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Green Bottoms, Green Tops 2

For Aruk

By Draconicon

It might have been the residual effects of the aphrodisiacs talking, but Aruk couldn't believe how good it had felt to be fucked by Bolar the night before. The whole feeling of being utterly dominated, the way that it had just reached into the heart of the orc and made him feel...

Well, he didn't know how to describe how it made him feel. He just knew that it felt good, and he wanted it again.

He worked in construction, and for a while, that was good enough to keep him distracted from what his dick and his ass wanted, but as the day wore on, he knew that there was no point in just denying it. He'd need to head back to Dirtier by the Dozen and see if he could find Bolar again. The other orc had been that good.

When quitting time came, he was the first person off the lot, onto the bus, and heading downtown. He squirmed in his seat, almost embarrassed about how eager he was. There hadn't been another dom that had hit him like this before, and he hadn't thought that Bolar had done so much to him as this. Yet, at the same time, there was no denying just how much he needed to be used again, and how badly he wanted to be under the other orc's thumb. It wasn't like he needed to be owned or anything like that, but every time that he thought about those fingers, about the teeth on his nipples, about the way that he had been put through the wringer...

Well, there was every reason for him to have a boner on the bus, even if his tight shorts and hard cock got a few looks from some of the other passengers.

The bus stopped about two blocks from the club, and he got off with a couple other guys that were apparently heading the same way. The collars and leashes that they had should have clued him in, but before they could start giving him the contemplative side-eye, he held up his wrist. The same blue wristband was there, and they immediately lost interest.

After all, how many people wanted an orc sub?

He shook his head, putting the slight sting of the sudden disdain out of his head as he walked down the block. His tight pants felt tighter, clinging to the muscles in his thighs and along his ass as he made his way to the club. More than one man spotted him and started to do the same thing that the foxes with collars had, but all it took was one flash of the wristband to dissuade them.

Maybe he should keep that on all the time. Might keep all the subs from getting the wrong message.

Eventually, he reached the fetish club. Dirtier by the Dozen was already busy, already showing just how loud and messy it was going to get for the night. Bears, bulls, and more were in line, the big guys, the doms that were going to run the place when the subs started showing up later in the evening. If Aruk hadn't had his heart set on Bolar again, he would have been encouraged to see such a showing. As it was, he was mostly hoping that he wouldn't have to settle.

Step by step, he made his way to the front of the line, and the same orc bouncer as he'd met the day before looked at him as he walked up. Aruk lifted his wrist, showing off the blue band.

"Same one as yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah. Go on in."

"Thanks."

"Still don't think you're doing it right..."

"Well, I am what I am."

Aruk shrugged, stepping through the door and into the grunting, thumping club. The walls were already being used extensively for bondage sluts, and he could see that most of them were hanging happily, showing off asses or dicks as their doms wanted, and some were even strung up to the point of being on the verge of passing out.

That wasn't what he was here for, though. He was interested in Bolar, and that orc shouldn't be too hard to find.

This is nuts, you know that, right? he thought to himself as he walked through the club. He avoided the middle of the floor, keeping to the edges as he peered into booth after booth from a distance. He's just one dom. It's not going to be magically amazing just because it's him. And it's not a good idea to obsess over one guy.

Oh, he knew that. He wasn't that sort of sub, the kind that would get hung up on having a 'master' or an 'owner'. These were supposed to be one-night stands, the sort of thing that got him off and then let him think clearly again for the next few days before he needed another dose of humiliation and submission.

However, there was something about this guy...

Eventually, he spotted the black-haired orc. Bolar was leaning against the bar on the far side of the club, holding onto the beard of a human that was serving him a drink. There was something being said, but the tusked face was just a picture of confidence, smirking slightly before letting go. The human blushed, probably rushing off to do what he was told.

Aruk, on the other hand, just stared, and he found himself suddenly shy. Not sure why, either. It was something about the fact that the other orc was still so confident, he supposed, and maybe...well, no, that was impossible.

