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Green Subs, Green Doms

Part 2

For aruk

By Draconicon

Work started normally enough, though it was definitely more...interesting, once his fellow coworkers - most of the other orcs - saw that he had a collar around his neck. Some of the new guys wanted to ask him about it, obviously, but the supervisors stepped in before that could happen. Aruk was glad of that; he had been pushed hard over the last few days, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he did something stupid. The company valued his work on the construction site, and they wanted him to keep going without interruption. It was a fairly cold relationship, but they both knew what the other needed, so it worked out.

The big, red-haired orc made his way up to the upper levels of the building's frame, stepping out onto one of the half-finished room-frames. They were getting the flooring down so that it was safer to work on the walls, connecting the different planks together so that they didn't have a risk of falling in on themselves. All simple, all easy, most of the time.

This wasn't one of those times.

Aruk had barely picked up his materials before the plug up his ass started vibrating, and he hissed under his breath as he felt it hit his prostate hard. His ringed cock jumped up, throbbing and twitching in his work jeans.

Looking around, it was clear that none of the other workers had seen his reaction just yet, but he knew that it was only a matter of time. He had to be careful today. No real risk of falling over - management kept attaching fall-nets to the outside of the structure, moving them out as more jobs got done - but that didn't take away from the tool danger. He'd need to be really focused today compared to -

Another buzz hit him, and he bit his lip as he forced down a moan that wanted to escape from him. The plug was definitely in deep, and the distraction that came from it having a vibration function was definitely more than he was used to. The fantasies that had filled him after a night at the club had been bad enough, but this? This was something completely different, and he didn't know if he'd be able to work while this was going on.

Still, he tried. The orc walked the beams, hammered in planks, and did his best to keep his work on point. He managed to get a few more steel beams in place, as well as one room's worth of flooring, before the vibration hit again. If the others had been hard to ignore, this one was impossible, forcing him to lay down on the steel girder beneath him and hug it to keep from losing control of himself. His cock throbbed hard, pushing out from under him, sliding against the beam and making him feel all the stiffer and harder as a result of it being sandwiched between him and the metal beneath him.

"Ha...ha...ha..."

Aruk could hardly breathe, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his hole clenching down on that plug. It was more than just the vibration now. Something else was seizing control of him, and he could hardly contain himself. The whole...the whole thing was just...

His mind was awash with thoughts of getting fucked. Not just by Master Bolar, but by any big green that had a good dick to his name. The idea of having himself rutted, taken, filled again and again and again was just too much to bear. He reached back, touched the plug that was only just pushing against the back of his pants, and pushed against it.

The feeling of fucking himself on the plug was so good, but it wasn't nearly enough to kill that fire that had started in his belly. He moaned more, wanting to feel his master's cock, but he knew that it wouldn't come until the end of the day. At the very earliest, he wouldn't feel it until he got off-shift, and that wasn't soon enough. He needed someone in him now, but...but...

Ugh...

He was going to lose himself if this kept up. Aruk forced himself to take his hand off the plug, gradually making himself sit up. The feeling of the girder pushing the plug in that little bit further was another hot moment, but that wasn't going to control him. He forced himself to breathe evenly, to take control.

He could make it through the work shift. He could control himself.

He couldn't control himself.

Aruk had come down from the super-structure and gone to one of the toilets. They'd been cleaned overnight so there wasn't any of the usual stink inside, and he sat down on the bench in the little porta-potty hut. He groaned as he rested his head in his hands, his cock sticking up and spitting pre-cum against the far wall of the hut. His cock...

He looked down at it. His cock was so hard that he was pretty sure that it could have been classified as a weapon in some places. His balls felt so full, so swimming with seed, that he was sure that he could blow a load big enough to mark his territory for the next month. And his ass...

The same slick that he'd been oozing since that morning in Master Bolar's apartment was oozing out of him now, dripping down into the toilet around the plug. He couldn't take it, and he finally knew why.

Orcs had a different sort of sexual cycle to the average biped. They didn't just have a heat or rut; they went through both, depending on just how they were treated, how they felt, and how their libido was influenced by outside sources. He wanted to cum, badly, and he knew that he could do that as a rutting beast, but because of the way that Master Bolar had been treating him, and because of that plug -

"Nnngh!"

He covered his mouth, almost stabbing his fingers on his tusks in the process. The plug had just hit its hardest vibration yet, almost taking him over the edge. The only thing that kept that from happening was the cock ring around the base of his shaft and pushing his balls forward, keeping the heavy things from pulling up enough to actually get him off. His hole squirted slick down into the toilet, rich with the pheromones that would get other guys into rut to fuck him. It was impossible to deny what had happened to him.

