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<center><h2>DISCLAIMER</h2></center> This game contains male/male content, human-with-non-human relationships, and diverse fetishes. All the characters portrayed here are over 18 years old and are fictional, just like the situations. The characters and situations here presented are meant to arouse the reader, not to be used as a guideline nor to express the author's opinions (especially for real life scenarios). Any resemblance with real life or people is just a coincidence. <center>[["ENTER"->Intro]] If you are over or at least 21 years old and agree to see this type of content, otherwise <<link "LEAVE">><<script>>window.close()<</script>><</link>>.</center>

"Close your eyes," the orc says. You do as you are told as you're told and continue to nuzzle on the orc's thumb, soon feeling the familiar feeling of neoprene as he starts to put your hood back on. He takes out his finger and you leave out a weak whine before he gives you a light slap on your cheeks. "No complaining." You sigh and remain silent until the hood's fully back on you, and then feel as he puts something on your eyes and ties it. You open your eyes, but your sight is mostly obscured by the black fabric. His finger snaps your forehead. "Hey! I didn't say you could open them." You let out another whine and the orc sighs. "Bad boy. Guess we'll have to start your training all over again." <<if $outfitMemory==true and $outfit == 1>> You quickly close your eyes again and feel as his hands move down your body all the way until your waist. He then knocks you down and removes the now-wet jockstrap from your legs. Azrak pulls the jock closer to his face and smiles. "I can't believe you kept this all this time." <<else>> You quickly close your eyes, unable to see as the orc kneels to grab his discarded leather jockstrap from the floor. <</if>> He smiles. "I guess this'll do." Azrak then stuffs his hand and jockstrap inside your muzzle and into your mouth. You slightly gag, and the orc quickly removes his now empty hand from the hood before closing the zipper to stop you from spitting it up. Not that you would. You were a good boy, and like any good boy, you started to suck on the fabric, removing as much of the accumulated juices as you could. <<if $outfitMemory==true and $outfit == 2>> The orc closed his hand around your throat and started playing with the collar. "I can't believe you kept this all this time."< You bark the hardest that you can with you full mouth and then feel as the orc starts petting you before you hear a metallic sound. You wonder what that sound was but then feel a tug on your neck pulling your head down. <<else>> You hear a metallic sound and you're unsure of what it was until you feel the familiar touch of leather circling around your neck, followed by that sound again. The orc then pulls down on his belt, pulling your head down along with it. <</if>> At long last, you were collared again, and by the same man. Azrak stands up and tugs on your leash. "Come on, boy. It's time to head back home." You bark again and blindly crawl behind until you feel a sudden tug as the orc steps on your leash. "And don't think for a moment that you won't be paying me back after abandoning me all those years ago..." It was going to be a long night, but you didn't mind. At long last, you were where you were meant to be, and after a few contracts and court hearings, this time no one would be able to split the two of you apart. Whether it'd be sucking him under his desk at work, rubbing his feet back home, or serving as entertainment for his friends and associates; you would no longer be leaving his side. Every once in a while, you sometimes would think back of the life you had left behind, but a tingling feeling on your neck would always remind you of your position. You were his. Then, now, and forever. ''Ending: A Stray No More.''

You continue to nuzzle the orc's thumb. Every time, as soon as you were dealing cleaning it, it comes back with more milk for you to suck on. Time passes, and you find yourself closing your eyes, being craddled by the orc as his big thumb returns... Wait, ''craddled''? You open your eyes, and notice a faint pink glow on the orc's eyes. You try to struggle, but the orc is holding you firm. Still, you somehow manage to turn around. Was the bed, and the orc's arms, always this big? You turn around and see Azrak's smirk. "Open up, boy." You try to ask what's going on, but as soon as you open your mouth, the orc's finger goes back inside your mouth. You want to shout, to say something, but all that happens is that you continue to suck like a good boy. Azrak's tries to take out his finger and you feel it scraping against the roof of your mouth, barely managing to get out, and that's when it dawns on you. You were getting smaller. You try once again to break free, and this time you accomplish it, falling all the way down to the floor. Your body starts to hurt, but you try to pay it no mind as you run away as far as you can. That is, until a huge wall of green flesh stops you on your path. <<if $pig > $pet>> You stare at the //wall// in front of you. Compared to the orc's foot, you were barely the same size as his ankles, and shrinking! "Going somewhere, boy?" You look up and see Azrak reaching down towards you. You try to escape, but it's all for no avail as he easily ends up scooping you with just a couple fingers. The orc lifts you up until you're up to his face. "I know, you might be worried. After all, who knows what would happen to someone like you if anyone else were to find you." He smiles "But don't worry, I think I know just the place to hide you." The orc tightens his grip and leans down. Not before long, he drops you inside some kind of bed which he quickly lifts up to stop you from running, up until you're staring right at his cock. That's when the smell around you hits you, and you realize where you are. Before you can say anything about it, the orc presses the jockstrap against his junk, trapping you inside as he secures it and looks at the mirror. He smiles after seeing the diminute outline next to his cock's. He gives his package a squeeze and you are pressed even more against his cock. <<else>> Your breath leaves you as the //wall// continues to press you against the floor. Compared to the orc's foot, you were barely about half his sole, and shrinking! "Going somewhere, boy?" You look up a small gap in between the giant's toes to see Azrak's face smiling down at you. The giant then kneels, putting even more pressure on your lungs, until he's as close to you as he can. "I know, you might be worried. After all, who knows what would happen to someone like you if anyone else were to find you." He smiles "But don't worry, I think I know just the place to hide you." The orc lifts his foot, and before you can do anything else, he easily scoops you and lifts you up. He tightens his grip as he looks for something, and then smiles. You try to follow his gaze, but see only darkness below you. You then look back at him and ty to ask for mercy when he lets you go, and you end up tumbling right into the boot's hole. Once you're done falling, you quickly take a look at your surroundings. It seems like you're around the boot's toes, and good thing, as the orc's foot soon comes in, blocking any kind of light you, and pins you down again. Leaving you completely surrounded by green flesh. <</if>> You try to catch your breath to calm down, but all you can do is fill your lungs with the orc's musk. The longer that it goes on, the hotter it gets, the more you breath it in. Your mind slowly succumbing until you cannot do anything but worship the green flesh in front of you. The orc smiles, though not because he's able to feel any of your attentions. "Well, I guess it's time to go." And from there on, you stayed as the orc's //pet//. Whether it was cleaning his teeth, used as a squishy stress toy, or tucked inside his armpit, you would always find yourself next to your master. If you behaved well, the orc would occassionally let you roam "free" on his work desk, the long fall and the chain around your neck ensuring that you would not get far from him again. At first you hated this arrangement and hoped that someone would come find you, but the longer that time passed, the less you dreamt about that. You wondered if maybe the orc had somehow cast a charm on you, one that made you addicted to him, but the answer was more simple. The orc's musk simply activated the lizard part of your brain that let you know that he was your alpha, and as such, you were made to serve him. A lesson that you had learnt on your flesh back in college, but that both now and then you refused to accept. Regardless, as the months went by, and the hope of getting rescued started to evaporate, you resigned yourself to your fate. Azrak was demanding and harsh, but he was not a bad master. And as he said, you could easily do way worse if someone else had found you. Moreover, your previous life was not that good to begin with. Or so the orc had said, and you agreed. Out of all possible scenarios, being his pet was not so bad after all... ''Ending: The One Who Didn't Get Away.''

