Dominic N. Ashen
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Nylan & Ragnar, Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-03-11 13:00:11 +0000 UTC“Good morning, criminal.”
“I don’t believe I’ve been found guilty of anything yet, officer.”
I grinned slyly on my cot as Khazak approached my cell, keys in hand. Sitting up and stretching my arms over my head, I could see that the morning sun was a little too bright. My bed wasn’t very comfortable last night, but it’s not as though they build jail cells for comfort.
“Yes, and everyone is certain you must be innocent.” Khazak rolled his eyes as he unlocked the cell door. “Ready for your trial?”
“Since yesterday.” I noticed him reaching for a pair of manacles attached to his belt. “Are those really necessary?”
“It is tradition, I am afraid.” His voice sounded like an apology, but he didn’t look very sorry. “But we both know this is far from your first time in these things.”
I sighed dramatically and held out my wrists for him to cuff. We were both just joking around, I was feeling great. This was a day I had been looking forward to for a while now, years even, and knowing that afterwards I’d get to relax in my much nicer apartment with my new owner made it even better.
I walked with my head held high as Khazak led out of my cell and through the ranger station. Outside, the streets were filled with people starting their days, which meant plenty of looks my way. And even if word somehow hadn’t gotten out yesterday (which I was sure it did), given my attire and the direction we were headed, everyone had a good idea of what was going on. Some even looked excited.
Even though he hadn’t helped with the move the day before, me and Ragnar owed a lot to Khazak. We might not even be together without him. I also knew that the very thing he was leading me towards was something he’d wanted for himself for such a long time. Even longer than us. I couldn’t help but wonder how he felt then. I needed to make sure to do something nice to thank him afterwards.
Khazak kept us at a steady pace all the way up to the arena, meaning I didn’t have time to wave to any of my new adoring fans. Once we were inside, he guided me down the hall until we reached the avakesh preparation room, where we would meet the curators, the Brightdrum sisters. I’d done my research on how this worked.
“Here you are,” Khazak said after knocking on the door and handing me over.
“Thank you, Ranger Ironstorm,” the first curator said as she beckoned me towards her. “Come with us dear.”
The two women led me into a large, plush bathroom. I mean, it was nice. The giant tub at the center of the room was filled with steaming water, and next to it was a table covered in plates of cheese, bread, and fruit. There’s a huge mirror with perfumes and creams of all kinds. Overall a very romantic picture, except for the wall of shiny and sharp weapons on one side of the room.
“You have about an hour to relax and prepare yourself,” the second of the curators told me as her sister unlocked my cuffs. “You will hear the bell toll when it is time for you to enter the battlefield.”
“When that happens, select a weapon from the wall and then proceed outside.” The first woman smiled. “Other than that, everything in the room is yours to enjoy.”
“Just one last thing.” I braced myself as the second woman stepped forward and placed her hand on my stomach, casting a cleansing spell. “There you are.”
“May the spirits bless your union,” the first curator said as they both gave me a bow, and then I was alone.
I had been playing it cool so far, but the truth was, I was very excited and nervous about what I was about to do. I even got a few butterflies in my stomach when I thought about how right then, Ragnar was in an almost identical room of his own. I wondered if he was thinking about me too.
The first thing I did was eat - I skipped dinner, as the food they served to prisoners at the station was horrible, and probably still is. Once my belly was comfortably full, I stripped off and let myself sink into the nice warm bath. I didn't sleep well, so I closed my eyes to rest, just for a minute...
*BONG*
I was startled by the sudden noise, waking me from the nap I had apparently decided to take while in the bath. Shit, I had to get out on the field! I was in such a panic when I scrambled out of the tub I nearly slipped on the wet stone floor.
I reached for a towel and quickly dried off, though my hands were still wrinkly and waterlogged from the bath. Nothing I could do about it though, so I threw on my clothes. Dammit, there was no time to do anything with my hair, so I scanned the wall for a suitable weapon. That dagger will do fine, probably. It wasn't like this was a real fight!
