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Good, Stable, Hands III

Contains: M / M+, Submission, Punishment, Monster (Troll, Orc), Foursome

Explicit short story. Lumi wakes up at his Master’s mansion and learns that everything given can be taken away just as easily.

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The warm rays of the morning sun woke me precisely where the foxling servant had left me. My naked body ached from the last night’s battering and I hardly had any strength to rise. 

Someone had brought a glass of shimmering liquid next to my night table. I stared at it for a while as the light danced around it. Getting up was hard, but I managed to wrench myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. I took the glass next to me into my hands and twirled my fingers over its surface, the liquid was still cold and I decided to take a small sip.

It tasted bitter, but something in it made my soreness disappear, so I decided to down the whole glass with one quick swig. Near the window, there was a low bowl with water in it, meant to be used for washing oneself. After taking in the morning sun, I washed myself only to hear a loud clearing of a throat behind me.

The foxling I had met yesterday stood at the door frame and looked at me expectedly. 

“Master wants to see you now,” he uttered and waved his hand at me, beckoning me to follow him. I quickly grabbed my clothes, when the foxling chortled “Really now? Do you really think you’re going to need them?”

“Oh… I see,” I spluttered back as I got the hint. I dropped my worn clothes back on the bed and followed the foxling as he led me to the other side of the mansion. The whole building was full of opulent decorations and valuable items. Sunshine made the warmly-colored walls glow. As we arrived, I was led into a large room with bluish and golden hues and a large canopy bed tucked nicely across from the doorway.

The huge mountain troll, my master, laid on the bed, drinking his morning wine from a gorgeous crystal glass. The blue blanket covered only the bottom half of Master’s body. The colors around him made his ashen skin look more vibrant. Master’s bulging breasts sagged over his round fat belly. Greyish furlike hair covered his body except for his large tusks and horns. I tried to cover my small naked body with my hands as I entered the room.

As he turned to look at me, I realized why I had been summoned. The heavy fabric covering his loins was slightly raised and when he saw me it grew larger.

“Come here, toy,” Master called, and like last night, I obeyed immediately.

I walked over to his bed and crawled slowly towards him. Master put down his glass and moved the blanket aside, letting me see that wonderful chubby cock again. It was swaddled inside a pouch, yet clearly yearning to be released.

“You did well last night. Today, you need to do better,” he said nonchalantly. 

“I will do my best,” I answered back as I stared at his growing member. His body earned for me as mine did for his. I slipped closer and knelt next to him. Gently, I began to massage his pouch, feeling the rod inside of it. He slapped my naked bum and then lifted it up so that I was bowing down to his crotch. With one hand, he fondled my cheeks as I got aroused from his manhandling.

His thick crown popped out glistening from his fluids. 

“Your skills are wasted as a stablehand, you’re much more suited to be my whore,” he taunted me.

“Yes, my lord, I can be your whore,” I answered without looking back at him, dazzled by the member I was rubbing. I yelped when he slapped my cheeks again, much harder than before.

“I told you to do better!” Master lashed and hit my cheeks third time.

“I-I’m doing my best!” I shivered back “Let me serve you, my lord.”

He huffed in frustration and reached to get something from the drawer of his bedside table. He then forcefully pressed my head against the soft mattress and lifted my butt even higher.

“Maybe this will inspire you,” he growled, sounding thrilled.

He had picked up a string of stiff pearls, each about the size of a small plum. He then wet them with the fluids coming from his pouch and started to push each one one by one into my unripe hole. I cried every time he forced one in. He must have put in at least a dozen of them before he pushed my butt back down. The action had finally popped his thick shaft out, only leaving the end knot inside.

I panted against the mattress when he tugged the string, making me gasp sharply. The pearls put pressure against my walls and I whimpered in response. Master had begun to rub his hilt, my agony beneath his touch pleased him greatly. With each pull I whimpered more and more, my pain turning into pleasure. His rubbing accompanied by my loud moans made his knot burst out. All the pearls pushed against my opening from the inside and I came, letting out a sharp cry.

