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“I want ta thank you again for help here, Fjord.” Pumat Sol said. The firebolg’s breath trickled against the half-orc’s neck and curled up his chin. Fjord tried not to focus on how pleasant it felt and instead on just keeping still as the shopkeep leaned over him to examine the device. “Not too many folk are interested in helpin’ to test out a new magical sex toy.”
Fjord releases a small, nervous laugh. “Right,” he said, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. Steadied breaths rhythmically moved in and out as he tried to keep his heart still. Sexual experience certainly wasn’t Fjord’s forte. Of course he would be nervous. “And…you’re certain this will pay for that new magic ring? In full?” Anything to replace the useless fire one.
“You betcha’.” Pumat’s fingers continued to fasten the weighted object around Fjord’s neck. It was a collar, per say, but with some arcane enhancements that the half-orc wasn’t well-versed enough to understand. Bronze studs lined the bottom, and gems were slotted into silver pockets embedded into the thick leather. It looked rather stylish, admittedly. And oddly comfortable. Fjord might even consider it a potential accessory if it weren’t for the odd flickers of color that sometimes filtered his vision. Probably just light bouncing through the gems and up into his eyes, surely.
Fjord felt the collar shift around his neck before it was finally buckled into place. It was a snug fit, but the extra weight felt grounding, in a way. Fjord didn’t hate it. “There we go!” Pumat exclaimed as he straightened up and brushed his hands together. “Should be just ‘bout ready to get started here.”
“That’s…that’s great.” Fjord reached up to run his fingers over the collar, wondering for the hundredth time what exactly it would do to him. So far? His head felt…a little spacey? It was like all his thoughts were free-floating inside of it. His consciousness was just a little fuzzy. “Say…Pumat? What exactly is this collar intended to do anyhow?”
“Hmm?” Pumat blinked as he peered back down at Fjord’s inquiring gaze. “Oh. It’s designed to induce some hypnotic effects in ta wearer there.”
Fjord paused as his mind soaked that in. “Come again?”
“Well, it’s hypnotizin’ you.”
…
Was it?
“Er…Pumat,” came Fjord’s sheepish response, one finger raised in a weak protest. “I believe…well, I’m fairly certain there might be something wrong with the design.”
“Oh. Is it not comfortable there?” Pumat asked, quirking an eyebrow as he leaned in to examine the collar.
“N-no. It’s just…I’m not quite sure it's working as intended.” His mouth curved up into a half-smile, that natural charisma leaking through as he tried to let Pumat down easy. “I’m afraid I’m just not hypnotized.”
“Is that right?” Pumat asked, genuine in his inquiry as he leaned down and delicately examined the device. And then that head lifted to stare right into Fjord’s eyes. It had the half-orc stiffening as he leaned back. After a brief moment, the firebolg’s expression eased as he smiled brightly. “Nope! Looks like everything is workin’ as intended.”
“Oh…,” Fjord mumbled. His mouth remained open in a potential response before thinking better of it and turning his gaze away. “That’s…that’s good.” Perhaps not the correct description for potentially being hypnotized without notice, but Fjord didn’t find himself too concerned with the concept. Maybe it was because he wasn’t hypnotized. He was certain of that, and he nervously fidgeted with his hands and tapped his foot as he wondered how much to press on the issue. Well…Pumat Sol was paying him for feedback, right?
Steadying himself, Fjord turned again to face the tall, looming firebolg. “Pumat, I don’t mean to protest much, but I really don’t think I’m being hypnotized right now.” He tapped the back of his hand against his knee to emphasize the words. “I mean, I’ve been influenced by enemies before. Many in my group have been. Charmed, brainwashed, have memories altered - I’ve seen and experienced a good share of it now. This…isn’t that.”
An amused chuckle tumbled so effortlessly from Pumat’s lips. He didn’t seem worried in the slightest. “Well, this is just a test. If it doesn’t end up workin’ then I’ll just have to take it back into ta shop and give it another look-over. In the meantime, just humor us for this test here and we’ll just uh…see how things go.” He patted Fjord’s shoulder with a reaffirming smile before turning back towards the rest of his shop. His simulacra clones are holding clipboards and quills off to the side as they await Pumat’s signal. “Alrighty then. Excuse me, Fjord, I gotta go grab a couple more test objects from the back, but my clones here will keep ya company while I’m gone. They’re gonna ask you some questions for the test, that’s all.”
