Page 82 of Storms & Sacrifice
Just as I feel the familiar starts of an orgasm, there’s a stutter in Ny’s strokes. I look up and see his eyes are closed, and a minute later, he’s slamming himself all the way inside of me, moaning low through gritted teeth as I feel him unload. He wraps one of his arms around my leg to steady himself as he rides out his cumshot, sighing happily against my calf when he’sfinished.
“Happy birthday.” The disappointment must show on my face because with a laugh, he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” With a kiss to my leg, he pulls out, stepping off the box.
“Thanks for opening him up, boy.” Brull steps up next, sliding the box away with his foot as he moves between my legs. Not quite satisfied with my position, he grabs my thighs and pulls me forward.“Better.”
I can feel the blunt head of his dick prodding between my cheeks, and he reaches down to guide himself as he pushes forward to enter me. I whimper as I’m stretched, much more than Nylan. I can feel the elf’s load being forced even deeper inside of me. I’m squirming by the time Brull is fully seated, his generous belly laying overmy crotch.
Once he’s ready, rather than pull back, he grabs the chains in front, pushing them away and lifting me off of his dick. Once I’m about halfway off (I think), he lets go, and I swing back, his cock sliding right into place. I moan as I’m refilled, and he repeats the action overand over.
“Now hold on. What’s that?” Brull reaches down and squeezes the pouch of my jock and the cage within. With a grin, he pulls the fabric to the side, exposing me. “Forget the spanking. What do you do to earnthis?” He squeezes my balls foremphasis.
Dammit, must have felt it hitting his stomach.I try to think of a reasonable excuse, but the dick currently rearranging my guts is proving to be a difficult distraction, so I just end up staring at him with my mouthhalf-open.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll ask Khazak.” He waves off the question, never once slowing down as he pulls me on and offhis cock.
Happy for the chance to stop thinking, I let my head fall back against the padded leather as my body is used. Brull’s thick length steadily fills me, building up a familiar pressure in my groin that Nylan only got me close to. After a few more minutes of pounding, I finally hit that peak, my ass pulsing all over Brull’s cock, something he seems to enjoy a whole lot, judging by the way his dick gets even harder. He spends the new few minutes fucking me through another one before he carefullypulls out.
“Don’t wanna cum yet. Unlike certain people, some of us require more than fifteen minutes before we’re ready to go again.” He eyes Nylan, who’s been standing at the back of the room watching since his turn. With a gentle slap to my thigh, Brull exits the room, only to be replaced by Khazak, who I didn’t realize had stepped out.
It’s Orim who approaches the sling next, though. He’s wearing a shy smile, which in turn hasmefeeling a little shy. That’s a real talent, being able to look shy and innocent while stroking your dick, especially with someone you’ve already been inside of. After stepping between them, he rubs both hands lightly up and downmy thighs.
I can feel him prodding against my ass, not quite hitting the target. Taking matters into my own hands (heh), I reach down to help aim as he presses his hips forward. His head slowly breaches me, and I give a low groan as he pushes the rest inside. I forgot just how thick he is. With a moan of his own, he bottoms out, holding me tightly bymy thighs.
Orim fucks much more carefully than Brull or Nylan, the chains holding me up swaying gently in time with his thrusts. I am not sure if this is just his style, or if he’s doing it because my bruised butt is on display, and he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I don’t mind. I have a feeling the night is only getting started, so I’ll take my breaks where I canget them.
What’s the old saying? Slow and steady...something something. I know it’s not “makes David cum,” but that’s what it’s doing right now. Orim slides his hands down my legs to my stomach, then up to my chest, teasing my nipples. I bite my lip when I start getting close, toes curling in the cuffs above my head. I let myself moan out at a normal volume when I cum, pressure releasing once again.
Orim’s hands on my chest have me remembering how much he likes that himself, so once I stop squirming, I reach up to do some teasing of my own. I lightly pinch my top’s nipples, making him gasp and thrust forward.Well, shit...I continue to pinch and squeeze at Orim’s chest, driving the orc to fuck me harder. Before long, I have him growling as he slams the full length of his dick in and out of my hole, and with a final grunt, he buries himself, adding his load to Ny’s, assuming he and Brull didn’t already fuck itout of me.
My hole feels so open right now. Sloppy, even. I can see Khazak eyeing it as he walks toward me, a cup in his hand. He can’t help but reach out his free hand to rub at it, making me tighten involuntarily and whimper.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, helping me to drink some of the water he’s brought over.
“Great, Sir. Just horny.” I reach down and squeeze the stupid cage. I’ll say this about prostate orgasms: for as awesome as it is to be able to go over and over and over, you never actually get any less turned on, which normally isn’t a bad thing, but with this damn cage on…
“You will thank me for that later. The party is only getting started, and you still have to contend with myself, Arik, and Ragnar, who will be bringing up the rear, so to speak.” He smirks at his dumb joke. “Then it is time for round two.”
“There are multiple rounds?”Of course, there are multiple rounds.
“Do you remember the word I told you to use when you wanted to stop what we were doing on stage during the festival?” He makes sure I finish the water before he letsme answer.
“Uh-huh. Jailbreak.” Okay,maybeI’m starting to feel a little floaty, too.
“Good boy. If at any point tonight gets to be too much, or you need a break, you use that word, alright?” He hands the empty glass to Nylan, who apparently still hasn’t left the room. The others have sort of been coming and going as they watch and wait for their turn.
“Yes, Sir.” I nod my head.
“I would have been here sooner, but I wanted to be a good host,” he lies with a grin as he rubs the head of his cock against my ass. “I’ll have my turn before Arik, at least.” Wait, why does he want to make sure he goes before Arik?
I don’t get the chance to ask because Sir slams himself home in one long thrust. It almost knocks the wind out of me, forcing some half-yell, half-moan from my lips. With the way everyone is just making themselves at home in my ass, I’m glad I wore that plug so much earlier. Once he’s firmly planted inside, he only waits a few seconds before pulling back and repeating the process. He’s taking a page out of Bull’s book, using the chains to control my movements as much as hisown legs.
Of course, the man who’s fucked me the most the past few months is able to get me close right away. This is what, number five? And there’s gods know how many more coming? With the way Khazak is stroking almost his entire cock in and out of me, it only takes a few more before my leg starts to twitch as I cum dry once again.
Not stopping for a second, Sir pounds away, my hole unable to resist even if it wants to. When my eyes aren’t rolling back in my head, I watch his face, his eyes locked down on the place where his dick and my ass meet. It’s clear that he’s chasing his own orgasm, and the fact that I’ve had one is purely incidental...which somehow makes everything even hotter and sends me over the edge again.Fuck.
I can’t really focus much after that because Sir starts fucking faster and faster. I do hear (and feel) him cum with a muted shout a minute later, body shuddering as he adds his cum to the mixture already inside of me. I groan weakly when he stands and slowly extracts himself, bending over to give me a long, languid kiss before pulling away completely.
Things are back in focus when Arik approaches me next. In the dim light, I can make out the twin gold rings piercing his nipples, as well as the numerous dark tattoos covering his chest and stomach. At first, I think he’s wearing a jockstrap himself, but then I see the straps aren’t fabric, more like a harness for his waist. There’s also the matter of the giant fake cock hanging off the end of it. It’s dark brown, and detailed, a solid piece of polished wood standing out straight from his crotch.
