Dominic N. Ashen

Little Black Book Stories for December & January

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Worldbuilding Article for December

Only voting on one this go around, because I am working on something special for January!

Daddy D, Part 2

The start of a new relationship is always the most intense. You talk with them all the time, wanting to learn more about them, and telling them about yourself. When the flames of passion are burning brightly, you find yourself willing to do a whole lot more just to spend a little more time with them. Even things like meeting in a public place because despite you both being adult men, neither of you can bring the other home just yet.

It was only a few days after my first meeting with Daddy D. We had been texting almost constantly since then, sending each other lots of sexts and dirty pictures: two of my love languages. Both of our places, however, continued to be unavailable because of our respective roommate situations. We weren’t about to let a silly thing like that stop us though. We were gay men: finding a relatively discreet place to get together in public is old hat for us.

After some more talking, we decided on meeting downtown later that night. There were a few places around there where we could have some privacy, at least to walk around and talk. Nothing inappropriate of course, just two guys innocently spending time together on a nice, if not chilly evening. After parking in the area we agreed on, I stepped out of my car and started looking for Daddy’s. I spotted it quickly. The engine was still running with Daddy in the driver’s seat, so I walked over and hopped in.

“Hey Daddy.” I leaned over for a quick kiss.

“Hey cubby.” He looked at my for a moment, smiling as he bit his lip.

After my seatbelt was on, Daddy threw his car into drive and pulled out – we wanted some privacy after all, and we weren’t going to get that in the middle of downtown. I just needed a place to keep my car for a few hours. We drove away from the skyscrapers and offices and into a nice quiet neighborhood, eventually finding a nice secluded spot with a small lake nearby. After parking, we both got out and started to walk.

It was the early evening, the sun had just gone down and the streetlights were just turning on. As we strolled around the lake together, Daddy pulled a blunt from his pocket and lit it, and we passed it back and forth as we told each other stories from our pasts. He talked about what it was like in high school for him, when he was still in the closet. He was an athlete, a football player, which meant having to fuck a lot of girls. Being a young gay man with daddy issues, hearing about that only made him hotter. Something about that “straight” guy mystique. Thank you, toxic masculinity.

About halfway around the lake we found a bench and I sat down. Ever the gentlemen, Daddy stood between me and the lake, shielding me from the cold air blowing across the water. After lighting a cigarette, Daddy D pulled up some pictures on his phone from his glory days; football uniform and everything. Holy shit was he a stud back then. He still was, obviously, but damn, seeing a young, muscled, testosterone and beer-fueled Daddy had my blood pumping.

He told me more stories about the crazy things he got up to, the drunken nights with his friends, and what it was like finally coming out. For him, it wasn’t until years after he graduated, when he actually learned of someone else from his high school coming out. I came out almost immediately in high school, so we had very different experiences.

After spending a few minutes gawking at his photos, Daddy put his phone away, smirking as he leaned in and kissed me. I’m not a smoker (pot doesn’t count), but at least at this point in my life, there was something I liked about kissing a smoker. His lips were soft, and his short beard hair scratched against mine in a way I loved.We made out there on the bench for a while. Obviously we wanted to do much more, but this was still too public for that. No one was around us but anyone could have peeked out their front window and watched. So, after a few more minutes of tongue wrestling, we made our way back to his car.

Alone but not secluded, we pulled out of our parking spot to find someplace even more private. We weaved through the neighborhoods slowly, looking for a good spot with adequate cover and little to no lighting. After a few false starts, we managed to find one, parked far enough from the streetlights and under a low hanging tree branch, so we had some decent cover.

We started kissing again as soon as the car was off, hard and fast. God, he was great at that, and the taste of the earlier blunt and cigarette on his breath was almost intoxicating. He stroked his tongue along mine, before biting at my lips. I sucked on his tongue in return, kissing back passionately but not trying to take the lead. After our first time, I had no problem being the boy for this daddy.

My hand eventually found its way to his crotch and grabbed at his already hard cock. I’m rewarded with a nice grope of my own and I groaned into his mouth. It took some effort – it had been a while since either of us had sex in a car – but I eventually managed to unzip his jeans enough to reach in and grab a solid handful. Pleased with my efforts but wanting even more friction, Daddy pulled away and undid the rest of his jeans, allowing him to pull his cock out of his underpants completely.

Fuck, that was still a really nice dick.

Without any urging, I leaned over to take him in my mouth. I had to work to stretch my jaw around his thick meat, the muscles still sore from the last time. I started slowly, only sucking on his head and circling my tongue around the ridge. I moaned as the precum hit my tastebuds, and inhaled as much of the musky scent of his crotch as I could. Just as good as I remembered.

I could feel Daddy’s hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair but not pushing. At his silent urging, I took him deeper into my mouth, pressing downwards until I’d swallowed him to the base, my nose in his pubic hair. I held it for as long as I could until I started gagging and was forced to come up for air with a cough. Determined not to give up before Daddy finished, I quickly caught my breath and moved back down, eventually settling into a rhythm. I still occasionally gagged, but I’d mostly gotten it under control.

I moved in my seat, kneeling and bending over the center console with my face in Daddy’s lap, while he moved his seat back to give me easier access. I could feel one of his hands in my hair again, guiding my head up and down his cock, and occasionally holding me down at the base. My face - if anyone could see it - was a sloppy mess; I was covered in my own spit, my jaw ached, and my eyes were watering. This was possibly the most involved and enthusiastic blowjob I had ever given.

“Fuck yeah.” I could tell Daddy was enjoying himself from his groans and words of encouragement.

There was also the matter of the hand that was moving down  the back of my pants. As I serviced him, my head bobbing up and down in his lap, he started playing with my ass. I was wearing a jock, of course, so it was easy enough for him to get at my hole. I whimpered as I felt his finger slide teasingly across my hole, over and over. Fuck, I almost wished I was ready to get fucked right there.

Not yet though. But soon enough.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, we had in fact managed to gather a small audience. Daddy later told me that as I was working his meat with my mouth, several people had walked by and could see what was happening through the car window, though none had actually stuck around to watch. I think one guy might have just been walking his dog. I can only imagine what they thought, one man hungrily slurping down the cock of another, while getting his ass – which from the strap is very obviously in a jockstrap that was not  made for athletic purposes – played with in the middle of the night in a car.

Hopefully positive things.

I kept up my efforts for another ten minutes or so. My lips were numb and my jaw was screaming at me but goddammit I was going to get that load. Daddy must have wanted to give it to me too, because not long after, he pulled my head up to reach down to finish himself off. Just as he started to come, he shoved my head all the way back down to the base and sprayed his load straight down my throat. I gagged, of course, but still tried to take every drop. Once I felt his cock stop shooting, I swallowed anything still in my mouth, and slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock remained, cleaning it of any remnants. Finished, I rested my head against his stomach for a moment to catch my breath.

“Fuck cubby, that was good,” Daddy told me after catching his own.

“Tasted good, Daddy,” I replied.

“I love that jock on you. And I think the couple of people who saw me playing with it earlier liked it too,” he smirked.

I blushed a little as he told me of how we had been caught a couple of times. Which only made everything hotter, in retrospect. I hadn’t gotten off, but was feeling plenty satisfied, so I turned down his offer of returning the favor. Once we both cleaned ourselves, Daddy drove us one last time to drop me back off at my car. Before I got out he leaned over, giving me a nice slow kiss, letting him taste himself still on my breath.

“See you again real soon, cubby,” he told me as I got out, with one final peck.

Hell fucking yeah he would. I was going to make sure of that.

The Founding of Lutheria

The country of Lutheria is located on the northern end of a large island known as Inisfalia. Founded and populated primarily by humans, they share this island with two other countries to the south: the Eire, a heavily forested region inhabited by elves, gnomes, and fae, and Gaela, another human nation founded around the same time as Lutheria. The island is located to the west of Albion, across a sea of rough waters. Most of Lutheria’s original settlers can trace their roots back to a small territory on the western Albion coast known as Pilea.

Hundreds of years ago, the island of Albion was composed of dozens of smaller territories that each acted independently of one another. That all changed when the then-king of Albion, King Gregor VI, declared himself the “one true king” of Albion and sought to unite these territories under his (and his church’s) name. To accomplish this, he initiated a brutal war campaign across the island, defeating and absorbing those who would not swear fealty to him by force.

The Pileans, hearing the news from the other territories, knew that it would only be a matter of time before the king’s army was on their doorstep. Like much of the rest of Albion, they were hard pressed to give up their freedom, with the leaders of the various Pilean townships meeting regularly to discuss what to do. Some wanted to find a new home and leave the island, while others thought that bending the knee to King Gregor was the better option.

One night, after a particularly intense and rowdy meeting, three of these leaders - James Barrett, Ashton Thompson, and Vincent Cerano - decided to continue their own discussions late into the evening. After some (see: a lot of) drinking, these three thought it would be a good idea to take out a small boat and do some late-night fishing to blow off a little steam. Unfortunately, due to the alcohol, none of them noticed the storm that was rolling in. Before any of them knew it, they were being tossed around the rough waters, barely holding on to their boat.

When day broke, it was obvious that the storm had blown them far from home - all the way across the sea to Inisfalia. Though none of them had ever been here, they knew the island was inhabited, but finding signs of civilization proved difficult. From what they could tell, they had washed up on the northern shores of the island, but the only signs of other people they could find were the remains of destroyed or burned out homesteads. It was nearly two hours before they finally found someone, coming across a small group of people picking through ruined homes for supplies.

The three learned that for dozens of years now, the human villages on the northern coast of the island had been subjected to violent attacks from northern raiders, who would land on their shores to loot and pillage their homes. They happened so regularly that the islanders had learned to anticipate them, with most having fled south for protection, to the forests of the Eire inhabited by the leprechauns and fae. Normally the invaders would simply pillage and then set fire to the area once they were done looting, but during this last attack on one of the larger villages, the buildings were left standing, and it seemed like the pirates were bringing in supplies like lumber and even food before departing. Signs that they may be planning an occupation.

This of course did not sit well with the three Pileans, though none could quite agree on what to do about it. Ashton felt that, though their plight was great, there was little any of them could do, as they still had their own homes and people to think of, while Vincent argued that it was their duty to help those in need, regardless of their own issues. James, while mostly siding with Vincent, saw this as an opportunity. Northern Inisfalia had land in need of defending and rebuilding, and they were a people in need of a new land.

After discussing his idea with the other two, James and his companions learned that the raiders could be expected to return in less than a month. Promising to return in three weeks time with a small army, the three men traveled home to try and sell the plan to the rest of Pilea. They would ask their citizens to journey across the sea to defend an island that isn’t their own, on the chance that they might be able to one day build a new life there.

It was a difficult three weeks, full of tense arguments, yelling, and even fist-fights, as the Pileans were forced to reckon with their futures and come to a decision on how to move forward. Many people wanted nothing to do with the plan, having no interest in risking their lives for someone else’s home, but the three men fought and spoke passionately for what they believed possible. Eventually, after three weeks, they were able to gather enough able bodied men and women to fill six ships, and set sail for Inisfallia.

They had only days to prepare, but as soon as they landed they quickly got to work, setting up defenses and arming themselves for the inevitable battle. Seeing that the rumors of the group who promised to return with assistance were real, many of the Inisifalians were inspired to join them and take up arms in defense of their home once more. When the raider’s ships crossed over the horizon, they soon learned that they would be outflanked and outnumbered.

What followed was a quick and decisive victory for the Inisfallians and Pileans. Between the fighters on the beach and the Pilean’s ships, the raiders were forced to retreat, having lost more than half their number to the defending forces. But when everyone had finished celebrating their win, reality struck: this success would only be temporary. The invaders would be back, with more ships and more soldiers aboard them.

But James refused to give up. Working quickly to ensure they would be prepared for the inevitable reprisal, he contacted a friend for his, Cyran Peryarus, leader of Caldonia, a northern territory of Albion that had managed to negotiate its relative independence while still joining the “kingdom.” This was due in part to its large elven population, which King Gregor and his predecessors had respected and maintained good ties with. All of the people of Caldonia, human, elf, gnome, and fae, had ties to the people of Inisfalia and the Eire.

As a part of the Kingdom of Albion, they would be unable to help directly with defense efforts, but with Cyran and his people’s help, the Pileans appealed to the people of Inisfalia, magical and non-magical alike, to stand with them. They could not think that the raiders would be content with the northern coasts, especially not once they begin building  their planned settlements. They would only move south and seek to overtake the forests as well. The entire island was in danger.

The next time the invaders attacked, they did indeed come in greater numbers, but so did the Inisfallians. Even the Pileans, after their first victory, were able to rally even more people from home to join their cause. Between the humans, elves, leprechauns, fae, and other magical creatures of the Eire, the raiders didn't stand a chance. The battle was bloody and long, running well through the night, but as the morning sun rose in the sky, the enemy’s ships sailed into the horizon and the island was finally safe.

With the continued assistance of the Caldonian elves, James and the Pileans asked for the right to the land on the northern quarter of the island, which had been the most devastated by the raids. While most of Inisdalia would happily welcome their new neighbors, first the Pileans would have to leave Albion. Again with the backing of the elves, the leaders of Pilea were able to negotiate with the crown a way for their people to safely leave the country. All Pilean citizens who wished to leave would be allowed to do so, even bringing along all of their possessions, but by doing so they would renounce any Pilean or Albionian citizenship. Any of those who chose to stay would become subjects of King Gregor of the Kingdom of Albion, who would lay claim to all of their lands, meaning Pilea would effectively be no more.

Seeing this as possibly the only way for them to hold onto their freedom while avoiding any bloodshed, most of the citizens elected to leave, with only about twenty percent of the population staying to be absorbed into greater Albion. After a long and difficult relocation, the former Pileans named their new home Lutheria, named for an ancient spirit of freedom, and founded its capital, Northlake, at its center. For his part in leading the charge and securing their home James Barrett himself was elected the first Lutherian president, with Asthon and Vincent serving as his trusted advisors for years to come. While some of the Inisfallians would join in this reconstruction and become new citizens of Lutheria themselves, many of those who had moved to the south created a new home of their own, known as Gaela, and together with Lutheria and the Eire, would protect their home and one another, as their joined fight against the raiders had taught them.

Service Duty, Chapter 2

“It is time to get up, David.” A hand on my shoulder gently shakes me awake. “Your break is over.”

“Five more minutes,” I grumble, trying to curl further into the couch.

“Well, I suppose we could always see about switching you to the overnight shift…”

“I’m up!” I roll over, eyes wide open at Khazak’s threat.

“Good boy.” He runs his hand through my hair before stepping back so I can sit up.

“How much longer do I have to go?” I ask, stretching my arms above my head.

“Three more hours.” He offers me a hand to help me stand. “Come. I will get you strapped back in.”

“Yessir,” I answer with a sigh, following him out of the room.

As we pass through the station, I see people still coming back in from their lunches, and I feel more than one pair of eyes on me as Khazak leads me back to the “service” room. I know I saw more than a few of them before lunch, and they’re probably all refueled now for round two. This is going to be a busy three hours…

Khazak pats the seat of the bench, which has been cleaned in my absence, and waits for me to climb on. I settle on my stomach, making sure my limbs are in all of the right places so Sir can begin the process of strapping them in. I appreciate them a lot more this time around—they might prevent me from being able to move, but they also stop me from worrying about holding myself in place. I can relax and focus on the tasks at … hole.

Speaking of… I shiver when I feel slick fingers running over my hole before pressing inside. I’m not exactly sore, per se, but I can definitely still feel all of the action from this morning. Thankfully, that means I’m a little easier to open up, groaning as Khazak applies more lube and scissors his fingers apart to ensure it is spread deep. 

“I think you can expect a busy afternoon,” he tells me after wiping his hand and bending down to my level (but not before I see the lump in his pants). “I will still be in to check on you, though you may not be able to notice me. But I promise I am here.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I nod as best I can. “I’ll be okay. I can do this.”

“Good boy.” He smiles and strokes my hair again before standing and walking out. “Alright, men, he is all yours.”

Seconds after I hear Khazak’s final words, a pair of hands is already groping my ass. They squeeze my cheeks briefly before spreading me apart, and then the fingers are moving toward their target. Just as they start to brush around my hole, a third hand starts to grope me as well, at least until the first pair knocks it away.

“Hey, we can’t both use his ass,” the officer (Stonearm, maybe?) tells the interloper. “Go around and take his mouth.”

The second officer does so with a grumble, already pulling his cock from his pants while making his way around to my head. He doesn’t give me a chance to see who it is, just pulls my mouth to his cock, which by now has been trained to open automatically. As I help my oral occupant grow to its full length, the fingers in my hole press in for a brief moment, testing my tightness before they’re gone and replaced with something much bigger.

I take a breath and exhale through my nose as the blunt head of my top’s dick pushes inside of me. There’s a quick pinch of pain as my body readjusts to being spread open, but then it’s gone, and I am back to focusing on pleasing the man in front of me with my mouth. All the man at my rear needs is for me to stay relaxed and let him do his thing.

It doesn’t take long before things start to feel good, and I’m letting out little moans around the cock in my gullet. It’s grown to its full length, and its owner is using every inch of that length as he slowly drives it in and out of my mouth. A gentle face-fuck, if you will. My own cock is in the perpetual half-hard state it usually gets in when I’m being fucked. While the guy in my ass’s pace remains steady, the one in my mouth gradually begins to pick up speed, until one of his hands is on the back of my head, holding me in place while he unloads directly into my throat, forcing me to swallow if I don’t want to choke. I gasp for air when he pulls out, already tucking himself away.

“You take too damn long,” the officer complains to his coworker as he exits the room. What? No thank you?

The orc (I’m assuming) in my ass doesn’t reply, just laughs, and I don’t get the chance to voice any complaints out loud when my mouth is once again filled by the last guy’s replacement. Things settle back into place, with both men once again using me for their pleasure. A few minutes later, it’s finally time for the orc fucking me to cum, pressing himself tightly against my ass as he breeds me with the first load of the afternoon. I whimper as he pulls out, air blowing over what feels like a gaping hole.

Another top smoothly transitions into place just as the one in my mouth did, and I settle into a rhythm, zoning out as I service these men for the remaining part of my punishment. I fall into a haze of submission and pleasure with my ass being filled, my prostate teased, and hands groping and squeezing along my body. All I can taste is cock and all I can smell is musk. I don’t even bother keeping my eyes open.

The only time I get drawn out of things is when I get the first non-orc of the day stepping up to use my mouth—Ranger Hazatin, the dwarf, who has to use a small stool to reach the height of my mouth. As I swallow his dick down, which is poking out from a particularly hairy crotch, I realize he probably isn’t the only one and has likely already been in my ass. In fact, I remember Nylan using something similar during my birthday party. I should really apologize for laughing at him for that.

Despite all of the non-stop action, I manage to stave off any orgasms of my own. It’s not that things haven’t felt good, but given how long the day has been and how much longer I still have to go, I just wanna try and keep my head as straight as I can. Gods know it only takes a few good ass-gasms to turn my brain into mush. I only realize the post-lunch rush is slowing down when my mouth stops getting visitors of its own. After the final officer has finished in my ass, I’m left lying there with the sweat, cum, and oil all cooling on my skin in the open air.

“Only two more hours to go,” Khazak announces when he re-enters the room, walking around to my head to feed me some water. “Are you still feeling alright?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer after swallowing. 

“Good because I think you can expect a pair of visitors shortly.” He wipes my face with a handkerchief. “Chief Grandtooth and Pargu have just returned from a very long meeting with the Tribal Council, preparing for the arrival of the elven delegation.”

Meaning my prank is probably fresh on their minds. “Thanks for the warning, Sir.”

“You will be alright, puppy.” He chuckles at my response. After making sure I finish the water, he runs a hand through my hair before leaving me. “I would clean you up, but it is my understanding that the chief actually enjoys a sloppy ass. I will see you in a little while.”

And then I am left to wait, alone. I’m sure it’s only been a few minutes since Khazak left, but it feels like forever. I get the feeling that the other rangers got the same memo from Khazak that I did, and none of them want to risk getting in the chief’s way when he finally decides to pay me a visit. It’s nerve wracking.

I’m spaced out, staring at a random spot on the wall while I think about what we might eat for dinner, when I hear two voices speaking as they enter the room behind me. Two older men, but since they’re speaking Atasi, I can’t understand what they’re saying. Still, I think it’s safe to bet that my long-awaited visitors have finally arrived. While I mentally prepare myself, I hear one of them chuckle.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly on my body, groping and squeezing at whatever flesh they can find. They move over my ass, my thighs, my back, all while casually talking to each other. I shudder as fingers tease over the open entrance to my ass and jump when another pair strokes the soft skin of my thighs. The fact that neither of them has spoken a word to me has my already-hard cock pulsing in its pouch.

One set of hands leaves me, the footsteps of its owner drawing closer as he walks around to my front. A rough hand reaches out to grab my chin, lifting my gaze until I’m meeting the eyes of one Chief Grandtooth. He’s an older orc, at least fifteen years Khazak’s senior, and he has the grizzled looks to match. Despite his age, his body looks to be almost all muscle, his biceps bulging under the fabric of his shirt. His face is clean shaven, and his short black hair has already gone gray on the sides. 

“After the trouble you caused, I trust you have been working hard to service the dedicated officers of this station today,” he tells me with a stern expression. “And I hope my men have been working just as hard to ensure you have learned your lesson.”

“Yes sir, I have. They have,” I answer automatically. “We all … have.” What the hell does that mean?

“I may require a report from some of them just to be sure.” He strokes a thumb over my bottom lip. “I will also need to see for myself.”

He releases my face, hands moving to the fly on his brown leather pants. I watch with anticipation as he unbuttons his fly before he reaches in and pulls out what might be the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Like, I’m not sure my hand could fit all the way around it, and it’s still soft. Are we sure this guy’s Atasi name doesn’t translate to Grandcock? Below it hang two large testicles, as green as the rest of him and covered in wiry black hair.

As I stare at this massive piece of meat in both wonder and fear, the hands behind me (that presumably belong to Pargu) finally dare to delve between my cheeks. I buck when two fingers slide into my slick and sloppy hole, meeting absolutely no resistance. He finds my prostate in no time, massaging it with the pads of his fingers while Chief Grandtooth brings his cock to my lips.

I have to open my mouth wide to take him in, immediately paranoid of scraping him with my teeth. He’s still soft, but as he grows harder, that paranoia increases to the point of my jaw starting to cramp up. Grandtooth doesn’t make a comment one way or another, just continues to silently slide his growing cock between my lips. He’s so fucking big that I can’t even try any of the tricks I’ve picked up with Khazak, solely focused on keeping my teeth away from his dick.

“Alright, time to see how your other end performs.” He pulls out, apparently having had enough of the awkward blowjob.

I stretch and relax my jaw, happy for the break. Though of course, now my ass is going to be the one that has to contend with that thick slab. As the first pair of hands leave my ass, Grandtooth’s replace it, his cock already prodding at my backside. Meanwhile, Pargu comes around to my head, lifting it to ensure that I look at him the same way I did Grandtooth.