He shook his head, forcing himself to take the first couple steps away from the booths he stood beside and walked towards the bar.

Bolar turned as he approached, leaning back and smiling up at him. The shorter orc wore the same leather harness as the day before, as well as the tight leather pants that barely hid the bulge that he had. Aruk remembered fondling that the day before, remembered how he had been rendered something of a mewling mess. He wasn't going to let that happen again that easily. At least, he hoped not.

He smiled, nodding at the other orc.

"This seat taken?"

"Not at all. Sit."

There was a subtle note of command there, one that hit him and made him want to take a seat right then and there. He did, of course. He'd asked to do it, so why not? He wasn't just...obeying. As he got comfortable, Bolar turned in his seat, taking a beer from behind the bar and popping it open.

"So, back for more?" the other orc asked.

"Well...maybe."

"Maybe, huh?"

"...Okay, I'm here for more."

"That's better."

Bolar took a long drink from the beer before putting the bottle down. He shifted it off to the side, looking at him. The red-haired orc wanted to say that it wasn't intimidating, but there was something about the way that the black-haired dom looked at him, even though Bolar was the shorter of the two of them, that made him feel utterly cut down to size. There was a smirking, not-quite-sneering confidence that demanded obedience, and he had a hard time not giving in to that.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced around the club again. There were people as big as him, if not bigger, being held down and used. There were orcas being shoved up against the wall at the far end of the club, elephants that had their cocks tied down and staked to the ground, and horses that had their asses split wide on dildos. There was no reason for him to be embarrassed about being the sub here, and yet he was.

Before he could say anything, Bolar reached over and grabbed him by the balls through his pants. He hissed at the grip, feeling it tighten just enough to make movement a very bad idea.

"You remember what you called me yesterday?" Bolar asked.

"Yes...I called you - mmph - sir."

"That's right. Now. Are you going to call me that again tonight? Or are we going further?"

Truth to tell, he hadn't thought that far ahead. With the way that everything was going, all he knew was that he wanted more, more of that pleasure, more of that intense fun that he had been getting from the orc the night before. Titles hadn't mattered that much, but this time...

Another squeeze, gentle, but prompting with pressure. He groaned.

"Let's...let's keep it to 'sir' tonight."

"Fine. But just so you know, people only get three. You want a fourth, you know what you'll have to call me."

"..."

"Come on. Stand up."

Aruk did as he was told, feeling Bolar's big green hand wandering along his hips, and then along to the back of his pants. He felt like some slab of meat on display...and it felt good.

He groaned as those fingers found the back of his waistband, pulling down on them just enough to show off a hint of his crack. A glob of spit followed, wet and slimy, and it was ground down between his cheeks by one firm finger. It reached all the way down to his pucker before -

Squelch.

Aruk hissed, going up on the tiptoes of his work boots. The feeling of that one finger was big and thick enough to have him gasping already, his eyes going wide at the sudden stretch that came from behind. The serious heat that followed, the way that his hole burned a little bit from being entered so suddenly, without warning, was an ache that he wasn't ready for...and a sign of authority that he didn't dare question.

Bolar groaned as he got to his feet, pushing the bottle towards the bartender. As the human carried it away, his Sir stood beside him, rubbing his finger deeper. Not hard, not painfully, but with the sort of firmness that meant that it was going all the way in whether he was ready for it or not. He was thankful for the spit, and from the experience last night that had loosened him up to take it.

"Mmmph..."

"You like it."

There wasn't an accusation or a question there, merely a statement of fact. A reminder that he needed to be ready for this sort of thing. Or was it merely a statement that he needed to be ready for this, since Bolar knew what he wanted better than he did?

Either way, it didn't slow them down as he was marched from the main room to one of the VIP rooms that were off to the side. They left the thudding music of the main room of the club for the side chambers, and he groaned as that finger managed to press and curl just right to hit his prostate again and again. A short trip down a hallway and a left-turn later, they were alone, and he was hard and throbbing.