<<set $tempVar = 0>> <<set $outfit = 0>> <<set $pet = 0>> <<set $pig = 0>> <<set $outfitMemory = false>> <<set $youEnjoyed = false>> <<set $oncouch = true>> <<set $couchbj = false>>

Another day, another dollar. Or at least that's what you'd say if you were paid by the day instead of receiving only one check at the end of the month. Moreover, you were not even sure if today counted for this month or the next. Though in the end, it didn't matter. Pencil pusher phrases were the only keeping you sane in your dead-end job (//Thank God It's Friday!//). You continue to refresh the bank's app on your phone while waiting for the train to stop, almost as if the sole act of refreshing would somehow make your payment arrive faster. But, alas, no such luck. The wind brushes past you as the train arrives. Not taking your eyes off the phone, you enter the train and take a seat. //C'mon, just arrive already.// At last, you turn off the screen and lie back against the window. You sigh and take and deep breath, when an all too familiar scent assaults your nostrils. You quickly open your eyes and find yourself staring directly at someone's bulge. But not anyone's bulge. Slowly, you move your gaze up, past the suit pants and the white shirt, up to the scowl on their owner's face. An orc! You quickly apologize and offer your seat to the big man before making your way to the other side of the car, not even looking behind to see if he took you up on your offer. [[Once you're far enough, you take a quick look around before going back to your phone.|Intro2]]

Azrak (Orc) Grognar (Troll) Borzul (Oni) Bouncer (Ogre)

At last, you arrive home. You quickly greet your gnoll roommate and their girlfriend before entering your room and locking the door behind. You then flop down on top of your bed. Just what were the odds? Sure, in a mixed city like this, it was not unusual to find non-humans pretty much everywhere, something which you were totally fine with. But while you wouldn't call yourself speciesist, orcs... ''**Be-beep!**'' You reach out to your phone and look at the notifications. With that, plus what you had saved, maybe... No, you could barely call it even. //Sigh//. You really wanted to go to the Libero tonight, but the math just was not mathing. Sure, you had more than enough money right now to cover all your debts and go, but it would only be a few more days before the utility bills came, and there was also this trip you and your roommate had been planning for months. There just was no way that you could squeeze in a night of sex-capades tonight, or was there? [[You do what you have to do.|BadEnd1]] [[Financial responsibility? Never heard of her.|OutfitPick]]

(Un)Fortunately, you decide to take the safe path. No matter how much you needed it, there was no way that you'd let down your best friend, and roommate, down just to have one night of senseless fun. The Libero would be there another day (or another year at this rate), and you could always go there later. You throw your phone and go to sleep. Dreams of what could have happened tonight starting to form an almost imperceptible tent under the sheets... ''Ending: Dependable Guy.''

//Screw it//. You had a rough week and you needed to take your mind off... stuff. You head over to the closet in the corner of the room and reach for the box at the bottom. Digging through it, you soon feel the smooth neoprene surface letting you know that you had found what you were looking for. Black and with small traces of orange here and there, the empty pup hood stares back at you. Sure, it was an older model, but you still liked the way it looked, and it brought so many good memories. Also, it's not like you could afford to get a new one anyway... Putting it on, you're surrounded by the smell of neoprene, poppers, among other things. So many different smells from so many different species that it was impossible to tell them apart. You close your eyes and press the snout closer to maybe recognize one of them. And you do, shortly after taking the hood off. Orc. You sigh. Ever since that night, you stopped drinking as much to avoid making the same mistake ever again. Not that it would be the last time, but this was not like in a gloryhole, where it'd be too late to back off after taking in the first few licks (orc or not, there's no way you'd leave a bro hanging around blueballed). No, that time had been different. Drunk, but willing, you approached him yourself. And when he told you all the depraved things that he wanted to do with you. To you... You slap yourself. //Focus//. There's no point in continuing to think about the past. What mattered now was the present, and the present was the Libero. However, what should you wear... [[Didn't you have a leather outfit somewhere?|OutfitPick2][$outfit = 1;$pig += 1]] [[Something light, comfortable, and easy to take off.|OutfitPick2][$outfit = 2; $pet += 1]] [[Meh, what you're wearing should be fine.|OutfitPick2][$outfit = 3]]

<<switch $outfit>> <<case 1>> It takes you some time, but at last you find your outfit. A leather jacket and some leather chaps. You will likely not be dancing today, but they both should easily get you everyone's attention. Though with the chaps having an open crotch, you should probably wear something to avoid getting arrested for indecent exposure. You take the same box where your hood was and dump all its contents over your bed. Condoms, toys, a leather harness... That's weird, you could have sworn that you had nice jock in here somewhere. You crouch down and search below the bed in case [[something fell under...|OutfitPick3]] <<case 2>> It doesn't take long before you assemble a nice outfit. A white tank top and some shorts should keep you light enough to take over the dancefloor without breaking a sweat. You're not sure if there will be a rave tonight, but maybe bringing a glowing bracelet and some sticks would not hurt. The sticks are easy to find, and the bracelets should be in the same drawer as your socks. However, once you start rummaging around, you come across [[something else...|OutfitPick4]] <<default>> What you have on should be more than good enough. You put the hood back on, grab your keys, and leave off to what you're sure will be a night to remember... [[Continue.|Club]] <</switch>>

The soft cotton feeling should be more than enough to tell you that it's not what you're looking for, but you still reach for the object and take it out. In your hand lies a dirty sports jock. You start squeezing it almost as if by instinct before turning it around to look inside the pouch. A few yellow and gray stains can be seen, but more important than that, there's the faint siloutte of its original owner's name at the top, written in red ink. Just how long had it been since you had last seen this... You slap yourself again. There's no time for this. You should be getting ready to head out. Still, you cannot help but take another look at the jock... What do you do? [[Take it with you.|Club][$pig += 1; $outfitMemory = true]] [[Better let sleeping dogs lie.|Club]]

Libero. Originally a small gay bar, the owners' dedication had slowly turned it into the city's biggest fetish club. Leather dads with their boys, pups, rope bunnies, and a myriad other subcultures that you'd never heard about all lined the streets nearby. You queue behind a group of ravers (not everyone going to the Libero did it for the kink, some did it for the ambience) and wait for your turn to go inside. Minutes soon turn into hours, but at last you reach the front of the queue and are met with a huge wall of muscle. Standing between you and the club is an ogre. While sometimes confused with orcs, ogres were usually bigger, buffer, and meaner, so it made sense that the Libero would hire one or more to deal with the rowdier customers. The ogre looked down at you, a feat that might not be that comfortable for him what with you barely being at chest level with him. "ID." You quickly take out your wallet and look for the card, not wanting to get in the man's bad graces. <<if $outfitMemory == true>> <<if $outfit == 1>> The bouncer takes your ID and starts to inspect it. "So, who's the lucky guy?" You're taken aback by the question and ask what he means, which causes him to takes his eyes off from the card. "/you know what I mean." He points down at your jockstrap. "They don't make those for humans." You don't know how to answer. Rather, you don't //want// to answer. Sensing your apprehension, the ogre drops the subject. <<else>> The bouncer takes your ID, and while he "inspects" it, you catch him taking glances at you. A few moments later, you feel him tug at your collar's ring and pull you closer before turning over the tag. "If lost, please contact..." The ogre starts howling with laughter and let's you go. "Shame. Why are all the cute submissive and breedable guys always taken?" He then leans over to whisper in your ear. "And just so you know, if you were mine, I'd never lose you..." <</if>> <<else>> The ogre takes your ID and takes a quick, uninterested glance at it before looking you over from head to toe. "Mask." It takes a few moments for it to dawn on you that photo IDs and pup hoods do not go well together. You take the hood off and remain like that until you notice the ogre gives a slight nod. <</if>> The bouncer returns your ID and takes off the chain, granting you access to the club. <<if $outfitMemory == true>> You take a few steps in, but a loud whistle makes you stop on your tracks. You turn around and see the bouncer smiling at you. "Hey, if things don't go well with your boyfriend, or you're looking for a third member, you know where to find me." He winks. <</if>> [[You head inside.|Club2]]

