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Green Subs, Green Doms

Part 1

For aruk

By Draconicon

Waking up in someone else's bed was a rare but not unknown experience. Aruk had enjoyed the company of a number of people over his years, but the orc had rarely gone home with them, usually having his fun in a car or a motel. This...this was a rather different feeling, particularly as -

"Nnngh..."

The soft squelch of two fingers sliding in again broke his thoughts, and the soft jangle-jangle of the tag hanging from his collar reminded him of what he'd become. Not just an orc, but an orc pet. A slut. A belonging. He shivered at the pleasurable thought, his hole clenching ever so slightly. Not much after the hammering that it had taken over the night, but still enough for Bolar - Master Bolar - to feel it on his fingers, he was sure.

Whether the other orc felt it or not, the fingering continued, going deep and then pulling out slowly, fingers hooked and curled to drag right along his prostate. His hole felt like it was a slimy, wet mess, and his cock felt like it was going to be shooting blanks for weeks. Whether that was true or not, he didn't know, but he felt drained for the first time in a long time, all due to the efforts of his new master.

"Ah...ah..."

He struggled to do more than gasp for breath as he was pinned in place, those fingers working him hard, keeping him stiff, even if his cock had long since gone dry. He didn't know up from down, but he knew where the pleasure came from, and even as drained as he was, he pushed back for more. He shivered every time that the pair of fingers opened him up, sighing happily as they pulled out, and then groaning as they went back in.

Finally, they pulled out one last time, and his cock slowly started sagging as the prostate stimulation came to an end. He slumped forward slightly, arms and legs shaking as he remained on all fours on the bed.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"That's good, Aruk. Very good."

"Mmmph...thank you..."

"But we're not done yet."

"Mmmph?"

"Come."

Master Bolar snapped his fingers, gesturing to the floor. Aruk stumbled, then rolled, then flat-out fell to the ground from pure exhaustion. His body had been wracked with pleasure through the night, and even orc stamina was tested after that long in bed. He shivered, his cock swinging down between his legs, hanging low and soft for the first time in hours.

He stared up at his master, at the shorter orc that had dominated him so completely. He saw that soft body hair, the gentle green skin, the shine of sweat, and most importantly, he saw that cock.

It throbbed right in front of his face, and he moaned as he leaned in, savoring the soft musk around the head, the heady scent of male. He opened his mouth, sucking it down his throat, feeling the way that it opened him up that way, too.

"Hehe, you're a good orc. A very good orc. You know what you want, and you know who can give it to you."

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, you know who your master is."

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

He moaned as he sucked, gently pulling it further and further down his throat, enjoying the feeling of that thick cock opening his neck up. It went down further, further, further, until his lips were planted against the base of the other orc's cock. It was so thick, so large, that it felt like he was deepthroating something far more bestial, but did it matter? Not in that moment. All that mattered was serving the big orc over him.

He bobbed his head forward and back as Master Bolar stuck his fingers through his mohawk. There was little pulling, only a gentle guidance forward, back, forward, back, keeping him at the right pace for the more dominant man. He moaned as he slobbered over the shaft, taking it all the way into his throat and then swallowing again, sucking pre-cum from it, dragging more from it.

He swallowed hard, pulling as much of the shaft into his throat as he could, knowing for a fact how his throat muscles made his master feel. He swallowed again, and again, each time feeling the slippery head swelling a bit and then going down again as he got another reward of further pre-cum. The more he sucked, the wetter that his asshole felt, almost like he was getting wet, going into some kind of heat just from that big cock in his throat.

He barely noticed when his master pulled back, only panting hard as he looked up at the muscular orc. Mouth hanging open, Aruk stared past that shaft, shaking his head.

"What...why'd you stop, Master?" he managed to ask.

"Because we have things to do."

"Really?"

"Yes. Very...public things."

"Oh...oh..."