Master dropped the string and let the rest stay inside of me. I crawled to the top of his fat belly as he lay next to me and began to suck on his nipples, making them harden. He finally let out a passionate moan and whet his loins against me. 

Suddenly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me down towards his cock, forcing himself inside with the pearls. His thick cock was hot and ready to erupt. The pearls inside of me rubbed furiously against his rod with every thrust and he shot his sizzling seed inside, my second climax following not far behind. He then pulled the pearls and his cock out of me, shooting a couple more white strings on my belly.

As soon as he was finished, he pushed me down and got up.

“That wasn’t better. Leave,” Master snapped as he began to wash himself.

“But…” I muttered, his cum slowly dripping down on me.

“I might give you another chance, but not today. Go and I will call for you if I see it fit,” he answered back while getting dressed. Without paying me any attention, the mountain troll left the room, letting his servant in, who in turn gave me a fresh set of clothing and sent me on my way without any answers.

Confused, I took the same forest path I had taken last evening and walked back to the fields. Whatever I had done to displease my Master was out of my reach. My body ached again and I had to walk slowly. The past few weeks had been some of the best and the worst of my life. I felt like I was being constantly pulled into different directions and wondered if staying here was worth the trouble.

The sun was already high when I arrived and my disappearance had not gone unnoticed. The Foreman, a massive humanoid of a man was the first one to greet me, but he was not happy to see me, even though I had given him the pleasuring of a lifetime yesterday.

Twice.

The Foreman yelled at me for being late and not doing my chores properly while the others watched, also looking annoyed. I looked down as I was reprimanded in front of everyone and left when I was given permission. No other worker helped me with the chores that day, just like after my arrival here, I was ostracized from the group. Visiting the centaur did not help either, he refused to let me into his stable. When the day ended, I returned to the worker’s house and things had gotten mellower with my fellow workers, they treated me like they had the day before, and I fell asleep on my coarse spring mattress appeased.

The next morning, my body did not ache as much and I returned to work as usual. The Foreman send me to pitch freshly cut hay with another worker. There was a smaller field farther away from the farm, near a pine wood forest where we would spend the rest of the day. The man with me was a sinewy gnoll, who I had seen a few times, but never talked with.

My attempts at starting a conversation were shut down quickly as we walked to the field. When I tried to ask something, he did not answer back, so I decided to keep quiet as well. I stared at his scarred back and black furry spots as he walked in front of me. When we arrived, we worked in silence. The work itself was strenuous for me, but the gnoll seemed to be good at it. At noon we took our first break, sitting apart in silence. 

While I saw munching away my apple, he removed his sweat-stained top and sniffed the air with his long snout. The gnoll’s ragged fur was dirty yet dense. His head turned suddenly towards me and he walked closer while sniffing the air. His bitter scent filled the air as he stood right before me, still whiffing the air around us as I sat next to a dead pine tree.

“... Uh, can I help you?” I asked when suddenly an arrow flew through the air, piercing the gnoll's throat, killing him instantly. I hit the ground and hid behind the fallen tree as I saw three large dark-skinned orcs in leather armor step out of the forest. They barely missed me when they stepped towards the dead gnoll and lifted it into the air.

“Hah! Easy prey!” One of them said and the others laughed in unison. I pushed my back against the tree when I felt a dry branch beneath me snap. The orcs immediately turned to look at me and the biggest of them leaped towards me, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me into the air like they’d done to the gnoll. I kicked myself free and ran, only to be caught by a second one by my shoulder.

“Little elf, little elf, you’ ’re not going anywhere,” he purred excitedly, “Stay down!”

He pushed me to the ground and checked me for weapons. His rough hands groped my body as I tried to struggle, laying on my belly. The orc was heavy and strong, easily keeping me down with half of his hand as he fondled my body. The other side of my face was buried deep into the mud below us when the orc put his whole weight on me.

