Fall Asleep

With little else to do, and no concern for when or even this ‘boss’ comes to visit, you lay against the cold stone wall, and slowly nod off.

Your dreams find you far away, in the wild fields of a great plain, cradled by snow-capped mountains. The fields host grain and corn, kept in orderly rows, growing tall and healthy, just before harvest. At the edge of the field is a small hut, smoke bellowing from inside through a pipe. As you approach, you hear the laughter of small children as they run around and play through the tall grass. Laying your tools against the wall, you confidently enter the hut, the smell of a hearty dinner brewing. Through a door, you enter a bedroom, where you find a most splendid sight. The redhead woman from the gladiator arena, an orc woman, and an elf woman; your wives, all waiting in your bed for you, wearing nothing except smiles. They throw themselves at you upon your arrival, pressing you against the wall, with only the slightest of feigned resistance. The orc woman makes out with you passionately as the others kiss and pat your strong body.

"How's the work coming outside?" She asks

"Done everything that can be done for now." You replied simply

"Are your boys being of any help?"

"There's nothing they can do right now. I'll need all their hands when the harvest comes in. It's looking really good this year. May even need a few more hands."

"Well, gives us about another year, and we'll see how that works out. At least they know to play outside and to not barge into mommy and daddy's room"
As your orc wife stopped talking, all three of them got down on their knees. Your hulking cock was big enough for the three of them to share. The redhead took the head of your cock, teasingly playing with it using her tongue as the other two sucked on your balls in eager anticipation. Fiercely, you grab the redheaded woman by the back of the neck and **** her to take the entirety of your cock down her throat, a skill she's mastered over so long with you.
This amazing dream is rudely interrupted with a kick in your side. Your frustrations are tempered as you awaken to find that, in the company of one of the soldiers and ‘the boss’ and elderly, portly man dressed in great finery, there is also a raven-haired beauty actually sucking your cock. Based on the choker and chain around her neck, she’s a **** here as much as you, and ‘the boss’ is holding the leash.

‘well goodmorning sunshine. I say, that was quite a display you put on earlier. Plenty of action, plenty of coin being betted around I’m sure. The talk of the town you lot are, no doubt about that.’

“And your point?” You ask directly

“Whoa now. Remember your place there ****. Don’t be thinking just because I’m here talking to you and I put some honey lips on you that I won’t have you off in a second’s thought.” The Boss gave the chain a quick shake, to which the **** increased her pace on your cock.

“See, I’m here to negotiate with you, and this bargainin’ will only last so long as you do, do you get my meaning?”

You nod quietely. You’re not sure why you don’t just let it happen now and be done with this arrogant fatass, but something tells you to listen, so you resist the urge to cum.

“Right than. You lot killed off the undefeated champion in. Partius was his name. Now, before you holding yourself up with pride, this was pre-arranged. The Primarch had grown tired of the fighter, and Partius had forgotten his place, so we put him in a fight where the odds were against him. He was going to die in the ring one way or another. If you lot weren't going to off him, we woulda just stacked the odds increasingly against him until he dropped. Didn't think it would be over so quickly, and that he would be killed by that half-elf kid of all people, and that creates a dilemma. We need a new champion, someone reliable for the fans to cheer and root for, get them to show and keep them content. So, we’ll be having ourselves a tournament now, find ourselves a new king of the ring if you like. And you, my greate brute, will be fighting in it, and I suspect you’ll be heading towards the top. I find my slaves fight better when they have proper incentive, so the question is this. Should you be the man, or orc, who stands atop the rest, bathed in blood and the pride of the arena, what are you going to want from me?”