Service Duty, Chapter 3: David's Revenge (Patreon)

“Where are they?”

“They’ll be here soon. Calm down.”

“They said they’d be here ten minutes ago!” I almost-snap at Ragnar.

“So they’re running late.” He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “What are you so nervous about? Wasn’t this your idea?”

I’ve been pacing back and forth in our living room for the past fifteen minutes, trying not to stare at the clock. It’s been a week since David spent the day on “service duty” for the rangers, a punishment he received as a result of a prank that I put him up to. He was just supposed to swap out Ragnar’s usual pot of ink for one that turns invisible… but then it turned out Ragnar’s boss, Chief Grandtooth, was borrowing his office that day. Needless to say, David ended up with a sore ass—in more ways than one—and to help make it up to him, I agreed to … tonight.

“Says the guy who isn’t about—” A knock on the door cuts me off.

“That must be them.” Ragnar gives me an amused look as he walks to the front door.

“Hello, Ragnar,” Khazak greets his friend with a smile on the other side of the door.

“Khazak, David, come on in.” He steps to the side and lets both men enter our home. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“Can I get anyone anything to drink?” I ask as the two of them take a seat on one of our couches. “Water? Beer?”

“I’m good.” David eyes me with a smirk as he practically prowls to his seat.

“I am alright as well.” Khazak looks amused at David’s obvious eagerness, setting his bag to his side.

“Khazak and I are going to visit a bar after this anyhow, so…” Ragnar pats the spot next to him.

“Great,” I say, going high-pitched for a second. Why am I so nervous?

“So, you already know that as part of his punishment for his prank-attempt, I’ve agreed to let David ‘borrow’ Nylan for the evening,” Ragnar starts to explain once I’ve taken my seat next to him. “But before things get started, I want to go over some ground rules.”

“I’m all ears,” David replies as Khazak sits next to him wearing a knowing smile.

“I’m giving you control of Ny, but I’m still the one in charge.” My own sir points his thumb at himself.

“And I am still in charge of you.” Khazak nudges his avakesh in the side.

“Which is why the two of us will be staying for the first hour and giving the orders,” Ragnar continues.

“What? Don’t trust me to know what I’m doing?” David challenges, his tone all teasing.

“My boy is a delicate flower, and I just need to make sure you treat him properly,” Ragnar replies with a grin, pulling me into his side as I roll my eyes. “First, and this should go without saying, but you’re not allowed to hurt him in a way that would seriously harm him or leave a permanent mark.” He squeezes my shoulder, though I wasn’t actually worried.

“What? I wouldn’t do something like that.” David is surprised at Ragnar’s words.

“Good. Second, after we leave, no one else is allowed over here.” Ragnar points to the front door. “I know you might be sore after having to take care of most of the rangers at the station, but that’s not an option for revenge.”

“Of course not. What exactly do you guys think I’m gonna do to him?” He looks between us and then to Khazak. “I don’t even know that many people here.”

 “Look, it’s just stuff I gotta say,” Ragnar clarifies. “So that there’s absolutely no confusion.”

“Alright, understood, sir.” David gives a silly little salute. “Anything else?”

“Just one.” He reaches into his pocket to pull out a metal contraption he’s only used on me a few times before—a chastity cage. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely going on.” David nods with a wide smile, already off the couch.

“And staying on for a week!” Ragnar informs-slash-surprises me as he stands, handing the cage off to David. “He’s all yours.”

“Thank you, sir.” David accepts the gift with a grin, then faces me. “Alright boy, strip and spread ’em.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say with a shake of my head as I stand and do as I’m told.

“Like you aren’t,” he scoffs, crossing his arms and watching me strip with intent.

It doesn’t take me long to get naked. We don’t usually wear much around the house, just a shirt and some shorts, maybe some underwear. Which I may have skipped wearing tonight altogether since I knew this was happening. Just to avoid wasting time, of course. I toss what I am wearing to the side and return to my seat, spreading my legs wide as David kneels between them.

“Don’t get used to this,” he tells me as he slips the base ring of the cage down my shaft, which is already getting hard. “This’ll be the only time I’m the one on my knees tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” I taunt as he attaches the rest of the cage.

