My Three Orc Dads, Chapter 4 (Patreon)

I follow Orlun into the bathroom on shaky legs. I spot him at the far end of the counter, washing his dick in the sink. He smirks at me as I pass him, going for the toilet because I swear it feels like I’ve got a gallon of orc cum in me. He ruffles my hair when he’s finished, while I’m still sitting down feeling it leak out of me, and then I’m alone.

After I finish cleaning up, I return to the bedroom, looking for my clothes but only spotting my jockstrap and pants. Taking this as a subtle order, I redress my lower half before venturing out. Rurig said dinner was ready, so I aim for the dining room, where I find all three orcs seated and waiting for me. Rurig and Orlun are on one side of the table while Jarek is on the other with an empty seat next to him. Everyone is shirtless, so at least I don’t need to feel weird about that.

“There you are,” Rurig notes my entrance. “Was worried we might have worn you out.”

“It’ll take more than that, sirs,” I say perhaps a little too cockily as I take my seat.

“We will see about that,” Orlun replies.

Rurig says a quick blessing and we all dig in. The stew I helped him with is delicious, the meat juicy and tender. All around me are the sounds of slurping and chewing, as well as the occasional mumbled “thank you” to Rurig and me for cooking. It’s a few minutes before people have had enough to slow down a little and talk.

“How were Murza and Yanik?” Rurig asks after wiping his mouth.

“They are doing well,” Orlun replies. “Tasha will be finishing school in just a few months.”

“Will she be moving out?” Jarek asks next.

“Not just yet.” Orlun shakes his head.” I think she has enjoyed having her mothers’ attention all to herself.”

“Do you think Urza or Ignatz will feel that way one day?” Jarek almost sounds a little sad when he asks.

“Spirits, I hope not,” Rurig says with a sigh. “It took Yogik over two years to leave.”

“You were just complaining a few days ago about how none of your children ever come home to visit and that you wished none of them had ever left,” Jarek reveals from his seat.

“Quiet you.” Rurig points at his husband with his spoon, giving him a very un-serious glare. “Do any of your siblings still live at home, David?”

“Only my sister. She just turned sixteen.” And is probably pretty pissed off that I missed her birthday.

“I for one cannot wait until we have the house back to ourselves,” Orlun adds. “Finally get back the freedom to do what we want around here.”

“Yeah, we know all about the kind of things you want to do around here, usan.” Jarek looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows and I chuckle. I get the feeling that we have the same sense of humor, though I bet he gets spanked a lotless, if at all.

“Is that so, tuto?” Orlun smirks at his husband’s challenge, using an equally cute-sounding nickname. “Perhaps after dinner I will test that.”

After dinner is finished, we bring our dishes into the kitchen where Orlun and Jarek take care of the bulk of the cleanup. While they are doing that, Rurig brings me into the den where he pulls out a deck of cards to teach me the rules of a game called uk’pad’uk. It takes me a minute—mostly because I have problems reading the cards—but I get the hang of it by the time Orlun and Jarek rejoin us.

The game actually reminds me a lot of Spades, with everyone playing a single card each hand. I just run into issues when it comes to remembering which cards beat which other cards or what certain combinations mean. This ends up leading to a lot of laughs when I screw something up or groans when I inadvertently play something that wins the hand. It’s not happening on purpose, but a side-effect of me not really knowing what I’m doing means I’ve got a great poker face.

“You are killing me, boy,” Orlun groans when I take yet another hand and win the game. He turns to Rurig on his left. “It was a mistake to let you teach him to play.”

“Do not blame me because your skills are getting rusty with age, dear husband,” Rurig snarks, but then leans over to kiss his husband on the cheek.

Jarek gathers up the cards and straightens the stack. “So, do we want to play another round, or...” He looks between both his spouses as he trails off—but not me.

“I think that is enough for the time being.” Orlun stands, and then so does the rest of the group.

“What are we doing now?” I ask the obvious question.

