Page 81 of Storms & Sacrifice
“What is the favor you wanted to ask?” Khazak redirects things witha chuckle.
“Well, tomorrow isalsothe first night of his patrol week in the forest.” He grimaces a little. “Normally, I spend the first night out there with him. Since it’s our anniversary, he tried to swap with someone for a different week, but with everything going on, that’s not really possible. He’s also been so stressed out, even though he’s doing everything he can not to let me see it. So, I kind of had a little bit of a late-night picnic planned for the two of us and wanted to know if you would maybe be willing to cover for him tomorrow night, sir? Just for a few hours?”
“We would be happy to, Nylan.” Khazak doesn’t even hesitate before he answers. “What time should webe there?”
“I was thinking seven? Right around sunset and when we should be getting back from patrol.” He sounds really excited, dropping his voice to an unnecessary whisper. “I’m going to take him to Shad’rokSprings.”
“Sounds like a great night, Ny.” I bump him on hisshoulder.
“I am sure he will love that,” Khazak agrees.
“Thank you both.” Nylan hugs the two of us. “Alright, I was supposed to make him a drink like ten minutes ago so...” He makes a quick grimace that’s really more of a grin before moving over to the alcohol.
“That was really nice of you, seeing as you’re still mad at Ragnar.” The pain in my ass and metal around my dick are reminders of his feelingstoward me.
“I would not want to punish Nylan for something his owner did.” Khazak takes another bite of pie. “And if I werethatangry with him, I would not have invited him for tonight’s festivities.”
I think he’s just talking about the party in general, but as the night goes on and guests start to leave, I start to get the feeling that he’s got something else planned. Nikka and Glasha are gone, as are Khazak’s parents. His siblings Yogik and Ayla are being walked out right now, with Ayla tossing a “you boys have fun” over her shoulder before the door shuts.What doesthat mean?
“Great, now therealparty can get started,” Brull declares before standing and pulling offhis shirt.
“Right to the point as always,” Khazak says with a chuckle, locking the door and turning to me. “Strip.”
I freeze, completely in the dark. Okay, notcompletely.There’s only a certain number of reasons Sir would be telling me to strip, and everyone still in this room is someone I’ve either had sex with or who has seen or heard me having sex—Nylan, Ragnar, Brull, Orim, and Arik—but it’s still jarring.
“Are you alright?” I can hear the actual concern in Khazak’squestion.
“Yes. Sorry, Sir.” I shake the spacey feeling from my head and start unbuttoning my shirt. By the time I’m down to just my jockstrap, I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.
With a whistle, Brull smacks my ass, making me yelp. “Damn boy, what did you do to earn that?”
I don’t answer and neither does Khazak when he steps toward me, turning me around and leading me down the hallway. Instead of going to the bedroom, he opens the door to the side room, and though it’s dark, I can see the shape ofsomethingin one of the corners. After he lights the lanterns in the room, I get a full look at the contraption made of leather, wood,and metal.
There are four tall wooden beams attached at the tops and bottoms by smaller beams that run to the center and cross-cross, forming an X. Hanging from the top of each beam is a chain, which in turn connect to a sort of flat piece of leather that comes up a few inches above my waist. It almost looks like a swing, but not one you could sit onvery well.
“What is it?” I ask the obviousquestion.
“It is called a ‘sling.’” He starts walking me to it. “As for what it does, you are about tofind out.”
“How did you get it in here?” He turns me around so that the leather part is against my back. “This wasn’t here before, right?”
“Brull brought it over this morning while you were visiting your friends.” He steps closer, bending slightly and putting his hands under my ass. “Grab the chainsand lift.”
I pull myself up as asked, and Khazak settles me on the leather panel, pushing on my chest gently to lay me out flat. He lifts both my legs, guiding each of my feet through a set of cuffs attached to the chains in front. They’re not really restraints, just a place to hold my feet up, which leaves meveryexposed. I crane my head up to look at my upturned ass.
“I think you are starting to understand its purpose,” he tells me with a smirk, and I notice Nylan, Brull, and Orim entering the room behind him, all naked or close to. “Happy birthday, David.”
Khazak places the cleansing charm on my belly before he steps back, and Nylan steps forward, dick in hand. In fact, everyone is stroking themselves, Sir included, all looking at my ass. When the plans for the evening finally click in my head, a thrill that’s half-nervous and half-excited runs through me. Sothat’swhat’s going on? I’ve been fucked by more than one person in a night, but six? Can I handle that? I look over to Khazak, who is looking back at me, his eyes hooded over in lust. Guess I am going tofind out.
Nylan looks excited as he steps up, though he frowns once he actually reaches me. I realize why when I feel his stomach brushing against my ass. With a grumble, he turns over his shoulder. “Alright, give me thedamn box.”
With a laugh, Brull bends over and places a small wooden box on the floor, sliding it over to Nylan. The elf moves it into place in front of me before stepping up, grinning when he sees that his crotch is now at target level. Being the only non-orc in the room not on his back, he needs the height boost.
“I’ve owed you this since the festival,” he tells me as he teases me with the head of his dick, already slickwith oil.
“You just gonna talk about it shortstack, or—FUCK.” Ny cuts off my taunt by slamming hisdick home.
He’s not huge, certainly not as big as one of the orcs, but it’s notnothing. Thankfully, he doesn’t start hammering away, giving me the chance to get used to it, though the look in his eyes is daring me to egg him on again. After a minute, he pulls back and starts to fuck into me slowly. The chains holding up the sling rattle as they move, more so once he picks up speed. His hips hit the backs of my thighs over and over, giving me a quick jolt of pain each time he slaps against my spanked ass. Despite that (or maybe because of it, shut up), it feels good. He’s hitting my prostate almost dead on at times, and I can feel my dick trying to get hard in the cage. Very different from what I’m used to.