Aruk felt the excited shivers that had dominated his body starting again, the little pleasurable feeling of the tingles running down his spine in anticipation coming back again. He had no idea what they were going to do today, but that was all the better. It meant that he could be caught by surprise, and that, in turn, meant that Master Bolar would be able to push him all the harder. He couldn't brace himself for it; he just had to go along with it.

Bowing his head in agreement, he allowed himself to be lifted up, sat on the bed. His balls were fondled and his cock teased, but it refused to get hard in that moment. Master Bolar chuckled.

"Seems we found your limits. This time."

"Sorry, master."

"You'll get better."

Master Bolar reached beneath the bed, fumbling around until he found something. It turned out to be a thick iron ring, something that was bigger than a standard anthro or human could wear, but something that was fitted just right for an orc cock. He blushed slightly as it came down, running the cool steel along his shaft, and then around his balls. The soft pulling and tugging down there was just a little uncomfortable - just because it was his balls, really - but then it was done.

"Stand."

He did, looking down at the ring and the way that it forced his balls forward. Well, what was left of them. They'd been drained badly overnight, and he doubted that they'd reach their old size again for a while.

"Bend over."

He did as he was told again, and this time, it was...weird. Aruk had gotten used to the feeling of his asshole being wet some time back, even though it wasn't something that was at all normal. It felt like some kind of slick was running down from his pucker, which wasn't right for the average male.

At the same time, he rather liked the way that it made him feel special, like some kind of super-slut. Slut. Slut. Slut.

The word popped into his head again and again, and he didn't know if that was from Bolar teaching him how to be a slut or something else. He didn't think that it really mattered, either.

The weird thing came from the sensation of something large and rubbery rubbing up between his ass cheeks. It felt like a toy, no, a butt plug, and it was grinding right into his slick-soaked flesh. He grunted as it pressed up against his pucker, almost like it was trying to stimulate him rather than just sliding in, and he got wetter. The plug got rubbed back and forth along his rim and between the cheeks, soaking up whatever it touched, and then -

"Mmmph..."

The pressure right on his hole was just as intense as he expected it to be, and he groaned as it slowly started bending inwards. He huffed, puffed, and shivered as he realized just how big it was. Not just two fingers wide, or three, but almost as wide as four fingers at once, pushing his asshole to stretch more than he was used to. Aruk gritted his teeth, his fangs pushing up and past his lips, his fingers curling into a deathgrip around his ankles.

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

"That's it. Just a little more."

"Mmmph..."

"It's almost there."

"Nnnngh..."

It was almost there, he knew that much. It couldn't get much wider without damaging him, and Master Bolar wouldn't take this that far, he was all but sure. At the same time, it was more than a little worrying when he could feel his hole stretching so far out, and he huffed, puffed, and panted as it pushed in that little bit deeper. He didn't quite grit his teeth at the friction, as all the slick took away the pain that he would have felt from it, but the pressure, and the pleasure, kept climbing right up until -

POP!

The plug slid in, and he groaned, his cock popping back up ever so slightly at the pressure on his prostate. He almost fell over, his eyes locked on his toes, his head spinning from all the pleasure that he was going through.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That'll do. Get dressed."

"Mmmph...where...are we...going?" he asked, struggling to speak.

"The gym."

Gym. Gym, around other men. Around other guys. Around people that would see him sweating. Around people that might see him popping a boner. That wasn't that bad. Could be worse.

Could be more interesting, too. Probably would be.

His mind was racing as much as one so flooded with pleasure chemicals and hormones could, barely holding onto what it was supposed to be doing. He slid a pair of boxer-briefs, a tank top, and a pair of black shorts, as well as a pair of sandals. The plug slid in that little bit deeper, and that slight motion was more than enough to grind on his prostate again.

"Mmmph..."

"Get used to that."

"I'll try, Master."

"Come on. I want to see just how much my orc can do. You look strong, but you broke quickly. Let's see if you're as good as you look."