The rough leather feeling should be more than enough to tell you that it's not what you're looking for, but you still reach for the object and take it out. In your hand lies a pink collar with a D ring, on which lies a small rusty tag. ''BITCH''. Memories start flowing back to you before you even turn it around and read the rest. "Property of..." You close your fist. //Nope. Not now//. You put the collar inside your pocket while you finish getting dressed up, but before leaving your room, you take it out again. What do you do? [[Put it on.|Club][$pet += 1; $outfitMemory = true]] [[Better let sleeping dogs lie.|Club]]

<<switch $outfit>> <<case 1>> You take a deep breath. Sweat. Musk. And Sex. It's all men, all around. You start to get hard, <<if $outfitMemory == true>>pushing your dick against the stained jockstrap, which makes you get even harder. To think that you now were reaching those stains, mixing your own fluids with his. It was wrong, and yet it felt so good...<<else>>and you feel relieved that you did not take that jockstrap with you. The sole thought of not only wearing it but touching it like this, you weren't sure if you'd be able to live down that embarassment...<</if>> <<case 2>> Electronic music rumbles throughout the venue while rainbow-colored lights illuminate the DJ booth and the dance floor. You rush over to the dance floor to show off your moves, <<if $outfitMemory == true>>unfortunately, you didn't have enough time to get your bracelets, but the glow stick and the constant clank of your collar make a good job of announcing your presence.<<else>>your stick and bracelets glow with different colors as you destroy the dancefloor, a circle forming soon to watch you dance, dance, dance.<</if>> <<default>> It takes some time for your eyes to get used to the darkness, but you soon can recognize the shapes inside of the club. You're not exactly dressed up, or drunk enough, to go to the dance floor. Yet... But that's an easy thing to fix. You head on over to the bar counter and order an Appletini, and tell the bartender to continue serving you more as you watch your surroundings. <</switch>> A few people approach. Bugbears, a gargoyle, even a goblin... yet none seem to stay after saying more than a couple words. No humans either, but that does not surprise you. If you were more... active, you'd also be going for something more //exotic//. Unless you were a top, in which case, yeah, you'd probably not be going straight for any of the other many big, hunky, and hairy available options. [[Guess this is going to be a dry night...|Bathroom]]

A wet sensation wakes you up. You open your eyes and see the sleeping face of the ogre right next to you, his open mouth drooling all over the pillow while his breath washes all over you. You look down and notice several marks on your skin. If what you've heard is true, people with tusks can easily tell who made a particular mark, and with how many you have, each and every one of them would be able to tell who they (and you) belonged to. You try to move away, but one of the ogre's arm is holding you firmly in place, so you both stay like that until his alarm sounds. The ogre quickly turns it off before looking back at you. "Morning," he says. You return the greeting and silence soon falls between the two of you. For a moment, you think the ogre's gone back to sleep, until he suddenly asks you about your plans for the day. You don't have any. "Oh, then, would you mind spending the day here?" The ogre yawns and starts to scratch his belly, dragging the blankets along as he does so. "I was on my feet all night yesterday and will need to work again tonight, so how about a slow day?" You stare at the ogre, not sure about what he means by that. "I don't know, maybe watch some TV or movies. You rubbing my feet as we do so. Though, I could also go for a full body massage..." He winks at you. "Tell you what, if you agree, I'll cook for you." He lowers his hand to your crotch and starts to rub it. "Or unless you'd like me to repay you in some another way?" You think it over for a while before coming to a conclusion, but your answer could always wait until after breakfast... ''Ending: Rebounce.''

You sigh and order another Appletini. The bartender returns with the drink and stays nearby, keeping a close eye on you. You can't exactly blame him, with all that you've been drinking lately, he has to ensure that you're not going to run off and bail. You hand over your credit card. Seems like you won't get much action tonight. Once he returns, you head on over to the bathroom. Might as well cut the night short, but when nature calls, it calls. You try all the stalls, but they are all locked. So, as much as you hate using the urinals, guess you have no other option. Not that you hate peeing while standing up (well, you actually do), but it's more so that you're not comfortable with the Libero's open and continuous urinal. You can kind of guess why they decided on that, as you can take a nice look at other people's cocks while at the same time giving watersport enthusiasts a good show, but for you, you can't deny that you'd rather have some partitions (or more stalls...) Luckily for you, no one else is at the urinals, so you just go to the far back corner before taking your cock out and letting the stream flow. Moans start coming from the stalls and you cringe. With all the dark rooms that this place has, why would someone go have fun in the bathroom of all places? You continue letting the stream flow when you hear some loud steps coming your way. You take a quick look, and... [[Oh no!|Bathroom2]]

Coming around the corner, you can see a huge orc heading towards at you. You quickly turn back and hope that he does not see you (even though you're the only other person there). While not really a religious person, you pray to every possible being that the orc will stop and leave you in peace; however, your sinful ways catch up to you, and your prayers go unheard. Despite the huge, empty urinal wall, the orc stands just right next to you and without even acknowledging your presence, he takes out his cock and starts to do what he came for. Thankfully, your own stream starts to go down as his goes up in strength, not so much because you're done, but rather because of the intimidating presence next to you. You shake off whatever drops are left and take one last look at the orc before leaving. Leather jacket. Leather hat. Leather boots. A huge, muscled body that could crush you in an instant while still retaining a more than healthy gut. And that cock... Your kind of guy, you know, if only he was of a different species. "You can do more than stare, you know?" You look wide-eyed at the orc's face and then down to the monstruous appendage. Do you accept his invitation? [[Maybe just this once...|Bathroom3][$pet += 1; $tempVar = 2]] [[Well, since he's offering...|Bathroom3][$pig += 1; $tempVar = 1]] [[Decline.|Bathroom3][$tempVar = 3]]

<<switch $tempVar>> <<case 1>> You slowly reach out, looking from time to time at the orc's face to ensure everything's okay, before putting your hand around it. You feel as the water inside flows strongly and the orc closes his eyes, letting go of his dick and leaving you in charge of directing it in the right direction. Though you sort of wonder what would happen if you directed it poorly. Maybe at his boots... You continue your job while using the side of your thumb to rub him until the stream starts to slow down. Once it stops, you take another look at the orc. "Shake it." You do as you're told and start to squeeze out the last few piss drops before taking your hand off his cock. <<case 2>> You slowly reach out until your fingertips make contact with the green skin, and then lightly trace them along its length. You're over his thick veins when you start to marvel at the piece of meat right in front of you. The orc was definitely twice your size in length, and way more than that for girth, and you were almost sure that he was at half-mast at best. The cock twitches, pushing itself against your palm, and that's when you decide that you've had enough for the time being. <<default>> You blush and look away. It was likely not uncommon for this kind of things to happen at the Libero, but you didn't want to do it. Not here, and not with him. <</switch>> You excuse yourself and then run to the lavatories. You quickly wash your hands and are about to dry them off when the orc arrives and picks the faucet right next to yours. Again. He lifts his sleeves and looks at you with expecting eyes. [[Just go with the flow.|WashingChoice2][$pet += 1; $tempvar = 2]] [[There are other ways of cleaning...|WashingChoice1][$pig += 1; $tempVar = 1]] <<if $pet + $pig >= 2>>[[You are not his servant!|WashingChoice3][$tempVar = 3]]<<else>>[[Nope. You're out.|Outside]]<</if>>

You rush over to the street and signal the first Taxi that comes around. The experiences you had tonight might have been a little bit too much, and you're looking forward to not remembering anything about them at all in the morning. Especially... You sigh. Once you arrive back home, you take off your outfit<<if $outfitMemory ==true>><<if $outfit == 1>>. You take another look another look at the jocktrapand press it up your nose to take a big whiff.<<else>>. You grab the collar and play around with the tag. "Property of..." "If lost..." <</if>> You sigh before putting it back down. You'd get rid of it. Tomorrow. But for now, may the last of those memories craddle you to sleep...<<else>> and head off to sleep.<</if>> ''Ending: A Night To Forget.''