Fjord gave a light sigh, relieved that his firebolg friend wasn’t taking his feedback too negatively. “Right. That…that I can do.” He nodded his head with some regathered determination. It was just questions, after all. It’d be a fine warm-up before…whatever comes next. “Thank you, Pumat.”
The firebolg gave a smile and a nod before disappearing into the shelves of his shop. One of the clones, Pumat One - he believed, stepped forward almost immediately. “First thing’s first here - how are you feeling there, Fjord?”
“Fine, I think,” Fjord said. He gave a small nod of his head as though to assure himself of the question. Yes, he was fine. Just…a little light-headed.
“Any dizziness or sluggishness?” Pumat Two asked.
“No. Not dizziness”. Or even light-headedness, Fjord decided. While his thoughts felt a little weightless, he wasn’t having trouble focusing on the questions being asked. It was more like…all the background noise had been removed. Everything normally residing in the back of his mind had cleared out - like his head had been emptied to set the stage. Thoughts were easy to summon up when he wanted them, but difficult to maintain. Not that Fjord fought to maintain them. No. He let them evaporate carelessly to leave his head all spacey for the next question.
“How about any other feelings up in that noggin’ of yours?” Pumat Three asked, tapping the quill gently against his own head.
“Oh…just relaxed, I guess.” Fjord frowned lightly as he tried to ponder on the sensation.
“Take off your shirt.”
Fjord first registers the cool breeze caressing his exposed skin, then the fact that his hands had acted without him realizing. That was fine, though. He couldn’t say it bothered him much - or anything for that matter. Even when the Pumats stepped forward and started touching him - hands sprawling across his back, palms squeezing down on his pecs, and fingers pinching his chin to tilt his head higher - Fjord couldn’t say he thought too much about it. About anything.
“Are you aroused at all there, Fjord?”
Ah. Right. They were testing a sex toy. “I…can’t say I am.” The half-orc admitted, a little sheepish.
“Have ya ever undressed in front of a crowd before?”
“Sure.” Fjord gave a nod of his head as he recalled his time with his crew. “Me and other sailors would often have to change our clothes in shared quarters below deck.”
“Did ya ever try and uh…catch a peek
“Occasionally.” Another secret out.
“Would ya ever consider undressing in this here store of ours?”
“Oh, no,” Fjord said, his voice stressing the words. “That is much too public of a space for me.”
“And ya sure you’re not hypnotized there, Fjord?”
“A hundred perc-...”
“Strip your pants.”
And Fjord did. He slid his thumbs into the waistband and pushed the clothing down over his wide, bulky waist. Bending low, he let the article pool around his ankles before stepping out and kicking them off to the side. For a brief moment, he became very aware of the way his underwear rode up between his legs and hugged his low-hanging bulge. That thought seemed to subside along with all the others. He wasn’t thoughtless, per se, but it was like a vignette had been placed around the fuzzy emptiness inside his head. Any ideas or information were blurred out at the edges until he needed them, and he didn’t need them. The space it left behind was oddly peaceful - like those times where you can just lay back, stare at the wall, and focus on absolutely nothing.
“Take that there underwear off too, Fjord.”
The fabric dropped easily, rolling down his meaty derriere and releasing his limp, orcish length. His balls hung low as they stuck to his legs. The cool air kissed his naked skin as he removed the article completely. Almost immediately, those hands were back on him. Pumat’s clones caressed and fondled his form with eager interest. One squeezed his round pecs before dragging his fingers in to tug harshly at the large nipples. A soft hum of confusion escaped Fjord’s lips as a tingling sensation coursed through his chest. Old-fashioned calipers pinched the tender flesh of his butt cheek, measuring its heft before moving on to the other. Fingers pushed past his lips and pressed down on his tongue with a small, flat cylinder. Fjord salivated around it for a minute or so before it was removed - a string of viscous spit connecting it to his parted lips. The Pumats mentioned something about initial measurements and recording possible changes in his physical form? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t mind anyhow, not even one Pumat Three pumped his cock until it was hard and leaking so he could take a quick measurement.