#

They reached the gym, and since they had changed at home, it was easy to head in with just the clothes on their backs. Aruk was waved through to the weights, while Bolar stayed in the lobby for a moment, having a word with the clerk at the desk. The bigger orc was curious, but only for a second. He had work to do and...

And he was starting to get slightly more clear-headed. It was nice, honestly, particularly after being so needy for so long. He felt good about getting this sort of work in. No work yesterday plus the distraction of all that...need...had made it hard for him to focus through the previous day. Getting a good work-out would get rid of some of those needs.

He went to the free-weights first, planning to get a warm-up going. As soon as he sat down, he felt the plug slide in that little bit more, and he bit off a groan as it settled in even deeper than usual, making him feel like his Master had slammed in. Huffing through flaring nostrils, he reached for one of the metal weights and settled in.

It was not that hard, really, to keep the exercise going. Even with the plug in and the cock ring on, he didn't feel that aroused. Sure, there was the occasional moment of pleasure that he didn't expect, but it never quite got to him in the same way that his master's fingers did. It was just that happy little buzz back there from time to time, and after that first surprise, he was more ready for it, able to expect it and anticipate it.

He worked through the various parts of the gym, starting with the free-weights, then going to the machines, and then going for a bit of cardio for cooldown. In short order, he'd worked up a sweat that ran across his body and had his tank-top sticking to him with ease. His nipples felt a bit hard, too, and he didn't know if they were showing themselves off the way that they had at the club or not.

He hoped not.

Still, he was feeling better. The way that he had pushed himself, the way that he had gotten a good bit of exercise, did so much to make him feel better about himself. His head felt like it was put on straight, and despite the few odd looks that he got for the collar, nobody said anything. They just looked at him for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and looked away. Nobody cared.

Things were going alright.

"Deadlifts next, boy," Master Bolar said.

"Huh?"

"Deadlifts. I want to see how strong you are."

"Heh, pretty strong. These muscles aren't for show," he said as he kept up his jogging on the treadmill. He flexed his upper body, his shirt stretching out over them.

"Boy, are you ignoring me?"

"...No, Master."

"That's better."

He nodded, blushing a bit as he realized how he was slipping from how he was supposed to treat the other orc. He was getting a better idea of what Master Bolar expected. Even in public, he was supposed to obey an order, not question it.

That was going to take some getting used to, but he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't hard as a rock at the idea.

As soon as they were done on the treadmills, he went back to the weights. The big barbells were already set up, and he decided that it would be fun to show off a little bit. Let Bolar see just how strong an orc he'd caught. He swapped out some of the smaller weights on the bar, attaching a couple of 50-pound weights. Nothing truly terribly heavy, but definitely past what most of the guys in the gym would be deadlifting.

He made sure that the pieces were all locked in properly, then knelt down to take his stance. He clenched at his hole just a bit, making sure that the posture didn't make the plug start shifting. Getting a good grip on the bar, he started to lift -

And then the plug started vibrating.

Aruk's cheeks turned bright red as he felt it, almost swearing that he could hear it as the rubber plug vibrated right against his prostate. His stomach felt like it dropped out from under him, and he could barely breathe through the sudden pleasure that hit him like a ton of bricks. His cock, formerly barely half-hard, started rising in his gym shorts, having just enough room to start sliding up his legs and then moving to the front.

"Ah...ah..."

"Keep going, boy."

The master's command had him shivering hard, biting his lips as he tried to focus all of his attention on the bar between his fingers. He doubted that this was going to be as simple as it had in the past, but he had to try.

As he lifted, he felt the vibrations getting worse, and his cheeks burned all the hotter. The collar felt more obvious, more attention-getting, and he was more aware of the emptiness further in his ass than he had been for the entire trip here. He could feel that lack of something filling him out, that emptiness that craved cock, the twitching down below that made his cock want to be inside something.

He lifted the bar to his middle, past his waist, then to his torso. He held it there as his cock throbbed upwards, threatening to put itself in danger when the damn bar finally went down. Aruk gritted his teeth, trying to power through it, trying not to think about the -

"Ah!"