"Mmmph...are we doing this alone today...sir?"

"Are you saying that you would prefer an audience, boy?"

And there it was. The same word that had sent him down the spiral just the night before. He shivered despite himself as he was pushed through the doorway into the private room, the finger popping free before Bolar's hand slid out of his pants. Even that little bit of emptiness was enough to leave him craving more, and he groaned as he stumbled over to the rounded red couch that took up most of the middle of the room.

"I asked you a question, boy. Did you prefer an audience?"

"I...it wasn't bad."

"That wasn't what I asked. Get those pants off before you rip through 'em."

That was easy enough to do. He grabbed the button and pulled it open, and then the zipper went down, partially with the help of his bulge. He groaned under his breath as he kicked off his boots, leaving him in his socks as he pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock swung up -

Flick.

Only for Bolar to push it back down, holding his hand over the head and keeping it pointed down. Aruk groaned again, his fingers curling into fists at the sudden tension in his dick, feeling like there was a steel rod down the middle that was being forced down, forced to bend for the other male.

"Let's get something straight, boy. When I ask you something, you answer. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?"

"Mmmph...I understand, sir."

"Do you? Then take everything off. Right now."

"Yes, sir."

Aruk did as he was told, alright. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it down on his pants and underwear, socks following after. He groaned as he was completely exposed, but there was no shame, no sudden pause. He just sat there, his cock going back to being pinned as soon as he was no longer flailing around.

"Better, boy. Now...tell your Sir. Do you want an audience?"

That hand was slowly grinding against the head of his cock, rubbing him, teasing him. He groaned under his breath as he was edged slowly, his shaft rising up a bit and then getting more discomfort for trying to get hard under that hand. Aruk nodded.

"I didn't hear anything there, boy."

"I want...an audience, Sir."

"Why?"

"I want them...to see me..."

"See you hard? Dripping? Needy?"

He groaned under his breath, nodding. The sheer arousal was almost unbearable at that point. He didn't even know what he wanted, if he was honest. He just knew that he needed something.

Bolar smirked.

"That's what I thought. Alright, boy. You'll learn tonight. And if you do good, then I'll show you off tomorrow."

"Mmmph...thank you, Sir."

The smaller orc sat beside him, pulling something from his belt. It was like a hip flask, except that it was a bit too small to be that. Bolar offered it to him.

"Drink."

"What is it, Sir?"

"Did I say you could ask questions, boy?"

"...No, Sir."

"Good. Drink."

He took the hip flask and did as he was told, tipping it up and back and swallowing the whole thing at once. He groaned as he felt it dripping down his throat, the same odd taste that he had gotten from Bolar's mouth the day before. For a second, he wondered if it was just taking a weird, perverted sip of the other man's spit.

Then it hit him. Hot, hard, needy. He groaned as he felt like a fire had been lit inside him, spreading from his head to his toes and back again. His cock, already stiff and needy, jerked upwards, throbbing and dripping down its length. He arched his back against the couch, groaning as his fingers curled into claw-shapes as he gripped the cushions.

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

"Heh, go on and moan, boy. Nobody can see ya. But they're sure as hell hear ya."

That was the embarrassing part. Moaning, groaning like a little bitch. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep the sounds inside, but they kept coming loose. Bit by bit, more of the moans came free, filling the air and then spreading through the room. He could hear himself, gasping, whimpering, groaning. His hole started to clench between his muscular cheeks, and he could feel the tightness, the emptiness, the feeling of need that was growing with it.

And his cock throbbed, too, bouncing, twitching like he'd been getting sucked all day long, like he'd been teased and left on edge for that whole time. Pre-cum ran down along the sides, dripping down to his balls before falling to the floor.

"What...fuck...fuck..."

"A little helper, boy. You'll get that and more when you're with me. A little thing to whet the appetite, and let ya forget that shame of yours."

"Shame?" he panted.

