Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 10:58:41 +0000
From: Milo Jones <nemianlion@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dungeons and Dragons chapter two

Dungeons and Dragons

Chapter two: Of orcs and dwarfs

Five days after leaving the monastery, Markus's road had become more
treacherous.  He was heading through the mountains now; the terrain was
rough, the road narrow, and a misstep by his chestnut stallion could spell
disaster.  Night was falling, and he knew it was dangerous to continue, but
here the road was too narrow to set up camp.

As the sky grew dark, he came to a wide flat area in the road.  He was
tired and eager for sleep, but no sooner had he dismounted than an arrow
flew down the road, glancing off his armor.  He quickly swung his war
hammer off his back, peering through twilight to find his attackers.  He
turned his head down the road, their war cries only slightly preceding a
band of orcs rounding the side of the mountain.  He charged to meet them,
swinging the hammer full into the gut of the first orc and sending him
toppling into the ravine below.  Markus fought against his weariness to
overcome the orcs, but he could not break through their superior numbers
and soon he was pushed further and further back to the wall of the
mountain.

The creatures forced Markus up against the wall of rock.  Clawed hands
grabbed and pinned his limbs, forcing him to drop the hammer.  In the
darkness he could barely make out their shapes, about his height, but
thinner and sinewy.  They carried clubs and crude bows and wore little
besides filthy little hide loin cloths.  Now that they had captured their
prey, they talked amongst themselves in the harsh orcish language Markus
could not understand.

"Shall we kill him?" said one.

"No!  Our orders were to take him alive"

"Still, we could have ourselves a little bit of fun..." interjected a third
with an evil grin.

The others laughed and nodded at this.  Markus grew frightened at what they
were intending.  He felt claws rake down his skin as his armor was removed
and tossed to the side.  Hands roughly grabbed his cock and balls and
yanked and squeezed.  He yelped in pain.  An orc grabbed his hair and
pulled his head back down to waist level.  Markus became aware that an orc
stood to each side of his head.  They lifted their soiled loin cloths and
pressed two large rubbery dicks at Markus's mouth, one from each direction.
At first he clenched his mouth tight, but the orcs pulled his head back and
forced his jaw open.  The orc penises tasted foul, but the scent of raw sex
was intoxicating and Markus found himself getting excited despite himself.

The orcs had ripped off his trousers and underwear and were marveling at
Markus's growing erection.  "Look, the human likes it!"

"Then give him all he can take!" replied another.  Markus felt his legs and
hips being lifted off the ground.  Claws dug into his ass, spreading his
cheeks.  He let out a yell as the first orc cock slid up his shit hole.
The rank taste of penis had subsided in his mouth, and after he got over
the shock of penetration, he eagerly returned to servicing the two orc
dicks, first munching on one, then slurping on the other, then gagging both
down at once.  The slimy and rubbery orc penis was working in and out of
Markus's hole easily now.  Markus groaned with pleasure.  He couldn't
believe he was actually enjoying the orcs' gang rape!

He heard some neighing to the side, and he became vaguely aware that one
orc was buggering his stallion, while another crouched beneath it slurping
the horse's huge dong.  The two penises released their sticky cum into
Markus's mouth, with much grunting by the orcs.  They were quickly replaced
by two more.  Several orcs had already shot their loads into his ass, but
still more wanted to ride his sore rump.  As the current orc slammed home
into his rectum, sending a wave of pleasure to his dick, Markus felt a
second dick start to work its way into his abused hole.  He grunted at the
redoubled pressure building in his anus, but bravely rode both cocks hard.
He felt an orc climb on top of him and sit down on his raging hard-on.  His
meat slid easily up the orc's ass, as the creature pumped himself into a
sexual rage on the human's cock.  Markus screamed as the fire in his dick
and butt hole exploded in a huge orgasm, shaking his body with pleasure.
He blacked out.

* * *

The great hall of the dwarfs was impressive.  Its ceiling towered 50 feet
into the air.  Dwarfs were coming and going from all directions, wearing
little more than their beards and the cups supporting their genitals.  It
was easy to understand why: the heat from the forge was oppressive.
Everywhere sweat ran and husky dwarfs barked orders.