“Youare going to go back to your bedroom to remove those pants.” Orlun points to me before turning his finger on himself. “Then you are going to come find us in ourbedroom.”

“I... Yes, sir.” I nod, mentally shaking my head for not connecting the dots sooner.

The four of us split up, me down one hallway and the three of them down another. When I return to Khazak’s bedroom, I find the rest of my clothes folded over the back of his desk chair, explaining their earlier disappearance. It doesn’t take me more than a half a minute to get my pants off, which doesn’t feel weird itself, but walking through their house with my ass hanging out definitely does.

I enter the bedroom to find all three men sitting on the large bed, all naked, all of their cocks raised to at least half-mast. Orlun is sitting in the center with Jarek on his right, the two in a deep lip-lock. On his left is Rurig, who is leaning over to take one of Orlun’s nipples into his mouth. Both of Orlun’s arms are thrown over his husbands’ shoulders, and when he notices me enter, he lightly tugs them both away, all three settling back against the headboard.

“Come here, boy.” The orc-in-charge crooks his finger at me, before pointing at his crotch. “You can start with me.”

“Yes, sir.” I nod, subconsciously licking my lips.

I climb onto the bed, crawling to lay stomach-down between his spread thighs. His cock, which I am already intimately acquainted with (along with every other dick in the room), hangs heavy over his ball sack, twitching as it slowly finishes coming to life. Reaching to grasp it with one hand, I push myself up on my elbows to bring my mouth level with the appendage, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head before attempting to swallow down more.

A hand tightens on my head, but it’s not Orlun’s. From the angle, I think it’s Rurig. He pushes me down farther onto Orlun’s cock, holding me in place for a few seconds before allowing me to come up for air. Then he pushes me to sink back down and remains on my head as I bob up and down on the hard length.

Above me, I can hear the sound of lips smacking against each other as two of the men resume kissing. With my right hand wrapped around Orlun to hold him steady, Jarek grabs my free left hand and pulls it toward his crotch, wrapping my fingers around his dick. Taking the hint, I do my best to jerk and squeeze his cock to his liking, but it’s a bit difficult with my attention focused elsewhere.

Orlun’s cock has grown to its full size, thick and heavy with my lips stretched wide around it. The hand on my head has not let up, and I don’t think it will be much longer before my mouth starts to go numb. The musk coming from Orlun’s crotch is heady, a combination of our sex from earlier and what he’s worked up now. It helps me to zone out and push myself a little further than I normally would.

“Alright, enough of that.” The hand on my head tugs me off and I look up at Orlun. “I cannot keep you all to myself.”

The hand never quite leaves my hair, and I’m shuffled over to my right to lay between a different set of legs—Rurig’s. As I am brought face to face with his crotch, there is some shuffling on the bed to my left. Before I can see what’s happening, I’m being drawn forward so Rurig can slot himself between my lips.

I didn’t get a chance to suck Rurig earlier. It seemed like he knew exactly what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to argue with him. Especially not since it meant getting my own dick sucked and sat on. Now, its thickness stretches my lips, almost enough to make it difficult to go farther down. But I’m nothing if not a trooper.

My free hand is grabbed and pulled over once again, and from the feel of the dick in my hand, I’d guess that Jarek slid over into Orlun’s spot. So where did the other orc go? When I feel the weight on the bed shifting behind me, I figure it out, and when I feel the hands on my ass, I realize why he’s back there.

Without a word, the hands on my ass spread my cheeks, and I feel the flats of his tusks pushing against them a second before I feel his tongue hit my hole. I moan around the meat in my mouth as Orlun lathes my ass with his tongue. His hands squeeze my cheeks, before one of them rears back and smacks me, making my jump and gasp. The deeper his tongue probes, the rougher his hands seem to get, kneading them like fleshy dough in between spanks. Between the hands behind me, the one on my head, and the dick in my mouth, I’m having a hard time focusing.

“He has a thing for tasting himself after fucking someone,” Jarek informs me from above.

“Pretty sure I can taste you, too,” Orlun adds, tearing away from my ass for a second before jumping back in.