"Ain't nothing wrong with being an orc sub, boy. And tonight, you'll take lesson two. Get that mouth over here."

And just like that, he was getting pulled by his beard, dragged down until his head was in Bolar's lap, his lips right up against that leather-wrapped bulge. He had his face ground against it, his cheeks rubbed back and forth along it. This way, that, up, down, making him take the taste and smell of leather and cock through it.

And all through the teasing, he had that big green hand on his ass again, fingers curling and rubbing against his taint, against his pucker, against the space between. He shivered as he felt one finger diving in, rubbing at his hole.

"Ya want it, boy. I can feel that puckering."

"Mmmph..."

"Say it, boy. Say what ya want."

"I want...I want your cock..."

"And?"

"And I want...I want to be filled again."

"That's what I thought."

Bolar's free hand came around, grabbing his zipper and slowly pulling it down. The big green dick on the other side of the leather popped free. Not quite his cock's size, not quite as big as him, but all the more intimidating and powerful for the aura of authority that was coming off its wielder. It throbbed, bouncing up and down before his eyes, telling him what he needed to do without saying it out loud.

Suck.

He shivered, the feeling only getting worse as he felt that hand move from his ass cheeks back down to his cock. Fingers rubbed around the head of his cock, and he realized that Bolar was collecting his pre-cum as lube. Thick, heavy, and wet, it would be enough to get a finger inside, but no more. He groaned, trying to shuffle -

"No."

The single word froze him in place, keeping him from pulling back as the first finger found his hole again. One little push, slippery with pre-cum, and in it went. The soft 'squelch' of entry was enough to make his cock throb again.

"Boy, you're staying right here until I say you're done. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. You know what to do, boy."

Aruk was somewhat ashamed to admit that he did, and the fact that he did made it all the more embarrassing as he leaned down and started to suck on that thick shaft before him. Hard, wet, and twitching, it was already eager for his mouth, and as much as he didn't want to be that easy, he was eager for it. He parted his lips and allowed the shaft inside, tasting the thick, warm flavor of a hot cock in his mouth.

As soon as he bobbed his head down, that finger started curling in his ass again, rubbing his prostate. His cock jumped, slapping his belly, and whatever that he'd been fed through that hip flask was still burning through him. He was so sensitive, so hot, so eager that he barely cared that he was being humiliated by doing it this way. All that mattered was that he get more of what he needed. Cock? Pre-cum? That filling feeling? All that mattered was that he get more.

He groaned as he started bobbing his head, gradually taking more of the shaft. It was thicker than he was used to sucking, and a good bit harder to take than the few toys that he had practiced on, but he kept doing his best. A little here, a little there, and it started going further down his throat. Up, down, up, down, the taste and smell of orc musk getting stronger and stronger.

But the feeling of that thick finger in his ass, the way that it pushed in and out, in and out. He started to roll his hips back to meet it, and Bolar chuckled.

"There you go, boy. You know what you want. Deep down inside, you know what you need."

"Mmmph..."

"Do it again."

He pushed back again, grinding his hole down on that finger. He slid forward, feeling it sliding out of his ass, and the sensation of emptiness that followed was almost unbearable. Forward, back, forward, back, forward, back. Each time he felt the finger spreading his inner walls, he imagined it was something bigger, something firmer and more substantial than just that finger. He -

"Mmmph!"

And then it was. A second finger pushed in, enough to make him feel the friction burn again. No pain, but just that reminder of how much he needed it that he was willing to take something like this. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back, and he started to really fuck himself on the two digits.

As he did, he felt Bolar's other hand on his head again, slowly pushing him down. The hot smell of leather and cock together was enough to keep his head spinning, a reminder that he was getting used, a reminder that he was on the bottom. Naked in front of the Sir. Naked in front of the other orc.

Naked and used.

Naked and hot.

Naked and so horny.