He’s got to be around the same age as the chief, his medium length brown hair also streaked with gray. He’s wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looks to be about as tall as Grandtooth is as well. However, their builds are completely different, with Pargu being much leaner. His cock, which is thankfully smaller than the chief’s, is already out, and my eyes flick between it and his face.

“So tell me, was the prank worth it?” Pargu asks with minor disdain in his voice, pushing into my mouth when I open to answer. “It was a rhetorical question.”

I manage to hold off on rolling my eyes as I start sucking, not wanting to increase the man’s ire. It was my fault that he had to rewrite almost everything he did yesterday. Mine and Ny’s. Behind me, Grandtooth actively explores my ass with his fingers, slowly fucking me with at least two down to the last knuckle. When he pulls them out, I’m expecting them to be replaced with something much bigger, but instead, each of my cheeks is hit with a rough spank.

“Has Captain Ironstorm administered your corporal punishment yet?” After hearing his boss’s question, Pargu pulls out so I can answer him.

“No, sir.” After he speaks, the dick is immediately pushed back in.

“I may have to request that he do so here at the station.” Grandtooth continues to tease and probe my rear, spanking me a few more times. “I think this ass will look much better after it has been turned a nice shade of red.”

I feel both pleased and humiliated by the odd compliment, causing my body to flush and probably prove his point. Satisfied with his exploration, I feel him spread me apart with one hand while he uses the other to aim his thick slab of meat at my hole. My eyes scrunch up in pain as he tries to push inside because somehow, despite being fucked for almost the entire day, he still meets with some resistance. I can’t help the muffled whine that escapes when he finally pops inside.

“Now you can see why I was willing to wait until the end of the day,” the deep voice behind me rumbles.

I can, and I do, and I’m grateful for it. Chief Grandtooth continues to slowly push more of his cock into me, stopping every inch or so to give me time to adjust. Pargu is no longer fucking his cock into my mouth, content to hold it in my mouth, letting me breathe through my nose while I adjust. That or he’s afraid I might accidentally bite it. After what feels like an eternity, the chief’s hips are finally pressing against my ass, and I know I have finally taken all of him.

“Damn, that is nice.” Grandtooth punctuates the compliment with a sharp spank. He then flexes his cock, making me squirm and cry out at the sudden increase in pressure in my hole, right over my prostate.

After a few more flexes, the orc in my ass begins to slowly pump his hips, barely pulling back a full inch before pushing back in. The orc in my mouth follows suit, though his thrusts are much shallower, possibly because he can still see the strain on my face. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so full. Eventually, the cock in my ass begins pulling back more, and because of the overstuffing he made sure to give me those first few minutes, the times when he bottoms out no longer feel quite so eye-bulgey.

Once both men sense that I am no longer struggling with what I’m being given, they return to their casual conversation from before, speaking in a language I can no longer understand while they fuck me back and forth. I have no idea if they’re even talking about me, but when I can hear them laugh at their own jokes, my body can’t help but burn red with embarrassment. The humiliation, the stimulation, all of it becomes too much, and before I even realize it, I’m cumming dry (ish, I’m leaking a lot of precum right now) on the chief’s cock.

“Well, look at that.” Grandtooth laughs as he fucks me through the aftershocks. “I had heard you were sensitive, but I am going to need to see that again.”

He continues to fuck me, now with purpose, pulling at least ¾ of his cock out before sliding it smoothly back in. Whoever taught him how to fuck must have really known what they were doing because I am full-body shuddering on each in stroke. It’s not long before I cum again, and again, both orcs chuckling above me in amusement.

I don’t quite catch what they say—if they’re saying anything to me at all—but at some point they both pull out, switching places. I can smell the cum coating Grandtooth’s cock before he even presents it to me, pushing the loads of countless men into my mouth. He doesn’t move much, still too large for me to suck comfortably for either of us, but I do my best. Behind me, Pargu slips into my open hole with ease, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

“You were right, sir. Even after everything it has been through today, his hole still feels wonderful around my cock,” the older orc compliments me with a smack to my left cheek.

Pargu starts to fuck like he means it, like he wants to cum. He’s fucking me with the full length of his cock, slamming it into me with every thrust. It pushes me forward a little each time, sliding me oh-so-slightly over Grandtooth, who for now is content to be slowly suckled on. Inches away from the base of his dick, the scent of cum soaked into his pubic hair, everything that leaked out around him as he fucked me, is all I can smell. I barely even notice when the thrusts behind me start to stutter, Pargu gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts into me a final time to add his load to countless others.

“I do not know if that makes up for the additional work, but it was nice nonetheless.” He pulls out of me with a gentle pat to my rear. “I am going to finish the last of the translations. Thank you for arranging this, sir.”

“You more than earned it, Pargu.” The chief pulls out as he says goodbye to his assistant, walking back around to my butt. “Now for the two of us to finish up.”

He pushes back inside of me with a wet squelch, my hole once again feeling the burn of being stretched. I feel completely destroyed back there, and at the same time still stretched to my limit once he’s seated all the way inside of me again. I whine unintelligibly, unsure of how much more of this I can take.

“Ssshhh.” He strokes my sides gently as he shushes me. “Just a little longer. From what my captain has told me about you, you can take it. Make him proud.”

I want to, gods do I want to, but the fuck that follows those words might be too much. The pace he sets is fast and hard, even brutal. My hands clench and unclench uncontrollably, begging for something to hold onto. Hell, I’d even kill for a gag or a pillow to bite, anything to feel like I have something to keep me steady. I don’t think it’s even a full minute after he starts to fuck me that I cum on his cock again, and then again, and again. I seriously feel like my body is going to throw in the towel and just snap, when with an angry growl, Grandtooth slams home, breeding me more deeply than I think anyone ever has before, Khazak included.

My eyes are hazy and unfocused as I lay there. The only thing I can hear is both of our chests heaving as we catch our breath after that incredibly intense fuck. Once he is coherent, Chief Grandtooth grinds his hips against mine a final time, forcing a groan out of me before slowly pulling out. My hole feels so open and distended, and the cool air hits me with a rush, causing me to try and close my hole on reflex, and making me cry out at the soreness I feel as a result.

“Good job, boy.” The chief compliments me with a final stroke to my flank. “As fun as I am sure today was, I think it would be best for you to try and avoid another one of these situations, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” I manage to mumble.

With a laugh, he exits the room, leaving me alone on the bench, feeling like the definition of the word “wrecked.” I’m just about to nod off when a hand on my back makes me aware of the fact that someone else is in here with me now. It’s Khazak, who bends down to offer me more water as he wipes some of the sweat, spit, and whatever else has accumulated on my face. He waits for me to finish drinking the entire cup before speaking.

“How are you feeling?” He strokes a hand through my sweaty hair, searching my eyes for something.

“Am I dead?” Is that why he looks so worried?

“No,” he says with a laugh. “But that looked very intense.”

“Were you watching?” The thought makes me feel all warm inside.

“I may have been outside the door.” He refills the water cup and offers it to me again. “I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I smile, taking another long drink. “Can you unbuckle me now?”

“Oh no, David. I am sorry, but you still have another hour to go.” He grimaces as if there is worse news. “And I am afraid that while waiting for the chief and Pargu to finish, a large line has formed.”

I groan loudly in frustration. I’m going to kill Nylan.

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“So what do ya think?” I watch Ragnar’s face closely as he puts down my story, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“That was … very detailed.” Ragnar puts down the book. “Between this story and the last one, it seems like you really like writing about David getting gangbanged.”

“They say to write what you know,” I respond cheekily. It is something I’ve been a part of before.

“Is that what that means?” he teases me. “You know the chief’s dick isn’t really that big, right?”

“Wait, you’ve seen it?” I grip him tightly on the wrist. “Why was I not informed of this?”

“Just when we were changing.” He rolls his eyes at me. “It’s not like it was hard.”

“Well, maybe he’s a really big grower.” Can’t prove that he’s not!

Ragnar laughs and shakes his head, ignoring my comment. “I liked it. Even if you did kinda paint yourself as the villain.”

“That’s just to setup for the sequel,” I tell him, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Oh, so you’re planning a whole series of these now?” he asks, only half joking.

“I have lots of ideas for stories.” I stick my tongue out at my owner.

“Whatever happened to the last one?” he asks about my story featuring David and Khazak’s three fathers. “You never finished it.”

“Oh.” I scratch my head sheepishly. “Well uh, after we had sex, I went back to read it and the idea of Khazak fucking David right in front of his parents was a lot less sexy when I wasn’t all … hot and bothered.”

“You realized you were going to have to look all five of them in the face again one day, didn’t you?”

“…Maybe.”

Reviews, Awards, & Patreon Story Publishing

Welcome to November everyone! Hope you all had a great spooky season. Storms & Sacrifice has been out for a month now, and so far the reception has been great. I’ve gotten some wonderful reviews, but I could always use more, please! Not only does it help make the books more visible, but reading what you all like about the story motivates me to write even faster. If you still need to get your copy, use this list of online retailers.

In awards news, as you can see from the image above, Steel & Thunder has won its first award! It’s been named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2021 NYC Big Book Awards. It feels a little surreal, I honestly never expected my little book of orc porn to actually make it onto a list like that. You can be damn sure I’m going to plaster that logo all over the book’s cover and description now. It’s distinguished! I am halfway finished with Book 3 of Steel & Thunder, and next month I will be previewing its first chapter, as well as the title and cover art, right here on Patreon.

I also have an update regarding the publishing of my Patreon. It is looking like My Three Orc Dad’s is going to be published as an ebook novella sometime in the winter. When that goes live, I will make a form available to the appropriate tiers that will allow you to enter an email address, where I will then send an ePub or PDF copy of the story. It is the least I can do considering the only reason these stories exist is because of your support. I will also be adding a submission form during poll weeks so you all can send me suggestions for worldbuilding articles and Patreon stories yourselves!

Happy reading!

This Month on Patreon

Here’s what I have coming over on Patreon for the month of November:

• 11/08: The second chapter of Service Duty - After recovering from his first half of the day, David is strapped back onto the bench for the rest of his shift, and now he’s got the chief to contend with.
• 11/15: The Founding of Lutheria - Some backstory on the founding of David and his friend’s country or origin.
• 11/22: Daddy D, Part 2 - The second part of my story involving an-ex daddy - this one featuring some outdoor park fun.
• 11/29: Polls to determine Worldbuilding & Little Black Book stories, plus a submission form for your own ideas!

Dom's Little Black Book - Early Morning Bear

Sleep is a precious and fleeting thing.  There is sometimes nothing worse than waking up early; long before your alarm is supposed to go off, but not long enough to actually go back to bed and get any more decent sleep. I hate those mornings so much. Normally, after a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I’ll make myself get up and do something. Finish some reading, do some chores, play a video game – things I can at least  justify in my head as being “productive” time wasters. Then one morning, I lucked out and found me a boy who made those unfortunate mornings much more tolerable: Bear.

“Boy” is, of course, a relative term. I’m someone who thinks that the titles of “daddy” and “boy” are more of a mindset than an age restriction. I’ve had men over twice my age calling me daddy before, and we both loved it. Bear, though not quite that old, was one of those boys. We met by chance one early one morning, just a random message from an older guy that thought I was hot. Pretty standard fare. This was back before I had my stables filled with enough boys to keep my hands and calendar full, so I was still using hookup apps to meet the occasional new person.

I’d like to tell you we had some deep and meaningful conversation, but the truth is, it was 6:15 in the morning and we were both horny. That first time he came over was pretty rushed. Bear had to go into work, which didn’t leave him enough time to get prepped for anything we really wanted to get into. Namely his ass. So instead, while he serviced me with his mouth, I took the opportunity to get a look at him and feel him up.

Bear ws an older guy in his late forties, but age is something I’ve never really cared all that much about, except maybe when it comes to experience. He had a nice, soft, hairy body.  I like a big boy I can grope and squeeze on, and sadly, a lot of the really sexy ones are really self-conscious about it. They think I’m mocking them, or worse, that because I’m a Dom, I’m trying to use it to humiliate them. Nothing could be further from the truth. People of all body types have different things to offer, and that warm softness is something I love wrapping my body around.

His chest, equally as soft as his belly, was very sensitive, and I’d frequently spend the first five or ten minutes just going back and forth on his tits, biting, sucking, and squeezing all while he moaned and writhed beneath me. And I practically fell in love with his hole. Furry and tight, but not too tight, and just as sensitive as his nipples, if not more. I would lose track of time sometimes eating him out, just using my mouth on his body to pull the most delicious noises from his mouth.

Remember what I said about experience? Well as amazing as a virgin-tight hole sounds in theory, in practice, if you have a big dick, it can sometimes be the worst. I’ve met boys who are literally too tight for me to get inside of. Even now, I have boys who have to wear a plug on their drive to my place so that they’re open enough for us to both have a good time, and we don’t spend the first twenty minutes fighting against his ass muscles.

After that first morning when I sent Bear to work with my babies in his belly, we started to see each other pretty regularly. My place was on his way to work, so as long as he left early enough, it was very easy to arrange a morning servicing session, even at the last minute. I could wake up and text him around 6, he’d be over by 6:30, and out by 7. We settled into a great routine, and soon I was seeing him two to three times a week.

One morning, I was feeling particularly aggressive. It happens sometimes, I’ll get into a mood where I just want to fuck and use someone and be as rough and uncaring as possible. These moods are usually preceded by a period of my porn-watching habits switching over to more videos of the straight variety, which for some reason in turn only causes me to feel even more sexually aggressive. I woke up that day even earlier than usual, at almost 5am. That was too early even for me, so I tried to get back to sleep for a good half an hour before saying “fuck it” and texting Bear.

I told him I wanted him over as early as possible, and to be ready for me. The front door would be unlocked and he knew to just come in, lock the door behind him, and strip off once he got to my bedroom. I lay there for the next half an hour resting, because even if I fell back asleep, he’d wake me up once he got in the room. As I lay there in the dark, I slowly ground my hard cock against my bed sheets, eager for my boy to get in bed so I could start plowing.

At 6am I heard the front door open, and then the thud of his feet as he walked up the stairs. He reached my room and entered, quickly stripping as ordered. I didn’t move or make a sound, just watched him in the dim morning light peeking through my blackout curtains. Once he was down to his jockstrap (I know what I like, okay?), he crawled onto the other side of the bed next to me, and I immediately grabbed him to pull him closer. I attacked his mouth with my own, kissing him roughly while my hands roamed across his body.  I reached for his ass, squeezing his cheeks before moving my fingers towards his hole.

He was already slick with lube, having from my messages that morning that I wouldn’t be in the mood to waste time on foreplay – I could just bend him over and start fucking. This morning, however, I had some time, and I was going to leisurely enjoy myself. As I kissed him slowly, I stroked his hole with my fingers, teasing and pressing just my fingertips into him. I loved hearing him gasp into my mouth as we made out. With my other hand, I started stroking and squeezing his chest and nipples, making my kisses rougher as he squirmed.

When I was ready, I gave him a smack on the ass and repositioned him on all fours next to me. His head was shoved against my crotch, and his jock-clad ass was facing me, just to my right. I fed him my cock, pushing his head down to the base as I used my other hand to trace a finger up and down over his hole, still only teasing. As he lifted and lowered his mouth on my length, I pressed my fingers further inside of him, his back arching in response as he pushed back against them. For the next few minutes as he sucked me down, I played with his ass. Until I realized how hungry I was for something of my own.

I pulled him off my cock and positioned him next to me, this time on his back. Hovering over him, I kissed his mouth and face before moving to nip at his neck and ears. I groped and squeezed his tits before using my mouth there too, attacking his left pec with my mouth, taking as much of it as I could into my mouth and sucking and chewing on it gently. I roughly grabbed at his right pec with my hand, listening to him whine and moan above me, until I’d had enough and moved further down his body.

I ignored his jock-clad crotch – naturally – and grabbed him under his thighs, lifting and pushing his legs back so I could dive into his ass. No teasing this time, I was taking what I wanted. I assaulted his hole with my mouth, teasing him with my lips and fucking him deeply with my tongue. I looked up, over the bulge of his cock, so I could watch his face as I ate him out. In the dim light of my room, I could see his head thrashing back and forth, eyes closed, as he moaned from my ministrations. I continued to eat his hole for another few minutes, roughly opening him up with my tongue before finally allowing him to rest his legs.

I crawled up and over him once more – stopping for a moment to devour his chest again – and then I was looking him in the eye, lying between his spread legs. I kissed him roughly, only for a moment, before I leaned back and lifted his legs to my shoulders. With one hand I grabbed my cock and guided it towards his furry hole, finding it still slick with spit and lube, and I pushed inside, not stopping until I felt my balls resting against his ass.

“Thank you, Sir,” is my whispered reward from Bear.

I looked down as I started to fuck him with slow, steady thrusts. Each time I pressed all the way in, his hole would grip me tight, as if trying to prevent me from pulling back out. The moans coming from below me increased in volume, as did the “thank yous.” I let his legs slip from my shoulders to the inside of my elbows, which allowed me to lean over him further. From here, I could kiss him while I fuck him, penetrating his mouth at the same time as his ass. This is probably my favorite position – I love a boy flexible enough to kiss while I pound. All the movement and body contact connects you. You feel each other’s breath, the sweat dripping from your bodies, your heart beats – it’s like a primal desire to be as close as possible.

I held this position for another ten minutes, altering my angle here and there to keep him on his toes (or back, whatever). Then I grabbed his legs again and pushed them back even further, until he was laying almost entirely on his shoulders, ass in the air still getting pounded by my thick cock. I thrusted harder, wanting to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. In this position, I also had the perfect angle to get at his chest, so as I continued to fuck I resumed my earlier ministrations on his chest, alternating my mouth on either side. By now my Bear’s head was thrashing back and forth again, moans and words combining into one incomprehensible sound.

After kissing him some more, I was ready for another position change. I gave him one last kiss before I lowered his legs and extracted myself, flipping him onto his side facing away from me. Settling in behind him, I guided my cock to his freshly fucked hole. Once I was fully seated, I wrapped my arms around him, one under his head and the other over his belly. Holding him tightly, I mouthed at his neck and ears, grabbing and groping as I fucked, squeezing at his chest, rubbing his stomach, scraping at his thighs. I loved his body so much. It was nice to just lay next to, let alone rub up against.

We kept this up for another twenty minutes. I alternated between thrusting fast and slow, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. Other times, I’d just let my cock sit inside him fully, pulling him back to me tightly and making sure I got every last inch inside of him. One of his hands, the one he wasn’t lying on, was stretched behind him, rubbing at my arms and side, encouraging me to use him harder and faster.

I could see the amount of light peeking through the top of my blackout curtains and estimated it was around 6:40. Still some time left. I loosened my grip on his body and pulled out again, positioning him on his hands and knees and settling on my own knees behind him. I pressed back inside and continued to fuck at a steady pace. I still didn’t want to cum yet, so I focused on making the boy underneath me moan as much as possible until I was ready. He wasted no time in meeting each of my thrusts with his own, fucking himself on my cock as much as I was fucking him. I gave his ass a few playful smacks, eliciting more moans, and started to tease at his hole stretched around my cock with my thumb. First by rubbing around the rim, then by pushing the thumb inside slightly with each thrust forward, his hole growing tighter around the added appendage.

At that moment, something came over me and I felt a sudden and possessive urge to grip him by the neck, forcing his face down and into the pillow. I moved to stand while still leaving my cock buried into him to the hilt, my legs framing his thighs. I began thrusting again, straight down into his ass, a muffled moan erupting from the pillow he had been shoved into. I was almost completely covering his body now, slamming my dick directly against his prostate with every thrust. If he hadn’t cum by now, he would soon. Not that it mattered to me either way. The only orgasm that mattered here was mine, and that was how we both liked it.

I reached under to play with his nipples again. I’m only into chests that much when the boy is also really into having them played with. I just love making a boy make noise, any way I can. I bit at his shoulders as I squeezed and pulled on his tits, still fucking roughly down into his raised ass.  I could feel my orgasm building more and more, but I still wasn’t ready to end this. I continued to fuck in this position a while longer, changing up the speed, force, and angle of my thrusts to keep him off balance. I wanted to breed him, but not in this position.

I came to a stop, leaving my cock fully seated inside him for a moment, before pulling out of him for the second-to-last time. I grabbed him by the legs and pulled backwards, leaving him flat on his stomach. That’ll do. Climbing back over him, his hole has been fucked so open that I didn’t even have to steer my cock in; I just bottomed out immediately and began fucking. There was no more room for elegance. Now, I was only interested in doing as much as I possibly could to his ass before I stuffed it full of cum. I had his shoulder gripped in my teeth and my hips were furiously snapping above his ass. Between the noises he’d been making and the squeaking of my bed, I was almost positive I'd woken my roommates up by now. Hell, I needed to start getting ready for work soon myself.

When the orgasm finally hit me, I slammed down into him as hard as I could. My full body was fully on top of his, gripping onto whatever part of him that I could reach. My cock pulsed with each shot I unleashed, and I growled as I futilely tried to get inside of him even further. After six or seven volleys of cum, I was spent and collapsed on his back. Basking in the afterglow, his hand rubbed gently at the back of my head.

“Thank you for fucking and breeding me, Sir,” he told me. “I can’t wait to carry your load inside me all day at work today.”

I smiled into his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. “Me too boy, me too.”

Fuck, do I have time for a nap?

The Terran Calendar

Terra, much like Earth, uses calendars to track the progression of the year as well as its various seasons and holidays. While there are a number of different calendars in use by the various Terran cultures, the one readers will be most familiar with is the Elutian Calendar. This calendar, created thousands of years ago somewhere in the south of Vitelu, was popularized and spread to much of the rest of the world by the elves.

The length of a Terran year is identical to our own, divided into twelve months. Each week contains seven days, and their days twenty-four hours. In many other aspects, however, they could not be more different. The days of the week, for example, are named after the three celestial bodies and four classical elements: Astraday, Solisday, Lunaday, Ignisday, Aerisday, Terraday, and Aquaday. This week starts weekend first, on Astraday, the equivalent of our Saturday.

Each month contains a total of thirty days, and all twelve are spread evenly across four seasons, similar to our own, though with slightly altered dates. Each month is named for a sign of the zodiac, corresponding with the dates the planet passes through that sign’s constellation in relation to the position of the sun. Their names are as follows, beginning with the months of Spring: Arieus, Taurea, Geminus, Cancea, Leus, Virgus, Libris, Scorpius, Sagitarea, Capricus, Aquaria, and Piscea.

The start of each new season, the equinoxes and solstices, are celebrated as global holidays by the parts of the world who follow the Elutian Calendar. These days are considered separate from the rest, taking place the day before the start of that season's first month; Arieus for Spring, Cancea for Summer, Libris for Autumn, and Capricus for Winter. The dates for these days are written with the day recorded as “0,” meaning someone born on the Winter Solstice would have a birthday of 0/10/XXXX.