“Have ya ever fantasized about sex with another man?”
“Oh…well, here and there, I suppose.” It wasn’t something he’s ever admitted before, but now was as good a time as any.
“Would ya ever think about being the bottom?” Another asked, giving his rump a heavy slap.
Fjord winced. “Perhaps not. That’s not really in my wheelhouse…”
“You’re just a firm bottom there, aren’tcha?”
“...Again, it’s not my particular intere-...”
“You’d be a fine bottom fer another man, Fjord.”
“Pumat…is there a reason why…?”
“You’re interested in bottoming.”
“Oh,” Fjord replied, nodding his head like he had finally gotten the point, “I see. Right. Sorry about that. I understand now.”
“Would ya ever think about being the bottom?”
“With a man?” Fjord clarified. Once again, when asked a question, the thoughts were drawn from the fog with such ease. “Oh sure. I’d be interested.”
One of the Pumats crossed or checked a few boxes on their clipboard before scribbling down a quick note. “You shy about bein’ naked, Fjord?”
“Uh…well, I…yes. Probably. It may depend on the situation.”
“Would you normally be embarrassed about people gropin’ yer body?”
“Oh…yeah. That’s not something I’m…used to.” The sentences felt a little less coherent. He wasn’t struggling. Fjord was just taking his time. Why try to force out the words faster when the peaceful haze filling his mind was so wonderfully calming? He’d rather have that then whatever his brain was trying to conjure up.
“And how’s uh…that hypnosis process comin’ along there?”
“I really do…uh…hate to say it,” Fjord said, expressing softening into one of sympathy as Pumat Two spread his cheeks to quickly measure his rim, “but I’m not…I’m still not…”
“Kneel, Fjord.”
The half-orc dropped to his knees a little too quickly. His whole body jostled up and down from the impact, but there wasn’t an ounce of pain. The momentum caused the pooling saliva to spill over his lip. It drizzled down onto his chest in a thin stream, one that matched the fluids drooling from his bobbing dick.
“Fjord, do you feel the need to obey us?”
With a small frown, Fjord tried to summon up an answer. His eyebrows knitted together in light confusion. “What else…would I feel?” As though someone had just asked why the sky was blue or why he was choosing to breathe. It was just…how things were.
“And hypnotized?”
“Nope.” He popped the “P,” which just caused more saliva to gush out over his slickened lip. Fjord had the urge to wipe it up, but it was far too fleeting to act on it in time. Kneeling, still and pretty, as he waited for what was next seemed much more productive.
And what came next certainly didn’t disappoint. There was the sound of footsteps across the hardwood floor - one softer than that made by shoes. An exhale of breath followed the creak of a chair as a heavy weight settled down into it. “Alrighty here,” came a friendly, masculine voice. It was Pumat’s - the real Pumat’s. Fjord knew because there was always this richer and more authoritative sound to it - one the vast majority of people would never pick up on. Now, Fjord’s mind hung on every little sound. “Goggles on.” At the casual command, Fjord searched for a pair of lenses to strap onto his head, eagerly searching for a way to obey. It wasn’t until he saw the Pumat Clones all putting on purple-tinted goggles that he realized the order hadn’t been directed at him.
“Fjord. Look at me.”
That was definitely directed at him. The half-orc felt a pulse of heat go through his body at the soft but demanding tone. He eagerly turned his head, so very willing to obey every word Pumat uttered. What else was he supposed to do? It was just natur….
Fjord’s mind stuttered - like the last thought had been crossed out entirely, not even given a chance to reach completion. The half-orc’s eyes noted Pumat’s goggles, and then the lack of anything else. His eyes raked quickly over the large, fuzzy form. There were certainly more details to appreciate, but none of them mattered - not compared to the 9-inch tall erection towering up from between his beefy legs.
The half-orc’s eyes froze there, unwilling to leave it. His attention and focus suddenly zeroed in on the throbbing pillar of flesh. A soft groan escaped Fjord’s lips as Pumat’s cock seemed to penetrate his mind. The way his thoughts had evaporated before was simply to clear the stage - to make room for the grand performer that deserved to occupy every bit of his consciousness. Fjord was powerless against it.