"Boy. Don't you drop it."

That hadn't been the plan in the slightest, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to do that now. The way that his master told him to hold on, there was no arguing. All he could do was stand there, posing with the metal bar and the weights. His arms could take it, sure, but that didn't mean the rest of him could.

His boner continued rising, pushing at the black fabric of his shorts until there was no missing his erection. The sweating orc stared straight ahead, panting softly, holding the weight for ten seconds...then fifteen...then twenty...

"Down, boy."

And then he could finally put it down. He managed to give it a little forward momentum before bringing it down, making it miss the throbbing boner in his shorts. The sheer weight that he had just relieved himself of was wonderful, but that didn't mean that he was done. Master Bolar walked up behind him, nudging him towards the free-weights again.

"Keep going, boy."

There was no choice in the matter. His mind had already dropped back down to that horny, eager place that the orc had been in for the entire night previous, and he wanted more. He nodded as he sat down on the bench, pulling out a weight and starting to mindlessly curl it. The vibrations surged again, his cock pushing forward finally, nearly pulling the waistband from his waist and definitely revealing a bit of the base of his big green dick.

"You like that, don't ya, boy?" Master Bolar muttered in his ear. "Ya like having everyone staring at you."

"Nnngh..."

"Big dumb meat when you're like this. Just thinking about getting dicked down."

"Nnngh...yes...master..."

"Go on. Keep working out. And, boy?"

"Yes?"

"Keep showing off."

And so he did. He kept showing off everything that he could as he moved from one exercise to another, always moving with purpose, but more often than not moving with his bulge pointed forward and shown off to the entire gym. There was no getting around that, no way for him to not show it off, and the harder he got - both from the plug and the attention - the more that he wanted to show off.

Stiff, hard, needy. That was how he felt, the testosterone pumping through his veins as he exercised. Every new rep hit him in a new way, and he felt that much better about showing off his body in public. Everything just felt so good.

Aruk didn't know how long he showed off on the main floor, but at some point, Master Bolar walked over to him and took him by the shoulder. He turned, looking the shorter orc in the eye, and got a smile for his efforts.

"You're good, boy."

"Thank you."

"Now, come on. Time to shower."

He nodded, following along. Some part of him wanted to ask if that meant a real shower or more fun, but that part was stifled. It was a stupid question, anyway.

They reached the locker room, then the showers. There weren't any new clothes for them to change into, so they just tossed their stuff in a pile by the door. Bolar gave the other men a look, a little reminder not to touch their stuff, and then led Aruk around. Not by the hand, or by the arm, but by the dick. The light touch down there was more than enough to keep him moving, and he growled every so often at the sheer lust that was building up with the cock ring keeping him completely pent-up.

They rounded the corner and stepped into the shower, the butt plug's edges rubbing between the orc's ass cheeks. He growled under his breath, huffing as he felt the slick running down around the plug, the wetness running down along his taint before sliding down his thighs. Was that going to mark the shorts, he wondered? That was a bit of a hot thought, he had to admit, going back through the gym wet-marked like that.

They walked up to the showers, and Bolar pushed him towards the wall. He went, though he turned in the process. He started to bend on instinct, only for his master to stop him.

"Take it out, boy."

"It...the plug?"

"Yes."

There were others in the shower, other men that he had worked out besides before. Some that he recognized, some that he didn't. They were staring at him, their eyes wide at the cock ring and collar, and if he pulled that out...

But Master Bolar had asked for it. There was something so good about obeying the other orc, and he wasn't about to hold back now. Not when he was feeling so good already, not when he knew that it was going to get even better if he kept following orders.

He reached back and gripped the base of the thick plug. If it wasn't for the sheer amount of slick that his hole was leaking, he was pretty sure that he would have injured himself, but as he pulled at the toy, he could feel it pulling at his rim, dragging it down, stretching him all over again. He grunted, huffing and puffing, and he growled as he felt it going further and further down. Just a little bit more, feeling the sheer girth of it, and then -

Pop!