He moaned as he fucked himself, fucking his face on that thick shaft as he fucked his ass on Bolar's fingers. Shame was fading, replaced by the pure urge to get off, to cum, to be used. The rutting heat was making his cock slimy and wet at the tip, constantly leaving marks on his belly or on the couch as it pulsed and twitched. So much was dripping from him, and he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to cum, and he whimpered, trying to reach back -

"No, boy. Not yet."

Bolar grabbed his hand, holding it to the couch. Aruk groaned, and if he hadn't been as needy and as deep into the submissive mindset as he was, he might have fought it. As it was, he would do anything to get what he needed, so he kept thrusting forward, back, forward, back. The gluk-gluk sound of that cock popping into his throat over and over again started to take over from the squelching sound behind him.

If he'd been more aware of things, he would have blushed in shame. The sounds he was making, the moans, the wet swallows, everything, were the sounds of a slut. They were loud, loud enough that people could have heard them outside the door, caught him out acting so desperate and needy.

And he would have loved it.

As it was, he was barely aware of just how loud he was being. All that he knew was that he was sliding further and further down into a place where he just couldn't think of anything but obeying. A subspace. An obedient place.

He was just getting used to a third finger in his ass when they all slipped out at once. He gasped, almost gagging himself as he swallowed around the shaft at the same time. Bolar pulled his head back, allowing him the chance to catch his breath, but all that Aruk could think about was the lack of pressure in his ass.

"Mmph...why..."

"Because we're not done yet, boy."

"Mmmph...I need...I need..."

"You'll get what you need, boy. Come here."

And just like that, they were standing. They walked, Aruk's head spinning, his cock slimy, his hole...was his hole wet? He felt wet, felt like he'd already been fucked as a matter of fact. It felt like he had been filled to the brim with seed, that he was oozing it out. But that was impossible. No cock had been up there, no lube but spit and his own pre-cum. Why did it feel so weird back there?

His head still spinning like a top, he almost didn't notice when they came to a stop. He rolled his head one way and then the other, needing Bolar to steady him as he was made to look down it.

There was a chair in front of them, a big, sturdy one with a hole in the middle of the seat. In the middle of that hole stood a dildo, one that was exactly the size and shape of Bolar's cock, and it was more than big enough to be good enough to fill him again. He stared at it, though, unable to comprehend quite what he was supposed to do until Bolar slapped his ass.

"Sit."

Nodding, he walked to the chair and straddled it. Gripping the toy, he realized that it had been pre-lubed, drenched in the stuff as a matter of fact. He sat back against it, rubbing his hole against the tip. Feeling that stiffness was different to feeling warm fingers, but its size was a welcome relief. Big, hefty, right...

"Sir...you want me to..."

"You'll sit on that, boy. And then, I'll ride you."

The idea of having his ass filled and his cock teased at the same time was more than enough of a temptation for him. Aruk slowly pushed back, feeling the stiff head of the dildo rubbing his hole for a moment, pushing it in. His body resisted for a second, then two, and then finally gave in.

Pop!

And then it was in. He moaned at the feeling of his hole being stretched out again, pulled apart in a way that the fingers hadn't quite managed. He could feel the tension, the heat that was barely being handled by the lube, and he moaned as he went all the way down to the base, feeling it pushing him open in his depths. The fingers hadn't reached that far, but the toy did. Oh, it reached very far indeed.

As he sat down, his hole spread around the base of the shaft, Bolar sat in his lap. The feeling of the big guy over him, black mutton chaps pulled up in a grin, was enough to keep him in his place. His cock might be permitted to go into someone else, but that didn't mean that he was in charge. No, he was just a filled-up dildo, and that was it.

He groaned as he thought of that comparison, his cock throbbing all the harder, and Bolar nodded in approval.

"That's it, boy. Just embrace it."

And with that, that green ass pushed down against his cock. It was warm, sweaty, just lubed enough for its own pleasures. Bolar must have taken his chaps off while they walked to the chair or something, because there'd been no slowing down. Aruk felt the heat of something more than just orc flesh against the head of his cock, something that flexed against him, and then -

Squelch.