You see, what I really wanted was to turn this whole event into a real theatrical production. Costumes, choreography, everything - but Ragnar of course said no. “It’s not the tradition.” Whatever. With my weapon hand, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure my clothes were on straight, fixed my hair as best I could, and then headed out the door.
I marched proudly down the passage to the arena center, waving to the gathered crowd once I exited the gate. I saw more than a few friendly faces in the stands, including Arik, Brull, and a very eager looking Yogik. I hoped that little perv would enjoy the show. Thankfully I didn’t see any family - it should be obvious that this wasn't a family event.
Across from me was Ragner, entering from his own preparation room. He looked good, wearing one of his sleeveless shirts and a tiny pair of shorts that really drew your eyes to the business. Perfect for moving around. He smirked when he caught me checking him out, and I cursed to myself because I should've thought to have someone smuggle me in a cute outfit of my own.
“I hope you weren't up too late moving everything back, sir,” I half joked, worried that he actually might have.
“Nope, I slept like a baby in that nice big bed,” he answered with a shake of his head. “I'm saving that for you to do when we’re all finished here.”
“Gonna have to win first,” I challenged him, as if there was another way this was going to go.
“Better be ready to put on a good show.” He smirked and got into a fighting position.
“Uh, we’re just fooling around here, right?” I asked nervously, because I was starting to get nervous again.
“I told you before, if we were going to do this, it was going to be real.” Shit, he wasn't joking.
“ Uh... Okay... Then maybe I just gonna throw myself down and give up.” My eyes went from him to the ground between us.
“You could do that.” He grinned. “But it might end up making things so much worse for you.”
My eyes go wide just as the starting bell rings - what did he mean by “so much worse?!” - and I turn and run in the opposite direction. That was better than just giving up, right? Not that I had anywhere to go - and a quick look over my shoulder showed that Ragnar was right behind me, and gaining fast.
He chased me for a few minutes, but I could tell he wasn’t really putting in much effort. The crowd would cheer every time there was a close call, his hand nearly grabbing me, but I knew he was letting me get away. Toying with me, the jerk.
When he was finally ready, he got more direct and started to crowd me towards the arena’s perimeter. With my back literally against the wall, he approached me with an evil smirk on his face. I tried at the last second to run for it, but it was no use; he leapt forward and grabbed me, pulling me to his body as he rolled us both onto the ground, with me underneath him.
“I still think you coulda done better than that,” he gloated, his face inches above mine. “But I'm glad you didn’t just give up.”
“My parents didn't raise a quitter.” I looked up into his eyes defiantly. “So... What happens now?”
“Now it's time for the first part of your punishment.” He sat up over my body..
“My punishment? For WhaAAHHAHA!” Noooooo! He was tickling me!
“Don’t play dumb,” he warned, his fingers still digging into my armpits.
“I’m n-not!” I flailed helplessly, trapped under his thick thighs. “I-I’m suh-sorry! F-for yesterdaaaaay!””
‘Hmm.” He paused for a moment and I caught my breath. “Nope, not good enough.”
“No!” I cried out as his fingers sought out new areas on my body to torture. “P-please! You’re gonna make me pee!”
“I dunno, our audience might enjoy that.” He looked mockingly towards the stands.
“P-pleeease! I’ll do anything!” I begged, any pride I had was long gone.
“Oh, I know you’ll do anything, because as of today, you're officially mine.” He stopped, taking another moment to gloat. “But I guess we can get on with the next phase of your punishment.”
“Yes... sir...” I replied as he climbed off of me.
“Alright.” He offered me a hand up, giving me a moment to compose myself. “Strip.”
He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting expectantly as the entire arena watched. I suddenly felt very nervous. It wasn’t my first time being naked in public, but I was never the focus of everyone's attention like this.