Before he had even realized, the half-orc had scrambled on all fours to get closer. Pumat amusingly spread his legs wider to make room. Fjord stopped once his face was inches from the beautiful erection. Any closer and he wouldn’t be able to appreciate it in full, and Fjord needed to appreciate it. His adoring eyes scaled down the massive length to ogle those heavy balls. Two plump orbs, the size of apples, hung neatly just beneath the length. A soft, fuzzy sac surrounded them, stretching tightly across each sphere. They were slightly damp too. The hair had absorbed the sweat, and Fjord’s nostrils flared as he tried to inhale the scent. Just the faintest whiff was too much. It immediately became his favorite smell, and the entirety of Pumat’s crotch seemed to exude it with pride. The firebolg flexed his dick, and those balls drew upward before falling back into place, sloshing with a heavy amount of sperm. Fjord’s breath shuddered.
Eagerly, he let his eyes trail back up. The base of Pumat’s member was thick and girthy - the diameter being about three thick fingers in length. The grayish blue fur trailed off into pinkish flesh, the transition hidden beneath a strange, pulsating purple ring that seemed to radiate magic…
No. It wasn’t Pumat’s cock. It wasn’t the firebolg’s handsome, perfect erection, so it had absolutely no room in his mind. To Fjord it might as well have been invisible.
The grayish blue fur trailed off into pinkish flesh, one that continued up for the entire length. The veins that coursed blood through the massive tower, keeping it hard and tall, were well pronounced. Fjord wanted to run his tongue over each individual bump in the flesh, memorizing every single one. The center of his cock swelled lightly, ballooning out to become a little thicker than the rest before tapering back down to the width of his girth. The thick semen-filled vein on the underside of his musky length pulsed, pushing a heavy droplet out past a wide slit. It rolled gently down the thick, shiny head before continuing slowly down the shaft, leaving a gleaming trail in its wake. Fjord watched it hypnotically, eyeing the thing as it fell further and further down Pumat’s perfect cock.
Without much thought, Fjord leaned forward and licked it up.
A moan spilled out past the half-orc’s open mouth. His whole body shuddered as saliva sloshed down onto Pumat’s balls. (He must have been drooling a lot, because his chest was an absolute mess.) Deliriously, he reached up and reverently cupped Pumat’s balls in his palm, rolling each orb around with gentle ministrations. His other hand glided up the shaft, following his tongue near the head before carressing back down the throbbing length. His lips adoringly dressed to Pumat’s slit in a loving and grateful kiss just before he encased the swollen tip in his warm, watery mouth. Fjord swallowed down the flavor, and he shivered terribly at the splash of pre that rewarded him.
His brain felt like it was boiling. His head felt hot as he tasted the sweaty skin and breathed in the earthy, herbal musk. He slipped off Pumat’s cock only temporarily, leaving the head a soaked mess, before beginning to kiss his way gingerly down the length. Each press of Fjord’s lips was loving and worshipful. He’s never wished to please something so thoroughly before - never sought to do so with such vigor. Now, it was all he wanted to do for as long as he lived. And somewhere deep down, Fjord knew he was being magically influenced. He understood, vaguely, that he was under some sort of spell. It mattered little to him. In fact, if Pumat’s cock was so perfect as to enthrall his feeble mind, then it deserved his worship all the more.
Fjord kissed down to the base. He held Pumat’s balls up, cradling them in his palm, and softly tucked his nose into the pocket formed between them. With a delirious smile, he filled his lungs with the firebolg’s scent. Every last little thought that wasn’t of Pumat’s dick vanished completely, melting into an incomprehensible slop in his mind. In return, Fjord gratefully kissed the sweaty, musky skin, thankful to be rid of distractions. And then he began tending to the massive length more eagerly. His lips slid up and down the length, turning and twisting to glide across every inch as he slobbered over the pulsing mass. Dribbles of pre caught against his mouth and stuck to his cheek. When it felt like it had accumulated enough, he licked his way back up, gathering the exquisite taste onto his tongue. Fjord’s lips wrapped around the head again. Each motion was thoughtless. His eyes seemed to stare far away in a lusty haze. Even so, the feel of Pumat’s hands in his hair seemed to summon some vague imitation of his attention. He needed to hear him - needed to be obedient to his cock.