Kirth walked behind Bolof, enjoying the sights and smells of so much male
flesh.  Bolof led him to the end of the hall, where a great golden thrown
sat atop a silver filigree pulpit.  The dwarf king rose from the chair.  He
had a helmet, much like Bolof's, but made of silver.  His jock cup was also
silver and inlaid with precious stones.  By the size of it, the dwarf king
must have had king sized dick.  His great white beard hung over a large
belly, and from either side of his beard, two hard nipples protruded, each
pieced by a golden ring.  As he stood, his chunky ass, covered in fine
white fur stuck out, and he scratched it a little.  He descended the pulpit
and embraced Bolof.  "My son, you have returned.  And it looks as if you
have brought a guest!" said the king as he gave Kirth an approving look.

"He is Kirth, Father, a barbarian king from the wild lands to the north.
He is a great warrior with an unquenchable sexual appetite," said Bolof.
Kirth made a low bow.

"Excellent," exclaimed the king.  "We shall have time to get acquainted,
but now we feast!"

Dozens of dwarfs ate as if famished in the royal dinning hall.  All manner
of meats were devoured, leaving little but bone behind.  Satisfied dwarfs
with big bellies lingered in chairs, picking their teeth clean.  Kirth let
out a long sigh of satisfaction.  The king rose.  "A marvelous meal, I hope
our guest can agree, but there are other pleasures besides food.  Let us
adjourn to the Pleasure Room!"  The dwarfs roared in agreement, and many
hands went down to massage crotches eager with anticipation.  The dwarfs
filed out of the room, followed last my Kirth.

He stood in amazement at the assortment of benches and tables in the
Pleasure Room.  The walls were lined with finely crafted dildos of gold and
silver, some with bumps, some that gyrated, and some with many fine joints
to snake in and out.  "Go great barbarian king, choose your instrument of
pleasure!" bellowed the king.  Kirth approached the wall and selected a
large silver dildo that could flex from side to side.  The king picked up a
large curved golden dildo, and Bolof a bumpy one.  Dwarfs brought in great
cauldrons of animal grease.  The human plunged the dildo into the grease
and pulled down his leather pouch.  His penis was already semi hard from
the presence of so many sex-crazed dwarfs.  He poised the dildo at his
eager hole and sat down.  The dildo snaked up his ass, twisting and turning
and hitting every part of his gut just right.  He groaned with delight.

All around him dwarfs had greased up their dildos and shit holes and were
busy fucking themselves.  Most had not even bothered to remove their cups
and had simply pushed the chain to one side to get access to their ravenous
ass holes.  Some were slamming themselves down onto dildos alone.  Others
were working each other's aching holes.  And others were riding two and
even three-way dildos.  All was grunting and groaning and "Oh, shit!  Oh,
fuck, that's good!  That's nice."  The king was on his back, legs to the
ceiling, working the gold dildo into his ass with both hands.  Bolof had
fastened his to a vertical table and was pushed back and forth against it.
Kirth leaned back, closed his eyes, and fucked himself hard, slamming his
ass down on the dildo over and over.

He was amazed at how good it felt.  "Fuck, I will cum soon!  You dwarfs are
quite skilled in your craftsmanship."

"Go ahead and cum!" shouted the king, sticking his head up between his
stout legs. "This is just a warm up!"

Already dwarfs were screaming their orgasms.  Kirth looked around to see
them moaning with cum seeping out of the cups.  Some were already
discarding their cups in anticipation of the main event.  Kirth slammed his
ass down one last time and sent his jism shooting across the room, some
splashing onto the king's face.  The king lapped it up eagerly.

After the wave of his orgasm passed and his muscles relaxed, Kirth looked
up.  Bolof had already finished the first exercise and was standing in
front of him, a lewd grin showing beneath his long, braided moustache.
Kirth was still squatting low, the silver dildo buried in his tight hole,
so that the dwarf's silver jock cup was just at chin level.  Dwarf cum was
leaking out the sides and oozing down Bolof's leg.  Kirth rubbed his hands
down the cup, spreading the semen over it like silver polish.  "I have
tasted your man-meat, but you have yet to feast on my dwarf-meat, human!"
Bolof said as he again undid the chain around his waist.  Kirth pulled the
cup off, revealing Bolof's huge member slimy with cum.  Despite having
already shot one load, the dwarf's penis was still semi-hard and so fat
that even the mighty barbarian could not swallow it.  Still, Kirth eagerly
put his lips around it and began to clean the shaft with his tongue.  The
dwarf spunk was salty and double the flavor of a human; it was delicious to
Kirth, and he lapped up every drop, only wanting Bolof to shoot more into
his mouth.  Bolof threw his head back as the human sucked and kneaded his
quickly swelling dick head.  The dwarf then leaned forward, pushing Kirth
onto his back.  Bolof crouched on all fours, his groin positioned over
Kirth's face, and rubbed his cock all over the barbarian's face.