If he didn't do something about it, he'd go crazy. No ifs, ands, or buts. He'd just go crazy, lose any ability to think until he was properly fucked, and then -

Well, he didn't want to think about how much he'd need to be fucked at that point, but it would be a lot.

Gotta call...gotta call...

He picked his phone out of his pocket, his hands shaking as he jabbed his fingers against the screen. He misdialed twice, having to hang up before they went through, and finally got his master's number down. Holding it to his ear, he sat on his hands to keep from groping his cock.

His master answered two rings in.

"Hello, boy."

"Master, this is important."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm in heat."

"Already?"

"Yeah. I'm...mmmph...I'm leaking. Badly."

"How bad?"

"Very. I'm...I'm actually...squirting...around the plug."

"..."

"Master?"

"We'll handle this, boy. You listening?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, you got tell that supervisor of yours that you're in heat."

"What?!"

"Boy..."

Aruk took a deep breath, even though there was a slight urge to whimper buried deep down inside him at that moment. It was humiliating enough that he was going through this. The idea that his supervisor had to know was worse. Yet, if they were going to do anything...yeah, yeah, that had to happen. They couldn't do anything without the super being involved. He nodded.

"I'll tell him."

"Boy, I'm not done yet."

"Sorry, Master."

"Now, you tell him that you're in heat, and you tell him that he and the rest of the boys are free to fuck you at the end of your shift today."

If he'd dropped his phone at that moment, he was pretty sure that nobody would have blamed him. The fact that his master had just told him to be a public whore to deal with his heat was more than he had ever expected, and the idea of just offering up his ass for the whole construction team to go to town on was not...it wasn't...

Who was he kidding? His hole was wet, oozing around the toy, and he knew that he needed that many dicks, at least. Aruk groaned, rubbing his face.

"You hear me, boy?"

"I...hear you, master."

"Good. Now, go get it done. I'll see you at the end of your shift."

The line clicked closed, and he stared down at his cell. The very idea of going through with this would have been so far beyond him only a few days ago. Before meeting Master Bolar, he never would have thought of going so much further past a one-night-stand with someone. Now, he was thinking of putting his ass up for the whole crew to enjoy.

I'm losing my mind.

Yet, for all that he was losing his mind, he had a purpose. His master had told him what to do, and now he needed to do it.

Wiping around the plug so that the worst of the slick didn't drip back into his underwear, he pulled his pants back up and left the john. He walked across the yard and found the super sitting with the rest of the guys at the lunch benches at the edge of the lot. The other orc, long-haired and with three braids running out from under his hard-hat, looked up at him as he approached.

"Hmmph?" the super grunted.

"Mm." Aruk grunted back, nodding around to the offices.

The super got up from lunch, leading the way back to the main office. They stepped inside, Aruk closed the door, and he leaned against it as the super looked over his shoulder at him.

"What's going on?"

"I...need some help."

"'Bout what?"

"I'm in heat."

The other orc stiffened, turning around fully this time. His nostrils flared as he snorted at the air, and Aruk knew that he'd pick up on the smell. It was pretty damn obvious at this point, and he doubted that anyone on the yard would have missed if it they knew what they were looking for.

As the super's eyes lit up in realization, Aruk continued.

"I gotta...handle it."

"You going home, then?"

"No."

"Then what's the plan?"

"I...I've been asked to..."

"Collar's not just for show, huh?"

"No, heh...it's, uh...it's really real."

"Wondered. Alright, then. What's this guy asking you to do?"

"He wants, um..."

"Spit it out. We don't got all day."

"He wants you and the others to fuck me at the end of the day."

There it was. He'd let the super know what was going on, and now he couldn't take it back. Despite the burning blush that took over his face, he could feel his cock throbbing harder than it had ever done before. Some part of him, some rather nasty, naughty part of him loved the fact that this was so public now. Some part of him, probably the part that had gotten off to the risk of getting caught, was in full control now. He wanted the others to know. His cock, his ass, his libido begged for others to know just how much of a slut he had become.

He stared at the floor, waiting for the judgment to come down. The way that fantasy had been forced to meet reality meant that there was almost a guarantee that this wouldn't go the way that he was anticipating. He could be fired. Master Bolar's command might mean that he'd lose his job through this sort of 'harassment' of the upper management.

But then again, they were all orcs. Maybe the big guy would understand.

His super looked back at him with an impassive expression. The silence stretched on for another minute, the other orc tapping his chin. Aruk waited, his hands clenched at his sides, the plug in his ass giving him the occasional low-level buzz that did nothing more than keep him aroused.

