Page 28 of Storms & Sacrifice
“Something to consider.” I have to fight the urge to shake my head no. “Maybe I’ll bring some clamps next time.”Clamps?!
The hands continue to tease me, moving downward to my ass and groin. My dick is already tenting the front of my blue jock, and I hump forward at the first contact I feel on it. Khazak is the first one to reach my groin, hand ghosting over the fabric covering my cock before grabbing me more firmly. At the same time, I can feel Brull’s hand grab my ass from behind, squeezing it appreciatively.
After a little more teasing, Sir pulls the pouch of my jock to the side, freeing my length from its entrapment. I can feel my hardness throb in the warm air. His hand returns, grasping me gently as he slides his thumb over my head, already slick with pre-cum. Behind me, fingers on the hand squeezing my ass delve toward my hole, pressing on the plug lodged within me and drawing a moan when I feel it push against myprostate.
The two sets of hands continue to tease me, roaming up and down both sides of my body, tweaking my nipples, tickling at my stomach and thighs, stroking my cock, and teasing my plug. At one point, Sir pushes two fingers into my mouth with the order to “suck.” My arms are tied tightly to the frame above me, and I have no option but to accept everything being done to me. All while the audience watches, enraptured. I’m pretty sure a few of them are jerking off, but I’m not really payingattention.
The hands on my cock—they keep switching—keep bringing me close to the edge, only to pull away and leave me throbbing angrily in the air, seeking any sort of contact or friction. This goes on for I don’t know how long, but by the end of it, I’m whimpering with need, pulling at my bonds and all but begging to cum.
“Ssshh, good boy,” Sir soothes me, leaning in to stroke my face. “I think he has had enough; we can move on to what is next.” The crowd cheers at Khazak’s declaration.
“Aye aye, captain.” Brull enjoys hamming it up.
Khazak gentles me as Brull moves around, untying and unwrapping the rope from my arms. By the time both arms are free, I’m no longer a leaking, horny mess. It’s only temporary, as I am moved and turned around, my arms drawn behind me as I’m laid face down over the padded bench. After aligning my arms how they want them, I can feel the rope returning to wrap around them.
This feels familiar, especially when my dick, which is still hard, is aimed down, its length on display along with my tail-plugged ass. The rope around my arms is tightened until they are immobile, settled into place on the small of my back. A quick spank delivers a jolt that has the tail wagging whether I mean it to or not. As the hand soothes my ass, Sir steps around tomy front.
“How are you doing, puppy?” he asks low enough for only me again, searching my eyes.
“Good, Sir,” I breathe out. I’m horny, maybe a little frustrated and starting to get that warm sink-y feeling, butI’m good.
“Good boy.” Khazak leaves my side and returns to his spot behind me. “We are going to start witha paddle.”
“Start?” My indignity is cut short by the firstwhack, making me yelp and the audience laugh.
The strikes with the paddle sting at first, though not as much as I would expect. That’s partially because Sir isn’t trying to hit me very hard but also because I think the paddle is made of leather and not wood. Not that I can see behind me to confirm. The smacks come in steadily, and after every few, they pause, a hand reaching forward to tease my cock and keep me at full hardness. I whimper, both at the contact to my dick and the paddle strikes once they startto build.
The sinking feeling only gets stronger the longer paddling goes on, and it almost feels like I’m floating on this bench, even with my arms behind my back. At some point, the paddling stops, and I hear movement behind me. I see Sir walk back around to my front, and I look up at him a little dopily. He smiles down at me, stroking a hand down my cheek softly, before raising his head and nodding.
The first strike of whatever Brull hits my ass with next is a surprise again, though I don’t jump this time. I’m not sure what he’s using; it feels like a single strike at first, but then a dozen tiny little pin pricks follow it. I don’t have much time to contemplate, my eyes drawn to Khazak unbuttoning his pants and fishing out his cock, which he quickly feeds intomy mouth.