I shudder when my shaft is encased by the cool metal, making it lose some of its hardness. He quickly attaches the two pieces, clicking the lock closed before standing back to admire his handiwork. I frown at my groin and the attached cage.

“Alright, enough pouting,” Ragnar tells me. “Why don’t you two kiss and make up?”

David grins, wiggling his eyebrows at me once before pulling me into him and kissing me. He wastes no time, his tongue immediately seeking entrance into my mouth. I let out a squeak of surprise when I feel his hands move down to my ass and squeeze me roughly.

“Oh yeah, definitely spanking that later,” he taunts me.

We make out like that in front of our men for a few minutes, David still taking the lead as he plays with my butt. I dare to reach one of my hands down and rub against his crotch, finding him already rock hard. The hands on my ass tighten as he grinds against my palm.

“I think you might be wearing a little too much clothing, David,” Khazak comments as we break our kiss.

“I think you might be right, sir.” David grins at me, already unbuttoning his shirt.

He sits down to pull off his boots, setting them to the side while he pulls off his shirt, pants, and jockstrap. He tosses them all onto a corner of the couch before retaking his seat, locking his hands behind his head. His hard cock points up against his stomach, precum already starting to gather at the tip. It might be smaller than our orcs’, but it’s still a pretty nice dick.

“Get on your knees, boy,” Ragnar orders behind me. “Show him what you can do with that mouth.”

Happy to do as I’m told, I sink to my knees between David’s legs, spreading his knees with my hands. Since I wasn’t given explicit instructions, I start by leaning forward and licking a stripe up the base of his cock. Then I wrap my lips around his head and swallow him down in one smooth stroke.

“Holy shit,” David gasps, hand shooting to the back of my head. 

I smile around the base of his cock, happy to have caused that reaction. I follow up by bobbing up and down on his shaft nice and slow a few times, my cheeks hollowed out from the suction. This is supposed to be part of an apology, so I’m trying to give him some of my very best work.

“He likes when you pull his hair,” Ragnar sells me out from behind. “And he can hold his breath for a surprisingly long time.”

I look up and lock eyes with David as he processes that information, his grip getting even tighter. He starts to guide my head as I move up and down his shaft, not quite trying to fuck my face, just letting me know he can. Each time I reach the base of his cock, he holds me down a little longer, testing Ragnar’s boast about my breathing. He wasn’t lying.

“Since we are talking about things people like,” Khazak starts, “Nylan, pull off and move down to his balls. David: no touching your cock.”

“Yessir,” David replies without a hint of disappointment as I pull off.

I dutifully move my mouth farther south, nuzzling against the furry sack and taking a quick whiff of his musk. I start to slowly take my tongue over each of his balls, David’s body shifting in response. He moans softly, his cock gives a nice twitch as I suck each one into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see his hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch himself.

“Good,” Khazak praises me. “Now, move lower.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” David answers before I’ve even pulled his ball out of my mouth.

He lifts his legs, hooking both arms behind his knees as he bends himself in two to present his hole. He might be more flexible than I am. It’s hard not to laugh at his eagerness, so I cover myself by doing exactly what I’m supposed to and eating his ass. Can’t blame the guy for liking his ass played with. I am well acquainted with how good it feels myself.

I lap over the fuzzy hole, not missing the way he pushes against my tongue. I focus more closely on my target, running my tongue around the rim of his hole in slow circles before pushing all the way in. He moans, hands still around his legs, but I can tell he wants to grab his cock. His legs twitch every now and again as I tongue-fuck his hole, his toes curling.

“Alright, back to his cock” is Ragnar’s next order. “David, let’s see what you can do.”

“You got it, sir,” David replies, setting his legs down when I pull away.

He surprises me by standing up and pulling me toward his cock. At first my hands scrabble for purchase on his thighs, but I find my balance, trusting David to keep me from falling too far back. He thrusts his hip forward in time with the movements of my head, meeting me halfway each time he fills my throat.

“You know what I kept thinking the whole time I was tied up in the ranger station?” David asks me from above. “‘I’m glad I’m the one doing this instead of Ny because there’s no way he could handle it.’”