New Year’s Day is another global holiday, and is celebrated on the day before the Spring Equinox, written with the month and day as 0/0/XXXX. Leap years, which take place every four years just like on Earth, are held on the day before New Years, or more accurately, on the final day of the previous year. This date is written as 0/13, and because of that those who are more superstitious believe that people born on Leap Days are unlucky or cursed.

As previously stated, the Elutian Calendar is only one of many calendars used across Terra. While the majority of them are rarely used by anyone outside of a specific region or homeland, some have found popularity as widespread as the Elutian. The most well known of these is the Huaxian Calendar. It is similarly divided into twelve months among four seasons, but with names based on the Huaxian Zodiac: Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig, Rat, and Ox.

These months also contain thirty days, but are split differently, into three weeks of ten. The days of the week are named after the Five Phases of the Wuxing: huǒ (fire), shuǐ (water), mù (wood), jīn (metal), and tǔ (earth). These five are cycled through each week twice, with the first half being attributed to the sun, and the second half the moon. In order, the days are: Huoqiri, Shuiqiri, Muqiri, Jinqiri, Tuqiri, Huoqiyue, Shuiqiyue, Muqiyue, Jinqiyue, Tuqiyue.

Rather than celebrating the solstices and equinoxes as separate holidays, the Huaxian Calendar calls for seasonal festivals to be held at the peak of their respective seasons. Each festival is dedicated to a specific mythological figure from Huaxian mythology as well as one of the Five Phases. The Holy Day of the Azure Dragon is held during the middle of the month of the Rabbit, representing Wood. The Holy Day of the Vermillion Bird takes place during the month of the Horse, representing Fire. The Holy Day of the White Tiger is during the month of the Rooster, representing Metal. And finally, the Holy Day of the Black Tortoise happens in the month of the Rat, representing Water. Additionally, rather than New Year's being a day on its own, the Holy Day of the Yellow Dragon is celebrated in the very middle of the year, representing Earth, and leap days occur once again at the very end of the year.

Those are two most widespread calendars across the lands of Terra, but who’s to say they’re the only ones we’ll see? It’s a big world, and there’s a lot of people in it. Only time will tell where the story takes us, and thankfully we can all use a calendar to mark off the days.

Next Month's Patreon Story

This poll is just to determine next week's story update. You can either get chapter 2 of Service Duty, or the first chapter, as well as the title and cover art, for Steel & Thunder Book Three. You'll be getting both either way, this just determines the order.  If Service Duty wins, the first two chapters of book 2 will post in December and January, and if it loses they will be posted in November and December, with Service Duty chapter 2 coming in Feb.

Service Duty, Chapter 1

Wait, you’re really going to strap me into that thing?”

“That is the general idea, yes.”

“Why?” I ask while staring at the contraption made of leather and wood.

“Ease of access?” Khazak offers as he walks toward the bench. I use the word “bench” loosely; it looks more like a sawhorse covered with padded leather.

“Uh-huh, and it has nothing to do with the fact that all the orcs in this city seem to be kinky bastards?” I’ve been on one of these before at our friend Brull’s sex shop, but this one looks much more complicated. There are spots for limbs to rest and a lot more straps to hold them in place.

“That may have had a hand in things, yes,” he answers with a hint of smugness.

“Do I really have to do this?” I whine but march toward my fate nonetheless.

“No.” He looks at me like I’m stupid. “You also had the option of re-writing all the reports you ruined. You chose this. After being asked multiple times.”

“…Only ’cause you didn’t give me an option that wasn’t spending the next two or three days writing,” I grumble as I climb onto the bench.

“Mhmm, and I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you are also a ‘kinky bastard.’” Khazak grins down as he begins to strap me in.

I know I’m complaining, but it’s only because this time I really am innocent. At least partially—I’m gonna kill Nylan when I see him next. So, a while back, I played a prank on Khazak where I switched the ink on his desk with a pot that turns invisible a few minutes after drying. Ragnar and Nylan are the ones who put me up to it, and though I ended up with an angry Khazak and a sore ass for a few days, it was worth the laugh.

I hadn’t really thought much about it again until a few days ago when Nylan asked if I’d do it again, this time to Ragnar. In return, I’d get to ask him for all the blowjobs I wanted for the next two weeks—our owners’ permission notwithstanding. I figured I’d have to wait a bit to collect, but it sounded like a good deal to me, so I took it. I asked if he was doing this for a particular reason, but in his words, “Sometimes, a brat’s just gotta brat.” He assured me he’d take all the blame, though I agreed knowing I’d probably get in trouble for participating anyway.

I had a very simple plan for getting in and swapping the ink, which only required convincing Khazak to go in a little early one morning. It seemed so easy… until things went wrong. So, so wrong. What I didn’t realize was that on that particular morning, renovations were beginning at the Tribal Hall—specifically on the wing that houses the office of Chief Grandtooth, the head of the city’s militia and ranger force, and Khazak’s direct superior. Because of that, the chief and his secretary, a man named Pragu, would be working out of our office until they were completed. Being the good employees they are, Khazak and Ragnar both offered their personal offices to their boss, and being the good boss he is, he insisted they only needed one—and chose Ragnar’s.

Only I was not here for that conversation. After bothering Khazak to come in early so I could secretly switch the ink pots, I was sent on a run to the city’s north gate to deliver a message about an arriving elven delegation. When I made it back, it was several hours before it even occurred to me to ask why Ragnar hadn’t been in his office all morning. I started sweating when he told me the chief was using it, and then spent the rest of the day in a full-blown panic when I learned what he was doing.

I don’t know the exact reason the delegation is visiting, only that it was related to some reports that the chief and Pragu were working with. As the reports are all written in Atasi, Pragu was translating them into Common to make it easier for the elves to read. Only he was using the disappearing ink I left on the desk. When the chief began to review his work and saw nothing but blank pages, he was first confused, then furious. Pragu obviously had no idea what occurred, but as soon as Khazak walked in and saw the ink, he knew.

To say they were upset is an understatement. Khazak thankfully took the brunt of the yelling for me, not that I could understand most of it anyway. Just the curses Nylan taught me, really. The chief is an intimidating man, standing a few inches taller and wider than Khazak with short gray hair and a grizzled face covered by a dark gray beard. He’s got more than a few battle scars; his left tusk is broken, and there’s a clean cut across his right eye from brow to cheek, the eye itself untouched. Pragu, though smaller, is no less intimidating, especially since he’s still bigger than I am. His brown-and-silver hair is longer, pulled back into a tight bun, and he has a strong-looking, cleanly shaved jaw.

After things calmed down somewhat, I was offered a choice of punishments. My ass would be getting tanned by Khazak regardless, but to make up for what I had done, I could either rewrite all of the reports myself—with Pragu reading the translation out loud for me—or I could spend the day on “service duty” for the station’s staff. I asked for clarification, and it’s exactly what it sounds like—I’m going to spend the day tied down to this bench while rangers and officers take turns fucking me.

Part of me wishes I could say otherwise, but I didn’t have to think hard about which option to pick. My hand cramps up just thinking about doing that much writing. So here I am, getting tied to a fuck bench with my ass facing the doorway. Khazak already told me the ground rules—no one will hurt me, I am allowed as many breaks as I need, and he will be constantly checking on me, so once he’s done strapping me in, I think that’s it.

“There.” He pats my butt once he’s finished with the final leg strap. “Any last questions before we get started?”

I rack my brain trying to think of anything I might have forgotten to ask about, my gut twisting when something pops into my head. “What happens if… What if a woman—”

“You will not be expected to service any of the women,” he reassures me. “They will be more than happy to watch. Though I did hear a few of them asking Arik about his cock.”

My body flushes, and I’m not sure if it’s because I like or hate the idea. I shake it from my head.

“Alright, send in my first victim,” I say with my head held high, or at least as high as this thing will allow.

“No need,” he tells me with a laugh, walking around to my front. “He is already here.”

“Aww, I thought we skipped morning sex today to save me the added soreness,” I say with mock disappointment as I eye him unbuttoning his pants.

“No, I simply saw no reason to not sleep in a little when I knew this would be available to me all day.” With a smirk, he pulls out his cock, already hardening and only inches from my face.

There are no more words as he closes the distance, and I wrap my lips around him. With my body strapped down like this, I can’t do much in the way of movement, only able to bob my head slightly, so Khazak does most of the work. With a hand on the back of my head, he slowly pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks hollow out as I suck lightly, feeling bold enough to tease it with my tongue once he is fully erect, swiping over the leaking, hooded head. Then Khazak pulls out, walking around to my backside with his cock standing out straight from his fly.

“We will need to make sure you remain well lubricated all day,” he tells me as I hear the opening of a familiar bottle.

With a hand on one cheek to spread me apart, cool slippery fingers delve into my crack, making me jump when I feel them slide across my hole. They circle the area briefly before one presses inside, sliding easily down to the last knuckle, making me gasp. That first feeling of going from empty to full still catches me off guard no matter how many times I’ve been fucked. It does make it easier, though, and Khazak soon adds a second and third finger, spreading them apart to ensure I am stretched to his liking.

“That should do it.” The fingers are pulled from my body and replaced with something larger.

Both of Khazak’s hands grip my ass as he pushes inside of me, one still wet with oil. They give me a good squeeze when he bottoms out, circling his hips around once before pulling back. He starts fucking me straight away, hands gripping me tight. I guess he is working, and not spending too much time fucking while on the clock is a very Khazak thing to worry about.

Seeing as I can’t do anything but take it, not even move, I relax onto the bench. Khazak is well-acquainted enough with my hole by now that he knows just how to fuck me. Yeah, this is waaaaay preferable to spending the next three days hunched over a desk—because I’m sure it would take me a lot longer to write those reports out than it did Pragu. Sure, I might be a little tired and sore by the time we go home tonight, but I get to spend the entire day entire day having sex! The choice wasn’t even close.

“Oh good, he’s already set up.” I hear Ragnar’s voice as he enters the room. “Do you mind if I take his mouth?”

“Not at all. That is why he is here today,” Khazak answers, casual as can be while thrusting in and out of my butt.

“Thank you, Captain.” Ragnar comes into view as he walks round to my front, hand already working to undo his pants.

As he pushes his cock into my mouth, he looks down on me with a hint of pity. Coming clean meant telling on Nylan, at least to Khazak and Ragnar, so he knows it’s partially the half-human, half-elf’s fault that I’m in this predicament. Not enough pity not to use me though, and soon he and Khazak are fucking me back and forth like a two man saw; when Khazak pulls back, Ragnar pushes in. 

I feel like I’m being stretched to my limits. Getting filled at both ends is distracting enough as it is, but once Khazak start to work his fuck-magic, that becomes all I can focus on. His cock spreads my hole as it glides over my prostate again and again. I let out a muffled moan as I feel the little bursts of pleasure that accompany each pass. Then I feel a hand tapping against my cheek.

“Hey, pay attention.” Ragnar emphasizes by thrusting into my mouth. “This isn’t about you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that I was the intended target of your little prank.”

I grumble unintelligibly around his dick. It’s not like I can help it! Tell Khazak to stop being such a good top. Still, I go back to paying as much attention to him as I am Khazak. Not that anyone could really forget a dick in his mouth. I’m doing my best here!

Khazak’s cock continues to feel amazing because I have no control over that. I do try to use it to my advantage though. Each time he pushes in to the hilt, there’s just this smallest hint of pain, of being too filled. Whenever I feel that, I make sure to run my tongue around the hooded head of Ragnar’s cock. See? I’m paying attention!

I’m surprised and a little disappointed when only a few minutes later I feel Khazak’s cock pulsing as he cums with little more than a soft grunt. Our sessions normally last much longer, and usually by the time he’s cum, I’ve had two or three orgasms myself. Like Ragnar said, this isn’t about you. Khazak pulls out of me with a slap on the ass, pausing to admire his handiwork before leaving.

“He is all yours, Deputy,” Khazak tells Ragnar as I hear him stepping away from us. “Try not to take too long. Chief Grandtooth is holding this morning’s briefing.”

“I will be there, sir!” Ragnar’s hand leaves my head briefly, probably to salute.

Without another word, Ragnar pulls out of my mouth and circles around me to replace Khazak. I really don’t mind. If I had to pick between the two, I’d choose getting fucked over sucking dick any day. Not that I don’t like to suck dick; getting fucked just feels sooooo much better.

“If it helps, know that Nylan is being punished too,” Ragnar tells me as listen to him slick himself up. “Not quite as elaborately as this—he’s getting spanked every night for the next two weeks.”

“Thank you, sir. It does help a little.” I never claimed to not be petty.

Ragnar follows in Khazak’s footsteps and sets a quick pace right off the bat, the sounds of our skin slapping together quickly filling the room. Since I’m back to having only one orifice occupied, I can let myself enjoy it. I close my eyes and relax as Ragnar’s thick length pounds in and out of my hole. He’s not quite as big as Khazak, but he more than makes up for that in skill. I bite my lip to hold in a moan—I really don’t want to make too much noise today. Whether that’s to be courteous or just to hopefully prevent the entire building from knowing I’m back here, I’m not sure.

Khazak may have gotten me warmed up, but it’s Ragnar who’s going to push me over the edge. Each time he thrusts back inside, I feel pressure start to build up in my body, pressure that doesn’t leave when he pulls back out. As things continue to build, I fight against the urge to tense up, knowing it won’t be long before—there it is. Things crest and the pressure releases, and I cum with my face pressed against the padded leather to muffle my noise.

“Just can’t help yourself, can you, boy?” Ragnar asks with a hint of cockiness.

“Afraid not, sir,” I reply with a sigh, a dopey smile on my lips.

Ragnar finishes soon after that, tensing up as he breeds me and adds his load to Khazak’s. He lingers inside of me a moment longer, enjoying the warmth around his softening cock before it slips out. After hearing the rustle of clothing, a cloth is wiped along my ass, Ragnar cleaning the excess lube and whatever else is dripping out of me. Then with a pat to the butt, I’m alone.

I’m not sure how long I’m in the “service” room by myself, but I almost drift off into a nap by the time Khazak comes back in to check on me. Walking around to my front, he holds a waterskin up to my mouth and allows me to drink. After putting it away, he moves to inspect my various limbs.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, checking the skin under the straps for irritation.

“Fine. Kinda bored. How long have I been in here already?” It has to have been at least an hour or two.

“About thirty minutes.” What?! “I would not worry about getting bored. I wanted to check on you before the rest of the ‘morning rush’ came in, so to speak. You can expect more visitors soon.”

With another pat to my butt, I am once again by myself. Before very long, I start to zone out, staring at a blank spot on the wall to my left. I don’t even notice the footsteps behind me as someone approaches. It’s not until I feel the hands on my ass and the deep chuckle that accompanies them that I realize I’m no longer alone.

“Well, what do we have here?” That’s Arik.

Arik Deepfist is a ranger who, from what I’m told, lives up to his name. He also has a... well, magical cock. I don’t mean he works magic with his cock—although he does that too—I mean it’s a literal magic cock attached to a harness. While it doesn’t cum in the traditional way, Arik still feels it like he is, but with none of the refractory period, and as a result, it gives him a stamina that is unmatched. Stamina that makes me nervous given how long I will be in here.

“You know the captain won’t be happy if he finds out you spent the whole day in here fucking me, right?” I try not to sound too nervous, not wanting him to call my bluff.

“Oh, is that so?” Arik asks innocently. “Then I guess I better keep this short.” I feel the heavy weight of his cock slap across my ass. Did he walk in with it already pulled out?!

There’s only a brief moment where I hear lube being applied, and then Arik is aiming at my hole and shoving his way inside. It’s suddenly a real struggle to hold in my groans, my hands balling up into fists. I kind of wish Khazak had left me with a gag, though I guess that wouldn’t leave my mouth avail—oh gods that was at least another three inches.

“That’s what I thought,” Arik says with a slap to the rump after he finishes breaking me open on his length.

Content that I’ve been put back in my place, Arik fucks me in a familiar rhythm, his thighs smacking against mine steadily. My eyes are still shut, and I’m fighting to hold in my noises, but it does get easier to handle, eventually. But just when I start to relax, I feel the tapping of another cock against my lips, and open my eyes to see … an officer whose name I don’t know. Welp, I knew that was bound to happen today. The officer gives me an expectant look and taps himself against me again, inserting himself into my mouth when I finally open as requested.

The two begin to speak to each other in Atasi, and I am back to being used at both ends, though this time by very different men. Men who have a lot less patience for me than my owner and his best friend. It’s not that they’re rougher with me, exactly, but there’s obviously less care in how they handle me—which really only serves to make the whole situation hotter. The way I can hear Arik laughing and joking like I’m not here, the way the man in my mouth doesn’t care if he thrusts deep enough to make me gag. My body flushes red as I realize just how much the humiliation turns me on. That combined with Arik’s never-ending pounding has me close to cumming again soon, and I cry out weakly around the officer in my mouth when I finally do, my hole pulsing around the solid weight of Arik’s still-thrusting dick. And it just goes on and on. I’m not sure how many times I cum before Arik’s finally had enough, but I can barely think straight.

“Alright, that is enough for now,” he says with a sigh. “Not to worry. I’ll be back after I finish some of that work you’re so worried about.”

With a few harsh spanks, he’s gone, and the officer in my mouth moves quickly to replace him, another officer taking his place in my mouth. Shit, does that mean there’s a line? Thankfully the cock currently in my ass is easier to handle, not even coming close in girth to any of the three I have taken already. It feels good, but I’m nowhere near close to cumming again. He cums himself not long after he starts, and I’m starting to realize I have really been spoiled when it comes to sexual partners.

I’m expecting the man in my mouth to take his place in my ass like everyone else, but he’s content to stay where he is. I soon feel another person stepping up to my butt while my oral lover continues his steady face-fuck. His cumshot catches me off guard, filling my mouth with his load and forcing me to swallow or make a mess. He holds himself in place for me to finish cleaning off, then pulls out and leaves without so much as a thank you.

God, why did my dick just get harder?

And so my morning continues, with ranger after ranger using either my mouth or ass for their own pleasure. Some of them I know while others are total strangers. Before long, I’m not even bothering to look up at the orc attached to the dick I’m presented with. I just start sucking. Sometimes they switch from one to the other, sometimes they stick with a hole until they’re done, but throughout it, I am at the center, offering up my body for their ill use. I’m still going to get Nylan back for getting me into this mess, but it would be a lie to say that I’m not enjoying myself.

I feel the officer in my ass pull out after cumming, and when he’s not replaced and with my mouth free, I slowly come to realize that the “morning rush” has finally ended. I feel like a mess, covered in cum with both my mouth and my ass sore from all the use. The rest of my body feels stiff and is just itching for a chance to stretch. By the time I’m finally aware enough to call for some assistance, Khazak is already there, wiping me down with a warm, damp cloth and unbuckling me from the bench. After helping me to stand, he makes sure I drink some water before walking me to his office.

“How are you feeling?” Khazak asks after pulling us both onto the couch, one which has already had a towel placed over it. Good thing too because even cleaned up, my hole feels sloppy, and I know even if I tried my best I’d still leak onto the furniture.

“Good. A little sore. That was intense. But I, uh, also really liked it,” I admit sheepishly.

“I hope you still feel that way after the second half of the day.” He squeezes me into his side.

“Hey, David…” A quiet voice creeps through the open office door, and I turn to see Nylan sheepishly walking in.

“Hey.” He looks afraid to come closer, but I’m too wiped to be angry even if I actually was.

“Are you feeling okay?” He steps closer, both of his arms behind his back.

“I’m fine, Ny. Really.” I try to give him my best smile. Try. “But you definitely owe me for this. Way more than two weeks of blowjobs.”

“Blowjobs?” Khazak repeats. “That’s why you did this?”

“…Maybe?” Khazak only laughs and shakes my head at my answer.

“I brought you lunch!” Nylan finally shows me what he’s been holding behind his back—two sandwiches wrapped in paper and a paper cone filled with dar-buk.

“This is a start,” I tell the elf as I accept the peace offering.

Nylan nods, leaning in to give me a quick hug before scurrying out.

“Alright, enjoy your lunch. You get two hours today,” Khazak says as I start to unwrap one of the sandwiches. “I suggest you nap after you eat to restore some of your energy. Chief Grandtooth made a comment about visiting you before the day was done, and I have a feeling you may need it.”

I can’t help myself and peer out of his office door into Ragnar’s across the hall, seeing the man in question behind the desk reading. He looks up at me as if he could feel my eyes on him, a sly smile on his face. I swallow nervously, worried Khazak may be right.

Storms & Sacrifice is Out + Patreon Story Publishing

Hooooooooly crap everyone. Storms & Sacrifice is out! Hopefully most of you are already reading it or waiting on your paperbacks to come in, but here is a list of online retailers if you still need to pick up a copy. I am really eager to hear what you think of it, and would love it if you would be so kind as to grace me with some reviews. They make the book world go round!

I started working on this book almost immediately after I finished Steel & Thunder. In many ways, it is an extension of that book. When I was originally posting the story online, I envisioned them as a single, larger book, and that was going to be it before moving on to something else. But getting my publishing contract allowed me to expand my original vision and create something so much more. The third book is well on the way, and you can expect some updates about that in the coming months.

In some more specific Patreon news, it’s looking like My Three Orc Dads and Dom’s Little Black Book may be getting ebook or novella releases in the future. Still working out the details, but if they do, all subscribers will get a free copy of the ebook as a thank you for the support! NONE of the stories will be taken down from here, if anything they will be updated after a real editor looks over them and given some fancy cover art.

Happy reading, and remember, daddy needs some reviews!

This Month on Patreon

Here’s what I have coming over on Patreon for the month of September:

• 10/11: The first chapter of Service Duty, another short non-canon story which sees David acting as “stress relief” for the rangers on duty.
• 10/18: The Terran Calendar - Learn about the different months, days of the week, holidays, and more from around the world of Terra.
• 10/25: Early Morning Bear - The story of an older bear I used to have amazingly passionate morning sex with.

Married Cub, Part 1

Readers, by now you must have figured out that I am, for lack of a better term, a slut. I don’t view that word as an insult, but there are still a lot of screwed up stereotypes based around the idea that gay men are somehow more permiscuous than other people. I am not a slut because I am a gay man, I am a gay man who happens to be slutty. And yes, I am fully aware that I am making that statement in the middle of what is essentially a memoir about my sex life.

It’s not even something that exclusively comes from outside of the gay community, there are tons of judgy gays looking for an excuse to slut shame someone. There’s this idea that if you’re someone who likes to have a lot of sex, you’re somehow damaged. You don’t even have to be single for this to happen, people in all sorts of open relationships have to deal with people telling them there must be something wrong with their relationship.

Obviously, I think that’s a load of shit. I suspect what is actually happening here is much simpler. If you look at gay/bi/pan men as a whole, then you have a group of people who are 1. All the same gender and 2. Are all attracted to the same gender. When that is your baseline, finding and setting up some fun is a lot easier, and that “ease of access” means those things happen more often.

This is especially true of group situations. Think about it. When a straight couple has a threeway, at least one of those people isn’t really getting what they want, they’re sticking it out for their partner. But when everyone involved is at minimum attracted to the same gender they also all happen to all be, things are just simpler to line up. There’s no worrying about what happens if you accidentally touch the wrong person, just thoughts about what fun kinks you all can get weird with, and you know I love getting weird; time for a story!