Brull continues as my mouth is filled, hitting my skin almost rhythmically. A hand on the back of my head, Sir slowly fucks his cock in and out of my mouth. With my arms bound, I have little choice but to accept the assaults at either end, but I really don’t mind. I’ve completely lost track of time. Hell, I barely remember there’s an audience behind me; they’ve been watching silently since thepaddling.
“Do you like your new tail, puppy?” The question has me tilting my head up, mouth still full.It does feel good. I nod my head slowly. “Do you want to thank Brull?”
I nod my head again as Khazak pulls himself out of my mouth and tucks himself away. Even with my mouth free, I don’t feel like being verbal, watching quietly as he leaves my side again only to be replaced with Brull. The larger orc smiles down at me before making eye contact with Sir behind me, double checking something before he...unbuttons his own pants.Oh.That’show I’m thanking him.
His other hand goes behind my head as I come face to face with his dick. He’s big, maybe as big as Khazak, but as it heads toward my mouth, I barely have time to register the size difference when I feel a big green hand spank my ass. I yelp, my mouth now full of Brull, as I feel another spank on the opposite cheek. Then a hand ghosts over my mostly hard cock, bringing it back to life once again.
The twin assaults continue unabated. Brull is rougher about fucking my face than Khazak was, while Sir is making sure to pay as much attention to my dick as he is to my ass. Before long I find myself rocking back to meet his strikes, my cock so hard I’m certain I’m leaking. I know Brull is, the salty taste filling my mouth when he pulls back far enough for the hooded-head to pass overmy tongue.
The warm feeling permeates every inch of my body. The spanks on my ass no longer sting, feeling more like a dull thudding against my skin. Each strike fades into more of that warmth that spreads through my body. The hand wrapped around me is stroking steadily, but Brull seems to be setting a rhythm all his own inmy mouth.
“Shit, mind if I feed him?” Brull asks Sirabove me.
“Go ahead” is the response. “Pup,swallow.”
I don’t really have much of a choice—Brull pulls back enough to leave the head of his cock in my mouth, hand coming up to wrap around his exposed shaft. He strokes himself quickly as his face screws up in concentration, and a minute later, I can feel his cockhead expand just before he explodes. With a low growl, Brull fills my mouth to the breaking point. I do my best to swallow but inevitably something spills out. The taste is similar to Sir’s, but I can still notice a difference, and if I may, it’s not as good. Not that cum tastesgreatto begin with.You know what I mean!
Brull lingers in my mouth, hand still on my head while my tongue seeks out any seed still hiding around the head and hood of his cock. Once he’s satisfied with my cleaning job, he pulls out with a sigh. With nothing occupying my mouth, all my attention is focused on the things Sir is doing to my dick and ass, the steady spanks of his hand never ceasing. My dick feels impossibly hard, and if I had the leverage, I’d be fucking into his fist now. I don’t, so I mostly just lay there and try to follow his hands as best I can. I can feel the tail moving left and right as I wriggle, and I can only imagine how silly I look.
“Do you want to cum too, puppy?” I try in vain to turn my head at the question, but I can’t, so in response I just grunt in the affirmative as I nod and try harder to fuck his hand. “Just a littlelonger...”
I whine at the answer, desperate for more friction as the hand around my dick slows its strokes. My protests are ignored, the hands on my ass and dick continuing at their new pace. A minute later, the hands begin to speed up again, pushing me toward the brink once more. Then, once I’m getting close, they slow down again, drawing out another whine. This continues over and over, each time bringing me to the edge and each time backing off. My whines turn into growls, and I can hear Khazak laugh at my frustration.
“Careful there, pup.” He spanks me twice in quick succession, and I whimper an apology. “Good boy.Nowcum.”
My cock explodes at the order, given at the same time as his hand connects with my sore cheek a final time. I moan, or groan, or maybe even yell as I shoot my load, no doubt coating the hand stroking me through my orgasm. At the same time, the crowd explodes with cheers, which is only partially a new experience.
