward to give me a gentle kiss. “If you can manage to behave yourself today, there will be a reward waiting for you when we get home.”
That perks my interest. I (and my ass) remember the last time he rewarded me with his tongue. I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then it is time to get ready for your first day.” He slides me off his lap and stands, grabbing his alarm and putting it back in its drawer. He showed me it before bed last night. It looks like a sundial on one side, and you just turn the ridge in the center to point to your desired wake up time, and that’s it. The sound it makes is a lot more pleasant than any alarm I’ve used in the past.
Khazak leads the way to the bathroom, making us shower separately so there aren’t any distractions, and I pout while taking the first one. He takes care of trimming his beard and brushing his teeth, and when I’m done showering, we swap.
We move back to the bedroom to get dressed. I don’t really think anything of Khazak pulling out a simple blue shirt and brown pants for me, but the flash of nervousness I catch on his face when he adds a blue thong to the pile clues me in that something is up. He’s not testing me, but he doesn’t know if this is something I’m okay with. We didn’t talk about it yesterday.
Lucky for him these things kinda grew on me. He kinda grew on me. I reach forward and grab the thong, slipping it on wordlessly with a shy smile, and making him relax while he pulls on the leather armor that makes up his uniform. The big contrast between our outfits makes me remember how we met. I suddenly find myself wondering if I need to be better equipped for the day.
After making a joke about how I’ve already been fed, we have a really quick breakfast of grilled fish (again). When we’re finished, we grab some of Rurig’s leftovers for lunch and make our way to the station. The walk there is busy; everyone we pass seems to want to greet Khazak now that he’s in his full uniform. Most don’t pay me any mind.
I can see the station off in the distance, and as we approach the building, I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The last two times I was here weren’t for anything good. I can only imagine what the orcs inside have been saying about me in the time since. The idea that I’ll be working here is also bringing back some choice memories of the academy I’d rather just stay buried.
Sensing my discomfort, Khazak leans over and puts a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “It will be alright, David. Clean slate, remember?”
I nod. I remember. I’m just not sure his co-workers will be as forgiving as he is.
When we walk inside, everyone seems to freeze, all eyes turning to Captain Ironstorm. They all stand, eager to greet their leader as he returns to work. I try to hang back silently, but it’s not long before the attention is turned to me. I’m introduced to orc after orc: Officer Boldhammer, Ranger Bronzeaxe, Officer Frostsong. I really try to remember everyone’s names, but there’s just no way I’m going to get them all.
Everything goes pretty well until I’m face to face with two rangers that look oddly familiar, and I realize it’s because they’re the two orcs I fought back in the ruins. Rangers Deepfist and Firedrum don’t look terribly impressed to see me, but both seem to accept my stammered-out apology, probably because their boss is right behind me. Eventually we reach the back of the building, and the new faces stop appearing. Khazak pokes his head into an open office and waves while I stand back.
“Ragnar.” Khazak turns to look at me. “I think you will remember Deputy Captain Rockfang.”