Just like that, he was buried deep inside of the other male. He gasped, his eyes going wide as Bolar groaned under his breath as well. The heat of a cock against his belly, one that didn't belong to him, made Aruk groan again. He wanted to do more, but he knew what was required. He was to sit still, be a good dildo, and just hold back from cumming for as long as he possibly could.

And that, he realized, was going to be difficult. The first time that Bolar moved, Aruk could feel the sheer tightness of the other orc's hole, and worse, he could feel how close he was to the edge. His eyes went wide, his breath coming faster, only for Bolar to look down at him.

"Not until I cum, boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Hold it, boy."

Nodding, he did his best to focus on something other than the heat around his cock, the silky walls, the warmth that was milking him with every movement. Unfortunately, the only other thing to focus on was what was in his ass.

The thick rod was bad enough when he was sitting still, so pleasurable to feel inside of him to the point where he almost wanted to keep it as a butt plug. But then Bolar slammed down on his cock, and the impact jostled him, grinding him around on the shaft and making him feel it all the way into his body. He moaned out loud at that sensation, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Heh...go on, then, boy...moan for everyone to hear..."

"Nnngh!"

And the thought of being seen added onto that. That wasn't far. It wasn't fair in the slightest, and it was dragging him further and further down, further and further into that needy headspace.

Bolar was picking up speed, riding him harder, faster. Other people would have used his shoulders for leverage and support, but not this orc. Instead, he reached down, grabbing Aruk by the nipples, twisting, pulling, teasing them. Each tug only made it that much harder to keep from blowing his load, his nostrils flaring as he huffed and puffed in a desperate attempt to keep it all in, to keep from giving in.

Up, down, up, down, constantly stroking his cock and edging it with that tight hole, tighter than it should be with all the experience that it seemed to have. Aruk gritted his teeth, tilting his head back, trying to focus on -

Nipples being pulled, dragged back, then pinched and twisted. Pain, pleasure, mixing together in tightness and heat. Nnngh.

Big fat dildo in his ass, pushing in, holding him down, giving him a stretch. Heat, pleasure, warmth, friction, slick lube. More and more and more, throbbing against his prostate, making his cock dance.

That ass.

That tight ass.

"Mmmph...ah...ah...Mmmph...Nnngh...AH...ah!"

"Hehe...Such a...talkative...boy..."

He couldn't even beg. All he could do was grunt, and that he did in spades. Each slamming bounce Bolar hit him with took his cock up to the hilt, and more than that, slammed him back against the toy in his ass. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Could only moan from the tightness around his cock and the need to cum.

And then, suddenly, something hot sprayed against his belly. Bolar grunted, hissed, and - after Aruk stared at him desperately - nodded.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

With a roar, the red-haired orc came, and he came harder than he had for some time. Splurt, splat, splurt went his cock, shooting deep inside of the other male, blasting into the depths, his balls feeling like they were weighted down by anvils with the sheer amount of seed that was struggling to come up and shoot out. More, more, and more kept going, blasting into that hole.

Bolar pulled back at the end of it, but he was still shooting, even as his head lolled back. He almost passed out from how long his orgasm went on for, and he definitely couldn't walk when it was done. Bolar chuckled, helping him up, lifting him off the toy with a soft slurp that followed him up.

"Good boy...but that's two. One more freebie, and then? Well, you'll know what you have to call me, boy."

Aruk nodded as he was helped into his clothes and passed out to one of the club workers, a taxi being called for him already. He wanted to stick around, but before he could say that, he passed out.

The End

Summary: Aruk comes back to the fetish club for more fun, and finds out that Bolar is waiting for him, eager to take him further.

Tags: M/M, edging, oral, blowjob, anal, fingering, dildo, dom/sub, domination/submission, orc, orc sub, orc dom, fetish club, club, exhibitionism, leather, orgasm, cum, nipple play,