My Three Orc Dads, Chapter 3 (Patreon)

“What the hell is going on here?” I see Orlun standing in the doorway behind his husband. His husband who is still sitting on my now-deflated cock. I’m frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Oh gods, how is this happening again?

“I am pretty sure you know exactly what is going on here, dear,” Rurig answers over his shoulder, looking at his husband with a hint of amusement. “Or did Murza work you so hard today that you forgot?”

“You know what I mean.” Orlun crosses his arms. “I thought we agreed we would until after I got home tonight before starting with the festivities.”

“Do not look at me.” Rurig finally moves from his position straddling me, my cock slipping from his hole as he slides off the bed. “Jarek grabbed him first. I am only playing catch up.”

“Ah yes, if he did it, why not you as well?” Orlun rolls his eyes. “Very mature.”

“If you wanted mature, you would not have married me,” Rurig tells him with a grin as he saunters over, kissing the taller man deeply. “I need to check on dinner. Try not to break him!”

Orlun shakes his head with a sigh as he watches his chubby husband exit the room. Then he turns his gaze on me, still naked on my back, evidence of what I just got done doing with said husband all over and around me. I feel like a trapped animal, waiting to be pounced on.

“Is that how my son taught you to greet someone, boy?” He cocks an eyebrow as he looks down at me.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. I don’t—”

“Get over here and help me undress.” He snaps his fingers and points down at his shoes. “Help me take these boots off.”

I stare at him wide eyed before sitting up. “Yes, sir.”

I quickly scramble off the bed, something about the older man driving me to obey. Maybe it’s his gruff demeanor, maybe it’s because he’s Khazak’s father and I want to please him, hell, maybe it’s because he looks a lot like Khazak himself, but I kneel down next to his feet, hands already reaching for his laces. An appreciative hum from above me at least tells me I’m doing well.

“That is more like it.” I look up to see Orlun unbuttoning his shirt as he watches me work on his boots. “Have you not done this for my son?”

“Uh, no sir.” I shake my head. Khazak and I spend most of the day together, so we generally get dressed and undressed at the same time.

“Hmm.” He considers me as I help him out of his boots. “For someone who claims to have wanted an avakesh for so long, he certainly does not seem to be training you very well. Then again, he always did like to pamper his pets. That more your style, boy?”

“I don’t need pampering.” I look up defiantly. What, does he just think I lay around all day?

“Not to worry.” He finishes pulling off his shirt. “We have all night to get you trained up properly. Assuming you can take it.”

I narrow my eyes at the challenge. “I can take it.”

“Good. Come with me.” I stand, following someone into the bathroom for the second time today. Orlun stands in front of the mirror, hands already undoing the buttons on his pants. “Turn on the shower.”

“Yes, sir.” I move to do as asked. Something about the man’s callous attitude has me torn between wanting to please him and wanting to prove his assumptions about me wrong

“My son seems quite enamored with you, but I am not sure I like the idea of him sharing a bed with someone who barely a month ago was trying to kill him.” I work the knobs of the shower as he talks, the setup largely identical to Khazak’s.

“I wasn’t actually trying to kill him.” I test the water temperature with one hand. “We were both given bad information. It was really just a misunderstanding. Sir.”

“So you claim.” He finishes stripping, standing in all his naked glory. “I will come to my own conclusions.”

“Shower’s ready, sir.” I step back and try not to stare as he moves past me.

Orlun hums in approval after testing it himself, stepping the rest of the way inside. He stands under the spray, the water cascading down his rippled muscles, and my attempt not to stare goes out the window. He’s got a nice body. He’s maybe a little less muscular than Khazak, probably because he’s retired from active duty, but he’s also leaner. Same forest of body hair too, though like his beard, it's more of a salt and pepper color. A throat being cleared draws my eyes up to his face, where a cocked eyebrow is waiting for me. Guess he wants me to get in with him? At least I’m already... oh god, I’ve been naked since he walked in the room. Determined to not look embarrassed, I step inside the shower stall.

