Art by jabberox
Service Duty
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“Wait, you're really going to strap me into that thing?”
“That is the general idea, yes.”
“Why?” I ask while staring at the contraption made of leather and wood.
“Ease of access?” Khazak offers as he walks toward the bench. I use the word “bench” loosely; it looks more like a sawhorse covered with padded leather.
“Uh-huh, and it has nothing to do with the fact that all the orcs in this city seem to be kinky bastards?” I've been on one of these before at our friend Brull's sex shop, but this one looks much more complicated. There are spots for limbs to rest and a lot more straps to hold them in place.
“That may have had a hand in things, yes,” he answers with a hint of smugness.
“Do I really have to do this?” I whine but march toward my fate nonetheless.
“No.” He looks at me like I'm stupid. “You also had the option of re-writing all the reports you ruined. You chose this. After being asked multiple times.”
“…Only 'cause you didn't give me an option that wasn't spending the next two or three days writing,” I grumble as I climb onto the bench.
“Mhmm, and I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you are also a ‘kinky bastard.'” Khazak grins down as he begins to strap me in.
I know I'm complaining, but it's only because this time I really am innocent. At least partially—I'm gonna kill Nylan when I see him next. So, a while back, I played a prank on Khazak where I switched the ink on his desk with a pot that turns invisible a few minutes after drying. Ragnar and Nylan are the ones who put me up to it, and though I ended up with an angry Khazak and a sore ass for a few days, it was worth the laugh.
I hadn't really thought much about it again until a few days ago when Nylan asked if I'd do it again, this time to Ragnar. In return, I'd get to ask him for all the blowjobs I wanted for the next two weeks—our owners' permission notwithstanding. I figured I'd have to wait a bit to collect, but it sounded like a good deal to me, so I took it. I asked if he was doing this for a particular reason, but in his words, “Sometimes, a brat's just gotta brat.” He assured me he'd take all the blame, though I agreed knowing I'd probably get in trouble for participating anyway.
I had a very simple plan for getting in and swapping the ink, which only required convincing Khazak to go in a little early one morning. It seemed so easy… until things went wrong. So, so wrong. What I didn't realize was that on that particular morning, renovations were beginning at the Tribal Hall—specifically on the wing that houses the office of Chief Grandtooth, the head of the city's militia and ranger force, and Khazak's direct superior. Because of that, the chief and his secretary, a man named Pragu, would be working out of our office until they were completed. Being the good employees they are, Khazak and Ragnar both offered their personal offices to their boss, and being the good boss he is, he insisted they only needed one—and chose Ragnar's.
Only I was not here for that conversation. After bothering Khazak to come in early so I could secretly switch the ink pots, I was sent on a run to the city's north gate to deliver a message about an arriving elven delegation. When I made it back, it was several hours before it even occurred to me to ask why Ragnar hadn't been in his office all morning. I started sweating when he told me the chief was using it, and then spent the rest of the day in a full-blown panic when I learned what he was doing.
I don't know the exact reason the delegation is visiting, only that it was related to some reports that the chief and Pragu were working with. As the reports are all written in Atasi, Pragu was translating them into Common to make it easier for the elves to read. Only he was using the disappearing ink I left on the desk. When the chief began to review his work and saw nothing but blank pages, he was first confused, then furious. Pragu obviously had no idea what occurred, but as soon as Khazak walked in and saw the ink, he knew.
To say they were upset is an understatement. Khazak thankfully took the brunt of the yelling for me, not that I could understand most of it anyway. Just the curses Nylan taught me, really. The chief is an intimidating man, standing a few inches taller and wider than Khazak with short gray hair and a grizzled face covered by a dark gray beard. He's got more than a few battle scars; his left tusk is broken, and there's a clean cut across his right eye from brow to cheek, the eye itself untouched. Pragu, though smaller, is no less intimidating, especially since he's still bigger than I am. His brown-and-silver hair is longer, pulled back into a tight bun, and he has a strong-looking, cleanly shaved jaw.
After things calmed down somewhat, I was offered a choice of punishments. My ass would be getting tanned by Khazak regardless, but to make up for what I had done, I could either rewrite all of the reports myself—with Pragu reading the translation out loud for me—or I could spend the day on “service duty” for the station's staff. I asked for clarification, and it's exactly what it sounds like—I'm going to spend the day tied down to this bench while rangers and officers take turns fucking me.
Part of me wishes I could say otherwise, but I didn't have to think hard about which option to pick. My hand cramps up just thinking about doing that much writing. So here I am, getting tied to a fuck bench with my ass facing the doorway. Khazak already told me the ground rules—no one will hurt me, I am allowed as many breaks as I need, and he will be constantly checking on me, so once he's done strapping me in, I think that's it.
“There.” He pats my butt once he's finished with the final leg strap. “Any last questions before we get started?”
I rack my brain trying to think of anything I might have forgotten to ask about, my gut twisting when something pops into my head. “What happens if… What if a woman—”
“You will not be expected to service any of the women,” he reassures me. “They will be more than happy to watch. Though I did hear a few of them asking Arik about his cock.”