This story, like so many others, takes place in Florida. It was the summer, and like many people I was doing what I could to stay cool. That meant a lot of indoor activities, going to the beach, and of course pool time. On a particularly warm Sunday, I was chatting with a new friend, Rick, via a hookup app. We had only been chatting for maybe a week at that point, when he extended me an invite to a pool party. A pool party at his home, with a private backyard, in which one can be naked. Now, the only thing better than a pool party is a clothing-optional pool party, so I grabbed a six pack and towel, and headed over.

Rick greeted me at the door when I arrived, our first time meeting in person. He was a nice looking guy, about my height with black hair, tan skin, and a clean shaven face. He had a little bit of a belly, a body type not overall that dissimilar from my own. After a hug and some brief first-time-meeting awkwardness, he led me through the house and out into the backyard where the festivities had begun.

There were a few other guys milling about, and Rick let us know that more were on their way. One by one, he introduced me to his friends, and to his husband, Dan. Rick had told me a little about Dan, but I still didn’t know much. He was cute, maybe an inch or two shorter than his husband with brown hair and a shortly-trimmed beard.

The party had only just started, and everyone was still clothed, no one brave enough to be the first one in the pool. We were all just sitting around having a few drinks and talking about video games and TV while more guys slowly trickled in. It was pretty low key, but that’s a good thing. Walking into the middle of an orgy can be a little off putting if you’re not expecting it. If you are, then they’re a ton of fun, but personally I just don’t mind more of a challenge.

Eventually, Rick decided to break the ice and jump into the pool himself, spurring the rest of us to strip down to join him. Swimsuits are all still on, since a few of the guys here still aren’t comfortable with public nudity. Now, I’m not interested in pressuring anyone to get naked, but I was not there to be modest, which is why my swimsuit was basically not a swimsuit. It was made of blue and white mesh, and the mesh covered very, very little. Half the reason I go to those kinds of parties is to show off, which is why I buy swimsuits that look like that in the first place.

I got a few catcalls and compliments - as intended - when I exited the pool to refill my drink, but for the most part the vibe stays nice and relaxed. We were all just floating around and talking about whatever dumb things came to mind. I planned on being invited to many more of these, so I wanted to make friends with everybody there. I think the swimsuit might have helped, too.

The first set of trunks finally came off while we were talking about the latest season of Drag Race, tossed to the side by a now-naked Dan. After that, most of the rest of us began to remove our own suits, all except the few who were still feeling shy. Which again, is fine - I knew this was a pool party, but didn’t think it was a party I’d necessarily be getting laid at.

Of course, that’s when Rick sidled up beside me and grabbed my cock underwater, while I continued talking like it was nothing. I subtly reached down and palmed his own cock briefly, but I was largely content to let him explore my rod on his own. As the evening turned into night, people were still talking and having fun, but, come on - we were standing in water, everyone could see exactly what was going on. No one else seemed particularly shocked by this, but there were more than a few stares. I eventually had to get out to refresh my drink again, with my full erection on display. When I got back in the water, Dan had switched places with Rick, and he was a lot more forward than his husband.

Things picked up pretty much where they left off, except now I’ve got a different guy on my dick. Believe it or not, it wasn’t the first time that’s happened, so I did what came natural and took charge. I guided him to stand in front of me, with my cock pressed right against his ass. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him back into me while I grinded into him, giving the occasional squeez to his crotch or thighs. Everyone continued their conversations like normal, but even I couldn’t help but get distracted here. Or do the distracting. Every few seconds I flexed my cock, nestled right up against his hole, and I could hear the soft whimpers he’d been trying to hold back. This one was gonna be fun.

After a good fifteen minutes of that, Dan finally pulled away to go inside for a second. He said he needed to lock up the dogs, but as he got out, he gave me this look, and suddenly, I had to use the bathroom. To pee. And nothing else. So of course, I announced this and got out of the pool to follow Dan inside, so he could show me where it was. Look, there was at least an attempt at some pretense, okay? In hindsight, I actually have no idea how stealthy we were or if Rick or anyone else knew what was going on at that point. Not that it would have stopped me if they did.

Dan quickly pulled me into their bedroom, and I didn't wait for him to do. I grabbed him, pulled him to me, and then we were kissing. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, and since we were both still naked from the pool, there was nothing in our way. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his nicely plumped ass and squeezed, and he rewarded me with a nice moan into my mouth. I squeezed again and snaked a finger towards his hole, teasing lightly. He started to whimper in response, same as he did in the pool, so I deepened the kiss and pressed harder against his hole.

“Fuck me?” he asked, before climbing onto the bed and raising his ass to the air.

“I planned on it.” I smacked his ass a few times before taking it in my hands and spreading him. Right after I was satisfied eating out that ass.

After a few more spanks, I dove in face-first, hearing more of those wonderful whimpers and moans - I love a vocal boy. I couldn’t take as much time as I would normally want to, I didn’t want us to seem gone for too long. That didn’t mean I couldn’t still make sure to enjoy myself. After I finished eating my fill, I pulled back and asked him for the lube. He motioned to the nightstand, ass still raised on the edge of the bed.

I grabbed the bottle and pumped some out into my hand, slicking it up and down my cock. Positioned behind him, I rubbed some lube on his hole and slipped a finger inside, offering him what I could in the way of preparation. However, that finger slipped inside so easily that I wasn’t convinced the boy would actually need all that much prep, so I slapped my cock against his hole and pushed in. Once again, I wasn’t met with much resistance. It seemed like this boy got around.

“Your husband know how much of a slut you are?” I ask him with another smack to his furry cheeks. Though, again, probably wouldn’t stop me if he didn’t.

My only answer was more moans, and as Dan looked back at me over his shoulder, all I could see was my new cumdump. After one slow and steady push, I bottomed out inside of him. I wasted no time in starting to fuck him - a slut with an ass that ready didn’t need me to go slow and probably wouldn’t want me to. I gave him a few more spanks while I set the rhythm. Once I started to fuck him in earnest, Dan really came alive. He was a moaner, and also a very needy bottom. As he was bent over, he continued to look back at me, all sorts of filth spewing from his mouth. Begging me for more of my cock, telling me I owned his hole, that I was his daddy.

“Fuck yeah I am, bitch.” I punctuate my sentence by pushing in to the hilt and holding myself there.

“Please, daddy, please fuck me harder,” he whined, trying to push his ass back on ym cock even harder. “Please breed me.”

“Yeah, you want my load, boy?” Aggression fills my voice, and I reach down to yank him back by his hair. “Beg me for it.”

“Please daddy, breed me!” he immediately begins to babble. “Please, I need it, I need your load inside of me!”

He continued his begging, telling me just how much he wanted my cock and load, how bad he wanted me to use him. Feeling his warm and now-pink ass under my hands, I kept thrusting, gripping his hips hard as I finally tipped over the edge and started to cum. I slammed all the way inside of him and groaned as I bred my new cumdump. I could hear his dogs barking at us in the background, but the blood rushing through my ears drowned out everything else.

We stood there for a few minutes and caught our breath. Slowly, I extracted myself from his hole and stepped back from the bed, reaching out a hand to help him stand. Sweaty and splattered with lube, we decided a quick rinse in the shower was in order before we headed back to the pool.

Or at least that was the plan when we got in there. In reality, as soon as we got in there I shoved him against the shower wall and planted my still-hard cock right back in his ass. I just couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t even doing it because I thought I was going to cum again, I just wanted to own his ass for a little while longer, make sure he knew who daddy was before I returned him to his hubby with my potential children leaking from his hole.

I held him roughly by the hips and pounded away while he squirmed and squealed with every thrust. I was seriously getting off on the power trip. I continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly pulled out, smacking him on the ass and telling him to finish up. I finished rinsing off and stepped out, grabbing a towel for myself, and soon he’s right behind me drying off as well. After ensuring that we didn’t look too much like we just got done fucking, we both very nonchalantly stepped back outside, as if we hadn’t just disappeared for twenty minutes.

It actually seemed like we might have gotten away with it. I was pretty sure his husband Rick knew, but I was getting the vibe that that was their deal. I don’t think you could be married to someone as slutty as Dan without knowing how much of a cockhound he is. But no one said anything, at least not at first. Eventually, someone made a joke about the both of us vanishing inside for a bit, but it seemed like the guy genuinely didn’t understand why. So I just joked back that I needed Dan to show me where the bathroom was, without bothering to wipe the incredibly obvious smirk off my face.

I told you, I love showing off, and here I was with a pool full of new friends to enjoy it.

Deep Dive: Creative Magic

Creative magic is perhaps the rarest and least understood type of magic in the world of Terra. While the abilities of most other spellcasters become apparent as a person gets older, creative casters can go their entire lives without ever realizing what they are. There are only a handful of training schools for creative spellcasting in the world, each with its own methodology and curriculum. This is due in part because many aspects of creative spellcasting work differently than other types of spellcasting.

All spellcasting abilities are the result of a connection between the caster and the source of their magic. For arcane casters, this is a direct link to the astral plane, for divine casters, it is through their deity or higher power, and for natural casters, it is a connection to the natural world around them. These connections allow the users to access the energies of the astral plane and cast spells. But a creative caster’s magical source is internal; they are their own source of magic, connecting to the energies of the astral plane through sheer force of will.

Because of this, the way creative spells are cast and function can differ greatly from other types of magic. You are not likely to see a bard slinging fireballs like a wizard or stitching their allies back together like a cleric. Most creative spells are based around enhancing and strengthening allies, or crippling and weakening enemies. Many also focus on altering a subject’s mental or emotional state, and can often be affected by the caster’s own thoughts and emotions. While some of these are cast in ways that resemble more traditional spellcasting, others can be done without the subject or even the caster being aware.

The magical abilities of a creative spellcaster manifest in the same ways as other types of spellcasters, usually presenting in a child at a young age. These children will be naturally charismatic, but because of the peculiarities of their spellcating, their other abilities go completely unnoticed. It takes a keen eye to notice the signs of an untapped creative caster, and those who are are typically creative casters themselves, on the hunt for new students. As such, there is not a title given to untrained creative spellcasters.

There are four different classes of creative spellcasters, which can each be tied to different aspects of the creative process. The classes can be further split into categories based on whether their spellcasting is considered passive or active. On the passive side of things we have muses and makers, and on the active side are bards and conductors. Despite each of these classes functioning in vastly different ways, they all carry similarities in how they use magic.

Muses represent inspiration, and indeed that is what most of their magical abilities are based around. A muse is able to inflame the passion within someone, regardless of what that passion might be for. More than that, a muse is able to project their feelings and emotions into the result of that inspiration, whether that be art, a new invention, or even something more abstract like a performance. This natural ability to inspire makes muses excellent leaders, able to motivate the people around them. More than just pushing someone to work harder, a muse could invigorate an adventuring group’s spirits and push them to victory. Well-trained muses are even able to impart more than just emotions, using their magic to alter their allies’ or enemies' physical state.

Makers represent creation, the act of making something from nothing. Like muses, makers are passive spellcasters, and their abilities function in many of the same ways, magically infusing their feelings and desires into their creations. A maker is able to create art that causes viewers to be overcome with emotion, or write a speech that could sway millions to their cause. People using items or tools crafted by a maker will often find themselves possessing more skill or knowledge about what they are using it for than they did previously. Extremely talented makers could construct a stronghold with magically fortified defenses, or even forge a weapon that can set enemies ablaze.

Bards represent performance. They are active casters, and the most well-known of the creative classes due in large part to their active, performing nature. Bards cast spells through their performances, and while this is most commonly seen with music and song, they are able to use any kind of performance. While they are able to affect and alter emotions the same as their passive spellcasting brethren, bards find it much easier to cast spells with more metaphysical results. A bard could make their companions’ muscles as strong as a bear’s, leave their enemies with blistering frost along their skin, or even alter their appearance with an illusion. The more aspects there are to a performance, the more a bard is capable of, which again lends itself most to performing music. These spells are commonly known as spellsongs. A bard playing the drums is capable of casting one spellsong, but a bard playing the drums and singing can cast two. Battlebands are present in the militaries of many different Terran nations, and there are even legends of one-man-bands tearing their way through entire armies.

Rather than represent a single aspect, Conductors represent direction over the other aspects. Conductors are active spellcasters like bards, and are the rarest of the creative spellcasting classes, due in large part to the way their abilities work. Conductors do not cast spells on their own, but instead combine their magic with that of another caster, using it to enhance or alter the spell in some way, increasing its potency or adding an additional effect. They are also capable of combining the magics of more than one spell, creating an entire ensemble of spellcasters. This is most commonly seen with bards and other performers, but conductors are not limited to only creative spellcasters. Skilled conductors can blend magic and spells of any type, often leading to dazzling and devastating results.

Interestingly, this ability to “fuse” magic like this is not unique to conductors, but is something present in all creative spellcasting. A bard’s magic gains more strength when inspired by a muse or when using an instrument crafted by a maker. Likewise, a muse inspiring a maker to write a spellsong to be performed by a bard who is being directed by a conductor would find that spellsong’s power increased exponentially. It is not unheard of for a creative caster to fall under the mantle of more than one class, and this happens far more than any other category of spellcaster, perhaps as the result of or at least relating to this natural fusion ability.

My Three Orc Dads, Chapter 4

I follow Orlun into the bathroom on shaky legs. I spot him at the far end of the counter, washing his dick in the sink. He smirks at me as I pass him, going for the toilet because I swear it feels like I’ve got a gallon of orc cum in me. He ruffles my hair when he’s finished, while I’m still sitting down feeling it leak out of me, and then I’m alone.

After I finish cleaning up, I return to the bedroom, looking for my clothes but only spotting my jockstrap and pants. Taking this as a subtle order, I redress my lower half before venturing out. Rurig said dinner was ready, so I aim for the dining room, where I find all three orcs seated and waiting for me. Rurig and Orlun are on one side of the table while Jarek is on the other with an empty seat next to him. Everyone is shirtless, so at least I don’t need to feel weird about that.

“There you are,” Rurig notes my entrance. “Was worried we might have worn you out.”

“It’ll take more than that, sirs,” I say perhaps a little too cockily as I take my seat.

“We will see about that,” Orlun replies.

Rurig says a quick blessing and we all dig in. The stew I helped him with is delicious, the meat juicy and tender. All around me are the sounds of slurping and chewing, as well as the occasional mumbled “thank you” to Rurig and me for cooking. It’s a few minutes before people have had enough to slow down a little and talk.

“How were Murza and Yanik?” Rurig asks after wiping his mouth.

“They are doing well,” Orlun replies. “Tasha will be finishing school in just a few months.”

“Will she be moving out?” Jarek asks next.

“Not just yet.” Orlun shakes his head.” I think she has enjoyed having her mothers’ attention all to herself.”

“Do you think Urza or Ignatz will feel that way one day?” Jarek almost sounds a little sad when he asks.

“Spirits, I hope not,” Rurig says with a sigh. “It took Yogik over two years to leave.”

“You were just complaining a few days ago about how none of your children ever come home to visit and that you wished none of them had ever left,” Jarek reveals from his seat.

“Quiet you.” Rurig points at his husband with his spoon, giving him a very un-serious glare. “Do any of your siblings still live at home, David?”

“Only my sister. She just turned sixteen.” And is probably pretty pissed off that I missed her birthday.

“I for one cannot wait until we have the house back to ourselves,” Orlun adds. “Finally get back the freedom to do what we want around here.”

“Yeah, we know all about the kind of things you want to do around here, usan.” Jarek looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows and I chuckle. I get the feeling that we have the same sense of humor, though I bet he gets spanked a lotless, if at all.

“Is that so, tuto?” Orlun smirks at his husband’s challenge, using an equally cute-sounding nickname. “Perhaps after dinner I will test that.”

After dinner is finished, we bring our dishes into the kitchen where Orlun and Jarek take care of the bulk of the cleanup. While they are doing that, Rurig brings me into the den where he pulls out a deck of cards to teach me the rules of a game called uk’pad’uk. It takes me a minute—mostly because I have problems reading the cards—but I get the hang of it by the time Orlun and Jarek rejoin us.

The game actually reminds me a lot of Spades, with everyone playing a single card each hand. I just run into issues when it comes to remembering which cards beat which other cards or what certain combinations mean. This ends up leading to a lot of laughs when I screw something up or groans when I inadvertently play something that wins the hand. It’s not happening on purpose, but a side-effect of me not really knowing what I’m doing means I’ve got a great poker face.

“You are killing me, boy,” Orlun groans when I take yet another hand and win the game. He turns to Rurig on his left. “It was a mistake to let you teach him to play.”

“Do not blame me because your skills are getting rusty with age, dear husband,” Rurig snarks, but then leans over to kiss his husband on the cheek.

Jarek gathers up the cards and straightens the stack. “So, do we want to play another round, or...” He looks between both his spouses as he trails off—but not me.

“I think that is enough for the time being.” Orlun stands, and then so does the rest of the group.

“What are we doing now?” I ask the obvious question.

“Youare going to go back to your bedroom to remove those pants.” Orlun points to me before turning his finger on himself. “Then you are going to come find us in ourbedroom.”

“I... Yes, sir.” I nod, mentally shaking my head for not connecting the dots sooner.

The four of us split up, me down one hallway and the three of them down another. When I return to Khazak’s bedroom, I find the rest of my clothes folded over the back of his desk chair, explaining their earlier disappearance. It doesn’t take me more than a half a minute to get my pants off, which doesn’t feel weird itself, but walking through their house with my ass hanging out definitely does.

I enter the bedroom to find all three men sitting on the large bed, all naked, all of their cocks raised to at least half-mast. Orlun is sitting in the center with Jarek on his right, the two in a deep lip-lock. On his left is Rurig, who is leaning over to take one of Orlun’s nipples into his mouth. Both of Orlun’s arms are thrown over his husbands’ shoulders, and when he notices me enter, he lightly tugs them both away, all three settling back against the headboard.

“Come here, boy.” The orc-in-charge crooks his finger at me, before pointing at his crotch. “You can start with me.”

“Yes, sir.” I nod, subconsciously licking my lips.

I climb onto the bed, crawling to lay stomach-down between his spread thighs. His cock, which I am already intimately acquainted with (along with every other dick in the room), hangs heavy over his ball sack, twitching as it slowly finishes coming to life. Reaching to grasp it with one hand, I push myself up on my elbows to bring my mouth level with the appendage, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head before attempting to swallow down more.

A hand tightens on my head, but it’s not Orlun’s. From the angle, I think it’s Rurig. He pushes me down farther onto Orlun’s cock, holding me in place for a few seconds before allowing me to come up for air. Then he pushes me to sink back down and remains on my head as I bob up and down on the hard length.

Above me, I can hear the sound of lips smacking against each other as two of the men resume kissing. With my right hand wrapped around Orlun to hold him steady, Jarek grabs my free left hand and pulls it toward his crotch, wrapping my fingers around his dick. Taking the hint, I do my best to jerk and squeeze his cock to his liking, but it’s a bit difficult with my attention focused elsewhere.

Orlun’s cock has grown to its full size, thick and heavy with my lips stretched wide around it. The hand on my head has not let up, and I don’t think it will be much longer before my mouth starts to go numb. The musk coming from Orlun’s crotch is heady, a combination of our sex from earlier and what he’s worked up now. It helps me to zone out and push myself a little further than I normally would.

“Alright, enough of that.” The hand on my head tugs me off and I look up at Orlun. “I cannot keep you all to myself.”

The hand never quite leaves my hair, and I’m shuffled over to my right to lay between a different set of legs—Rurig’s. As I am brought face to face with his crotch, there is some shuffling on the bed to my left. Before I can see what’s happening, I’m being drawn forward so Rurig can slot himself between my lips.

I didn’t get a chance to suck Rurig earlier. It seemed like he knew exactly what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to argue with him. Especially not since it meant getting my own dick sucked and sat on. Now, its thickness stretches my lips, almost enough to make it difficult to go farther down. But I’m nothing if not a trooper.

My free hand is grabbed and pulled over once again, and from the feel of the dick in my hand, I’d guess that Jarek slid over into Orlun’s spot. So where did the other orc go? When I feel the weight on the bed shifting behind me, I figure it out, and when I feel the hands on my ass, I realize why he’s back there.

Without a word, the hands on my ass spread my cheeks, and I feel the flats of his tusks pushing against them a second before I feel his tongue hit my hole. I moan around the meat in my mouth as Orlun lathes my ass with his tongue. His hands squeeze my cheeks, before one of them rears back and smacks me, making my jump and gasp. The deeper his tongue probes, the rougher his hands seem to get, kneading them like fleshy dough in between spanks. Between the hands behind me, the one on my head, and the dick in my mouth, I’m having a hard time focusing.

“He has a thing for tasting himself after fucking someone,” Jarek informs me from above.

“Pretty sure I can taste you, too,” Orlun adds, tearing away from my ass for a second before jumping back in.

Rurig laughs, sending more of his cock into my mouth. “He does this to one of us almost every night.”

I don’t doubt it. The things Orlun’s tongue is doing to me are driving me crazy; the man has some skills. I can hear him behind me as he hungrily eats my hole, all growls and slurps. He’s all but fucking me with his tongue, sliding in and out past my ring, making me twitch and whimper all over his husband’s cock.

“Are you both planning to hog his holes the rest of the night, or will I be allowed to get in there at some point?” Jarek complains from my left.

“I do not know what you are whining about. You were the one who jumped on him before either of us even had the chance,” Rurig replies dryly.

“It is called taking initiative.” I can hear the cocky grin on Jarek’s face. “And clearly I am going to have to do the same thing here.”

My hand is removed from Jarek’s cock, and I feel more movement on my left. It doesn’t feel like he’s moved away, and when I notice the light being blocked, I turn my head to see from the corner of my eye that he is kneeling against Rurig’s thigh. Rather than replacing his cock in my hand, I feel it tapping against my shoulder.

“Always so impatient, tuto,” Rurig jokes, pulling me off his cock.

I already know what’s coming, and my head is lifted and turned to the left to accept Jarek’s rock-hard and leaking dick. He is thankfully less thick than his husbands, so my mouth no longer feels like it’s being stretched to its limit. Jarek also seems happy to do most of the work for me, thrusting forward into my face. After a minute of that, he releases me and pushes me back toward Rurig’s cock. The two of them continue to swap my mouth back and forth like that, all while Orlun remains behind me, face buried in my butt.

“Delicious,” Orlun praises me (or at least my hole) with another spank. “But I think it is time to fill you with something else.”

Orlun leaves his spot behind me, as does Jarek at my side. I crawl backward from between Rurig’s legs, only to be flipped onto my back on the center of the bed next to him. My own cock, which has been completely hard since Orlun pulled me onto his dick, smacks against my belly. As Rurig and Jarek both kneel by my head, I catch them looking at it appreciatively.