In the meantime, some of his subjects had come to aid the king in his
pleasure.  Two stout dwarfs held his legs up and apart, while a third
expertly worked his ass with the dildo.  Another was feeding his lord his
dick while squeezing and yanking his nipples.  Soon he too was spilling his
royal seed as he shouted "oh, my ass! Fuck my ass!"  The dwarfs helped
their lord to his feet.  They then wasted no time in removing the king's
bejeweled cup and cleaning their king's dick, balls, and greasy shit hole
with their tongues.

When the dwarf king recovered his breath, he strode over to where his son
was still feeding his meat to the human.  As he approached, Bolof turned
around so that he was now sucking Kirth's long fuck pole with his ass
presented to his father.  The king knelt down behind his son, his legs
straddling the human's chest and began to fondle the younger dwarf's broad,
muscled backside.  "You have such an intoxicating ass, my boy.  As your
father and your king, I command you to pleasure me with your butt hole!"

"I am yours to command, my liege.  Fuck your son's ass and fill me with the
seed that created me!" replied Bolof.  The king reached forward and tickled
his son's hole with his fingers and then gently started to probe into him.
"Please, Father, don't tease my ass with fingers when it craves your cock.
I need you to fuck me," begged Bolof.  The king lifted his belly to get
into position.  He grabbed his cock, slick with spit and even fatter and
longer than his son's, and put the head at the entrance to Bolof's rectum.
With a long groan he eased it in.  Bolof's hole stretched to take it all
in.  The king then started to ease his fat cock in and out.

"Oh, fuck, my lord.  It feels so good!" groaned Bolof, before he returned
to slurping down Kirth's dick.

"Take it all, my boy!" bellowed the king, as he slapped his son's ass
playfully.  "Feel the pleasure of my cock deep inside you."

The two dwarfs were pumping hard now, the king's balls slapping against
Bolof's with every thrust.  Kirth raised himself onto his elbows.  His face
was now level with the king's ass, which rammed back into his face every
time the old dwarf pulled out of Bolof's hungry ass.  The king's chunky ass
cheeks spread as he thrust his hips back, giving Kirth access to his royal
hole.  The three of them built up to a sexual frenzy, with Bolof sucking
down Kirth as his father fucked him from behind, and Kirth tonguing the
King's sweet hole.  Soon both dwarfs were cumming hard.  Bolof was shooting
his load on Kirth's chest while the King's semen started to leak out of his
ass hole.

But like a true dwarf, the king was ready for more, even after ejaculating
twice.  "Your tongue has made my ass hungry for cock.  I am curious to know
how good man-cock feels in my ass."  With that he pulled out of Bolof, who
rolled off Kirth.  The king positioned himself over the engorged dick of
the barbarian.  He grabbed each ass cheek with a hand and spread himself
wide as he lowered his eager hole onto the cock.  "Oh, yes, that is good,
oh uhhh...." groaned the king.  He pulled up until the head was at the
sphincter and plunged down again, moaning as the length of the cock slid
back into his hungry butt hole.  The king stated to work his hole hard up
and down the barbarian's 10 inches.  His cock was hard again and sticking
out from under his hairy belly.

Bolof got up and then squatted over Kirth's face.  "You like the taste of
dwarf ass, human?"

"Yes, let me feast upon your hole!" replied Kirth.  Bolof sat down on
Kirth's face, and the barbarian began to eat out the dwarf's cum-filled
hole.  The two dwarfs faced each other as both their holes where serviced
by the barbarian.  Bolof reached forward and pulled his father's nipple
rings.  After riding the human cock long and hard, the king pulled himself
off with a groan.  He then bent himself over a table and spread his legs
wide.  Bolof got off Kirth's face, allowing the barbarian to get up on his
knees behind the king and stick his cock back inside the waiting anus.
Bolof then stood behind Kirth, removed the dildo that was still hanging
half out, and worked his dick into the human.  All three of them started to
buck their hips and moan.

"Yes, fuck me.  Fuck my regal shitter, human!"  Kirth eagerly complied,
thrusting and groaning as his dick and ass were pleasured at once.  The
king was first to cum, and his ass hole clenched with his every convulsion.
This sent Kirth over the edge, whose own anal spasms sucked the cum out of
Bolof.  All three collapsed the beside the table in a pool of sweat and
cum.