Rurig laughs, sending more of his cock into my mouth. “He does this to one of us almost every night.”

I don’t doubt it. The things Orlun’s tongue is doing to me are driving me crazy; the man has some skills. I can hear him behind me as he hungrily eats my hole, all growls and slurps. He’s all but fucking me with his tongue, sliding in and out past my ring, making me twitch and whimper all over his husband’s cock.

“Are you both planning to hog his holes the rest of the night, or will I be allowed to get in there at some point?” Jarek complains from my left.

“I do not know what you are whining about. You were the one who jumped on him before either of us even had the chance,” Rurig replies dryly.

“It is called taking initiative.” I can hear the cocky grin on Jarek’s face. “And clearly I am going to have to do the same thing here.”

My hand is removed from Jarek’s cock, and I feel more movement on my left. It doesn’t feel like he’s moved away, and when I notice the light being blocked, I turn my head to see from the corner of my eye that he is kneeling against Rurig’s thigh. Rather than replacing his cock in my hand, I feel it tapping against my shoulder.

“Always so impatient, tuto,” Rurig jokes, pulling me off his cock.

I already know what’s coming, and my head is lifted and turned to the left to accept Jarek’s rock-hard and leaking dick. He is thankfully less thick than his husbands, so my mouth no longer feels like it’s being stretched to its limit. Jarek also seems happy to do most of the work for me, thrusting forward into my face. After a minute of that, he releases me and pushes me back toward Rurig’s cock. The two of them continue to swap my mouth back and forth like that, all while Orlun remains behind me, face buried in my butt.

“Delicious,” Orlun praises me (or at least my hole) with another spank. “But I think it is time to fill you with something else.”

Orlun leaves his spot behind me, as does Jarek at my side. I crawl backward from between Rurig’s legs, only to be flipped onto my back on the center of the bed next to him. My own cock, which has been completely hard since Orlun pulled me onto his dick, smacks against my belly. As Rurig and Jarek both kneel by my head, I catch them looking at it appreciatively.

“Mmmm,” Rurig hums as he snakes a hand down my chest and stomach to reach for it. Taking it in hand, he squeezes me before stroking me slowly, just teasing. “You get a chance to ride this thing?” Rurig asks Jarek.

“Not yet.” Jarek shakes his head, looking at my length with consideration. It twitches in response, never considering that possibility before now.

“You can both use him and his cock for whatever you would like,” Orlun tells the both of them as he rejoins us on the bed, kneeling between my legs. “AfterI am through with him.”

“Yes, sir,” Jarek says mockingly, and I see the hint of a smile cross Orlun’s face.

Orlun lifts and spreads my legs as he moves closer, pushing them back to look at my hole. Rurig and Jarek’s cocks are both at eye level, but neither of them moves, more interested in watching what Orlun is doing for the time being. The man uncorks the bottle of oil he must have retrieved when he first left the bed, and I watch mesmerized as he pours some into his hand and strokes it over the length of his prick. Then, with the same oil-covered hand, he reaches toward my ass, smearing the remaining slick across my hole.

I am still wet and open from not just the very thorough rimming he just got done giving me, but also the two fuckings I received earlier today. He pushes in a single finger, not stopping until my hole has swallowed all of it. He pumps it in and out only once before adding a second, using both to check that I am still stretched enough. Satisfied, he removes them, shuffling even closer while still pressing my legs toward my chest. Releasing one to aim himself, he lays the head of his cock against my rim and pushes inside.

“Good,” he says with a groan as he bottoms out. “Still nice and tight,” he continues, as if he was auditioning me.

“Still huge and thick,” I say with a groan of my own. I know I’ve already taken this once today, but holy shit.