Finally, the super nodded.

"We'll make it happen. Your master going to show up then?"

"I think so."

"Then he can take charge."

"You're going to make him the super?"

"He wants to have a show, he can run it."

"And the...other guys?"

"I'll tell them."

Aruk didn't know why he was so relieved. He was still going to get himself fucked, and hard, but it no longer felt like it was quite so much his responsibility. It felt like he had a little help, and that meant the world to him.

"Get back to work. We'll get it ready."

Nodding, he walked out of the office and went back to the super-structure. The plug in his ass kept him horny, but Master Bolar didn't hit him with the super-buzz after the call. He was thankful for that, even though he knew that meant that he was going to get it hard later.

#

The end of shift came right as it always did, and so did a call from his master. He pulled his phone from his pocket, pressing it to his ear.

"Hello, Master."

"Is that wall down at the south side of the lot being used?"

"Uh..."

He leaned over the side of the super-structure. The wall in question was a storage area, gradually being broken down from spare material here and there. He shook his head.

"Not being used for anything important."

"Good. Get down here. I'll get the super after we get you set up."

"Yes, Master."

He ended the call, packed his stuff, and headed down. The rest of the crew either hadn't quite got the message of what was going on, or they didn't entirely believe it, because they didn't follow. The super, however, gave him quite the intense stare as he walked across the construction yard, and that meant that he was going to get it.

No surprise there. An orc's heat got other orcs in the mood as soon as they got a good whiff of it, and he'd been in the super's office long enough to get that going. If an orc had any interest in getting laid, straight or gay, they'd be on an orc in heat in seconds. That was just the way it worked.

He found the wall on the south side, and Master Bolar was already there, still in his leather pants and his harness. The way that he crossed his arms, the way that he smirked, just oozed with authority and power, and he blushed as he bowed his head in respectful greeting.

"Master."

"Boy. What's this?"

The other orc gestured at a hole in the wall, one that had slowly been made over the course of the last few weeks as they took bits and pieces out of the wall to fill up the concrete mixer, the mortar maker, and more. It was just big enough for someone like him to fit through, and he -

His eyes went wide as he realized just what his master had in mind, and he looked back at the other orc. Master Bolar chuckled.

"You get it, boy?"

"Oh, gods..."

"Yes. Take off your pants."

"Here?"

"Here."

And just like that, it was real. He looked down at his pants, at his cock throbbing in the front of his jeans, and then back at his master. The other orc crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrow raised, obviously waiting. Aruk blushed, and did as he was told.

His boots came off, then his pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxer-briefs that were tented as far as they could be, slimy and wet in the front and the back. The bulge of the plug he had inside him was all the more obvious, too, particularly as he knelt down and started climbing through the hole. He managed to get his arms through, then his shoulders and head, and he rested his waist on the edge of the barely-cushioned hole.

Master Bolar was there to meet him on the other side, and helped him get out of his shirt. He was almost completely naked now, only his briefs keeping his dick from being seen by the world. His cheeks burned hotter as the master walked back to the other side, dragging them down, his cock held downwards a bit by how close it was to the wall, pressed flush to the smooth stone.

"Mmmph..."

"You're wet, alright."

"Heat...heat, master."

"Yeah, I can smell it."

"Mmmph..."

"Just hang on a bit, boy."

He nodded, keeping his head down, though keeping himself quiet was another matter. The way that Master Bolar pulled the plug around, the way that his insides were getting stirred up, was more than he could easily deal with. His cock spurted pre-cum against the wall, sliming up the area just beside the head of his cock, making it easier for him to slide around there.

"Ah...ah..."

He moaned as the plug was pulled, almost making it pop out of his ass more than once. The master was teasing the hell out of him, and his eyes clenched shut tightly.

How...how much more...

He didn't know, and that was the hard part.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

"That should be good. Almost done."

He heard something clicking, like metal tapping on metal. The orc opened his eyes as the master walked back to his side of the wall, holding up a pair of clamps. Metal ones, with sharp teeth, with weights hanging down from them. His eyes went wide as the master knelt beside him, holding them under his chest.

"For...my nipples?" he managed to ask.

"Yep."

"That's...that's going to hurt."

"Only for a bit."

He hoped so. Otherwise -

They squeezed shut, and pain both sharp and hard hit him with more force than he had ever expected. His eyes went wide, and he gasped for breath as they kept squeezing around his nipples. It was like teeth and tight fingers all at once, biting down and pulling. The weights dragged his nipples out, too, making it feel like someone was pulling them down, and then some.

"Ah...ah..."