After all had washed themselves clean from the orgy, the dwarfs again
gathered in the great hall.  The king took his place on his thrown and
bellowed over the awaiting crowd, "Fellow dwarfs, today you have proven
your strength and endurance in sex, but tomorrow you must prove yourself in
battle, for we march on the orc citadel.  They have grieved us and taken
many of our best dwarfs, but we shall repay them in kind!"  The dwarfs
shouted their approval.  Kirth too yearned for battle; just as his loins
lusted for male flesh, his muscles ached for war, and he roared at the top
of his lungs.

* * *

Markus awoke with a groan.  He shivered with cold, and it was a few moments
before he realized he was naked, gagged, and chained to a table.  He
struggled with what strength he had left, but his bonds held firm.

"So you've finally awoken."  Markus jerked with fright, and every hair on
his rather furry body stood on end.  In the perfect dark, he had not
realized he wasn't alone.

Forgetting the gag, Markus tried to say, "Who are you?  Where am I?" but
only mumbled.

Markus heard heavy footsteps approach.  "I'm the guard, but don't worry,
Princess, I won't hurt you yet.  When the Master comes, he'll decide what
to do with you."  There was a pause and then, "My, you are a pretty one."
Markus felt a caress on his bared hairy buttocks.  "I can see why the boys
would have fun with you."

Just then a door opened and a weak light seeped into the room.  Markus
craned his head back to look at his captor.  The guard was a tall half-orc
with strapping muscles.  Unlike his comrades, he wore a simple tunic with a
belt and a proper sword.  The skirt of the tunic was short, and the guard
wore no under garments so that Markus could see the end of his dick hanging
between his large thighs.  An exceptionally fat orc walked into the room,
momentarily blocking the light.  When he emerged, Markus could see he was
clothed in lavish furs, and around his neck were chains of bones and teeth.
The guard made a low bow, and two immediately started to converse in
orcish.  Markus could guess what was coming next, as the orc, undoubtedly
the Master, started to eye him with lust.

"Be prepared human," said the guard.  "The Master wants to have his way
with you."  He was still tired and sore from the working over he had
received from the other orcs, yet already he could feel his cock stirring
in anticipation.  The Master moved up behind Markus and lifted his fur
robe.  His stout knobby cock sprang out, looking like a lumpy pickle.  He
wasted no time in working it into Markus's ass hole.  Markus gave a muffled
yell as each lump passed his sphincter.  He groaned as the whole cock slid
in, putting wonderful pressure on his insides.  The Master began to fuck
him in earnest, groaning and swearing in orcish.  The guard laughed.  "The
Master says you have an amazing cunt.  He might just keep you around,
instead of sending you to Mordax."  The guard then sat down in front of
Markus and threw his legs up, so Markus could see the guard's entire nether
region, cock, balls, and fuck hole all lined up.  The guard stuck his
fingers in his mouth and then reached down and played with his own ass
hole.  He pumped his cock with the other hand while he fingered his hole.
The sensations in his ass, combined with the display of man sex before his
eyes soon had Markus cumming again.

Just as Markus felt his body convulse and relax with pleasure.  He heard
shouts and ringing steel coming from outside.  The Master pulled out
abruptly, making Markus yell.  The guard also got to his feet.  They were
running out the door in the next instant, and Markus was left alone to
recuperate.

After what seemed like ages of waiting anxiously in the dark for something
to happen, a dwarf burst into the room.  "Look! There is a human here!" he
shouted.  Soon more dwarfs entered the room, followed by a large human with
chiseled muscles.  In no time he was ungagged and unfettered.

"Thank you, my rescuers!" shouted Markus.  "Oh, but some of you are hurt."
His eyes fell on the barbarian.  Beneath his massive pecs, his stomach had
received a deep gash, and the hulking man pressed against his wound with
one hand.  "I am a priest; let me help."  At first the barbarian backed
away, unsure of what the priest intended, but then he allowed Markus to
approach and gently kiss him on the lips.  The two men stood frozen for a
moment, holding each other's thick bodies.  The magic flowed out of the
cleric and into the warrior, divine power mending torn flesh and blood
vessels.  When the cleric broke away, the wound was completely healed.

"Thank you, priest," said the barbarian looking down at his again perfect
abdominals.  "I am Kirth, and I am in your debt."

Markus laughed at his good fortune.  "I am Markus," he replied, "and you
are just the man I've been looking for!"

End chapter two.
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