“Good for nothing elven slut,” he murmured and slid a knife close to my neck. I panted and whispered, “Actually, they say I’m somewhat good at that.”

Confused, the orc pulled his knife away and asked puzzled, “At what?” Our short conversation had also piqued interest in the other two.

“Whoring,” I replied detached, might as well give it a try, I thought.

“Well, then… Do you mind to give us a sip?” The orc on top of me asked with a wide smirk on his short snout, thinking I was just trying to buy more time.

“Why not? I’ll show you what I can do and you’ll let me live.” 

“If you’re good, we take you to our chieftain, if you fail, we will kill you” he replied back. He had given me his final terms. 

“Alright, it’s a deal,” I said and the orc lifted me from the ground, ordering the third one to keep watch.

The orc sat on the dead pine tree as I undressed in front of him. Making sure he could see everything my slim body had to offer, then I climbed on his lap and kissed his neck, tenderly licking it as he pulled his cock out. I grinded my hip on his lower body when he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. The second orc stood right in front of me with his thick shaft out. Immediately slapping me with it on the cheek. In conjunction both thrusted their cocks into me and began to thrust in frenzy. I wrapped my hands around the waist of the one standing in front of me and rode hard. First, the one below me drove deep into me and while he pulled back, the second one shoved his shaft into my mouth. The force swung me back and forth, both hitting me as deep as they could get their dirty members in. Both laughed in glee as the third one looked jealous from afar. 

All of a sudden I was pushed down to my knees and the first orc penetrated me from behind whilst kneeling. Massive ballsacks hit me in the chin and thighs as the attack continued. I clawed at the ground desperately, trying to reach for something to hold on.

“My turn,” yelled the one abusing my mouth and laid down as he pulled me on top of him. I gasped in relief for having been given a small break from the constant barrage. He lined his cock with his friend’s and they both penetrated me at the same time. I wailed in heat, my own cock getting harder as they pommeled into my sore hole. The third one had decided to ditch his duty as a watchman, grabbed me by the hair, and took his rightful place in my mouth, all three rammed my holes with primal ferocity, moaning loudly. My limb body trying to keep up with the rhythm. 

The first one to come was surprisingly the third orc. He shot massive amounts of cum into my throat and kept his cock in as the other two still pummeled into my hole. Soon my thighs got soaked with their sticky seed as they both thrust deep within and released their loads. All three kept their throbbing rods in me, shooting load after load, when I began to convulse around their shafts and came. As my euphoria passed, they were still lacing my insides with their cum, making my belly bulge from the amount of it. My whole body trembled when they finally pulled out and tied me down. Their seed gushed out of me into the muddy ground. 

“Chief will decide what to do with you,” The biggest one said wearily as they carried me deep into the forest with them.

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Good, Stable, Hands II

Contents: M/M, M/M/M, Monster sex (Humanoid/Troll/Elf), Dubcon, edging, public sex, rough sex, dp.

Explicit short story. The young half-elf gets called into his employers' mansion.

It has been a week since I was sent to that stable to clean it. To the Master’s surprise, the centaur had been very calm when he showed him to the buyers. So calm even, that he had decided to keep him after all. They had no idea how he had become so calm but knew it had something to do with me. As such, it was now my duty to take care of his stable. The centaur had promised to stay on his best behavior as long as he had the opportunity to breed me every now and then.

I honestly didn’t mind it. My salary was raised and now I had earned some prestige among my peers. Besides, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy our little nightly meetings. I was seen as a dedicated worker. I had even caught Master’s attention. I had seen him shooting glances at me while I worked in the fields, but something told me he didn’t like me at all.

I had previously talked with him only once and it was very brief. Most of my introduction was handled by the Foreman. The Master’s only words to me had been the warning about the farthest centaur stable, which I had obeyed.

Until that one fateful night.