“Go deeper there, Fjord.” The voice sunk into the small little crevices still remaining in his mind, becoming the background noise to the stage Pumat’s manhood seemed to fill. “Deepthroat me.”
Fjord had never done something like that before, and Pumat’s cock was just so big. It was a tall order, but to please the pillar of musky flesh, he’d do anything. So he pushed downward, drooling fervently as the girth stretched his lips thin. His jaw ached, but every new inch that slid along his adoring tongue was more than worth it. It was worth everything. When the swollen head pushed against the back of his throat, Fjord coughed and gagged. And yet he kept pushing - swallowing down harder and harder until he was retching. Tears filled his eyes from the strain, but even more so from the thought of not getting to please this dick the way it deserved.
Pumat’s fingers combed through Fjord’s hair, gentle and warm. “Relax.”
A single word - a command - and Fjord felt his body melt. Every ounce of tension in his throat was suddenly yanked away, leaving it loose and welcoming. He sobbed in gratitude as he felt the swollen tip breach his throat, stretching it out like a flimsy fleshlight. Closing his eyes, Fjord sunk down and down, lower and lower until he drooled around the base. His nose pressed deep into Pumat’s crotch. He whined, wanting to breathe it in - to fill his lungs with the scent. But he couldn’t breathe at all. All air was cut off from the glorious erection that deformed his throat for its personal use. And that was fine. Breathing wasn’t nearly as important.
“Now stay there, Fjord.” Pumat’s words trickled into his brain, and the half-orc felt even more content with his place. “Stay there fer as long as you can. When ya need to breathe, pull off right away. Be safe there.”
Four minutes, then. If he could only stay on until he needed air, then Fjord only had four minutes like this - held in absolute bliss. He closed his eyes as he submerged himself in the experience entirely. Pumat’s dick throbbed rhythmically against his throat, stretching the muscles that kept the length warm. He felt the sticky, syrupy drool from the firebolg’s slit coat his throat in a slick mess. Some of it mixed with Fjord’s saliva and moved down into his mouth, washing over his tongue and spilling out around his lips. The spittle cascaded down to coat Pumat’s balls in a slimy slop. Fjord’s hands moved to massage those treasured orbs, smearing the saliva across them and doing his best to make them feel good.
The fur-covered sac drew upward as Pumat released a small, pleasured groan. The sound was music to Fjord’s ears. A wave of euphoria washed over him at just the slightest hint of the firebolg’s arousal. His legs squeezed together, thighs rubbing against one another as he mewled against Pumat’s girth. Fjord’s dick, as hard and aching as it was, throbbed more harshly than he’s ever experienced. His seed flooded the underside of Pumat’s chair and dripped down onto the floor. Never had an orgasm crashed into him so hard. It was mind-numbing, but also inconsequential. It didn’t matter how often or how well he got off. What mattered was the cock buried deep into his throat.
Or, at least, it was buried deep until Pumat’s hands pulled up on his hair. Fjord whined, swallowing around the girth more fervently to try and persuade the firebolg, but he couldn’t ignore the man’s desires. He was an obedient half-orc, even if that meant having to pull himself off from the thing he wanted most.
Fjord’s mouth detached with a lewdly wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre connected his lips to the drenched, swollen tip. With his thumb, Pumat gathered every last one and held it up to Fjord’s lips. The half-orc submissively wrapped his mouth around it and cleaned the finger with his tongue. “Good boy, Fjord.”
The half-orc shuddered pleasantly. Even so, he still whined as Pumat pulled the thumb away. “I-I was barely even light-headed!” Fjord insisted. He leaned forward, eyes pleading with the firebolg. “I can keep going. Please!” Pumat hadn’t cum. He needed to make Pumat cum.
“Relax there, Fjord.” His thick fingers combed through the half-orc’s hair and cupped his face. Those beautiful eyes surveyed Fjord’s puppy eyes with amusement. “You ‘ave another hole on ya, don’tcha? One that doesn’t need to breathe.” He gripped the base of his dick and tapped the messy length down against Fjord’s face. The half-orc panted like a dog. “Why don’tcha take a seat on my dick here.”