You head outside. <<if $outfitMemory == true>> You try to head to the street when a familiar voice comes from behind you. "Leaving so soon?" You turn around and see the bouncer looking at you. He takes off the chain leading into the club and heads over to you, not noticing (or caring) about the many people taking the opportunity to head inside as he does so. You nod at him, and he speaks again. "You know, my shift is ending in a couple hours. I live nearby, so if you don't mind waiting..." You look again at the ogre. "You know, if you want..." [[Sorry, but you really need to leave.|BadEnd2]] [[Sure, why not?|BouncerEnd]] <<else>> <<include "BadEnd2">> <</if>>

You sit at the steps near the back exit of the club, the ogre occasionally coming to chitchat whenever he has some free time available, until his shift is finally over. He walks you around a couple of blocks until you arrive at his building. Unlike the rest of the city which was built for "regular" people, everything on this side was built for the larger ones. The ogre opens the door, the handle being too high and the door too heavy for you to do so, and continues chaperoning you all the way to his apartment. On one hand, you feel a pang of anxiety at not being able to do anything by yourself; but on the other hand, you can't help but appreciate the delicate and gentlemanly way in which you're being treated. The ogre's apartment is... not the tidiest of them all (thanks to his roommate, according to him), but before you can express your opinion, the giant picks you up and pushes his lips against yours. You return the kiss and soon after feel as his tongue invades your mouth. While still holding you, the ogre walks over to his room and drops you on top of the bed (there going the theory about it all being his roommate's fault). You start to take your clothes off while the ogre continues to pepper you with kisses in whatever zone is available, some of them feeling more like playful nips. You move on to take off his shirt, shoes, and socks with ease, but he stops you when you go after his pants. <<if $outfit == 1>> With most of your body exposed to the ogre, he leans down and gives your balls a firm tug. "Still, have this on, huh?" He then moves over to a corner of the room littered with clothes and picks up what seems to be a protective cup and presses it against your nose. You start to get intoxicated by the ogre's ripe smell when he speaks again. "Open wide." You do and he puts the cup inside your mouth. You start to suck on it as the ogre continues to kiss all over your body and takes off your jock. <<else>> With most of your body exposed to the ogre, you try to take off the collar, but he stops you again. "No. This stays." He soon grabs the ring and uses it to pull you back to his mouth and kisses you again. While in there, his tongue starts to lick over your teeth, your gums, your tongue, and even further inside your mouth, as he takes your underwear off <</if>> [[He then unbuttons his pants...|BouncerEnd2]]

You have no idea how he was able to hide that monster inside his pants. Just at a quick glance, it seems like the ogre's cock was as long as your arm, if not even more. "I, uh, hope this is not an issue." You reassure him that it isn't, but still, it's certainly way bigger than what you can now (or ever) handle. However, there are other ways in you could deal with a tool like that. <<if $pig > $pet>> You ask him to lie down on the bed and raise his legs. He seems quite apprehensive at first but ends up doing it anyway. You then move closer to his ass. "You know, I'm not a bottom..." You ignore the ogre's comments and grab the ogre's legs to help him keep them up (what with each of them weighting about as much as you do), and then dig right into his crack. Raw, manly ogre musk fills your nostrils, and it does not take much for your mouth to start to water and your tongue to start lapping at the hole right in front of you. <<else>> You ask him to lie down on the bed and then stand on top of him. Lightly, you move one foot over to his cock and start stroking it. "You know, I'm not a bottom..." So he says, and yet, you can still see him getting harder and harder as you continue stoking. However, sensing his continued apprehension, you then lie on his stomach and tease his tip with your hole, while at the same time continuing to masturbate him with your feet. This does the trick, as the ogre's penis starts to get excited at the thought of a potential hole, even when both you and him know that the thing won't ever be able to fit inside of you. <</if>> It does not take long for the ogre to start to precum. You get on top of the ogre's crotch, making sure that it's comfortable for him, and hold the cock firmly against your chest. Meanwhile, your own, pathetic-by-comparison dick lies in between you and him. The ogre does not get what you're trying to do until you start to frot. Well, more like masturbating him with your body given the circumstances. The ogre closes his eyes and starts to thrust, taking you up and down along his length. As the movement continues, you start to notice that his tip is often close to your own, so you take the opportunity to start making out with it. Licking over the slit when possible, until at last, he comes all over your chest. Spent, he hands you over a couple of tissues to clean up before going to sleep. Cradling you in his arms... [[The next morning.|BouncerEnd3]]

You push the button and water starts to flow. The orc pushes his hands in to get them wet. "Soap," he orders. You've no idea how much he needs, but with such big hands as his, you start pushing the dispenser over and over before depositing the gel on the orc's hands. Without waiting for an order, you immediately turn the faucet on again and wait for him to finish. For a moment, you thought that maybe this charade would be over, but no dice. The orc looks mildly peeved at you. You take out a few paper towels and proceed to slowly caress the orc's hands until they're no longer dripping wet. You turn around to throw the towels away when you feel the orc's hand on your head. "Good boy." His words of praise touch you, way more than they should. "Now, let's go." You try to hurry next to his side, but he stops you on your tracks. You then look at the scowl on his face as he points down towards his boots. This all felt so familiar... What are you going to do? [[Get on all fours.|Couch][$tempVar = 2; $pet += 1]] [[Maybe try something more risque.|Couch][$tempVar = 1; $pig += 1]] [[Take a third option?|Couch][$tempVar = 3]]

You could push the button to turn the faucet on, yes, but another idea comes to your mind. You slowly reach out for one of the orc's hands, which you now realize are about twice the size of your own, and move it closer to your face, pressing it against your nose. ''Sniff...'' You take a look at the orc's bewildered face, but one look after lets you know that he seems to be enjoying it. So, you start to lap at the orc's palm before trailing your tongue along the digits. Then, without even asking, you start to suck one of his fingers. A smile appears on the orc's face, letting you know that your plan was successful. So successful in fact, that he starts to push in his finger even deeper in your mouth. "Make sure to clean them through, pig." You gag but continue dutifully doing your task until the hand is clean. The orc offers his other one, but when you complain that your throat is too dry after what you just did, he tilts your head and spits inside your mouth. "There, no more excuses." After inspecting both hands, the orc smiles. "Good boy. Now, let's go." The orc turns the pocket on the back of his pants inside out and heads on over to the door. He opens the door and looks back, noticing that you are still in the same place as before. This all felt so familiar... The orc rolls his eyes and seems to be ready to move on with or without you. The question is, how are you going to follow him? [[Get on all fours.|Couch][$tempVar = 2; $pet += 1]] [[Maybe try something more risque.|Couch][$tempVar = 1; $pig += 1]] [[Take a third option?|Couch][$tempVar = 3]]

You head straight for the door without even given the orc a second glance. To ask you to wash his hands? Just who does he think he is? The nerve of some people... You start your way out of the club, but halfway through the dance floor, you stop to clarify your thoughts. Sure, the orc might have an inflated ego (and let's not mention the fact that he was, well, an orc), but you couldn't help but have second thoughts about it. In many ways, he was the kind of guy you usually fell for. Big, dominant, non-human... And while his attitude might be a little bit too much for you, it's not like you two were going to get married. It was just one night of fun, that's all. Hell, from what you'd seen from the guy, he might not even get to see the look of regret on your face the morning after. Do you really want to leave just like that? [[Okay, maybe one last chance...|WashingChoice4]] [[Yeah, no, fuck that. You're out of here!|Outside]]