Orlun chuckles at my comment, giving me some time to adjust before he starts moving. Jarek and Rurig begin tapping themselves against my face, each trying to convince me to use their dick like some sort of sexual pacifier. Supposing it’s better than nothing, I start with Rurig, taking the first few inches into my mouth and nursing on him before turning my head to do the same to Jarek. Above me, I watch as the two lean over me to kiss, at least until Rurig’s belly blocks my view. As the sounds of their kissing fills the room, Orlun begins to slide back, taking some of his cock with him before pushing back in.

The four of us fall into a rhythm so quickly that I can’t help but wonder if the three husbands haven’t done this before with some other unsuspecting boy. Orlun certainly seems to know what he’s doing, fucking me just as well as he did only hours ago. Each pass of his prick over my prostate has me squirming, the thick member stretching my walls to their limit. Clearly the man only needed the one time to become an expert in using my hole. It only takes him a few more strokes to make me cum dry, Rurig’s dick muffling my moans.

“Alright, my young, impatient husband,” Orlun says to Jarek, pausing after fucking me through my orgasm. “Your turn.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, breaking away from Rurig and leaving his position by my face to replace Orlun between my legs. Orlun does the same, taking up position near my head and leaning in to kiss Rurig. His cock, which has just been in my ass, presses against my cheek, waiting for its turn. Between my legs, I hear what sounds like Jarek spitting before my legs are being lifted and I am once again filled. Fuck.

Jarek doesn’t have quite the same skill as his older and more experienced husband, nor is his dick as big, but he’s no slouch. He still knows what he’s doing, fucking me good enough to make my toes curl. I turn my head toward Orlun, tasting for the first time a cock that’s been pulled from my hole. All I can taste is musk, and cum, and under all of it the familiar and distinct flavor of cock. As Orlun drives himself into my gullet, I feel myself cresting over the edge again, the anal orgasm rolling through my body.

“Okay, your turn again, usan.” I almost miss the pet name when I feel Jarek pulling out.

This time rather than switch places, both top men seem content to remain below my waist, leaving Rurig my upper body to play with on his own. He pushes back into my mouth at the same time Orlun re-enters my ass, but from the brief look at his face that I get, I can tell he’s already thinking of something else.

“Time to see how good this boy is at eating ass.” That’s all the warning I get before I see the massive tree trunk that is Rurig’s thigh pass over my head as he moves to straddle my head. I take a deep breath as the large green ass is lowered toward my face.

Another first, probably shouldn’t be the first thing that goes through my mind, but it is. The second is that my tongue should be out if I’m going to do this properly. The orc thankfully isn’t actually resting all of his weight on me, and the only things I can smell are sweat and musk, so I dare to dart out to lick along his hole, enjoying the shudder I feel above me in response. As I get more comfortable with rimming, Rurig relaxes and presses me farther into the mattress.

“Careful. If we smother him, Khazak will never let us hear the end of it,” Orlun jokingly warns as he fucks me.

“If he dies, he dies,” Rurig jokes (I hope) as he grinds his ass against my face.

Orlun and Jarek both continue to fuck me, swapping off every few minutes. Thanks to Rurig blocking my view, the only way I have of telling who is currently occupying my nether regions is by the size of the dick rearranging them. Rurig keeps sitting on my face, lifting up now and again to ensure I’m still able to breathe. From the way I can feel his balls slapping against my chest, I think he’s jerking off. I’m doing alright, though I do think the lack of oxygen is making me feel a little loopy, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“Shit, open wide.” Rurig suddenly lifts off my face completely, quickly shoving his cock in my mouth as it explodes. I swallow as fast as I can, his load thankfully not as large as the one from this afternoon.

“I am right behind you,” Jarek, who I can now see is fucking me, grits out.

I can feel the speed of his thrusts pick up, his grip on my legs tightening as he chases his orgasm. He finally cums with a low groan, slamming his hips against mine and holding my legs tightly to his chest. I watch the droplets of sweat drip down to his belly, his dick pulsing within me as it unloads for the second time today. When he’s done, he watches as he slips from my body, clearly enjoying the sight of my used hole before handing me off to Orlun.

Who is looking down at me with a very determined look on his face.

Uh oh.