My body flushes, and I'm not sure if it's because I like or hate the idea. I shake it from my head.
“Alright, send in my first victim,” I say with my head held high, or at least as high as this thing will allow.
“No need,” he tells me with a laugh, walking around to my front. “He is already here.”
“Aww, I thought we skipped morning sex today to save me the added soreness,” I say with mock disappointment as I eye him unbuttoning his pants.
“No, I simply saw no reason to not sleep in a little when I knew this would be available to me all day.” With a smirk, he pulls out his cock, already hardening and only inches from my face.
There are no more words as he closes the distance, and I wrap my lips around him. With my body strapped down like this, I can't do much in the way of movement, only able to bob my head slightly, so Khazak does most of the work. With a hand on the back of my head, he slowly pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks hollow out as I suck lightly, feeling bold enough to tease it with my tongue once he is fully erect, swiping over the leaking, hooded head. Then Khazak pulls out, walking around to my backside with his cock standing out straight from his fly.
“We will need to make sure you remain well lubricated all day,” he tells me as I hear the opening of a familiar bottle.
With a hand on one cheek to spread me apart, cool slippery fingers delve into my crack, making me jump when I feel them slide across my hole. They circle the area briefly before one presses inside, sliding easily down to the last knuckle, making me gasp. That first feeling of going from empty to full still catches me off guard no matter how many times I've been fucked. It does make it easier, though, and Khazak soon adds a second and third finger, spreading them apart to ensure I am stretched to his liking.
“That should do it.” The fingers are pulled from my body and replaced with something larger.
Both of Khazak's hands grip my ass as he pushes inside of me, one still wet with oil. They give me a good squeeze when he bottoms out, circling his hips around once before pulling back. He starts fucking me straight away, hands gripping me tight. I guess he is working, and not spending too much time fucking while on the clock is a very Khazak thing to worry about.
Seeing as I can't do anything but take it, not even move, I relax onto the bench. Khazak is well-acquainted enough with my hole by now that he knows just how to fuck me. Yeah, this is waaaaay preferable to spending the next three days hunched over a desk—because I'm sure it would take me a lot longer to write those reports out than it did Pragu. Sure, I might be a little tired and sore by the time we go home tonight, but I get to spend the entire day entire day having sex! The choice wasn't even close.
“Oh good, he's already set up.” I hear Ragnar's voice as he enters the room. “Do you mind if I take his mouth?”
“Not at all. That is why he is here today,” Khazak answers, casual as can be while thrusting in and out of my butt.
“Thank you, Captain.” Ragnar comes into view as he walks round to my front, hand already working to undo his pants.
As he pushes his cock into my mouth, he looks down on me with a hint of pity. Coming clean meant telling on Nylan, at least to Khazak and Ragnar, so he knows it's partially the half-human, half-elf's fault that I'm in this predicament. Not enough pity not to use me though, and soon he and Khazak are fucking me back and forth like a two man saw; when Khazak pulls back, Ragnar pushes in.
I feel like I'm being stretched to my limits. Getting filled at both ends is distracting enough as it is, but once Khazak start to work his fuck-magic, that becomes all I can focus on. His cock spreads my hole as it glides over my prostate again and again. I let out a muffled moan as I feel the little bursts of pleasure that accompany each pass. Then I feel a hand tapping against my cheek.
“Hey, pay attention.” Ragnar emphasizes by thrusting into my mouth. “This isn't about you. Don't think I've forgotten that I was the intended target of your little prank.”
I grumble unintelligibly around his dick. It's not like I can help it! Tell Khazak to stop being such a good top. Still, I go back to paying as much attention to him as I am Khazak. Not that anyone could really forget a dick in his mouth. I'm doing my best here!
Khazak's cock continues to feel amazing because I have no control over that. I do try to use it to my advantage though. Each time he pushes in to the hilt, there's just this smallest hint of pain, of being too filled. Whenever I feel that, I make sure to run my tongue around the hooded head of Ragnar's cock. See? I'm paying attention!
I'm surprised and a little disappointed when only a few minutes later I feel Khazak's cock pulsing as he cums with little more than a soft grunt. Our sessions normally last much longer, and usually by the time he's cum, I've had two or three orgasms myself. Like Ragnar said, this isn't about you. Khazak pulls out of me with a slap on the ass, pausing to admire his handiwork before leaving.
“He is all yours, Deputy,” Khazak tells Ragnar as I hear him stepping away from us. “Try not to take too long. Chief Grandtooth is holding this morning's briefing.”
“I will be there, sir!” Ragnar's hand leaves my head briefly, probably to salute.
Without another word, Ragnar pulls out of my mouth and circles around me to replace Khazak. I really don't mind. If I had to pick between the two, I'd choose getting fucked over sucking dick any day. Not that I don't like to suck dick; getting fucked just feels sooooo much better.
“If it helps, know that Nylan is being punished too,” Ragnar tells me as listen to him slick himself up. “Not quite as elaborately as this—he's getting spanked every night for the next two weeks.”
“Thank you, sir. It does help a little.” I never claimed to not be petty.
To be continued...
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