You sigh and head back to the bathroom door and wait. The orc comes out and glowers at you. "What do you want?" You try to apologize to the angry man<<if $pet + $pig > 2 or $outfitMemory == true>>. You lie about how sudden and intimidating the whole situation was (which was true, just not in the way you were spinning it), and that you wanted to see if you still had a chance with him. Luckily for you, you did not need to get to the whole //I'll do anything// spiel as the orc soon started to smile. "Yeah, my presence can sometimes be too... overpowering." He starts to subtly flex, and you rush over to compliment him on his muscles, and in how insignificant you are compared to him. And them. The more you denigrate yourself, the more the orc grins. This all felt so familiar... "Okay, I gues I can give you another chance. But do not squander it, bug." With you now back in his graces, the question araises on how do you plan to follow him. After all, you're already on thin ice and don't want to risk annoying the orc again... [[Get on all fours.|Couch][$tempVar = 2; $pet += 1]] [[Maybe try something more risque.|Couch][$tempVar = 1; $pig += 1]] [[Take a third option?|Couch][$tempVar = 3]] <<else>>, but it is all in vain. The orc leaves, having had enough of you and your attitude. [[Dejected, you decide to call it quits for tonight...|Outside]] <</if>>

<<switch $tempVar>> <<case 1>> Second thoughts come to your mind as you slowly approach the orc. He gives you a quizzical look before you quickly reach out to the orc's bulge and grab it. You look up and see him smile, and then move your hand inside his zipper. Without saying a word, the orc starts to move with you, intentionally or not, following right beside him. You can see the looks of all humans and creatures as you walk around, some werewolves even calling you over. You blush, but focus on following the orc until, at last, he stops. <<case 2>> You gulp and drop on your knees. Looking up, you see the orc give you an approving nod before dropping the rest of your body. With your head down, the only things you can see are the floor, your shaking arms, and the tops of the orc's combat boots. Without saying a word, the boots move and you crawl after them, glad that you're not able to see any of the looks the rest of the club-goers give you. You just focus on following the leather pair until they finally stop. <<default>> You're paralyzed with indecision. On one hand, you didn't want to come across as too submissive; but on the other, you still wanted to seem... Your thoughts are interrupted when the orc puts one arm around you and presses you closer against him as he walks you around the club. With your eyes being completely filled by the green of the orc's chest, except for the few dark spots on his nipple, you slowly follow the orc until he finally stops. <</switch>> You look around, it seems like you are in the VIP section of the club. Multiple tops and their boys are sitting around. Some chatting, some abusing their lesser counterparts. The orc sits on a nearby couch and smirks at you. [[Making you wonder what plans he has for you.|Couch2]]

<<if $pig + $pet > 4>> <<set $oncouch = false>> "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in position, boy." The orc points down to the spot right in between his legs, and multiple thoughts go over your head. Maybe you should tell him no. Maybe you should go and find someone else. Or maybe... You just blush and get in position. Like the good boy you are. <<set $couchbj = ($pig > $pet)>> <<if $couchbj>> You sit on the ground in front of the orc, unsure of what he expects you to do until you feel his rough hand grab the back of your head and push you right against his bulge. You blush and look up to see the orc talking with the waiter as he rubs your face all over his crotch. A motion that you continue yourself even after he stops paying attention to you after his drink arrives. You try lapping at the leather jock. Rubbing your face against it. Even kneading at it. All in order to free its contents, or at the very least please your superior. You stop for a moment and look up to see the orc enjoying his drink before a tapping of his foot on your leg reminds you that you're supposed to be entertaining him. Time passes and while the orc has remained mostly the same, your attempts have greatly slowed down. You stop again, tired from playing with the orc's bulge, when you see him lower his hand to unbutton the jock; his dick and balls flopping down for your eyes to see. <<else>> The orc puts one boot on your lap and uses you as a lever to take it off before repeating it with the other one. The air starts to fill with orc musk and sweat, not only from the now-freed scent coming from the footwear, but also from the feet on your lap. You can hear as the orc snaps his fingers and tells something to the waiter, and once his drink arrives, he lifts one foot and presses it against your chest. You look up and see the orc enjoying his drink before a tapping on your chest reminds you that you're supposed to do other things. Thus, you grab the green sole in front of you start to knead on it. The orc's face is neutral, but relaxed, so you assume that you took the right action and continue kneading the foot. Time passes and while the orc has remained mostly the same, you're now serving as his footrest. One foot firmly placed on top of your back while the other one lies on the floor. Right below your head... <</if>> <<else>> "How about if we get more comfortable..." <<set $oncouch = true>> The orc points at the spot to his right and you take a seat, soon feeling the weight of his arm falling on your shoulders. He then snaps his fingers and a waiter comes. He orders a bottle of whiskey, for himself. He orders you a spritz, whether you wanted it or not... Drinks arrive and the orc pushes his glass against you. Getting the hint, you open the bottle and serve the orc, who downs the glass before pushing the glass against you again. No words of thanks escape his mouth. Time (and more than one bottle) passes, with you and the orc getting closer and closer. Not before long, you find yourself with your head on the orc's chest, right next to his armpit, while he's playing with your crotch using only one thick finger. You look up at the orc and see him enjoying the music and your company (or so you'd like to think), before diverting your gaze back to his pit. <</if>> With the orc's tantalizing flesh right in front of you, what do you do? [[Taste it!|Couch3][$pig += 1; $tempVar = 1]] [[Content yourself in another way|Couch3][$pet += 1; $tempVar = 2]] [[Resist your subby urges.|Couch3][$tempVar = 3]]

<<switch $tempVar>> <<case 1>> You close your eyes and <<if $oncouch == true>>gently nudge the orc's arm aside. While your //muzzle// gets in the way, you still try your best to lap at the exposed pit. <<elseif $couchbj == true>>grab the orc's cock. You open your //muzzle// and let it go in little by little.... <<else>>lower your head until your //muzzle// hits the floor. Then, you start to lap at the sole before putting one digit inside your mouth. <</if>> The orc's taste assaults your buds like never before. Drool starts forming the more you taste, meanwhile your brain empties the more you do so. Gone from your mind are all the worries. Gone is the fact that he is an orc. Gone is your current living situation. The one and only thing right now in your mind is how to best serve. It had been such a long time since you had experienced a high like this. This taste... In fact, this very specific taste... <<case 2>> You close your eyes and <<if $oncouch == true>>gently nudge the orc's arm aside to let your //snout// rest comfortably in the orc's pit. <<elseif $couchbj == true>>grab the discarded jockstrap and push it against your //snout//. <<else>>grab one of the discarded boots and push your //snout// in until it's all completely inside. <</if>> The orc's scent assaults your nostrils like never before. What you intended to be just one or two quick sniffs, soon turn out into an entire session as you get drunk on him. You start to get hard and drool just from the smell alone. It had been such a long time since you had experienced a high like this. This scent... In fact, this very specific scent... <<default>> You shake your head. No, you will not succumb to your base instincts. You will not submit to the orc more than you have done so already! After all, all your problems started when... The last time that you... <</switch>> Long repressed memories start coming back to you, and that's when you realize why this all seemed so familiar. Why //he// felt so familiar. Could it be... "Azrak!" [[A voice shouts out from behind you.|Couch4]]