“Soap and sponge are behind you.” Orlun steps away from the showerhead to make room for me.

I spot them on a shelf easy enough, my body getting wet as I reach for them. When I turn around, Orlun’s stance tells me I didn’t grab these for myself. No problem. I have some experience in washing tall, muscular orcs. I lather up the sponge, keeping my face neutral as I bring it to his chest. This close, without his clothes on, I can smell all the musk and sweat he worked up during the day. It’s...familiar. Pleasant, even.

I scrub the sponge along his skin, holding onto his arm with my free hand to keep myself steady. He has the same tattoo as Khazak on his right pec, a solid black sword with a jagged blade; a visual representation of their last name, Ironstorm. I move to his shoulders and upper arms, eliciting a small groan of approval when I press against his muscles, likely sore from all the lifting. That gives me an idea.

I start to work with a firmer hand, trying to massage him as I wash. I get no complaints, only more groans, so I continue. This is pretty different from my showers with Khazak. Those are a lot more reciprocal with Khazak even taking the lead most of the time. Though to be fair, I’m still pretty new to this whole “sex with men” thing, even if I have done it twice today already. Does this make two and a half? My dick seems to think so, already waking up again after getting knocked out by its earlier turn in Rurig’s ass. There’s something about the way I’m doing this for Orlun—serving him—that is turning me on.

When I’m done with his chest and arms, I move to his stomach, then drop to one knee when it’s time to go lower. This puts me face to face with his cock...which looks a lot like Khazak’s cock. Wait, is that a weird thing to think? I shake the thoughts from my head, focusing on lathering up the man’s thick thighs and groin. When it comes time to take care of his package, I avoid any teasing or stroking, trying my best to keep things methodical. I see the appendage twitch a few times, and while I’m pretty sure it’s plumped up a little, he hasn’t actually indicated he wants more from me. Yet. Like I said before, for some reason, I want to please this man.

When I finish with his lower legs, I feel him moving above me, and I look up to see him stretching his arms above his head, looking back down at me with a satisfied smirk. Then he turns around, leaning his arms against the shower wall to hold himself steady while presenting his back for me. Time for his other side.

I stand, re-soaping the sponge to finish the job. I start with his neck and shoulders, changing up my tactics a little. With him facing away from me, I’m a little less nervous about slipping and falling onto him, so while my left hand scrubs with the sponge, the right squeezes and massages the soapy muscles. I hear more groans as I move down to his broad and rippled back. I watch the soap slide down the lines, and it’s hard not to trace my fingers over them.

After his back comes his ass, and I’m back to feeling a little nervous. It’s hard to wash and massage someone’s butt without it seeming sexual. Maybe that’s what he wants? Either way, kneeling here staring at it isn’t gonna wash it any faster, so I soap his cheeks up and get to work. They’re thick, green, and covered in the same layer of salt-and-pepper body hair as the rest of him. It’s a nice ass on a nice body.

After his butt comes the backs of his thighs and legs, and after that, I’m done. Mission complete! I stand while Orlun turns around, still wearing that same satisfied smirk. Placing one hand on my chest, he pushes me back, stepping forward to stand under the shower’s spray and rinse off. He continues moving forward, pressing me against the wet stone wall and allowing the water to tumble down his back and shoulders next. He holds me against the wall, his face is only inches from mine, searching for...something.

“Good job, boy,” he tells me when he finally steps back. “But you are not done yet.”

He leans back, his eyes moving downward. Right to his slowly-filling cock, which my eyes of course lock right onto. Small rivulets of water drip down the shaft, the exposed head poking out from behind his foreskin. He’s barely even half hard (I think) and I can already tell he’s thick. Nothing I can’t handle (I also think), but still.

“On your knees.” Orlun points to the shower floor in front of him, leaving no confusion about what I will be doing next.

“Yes, sir.” I sink to my knees once more, sponge and soap behind me, forgotten. Biting my lip, I tentatively reach out a hand toward his cock when a hand tugs on my hair lightly and I look up.

“No hands.” Seeing no room for argument on Orlun’s face, I can only nod, crossing my arms behind my back.