Out it came, and as it slid free, so did a bit more of that slick. He felt like some bitch pulling a toy from her cunt, and that made his ass feel even wetter, even hotter, even emptier. Dropping the plug to the floor, he turned his attention to the wall, feeling some sort of...some sort of confidence filling him as he showed off his ass. He went up on his tiptoes just a bit, showing off a bit of bounce from the muscles, then reached back to slowly pull the cheeks apart. His hole didn't quite gape, but it was so much looser than it had been until a night ago, and even looser than it had been this morning.

It was enough to attract his master's cock, though, which was all he cared about. He groaned as he felt the thick thing slapping between his ass cheeks, rubbing up towards his hole before sliding down again. He moaned out loud, his tusks prodding against his lips as the thick head pressed right against his pucker.

"You like people watching, boy?"

"Mmmph, yes, Master," he muttered.

"You like them seeing you as a slut-orc?"

"Mmmph...yes, master."

"Yeah, boy, you do."

A powerful hand gripped his cock, giving him a few pumps. He thrust forward against it, only to feel his cock throb helplessly, denied the full pleasure that it might have had in the past. All he felt was enough pleasure to stay hard, and that was it. He groaned under his breath in frustration, but didn't fight it.

After all, the pleasure was good. The pleasure was good enough, and he could feel that cock against his pucker getting closer and closer to sliding in. Oh, fuck, that was getting dangerously close to sliding in.

"Better hope that they don't have cameras, boy. They're free to watch...and you're not going to just forget this time."

That hand left his cock, going to his hair, instead. Aruk gasped as his head was yanked back, forced to stare at the wall, to see the other men out of the corner of his eyes. Most were wide-eyed, others smirked, and still others looked down, watching the point where his ass was connected to Master Bolar's cock. The smell of sweat was slowly fading as the hot water was turned on, running over him and washing him down, but the smell of cock was only getting stronger.

Thought just didn't work at that point, and he didn't care. All that mattered to him was getting that dick buried in his asshole, to feel it grinding into him again. He pushed his hips back, controlled by his lusts, controlled by his need -

"NNNGH!"

And then, controlled by Master Bolar's cock. It was buried up to the hilt inside of him in one thrust, those heavy balls bouncing against his, reminding him just how hard he had been fucked last time, and more, reminding him how they were free and his were not.

I won't cum, he realized. I won't cum unless he tells me to.

Not that that bothered him. All that he wanted was to serve, at that point. Embarrassment? Humiliation? His own libido? They were all twisted around to give pleasure to Master Bolar, the big orc giving little fucks for his own pleasure. He had been taken, collared, and he had been pushed right back down into that submissive head-space, and he was eager for more.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went that powerful cock, each time slamming into him so hard that he was rocked forward, almost hitting the shower wall. The feeling of those fingers through his mohawk, the tight grip that they had on him to keep him upright, only made him feel all the more exposed. Deliciously so, just as his master wanted.

In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust pounding in his prostate, keeping his cock as hard as it could get. The ring felt so tight around him down there, keeping his cum down, keeping him from spilling it. Somehow, his balls felt like they were refilling at a rapid rate, sucking up seed from somewhere and then making more. Pre-cum started to drip from his tip, running down in a long silver string towards the shower floor.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath as he was rutted from behind, his slick hole pulling that cock in deep, and he could feel every last inch as it went in. Bolar might be smaller than him in height and in cock length, but that didn't matter in the slightest when it was being used this well. He moaned out loud, shivering as he felt the urge to cum rising, the need to blow his load getting stronger. The feeling of that fat dick in his hole was wonderful, but his swelling balls were sending their own messages to him. They wanted to cum.

But they wouldn't. Not without permission.

In, out, in, out, each thrust pounding in reminded him of his place, where he belonged. Not on top of others, but below the one that collared him. He moaned out loud as he felt that fat cock sliding in and out, forcing his hole open again, keeping it that way, and then sliding back just as quickly.