During my morning routines while I was washing my dishes alone in the workers' house the Foreman came to me and told me that the Master wanted to see me after I had finished the day’s chores. Fear started to creep up to me beneath my skin. The Foreman was a large humanoid man, I couldn’t pinpoint his exact species, I was sure he had some human in him. He had been a blacksmith before losing his left arm in a tavern brawl. Compared to my slender size, he still had the muscles of one. Sometimes I wondered how he tied his dark green hair so neatly without his other arm. I was not sure if the calluses on his hand had come from his time as a smith or did the work on the farm made it so.

“Why?” I asked, “He’s not going to fire me, is he?”

The Master rarely met workers and going to him usually meant he had decided to let you go. He might have hired me and given me a raise, but I knew he didn’t like elves.

“How should I know?” The Foreman said with a slightly annoyed tone. He kept his distance from me, yet I could still smell the whiskey bottle he had downed after waking up.

“You elves bring nothing, but trouble.” He spitted at me, like even talking to me was well below his level.

“Half-elf.” I attempted to correct him, hoping in my mind that maybe our perceived connection might win some goodwill, but my attempt only led to an annoyed huff from him. Figuring he would leave as soon as he had given his piece, I turned around and continued to wash my dishes only to feel a large hand grabbing my throat from behind. The smell of his breath increased even more when he whispered to my right ear.

“Half the breed, half the harm.”

He pinned me against the sink with his hip and started to slowly grind his crotch against my rear.

“Hey, you can’t…” My words stuck to my mouth as he slid his hand over my lips. I could feel his member becoming harder and harder with each passing grind. It was nothing compared with the centaur’s cock, but it still felt sizable. With each push, he grunted louder. The foreman’s weight was crushing me and my soapy hands didn’t let me grab anything worthwhile to reach.

He let go of my throat and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. Fearing he might do the same for me, I closed my eyes, only to realize he slid his only working hand under my shirt and began to squeeze my nipples. The unwanted attention made me whimper, which made him grind even harder. I took a peek behind me and saw a large swollen head grating my behind through my linen clothing. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, a slightly purple, sharply shaped tip ramming my buttocks. The sight of it and the constant grinding aroused me. I bit my lip and chose to enjoy.

Just as I started to enjoy myself, he let out a howling moan and came all over my clothing, shooting rope after rope of cum all over my back. Without any words, he took a dishrag I had just used and wiped himself clean. Throwing the rag back into the sink after using it. My hardened nipples begged for more care, but the foreman just dressed and left me where I stood.

Horny, annoyed, and slightly disgusted with his abuse of a kitchen textile, I threw the dishrag away and left to continue with my daily chores.

During the day, I tried to relieve myself several times, but to no avail. My annoyance had taken over. The rough surface of my clothing did not help me at all. Every time I turned or bent down to pick something up, my nipples and my crotch felt arousal. Working with my fellow stablehands, I was happy with how the linen was thick enough to hide my body. Through my ever-craving mind, I thought about a few things.

First, even if at first I wasn’t fine with how things had gone. I realized I’d started to like how the centaur and the Foreman had abused me.

Second, I hoped my parents didn’t know what kind of a child they had raised.

Third, I really had to clean the centaur’s stable tonight.

Finishing my daily chores felt like agony. A sudden shipment came in and we had to take it in. Every now and then when I thought nobody could see me, I tried to grind my hips to any smooth enough object I could find. A day’s worth of sweating made me feel only worse. I thought how I was glad no one saw what the Foreman had done with me. It wasn’t unheard of elves becoming the group’s bitch. To be used every time someone needed to be relieved.

I bit my lower lip.

No, that’s not what I want. I’m just horny. I really had to pull myself together.

After spending almost a month on this farm, I had seen some of my fellow workers having sex together. Someone told me the Master only hired men and more masculine folk because he thought women would distract everyone from work. I’m sure he knew sex was going to happen anyway. Had he been a tad smarter, he’d have everyone wearing a chastity belt, unlike the invisible one I seemed to carry with me today.