A red, thin-yet-still-muscular troll is fast approaching along with a chubby, blue oni. The orc takes another sip of his drink before greeting the couple. "Nice seeing you here!" "Hah, as if I were to be somewhere else on leather night." "True, true." The troll laughs. "And who's this?" The oni asks. "I don't know." The orc pats your head as he addresses the newcomers. "Saw the stray mutt in the bathroom and decided to take him for myself." <<if $oncouch>> The troll then sits right next to you, sandwhiching you between him and Azrak. "Well, hi there, cutie. Mind trying some troll? I promise you that you won't regret it!" <<else>> The troll then sits right next to the orc and tilts your head so you're looking at him. "Damn, just how do you always keep finding all these sub guys? Mind if I play with him next?" <</if>> The oni looks at the troll with disapproval while the latter continues his animated chat. Not that you'd notice any of those looks. Or the many comments that the troll and orc made about you. Or the way that the trio manhandled you as time went on. No. Instead, all of your thoughts were focused on one single thing. [[It was him all along...|Backstory]]

Azrak Brigh. If you took every single movie stereotype about jocks, you'd get Azrak Brigh. Confident, powerful, charming... all except for one, that is. Azrak, while self-centered and arrogant, was also quite self-aware of who and what he was, and of the effect he had on other people. Whatever Azrak wanted, he'd get it. One way or another. And whoever he wanted... well, there's a reason that //he// became the bane of your existence throughout your college years. It all started so simple. One day he approached you while you were stuffing your books inside your locker. He was scowling as he looked at you. "Come," he ordered, likely seeing you as more of a follower. And follow you did. That was the day when your living hell as the orc's manservant started. From then on, you waited on hand and foot for him (sometimes literally). Any need, any desire that the orc had, you fulfilled. No matter how cruel or humiliating it was. In one word, Azrak had become your world. And while the orc would occasionally get a new slave now and then, you seemed to be his favorite victim. You vividly remembered... [[Relieving him during classes.|Backstory2][$pig += 1; $tempVar = 1]] [[Serving him at the dorms.|Backstory2][$pet += 1; $tempVar = 2]] [[Being a "pledge" at his frat.|Backstory2][$tempVar = 3]]

<<switch $tempVar>> <<case 1>> You had known of Azrak before that fatidic day. The two of you shared a few classes together, and while you had admired the big man from time to time, you didn't pay much attention to him. //He must be straight, anyway.// However, that all changed when you became his... Toy? Pet? Slave? It no longer mattered what you enrolled for. Once you became... //his//, you were only allowed to take classes if Azrak was taking them as well. You did the orc's homework, carried his books from class to class, and even helped him... //relax//. One particular day came to mind. You were both at Mr. Horace's class. While the goblin droned on and on about tax law, you struggled to pay attention and not gag as the orc pulled you in closer. Mr. Horace had not paid a second thought at another one of your "absences", completely oblivious that you had been there all along and under the orc's desk, giving him a blowjob. You gagged again, still getting used to deepthroating the orc's meat, and Azrak smiled. He liked when you were struggling. At last, he came. You didn't count how many times he did just on this very same class, but he was finally going soft. A few drops fell on the floor, but you didn't care much about that. What mattered was that you had a small time to rest, and also to pay attention to the class as you knew that this would be on the exam, and you knew better than letting the orc down on again. However, this particular day, Mr. Horace asked the orc to stay after class, and thus, you as well. The goblin had noticed the look on the Azrak's face, and the scent of those few drops that you had chosen not to swallow had more than given everything away. Mr. Horace threatened to expel you both for this, but the orc came up with a better bargain. The goblin lowered his pants and you crawled towards him, nuzzling on his cock and ensuring that this would remain between the three of you; and from then on, you became the orc's bargaining chip, used to carter favor against several faculty members while still being responsible for doing his homework, etc. After all, there's only so much //grade// that your human skills could buy you. <<case 2>> Azrak and you did not share a room, dorm, or even frat. Officially, that is. He was the son of a wealthy lawyer and was expected to follow on his footsteps, so he did not need to share lodgings with anyone. You, on the other hand, you could not afford that kind of luxury, and even if you could have, you wanted to experience the "true" college life. However, one thing that you did not expect was that while the orc liked to humiliate you in any way he thought possible, he also preferred to do so when there were other people nearby. You had chosen a mixed human/non-human dorm, wanting to break out of your bubble, completely unaware of how those relationships tended to end. Non-humans were bigger, tougher, and more dominant, so it was not uncommon to start seeing couples as time went on where the human partner would end up submitting to one of the non-humans living there. So, while it was not a written rule, it was sort of expected that humans in such dorms would all end up being owned one day or another. In fact, you wondered if maybe this was one of the reasons Azrak had approached you in the first place. One particular day came to mind. Azrak and his friends (all from outsider the dorm) had decided to come to your place to watch the latest sportsball game. It was the last of the season, so you could expect the loud crowd to stay there for several hours. You did not have a TV, something that Azrak knew well, which meant that the five-or-so of you would have to watch it in the common area. Once you got there, you tried to be the best host that you could be. You refilled the snack trays, brought over beers every so often, and cleaned up after them. That is, until the game started. Once it did, Azrak called you over and, without asking, pulled you down on your knees. There, you served as the guests' table to hold their food, only being able to "take a rest" during half-times, and that was only to serve them more food which would also end up on your back as soon as the game restarted. As the time went by, more and more people arrived, and you were expected to serve all of them. Human and non-human alike. You had at last become the lowest man on the totem pole. You don't know when it started, but eventually you ended up shining other people's shoes, being used in party games, and finally, as Azrak's personal foot stool. Someone joked around that maybe he should put a collar you, and he smirked. "You know what? I think I will." <<default>> When Azrak decided to join a fraternity, you thought that you'd finally get rid of him. Or at least, that you'd be left alone during the times he was there. After all, Omicron-Rho-Kappa was known for having a strict "No humans" policy. You were wrong. When Azrak tried to join, he did not go through any kind of hazing. //You// did. Every mean, degrading, or laborious task that he was asked to do, you did it in his stead. Everyone knew about it, and yet he was still accepted. It puzzled you then, but now, you can sort of see their reasoning. If a pledge is asked to clean the bathrooms and they use their toothbrush, it's the pledge who gets the credit. Not the toothbrush. And that's what you were, Azrak's toothbrush. No, scratch that, you even used your own toothbrush for that task, so you were not even high enough in the totem pole to consider yourself that... From then on, you spent a lot of time in the frat house serving Azrak and your "brothers". You would never be part of the fraternity itself, and no matter how many pledges came and went, you would always be the human butler of the house. Soon your presence became routine, and people started paying you less and less attention. You were there to serve, not to be seen or taken into account after all. Except for Azrak, that is. One particular day came to mind. It was laundry day, and, of course, that meant that you had a few dozens of dirty laundry baskets to go through. You were folding Azrak's clothes when something caught your attention in between all that locker room smell. Looking around, you managed to find the culprit. One of the orc's jockstraps was on the floor and, out of habit, you brought it up your face and smelled it. It seemed to have fallen off the basket and remained unwashed. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" You turned around and saw Azrak leaning against the entrance to the washing room. The orc moved closer and teased you on it. Asking if that was what you always did during laundry. Asking you how it smelled. Asking you if you enjoyed it... He'd leave you there, telling (ordering?) you to take the jockstrap with you. Saying that you could return it after you had cleaned it. Unaware that this would be the last time you'd meet. That is, until today... <</switch>> After remembering all this, you couldn't help but feel... <<if $tempVar ==1>>[[Excited.|Backstory3][$pig += 1; $youEnjoyed = true]]<<elseif $tempVar ==2>>[[Flustered.|Backstory3][$pet += 1; $youEnjoyed = true]]<<else>>[[Aroused.|Backstory3][$youEnjoyed = true]]<</if>> [[Ashamed.|Backstory3][$youEnjoyed = false]]

