The D&D Party

[Spermpig]

 

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks.  Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease.  All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot.  And lonesome a lot.  Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest.  And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck.  Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud.

As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest.  It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity.  In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group.  It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear.

It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it.  And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me.  “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself.  So I struck up a conversation with him.

Me:  You have a D&D group?  Cool!  Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players?

DM:  Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more.  Are you interested?

Me:  I’m VERY interested!  I’d love the chance to play with you guys.  Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on?

DM:  Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays.  We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time.  It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm.

Me:  All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with

DM:  Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex.  The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun.  Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys…

Me:  Is the sex expected or…?

DM:  Naw.  It usually happens at the end of the evenings.  You can always just go home at that point if you want.  Or just watch.

Me:  Good to know.  Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me!

DM:  Really?  Do tell….

Me:  haha, I don’t know.

DM:  oh come on.  Use your imagination.  D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness

Me:  You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs.  They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson.  It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment.  By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin.

DM:  hmmm.  Now that IS hot.

Me:  heh, yeah.  I guess I have a dark fantasy life.

DM:  well, I think you are just what our party needs.  Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear?

Me:  Yeah!  I’m free.  I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure.  And I have a leather harness.  And a jock.

DM:  Wear them.  We’re gonna have a lot of fun.  Oh!  Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20?

Me:  Um… no.  No multi-sided dice here.  I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet…

DM:  Go get it.  I’ll wait

I left to go rummage around in my games.  I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer.

Me:  Back.  I have the Yahtzee dice.

DM:  Good.  Pick three and roll them for me.  And tell me what numbers you get.

I did as I was told.  Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better.  Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws).  These dice weren’t necessarily kind.

Me:  I got a 1, a 2 and a 4.

DM:  Excellent.  Thank you.

Me:  what was I rolling for?

DM:  Don’t you worry about that.  It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign.  Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok?  Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case.  You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off.  Who knows?  They’re a good group

I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday.

I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly.  My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited.  Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too!  Lord knows I could use it!  And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing.  I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind.

Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited.  I was also more than a bit nervous.  After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy.  What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me?  I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back.  At least it was an opportunity, right?

I prepared myself as requested.  Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny!  I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided.  I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach.

There was a note on the door with my name on it.  I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend.  Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal.  If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter.  Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.”

The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note.  It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin.  So I turned the doorknob and entered.

The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by.  I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway.  There was some low, atmospheric music playing.  It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties.  As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.”  Again, nice touch.

At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb.  There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts.  At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk.  He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns.  He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left.  On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice.  The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light.

I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon.  Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure.  My skin just crawled with that feeling.

“Welcome,” he said.  I am your Dungeon Master.  You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice.

“We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign.  First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening.  This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it.  Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?”

Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.”  Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase.  Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go?  I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff.

“Come forward.  It’s time to create your character.”  He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen.  “You are to be a Paladin.  After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one.  Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?”

I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready.  “Astor.  I would like to be known as Astor.  Astor the Pure.”

The DM looked at me and smirked.  “Ass.. tore.  How fitting.”  This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain.  “And are you pure, as your name states?  Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?”

“Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered.

The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face.  “Well then.  Well met, Astor... the pure.”   The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities.  Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out.

The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer.  I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again.

“The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time.  But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?”

“Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly.

“Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party.  You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern.  Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded.

“Roll the d20,” he commanded.

I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me.  It was a 2.

The DM chuckled low and throaty.  “A 2.  Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor.  While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen.  Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase.

“Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say.  The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know.  I took off all my clothes.  His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table.  When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots.

“Roll the d20 again,” he commanded.  And again the die was not kind.  It was a 4.

“Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.”  His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched.  Orcs?  No.  He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago.  I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver.

“Roll the d20 again.  This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face.  The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type.  For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4.  If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc.  May the fates be kind.”

I hesitated.  The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die?  Did I really want to go through with this?  I had a safe phrase.  I could opt out.  I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement.  I could still back out later if things went off the rails.  So I picked up the die and rolled….

I got an 11.

“An 11.  That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band.  And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted.

This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain.  There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell.  The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face.  I rolled.

A 12.

Fuck.

“Astor the Pure.  On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs.  Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs.  12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.”  The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk.  I obeyed.

As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”.  It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet.  The orcs were rough as they subdued me.  One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me.  I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass.  At least two other orcs grabbed my arms.  One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap.

My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts.  Was this really happening?  Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys??  Am I up for this?  Do I even WANT this to happen?  I was very conflicted but was also very turned on.  A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation.  A moan escaped my lips.

The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock.  As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling.  There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast.  When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around.  That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time.

There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask.  Their faces were totally obscured.  They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch.  Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear.  It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed.  My eyes passed over each of them in turn.

One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type.  Bulldog harness and nothing else.  Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him.  His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body.  He licked his lips.

The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy.  Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring.  Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs.  His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body.  Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle.  There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head.