Fjord felt like he’d been given a fortune. It was like every wish he had never known he made came true all at once. He grinned wide, body thrumming with eagerness. “Yes.” he said, a shaky whisper before he repeated the word with more vigor. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Before he even realized it, Fjord was up on his feet and turning around. He bent forward and pushed back his waist - unsure of how to proceed but knowing that he just needed to get Pumat’s cock deep inside his bowels. Thankfully, the firebolg assisted him.
Strong hands moved across each dome of flesh, feeling the smooth spheres of soft muscle, before slapping down against each cheek. The quick, sharp jolt of pleasurable pain shot through his body - this sting thrumming under his skin like a fizzy beverage. The firebolg took a moment to still Fjord’s eager but clumsy motions. He spread those orcish cheeks wide, appreciating the lighter green skin that usually remained hidden between those darker, succulent mounds. His thumb rang gingerly over the entrance. It was a new sensation for Fjord. His hips jumped lightly, but he didn’t pull away. No, he let the digit freely caress the tender, puckered skin. Foreign shivers rippled up into new places that had so far remained untouched. His virgin rim fluttered in anticipation of having such hidden spots thoroughly explored. Defiled, even. He wanted Pumat’s cock to find them all if it meant the firebolg would have more pleasure.
“Pretty rump here, Fjord.” Pumat angled the half-orc’s hips correctly as he pulled him down towards his lap. “Yer gonna take it all inside you.”
“Yes! Thank you!” Fjord’s been interested in bottoming for who knows how long. And now he’s getting his chance with Pumat’s cock? What was his body even made for if not sink down on and encase this piece of phallic perfection?
The tip caught against his rim, rolling up and massaging the wrinkled flesh. It nudged, just testing the waters, but Fjord nearly let himself drop onto the shaft completely. He probably would have if not for Pumat holding him up. The firebolg released an amused little chuckle before following up with a few, muffled arcane words. Fjord’s brain didn’t care to interpret the sounds. It did, however, register the odd sensation of his insides suddenly being filled with some sort of sloshing warmth. The half-orc’s breath hitched as his hole gave a hard twitch. Magically inserted lube poured from his rectum, drooling down Pumat’s length in heavy droplets.
When the head of his cock pushed up again, Fjord’s slickened rim was happy to open up. The round, polished tip stretched his tight little hole. Fjord squeezed down around the new sensation, body shaking lightly as the intrusion made its way inside. Pumat let him sink down just a tad more. He watched the entrance stretch thin as the bottom edge of his plump tip was swallowed fully into those warm depths. Fjord shuddered with a shaky exhale. His slick walls squeezed rhythmically, pulling and pulling in a desperate bid to get Pumat further inside.
“It’s too tight if ya keep squeezing there, Fjord,” Pumat informed.
The half-orc whined. He strained to try and keep his insides from twitching, but it only made the problem worse. “S-sorry,” he whimpered. “I’m…I’m tr-tryi-
“Relax your hole,” Pumat commanded. He reached up with one hand to caress up Fjord’s spine. “Melt for me.”
“Haauhh~!” Fjord felt every ounce of tension leave him with that breath. His shoulders slumped lightly. His eyes went distant and hazy as his tongue lolled out in utter bliss. More importantly, his ass suddenly felt so loose and willing. Pumat, with a slow and confident motion, pulled Fjord down into his lap. His hips met the firebolg’s pelvis as the entire length pushed up into his guts. It was like a living pillar that radiated immense heat, satisfying his deformed walls in a way he never knew they could be. The feeling of being full, alone, made his lips pull into a grin.
Reaching between his legs, Fjord gripped the edge of the chair to get just a little more leverage. It was a bit awkward - his upper arms squeezing the sides of his pecs and pushing them out - but it was just what Fjord needed to slide his hips up Pumat’s length and drop back down.
“Nggh…!” The firebolg’s stifled groan had the half-orc feeling ecstatic. He grinned wide, happier than could be, as his tongue lolled out and drizzled saliva against the floor. Determined to pleasure Pumat’s dick, he started bouncing himself up and down at a wild, uncoordinated pace. It drew a shuddering breath from the firebolg just before those large hands tightly gripped his hips and eased him back down into place. “Slow down there, Fjord.” Pumat said, voice beautifully strained. “Just keep it warm fer me.”