Still gripping my hair, Orlun pushes his hips forward, guiding himself toward my mouth with his free hand. I open on instinct as he approaches, wet head sliding past my lips with little resistance. This close to his crotch I can smell the soap I used—something lightly floral—and under that just the smallest hint of spiciness, his natural scent already returning. I can’t help the small moans that escape as he pushes more of his cock inside me.

Hand still in my hair, he holds me still, unmoving himself other than the occasional pulse of his cock. He savors the feeling of my mouth, making small half-humps, rubbing himself against my tongue. With a growl, he pulls back before plunging himself forward, burying even more of his cock in my mouth and breaching my throat.

“Not bad,” comes the voice from above as its owner plunders my mouth.

Unable to respond or look up with a gullet full of dick, I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my throat. Orlun is doing most of the work as he fucks my face, though the hand in my hair is pushing and pulling, almost like he’s trying to get me to meet him halfway. He’s not going deep enough to make me gag, at least not yet. I’m still holding my arms behind me, sitting up and balancing on my knees as the shower’s spray hits my shoulders, water sliding down my back.

The combination of the water against my back, the heat of the shower stall, and the rhythmic way he slides in and out of my mouth makes it easy to zone out. I can feel drool escaping out of the sides of my mouth, but if there were ever a place to not care about that, it would be a shower. And I really don’t care right now. So much so that I don’t even notice the second hand moving to the back of my head.

Can’t say the same for the rest of the cock being pushed into my throat, though. Definitely notice that.

My eyes go wide as my air is cut off more than I’m expecting, meaning completely. I flail my arms out ready to either push him away or catch myself, but there’s no need. Only a moment later, my head is released, allowing me to pull off completely. I sit back on my legs, catching my breath as the water rinses my face.

“Good boy.” Orlun smiles—an actual smile—as he runs a hand over his dick. “Turn the shower off, then grab a towel from the rack.”

It’s a simple enough order to follow, and once I’m done rinsing off all the drool, I stand and turn off the water. I do my best not to drip all over the floor as I reach for the towel just outside the shower. Once it is in my hands, Orlun stands in front of me, waiting for me to finish what I started.

Drying someone off is thankfully much easier than washing them, and after running the towel over his head (drying off someone’s hair is weird), I move on to his chest and shoulders, working my way down his body until he turns for me and I work my way back up. When I’m finished, he takes the towel from me, touching up any spots I missed before tossing it back at my chest.

“You can use that to dry yourself as well,” he tells me as he exits the shower.

“...Gee, thanks sir.” I wince at my tone as soon as the words leave my mouth. Really not doing yourself any favors, David.

“I am sure my son has fun spanking that attitude out of you.” Orlun chuckles ahead of me.

“He certainly tries to, sir.” I quickly dry myself and return the towel to the rack as Orlun leaves the bathroom.

Some of my nerves return as I enter the bedroom. Don’t have to be a genius to know what’s coming next. Orlun is standing by the nightstand, already pulling the oil from the drawer. He looks over to me in the doorway.

“All fours.” He points to the bed.

I clamber onto the bed on my hands and knees, waiting for Orlun to join me. I jump a little when I feel the mattress dip, then overcorrect by staying stock still right after. Why the hell am I so nervous? I’ve done this twice today already, one of which he walked in on.

“Nothing to be scared of, boy,” Orlun tries to calm me as he kneels at my side, hand running from my back to my butt. “I know what I am doing.”

Hard to argue that with a man who has two husbands, two husbands I have already had sex with today. He moves behind me, hands rubbing along my body, squeezing my ass gently before giving it a few smacks. Grabbing it with both hands, he pries me apart, making me blush as he inspects me closely. One of the hands releases me, only for its fingers to slide across my hole a second later, making me shiver.

“At least Jarek already opened you up for me.” He teases me before gently slipping a finger inside. “Still slick too.”

Next I hear the familiar schlick sounds of a slick hand being run over someone’s shaft. I tense when he moves into position, his knees brushing the insides of my legs as he has me spread them even wider. He slides himself up and down my crack, slowly rubbing the head across my hole.