Settling the nerves rattling in my stomach, I stripped off my shirt, pants, and underwear, because I knew he meant everything. I even folded them and placed them in a neat little pile to my side before getting on my knees, which triggered the crowd to start making all sorts of suggestive noises. Some even shouted suggestions to Ragnar. How helpful.
“Good boy.” He took a step toward me and leaned down to finally kiss me.
“Thank you, sir.” I tried not to beam at the attention.
“Looks like you didn't hate that as much as you pretended.” He pressed the toe of his boot against my erection, which had been there since he first caught me.
“That's not from the tickling!” I tried to defend as a blush spread over my body.
“Sure it’s not,” Ragnar replied while mockingly petting a hand over my head before standing up straight. ”I think you know what comes next.”
“Yes, sir.” With a sigh, I stared forward at his crotch - where I could see he was already hard.
Knowing he expected me to do it myself, I reached for the buttons on his shorts, letting them slip down to his ankles. For a second, I got a sudden urge to take off and let Ragnar trip over himself as he chased after me, but I held back. I already knew I would be getting my ass thoroughly spanked for the move, no need to make it worse.
Ragnar had decided to wear a loincloth today, really taking the whole “tradition” thing seriously. As I undid the ties at his sides, his familiar green cock sprang into view. I licked my lips as I took it in hand, smelling his musk (and a little soap) as I leaned my head forward. Tired of waiting, the crowd actually cheered when it finally entered my mouth.
The noises of the outside world faded away as I took a trip to my happy place - Ragnar’s crotch. I took the thick cock down my throat to the base with ease - I had been doing it for years at that point, I knew exactly what Ragnar liked. And it just so happened to be a lot of the same things I liked.
With one hand cupping his heavy green sack, I started to bob my head. I hummed happily as I worked, my lips stretched wide around Ragnar's shaft. I could do this for hours without my jaw getting tired. My own cock was hard between my thighs, pointing almost straight up, which was certainly noticed by at least a few people in the crowd.
Above me, my (official) new owner groaned. I looked up to see him grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up over his head, just before he moved a hand to grip my hair. He started to hump his hips forward, meeting my mouth halfway as he fucked my face. He needed to reestablish who was in charge, of course, and I didn’t fight as he took over.
After pumping into my mouth for a few minutes, he pulled my lips off his cock with a wet pop. I looked up questioningly when he released my hair, watching him reach down into a pocket before kicking off his shorts. He stood before me as naked as I was, and began to walk backwards toward the center of the arena, beckoning me to follow him with a finger.
By now, I was ready to show just how good of a boy I could be, and I sensually crawled my way to him, which wasn’t easy because this hard ground was absolutely killing my knees. When I finally reached him, he surprised me by sitting on the ground - tossing me a small bottle of lube that he must have grabbed from his shorts.
“Since you were so eager to do all that heavy lifting yesterday,” he started, taking his hard cock in hand and wagging it in my direction. “I thought you wouldn’t mind if I gave you even more of a workout today.”
“Of course not, sir,” I managed to say without gritting my teeth. Just remember, it’ll all be worth it when you’re back home, Ny.
I knelt over his thighs, opening the bottle of lube and dribbling some over his dick. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, slicking up every inch before bringing my still wet fingers behind me to my hole. I carefully pressed a finger into myself, wincing and wishing I had remembered to wear a plug yesterday.
Once I was stretched enough, I shuffled forward and lifted myself up to take a hold of Ragnar and aim him at my hole. I lowered myself very carefully, the head pressing against my entrance, the pressure increasing until it finally popped inside. I tensed up at the sudden stretch, but then forced myself to relax and I slowly continued to sink down Ragnar.
Seeing this, the audience began to chant, encouraging me to take “more, more, more!” It helped more than I expected it to, and when I was finally seated flat on Rangar’s lap, they actually cheered and applauded. I took a moment to flex for my admirers, only stopping when Rangar gave me a firm slap on the thigh to get me moving.