“Mmmm,” Rurig hums as he snakes a hand down my chest and stomach to reach for it. Taking it in hand, he squeezes me before stroking me slowly, just teasing. “You get a chance to ride this thing?” Rurig asks Jarek.

“Not yet.” Jarek shakes his head, looking at my length with consideration. It twitches in response, never considering that possibility before now.

“You can both use him and his cock for whatever you would like,” Orlun tells the both of them as he rejoins us on the bed, kneeling between my legs. “AfterI am through with him.”

“Yes, sir,” Jarek says mockingly, and I see the hint of a smile cross Orlun’s face.

Orlun lifts and spreads my legs as he moves closer, pushing them back to look at my hole. Rurig and Jarek’s cocks are both at eye level, but neither of them moves, more interested in watching what Orlun is doing for the time being. The man uncorks the bottle of oil he must have retrieved when he first left the bed, and I watch mesmerized as he pours some into his hand and strokes it over the length of his prick. Then, with the same oil-covered hand, he reaches toward my ass, smearing the remaining slick across my hole.

I am still wet and open from not just the very thorough rimming he just got done giving me, but also the two fuckings I received earlier today. He pushes in a single finger, not stopping until my hole has swallowed all of it. He pumps it in and out only once before adding a second, using both to check that I am still stretched enough. Satisfied, he removes them, shuffling even closer while still pressing my legs toward my chest. Releasing one to aim himself, he lays the head of his cock against my rim and pushes inside.

“Good,” he says with a groan as he bottoms out. “Still nice and tight,” he continues, as if he was auditioning me.

“Still huge and thick,” I say with a groan of my own. I know I’ve already taken this once today, but holy shit.

Orlun chuckles at my comment, giving me some time to adjust before he starts moving. Jarek and Rurig begin tapping themselves against my face, each trying to convince me to use their dick like some sort of sexual pacifier. Supposing it’s better than nothing, I start with Rurig, taking the first few inches into my mouth and nursing on him before turning my head to do the same to Jarek. Above me, I watch as the two lean over me to kiss, at least until Rurig’s belly blocks my view. As the sounds of their kissing fills the room, Orlun begins to slide back, taking some of his cock with him before pushing back in.

The four of us fall into a rhythm so quickly that I can’t help but wonder if the three husbands haven’t done this before with some other unsuspecting boy. Orlun certainly seems to know what he’s doing, fucking me just as well as he did only hours ago. Each pass of his prick over my prostate has me squirming, the thick member stretching my walls to their limit. Clearly the man only needed the one time to become an expert in using my hole. It only takes him a few more strokes to make me cum dry, Rurig’s dick muffling my moans.

“Alright, my young, impatient husband,” Orlun says to Jarek, pausing after fucking me through my orgasm. “Your turn.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, breaking away from Rurig and leaving his position by my face to replace Orlun between my legs. Orlun does the same, taking up position near my head and leaning in to kiss Rurig. His cock, which has just been in my ass, presses against my cheek, waiting for its turn. Between my legs, I hear what sounds like Jarek spitting before my legs are being lifted and I am once again filled. Fuck.

Jarek doesn’t have quite the same skill as his older and more experienced husband, nor is his dick as big, but he’s no slouch. He still knows what he’s doing, fucking me good enough to make my toes curl. I turn my head toward Orlun, tasting for the first time a cock that’s been pulled from my hole. All I can taste is musk, and cum, and under all of it the familiar and distinct flavor of cock. As Orlun drives himself into my gullet, I feel myself cresting over the edge again, the anal orgasm rolling through my body.

“Okay, your turn again, usan.” I almost miss the pet name when I feel Jarek pulling out.

This time rather than switch places, both top men seem content to remain below my waist, leaving Rurig my upper body to play with on his own. He pushes back into my mouth at the same time Orlun re-enters my ass, but from the brief look at his face that I get, I can tell he’s already thinking of something else.

“Time to see how good this boy is at eating ass.” That’s all the warning I get before I see the massive tree trunk that is Rurig’s thigh pass over my head as he moves to straddle my head. I take a deep breath as the large green ass is lowered toward my face.

Another first, probably shouldn’t be the first thing that goes through my mind, but it is. The second is that my tongue should be out if I’m going to do this properly. The orc thankfully isn’t actually resting all of his weight on me, and the only things I can smell are sweat and musk, so I dare to dart out to lick along his hole, enjoying the shudder I feel above me in response. As I get more comfortable with rimming, Rurig relaxes and presses me farther into the mattress.

“Careful. If we smother him, Khazak will never let us hear the end of it,” Orlun jokingly warns as he fucks me.

“If he dies, he dies,” Rurig jokes (I hope) as he grinds his ass against my face.

Orlun and Jarek both continue to fuck me, swapping off every few minutes. Thanks to Rurig blocking my view, the only way I have of telling who is currently occupying my nether regions is by the size of the dick rearranging them. Rurig keeps sitting on my face, lifting up now and again to ensure I’m still able to breathe. From the way I can feel his balls slapping against my chest, I think he’s jerking off. I’m doing alright, though I do think the lack of oxygen is making me feel a little loopy, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“Shit, open wide.” Rurig suddenly lifts off my face completely, quickly shoving his cock in my mouth as it explodes. I swallow as fast as I can, his load thankfully not as large as the one from this afternoon.

“I am right behind you,” Jarek, who I can now see is fucking me, grits out.

I can feel the speed of his thrusts pick up, his grip on my legs tightening as he chases his orgasm. He finally cums with a low groan, slamming his hips against mine and holding my legs tightly to his chest. I watch the droplets of sweat drip down to his belly, his dick pulsing within me as it unloads for the second time today. When he’s done, he watches as he slips from my body, clearly enjoying the sight of my used hole before handing me off to Orlun.

Who is looking down at me with a very determined look on his face.

Uh oh.

After all of the day’s activity, his cock slides into me with ease, not stopping until I’ve taken it to the hilt. I think I can feel him somewhere just below my lungs. After giving me a few test strokes, he begins pounding away with abandon, my sloppy hole no match for the thick battering ram of his cock. Combined with everything Jarek just got finished doing, I’m close, just needing that last little push which ends up coming in the form of Orlun reaching up, grabbing me by the neck, and squeezing.

Oh my gods, this is so fucking hot.

I cum with a high-pitched whine, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the mattress as my ass pulses and fights against the thick member forcing it open. The feeling of my hole spasming around him is all Orlun needs, and with a roar, he crashes our bodies together, crushing his lips against my own. His hips thrust with every shot of cum that leaves his cock, each one pressing us closer together.

We are both breathing heavily when Orlun finally lifts off of me, lowering my legs to the mattress but not pulling himself from my ass. His face is pleased, satedeven, and a quick glance to my left reveals Rurig and Jarek cuddling at our side. I can’t help but smile at the scene. I’m not sure I’m going to survive the next few days, but at least it’ll be a fun way to go out.

“What the hell is going on here?!” All four of our heads spin to see Khazak entering the room. What?!

“Son. What are you doing home already?” Orlun sounds like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or his cock in...me. Oh god. Seemingly realizing the same thing I just did, he moves quickly from between my legs, and I fail to suppress a whimper when he pulls out too fast. Orlun moves to sit with his husbands, leaving me naked and exposed on my back in front of my owner.

My owner who looks angry.

“Two of the other delegations canceled and discussions ended early.” Khazak looks between the four of us, the displeasure apparent on his face. “I have been knocking on the door for almost five minutes. So sorry to see that I am interrupting.”

“It is not what it looks like,” Rurig speaks up, and my head turns. It’s not?!

“Oh, then please tell me what you all are doing in bed with my avakesh!” He sounds angry.

No one says anything, so I find myself speaking up first. “I thought... They told me this was a tradition?”

“It is an old tradition.” He looks accusatorily between all three of his fathers. “One that fell out of common practice years ago.”

My eyes go wide at his revelation. “I-I didn’t know, I swear! I had no idea! I only went along with—”

Khazak holds his hand up to silence me. “Obviously, there is only one thing to be done about this.”

“What’s that?” I look up at him nervously.

“I am just going to have to restake my claim.” As he speaks, he begins pulling off his clothing, climbing onto the bed once he’s naked. Taking hold of my ankle, he yanks my body toward him, lifting and holding my legs the same as his father just finished doing to me. With a evil glint in his eyes, he—

“Ny, you alright?” Ragnar’s voice makes me jump in my seat, almost shrieking in surprise.

“I’m fine!” I quickly slam shut the journal I’ve been writing in.

My answer has him eyeing me suspiciously, no doubt taking in my flushed face and heavy breathing. There’s also the matter of the erection currently tenting my pants, but even without that, he’s always been a good detective. Look, I can’t help it if I get turned on by my own writing. I’m just that good!

“What are you—” He stops mid-sentence when his gaze lands on the journal. “Are you writing your weird ‘erotic friend fiction’ again?”

“It’s not weird!” I defend, immediately giving myself away. Dammit. “Our friend T’nah does it too.”

“Yourfriend T’nah. And I’ve also told you that she’s weird.” He shakes his head. “I would always catch her staring at my ass in school.”

“Can you blame her? It’s a pretty nice ass.” I give my Sir my best cheesy grin, one I stole from David before he left the city.

“Oh yeah?” he starts, looking over his shoulder as he walks away from me. “Well, do you want to follow me to the bedroom and do something with this nice ass before it goes in for its shift in an hour?”

“You’re gonna let me top?!” I stand excitedly. He almost never lets me top!

“I dunno. Not sure I can compete with whatever little fantasies you’ve been writing down in your book...” He teases, already walking toward the bedroom.

I quickly push in my chair and follow. I can finish my story later. Right now, I need to do some research for my next one.

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Dom's Little Black Book: Daddy D, Part 1

In most of the stories from my Little Black Book that you’ve read so far, I’ve taken on the role of the dominant top, because 99% of the time, that is who I am. However, sometimes that remaining 1% is an itch that needs scratching, and my submissive side comes out. It’s usually something triggered by another man, more often than not some hot daddy who manages to push all the right buttons when he talks to me. Maybe it’s my pup side coming out, but there’s just something about hearing the right daddy tell me “good boy” that makes me melt.

Note that I said submissive, and not bottom, because that part of me does not change when my subby side comes. That isn’t for lack of trying, I’ve literally tried everything. Fingers, toys, tons of lube, poppers, even the real. For whatever reason, I don’t seem to get the same enjoyment from having my prostate played with like other men. That also isn’t to say that I’ll never bottom; but the time I do are more because of the psychological act of submitting to someone that way than any actual physical pleasure.

So let me tell you about the start of a very tumultuous relationship I had with a man I will refer to as Daddy D. Daddy D and I met on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time (Leo, from the New Pup story), after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on a Lyft to take me home when I noticed I had a message on said app from a faceless profile. Normally, that’s enough for me to not even bother reading, let alone respond, but for whatever reason, I clicked in. “Interesting profile you have there.”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but not the most original opener. But I had a whole drive home to sit through, so why not chat (read: brag about my night) with someone through it? We talked about how my evening had gone, and then about some of my other boys and what I got up to with them, and he shared some of his stories with me. The conversation kept going and we told each other our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.

Our conversation picked up the next day as if it had never ended. We determined pretty quickly that we would like to get together, and soon, so we made plans for later that night. He would come over to my place when he was free, and I would sneak him in. This was at a point in my life where I was living with roommates, who were my ex-dom and his other subs, my former “brothers.” My ex, who had pretty serious control issues, was still dictating who I could and could not have over at the time, but I wasn’t too worried, it was just a matter of not waking anyone up.

When he arrived, he texted me I went out to meet him – for the first time in person. I spotted his car parked along the curb a few houses up, lights off but the engine still running. When I got close, the driver’s side door opened, and out he stepped. He was just as hot as he was in his pictures, maybe even hotter. I’m pretty sure I started calling him daddy in my mind at that exact moment, even if I wasn’t saying it out loud just yet.

“Hi, daddy.” Whoops, guess I’m locked in now.

“Hi, cubby.” He smiled back at me, pulled me into a hug, then kissed me.

He tasted good, and smelled even better, all musk and smoke. We both got back into his car, and for a while just stayed there, chatting and getting to know each other better. Eventually, he pulled out a blunt and lit it, handing it to me after taking a long drag. We passed it back forth as the car filled with smoke, temperature rising as we hotboxed his car. After we were nice and stoned, he leaned over the center of the car, taking me by the chin and pulling me towards him, kissing me again. We spent the next 15 minutes in his car, smoking, chatting, and making out. I had just turned thirty but I felt like a teenager again.

We were both more than ready to get inside and into my room. Quietly opening the door, I snuck Daddy D in and up the stairs. As soon as my door was closed, the clothes started coming off. Our make-out session resumed on my bed, both of us clad in just our underwear. He was in pair of briefs and I was wearing a particularly slutty red jock; I wanted to highlight certain assets. I already knew I wasn’t going to get fucked that night, we had already talked about that. But looking back, if he had asked? I would have been on my back for him in a heartbeat.

Daddy’s hand found its way to my ass. Grabbing, squeezing, teasing my hole – all stuff out of my own playbook. He knew what he was doing. I could feel his hard dick pressed up against me as we kissed. It was nice. Not as long as mine, but thick throughout. I knew I’d be feeling that stretch me open eventually. Was even looking forward to it. And I’ve never looked forward to bottoming…ever.

Daddy maneuvered himself so that he was on top of me, biting and sucking on my neck and ears, hard enough to leave marks. He worked his way down to my chest and stomach, until eventually he reached my jock-covered cock. He played with it through the fabric, first with his hands, then his mouth after lowering the rest of his body. As he sucked me through the jock, he snaked another hand down, under my thigh. Then, he threw my legs over my head and dove, face first into my ass.

I love being rimmed, but it’s pretty rare to have it actually happen as most bottoms seem to want to avoid my ass area in general. Which I appreciate, in theory. If someone were to try and get so much as a finger in me without talking first and we’d have a serious problem. And I’m not saying I want a finger in my ass, but still, having your butt played just feels good for everyone.

That said, if Daddy kept on eating me out like he was, shit, I might let him try to fist me one day. He was rimming me like a starving man at a Chinese buffet. He had me whimpering and moaning like a bitch. Then he pulled my cock out of the jock. He started going between the two, sucking my cock all the way down his throat before tongue fucking me to hell and back, and repeating.

I was a mess by the time he was done, lowering my legs and moving back up my body so we could kiss more. Nothing turns me on more than kissing. I gripped his upper arms while I sucked on his tongue, until finally he broke us apart, centering himself on the bed on his back.

“Your turn, cubby,” he told me.

“Yes sir, daddy” I responded obediently.

Taking his lead, I started with his ears and neck, though not leaving any of my own marks...yet. Slowly kissing my way down his body, I spent a little more time on his chest than he did mine. He had a sexy patch of chest fur I couldn't help but nuzzle my face into, and he likes his nipples played with, so I was happy to oblige. I could smell the musk from his pits, and couldn't help but dive into those either. Fuck, he smelled and tasted so good. Eventually I managed to tear myself away and move further down, kissing over his belly and the top of his groin, looking for my target.

Fuck, what a nice dick. I wasted no time in getting it in my mouth, sucking on the head before taking it all the way down to his balls. It was stretching the fuck out of my throat, making my eyes water, but I didn’t care. Everything about him was driving me crazy. All I could think about was wanting to please my new daddy.

I started bobbing up and down, each time trying to take as much of his cock in as possible. I was gagging and sputtering, but the noises of pleasure and encouragement coming from daddy kept me going. I lifted off every now and then to catch my breath and my face must have been a sloppy mess, but I didn’t even stop to think about it. I would not say I am particularly skilled at sucking cock. Just not my cup o’ tea. But when I felt his hand running through my hair and I just wrapped an arm around his thigh and kept at it.

Once he’d had enough, Daddy pulled my head up from his cock and flipped onto his stomach. I had talked up my rimming ability, and I wanted to do as good a job to him as he did me, if not better. I spread his ass with my hands and gave a nice slow lick across his hole, before moving in to tongue him deeply. He had his hand on my head again, holding me in place while he moaned into a pillow, so I think I was doing a pretty good job. I just wanted to make him feel good.

Before we agreed to meet up, I told daddy that while I was really feeling everything he was offering, I didn’t think I’d be up for getting fucked by him just yet. His response was that he was still planning on us fucking, just that I wouldn’t be the one on bottom. Judging from the way he was pushing back into my face, he had no such hang ups about having his ass played with. I started teasing his hole with fingers, knowing I’d need to prep him a little before any topping happened.

The entire time I was playing with his ass, not once did I feel like the top. Something about his demeanor, like his attitude towards bottoming, he just had all this confidence. He could be on his back with his legs up getting fucked by the biggest, baddest, dude in the room and I bet that dude would still be compelled to call him “daddy” - same as I was. I had two fingers stretching him open while still teasing him with my tongue when he said he was ready and moved onto his back.

Now, theydies and gentlethems, there is almost nothing hotter to me in this world than a dominant bottom. A big tough bottom or verse dom, bending over and ordering me to fuck him harder, or laying me on my back and riding my cock for his pleasure, just gets me fucking rock hard. Just slap a fucking collar on me and make me your stud-bitch, daddy, seriously. And it seemed like I had lucked out.

I lubed up my cock and lifted his legs to my shoulders, pressing into his prepped hole nice and easy. For the first twenty minutes, it was a split between me sitting on my knees upright and pounding into him roughly, and being bent over him, kissing and grinding against each other slowly. Then I was fucking him on his stomach, kissing and licking at his ears and neck, the entire time thanking for letting me top him. Then I had him on all fours, him pushing back to meet every thrust. I had just met the man, was dick-deep in him, and had never felt more owned by a daddy in my life. I was lucky I had lasted this long – I shot my load in his ass, my fingers gripping so tightly on his hips that I’d be surprised if I didn’t leave a bruise.

It took a solid ten minutes for us to recover. Just lying there, snuggly and sweaty, content just to cuddle and kiss. Slowly, the kisses started to deepen, and then daddy started playing with my cock, waking it back up. He moved down to suck my cock again, this time taking his time and throating me slowly. I couldn’t believe it, but it was not much longer before I was ready to fuck again.

We went straight to doggy this time, before eventually switching to a standing position with him bent over the bed. In the middle of this, he flipped around and sucked my cock back down to the root, before going to town on my balls, before sliding it right back up his ass. The fucking continued like that for another twenty, break every few minutes for the occasional round of oral.

“Fuck me harder,” he growled. “Come on, pound my ass, boy!” His thrusts back were getting more and more powerful, him the one doing most of the fucking. “Use that hole!” he continued.

Holy fuck, I’ve been with my fair share of power bottoms, but I have never been with someone SO dominant. I would happily wear this man’s collar any day of the week. I don’t need to tell you this, but I didn’t last much longer. I unloaded in his ass one more time, deep as I can go, and we collapsed on the bed together again. I looked at the clock. It had been three hours since I first snuck him into my room. We had been fucking, and sucking, and everything else for three fucking hours. I had never in my life felt so sated. We went back to cuddling and I took the time to memorize the feel of his arms around me, and the taste of the sweat on his skin.

We both knew he had to go. I don’t think either of us quite wanted him to, but that’s life. We got dressed and I sneaked him back out, stealing a few more kisses before he got into his car and drove away. I walked back into the house feeling so content. Well fucked, even. I didn’t even want to shower, I wanted to keep his scent on me for as long as I possibly could. I climbed back into bed, sheets still drenched in sweat, the entire room still smelling so much of sex and him.

I couldn’t WAIT for round 2 with my new daddy.

Communicating in Terra

Communications. When we hear that word, we think of things like phone calls, text messages, emails, maybe even regular old mail. Things so common in our day to day lives that we almost take them for granted. And for the people of Terra, due to the lack of widespread electrical infrastructure (there are a handful of cities only just beginning to experiment with the technology), most of them don’t exist at all. Of course, where technology is lacking, magic will step in to compensate.

The most basic way of communicating is, of course, your standard mail. It is widespread enough that most major cities have their own post offices, doing their best to remain interconnected to facilitate easy delivery between them, even across the ocean. It also takes the longest, and comes with the highest rate of messages being lost, as it relies on individual people handling it at every step of the way. Magic can be used to alleviate many of these issues, attaching tracking spells to letters or parcels, or helping a person, horse, or even boat to move faster.

After people-delivered mail, comes animal-delivered mail. I know that sounds like it should actually be a step down, but as with snail-mail, magic steps in to pick up the slack. In a world where people can actually communicate with them, animals become even more reliable than people. Natural casters in particular excel in this area, with some of them raising entire flocks of carrier pigeons. Over shorter distances, a message can even be magically “imprinted” onto the animal’s mind, which can then be passed along to the recipient, allowing even non-spellcasters to understand the imparted information. As with standard mail, the longer the distance your message travels, the greater the risk involved.

If you’ve noticed a theme yet, it’s that magic has many uses in enhancing and fortifying the ways people deliver mail and packages on Terra. It also has led to some entirely new ways of communicating. For example, arcane casters have been able to craft spells that mimic the psionic ability of telepathy, allowing the casters to communicate silent messages to each other over short distances. The further apart the casters are, the more difficult it is to maintain the connection. However, if the casters are aware of each other’s geographical locations, communication is still possible, though it acts more like a short-wave radio, utilizing a call-and-response system. Over time, a name was coined for this method of communication: the spell-o-gram. Several major cities now house an official office of the United Spell-o-gram Union of Terra, with more being built every year.

Of course, if you are not a spellcaster, that does not leave you with many options when it comes to the more rapid means of communication. You can of course pay someone else for their services (which is the entire reason the USUT exists), but that does not allow for much privacy, as at least two spellcasters will be responsible for sending and receiving your message to another. Well magic has stepped in to provide another option: enchanted vellum. Enchanted vellum is made from the wood pulp of the Piceoideae Copicea, or Copycat Pine. Found only in remote regions of the northern hemisphere, this plant has several interesting magical properties. Not only is it an excellent spell conductor, but also seemingly a mimic: any damage done to one part of the tree would be copied on another. A combined team of wizards, enchanters, and sorcerers were able to isolate this ability, splitting the paper formed from the tree’s wood between two books. What was written in one, would appear on the other. This means that each tree can only produce two journals, and given the tree’s rarity, leads to a rather hefty price tag.

Not available and largely unknown to most of the general public are other magical means of communication. The ancient elven civilization had seemingly discovered a way to facilitate almost instantaneous communication complete with full sound and visuals connection. These ancient cities were built atop leylines, and the elves were able to utilize a series of magically charged crystals and prisms to link these leylines to create connections that allowed for the passing of audio and video information, even holographic projections. There are less than a dozen of these systems still working today, though gnome scientists are hard at work attempting to replicate the technology.

Still, magic cannot solve everything, and not everyone can use it. To that effect, all across the world people are developing new technological solutions. With the advent of electricity, some have begun experimenting with radio waves, while others look into ways of using it to store and retrieve information. Even spellcasters have looked into ways of using enchantments to “record” messages, which could then be played back later by the intended recipient, some even with a full visual provided by an illusion. Whether it be your friends, family, or worst enemy, communicating is important, and people will always be finding new ways to talk to each other.