"Oh, that's nothing, boy."

"Nnngh?"

"Just wait..."

The master smiled, walking back around the wall. Aruk had no frame of reference as to what was going on over the wall, but he felt the master's hand on his ass, and he heard the master talking.

"Alright, everyone. This boy's mine. That means that you only get to fuck him because I say so. You get that?"

There was a rumble of assent, and Bolar continued.

"You're going to rut him, hard. He's in heat, and the boy needs it. That said, you aren't going to go on the other side, and you're not going to try and make him cum. He doesn't get to cum until it's my dick inside him."

SMACK! A hard spank that made the weights sway on his chest.

"You hear that, boy? You don't cum until I'm cumming inside you. Got that?"

"Yes, Master!" he shouted loud enough for all to hear.

"Yeah, you got it. Alright, boys. Have at it. Hump him hard."

And with that, the plug came free. The popping sound of it coming loose was amazing, but no less amazing than the feeling of something hot, firm, and thick pressing against his hole right afterward.

Aruk tried to brace himself against the sudden warmth of a new cock against him, but there was no bracing for something like this. His hole felt more sensitive than ever, and the rapid introduction of something real, something hot, something physical like a proper cock against his ass was all that he needed to start falling down into that submissive state again. His tongue hung out past his tusks and he moaned like a bitch as that cock slid right in.

Squelch. It bottomed out in seconds, hilting inside of him and pushing a pair of hefty balls up against his own. He groaned under his breath, his fingers digging into the earth under him. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, but he could feel big hands grabbing his hips.

Don't cum, he thought, even as the steel ring around his dick was keeping him from doing that very thing. Don't cum before -

He didn't get to finish that thought before the other orc started hammering away. In and out right off the bat, not slowing down, not taking it slow. The plug must have gotten rid of most of his tightness and resistance, and all the slime and slick coming from his hole - both the remnants of his master's load at the gym and his own slick - meant that his first partner could go as hard as he wanted without slowing down. In, out, in, out, in, out, and the slick running down Aruk's taint only made him feel more like a bottom bitch than ever.

"Yeah...fuck...he's in heat, alright..."

The little statement was all he could hear over the humping going on behind him, and he groaned as he lowered his head further, barely managing to keep his head off the ground. Each thrust rocked him forward, which then pulled on the weights on his nipples. He gasped every time that they were pulled backwards, every time a thrust jostled him enough to send them shaking again. The sheer tug and pull was more than he was ready for, and his dick was spitting pre-cum as a result.

Even being rocked forward, ground against the rock wall, was more than enough to keep his cock hard. The slippery pre-cum oozing against the building material meant that he was sliding along without rubbing his cock raw, and the heat, the warmth, the slippery slime that made it so smooth, only made him harder. His balls churned, and he growled against the pleasure.

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

He gasped for breath as he panted from the fucking, the hard rut of the other orc speeding up. There was no consideration for his pleasure, no slowing down to see if he was going to cum first, or anything like that. All that the other orc did was hump, slamming his cock in. Occasionally, he would pop out, and the feeling of that thick head sliding along his taint and then back up to his rim would send a different sort of pleasure through him, only for -

"Mmmph!"

He gritted his teeth as the other orc slammed in, holding himself hilted. The warmth of a fresh load of cum spurting into him was all that he had expected and more, soothing some little bit of his heat. Not enough, not nearly enough, but giving him something that he could focus on other than the utter, consuming need. He panted as he felt the wiry pubic hair of the other orc grinding on his ass cheeks, feeling the spasming against his rim, the squirting in his depths. Yes, that's what he needed. That was what he -

And then the cock was out of him, sliding free, and he gasped for a different reason. The emptiness, the mess of cum oozing out of his hole, the drippy feeling that came after a hard fuck. Yet, he barely had time to get used to that before -

"Mmmph!"

Another cock slammed right in. No sliding, no grinding, just one good thrust and it was in. All the way in, filling him up good and full, further than the first cock. A spank followed, making him arch his back -

"Nnngh!"

And the nipple clamps pulled at the sensitive green nubs, dragging him back down and leaving him huffing and puffing and - fuck, it was all sensitive.

"Better get ready to take us all," he heard, and he knew that it was one of the other workers. One of the old hands, too. "We're all ready to have this slut-hole."

Aruk blushed, but he couldn't deny how hard the idea of taking the whole shift made him. He took a deep breath, only to have it driven out of him by the next thrust. This was going to be a long night.