Aruk started counting the thrusts, even as they changed positions. He was turned around, his back against the wall, his legs in the air as he was fucked. More men had come over, some of them with their cocks in hand. They were staring down at him, and he stared up at them. They were talking, but his heart was pounding in his ears and he had no idea what they were saying.

Besides, it didn't matter. Master Bolar looked down at him, and that stare promised him that everything would be okay.

He felt the first little flow of pre-cum up his ass, the distinctive feel of that slime against his slick, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before the superior orc slammed in and filled him to the brim. He just had to last until then.

They fucked for two hours. Two. Hours. Solid. Aruk hadn't thought that anyone could do that, but Master Bolar kept surprising him.

"Get dressed and get to work, boy."

"Yes, sir..."

He moved in a haze, putting the plug back in and making sure that it was locked in good and tight before making his way through the locker room. He barely remembered to grab his sandals as well as his shirt, underwear, and shorts. Clothes? Work clothes? They were in the car, he realized, something that Master Bolar had brought along. He'd change out there.

The haze lingered over him, and so did the hazy memories of getting fucked as hard as he did. Nobody else had been part of it, save for the occasional cock that had been jerked off close to him, but Master Bolar had made it clear that they weren't going to cum on him or in him, making it very, very apparent to anyone that stepped forward to try that they were welcome to try, if they were willing to take the consequences.

Nobody was willing to take the risk, and he came out unmarked, save for the rather massive creampie that was still lingering in his ass.

There was a feeling of being watched as he walked through the gym. Maybe some of the guys at the machines had been watching him in the shower. Maybe word had spread through the gym that he was a bit of a slut-orc. Maybe it was something else entirely, but he didn't get that look of pure admiration that he usually got in the gym. It was less an appreciative look for his muscles and size, and more of a measuring look of whether someone could get away with something.

Well, without his master's say-so, they weren't getting away with anything.

They reached the parking lot and he slipped into the passenger's seat. The clothes were in the back, and he pulled them forward. Stripping down until his fat green dick flopped over his thigh, he pulled a new pair of boxer briefs on and tucked his cock slightly to the side. The half-hard thing throbbed still, and it didn't take long before the front of his underwear had darkened with pre-cum.

That was going to be a difficult issue to deal with at work, but he knew that he didn't have a choice. He was going to work whether he liked it or not. He pulled his shirt on, not quite hiding the collar, but definitely obscuring the tag just a little bit. As soon as he was comfortable and started pulling his pants back up, he felt another buzz. Not much of one, but enough of a vibration to make him stop in his tracks.

Turning to Master Bolar, Aruk watched as the other orc turned his phone over. It showed an app that was connected to the toy.

"I'll be watching, boy."

"You'll be doing this all day?"

"All day. And keep your phone ready."

"What - what do you have planned, Master?"

"If I told you, boy, it wouldn't be a test."

"..."

"I'll drive ya to work."

The more dominant orc turned the key in the ignition, and they were off. Every so often, Bolar would hit the button on his phone to send another pleasurable buzz through Aruk's ass, and whenever he did, the bigger orc's cock would leap in his pants, throbbing with eagerness for a little bit more pleasure.

At the same time, the cock ring kept him from going anywhere close to orgasm. He knew that he would get it, eventually - the master orc wasn't that cruel - but he also knew that it could be hours until that happened. Even days. Grumbling, he shuffled in his seat, trying to focus on what he'd need to do for the day ahead.

Here's hoping I can get any work done, he thought. After everything that he's put me through so far...

The End

Summary: Aruk is brought back to the edge of desperation by his new master, and is exposed as a bit of a slut at the local gym.

Tags: M/M, orc, various species, series, butt plug, vibrator, remote control, anal, oral, fingering, blowjob, public, locker room, showers, creampie, wet, slick, training, dom/sub, master/slut, orgasm, cum,