<<if $youEnjoyed == true>> Regardless of the way he treated you, during those years you felt... content? Happy? You liked feeling used. Useful. You liked the way he looked at you. Wanted. You... you liked him. That's the reason why you never told anyone about what happened between the two of you, and why when people asked if everything was okay, you always said //yes//. No matter how much he mistreated you, it all just felt... right. Like you belonged. <<else>> You knew from the beginning the orc was bad news. You knew you had to say something. You knew that... It didn't matter now. While, yes, there were so many things that you could have done back then, you were young. And stupid. And horny. And while you have no way of knowing what would have happened if you had stood up for yourself back then, it was all in the past now. You liked to think that you had learnt from your experiences back then, and yet you somehow found yourself pressing against the very same orc that had been the root of all your misfortunes... <</if>> Inevitably, your grades started to fall, and you had to leave college (not that that'd stop you from accruing loans to pay). You were forced to take several dead-end jobs to make ends meet, but, eventually, you reached a point in your life where you could say that you were stable. Azrak, on the other hand, had graduated top of his class and went on to work at his father's firm. He quickly raised to the ranks and there were rumors that he was being considered to become a partner. You did not doubt them. If the orc was good at something, it was at manipulating people into giving him what he wanted, so you were sure he'd be great as a lawyer (though not one you'd ever want to face against). [[Who would have thought that this is how you'd meet 10 years later?|Backstory4]]

You come back to your senses. <<if $pet + $pig >= 5 or $youEnjoyed == true>> <<if $oncouch ==true>>You find yourself lying on the couch with your head resting on Azrak's lap. The orc is still drinking, not paying any attention to you.<<else>>You find yourself lying on the ground, your head resting against the tip of the orc's boot and a familiar taste on your mouth.<</if>> You groggily get up, and once you straighten up, the orc places one arm on your shoulders again. You look around and ask him about his friends. "They're gone. It's only the two of us now." You close your eyes and press your head against his chest. His heartbeat starts to lull you into sleep when the orc speaks again. "Come. I know a place where we can be more //comfortable//." While you'd like to think that he's talking about a place where you could get some sleep, the way he's looking at you, and the direction he pointed to, let you know that he has other plans for you. What do you do? [[Agree to follow the orc.|DarkRoom]] [[Call it a night.|Outside]] <<else>> <<if $oncouch ==true>>You find yourself staring at a wall of red flesh. A nipple on your mouth. Surprised, you try to back up, but find that the troll's grip is too strong. "Oh, what's the matter? You were really getting into it." "Maybe he's tired?" The oni says. "Not surprising given how long he took with you..." <<elseif $couchbj == true>> You gulp, or rather, you try to but start to gag as it dawns on you what that feeling in your throat is... "Oh, what's the matter? You were really getting into it." "Maybe too big?" The oni says. "C'mon, if he can take you then he should not have problems with me..." <<else>> Your neck starts to ache and you try to pull yourself up. All in vain as it seems your snout is stuck in something. A quick sniff and you realize what it might be... The troll lowers his feet from your neck, letting you move your head out of the troll's boot. "Oh, what's the matter?" "Maybe you shouldn't have used his neck as a foot rest." The oni says. "Look who's talking? At least I only have one foot on him!" <</if>> Just how long have you been like that... You look around. There seems to be no signs of Azrak anywhere, and then turn towards the troll and the oni (who's rubbing one of the troll's feet), but the latter looks away from you. You ask them what happened with the orc. "Oh, you mean Azrak? He left a long time ago. Found some other //tail//." The oni jabs at the troll. "What? It's true!" The oni rolls his eyes and continues to rub while you ponder your situation. You're not exactly sure if this how you thought your night would go, but in a way, you kind of feel relieved that things did not go any further than they did. You're not sure what would have happened if you had gone back to the mental state that you had so many years ago. "Anyway," the troll says, "Borzul and I were talking and... what do you think about maybe having some fun? With us instead." "Grognar..." The troll signals to the oni. "No, babe, just let him answer first." What do you do? [[Agree to the troll's proposition.|CoupleEnd]] [[Just call it a night.|Outside]] <</if>>

You follow the orc closely to the back of the club while several thoughts cross on your mind. //Why?// //Did you do the right thing?// And perhaps most important of all, //what if...// Azrak opens the door to the dark room. It's very standard for the Libero. A mirror, one bed with plastic sheets, a myriad of toys and lube on a nearby shelf, and a sling hanging down from the ceiling. You go in after the orc, closing the door behind you. Once you turn back, you see Azrak sitting on the bed and looking right at you. He raises one hand at you, and you grab it, sliding off the open glove before kissing his fingers. "Looks like someone's eager." He grabs your chin and you move your head so you can suck on his thumb. "And trained to boot." Of course he'd think that. Even when you tried new things with other people, you always went back to the basics that Azrak had drilled down your skull during college. Something which even your new partners seemed to appreciate. The only way you knew to truly please someone was by treating them the same way the orc liked to be treated. It was always the same. You started pampering their hands and feet to get them in the mood. You then moved on to their chest, undressing it before making your way downwards. While some people liked to have their legs played with, you knew Azrak was not one of them. He liked when you played with his feet because he knew it humiliated you, not because he enjoyed it. Luckily for you, the leather jockstrap he was wearing could be opened without removing his chaps, and thus you did. Getting your face full of musk before starting to polish his balls with your tongue. "Remind me to thank your trainer for this." Reminding... You hoped (dreaded?) that the reason Azrak had approached you today was because he knew it was you. That he knew you would be here. That he'd... take you back. Yet, you knew that it was not possible. Even if he had been stalking you, what were the odds that he would have recognized you with your hood on. As far as he knew, you were just another slutty human hungry for non-human cock, and you could leave it at that. Just a night of passionate sex with the man who had been the torment of your life. But the question still burned through your mind. Will you ask Azrak about your shared past? [[Ask him.|Ask]] [[Best let sleeping dogs lie.|DontAsk]]

"Great!" The troll shouts. "See? I told you that he'd be up to it." The oni rolls his eyes, but does not protest. Loudly. After helping Grognar put his boots back on, he leads the two of you to the back of the club where the dark rooms are. You follow closely behind Borzul, taking quick glances at the oni every now and them. He seems to be annoyed at the situation, and once he catches your looks, you turn away and stare at the floor until you arrive at your destination. The room is very standard for the Libero. A mirror, one bed with plastic sheets, a myriad of toys and lube on a nearby shelf, and a sling hanging down from the ceiling. "Well," the troll turns towards you. "What are you waiting for? Get ready." You don't know what //ready// means, but you start to take off your clothes. In the corner though, you can see the oni pouting. "I don't know about this, Grog..." "Babe, didn't you tell me that you wanted to know how it felt to top?" "Yeah, but I meant topping you!" Grognar walks closer to Borzul and gives him a big hug. "Oh, babe..." [[Meanwhile, you continue undressing...|CoupleEnd2]]

<<if $pig > $pet>> After you're "ready", Grognar comes back and puts an arm on your shoulder as he leads you towards the sling. He then slowly lowers you until you're hanging up in the air before cuffing your ankles to leave your hole exposed. You continue swinging as the troll walks over to his partner and brings him towards you. <<else>> After you're ready, Grognar comes back and puts and arm on your shoulder as he leads you towards the bed. He then slowly lowers you before going back to get his partner. Once the two of them are right behind you, Grognar helps Borzul pull up your legs, leaving your hole exposed to the pair. <</if>> The oni starts to rub your hole with his thumb. "I don't think it's going to fit..." "Nonsense!" The troll quickly puts one hand inside your mouth and pushes it in and around. Once it's wet enough, he takes it out as swiftly as before and then uses it to lubricate the oni's dick. "It might be a tight fit, but it fits. You only need to be careful." "But--" "No buts!" Grognar says before slapping his partner's ass. Once both you and Borzul are wet enough, the troll guides his partner's cock and you try to not clench [[as the thick meat pushes its way inside your ass.|CoupleEnd3]]

