Page 27 of Storms & Sacrifice
“Yeah, and were you going to let me in on it at any point?” Both orcs look at me, eyebrows quirkedup. “Sir.”
“I thought we would start with stripping him and putting in the new tail,” Sir responds to Brull but makes eye contact with me as he talks. “Then we could tie and edge him in a few different positions and try a little flogging before the finale.”
“Sounds good to me.” Brull replies, both orcs eyeing me like a piece of meat.
“What do you think, David?” Khazak turns to me.
“I... I don’t even know half of what you just said.” Despite that, I’m stillturned on.
“Do you trust me?” He walks forward intomy space.
“...Yes?” Brull bellows a laugh at myresponse.
“Are you sure?” Khazak jokingly asks. “I promise you will enjoy this, pup. None of this is a punishment. It is meant to be a fun and enjoyable experience, one I trust Brull to be a part of. But if at any point it feels like it is becoming too much, I want you to say the word ‘jailbreak,’ and everything will stop.”
“I trust you, Sir.” I nod before pondering his word choice. “...Jailbreak, really?”
“I wanted something I would be sure you would not forget.” He grins cheekily. “Shall we greet ouraudience?”
The three of us walk back outside to a burst of applause that grows as we climb onto the stage. Brull moves forward to address the crowd, and I look over at Khazak as he unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off dramatically when he’s finished. I get why we overdressed now.
“Thank you all for coming to Flamemaul’s!” Brull begins.I don’t think I knew that was his last name.“As many of you know, Captain Khazak Ironstorm is a close personal friend, and today he has agreed to give a public demonstration on proper avakesh use and aftercare. I have of course provided all the equipment you see here myself, so please enjoy the show, and make sure you buy something! Remember, for all your leather and bondage needs, come see Flamemaul!”
“Strip,” comes the order from Sir once Brull has finished advertising himself, and I move to obey. “Pantsas well.”
That part of the order has me blushing, and once I have my shirt off, Khazak takes it from me so I can kneel down to take care of my shoes. By the time those are both off, Khazak, Brull, and the entire audience are now staring at me. I stand, hesitating slightly before taking a deep breath and going for my belt. I hear a few shouts and whistles as I pull off my pants, exposing the blue jockstrap Sir put me in, but I ignore them and dutifully hand them off to my owner. After setting our clothes to the side, Sir grabs my harness, pulling me into him for adeep kiss.
“Inspection,” comes the next order when we break apart.
I move into position, legs sliding apart slightly as my hands come up to cup the back of my neck. I face the audience, since I assume that’s kind of the point, doing my best not to focus on any one face as they stare at me standing here in nothing but a collar, harness, and jockstrap. At least until I see Nylan in the crowd, standing next to Ragnar.Wait, what?I tilt my head when we lock eyes. I thought he worked today.
“I took a late lunch just for this,” he shouts at me through cupped hands because of course he did. I roll my eyes.
The sound of a throat clearing to my right draws my attention back to an amused looking Khazak. I bow my head sheepishly, drawing some chuckles from the crowd. Brull moves to stand next to us, joining in with Sir to look over my body.
“Cute looking puppy you got here, Captain, but I think he’s missing something,” Brull statescheerily.
“I think you are correct. Turn around and grab the end of the bench, pup.” He nods at the wooden contraptionbehind us.
“...Yes, Sir.” I hesitate only a little, turning around and exposing my naked ass to the crowd, drawing even more cheers when I bend over to grab the end of the bench. Immediately, I feel not one but two sets of hands stroking along my back and butt, and I shiver at the contact. Brull hasn’t been hands on with me before, really. Their touches feel different, and I can tell them apart right away. Khazak’s hands are familiar and soft, aside from some small calluses on fingers from years of archery. Brull’s are rougher, likely from all the years of working with metal, wood, and leather.
The hands leave me, and I hear rustling to my right, then the familiar sound of a bottle being opened: lube. I jump when I feel slick fingers prodding at my ass. Sir’s form stepping up to my left side lets me know it’s his. With his free hand, he strokes my chin, drawing myattention.
“Doing alright?” he asks me in alow voice.
I nod in the affirmative. I’m a little nervous...okaya lotnervous, but I can handle it. I mean, I was doing more than this in the tavern last night. Though I was at least kinda drunk then. The fingers probing me shake the thought from my head, but they’re gone after a minute...only to be replaced with something bigger, blunter, and colder at my entrance by Brull, who comes up on my other side grinning. My breath hitches as it’s pressed farther in, the object growing wide fast, but tapering off almost just as quickly. What I now know is a plug finishes sliding into place, making me shudder to more cheers from theaudience.
“Much better. Why don’t you give us wag, pup?” I turn my head to look back at the plug, trying to figure out what Brull is talking about, and am greeted with the sight of a short, furry, black dog tail protruding from my butt. The plug he’s inserted has a tail attached. I see it shake slightly with the movement of my body, and I wiggle my ass intentionally to watch it wag back and forth, not unrealistically. The crowd eats it up.
“Good boy.” Brull pats my buttand grins.
Khazak helps me stand up, which causes the plug to move, which feelsweird,and I stutter in my movements. I’m turned back around to face the crowd, and I realize I’m also being positioned under the frame. I can see Brull already rigging rope through some of the hooks as I’m centered underneath it. Khazak helps hold me in place as Brull wraps the rope around my arms and wrists in an intricate pattern. When he finishes with each arm, he has me pull, testing the strength. He’s good. I could probably break out if I really tried, but it would be a struggle and not very pretty.
My legs are kicked apart, and my arms are spread up and out along the beams, my chest exposed. Two sets of hands return to my body, gently stroking over my chest, stomach, and back. I shudder when a finger moves over an exposed nipple, earning me a chuckle from the larger orc on my left.
“Sensitive. You think about getting him pierced?” He teases my nipple again.
My eyes open wide and shoot to Khazak, who looks amused by my response. “We have not discussed it, no.”