“Easy does it, boy,” Orlun tries to calm my nerves as he takes aim at his target. “This is nothing you cannot handle.”

Easy for you to say. The older orc begins to breach me, one hand on my hips as my hole is entered for the second time today. He’s definitely the biggest of the three men in the house, but I don’t think he’s any larger than Khazak. I’m just having a hard time relaxing. Not that it’s stopping Orlun from making sure I’m filled to the absolute brim.

“Spiritsyou are tight,” Orlun hisses, squeezing my ass with his hands again. “Even if you were not attractive, I could certainly see this being enough of a reason for him to keep you.”

Thanks, I think? I don’t say it out loud. I don’t think he’d like that.

“That said, you have been performing admirably so far, boy.” He punctuates his sentence with a spank. “Perhaps my son has not been so lax in training you after all.”

He isn’t looking for an answer, so I don’t give one. Not sure I really could anyway once he really starts fucking me. He pulls out almost entirely on the first stroke, pushing back in at the same speed, and he’s soon fucking me with the confidence of an old pro. Which again, two husbands, so...

That seems to be his fuck-MO, pulling back enough to leave just his head in so he can spear me with the full length of his cock on every in-stroke. Having apparently enjoyed giving my ass a few smacks earlier, he starts to spank me in time with his thrusts, switching sides each time and turning my cheeks a nice shade of pink.

All of this adds up to me feeling amazing. Sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine as my prostate is teased, mixed with the small bursts of pain from the spanking. I can feel the familiar tension of an anal orgasm starting to build in the background. Gods, am I really this easy? As the orgasm starts to crest and my toes curl, I’d have to say the answer is yes. I moan into the mattress, riding the wave of pleasure that I know is going to return sooner rather than later.

“And now, my turn.” I can hear the hunger in Orlun’s voice as his fucking slows to a stop.

One of his hands reaches down and grabs the front of my right thigh while the other pushes down on my back, encouraging me to lay flat. He moves with me as I go, slotting his body over mine and taking my wrists in his hands, all without his cock ever leaving my ass. With a growl, he circles his hips, grinding into me.

Satisfied with our new position, Orlun puts both of his feet on the inside of my legs, spreading me even further as he draws his hips up. He no longer seems concerned with long-dicking me, making it only a few inches before fucking me into the mattress. He sets a fast pace, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before I can feel myself cumming again, crying out weakly as I’m fucked through it.

“Well now you are just,” Orlun grunts after a particularly strong thrust, “being selfish.”

After another minute or two of bouncing on my ass, there’s a stutter in the thrusts of the orc on top of me. With a muffled roar, he slams himself down, cock pulsing as he starts to cum. The hands around my wrists squeeze tight as he breeds me, adding his load to the one Jarek left in me earlier. After a few more short, abortive thrusts, he finally collapses, sweaty chest meeting sweaty back.

We lay there, catching our breaths as we recover. Or at least I do my best to with the huge orc on top of me. Aware of his weight pinning me down, he rolls us onto our sides, cock slipping from my hole as we move. I whimper at its loss, and I can hear Orlun chuckle as he strokes a hand down my chest.

“You did very well, boy,” the gravelly voice speaks low into my ear, making me shudder. “You have my approval.”

Won’t lie—that sentence makes me feel all nice and warm inside. I snuggle back against the orc who just got done using me in more ways than one. It’s the least he can do. He doesn’t object, content to hold me there on the bed while I rest. I relax so much I don’t even hear when Rurig steps into the room.

“Aww, that makes a cute picture.” I can’t help but twitch a little in surprise at his sudden appearance. “If you boys are all finished, go get cleaned up; dinner is ready.”

“Yes, dear,” Orlun says with a laugh, ruffling my hair and kissing the back of my head before untangling us and standing.

“So, are you satisfied?” Rurig asks his husband as he walks to the bathroom.

“For now,” he answers from inside. “We will see what happens after dinner.”

These men are going to kill me.