I look up and glare as best I can while getting my gullet stuffed.

“But I bet you would be fine if we kept it to just your mouth, huh?” he teases with a wink, holding my face against his crotch.

“You’re probably right,” Ragnar agrees. “He’s been telling me about how badly he wants to blow Chief Grandtooth for years.”

“Maybe we could set him up under a desk for a while,” David suggests.

“You know, we’ve actually done that already,” Ragnar reveals. “A few times.”

“No shit?” David responds in disbelief.

“Have you ever noticed the way he sometimes seems to show up for lunch out of nowhere?” Khazak adds, revealing my secret.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” David mutters from above.

I (somewhat stupidly) didn’t realize that Khazak knew that little secret, and I feel my body flush red. David very clearly loved the story, his cock seeming to grow even harder in my mouth. My cock tries to do the same in its cage but is of course just met with stubborn inflexible metal.

At the same time, the grip on my hair gets tighter, David fucking my face with almost the full length of his cock. I haven’t gagged once, but drool is starting to leak out of my mouth and down my jaw. His balls slap against my chin in a steady rhythm, and I can barely see because my eyes are watering, but I can’t lie—I’m loving this.

“You are really fucking good at this,” David tells me, half-growling. “I’m getting close.”

I moan as best I can around the cock in my throat, though I don’t think that announcement was for me.

“What do you think? Should we let him cum?” Ragnar asks Khazak.

“Well, he has listened to all our instructions so far,” Khazak reasons. “And I would like to get to the bar before it gets too late.”

“Alright, you heard him. Feed my boy that load,” Ragnar instructs.

“Yes, sir!” David happily agrees.

It already feels like he’s thrusting as fast as he can, his movements getting more and more shallow until he’s barely pulling even halfway out of my mouth. With his prick perpetually tickling the back of my throat, I have to focus harder on not gagging and timing my breath. It’s a lot of work, but when I feel that cock start to twitch, expand, and then get shoved all the way into my throat so it can explode with a moan, I know it’s all worth it. God, I love sucking dick.

David’s chest heaves above me as he catches breath, his body still twitching as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Cock still hard, I suck out the last few drops of his cum, the rest of it already in my stomach. I know my face is a mess, but I still make sure to give David my best happy cocksucker smile when I pull off him with a soft pop.

“That was awesome.” David sounds a little dazed, and he looks a little sweaty, too.

“I’ll say,” Ragnar agrees.

“Very good show, boys,” Khazak congratulates us.

“Thank you, sir,” David replies before helping me to stand. “You, uh, need a towel?” he asks, looking over my messy face.

“Yes,” Ragnar answers, holding the one he was keeping at the ready just for this. “At least before I say goodbye.”

He turns me toward him, wiping my face gently before leaning down to kiss me slowly. His tongue does not venture very far into my mouth, not eager to taste David’s load, but I can still feel the heat behind it—especially when he reaches down to grab my ass. He likes seeing me used. When we break apart, I can see Khazak doing the same with David.

“David, I got you something special for later,” Khazak tells him, reaching into his bag to pull out a smaller bag.

“Thank you, sir.” David accepts the bag, looking surprised.

“Alright, you boys know the rules,” Ragnar says as they start toward the front door. “We’ll know if you break ’em.”

“We will be back in the morning,” Khazak tells us, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Be good.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir,” we say in unison as they exit.

“Have fun!” David adds before closing the door. “I know I will.”

“So… what’s in the bag?” I ask, immediately curious.

“Lemme see.” David opens the bag’s flap and looks inside. At first he looks confused, but after reaching in and moving whatever it is around some, he’s back to grinning widely. “This is amazing.”

“What is it?” Now I’m even more curious.

“You’ll find out,” he tells me as he closes the bag, still grinning. “You know, I think I will take that beer now. Meet me in the bedroom.”

Still naked with bag in hand, he walks down the hallway, all swagger. While part of me wants to smirk and roll my eyes at my friend’s cockiness, the other part, the part locked in this damn cock cage, loves it. I sigh contentedly to myself. This is what I asked for.