The sun had already set when we finished our work. The Foreman came to tell me again that the Master wanted to see me. He seemed unbothered about what had happened in the morning. Grudgingly, I started to make my way to the Master’s mansion.

The house was very large and far from the workers' house and the stables. To get to it, you had to take a small path that took you through a small batch of a thick forest. With a lantern on my other hand, I picked a few moist leaves and wiped myself as best as I could from the day’s muck and sweat. The small wood wyverns croaked in the trees while waiting for the moon to rise. During flight, their tiny emerald scales twinkled in the fading light. Sometimes the workers tried to catch them and fry the meat, making small little trinkets from their skin to send back home or sell at the market. The evening air and scent of the moist leaves and moss filled my nostrils.

I felt at peace.

Following the small path I finally reached the Master’s house. The rising moon made it glow slightly, making the gorgeous decorations even more so. The house might be pretty, but the creeping feeling inside told me otherwise. Going to the house was nothing good.

The large stone doors were opened to me by a young foxling servant. I had always liked how their reddish fur looked. He looked well kept as one serving such house should be. I felt inadequate in comparison. The foxling led me to another grand door through the house. I’d have liked to stay and watch all the dazzling decorations, but I knew my place.

As I stepped in, the Master was just finishing his meal. He let out a booming belch and wiped his mouth on a cloth napkin as his fat hairy belly shook underneath him. The room was lit by a large hearth and candles too many to count. The hardwood floors felt nice even through my paper shoes.

“Come in.” The Master said, “I was expecting to you be here earlier.”

I stepped closer and looked at him. The Master was a huge mountain troll. Large features on his ashen face were framed by even larger tusks and curved horns. One of his hands could easily cover my whole face. He was a lot older than me, but still in his prime. Underneath all that fat was pure muscle. He looked well-kept with his braided hair and beard. He wore a large red robe and furs over his broad shoulders.

“I apologize, my lord. Our work took longer than expected, but the shipment of gears arrived today and we managed to put them into the stockpile.” as I said it, I dropped my gaze and looked down. I knew my place.

“Humph, good.” The Master said after taking a long swig from his wine. “I’ve heard you work well with that devil of a centaur. I’ve even heard I gave you a raise for it?”

Startled, I answered “Yes, he is very calm with me. I’m not sure why, but maybe his last owner was an elf.” My voice sounded hesitant. How did he not know he had given me a raise, did he not pay any attention to how we worked?

“Come here, I want to see you better.” as he said it I took swift steps towards him and stood next to his chair at the end of the table.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Lumi” I answered curtly, unsure of his intentions. My eyes avoided his stern gaze.

Master took a moment, looked at the table, and then back at me.

“Does it mean anything?” he inquired.

“It means ‘snow’ in my culture. My father said my pearly hair reminded him of his homeland. Honestly, I’ve never seen snow myself.” I felt like I was oversharing. My hands moved nervously.

Suddenly, the troll grabbed my face and forced me to meet his gaze. He observed my panicked face carefully. When I glanced down I realized he was naked. His fat cock peeked under his fat belly freely out of its sheath.

“I do not know what you’ve done to my stallion, but I know what you can do for me.” He growled as he slightly moved his chair to face me in all of his hanging glory.

“Kneel.” He demanded and I fell to my knees, looking straight at his chubby member. It wasn’t long, but thicker than a large piece of ham. I couldn’t help but stare.

“My foreman says you might have a good mouth, so show me,” he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to his shaft. With his other hand, he pushed it against my red cheeks. It felt warm and pulsing. The shaft was full of small and large bumps ending with a hefty knot and balls. Seeing it my surprise turned into arousal, licking my lips I knew I had what I’d craved all day long. I gently took both of his sizable balls into my hands and caressed him.

“I also have good hands,” I said before teasingly licked the tip of his cock. Master moaned as kept licking him, carefully circling the hole I would get my treasure from. He pulled my hair tightly and I let out a small whimper. He knew he was in control and I knew my place.