My Three Orc Dads, Chapter 3

“What the hell is going on here?” I see Orlun standing in the doorway behind his husband. His husband who is still sitting on my now-deflated cock. I’m frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Oh gods, how is this happening again?

“I am pretty sure you know exactly what is going on here, dear,” Rurig answers over his shoulder, looking at his husband with a hint of amusement. “Or did Murza work you so hard today that you forgot?”

“You know what I mean.” Orlun crosses his arms. “I thought we agreed we would until after I got home tonight before starting with the festivities.”

“Do not look at me.” Rurig finally moves from his position straddling me, my cock slipping from his hole as he slides off the bed. “Jarek grabbed him first. I am only playing catch up.”

“Ah yes, if he did it, why not you as well?” Orlun rolls his eyes. “Very mature.”

“If you wanted mature, you would not have married me,” Rurig tells him with a grin as he saunters over, kissing the taller man deeply. “I need to check on dinner. Try not to break him!”

Orlun shakes his head with a sigh as he watches his chubby husband exit the room. Then he turns his gaze on me, still naked on my back, evidence of what I just got done doing with said husband all over and around me. I feel like a trapped animal, waiting to be pounced on.

“Is that how my son taught you to greet someone, boy?” He cocks an eyebrow as he looks down at me.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. I don’t—”

“Get over here and help me undress.” He snaps his fingers and points down at his shoes. “Help me take these boots off.”

I stare at him wide eyed before sitting up. “Yes, sir.”

I quickly scramble off the bed, something about the older man driving me to obey. Maybe it’s his gruff demeanor, maybe it’s because he’s Khazak’s father and I want to please him, hell, maybe it’s because he looks a lot like Khazak himself, but I kneel down next to his feet, hands already reaching for his laces. An appreciative hum from above me at least tells me I’m doing well.

“That is more like it.” I look up to see Orlun unbuttoning his shirt as he watches me work on his boots. “Have you not done this for my son?”

“Uh, no sir.” I shake my head. Khazak and I spend most of the day together, so we generally get dressed and undressed at the same time.

“Hmm.” He considers me as I help him out of his boots. “For someone who claims to have wanted an avakesh for so long, he certainly does not seem to be training you very well. Then again, he always did like to pamper his pets. That more your style, boy?”

“I don’t need pampering.” I look up defiantly. What, does he just think I lay around all day?

“Not to worry.” He finishes pulling off his shirt. “We have all night to get you trained up properly. Assuming you can take it.”

I narrow my eyes at the challenge. “I can take it.”

“Good. Come with me.” I stand, following someone into the bathroom for the second time today. Orlun stands in front of the mirror, hands already undoing the buttons on his pants. “Turn on the shower.”

“Yes, sir.” I move to do as asked. Something about the man’s callous attitude has me torn between wanting to please him and wanting to prove his assumptions about me wrong

“My son seems quite enamored with you, but I am not sure I like the idea of him sharing a bed with someone who barely a month ago was trying to kill him.” I work the knobs of the shower as he talks, the setup largely identical to Khazak’s.

“I wasn’t actually trying to kill him.” I test the water temperature with one hand. “We were both given bad information. It was really just a misunderstanding. Sir.”

“So you claim.” He finishes stripping, standing in all his naked glory. “I will come to my own conclusions.”

“Shower’s ready, sir.” I step back and try not to stare as he moves past me.

Orlun hums in approval after testing it himself, stepping the rest of the way inside. He stands under the spray, the water cascading down his rippled muscles, and my attempt not to stare goes out the window. He’s got a nice body. He’s maybe a little less muscular than Khazak, probably because he’s retired from active duty, but he’s also leaner. Same forest of body hair too, though like his beard, it's more of a salt and pepper color. A throat being cleared draws my eyes up to his face, where a cocked eyebrow is waiting for me. Guess he wants me to get in with him? At least I’m already... oh god, I’ve been naked since he walked in the room. Determined to not look embarrassed, I step inside the shower stall.

“Soap and sponge are behind you.” Orlun steps away from the showerhead to make room for me.

I spot them on a shelf easy enough, my body getting wet as I reach for them. When I turn around, Orlun’s stance tells me I didn’t grab these for myself. No problem. I have some experience in washing tall, muscular orcs. I lather up the sponge, keeping my face neutral as I bring it to his chest. This close, without his clothes on, I can smell all the musk and sweat he worked up during the day. It’s...familiar. Pleasant, even.

I scrub the sponge along his skin, holding onto his arm with my free hand to keep myself steady. He has the same tattoo as Khazak on his right pec, a solid black sword with a jagged blade; a visual representation of their last name, Ironstorm. I move to his shoulders and upper arms, eliciting a small groan of approval when I press against his muscles, likely sore from all the lifting. That gives me an idea.

I start to work with a firmer hand, trying to massage him as I wash. I get no complaints, only more groans, so I continue. This is pretty different from my showers with Khazak. Those are a lot more reciprocal with Khazak even taking the lead most of the time. Though to be fair, I’m still pretty new to this whole “sex with men” thing, even if I have done it twice today already. Does this make two and a half? My dick seems to think so, already waking up again after getting knocked out by its earlier turn in Rurig’s ass. There’s something about the way I’m doing this for Orlun—serving him—that is turning me on.

When I’m done with his chest and arms, I move to his stomach, then drop to one knee when it’s time to go lower. This puts me face to face with his cock...which looks a lot like Khazak’s cock. Wait, is that a weird thing to think? I shake the thoughts from my head, focusing on lathering up the man’s thick thighs and groin. When it comes time to take care of his package, I avoid any teasing or stroking, trying my best to keep things methodical. I see the appendage twitch a few times, and while I’m pretty sure it’s plumped up a little, he hasn’t actually indicated he wants more from me. Yet. Like I said before, for some reason, I want to please this man.

When I finish with his lower legs, I feel him moving above me, and I look up to see him stretching his arms above his head, looking back down at me with a satisfied smirk. Then he turns around, leaning his arms against the shower wall to hold himself steady while presenting his back for me. Time for his other side.

I stand, re-soaping the sponge to finish the job. I start with his neck and shoulders, changing up my tactics a little. With him facing away from me, I’m a little less nervous about slipping and falling onto him, so while my left hand scrubs with the sponge, the right squeezes and massages the soapy muscles. I hear more groans as I move down to his broad and rippled back. I watch the soap slide down the lines, and it’s hard not to trace my fingers over them.

After his back comes his ass, and I’m back to feeling a little nervous. It’s hard to wash and massage someone’s butt without it seeming sexual. Maybe that’s what he wants? Either way, kneeling here staring at it isn’t gonna wash it any faster, so I soap his cheeks up and get to work. They’re thick, green, and covered in the same layer of salt-and-pepper body hair as the rest of him. It’s a nice ass on a nice body.

After his butt comes the backs of his thighs and legs, and after that, I’m done. Mission complete! I stand while Orlun turns around, still wearing that same satisfied smirk. Placing one hand on my chest, he pushes me back, stepping forward to stand under the shower’s spray and rinse off. He continues moving forward, pressing me against the wet stone wall and allowing the water to tumble down his back and shoulders next. He holds me against the wall, his face is only inches from mine, searching for...something.

“Good job, boy,” he tells me when he finally steps back. “But you are not done yet.”

He leans back, his eyes moving downward. Right to his slowly-filling cock, which my eyes of course lock right onto. Small rivulets of water drip down the shaft, the exposed head poking out from behind his foreskin. He’s barely even half hard (I think) and I can already tell he’s thick. Nothing I can’t handle (I also think), but still.

“On your knees.” Orlun points to the shower floor in front of him, leaving no confusion about what I will be doing next.

“Yes, sir.” I sink to my knees once more, sponge and soap behind me, forgotten. Biting my lip, I tentatively reach out a hand toward his cock when a hand tugs on my hair lightly and I look up.

“No hands.” Seeing no room for argument on Orlun’s face, I can only nod, crossing my arms behind my back.

Still gripping my hair, Orlun pushes his hips forward, guiding himself toward my mouth with his free hand. I open on instinct as he approaches, wet head sliding past my lips with little resistance. This close to his crotch I can smell the soap I used—something lightly floral—and under that just the smallest hint of spiciness, his natural scent already returning. I can’t help the small moans that escape as he pushes more of his cock inside me.

Hand still in my hair, he holds me still, unmoving himself other than the occasional pulse of his cock. He savors the feeling of my mouth, making small half-humps, rubbing himself against my tongue. With a growl, he pulls back before plunging himself forward, burying even more of his cock in my mouth and breaching my throat.

“Not bad,” comes the voice from above as its owner plunders my mouth.

Unable to respond or look up with a gullet full of dick, I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my throat. Orlun is doing most of the work as he fucks my face, though the hand in my hair is pushing and pulling, almost like he’s trying to get me to meet him halfway. He’s not going deep enough to make me gag, at least not yet. I’m still holding my arms behind me, sitting up and balancing on my knees as the shower’s spray hits my shoulders, water sliding down my back.

The combination of the water against my back, the heat of the shower stall, and the rhythmic way he slides in and out of my mouth makes it easy to zone out. I can feel drool escaping out of the sides of my mouth, but if there were ever a place to not care about that, it would be a shower. And I really don’t care right now. So much so that I don’t even notice the second hand moving to the back of my head.

Can’t say the same for the rest of the cock being pushed into my throat, though. Definitely notice that.

My eyes go wide as my air is cut off more than I’m expecting, meaning completely. I flail my arms out ready to either push him away or catch myself, but there’s no need. Only a moment later, my head is released, allowing me to pull off completely. I sit back on my legs, catching my breath as the water rinses my face.

“Good boy.” Orlun smiles—an actual smile—as he runs a hand over his dick. “Turn the shower off, then grab a towel from the rack.”

It’s a simple enough order to follow, and once I’m done rinsing off all the drool, I stand and turn off the water. I do my best not to drip all over the floor as I reach for the towel just outside the shower. Once it is in my hands, Orlun stands in front of me, waiting for me to finish what I started.

Drying someone off is thankfully much easier than washing them, and after running the towel over his head (drying off someone’s hair is weird), I move on to his chest and shoulders, working my way down his body until he turns for me and I work my way back up. When I’m finished, he takes the towel from me, touching up any spots I missed before tossing it back at my chest.

“You can use that to dry yourself as well,” he tells me as he exits the shower.

“...Gee, thanks sir.” I wince at my tone as soon as the words leave my mouth. Really not doing yourself any favors, David.

“I am sure my son has fun spanking that attitude out of you.” Orlun chuckles ahead of me.

“He certainly tries to, sir.” I quickly dry myself and return the towel to the rack as Orlun leaves the bathroom.

Some of my nerves return as I enter the bedroom. Don’t have to be a genius to know what’s coming next. Orlun is standing by the nightstand, already pulling the oil from the drawer. He looks over to me in the doorway.

“All fours.” He points to the bed.

I clamber onto the bed on my hands and knees, waiting for Orlun to join me. I jump a little when I feel the mattress dip, then overcorrect by staying stock still right after. Why the hell am I so nervous? I’ve done this twice today already, one of which he walked in on.

“Nothing to be scared of, boy,” Orlun tries to calm me as he kneels at my side, hand running from my back to my butt. “I know what I am doing.”

Hard to argue that with a man who has two husbands, two husbands I have already had sex with today. He moves behind me, hands rubbing along my body, squeezing my ass gently before giving it a few smacks. Grabbing it with both hands, he pries me apart, making me blush as he inspects me closely. One of the hands releases me, only for its fingers to slide across my hole a second later, making me shiver.

“At least Jarek already opened you up for me.” He teases me before gently slipping a finger inside. “Still slick too.”

Next I hear the familiar schlick sounds of a slick hand being run over someone’s shaft. I tense when he moves into position, his knees brushing the insides of my legs as he has me spread them even wider. He slides himself up and down my crack, slowly rubbing the head across my hole.

“Easy does it, boy,” Orlun tries to calm my nerves as he takes aim at his target. “This is nothing you cannot handle.”

Easy for you to say. The older orc begins to breach me, one hand on my hips as my hole is entered for the second time today. He’s definitely the biggest of the three men in the house, but I don’t think he’s any larger than Khazak. I’m just having a hard time relaxing. Not that it’s stopping Orlun from making sure I’m filled to the absolute brim.

“Spiritsyou are tight,” Orlun hisses, squeezing my ass with his hands again. “Even if you were not attractive, I could certainly see this being enough of a reason for him to keep you.”

Thanks, I think? I don’t say it out loud. I don’t think he’d like that.

“That said, you have been performing admirably so far, boy.” He punctuates his sentence with a spank. “Perhaps my son has not been so lax in training you after all.”

He isn’t looking for an answer, so I don’t give one. Not sure I really could anyway once he really starts fucking me. He pulls out almost entirely on the first stroke, pushing back in at the same speed, and he’s soon fucking me with the confidence of an old pro. Which again, two husbands, so...

That seems to be his fuck-MO, pulling back enough to leave just his head in so he can spear me with the full length of his cock on every in-stroke. Having apparently enjoyed giving my ass a few smacks earlier, he starts to spank me in time with his thrusts, switching sides each time and turning my cheeks a nice shade of pink.

All of this adds up to me feeling amazing. Sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine as my prostate is teased, mixed with the small bursts of pain from the spanking. I can feel the familiar tension of an anal orgasm starting to build in the background. Gods, am I really this easy? As the orgasm starts to crest and my toes curl, I’d have to say the answer is yes. I moan into the mattress, riding the wave of pleasure that I know is going to return sooner rather than later.

“And now, my turn.” I can hear the hunger in Orlun’s voice as his fucking slows to a stop.

One of his hands reaches down and grabs the front of my right thigh while the other pushes down on my back, encouraging me to lay flat. He moves with me as I go, slotting his body over mine and taking my wrists in his hands, all without his cock ever leaving my ass. With a growl, he circles his hips, grinding into me.

Satisfied with our new position, Orlun puts both of his feet on the inside of my legs, spreading me even further as he draws his hips up. He no longer seems concerned with long-dicking me, making it only a few inches before fucking me into the mattress. He sets a fast pace, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before I can feel myself cumming again, crying out weakly as I’m fucked through it.

“Well now you are just,” Orlun grunts after a particularly strong thrust, “being selfish.”

After another minute or two of bouncing on my ass, there’s a stutter in the thrusts of the orc on top of me. With a muffled roar, he slams himself down, cock pulsing as he starts to cum. The hands around my wrists squeeze tight as he breeds me, adding his load to the one Jarek left in me earlier. After a few more short, abortive thrusts, he finally collapses, sweaty chest meeting sweaty back.

We lay there, catching our breaths as we recover. Or at least I do my best to with the huge orc on top of me. Aware of his weight pinning me down, he rolls us onto our sides, cock slipping from my hole as we move. I whimper at its loss, and I can hear Orlun chuckle as he strokes a hand down my chest.

“You did very well, boy,” the gravelly voice speaks low into my ear, making me shudder. “You have my approval.”

Won’t lie—that sentence makes me feel all nice and warm inside. I snuggle back against the orc who just got done using me in more ways than one. It’s the least he can do. He doesn’t object, content to hold me there on the bed while I rest. I relax so much I don’t even hear when Rurig steps into the room.

“Aww, that makes a cute picture.” I can’t help but twitch a little in surprise at his sudden appearance. “If you boys are all finished, go get cleaned up; dinner is ready.”

“Yes, dear,” Orlun says with a laugh, ruffling my hair and kissing the back of my head before untangling us and standing.

“So, are you satisfied?” Rurig asks his husband as he walks to the bathroom.

“For now,” he answers from inside. “We will see what happens after dinner.”

These men are going to kill me.

Steel & Thunder Audiobook Now Available!

Finally, after over a month of waiting, the audiobook edition of Steel & Thunder has been released on Audible, Amazon, and all other platforms! You can click those links to be taken to a list of online retailers where you can purchase a copy. Other than that, I don’t have a whole lot to update you on, but sometimes no news is good news! The manuscript for Storms & Sacrifice has been turned in and is currently being reviewed by my editor, and I expect to get it back in a few weeks before approving it and sending it off to the typesetter! Pre-orders should be available by the start of September, through Amazon, B&N, and all the usual places.

In the interim, I have begun work on Steel & Thunder Book 3. I can’t give away too much yet, but I will say that I’ve changed things up in some very fun ways that I think you all are gonna like. I’m so excited for you guys to keep reading this story. The first two chapters will be available here in October & November, before they get posted for everyone on my own site three months later.

Also, it is too late to really “announce” this, but by the time you’re reading this I will have just made my first convention appearance! A few weeks ago, my publisher, 4 Horsemen Publications, asked me if I could make it to Tampa Comic Con to sell and sign a few books! I had a great time with everyone, and you can go check out my Instagram if you want to see some pics from the event.

This Month on Patreon

Here’s what I’ve been working on for August:

• 8/9: The third chapter of my My Three Orc Dads. David is caught in bed with one of Khazak’s fathers again. How do you think this one is going to handle things?
• 8/16: A rundown on how the people of Terra communicate over distances. I promise it’s more interesting than it sounds!
• 8/23: A tale from my Little Black Book that’s a little different, this time focusing on the start of a very tumultuous relationship I had with a daddy of my own.
• 8/30: A new set of polls to select your Patreon content for the months of October, November, and December.

Dom's Little Black Book: Pupping Out Down Under

I love traveling. Of course, it’s not something I’ve been able to do very much of recently, but when I could, I took full advantage. I’m going to tell you about the time  I took my first international flight in decades - to Australia. In addition to just wanting to visit this beautiful country, I had someone special there I wanted to see, my little brother.

Not my actual little brother, mind you. I mean little brother in the kink sense. Like a daddy and son dynamic, but instead we are big brother/little brother. So lots of teasing, joking around, and “bullying” going on between us.

And by bullying, I mean bullying his ass with my dick.

My little bro is cute, tall, furry, lanky, awkward-like-a-puppy-who’s-too-big-for-his-own-body, adorable otter of a boy. I had known him for a couple of years at that point. We met online, initially through third person, and we bonded instantly. We talked all the time (still do), told each other everything (also still do), and as I was pleased to confirm during my visit, are intensely sexually compatible (and still are).

It had been a few days since I arrived (plenty more to tell you about later), and the two of us were relaxing in the small apartment I had rented, content to just enjoy each other’s company for the day. We were, of course, wearing only our jocks, as we had been doing whenever we were alone during my stay.

With my overactive libido, it didn’t take much for us to frequently end up in bed together. Bed not actually required. My little bro has quite the talented mouth, and an even more accommodating hole, and I made sure to make use of them whenever the mood struck me. He was more than happy to help his big brother out.

We’re in the living room on the couch when I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. Turning to my unsuspecting little brother, I slip a hand under his thigh, aiming straight for his hole. As my finger hits my target, I lead in to kiss him, a deep moan escaping his mouth as his extremely sensitive hole is played with. I learned very quickly that it doesn’t take much to get him going, at least with me.

I keep on teasing his hole with my fingers while we make out on the couch. Spitting on them briefly to slick them up, I slide them up and down his hole. Every sensation causes my little brother to squirm and jolt as he whimpers into my mouth. I bite at his lips as I gently press my fingertips inside of him. Soon I need a lot more than just fingers, so I stand and pull him up with me, and lead him to the bedroom.

Pushing him down onto the mattress, I quickly settle behind him, going face first for the hole I just got done teasing open. A loud moan escapes my little brother, his face buried in a pillow as I lick long, slow swaths across his hole. Spreading him open with both hands, I dive in as far as I’m able, pushing my tongue inside him. I tongue fuck him slowly, but firmly, as he writhes on the bed, ass in the air and clutching a pillow to his face.

What happens next will require a little bit of preface. As most of my readers know, I by and large consider myself to be a dom top. I enjoy (and think I’m quite good at) dominating and fucking subby bottom boys. But that’s not all there is about me or all I like. A couple of times in past stories I have written about being on the sub side of things with the right person. Similarly, albeit still different from that, I also identify as a pup. I wouldn’t necessarily consider this aspect of myself submissive, though it’s certainly possible. I largely consider myself an independent pup - a gamma pup, as opposed to an alpha or beta, is a term I’ve taken to using - desiring my freedoms far too much to be willing to agree to be collared by most other doms. When I do interact with others, that side of myself is able to adapt to the role that is needed of me. If someone needs to step up and be in charge, I’m there, but I’m also just as happy to defer to another pup or a handler if the situation calls for it. Not saying it couldn’t happen, just saying that even when I’m a pup, I’m still a dom top.

My little brother is one of a few people I have shared my pup side with. I can feel some familiar feelings coming up as we tumble on the bed - a propensity for growling and biting, a desire to remain non-verbal. I’ve never actually gone into pup mode with another person like this... Let’s see where this goes.

I continue my rimming, gradually getting rougher, licking larger stripes and biting at his cheeks. I growl loudly as I bury my face in his backside. My little brother can only moan and writhe, struggling to keep even the most basic coherent thought in his mind. When I’ve had my fill, I lick and bite my way up his back until most of his body is covered with my own. I growl into his ear, letting out a small bark and nudge his head towards the nightstand with the lube on it, hoping he can figure out what I am asking for.

“What is it big bro?” my little brother asks.

“Ruff,” I bark in response, again nudging him towards the lube.

After that exchange, he seems to understand what’s going to happen. His puppy of a big brother is going to fuck him like a bitch. Literally.

He grabs the tube of lube, my body still covering his, and squeezes some into his hand. Then he reaches underneath and behind himself for my cock, grabbing and slicking it well from base to tip. He wipes the rest on his own hole before returning the lube to the nightstand.

Nuzzling the back of his neck, I attempt to aim my cock at his hole, unsuccessfully trying to mount him. Reaching back underneath, he grabs my cock a second time, this time helping guide it into his hole as I press forward again. Gasping when my head pops through his ring, he can only groan as I continue to sink the remaining seven inches of my cock inside of him to the hilt, not stopping until I’m completely bottomed out.

I give little bro a moment to adjust to his anal intruder, nuzzling and licking his neck and shoulders. Once his breathing levels out, I give my first tentative thrust forward, and am rewarded with a moan and him pressing back to meet me. I pull my hips back and then push forward again, although at this angle it feels more like I’m fucking down into him. My cock is aimed down and forward - pointed directly at his prostate, which lets me put all my weight into every thrust.

It doesn’t take long for the fuck to get intense. We haven’t changed positions once and I have no intention of doing so now. My little bro is doing everything he can to stay on all fours, but each time my cock scrapes over his prostate he squirms. I fuck him harder than I have the entire trip, thinking only of the tight hole wrapped around my cock and how much I want to dump my load in it. If it were possible, I’d knot him here and now.

As my orgasm approaches, I lose a little bit of my rhythm. My hips can’t help but slam forward erratically, pounding my little bro’s poor hole even harder. I wrap my arms around him as I bite into his shoulder, growling as my cock explodes. Continuing to try and enter him even further, he finally collapses under my weight, with me following after.

We lay there and catch our breaths, my cock still stretching him open, sweat dripping off the both of us. I nuzzle and kiss at his shoulder, especially the angry red marks my teeth left.