Hours passed, and bit by bit, Aruk's stomach made his position on the wall more and more tenuous. He could feel it bloating, growing, swelling with each new load rammed into him. Orcs were productive, anyway, and his heat made them more so. One orc after another fucked and filled him, drilling his prostate with every thrust, reminding him of how good it felt to be used, to be on the bottom, to be Master Bolar's boy.

But he didn't cum. He barely managed it at times, but he kept his orgasm at bay with the help of the steel ring at the base of his cock. It was the only thing keeping him from disobeying his master at this point.

The pleasure was great, but he needed that relief. His cock was swimming in pre-cum, slathering the wall with it, and he felt like he had gone as far as he could. He had lost count of how many orcs had fucked his ass, and how many people had walked by and seen his upper half hanging through the wall the way it was. He didn't know what they thought, and at this point, he barely cared.

His chest hurt, but felt good at the same time. The teeth clamps had settled into a place where they felt painful-pleasurable, and he didn't know what to say about that. All he knew was that it felt good, felt right, felt proper.

Good slave, he thought.

Then, he felt another orc stepping up to him. He groaned at the first spank, leaked at the second. His belly and hole were so full of cum that he might as well have been a lube dispenser at that point. He just sagged there, staring straight ahead, waiting for the next -

Then he felt the tip. It was familiar. Right. Thick, warm, hot.

Master

Then it was inside of him, and he moaned out loud. His toes curled into the dirt, and his hole clenched. It was a sloppy clench, hardly worthy of the cock that had just slid in, but that didn't matter. It was Master Bolar's cock, the one that he had memorized, and he knew that meant that he'd be allowed to cum soon. He lifted his head, only for the weights at his chest to suddenly shift, and he moaned, clenching down all the harder.

"Nnnngh, master!"

There was no answer. Was this another test? Something to prove whether he knew that it was his master's cock working him over again? Was he supposed to hold back until he got permission or -

No, he'd been told that he could cum when his master came, and he knew that this was his master's cock. More to the point, he knew that his master was all kinds of wound up due to the way that it was already throbbing so hard. It didn't get like that without having been edged for some time. That meant that the master had been enjoying the show, a big plus compared to what it could have been.

He moaned as he was rutted, unable to move, only able to focus on the sheer pleasure that came from being fucked. The way that his cock slid along the wall, the way that his balls swayed with every thrust, the way that his nipples felt like they were being pinched and pulled constantly -

"Mmmph!"

He moaned again, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as the ring felt like it was going to break. It felt so tight around his cock and balls, and his balls were trying so hard to pull up and go over the edge. He wanted to blow his load, needed to blow his load, but there was so much that was holding him back. Just a bit more, just a little bit more. He just needed master's load, and then he could cum.

The fucking continued, the feeling of that hot, throbbing cock punching into his guts continuing for one minute, two, three. He felt those broad palms pressing against his hips, holding him in place. The other orcs were cheering as the master fucked him, and he could tell that the rest of the shift was enjoying the show as much as he was enjoying getting fucked. In, out, in, out, each one slamming him forward, pushing him against the wall, then pulling him back, his belly keeping him from getting out.

As he tried to squeeze around that cock, as he tried to give it the pleasure that he needed to in order to get his master off so he could cum, he could feel that all that seed inside him running free. He was a sloppy mess, a slimy little hole for fucking, and it made it all the hotter. His balls rose that last little bit...and then his master came.

The sudden sloshing, swelling feeling of so much orc cum pushing into him was more than enough to break his chastity. He roared out loud, the first non-whimpering moan that had come from him over the hours of rutting. He came, and he came, and he came, spurting what felt like cups, pints, gallons of cum against the wall that pinned him in place. All the while, he felt the sloshing feeling in his stomach grow, too.

The last of it landed on his ass as Master Bolar pulled out, and he slumped forward, no longer able to hold back. His hips scraped the rim of the hole slightly, but he didn't care. He was done. He was done.

He hit the ground, his belly flattening and a jet of old orc cum shooting out his ass. As he groaned and rolled onto his side, his master came around the dividing wall and knelt beside him. The plug slipped back into his stretched hole, and Aruk groaned as the other orc helped him to his knees.

"Better, boy?"

"Better."

"Good. Let's get you home."

"Nnngh."

"Heh. In a minute, I guess. Take a bit to get your head on straight, and then we'll go."

"Thank you...master..."

The End

Summary: Aruk is pushed to his limits one more time by his master, this time at the workplace. Looks like this poor orc is going to carry quite the reputation for a while.

Tags: M/M, orc, bondage, gangbang, anal, cum inflation, nipple clamp, series, nipple play, anal plug, butt plug, vibrator, heat, wet, cum, creampie, orgasm, public nudity,