Yes. Fjord could do that. He settled his weight down fully into Pumat’s lap and did his best to move as little as possible. Even so, his insides still excitedly rippled along the length, especially when Pumat’s cock throbbed against his walls. It had little bubbles of joy turning Fjord’s near useless brain into happy, little mush.
Once he was settled back down, Pumat’s hands began caressing his body, exploring each plane of sensitive skin. Those large palms spread across his thighs, sprawled along his pelvis, and tested the heft of each ass cheek. It seemed to please him, and that thought made Fjord dizzy with euphoria. His own cock bounced and throbbed in the air as it leaked a constant drool of pre. Pumat’s hands reached up around his front and squeezed harshly on his bulging pecs. It drew out a pleasured groan as the half-orc shuddered. “This muscle here is pretty useless, Fjord,” Pumat said, his voice half-genuine, half-teasing as he tugged each thick nipple. Fjord keened. “All fer show, but no utility.” The fingers pushed the stiff nubs back into the plump chest before jiggling both pecs in a lewd motion. “Like a preening peacock showing off its feathers.”
An adoring hum pushed through Fjord’s lips. He straightened his posture, closed his eyes with a wry little smile, and proudly pushed out his chest for Pumat to fondle and tease as he wished. It had Pumat chuckling as he played with those lovely man-tits. “Yer a gewd boy, Fjord.” he praised, enjoying the happy sigh that the half-orc expelled. With one hand, he gingerly caressed down Fjord’s abdomen and wrapped his fingers around the base of his thick, drooling cock. “Cum.”
“Aaauuunnghh~!” Fjord’s head fell back, his body shaking. A strained, choked moan poured through his lips as he shuddered. His cock throbbed violently, splattering his cum onto the floor with powerful pulses of pleasure that made his eyes roll back. Having Pumat still inside him only made it better. His insides squeezed on the unfamiliar length, pressing each sensitive spot hard against the fleshy pillar. It had jolts of bliss coursing through his body like lightning, sending him into a nearly blinding euphoria.
Fjord’s entire body melted back into Pumat - even more so than before. He was panting with hot, heavy breaths as his limbs continued to occasionally spasm in the afterglow. And with his intense orgasm came a tiny, imperceptible sliver of consciousness back into his brain. It wasn’t noticeable, at first, but then the singular focus of his mind began to disperse. The stage started to clear again. As Fjord caught his breath, Pumat’s cock slowly lost its immense power on his mind. The same fuzzy peace from before enveloped his head. With a heavy sigh, he reached one hand up to push back his hair.
“Back with me, Fjord?” Pumat asked, his hand caressing the half-orc’s sides. “The effect takes about 10 minutes ta fade once my cock is out of view.”
“I’m…hah…wow!” he says, still struggling to catch his breath. He turned his head to smile over his shoulder. “That felt incredible. Feels incredible,” he corrected, flexing his ass around Pumat’s cock, “but…holy shit! Warn a guy next time before pulling out the dick mind control, yeah?
Fjord could feel Pumat’s chest shake with laughter. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he lies. “Glad ta see you finally admit to being hypnotized though.”
The half-orc releases a breathy chuckle. He reclines back against the firebolg’s chest. Pumat’s arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady. “How could I not?” he said, pleasantly exasperated. He peeked up to give the firebolg a teasing smile. “I thought you were going to test a toy, not a crazy sex spell.”
“I am testing a toy,” Pumat assured. He gave a small pinch to Fjord’s ass. “Feels pretty good.”
Fjord shuddered pleasurably as a sheepish laughter left his lips. Warmth filled his face in a dark blush. “Fuck,” he muttered quietly, his voice strained from arousal. “Does…uh…being a toy disqualify me from that ring you promised?”
“Well of course not, Fjord,” Pumat said. He absent-mindedly played with the half-orc’s chest as he spoke. “A deal’s a deal. ‘Sides, we want ta keep you like this now, don’t we?”
Fjord blinked. “What?”
“The ring,” Pumat explained. “S’gonna make you same as the collar - all pretty and brainless when ya see one of our cocks.” With a small chuckle, he held something up to Fjord’s field of vision - a strangely pulsating purple cock ring. “Or rather, any dick with one of these around it.” The moment he saw it, he felt his head start to swim, as though it were trying to concentrate on something. It never got there, though. Pumat pulled it away too soon. He placed it back into the pouch he drew it from.