The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more?  It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique.  No harness, but he had on chaps.  And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human.  Had to be 10 inches at least.  Straight as an arrow.  And meaty thick.  Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions.  And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too.  My hole puckered tightly just seeing him.

The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god.  One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags.  He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things.  He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft.  I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind.

The last Orc was a Black guy.  Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut.  My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock.

Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice.  “Get in the sling, Paladin.  We need release, and you are going to provide it.  DO IT!”

I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable.  The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles.  My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me.  I wasn’t going anywhere.

Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him.  “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.”  I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth.  I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside.  I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything.

“Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask.  “Let me go first, guys,” another said.  “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.”

At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc.  “Um, guys?  What about protection?” I asked.

They all laughed.

Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again.

“Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively.

His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon.  “You have your safe phrase.  You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose.  The others will abide.  However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.”

Again, my mind was spinning.  What do I do?  Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms?  Were they going to cum in me?  I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do.  But I was negative and mostly played safe.  I was fraught with conflicting emotions.  Fear. Excitement.  Nervousness.  Desire.  Shame.

In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again.  Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth.  During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me.  One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront.  Dark, twisted, wicked desire.

My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me.

The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs.  While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger.  They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come.  First one finger, then two.  More lube.  More fingers.  I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up.  I hoped the fucks would go smoother.

“That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say.  “Have at him, boy.  Fill him with your special orc lube.”

I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir?  May I please have some poppers?”

“Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say.  And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands.

I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid.  I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle.  I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.  As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole.

I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first.  It was the twink Orc.  Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion.  He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass.  Each thrust went just a fraction deeper.  And deeper.  And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass.

“His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said.  And then he started fucking.  At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed.  Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger.

Around us the other Orcs were watching.  The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face.  Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me.  Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest.  His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly.

“Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches.  My nips had always been wired directly to my hole.   Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode.

“Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!”

The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass.  He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder.  Then he rammed in hard and cried out.  I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts.  Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more.  I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed.

“Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out.  “Next!”

He and Hispanic Orc traded places.  I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me.  While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring.  “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again.

Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm.  Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded.  I obeyed.

Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock.  I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit.  The pleasure was crazy intense.  I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick.  I’m too close.”  The mouth action stopped immediately.

“We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off.

“I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly.  A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me.  He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass.

He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole.  I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it.

“I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate.  Oh shit, I thought.  His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me.  I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big.  Ever.  I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.  Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase.

I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him.  “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded.  He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains.  I inhaled deeply and multiple times.  As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.”

To his credit, he did.  At first.  He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me.  It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life.  It just kept going and going.  Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped.

“Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully.

He laughed.  “Nope.  I still have about two inches left.  We gotta open up that second ring tho.”  So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before.  It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me.  I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick.

Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in.  And I swear I saw heaven.  I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me.  “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now.  He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!”

They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me.  He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside.  He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues.  The pleasure was incredible.

Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt.  Ad he did it again.  And again.   And again.  And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me.  During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk.

I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me.  To fucking use me and not to stop.  I was also getting close to orgasming.  The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much.

“Jesus Christ!  I’m about to cum!” I shouted.  “You are fucking my load out of me!  I’m going to cum hand’s free!  FUCK!  DON’T STOP!”

With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest.  This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before.  My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever.

“He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said.  “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!”

I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain.  What did he mean by dirty orc seed?  I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything.  But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used.  The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass.

Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode.  But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object.

“I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.”  His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare.

He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked.  It was all about him.  I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit.  When I asked him if I could he said No.  I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care.  He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat.  Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard.  Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock.

Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips.  This got me going again, albeit slowly.  Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me.  The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now.  They were watching this hot muscle stud use me.

“AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING!  AWWW SHIT YEAH!  FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts.  I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc.  I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on.

Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor.  He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon.

Black Orc was next.  Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken.  “Hit the poppers, bud.  You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice.  “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head.

I hit the poppers hard.  They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me.  And I mean, shoved.  All at once.  To the hilt.  It hurt like a motherfucker!

I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me.  He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long.  So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring.  His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in.  The pleasure-pain was excruciating.

He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass.  The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts.  Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain.

“Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain.  Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show.  I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop.  It would all stop.  And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to.

“AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain.  I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads.  “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth.

I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen.  The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag.  But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done.  Then they both pull out at the same time.

I feel tears roll down the sides of my face.  Tears of relief.  It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization.  12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five….  My spirit broke a little at that point.

I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped.  I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master.

Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me.  Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again.  My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream.  I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state.  The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening.  Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again.  That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring.  I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging.

I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me.  How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall.  I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon.

“And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head.

“Sore,” I mumbled.  “And tired.  And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.”

“Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor.  You see, I haven’t had my turn yet.  The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads.  Damn, that kid can shoot, huh?  Anyway, that was 11 turns.  The die spoke and chose 12.  So that leaves me.”