"See? Told you it'd fit." <<if $pig > $pet>> The troll moves over to the other side of the swing and sticks his dick in your mouth. "Now, you have to be careful so it does not slide out. Just try to follow my lead." "Okay..." Grognar starts to thrust in and you feel as you swing to the opposite side of the sling where Borzul is waiting for you. However, once you start swinging back to the troll, you do not really feel him moving until you're almost all the way back and the two of them thrust you at the same time. "Sorry..." "That's okay, babe." Grognar pushes his cock further inside you as he leans over to kiss his partner. "Let's try again." The pair continue swinging you, or more like compressing you. While you would have wanted to swing wildly side-to-side while being impaled on both ends, the truth is that most of the time you're just getting pressed as they go in and out in tandem. <<else>> "So, now what?" Grognar starts rubbing his chin before he rushes over to a lube bottle. "Just try to follow my lead, okay?" You look over to the mirror and see as the troll lubes his dick before getting inside his partner. He hugs him from behind and starts to thrust, pushing Borzul and his dick along with him. "Nice and slow, just try to follow my rhythm." "Okay..." You go along with Borzul's (Grognar's?) thrusts, slow at first, but soon starting to pick up on speed. You look up once the oni starts to moan and notice the troll kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. <</if>> "I-I think I'm going to come," the oni says. "Me too, babe." The pair grunts, and they both lean over for a kiss. "I love you." "I love you too." Meanwhile, your insides continued to get coated in white while your dick rested hard and unattended. You were left blue-balled that day, but the pair ensured that that would not happen the next few times that you met. It did not take long until you moved in with them and became an official part of the couple. With Grognar on top, Borzul sometimes bottoming along with you, and the occasional surprise visit from a friend or two, you can't say that you regret that one time you decided on a whim to go to the Libero... ''Ending: Three's Company.''

You're too... //sub// to ask him directly, so you ask him instead if he ever had a "special" someone in his past. "Not really," he answers. <<if $youEnjoyed == true and ($outfitMemory == true or $pig + $pet >= 7)>> To be honest, you didn't know-- "Well, there might have been someone," he says. "I wouldn't really call him //special//, but boy, did he know how to follow orders. A born and bred sub if I say so myself." Could it be... You ask him if the things that the two of you just did reminded him of that person. Azrak squints his eyes and lifts your chin. He starts to inspect you, and you turn your gaze away. Then, with more softness than he had ever shown you before, [[he takes off your hood...|Remember1]] <<else>> To be honest, you didn't know what you expected. Of course, //you// were not special to him. You were a pet. His property. Just something to get him off or fulfill whatever twisted fantasy he had. So, you change your question, to know if he had ever had someone treat him like this before. He snorts. "Hah, if only..." //Really? No one?// Dejected, [[you went back to sucking his cock.|DontAsk]] <</if>>

You focus on getting him off. Back in the day, you could do so under five minutes if you really focused, but your tired mouth reminded you of your lack of practice. Who'd know that years of not serving the man would one day come back to haunt you? Azrak ball's start to contract, and you ready yourself for what's to come when you feel his thumb under your chin. "Not yet." The orc then lifts you and sets you down on his crotch, your clothes being the only thing stopping him from penetrating you. He stares at your eyes while petting you. "Good job there, pup, but I have something else in mind." The orc stands up and pushes you towards the sling, letting you fall softly. With just one hand, he starts to tie your wrists and ankles, while using the other one to stroke himself and keep the erection going. Once you're firmly secured and at the right height, he pulls you closer. "Bet you've never had a cock like this before." You had, but you say nothing. Instead, you just close your eyes and try to relax as you know what's coming next. The orc impales you in one go (probably thinking that you blowing him counted as lubrication), but that was not surprising. If there was one thing you learned in college, it was how to have sex with one very specific orc. You swing back and forth in tandem with the orc's thrusts, the pendulum motion slamming him further inside you than usual. Not even your thoroughly trained body was used to handling the extra length, so you clench every time it happens. You continue to act as the orc's rag doll until he abruptly stops you at the end of your last swing. You knew him, there would be no "//I'm coming//" or anything like that. After all, you don't warn an onahole when you're done using it, do you? Azrak closes his eyes and you feel as the warm liquid flooded your insides, shortly followed by a pop as he leaves you. The orc leans down to the nearby table, and you take your time to recover. At least it was all over now. [[Or was it?|OrcBadEnd]]

Azrak moves your face and hair around. He opens your mouth and looks at your teeth. He even taps you in certain parts, making you feel more like a pet being examined at a contest, until, at last, his eyes go wide open. He then puts his fingers under your hood and pulls it off. "You..." A smile starts to form on his lips. "About damn time you decided to come back." You try to turn your head away, but he holds it hard and stops you, so you only turn your gaze away. Ashamed, but of what? Of going back into his clutches? Or of having left him before? He pulls you in on what you'd call an awkward hug. You close your eyes and start to take in his scent, but you come back to your senses once you notice his thumb starting to probe you from behind, and you relax to ease its entry. "Just like I remember. Tell me, did you keep it loose all this time just for me? Or are you that much of a slut for orc cock?" Either? Both? It didn't matter anyway. To him you were nothing more than a hole he trained ages ago to fit him, and him alone. To you, you were... Azrak lifts you and puts you on his lap. You look at him as he points down, letting you know all you need. Just like before, you gently grab his cock and guide it towards your hole. It is dry except for whatever saliva was left on it from when you were sucking him before, but he had not ordered you to lube it. You stand up a little and then slowly impale yourself on his rod until it was all inside you. Your innards rearrange around the orc's cock, leaving no empty space behind. [[The perfect slot for his tab.|Remember2]]

You continue to catch your breath for a few moments when you notice something. Azrak has yet to let you down from the slings. You swing around, looking for him, when you finally catch a glimpse of him sitting on the bed. From what you can see, he was already all dressed up and doing something on his phone. "That was good," he says, and you wait for him to say the words. That it was over. That you were free to go. Or any of the other variations he always said after he was done with you. "But the fun's just getting started." The orc leans down and grabs something. You're not able to see what it is, but just feel as he drags it under your legs and butt. Once he's done, he spins you around so you can watch yourself in the mirror. //Use Me//. //Free Hole//. <<if $pig > $pet>>//Pig//.<<else>>//Non-human slut//.<</if>> A tally counter ran along your leg, where Azrak has already put his mark. You look at him wide-eyed and he smirks before taking out a blindfold. "You'll be a good pup, won't you?" You gulp and nod before he puts the blindfold on you, shortly followed by a ball gag inside your hood. Prepped and ready to use, you lie in wait until you hear the door open and people start to come in. "This will be a night to remember." And, as always, he was right. //You// would forever remember... ''Ending: Certified pre-owned pup.''

Azrak reclines back until his back is lying against the bed frame, and he gets comfortable. He then snaps his fingers, and you start to grind yourself on his crotch. After all, you were there to please him, not the other way around, and there was no way that he'd put in more effort on this than he needed to. You close your eyes and grind. It hurts, but you grind. You open your eyes again to see complete bliss on the orc's face, and thus, you grind. You continue to grind until the moment when the orc grabs your hips and slams you down hard, keeping you in place as his seed floods your insides. Once he's done, he taps you to the side and you fall onto the bed, your ass leaking cum all over it. The orc stands up and pets you before scooping some of the leaking fluid with his fingers and moving them to your mouth. You open it and the fingers go in. "Don't waste anything, you know." And know you did. <<if $outfitMemory == true and $pig + $pet >= 7>> <<include "OrcBestEnd">> <<else>> <<include "OrcGoodEnd">> <</if>>

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