He smelt like honey tobacco, sweat, and smoked meat.

I began to stroke his shaft as my other hand found my nipples. He pushed his member against my mouth and forced me to open it. Every fingerbreadth he forced in hurt my jaw. I could feel his tip teasing the back of my throat making me gag. His cock filled my mouth completely, making me unable to even move my tongue. He pulled out a bit and then rammed the whole thing in again. The bumps on this shaft were surprisingly hard. He pulled out again and let me catch my breath before making me take his cock in again, plowing into me in a frenzy, making me choke every time, pulling out right before I was going to gag. Both of my hands now caressed my nipples. My reaction made him smile in a mad delight.

He pulled his glistening cock out of my battered mouth. Still hard as ever.

“What a delightful little toy you are,” he said as he quickly got up and pushed me against the table, clattering the fine pearlescent tableware onto the floor. His large tusks locked me in place as he began to lick my neck with his rough tongue, while his hands were spreading my legs apart. My whimpers were smothered under his fat body. He gently nibbled my left ear and slid to lick my already hard nipples and started to undress me.

My cock was nothing compared to him. His pinky was far larger than it. Master started to gently stroke me, enjoying the view of me struggling in pleasure. My cries echoed through the otherwise empty hall. I came quickly and shot strings of warm cum onto my belly. With his fingers, Master wiped some off and spread it against my own lips before giving me a long and forceful kiss. He forced his tongue inside my mouth. I felt worn, but I knew the night was not over yet.

Without warning, he pulled himself away from me and lined the tip of his cock to my hole. With one hand he lifted my hips and forcefully pushed himself inside, making me let out a sharp cry. My spit and whatever else he had used lubricated the entrance of my tunnel while he pomelled into me, stretching me beyond my limits. His fat body heaved on top of me as I panted in pleasure below him. His large knot battered my hole, not letting him enter any deeper and making him frustrated.

Somewhere behind the veil of my pleasure and passion, I heard the door, someone stepped in. Master kept pounding while he exchanged words unknown to me with the stranger. The whole lengthy table resonated in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Only slightly slowing down with his pistoning, he took a few side steps and made me lay across the table and before I knew it, another cock was placed right over my aching face.

The Foreman had come in to give the Master some sort of a nightly report, only to find him defiling my rear. With a smirk on his face, he slapped his cock against my cheek and pulled my mouth open. Master kept on thrusting as I laid on my back on the table. I obediently let the Foreman’s hard tip inside, playing with it with my tongue as he slowly started to match Master’s rhythmic pace. Foreman’s cock pulsed and throbbed inside my mouth when I let out a loud gasp. Master had deepened his thrusts and managed to get his knot inside of my hole. Now ramming me even harder. The moment of my gasp was cut short, when the Foreman rammed his member back into my mouth, silencing my wail. A centaur might fill one hole, but getting battered forcefully by two chubby cocks was something completely new and I wanted more.

Master let out a roar as he lunged deep into me and released large clumps of cum, filling my bowels completely. He let his knot stay in place as the Foreman gave my mouth a few more thrusts and let his seed shoot straight to my throat. It felt slimy and slightly salty against my tongue. The Foreman pulled out but clamped my mouth shut with his hand to make sure I didn’t waste any of his seed. Master’s cock pumped in another load and pulled out. I swallowed all of the foreman’s seed and he looked satisfied.

“You’ve done good. I will see to it that your time under my rule shall be satisfactory.” The Master said. I could only nod out of depletion.

Shivering, I lay on a table as they left. The foxling servant came in and helped me to get me back on my feet. He wrapped me in a robe and helped me to get to the guest room. A warm meal awaited me on the table, but I was too tired to eat. Maybe even too full. I didn’t even have the energy to clean myself. As soon as I laid on the bed, I fell asleep with a smile on my face, hoping that the centaur wouldn’t mind if I missed one night with him.