After all of the day’s activity, his cock slides into me with ease, not stopping until I’ve taken it to the hilt. I think I can feel him somewhere just below my lungs. After giving me a few test strokes, he begins pounding away with abandon, my sloppy hole no match for the thick battering ram of his cock. Combined with everything Jarek just got finished doing, I’m close, just needing that last little push which ends up coming in the form of Orlun reaching up, grabbing me by the neck, and squeezing.

Oh my gods, this is so fucking hot.

I cum with a high-pitched whine, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the mattress as my ass pulses and fights against the thick member forcing it open. The feeling of my hole spasming around him is all Orlun needs, and with a roar, he crashes our bodies together, crushing his lips against my own. His hips thrust with every shot of cum that leaves his cock, each one pressing us closer together.

We are both breathing heavily when Orlun finally lifts off of me, lowering my legs to the mattress but not pulling himself from my ass. His face is pleased, satedeven, and a quick glance to my left reveals Rurig and Jarek cuddling at our side. I can’t help but smile at the scene. I’m not sure I’m going to survive the next few days, but at least it’ll be a fun way to go out.

“What the hell is going on here?!” All four of our heads spin to see Khazak entering the room. What?!

“Son. What are you doing home already?” Orlun sounds like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or his cock in...me. Oh god. Seemingly realizing the same thing I just did, he moves quickly from between my legs, and I fail to suppress a whimper when he pulls out too fast. Orlun moves to sit with his husbands, leaving me naked and exposed on my back in front of my owner.

My owner who looks angry.

“Two of the other delegations canceled and discussions ended early.” Khazak looks between the four of us, the displeasure apparent on his face. “I have been knocking on the door for almost five minutes. So sorry to see that I am interrupting.”

“It is not what it looks like,” Rurig speaks up, and my head turns. It’s not?!

“Oh, then please tell me what you all are doing in bed with my avakesh!” He sounds angry.

No one says anything, so I find myself speaking up first. “I thought... They told me this was a tradition?”

“It is an old tradition.” He looks accusatorily between all three of his fathers. “One that fell out of common practice years ago.”

My eyes go wide at his revelation. “I-I didn’t know, I swear! I had no idea! I only went along with—”

Khazak holds his hand up to silence me. “Obviously, there is only one thing to be done about this.”

“What’s that?” I look up at him nervously.

“I am just going to have to restake my claim.” As he speaks, he begins pulling off his clothing, climbing onto the bed once he’s naked. Taking hold of my ankle, he yanks my body toward him, lifting and holding my legs the same as his father just finished doing to me. With a evil glint in his eyes, he—

“Ny, you alright?” Ragnar’s voice makes me jump in my seat, almost shrieking in surprise.

“I’m fine!” I quickly slam shut the journal I’ve been writing in.

My answer has him eyeing me suspiciously, no doubt taking in my flushed face and heavy breathing. There’s also the matter of the erection currently tenting my pants, but even without that, he’s always been a good detective. Look, I can’t help it if I get turned on by my own writing. I’m just that good!

“What are you—” He stops mid-sentence when his gaze lands on the journal. “Are you writing your weird ‘erotic friend fiction’ again?”

“It’s not weird!” I defend, immediately giving myself away. Dammit. “Our friend T’nah does it too.”

“Yourfriend T’nah. And I’ve also told you that she’s weird.” He shakes his head. “I would always catch her staring at my ass in school.”

“Can you blame her? It’s a pretty nice ass.” I give my Sir my best cheesy grin, one I stole from David before he left the city.

“Oh yeah?” he starts, looking over his shoulder as he walks away from me. “Well, do you want to follow me to the bedroom and do something with this nice ass before it goes in for its shift in an hour?”

“You’re gonna let me top?!” I stand excitedly. He almost never lets me top!

“I dunno. Not sure I can compete with whatever little fantasies you’ve been writing down in your book...” He teases, already walking toward the bedroom.

I quickly push in my chair and follow. I can finish my story later. Right now, I need to do some research for my next one.