“Thank you, big bro, for sharing that side of you with me,” he tells me as he reaches a hand back to scratch my hair.

I can only return a small and exhausted “woof.” This pup needs a nap.

Deep Dive: Natural Magic

The world is full of magic. I don’t mean that in the metaphorical sense; the world of Terra is literally brimming with magical energy. It is this energy that natural spellcasters are able to sense and manipulate, allowing them to commune with and affect the world around them. Of the four spellcasting divisions, natural spellcasters are considered the most versatile, being just as capable of healing as they are destruction. As far as raw power output is concerned, they fall slightly behind they’re divine and arcane casting brethren, but that only pushes them to think more creatively.

The most common spells in a natural caster’s repertoire are focused around things like the climate, the elements, and animals. They will use their magic to not just check the weather, but to change if it is not to their liking. They are able to start fires, create water, call down lightning, or cause earthquakes, and are also extremely proficient healers, able to treat wounds, remedy poisons, and cure diseases. Depending on the type of spell being cast, the magic may call for parts of a plant or animal as spell regents or focuses. It is also common for these casters to form deep bonds with their animal companions, including connections of a supernatural nature.

Like most spellcasters, a natural caster’s powers first become apparent in childhood. These children may do things like speaking to animals, changing the direction of the wind, or even starting a small storm. However, because most of these actions are near impossible to prove are a child’s doing, it may take many years before someone notices they are the result of the child’s magical gifts. Should they continue to practice these gifts, but forgo any formal training, these individuals will often be known as sages. It is not unheard of for a sage to act as a healer for smaller or more remote villages, places where finding someone with training, or trying to receive any training at all, may be impossible.

Druids are perhaps the most well-known type of natural spellcaster, and the one most easy to seek training for, with most druid circles eager to train new initiates. Druids typically focus their abilities in two ways: direct spellcasting, and shapeshifting. Direct spellcasting is exactly what it sounds like; similar to a wizard or cleric, druids cast spells that directly affect things on the field. This can range from something simple like a fireball or calling down lighting from a storm, to the more complicated spells of summoning vines to root you in place, crafting weapons from ice, and summoning electricity without the need for a storm at all. Shapeshifting is the druid’s other skill of choice, transforming their bodies into the shape of an animal, granting the druid all of the animal's senses and instincts, but retaining their conscious mind. Typically, a druid must first spend time with and study an animal in order to achieve its form, and most druids will have multiple preferred animal forms committed to memory for different situations. More complicated animals require more power and concentration, and very powerful druids are even capable of only transforming individual body parts.

While still possessing many of the same abilities as a druid, Shamans are more interested in dealing with nature spirits than direct spellcasting. Shamanism as a practice is one that is typically passed down, an older shaman choosing to take one or two apprentices when their abilities become apparent. A shaman’s spellcasting revolves around communing with nature spirits, adding their strength to the shaman’s own. A shaman might ask for the speed of a wolf spirit, the sturdy constitution of a tree spirit, or the power to move the winds like an air spirit. As the connections they forge grow deeper, shamans will often create totems: small trinkets dedicated to a specific spirit, which allow for a stronger connection, and one that can be made over longer distances. Like all natural spellcasters, their abilities - the types of spirits they can contact - can be limited by their environment.

The most misunderstood type of natural spellcaster, Witches can be found either solitary or in a coven. Some male witches prefer to go by the term warlock, though ‘witch’ is a gender-neutral title. Similar to shamans, a witch's spellcasting is focused around working with the spirits of nature. Unlike shamans, a witch is less interested in adding the spirit's power to their own, and more in working alongside them. While still capable of casting spells like a druid or shaman, a witch’s magic is more focused around rituals, often casting their spells from their own homes, or having the spirits act as their magical messengers. Their gifts also tend to push them towards potion making, with friendly spirits being more than happy to pass along or guide the witch towards powerful ingredients. While many natural casters often form strong bonds with their furry, featherey, or scaley companions, a witch’s familiar is not actually an animal at all, but an animal spirit. This spirit chooses to bond with the witch in a special one-on-one connection, one that grants both the familiar and the witch new powers, such as the ability to see through the other’s eyes, or share the effects of a spell from a distance. Curiously, there are certain witches who connect not with spirits, but with gods and other creatures of a divine nature, blurring the lines between Natural and Divine magic.

While not thought of as a formal type of spellcaster, it is not unheard of for certain individuals with a latent or low-level natural spellcasting ability to go by the title of Ranger. They can be found in woodland or other rugged areas, often working as a tracker or hunter. Though not all rangers are spellcasters, those that are often seek out a sort of informal training, something that an increasing number of druid circles are beginning to offer. This training focuses on how to best apply their magical talents to their profession, in ways such as heightening their senses to help with tracking, sensing what the weather may be before their next hunt, and training their animal companion to be their most loyal ally. Rangers learn that though their magical abilities give them an extra tool to fight with, it is still just a tool, and a skilled ranger knows not to rely on only one part of the whole.

My Three Orc Dads, Chapter 2

I’m frozen in place at Rurig’s sudden entrance, his question hanging in the air. I’m laying naked in his son’s old bed, with his equally naked husband behind me, spooning me with his arm thrown over my waist. Why he isn’t answering I don’t know, but it’s not like I have any idea what to say! I’m facing a wall, but my eyes are still squeezed tight, trying to will myself invisible. I can’t believe I did this, I shouldn’t be here, I have to—

“I told you to help him get settled, not fuck him,” Rurig scoffs, sounding more annoyed than anything else.

Jarek groans as he rolls onto his back, away from me. “You are just jealous because I got to him first.” Wait, what?

“No, I am unhappy because there is a tree sitting in my backyard that you promised to turn into firewood this morning.” I dare to roll over myself, opening one eye to see Rurig standing in the doorway, hand on his hip, giving Jarek a very unimpressed look.

“Not a tree, just a log.” I can hear Jarek roll his eyes as he slides off the bed, bending over to reach for his pants, “but I will take care of that right away, dear.” With a kiss to his husband’s cheek, he throws his pants over his shoulder and exits the room.

“You did not even wait until he was unpacked,” Rurig calls down the hall after him, before turning to me. “Sorry about that. Go ahead and finish, then get cleaned up and come find me in the kitchen.”

“Uh, sure. Yes sir.” I nod at the smiling orc, as if I’m not laying here naked with his husband’s cum leaking out of my... Get your shit together, David.“I’ll be right there.”

I flop back onto the bed when he leaves, covering my face with my hands and resisting the urge to scream. What the hell did Khazak sign me up for? Once I’m composed, I roll off the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor. After redressing, I fold and pile the rest of my things on Khazak’s old desk. Time to get cleaned up.

I peek my head out of the door, for some reason feeling shy that someone might see me heading to the bathroom to clean up after...that. I quietly make my way down the hall, washing my hands and face in the sink before grabbing some toilet paper and making sure I’m not leaving any wet spots on the inside of my pants... These last few weeks have been weird.

Once I’m feeling presentable, I head for the kitchen. I’m actually a little impressed that I can remember where everything is, considering I’ve only been here a handful of times. Still, I pause just outside the doorway, my nervousness creeping back up. I know Jarek said everything we did was fine, and Rurig seemed almost bored by what he saw, but it still feels like I’m doing something wrong.

“That you out there, David?” Damn orc hearing.

“Yeah, sorry. Right here.” I try to enter without looking too sheepish.

The kitchen is a lot less busy than it was the last time I was in here. Less warm too, probably because there aren’t twenty different things being cooked. Rurig is leaning against the counter when I enter, a knife in his hand and a decent sized slab of meat behind him. There’s still no sign that he’s shocked at catching me in bed with one of his husbands, just a smile.

“You any good with a knife?” he asks, holding up the one in his hand.

“Depends. Do you mean in the kitchen or a fight?” There’s that nervous joke-making habit.

“Well seeing as we are in a kitchen,” he gestures to the room with his free hand, “I obviously meant a fight. Yours is over there. Defend yourself!” The chubby, one-legged orc holds out his knife hand threateningly as he slides into a fighting stance.

I fail to hold in the snort of laughter, happy that my joke was at least well-received.

“What? Think you can take me?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye before standing up straight. “Seriously though, are you any good with a knife in the kitchen?”

“Pretty decent.” In both cases, actually. “What do you need me to do?”

“I set you up over here.” He points to a spot to his left where a cutting board sits. “I need you to peel and then cut those into cubes about this big.” He holds up his finger and thumb as an example. “Then toss them in that pot.” He points to a large pot sitting on the stove, steam slowly wafting out of the top.

“Yes sir.” That’s the second time I’ve called him sir. Thanks, years of training.

I step up to my station, a wooden cutting board with a knife on top, and some already-peeled vegetables on the counter behind it. I see carrots, potatoes, and those orange-colored potatoes Khazak told me are named camotes, but that most people who speak Common just call sweet potatoes.

“Picked those up just for you,” Rurig says on my right. Orc diets are mostly meat-based. “Have you done much cooking?”

“When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my mom.” I pick up my knife and grab a potato to start cutting. “I have three siblings, so she was pretty much always cooking. Everyone helped out, but I probably spent more time in there with her than anyone else. Definitely more than my brothers. All of us would be talking while mom told us what to do. I just thought it was fun.”

“Seems like you enjoyed taking orders from a young age.” I look over to catch Rurig’s toothy grin. “Cooking is important for any family, especially large ones. You would be surprised at the things you pick up when you spend most of your time over a stove. Tell me, when you would fight with your siblings, did your mother ever make the two of you help her at the same time?”

“Yeah. A lot, actually.” And it annoyed the crap outta me.

“And by the time you were finished cooking, were you still fighting?” Rurig asks next while I grab another potato.

“No, not usually.” Huh. I walk the cutting board over to the pot and drop in the potato cubes. “I’ve never really thought about that before.”

“A trick I have used myself many times.” The larger orc chuckles. “Your mother sounds like a smart woman.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.” I grab a carrot with a smile. “When I was little, I would ask to help her anytime I could, but once I got older, I started to worry about being called a uh, ‘momma’s boy,’ so I stopped. She never stopped asking me though, even after all the times I’d tell her no or find some excuse to get out of it. It wasn’t until I was even older that I realized that cooking together like that was her way of spending time with us. So, I started helping her again, as much as I could before I left for the knight academy.”

“I learned most of what I know from my mother. I was an only child, but as you can see, she still did a lot of cooking.” The orc rubs his generous belly, moving his now-sliced meat over to a pan on the stove. “There was no one else to help, so she passed on all her skills, recipes, everything she could, to me. She passed three years ago. I still have the recipe book she wrote for me when I married Orlun, though I probably know everything in there by heart.”

“Is it a big book?” Not that it sounds any less impressive.

“Over ninety different dishes.” Holy crap. “Do you remember any of your own mother’s recipes?” he then asks, meat hitting the pan with a sizzle.

“Not really. I was never great at remembering that stuff.” Anything involving numbers or measurements, really. “I can think of how to make a few basic things, like cookies, but the more complicated stuff would take a lot of guessing. She wrote some of them down for me before I left, but there was a lot less freedom in the kitchens at the academy. I still liked working kitchen duty more than the other work assignments, but it’s not like I got to pick what we made. Plus, I don’t think my mom’s recipes would have been very useful in feeding a fort full of soldiers.”

“That is true. The more mouths you have to feed, the more creative you must get,” he tells me as I add more vegetables to the pot.

Whatever it is, it’s starting to smell good. I look in the top, seeing my cut vegetables mixing with the other ingredients, mostly spices and some greens. The broth is thicker, almost gravy-like, so obviously we are making some kind of stew; venison from the smell of it, which seems to be the meat of choice around here. Rurig starts to add the slices of venison to the pot as soon as they are done cooking, fat still dripping off.

“Alright. Nothing to do now except wait for this to finish,” Rurig declares, putting a lid on the pot once we’re both done adding things. “Got a few hours to kill. Come with me. We need to get you cleaned up again.”

Rurig leads me to their bedroom instead of the bathroom like I’m expecting. When I see the extra-large bed—that is shared nightly by no less than three men—I feel a twinge of anxiety, but when I enter the attached bathroom, I understand why he brought me here instead: it’s huge. Twice as big as the other one and at least three times the size of Khazak’s. Against one wall is a stone counter with two sinks, a wide mirror hanging on the wall just above it. Instead of a tub, the other wall houses a large shower big enough for at least two people, maybe more. It’s almost like the group showers we had at the academy, but this one has walls that reach the ceiling made of what looks like colored glass that’s been melded together.

Rurig heads to the far sink, turning the water on before pulling off his shirt. He’s got some blood on him, not his own thankfully. Cutting meat is just a lot messier than chopping vegetables. He’s not a bad looking man with his longer hair and dark brown beard. He’s got a generous chest and stomach, both of his nipples pierced with gold rings.

Below the waist, he’s got a butt to match his belly, and I suddenly understand Khazak’s obsession with spanking. I wonder if he got that from his other dad? Further down, his left leg has been amputated below the knee—an old injury from his time in the city’s militia. In its place is a prosthetic made of wood and metal, extending straight downward maybe a third of a meter before the end curves into a “C” shape. It almost looks like the handle of a walking cane, but flipped upside down. I’ve never noticed it giving him any trouble, but he’s had decades to master it.

Realizing that I’m staring, I grab the closer sink, lathering up and rinsing my hands. As I finish, I feel Rurig squeeze out of the room behind me, his stomach brushing against my back. When I’m done drying off and exit, I’m surprised to see him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, still shirtless.

“Alright. Get over here so I can see what we are working with.” The orc crooks a finger at me.

“Huh? Woah!” I only take a single step toward him before he grabs my shirt to pull me closer, both hands working to undo my belt and yank down my pants in record time.

“Not bad,” he comments after sticking his hand in the pouch of my jockstrap, grabbing my cock.

“Uhhhh...” I’m frozen in place, unsure of how to proceed with the man's hand on my dick.

“I figured Jarek explained all of this already.” He raises an eyebrow at me, still holding on to my now-growing dick. What? That’s what happens when it’s grabbed! “Or did he leave you too drained for more?”

“Sorry. He did explain it.” I nod. “I just was—”

“Good.” He stands, turning us both around and pushing me to sit on the bed with way more grace than I would have expected for someone his size. “Now finish taking your clothes off.”

I look up at the half-naked orc, already undoing the belt around his own waist and pull my shirt off with a sigh. I mean, I already fucked one of Khazak’s dads, right? Before I can reach for my underwear, Rurig kneels down and hooks his fingers in my waistband, sliding them down and off my feet. With both hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs and shuffles forward, eyeing my crotch like it’s a piece of candy.

After grabbing and giving me an appreciative stroke, he leans forward and wordlessly takes me into his mouth. I grab at the sheets under me as I feel the heat wrap around me, making my cock pulse. He slowly continues his journey downward until I can feel his nose against my groin, his tongue stroking against the base of my shaft. Fuck, he’s good at that.

Finally pulling back a minute later, he starts to slowly bob up and down, coaxing my dick to full hardness with his lips and tongue. He hums to himself happily when he feels me grow to my full size in his mouth, pulling off with a wet pop. He reaches one hand up to hold me steady as he eyes my cock once more.

“Nope, not bad at all.” He strokes his hand up and down my spit-slick shaft. “Pretty tasty too.”

I moan as he dives back into my crotch, a hungry twinkle in his eyes. There’s no more teasing. He’s suddenly a man on a mission, and that mission is to suck my dick. I keep my hands fisted in the sheets, too timid to reach down and grab his head. My hips don’t seem to get the same message though, happily humping up into the man’s warm mouth each time he moves down, the blunt face of his tusks bumping lightly against me.

Eventually, Rurig has enough and stands after pulling off me again, the cool air making my spit-covered dick twitch. I watch him silently walk over to a nightstand, his butt and belly bouncing slightly with each step. He opens the drawer, retrieving a vial of something, probably oil.

“Go ahead and move farther up the bed, pup.” He uncorks the vial as he speaks, dribbling some out into his hand. “Flat on your back.”

“Uh, yes sir.” I nod and slide back, turning myself so that I’m in the requested position.

Rurig climbs onto the bed and shuffles forward on his knees, careful not to let his prosthetic catch on any of the sheets I’ve messed up. He pulls my legs together and straddles me, looking down like I’m his favorite meal as reaches behind to prepare himself with oil-covered fingers. Satisfied with his handiwork, he reaches forward with the same oil-slick hand to grab my cock, spreading whatever is left over as he strokes me.

Rurig moves farther up until his thighs are above my waist, the bottom of my dick rubbing against his balls and taint. His own cock is hard and heavy, hanging over my belly and under his. It’s thick, much thicker than mine, but not quite as long, though I guess that could just be because of said belly. Gripping himself with his slick hand, he pushes down on my chest as he grinds himself onto my cock with a smirk. Fuck.

“You feel ready to me.” He lifts himself up on his knees, reaching down and aiming my cock up—straight at his ass. He sits back down, my cock sliding between his warm cheeks, and into his even warmer hole. “Mmmmm, yeah...” he groans as I breach him.

My cock flexes involuntarily against the tight heat surrounding it. It feels amazing, though it’s hard to fight against the urge to start thrusting up. Rurig’s eyes are closed, savoring the feeling of being filled, something I am all too familiar with. He’s already taken me to the hilt, and I didn’t see an ounceof pain on his face while he did it. Nothing but pleasure. With how fast he prepped himself and how fast he’s going, he’s gotta be an old pro at this. Being married to a couple of other men probably helps. I could learn a thing or two from him. Not sure how—or what—I’d ask, though.

With one hand on my chest to steady himself, Rurig lifts himself off an inch or two before sliding back down. His other hand is still gripping his dick, slowly stroking himself, revealing his wet head each time his foreskin is pulled back. I’m actually kind of jealous, normally when I get fucked my dick is only half-hard at best. I guess I just become so focused on the one thing that my dick just says “meh” to everything else.

I’m biting my lip as the wet heat of his ass slides up and down my length, occasionally snapping my hips up to meet him halfway. This is so much better than jerking off. Rurig’s riding picks up speed, but the hand on his cock keeps steady. I reach one hand up to rub across his chest and stomach, watching the way his belly ripples with the movement of his wrist. The skin is soft under my fingers, lined with the occasional stretch mark. I’m not sure if I have a “type,” but as far as bodies go, I have yet to find one I didn’t like.

With my other hand I grab his balls, thick and weighty against my stomach. He moans when I roll them in my palm, thrusting down onto me hard when I give them a light squeeze. The more I play with them, the faster his hand moves, and more importantly for me, so do his hips. Rurig is all but fucking himself on my cock as he works himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “If you keep that up, pup, you are going to make me—”

He cuts himself off with a growl, his whole body tensing, including his ass. I squeeze his thighs as he squeezes me, and when he finally unclenches, a thick, hot, rope of cum shoots from the head of his cock, covering me from stomach to neck. He paints the rest of my torso with shots two through six, releasing his cock with a happy sigh when he’s finally finished.

While he catches his breath, my cock twitches, still inside of him. He opens one eye, peeking down at me with a soft grin. His body is more relaxed, his belly pressing his softening cock against me. Not sure what comes over me, but I run a finger through the mess he left on my chest, bringing it up to my mouth to taste. That makes him grin even wider.

“I knew I liked you.” He bends over, reaching behind my head to pull me up and meet him halfway for a kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth for only a moment before he pulls away, letting me fall back to the bed. “Your turn.”

With both his hands on the side of my chest, he starts to ride me again. He resumes the pace he had set for himself earlier, not showing any signs of feeling overstimulated. My hands hold onto his thighs, my own hips snapping up steadily to meet his. He wants me to cum, and I am more than happy to oblige.

Fuck, this feels so good, so different from what I’m used to. I may have to talk to Khazak about doing some more of this. He’s got a pretty nice ass himself... A sudden feeling of wrongness pops into my head, thinking about the son of the guy I’m currently inside of, but I shake it off easily. Or maybe it just doesn’t feel as wrong as I think, seeing as it’s the thing about to push me over the edge.

“Gonna cum,” I blurt out, hands tight on Rurig’s thighs.

“Good,” is his reply, riding me even faster.

I can't help but thrust up when I finally unload, trying to bury myself as deep as possible with each shot. Rurig lets all of his weight fall, leaving me just enough leverage to keep thrusting shallowly. When he’s finally drained me and I’ve stopped moving, he bends over and kisses me again, this one slow, all tongue. He sits up straight with a sigh, looking like a hunter pleased with his catch.

“Spirits, I love that feeling.” He grinds himself down, my cock slowly softening inside of him. “But I doubt I need to tell you that.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty familiar.” It is a nice feeling...

“Alright, I suppose it is time to check on—”

“Seriously, Rurig?” Both our heads whip around to look in the open doorway, where somehow we both (okay, so maybe I’m the only one facing this way, whatever) missed a large green man now standing in it: Orlun, Jarek and Rurig’s third husband. And he doesn’t look too happy. Uh oh.

Public Book Release Info & Patreon Price Changes

Welcome to July everyone! Now, my main news for the month is of course the title and cover reveal for Storms & Sacrifice, but you all already know that! It will be released on October 1st, 2021, and once the book is available for preorder you can expect an update with a flashy subject line. Also wanted to let you know that the audiobook of Steel & Thunder is currently available on Google Play, Rakuten Kobo, and Scribd. I’m waiting for it to hit a few of the bigger stores (looking at you, Audible) before making a more focused announcement, but if you don’t wanna wait, you can pick it up at either of those places.

On to some more Patreon-specific news: I am lowering the prices of everyone’s Patreon tiers! All tiers will be at least $1-2 cheaper, and still receive access to all the same content. However, because of the way Patreon works, I can’t change the prices of a tier while people are subscribed to it. So what is going to happen is this: In the next week, I will set up the new tiers with the new, lower prices. You will then have to go in and manually switch over to the new tier. The old tiers will all be locked and hidden, so you won’t need to worry about selecting the wrong one. I will make a post announcing this then, which should give everyone about three weeks to make the change. If you do NOT select a new tier in time, you will still be charged the old price at the start of the next month, so make sure you do take care of it!

Happy reading!

This Month on Patreon

Here’s what I'll be posting here for June:

• 7/12: The second chapter of my My Three Orc Dads. After some unexpected one-on-one time with Jarek, the two are caught by another of Khazak’s fathers, who now wants his own turn.
• 7/19: A primer on Natural magic: detailed information on Druids, Shamans, Witches, and Rangers, including common spellcasting practices and spells.
• 7/26: A story from my Little Black Book that comes all the way from Australia, where I visited my “little brother.” I was feeling a little growly one day and well...a certain puppy made an appearance. (It’s me, I’m the puppy.)

Magic Type for Worldbuilding Article for July

Afternoon patrons! This poll is to help me decide which of the four types of magic to cover in next months worldbuilding article. Remember, ranked choice so vote on as many options as you'd like! This will run through Sunday.