As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me.  He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked.  He really did have an impressive physique.  Muscular but not overdone.  Furry chest and belly.  Salt and pepper in his beard.  And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock.  Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it.

It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more.  And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head.  And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit.

A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face.  “I see you staring at my cock, Astor.  Don’t worry, I’m not like the others.  I’m not going to hurt you with it.  No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you.  But I do enjoy letting the boys go first.  It makes entry… less challenging.  Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.”

I groaned at the prospect of what was coming.  I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore.  It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep.  I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was.

“Turn over, Astor.  Get on all fours at the edge of the bed.  If you please.”

Slowly, I did as I was commanded.  Fear was gnawing at my stomach.  But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come.  Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back.  It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry.  I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something.  Later I learned that it was a mink glove.  All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing.  The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive.  I shivered.

He started running the glove over my ass.  My legs.  My balls.  As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole.  I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue.  He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove.

My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening.  My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire.  Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment.  It was liberating.

He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there.  The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area.  His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock.  He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there.  Nudging around.  Teasing.

The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire.  I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master.

“You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice.  He kept teasing me with the glove.

“Sir…  Oh fuck!  Oh yes!  You have no idea Master… oh shit.  Jesus!”

“Get on your back, Astor.”

I flipped over, hungrily.  The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me.  He took off the glove and put it aside.  I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled.  “Don’t worry,” he said.  “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now.  It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.”

Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection.  Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing.  It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth.  I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow.

From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples.  Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced.  I needed him to fuck me.  I needed his cock inside me.  I NEEDED.

“Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR!  Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked.  “Need…. Cock… in… me.”

He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine.  And hoh.  Lee.  Fuck!  What a fantastic kisser!  You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting?  But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity?  Yeah, it was the second one.  In spades.  I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers.

When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more.  “Fuck me.  NOW.” I commanded.  I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything.  I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard.

He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock.  I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole.  I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees.  He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine.

Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care.  It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit.  But fuck it.  I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before.

Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open.  I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy.  I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker.

When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss.  I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock.  With HIS cock.  And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire.  I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth.

I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t.  10 minutes?  2 hours?  I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure.  Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure.  He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant.

Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me.  He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple.  The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge.

I started spraying my load everywhere.  It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes.  I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere.  As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me.  I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides.  It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me.

After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap.  We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep.  I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated.  Dungeon Master stirred beside me.

“Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered.

“That’s your choice, Astor.  Did you have a good adventure at least?”

“Honestly?  The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much.  And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me.  I normally only let guys I’m dating do that.  But the sex with you?  Wow.  Fucking WOW.  So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you.  I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time.  I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I also don’t mind sharing you with the others.  You are a full member of our campaign, now.  We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional.  It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.”

“I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said.  “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again.  That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.”

He laughed.  “That’s Roger.  And yeah, it’s pretty amazing.  He actually left his card and number for you.  I think your ass charmed him.  As did your no-handed orgasm.”

As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth.  “Um, Dungeon Master?  Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right?  I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?”

He walked me up the stairs and to the front door.  “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head.  “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat?  That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.”

“And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly.  This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach.

“Yes.  You did.  And your dice chose your path.  Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t.  And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t.

I was stunned and starting to panic a bit.  I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door.  “Until we meet again, Astor.  Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

[Bicycledude]

What an amazing story. Got my juices flowing. Would love to meet the DM😈💦🐷☣️

[Bicycledude]

Hope there’s more 😈

[sleazebugga]

Wow, great writing. Hot as fuck. Hope there is another chapter 😈

[Guest Pozpig867]

Please more! 

[BBArchangel]

This was great fun. Well done!

[kls1]

Very hot. My cock is so hard. 

[rapazsolitario]

It was totally perfect, I hope there is more. Best story ever, mate.

[Skanman]

I hope there are more quests for cock in Astor’s future. 🐷

If D&D had really been this interesting, I’m sure it would have been far more popular 😜😜

Please Sir, may we have some more??

[jeff238]

And so it was...Astor the pure, driven from the realm, only to be replaced by Astor The Brave!

[dazzasboy]

Outstanding simply the best here for a while. Really appreciate writing like this

[Guest Goodbye]

Loved the story... 

[MartyHVL]

Wow, i just loved reading that amazing story.  Thanks - as others have said previously,  that brings a very horny side to D&D games that i think we all wish we found 😉

 

[bottombehr]

On 4/18/2021 at 11:42 PM, Skanman said:

I hope there are more quests for cock in Astor’s future. 🐷

If D&D had really been this interesting, I’m sure it would have been far more popular 😜😜

Please Sir, may we have some more??

More please!

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[Loveitraw]

I've read this a few times and it's definitely hit the spot each and every time. Easily the best thing I've read on here for a while so thanks for arousing and showing us how it's done!