“We might even sell them to high-end clients.”
Fjord panted as a wave of hot arousal rushed through him. The very thought of being Pumat’s toy, permanently - ready to be used whenever he returns to the shop, or whenever Pumat comes to him - it had his cock hardening rapidly. He gave a slight groan as he flexed his length. It inadvertently caused him to squeeze down around Pumat’s cock. A steamy sigh poured through his lips. “Hey…uh…you haven’t cum yet, have you?” Fjord asked. He tried to look down towards where the firebolg’s cock was buried deep between his cheeks. “Do you…want to continue?”
“You sure?” Pumat asked, a coy smile stretching his lips. “Wasn’t sure if bottoming would be your thing.”
“I’ve always been interested in it,” Fjord said, flexing his insides again. “Just want to feel your cum inside me now.”
“Well, ain’tcha a good toy.” Pumat pressed his hand flat to Fjord’s stomach. His thick fingers ran down each pretty, useless muscle. But there was another bump there that wasn’t before. Fjord felt the firebolg’s fingers curl in an arch over a new bulge that had formed half-way up his midsection. He turned his eyes down to trace the faint silhouette of Pumat’s cock.
Fjord shuddered with a heated exhale. His ass flexed around the base instinctively, and he watched the bulge move every so slightly as Pumat throbbed inside him. The half-orc’s lips stretched into a giddy grin. “Holy shit!”
“You’re a wonderful sleeve, Fjord.” Pumat offered the praise as he hooked one arm beneath Fjord’s leg and lifted it up off the chair. The half-orc panted as his knee was nearly pressed up beneath his arm. It spread him out so thoroughly - left him feeling more vulnerable than ever. Even better, the position put him at Pumat’s mercy completely. It was thrilling. “This won’t take me long at all.”
With that, Pumat slowly pulled Fjord up by his leg, gradually lifting him off his length. Fjord felt the girth slide out of him, dragging along his walls and pulling out stifled little groans as the bulge disappeared from his belly. And then, so abruptly, Pumat thrusted upward as he dropped Fjord back down.
“Gwuaah~!” the half-orc moaned unabashedly. It felt the firebolg’s thick cock plunder his depths. It carved out a space and left him numb with stimulation. And before he could even recover, the dick was pulling out again. Fjord truly felt like a flimsy toy as Pumat pounded into him with quick thrusts of his hips. He was limp in Pumat’s hold. Every ounce of autonomy felt stripped away as his stomach stretched to accommodate the firebolg’s sheer size. Fjord’s dick bobbed and jerked as he was fucked senseless.
With a pleased groan, Pumat slammed his balls up into Fjord’s tender ass. They drew upward, sloshing with their contents, before that heavy length throbbed powerful against the half-orc’s guts. Thick streams of musky cum flooded his insides, drowning them in sexual warmth that made Fjord keen. His body trembled as his own dick sprayed a much smaller load against the floor. It was a blissful experience. His ass felt like such a sloppy mess as Pumat filled his belly.
“Still with us, Fjord?”
The half-orc panted, a wide grin pulling at his lips as he took deep, greedy breaths. “Y-yes!” he said, his voice all loose and pure from such an euphoric experience.
“Good.” A jolt went through him as he was pushed forward. Fjord found himself falling, feet planting on the floor as he was bent low. Pumat wrapped an arm around his chest to catch him, and then cupped Fjord’s chin with his other hand. The half-orc found his gaze directed to the three Pumat clones, all stripped bare with full-on erections - each adorned with a familiar ring.
Of course, Fjord didn’t see the rings. No, he saw the most perfect cocks, and then nothing else. They required every ounce of consciousness that his mind produced.
“How do ya feel about some more testing?”
Fjord panted like a dog. He could still feel Pumat’s cock deep inside him, but now there were three more for him to service. The half-orc hungrily licked his lips. “I…I can hold my breath,” he said, “for up to four minutes.” His eyes remained solely on each beautifully dick. The Pumats stepped forward, and Fjord was drooling.
“P-please let me choke on them!”