I raised myself up, letting the last few inches of Rangar slip out of me before falling back onto his thighs. I started to ride him in a slow but steady rhythm, feeling his thick cock as deep as I possibly could in that position. My prostate was being massaged expertly, and my own cock was still hard and now slapping against my stomach.
Beneath me, Ragnar wore a cocky grin, his arms tucked behind his head. He really was going to make me do all the work. Fine. Bracing my hands on his chest, I gave it my all. I started to bounce on his lap, the sound of our thighs slapping together almost as loud as the crowd. Which of course just increased the pressure on my prostate and hole and I was soon fighting not to cum.
“You fighting me, boy?” Shit, he noticed.
Rangar sat up, grabbing my ass with his two large hands and began forcibly bouncing me on his cock. My eyes went wide and all of the moans and groans I had been holding back burst out all at once. I had to throw my arms around his neck to steady myself, whimpering into his chest.
And just like that, the dynamic shifted and he once again made it clear to everyone who was in charge here. Looking at us, no one would question who was the dominant. The audience sure didn’t, especially not with the noises I started to make. It took barely two minutes of that before I was finally pushed through the dry orgasm I had been fighting before.
“There, sir,” I managed as Ragnar slowed down for a bit. “Happy?”
“Oh no.” He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted. You know what I want. And the faster you give it to me, the faster we can get home and collar you, and then we can do this all over again.”
Oh spirits, I did know what he wanted. And what he was offering sounded like heaven, or torture - I hadn’t decided. He did though, and was right back to bouncing me up and down like a rabbit on his cock. Each time he pushed back inside of me, it was like my organs were being rearranged - but in a good way. I could feel every solid inch of him, stretching me to my absolute limit, the same way he always did.
I could feel it coming, and by it I mean me. It was going to be a big one too, something that Ragnar sensed as well, making him redouble his efforts at destroying my poor ass. When my hole started to clamp down and pulse round him, he knew what was about to happen, and with one final slamming of me on his cock, I cum. He quickly laid back, showing the massive spray of cum erupting from my cock, landing far behind his head. That had to be a record.
The crowd cheered at my orgasm, making me blush in my post-orgasmic haze, but Rangar wasn’t finished yet. He quickly shifted us, placing me on my back with his cock never leaving my hole. He began to aggressively pound into me, bending me in two as he captured my mouth with his, growling into it loudly as he finally cums. Thank the spirits he hadn't lasted much longer, because after that orgasm I wasn’t sure I would have been able to take it.
As we laid there and rejoined the rest of the world, our audience once more cheered, celebrating our new union. Feeling shy, I nuzzled into my orc’s neck, feeling safe cradled in his arms. I couldn’t wait to get home and get that collar on.
“So, what did you think?”
“I think I remember some of that happening a little differently,” Ragnar starts and I roll my eyes. “I didn’t fight you that much on moving into your place.”
“What are you talking about?” I narrow my eyes at him. “You made a huge deal over it.”
“Nah, I was always planning on moving into your place.” He waves me off. “It was bigger, and nicer, and closer to work.”
“Then why did you fight me so hard on it?” My fists are squeezed tightly in annoyance.
“So you'd respond the way you did.” He grins. “I really, really hate moving.”
“Spirits, you are so lazy.” I shake my head.
“What was that, boy?” he warns.
“Spirits, thank you for gifting me my amazing owner,” I quickly recover.
“That’s better.” He nods.
“...You still never answered what you thought about the story.” I bite my lip
“I loved it.” He smiles and pulls me into a kiss.
“Really?” I feel warm at the praise. “Are you happy that you finally got to be the subject of one of my stories?”
“Maybe.” He says coyly, putting my journal to the side and pulling me onto his lap. “Are you gonna write another one about me?”
“Maybe.” I tease back.
“Come on.” He says, standing and carrying me with him towards the bedroom. “Let’s give you something good to write about.”