Dom's Little Black Book: Night Prowler

Once upon a time, I had a really great fuck buddy named T. T was a bigger guy, and very furry, and over a real sweet guy. But behind closed doors? He was just a big ol’ nasty cumslut. And one who liked it rough, too. He and I would have a lot of fun with me roughly pounding him over whatever I had decided to bend him over.

Sadly, T had moved away a few years prior, and I was left with only memories and the occasional ass pic to remember him by. But one day, I lucked out. T was driving back into town for the weekend because of a wedding. Naturally, spending the weekend away from home meant a hotel room, and a hotel room means seeking out a safe and reliable source of dick for the weekend.

Wait, is that not normal?

I was eager to relieve some of the tension we had been building over text. Our schedules, however, did not share the same eagerness. Between his wedding events and my own obligations, we were unable to find any time to get together before he left. Sad but understanding, I prepared to end the weekend with my dick left unsatisfied, when late Sunday night, I get a text from T. The wedding had just let out, and he was headed back to his hotel. He was staying an extra night, not wanting to drive back this late at night, and wanted to know if I would still be up for some fun.

Fuck yeah I was.

He sent me his motel address and room number, and we figured out when I should head over. We also talked about some of the particulars of what our evening might entail. Specifically, a fantasy of his that we had discussed several times before, but never were able to enact – a rape fantasy. I know that may not be everyone’s cup-o-tea, so I understand if you quit reading here. All consensual, and very much wanted, he let me know he would leave the door unlocked, and headed to bed.

I take my time on the drive, pulling into the motel a little after midnight. I want this to be as real as possible, which means making sure T has really fallen asleep since we last spoke. I stroll leisurely up to the room, approaching the door quietly, seeing it slightly ajar.

I very carefully open the door and close it behind me, making sure to keep the lock from clicking. The room is dark, lit only by a light coming from the bathroom. I see T’s form on the bed facing away from me, the sheets rising and falling with his breath. I stand still for a moment, waiting for any indication that my entrance might have disturbed him. Once I’m satisfied, I take in the rest of the room.

It’s a small room with a single bed, but that’s all we need it for. There’s a couch next to the door, and I quietly take a seat. I pull the bottle of lube from my pocket and begin to slowly and carefully strip my clothing, placing it on the couch in a pile. Sitting for a moment, I work my cock until it’s hard as I watch T sleep. Once I’m erect, I slick myself up and creep over to the side of the bed, still stroking as I come up with a plan of attack.

I leap onto the bed and cover his body with mine. Expectedly, he immediately starts to fight back and tries to buck me off. I wrap an arm around his neck, slightly cutting off his air while I grab one of his free hands to pin him.

“Shut the fuck up bitch, I wanna fuck and you’re the lucky slut who gets to take it,” I growl in his ear, grinding my hard cock against his ass to make my point.

“No…stoAAAHHH,” he protests as I sink my cock into his hole.

Biting at his ear, I listen to his whines and whimpers as I force the rest of my dick inside of him. He struggles in vain against me, really putting up a fight. I can appreciate the realism. I hold him down as I fuck him hard and fast, not wanting to give him even a moment to recover. I shove his face into a pillow to muffle his protests as I take my pleasure from his ass.

He is nice and tight, just like I remembered. And holy fuck is this whole scene hotter than I had anticipated. We had discussed this entire scenario before multiple times – and quite thoroughly at that. It always devolved into dirty talk of what exactly I was going to do to him. But in practice, I was always a little hesitant – this isn’t a kink for the faint of heart. So far though, this has been one of the hottest experiences of my life.

I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me…

The intensity of the situation starts to get to me. I still have my arm around his neck, relentlessly thrusting down into him with all my weight. I can hear his whimpers and moans muffled by the pillow, his weak attempts at protest or to fight me off. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, right now. With a loud groan, I explode, slamming my cock home and breeding him deep. I keep pounding into him with each shot of cum, until I collapse in a heap atop him.

As I catch my breath, I can hear T below me doing the same.

“How you doing down there, boy?” I ask, checking in.

“That was fucking awesome sir,” is his response.

I chuckle. “I’m just glad we finally managed to make it happen.”

“Me too, sir.”

We lay there a while longer, chatting lazily while we catch up. It’s not long, though, before I start getting hard again...and I know T will absolutely be down for round 2…

“I’m getting hard again boy,” I inform him with a grind of my hips.

“Good thing you’re still here then sir, huh?” he teases back.

I give him a smack on the ass and move from lying on top of him. I look around the bed for only a second before grabbing him, forcing him to his knees, and turning him to face the wall. The one that has a full length mirror. I grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, making him watch the exact moment I breach his ass once more.

I enjoy seeing his mouth drop open and his eyes bulge out as his already sore hole is filled to capacity once more. I waste no time in fucking him earnestly. Leaving one hand in his hair, I use the other to smack his ass as I thrust into him. I’m in no rush, knowing my second nut is probably going to take some time to build up.

I keep his eyes trained on the mirror, making sure he watches every moment of himself getting dominated. I climb onto the mattress to fuck him at a higher angle, nailing his prostate and causing him to make noises loud enough to wake the neighbors. Glad I’m not the one staying overnight.

By the time I near my second orgasm, the both of us are totally drenched in sweat. The bed is squeaking in time with my thrusts, and any pretense of this being rape has long since flown out the window. I lock eyes with T, one hand tightly gripping his hair and the other on his hip, as I slam home and filled him with load #2. I keep thrusting until I’m drained, pulling out with a wet-sounding pop.

“Good boy. We definitely have to do this again next time you’re in town,” I say smiling down at T and spanking his ass for good measure.

“Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to fuck me like that far more often.”

I chuckle. “Deal.”

The Fall of the Elves

Elves are thought to be one of if not the oldest intelligent species of Terra. While the rest were only starting to build their first settlements, elves already had cities in every part of the world. Evidence shows that these early elves were isolationists, rarely leaving their homes to interact with outsiders. Study of these sites has revealed an astounding amount of near-identical architecture and even signs of a shared language, indicating the existence of an ancient globe-spanning elven society.

Unfortunately, this society did not survive to the present day. Thousands of years ago, a great tragedy befell the elven people of Terra. The exact circumstances are unknown and are largely kept under wraps by the elven council, but evidence points to a magical cataclysm that struck each of their cities simultaneously. In the few historical records from this period that survive, a number of accounts mention bright lights filling the sky before earth-shattering explosions rocked the planet. Millions of elves were wiped out in an instant.

However, not all elves of the time shared the isolationist views of their brethren. These elves had been living in smaller groups and settlements outside of elven lands, even occasionally interacting with the rest of the world. In light of the devastation, many of them attempted to return to their homelands only to be met with empty ghost towns, with no signs of the previous inhabitants. Worse still, dangerous magical energies permeated the air and seeped into the ground, transforming some of these lands into uninhabitable arcane wastelands.

What came next is largely unknown, as the planet fell into a centuries-long magical and technological dark age. Researchers believe that as a result of the strength and power of the magical destruction, the physical laws governing the magic and spellcasting had been irrevocably changed, or at least required time to recover. Casting magic had become dangerous and unpredictable. The world was thrown into chaos, just as it was learning to stand on its own two feet. Societies regressed, land wars began anew, and for centuries people feared the planet was on the brink of destruction. And perhaps it was.

What is known is that the elves began the long and arduous work of rebuilding. Certain that their previous isolationism had done little to help them, and knowing they were unlikely to regain the level of prestige and power they once held, these survivors banded together to use their remaining knowledge for the betterment of the world. As a result, elves are responsible for the creation of the gold/silver/copper standard, the spread of the Common language, and many of the diplomatic ties between nations that still exist to this day. These new elves’ outlook has led to a fantastic worldwide blending of cultures, creating the elven society as it is known today.

Sadly, much of the elves' original knowledge and culture has been lost. Every year there are fewer and fewer speakers of Old Elvish, their original shared language. In present times, most elves typically speak a combination of a language native to their area, Common, and New Elvish, a language with roots in Old Elvish as well as dozens of other languages. The elven council today is a body made up of representatives from each of the surviving elven tribes and is the governing body for matters pertaining to the elven species as a whole.

Today, travel to the elven homelands today is heavily restricted and all but banned to non-elves. While many of these locations are now safe, there are still locations where the earth is so spell-scorched that using magic can be dangerous. There are also persistent rumors of these ruined cities being inhabited by all sorts of deadly magical beasts and untold arcane horrors. Elves that do wish to visit must seek special permission, something the council only grants under very specific circumstances. Anyone attempting to venture onto elven lands on their own does so at their own peril, and few have returned to tell their tale.

My Three Orc Dads: Chapter 1

“I still don’t understand why I can’t just stay home by myself.”

“Because I still cannot trust you to stay out of trouble while I am gone.”

It’s the late in the morning, and the two of us are walking through the streets of V’rok’sh Tah’lj. We’re headed to see Khazak’s parents, who I will be spending the next few days with. Without Khazak.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Though the whining might say differently.

“They are not babysitting you,” Khazak tries to reassure me.

I know he’s right, but the worst part about it is it doesn’t even really feel like babysitting—it feels like petsitting.

“Also, as I told you, this is a diplomatic mission,” he points out as we approach his parents’ home. “We are meeting with the delegations of four different cities, and you do not even speak the language. Any of them.”

“I’m learning!” I roll my eyes at his answer as he knocks on the door.

“There you are.” Rurig, Khazak’s father, answers the door with one of his husbands, Jarek, right behind him. Between the two, Rurig is a few years older, a little shorter, and a lot wider, with a generous belly that I have seen shaking on more than one occasion when the man laughs. Jarek, who is maybe ten years his husband’s younger, sports a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee that matches the short black hair on his head, as opposed to the longer brown on his husband.

“Sorry for the delay, Ruda,” Khazak apologizes as we walk inside—we were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, but I might have dragged things out so I could try and change his mind. Obviously, it didn’t work. “We needed to make sure he had everything for his stay. Thank you again for watching him.”

“You know we will take good care of him, son.” Rurig reaches out to ruffle my hair affectionately as I’m passed over to them.

“Where is Orda?” Khazak asks about the location of his third father, Orlun.

“Your aunts needed help moving some furniture and he volunteered. He will be back by dinner,” Rurig assures him.

“Give him my love.” Khazak hugs his fathers before hugging me. “Please behave yourself.”

“I always behave,” I grumble as I hug him back. “...Come back soon, ‘kay?”

“See you in a few days, puppy.” With a final kiss to my forehead, he’s gone, and the front door closes.

“I hope you are hungry because it is almost lunchtime!” Rurig announces happily, rubbing his hands together. Is he ever not cooking?

“Uh, yes sir. That sounds good.” Without Khazak here, I’m feeling a little off-balance.

“Heh, ‘sir?’ I like you, kid.” He ruffles my hair again and turns to Jarek. “Will you take him to Khazak’s old room to get settled while I get started on lunch?”

“Follow me, David.” Jarek puts his hand on my shoulder as he leads me away.

“Thank you.” I follow him into the living room and then down a hall. I’ve only been here once before so I don’t exactly know where I’m going.

“Here we are.” Jarek opens the door to reveal a familiar looking room before stepping inside.

It’s as threadbare as I remember it: a bed, a few bookcases, and a desk in one corner. There’s a couple of old looking bows hanging from the walls, but that’s it. Cozy, if not a little boring. I set my bag on the bed, wondering if I should bother unpacking. All I brought was a few changes of clothes and a couple of Khazak’s books. And maybe something else for late at night.

“We changed the sheets before you got here,” Jarek informs me. “You know, I do not think anyone has slept in this room in over ten years.”

“Not since Khazak moved out?” I think the timeline matches up, at least.

“Yes.” Jarek nods his head. “Just a few years after they finished their schooling, Khazak and Ragnar rented a too-small apartment together for a few years while he saved up to buy his current home. I made a lot of his furniture myself, actually.”

“It all looks really nice.” Khazak once pointed out where Jarek worked to me, a half-tree nursery, half-carpentry business. “What’s it like not having them in the house anymore?”

“It always gets quieter around here when one of the children moves out, but I suppose it will be much stranger in a few years after Ursza and Ignatz are finally gone. Those two are staying with friends for the next few days.” He considers my question for a moment. “You know, I cannot say I ever saw myself one day being the father to five children. Especially seeing as three of them were here before I was.”

“Is it weird being a step-father?” It’s not something I’ve ever considered myself.

“Perhaps a little at first, but that was largely due to how Orlun and Rurig introduced them to me.” I knew Khazak did not like Jarek when he first came around, but I haven’t heard this story. “I was probably right around your age when I met the two of them. It was a rather...hectic time for the city. They were already married, and I assumed I was just in for a bit of fun with them, but we kept on seeing each other. Then one day, Rurig was injured and Orlun asked me to watch their three children. Children I did not even know existed at that point.”

“Oh, wow.” Three kids is a lot to dump on someone by surprise.

“That was my feeling as well,” he grumbles slightly. “I was not happy to suddenly be responsible for childcare, but I was willing to do it for them. It all worked out in the end.”

“I heard Khazak wasn’t exactly your biggest fan.” Ayla said he hated him, but that seems harsh.

Jarek chuckles at my comment. “He was young, and he had his reasons. I am very proud to be able to call myself his father today.”

“Well, you guys raised a great son,” I compliment with a smile. “Very responsible, if not a little heavy handed.”

“He gets that from his father,” he muses.

“Which one?” I ask.

Jarek laughs at my stupid joke. “Let us get you unpacked and fed.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.” I try to stop Jarek from reaching for my bag on the bed. “I can take care of that—”

I’m too late, and he empties the contents of my bag onto the bed. Out come my clothes, the books, my toothbrush...and the wooden plug, bottle of oil, and charm I use to keep myself clean and open when I’m playing with my butt. My face, no, my whole body turns red. What?! Three days is a long time, okay? I’ve become accustomed to a certain amount of sex.

“Well, I see my son has certainly been training you properly.” He eyes the large-ish plug on the bed. It’s barely thicker than Khazak’s cock. Not that Jarek would know that.

“I am so sorry.” I scramble to try and cover the toy with my clothes. “You weren’t supposed to—”

“Nothing to be ashamed of, pup.” Jarek uses the nickname Khazak gave me, then pulls the shirt off of the plug and picks it up. “Rather impressive if you are already able to take something this large.”

“I, uh, I’m...” I have no idea how to take that compliment.

“Something the matter, David?” Jarek steps closer, still holding the plug.

What is going on right now? What is he—aaannnd he’s kissing me. He’s good too, and it takes me a solid five seconds for the full implication of this to hit me. Then I pull back in shock.

“What are you... We can’t...” I am almost positive that kissing my owner’s stepdad is not something I should be doing. “I’m sorry!”

“Did Khazak not tell you?” Jarek searches my face in concern.

“Tell me what?” This seems like a pretty big thing to neglect mentioning.

“That it is tradition for an avakesh to spend a night with his kavan’sparents.” My eyes go wide at Jarek’s revelation.

“No... He... He did not say anything like that.” Is he serious?

“We understand if this makes you uncomfortable,” Jarek tells me, moving his hands behind his back and hiding the plug from view. “There would be no offense taken if you preferred not to act on this tradition, but I assure you, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it in our culture.”

I take a moment to look at Jarek, a lot more closely than I have before. He’s not a bad looking guy. He has a slimmer build than Khazak, but he’s still bigger than me, though his height is actually right around mine. His neatly trimmed goatee frames his short white tusks perfectly, and there’s something about the worry in his eyes that makes him look sweet. If I’m being perfectly honest, there’s also a part of me that just really, really wants Khazak’s parents to like me. Shit, am I gonna do this? I mean, it is a tradition, right? “...Are you sure this is okay?”

“Of course, pup.” He steps closer, tossing the plug on the bed as he does. “Now how about you just relax and let me take over, so you can stop worrying so much.”

“...Okay, sir.” I nod, my mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“You are going to be fun,” Jarek tells me before kissing me again.

Yeah, he’s good at this. Maybe as good as Khazak, but I don’t have a lot of male-based kisses to compare to. One of his hands comes up to cup my face while the other snakes around my waist to the small of my back, pulling us closer together. I allow myself to be touched and manipulated but otherwise just stand there, too nervous to know what to do with my own hands or anythingbeyond kissing back.

Sensing my hesitation, Jarek breaks our kiss and begins unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off with a small smirk. Then his hands reach for the buttons of my own, chuckling when my fingers fumble when I try to help. Once he gets my shirt off, he maneuvers us onto the bed on our sides, and we resume kissing.

From the way we are laying, I can feel Jarek’s erection pressing into my thigh, my own dick doing the same. Can’t say I’m not enjoying this, even if it does seem weird as hell. Jarek’s hands begin to slide up and down my sides, back and chest, stopping to tease the spots where I seem the most sensitive. Finally feeling a little bold, I try to copy him, though I have less luck at finding those sensitive areas than he does.

Eventually, I feel him brushing up against the front of my pants, and then his hands are reaching for my buttons again. I have to fight against the urge to stop him, though it's significantly easier than the last time. He does the same to himself, saving me from making an awkward attempt.

I gasp into his mouth as he palms my dick through the pouch of my jockstrap. Pulling the fabric to the side, he frees my cock from its confines, grasping it firmly in his hand. He lowers the waistband of his underwear, freeing himself and pushing forward to rub our lengths together. He places them side by side, holding them together in one hand. He’s a little larger than I am, both in length and thickness, but he looks to be a lot more manageable than Khazak.

“Not bad, boy,” Jarek tells me as he strokes our cocks together. “But how do you taste?”

Faster than I am expecting, Jarek flips his body so that his head is near the foot of the bed. Well, it’s really closer to my dick. As is his to mine, the green appendage twitching slightly in front of my face. I just manage to work up the nerve to reach for it when the warm heat of his mouth envelops me. Oh fuck.I hump forward slightly, wanting more of the wet heat on my cock.

He doesn’t stop me from moving my hips, but he does use a hand to reach for my head and pull it toward his own crotch. Happy to prove I can take direction, I open my mouth to swallow him down. Jarek moans around my dick, the vibrations providing some added sensation to his sucking. Grabbing the base with my hand, I start to mimic his movements, moving my mouth up and down his length while holding him steady.

We’re lost in the haze of this double blowjob for some time. I think this position is called a sixty-nine? I’ll have to ask. Not now though. Now it's just me, Jarek, the heat of his mouth, the solid way his dick feels against my tongue, the taste of his pre-cum... When I feel him start trying to hump forward, I actually think I might be getting him close, but then he pulls out of my mouth completely.

“I do not want to cum yet,” he explains, pulling off my cock for a moment. “You, however... I told you I wanted to taste you.”

He swallows me right back down, his head rapidly bobbing up and down the top half of my cock. He covers the other half with his hand, stroking me in time with his mouth using his spit to slick the way. Without anything to occupy my mouth, I moan aloud, arms reaching out to hold onto Jarek’s leg to keep steady.

“I’m... I’m getting close,” I warn, but he only doubles his efforts in response, which I take as permission to let go.

I bite my lip as I cum, wanting to hold back the noise. It still feels like we’re doing something very wrong, which of course makes cumming so much more intense. Each shot fills his mouth, and he’s no longer sucking or stroking, just swallowing. When I’m finished, he pulls off, smacking his lips with a grin.

“Not bad,” he says as he slides off the mattress to stand, bending over to kiss me as I recover, wanting me to taste for myself. “My turn now.”

Still standing, he “helps” me to flip so that I am laying half on my stomach, half on my right side. He has me hike my left leg up and bends it, like I’d be kneeing someone in the stomach if I were standing. Keeping my right leg straight, he climbs onto the bed behind me and straddles it. Oh fuck, already? I don’t complain or ask for a break though, too desperate to please my owner’s fathers.

After searching the pile of my things for the charm, he reaches under me to place it against my stomach, tossing it to the side once it’s finished. I hear the cork on the vial of oil open, and then a pair of slick fingers are prodding my ass. I gasp when they come into contact with my hole, gently but firmly pressing inside.

“Very nice,” Jarek comments, using the hand not inside of me to squeeze my rump.

Thanks to all the “practice” I’ve been getting with Khazak, prepping me doesn’t take long, and soon something that feels distinctly cock-shaped is slipping between my cheeks. His other hand is still on my ass, spreading me open as he guides himself to his target. Feeling the slick head pressing against me, I brace myself for what comes next. I’ve never been fucked after cumming like that, and I’m a little nervous about how sensitive I might be.

I groan when he finally breaches me, sliding forward slowly until I feel his pubic hair scratching against me. I was right, I am more sensitive, the fullness joined by the feeling of something that isn’t quite pleasure and isn’t quite pain. Fully seated, he settles more of his weight on my leg, relaxing into the position. I try to do the same, but it’s a little difficult with a dick inside of you. At least he’s not as big as his stepson, which isn’t a sentence anyone should ever think. Oh gods, what am I doing?

“So tight,” Jarek mutters from above me.

He grabs me with both hands now, half by the ass and half by the hip from this angle. He presses himself forward while pulling me back, squeezing us together and making me moan. I grab the pillow in front of me to muffle my noise, just in time for him to pull back a few inches and thrust back in. The pain-pleasure feeling grows more intense when he starts to fuck me in earnest, steadily sliding himself forward and back as he straddles my thigh.

It doesn’t take long for Jarek to get comfortable with his movements, and he starts picking up speed, his grip growing even stronger. He changes his angle of attack, using his hands on my ass to lift himself up when he pulls back, and letting him slide back in at an angle that feels like he’s going even deeper. This also has the effect of pressing me deeper into the mattress, pushing me to lie more on my stomach. I groan, squeezing the pillow as the familiar sensation of a prostate orgasm starts to build. How do they always do that?

“Relax. Let it happen, boy.” Jarek ends his instruction with a small spank to my ass.

“It’s not...that...easy,” I growl out, still not quite there.

That seems to spur Jarek on, and a second later, his thrusts get even stronger and faster. I barely have time to prepare myself when I finally feel the dam break, my toes curling as the orgasm washes over me. From my position, my chest flat against the bed with most of Jarek’s weight pinning my lower half down, I can’t do much else but take it.

“Good boy, that is what I wanted.” He leans forward to stroke a hand down my sweaty back. “Now, I believe I said it was my turn.”

Apparently having gotten what he was after, Jarek continues these tactics, his grip on my ass still solid. The steady sound of slapping fills the room as his crotch slams into my ass over and over, both of us sweating. I cry out into the pillow when I feel another orgasm starting to build. I have no idea how close he is, but I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

“Almost...there...” he grits out above me. Oh thank god.

After just a few more thrusts, Jarek slams his hips down without pulling back, at least not until he’s done unloading this first spurt of cum. He pulls back, doing the same with every subsequent shot, until he’s finished, panting above me, still straddling my leg. I feel sweat drip down onto my back when he leans forward, using his hands to hold himself up while he catches his breath. The pressure of the orgasm begins to fade, and I whimper when I feel Jarek slip out of me as he lays down behind me in the bed.

“We can rest for a little bit...” Jarek mumbles against my neck, my eyes already closed before he even finishes talking.

“What the hell is going on in here?” My eyes shoot back open when I hear Rurig’s voice. Oh gods. How do I explain this?