Make him cum, Bro!

Gurak eases you off the heavy steel gauge of the ring that hangs like a door-knocker just under the blunt, hooded head of his cock. "Not too much there, Little Bro - it pinches. Suck here." He guides your lips up so you can slide his hairy foreskin back from the shiny, bald crown where he's beginning to leak, and you nuzzle in happily to gloss your lips with his pre before letting yourself lick and suck around his big knob. He gives a pleased grunt, but follows with a meaty smack to your ass, so that you clench with surprise around where the younger twin, Karug, fills you. "Now, get milking. Make him cum, Little Bro!"

So much to remember! And your nut-sack so heavy and full, and it feels so good how Karug's big, hairy cock is sliding in and out of your aching butthole, all slick and dirty, but there's also Gurak's cock under your pre-slick, sucking lips and teasing tongue, too! And all of it only makes your need to cum worse. Lucky your Big Bros are looking out for you, to help keep you on track! With Gurak's hand-print still smarting on your butt-cheek, you get to work, squeezing and squirming, gripping and clutching, sliding around and grinding back, eager to do your part and milk a big, hot, hard load of Orc-cum from your brother. Then, maybe, they'll let you cum, too, if you're good at it. Wanting to be good enough makes you even hornier. So hot!

"Just aim him at me when he's about to shoot, Kar," Gurak adds, cradling your face against his big, throbbing meat, letting you nuzzle and suck and lick up his sticky pre as you slide around on Kurak's matching monster cock, which he stubbornly refuses to batter your dirty, slutty cum-button with like you want him to. No, you made a deal. He'll cum right up against it, but you've got to get him off. And trying feels so good. Why had no one ever told you about this? This morning, you had thought you'd be going off to find something female to have your babies, but this was unlike anything you could imagine. Better not let your Big Bros down, though, or they might not want to do it again... You clutch your inner passage tight around Karug's cock, trying to keep your goal in mind.

Orc-cum. What were they telling you about it, again? No - forget that. Just get him to shoot, hard, right up inside you. That's gonna feel so fucking good. And taste so good, when he lets you suck it off his big, fat cock after. You lap and suck at the cock under your parted, panting lips. That taste, cum and cock and your own butthole – just thinking about it makes your own sack feel heavier. Better be good and do what your Big Bros say, so they'll let you bust your nut again. But, somehow, that doesn't matter right now as much as the feeling inside you, stretching, filling you in ways you hadn't known you were empty before. So good, but so much better if you could only... if you could just get him to...

Karug's big, sweaty body sliding against your back, gut tensing like his hips tense where he grinds his bristly pubes at your sticky, stretched, sensitive ring. You know they'll taste just like your ass, and almost forget what you are supposed to be doing, thinking about getting your face all up in there. But his huge hairy sack is drawing taut and snug where it lies heavily atop your own, and muscles stand out like burled bullthorn-wood where his arms support him leaning over you, so the close, dank scent of his big, hairy pits is mingling with the taste of Gurak's cock under your tongue and you feel drunk and high, and so, so horny but so, so good. It's hard to remember to squeeze and clench and milk that big, hairy cock in your cum-greased fuck-hole. The only thing that could feel better there than the last load used as lube to fuck you raw would be more cum. More. You know he's close. So close. More cum. More...

His first volley fires deep up into your gut, missing that filthy spot that makes you feel all weak-kneed and so dirty inside that you can cum, but still feels amazing, reaching parts of you that you'd never imagined could feel good, like the cozy fullness of a good hot meal, mixed with the feeling of knowing you're about to take really huge dump, and something else that you can't place, can't name, that only makes your own need to cum heavier still. Cum! So much cum! And now Karug is sliding back, and the next, hard, heavy jet hits you right in that spot that makes you feel so dirty and weak and degraded and used, and you love it, making your Big Bro cum just like a fithy, Elvish boy-whore. You squirm and clench, shivering so hard that your cum-greased chute shudders snug around his thick, hairy shaft, so that the next fountaining blast is that much harder.

Strong arms are lifting your tense, taut body, up against Karug's big, broad, hairy chest, his belly filling the arched hollow of your back as your own sack draws up from the sensation of his cum flooding you, and your own cock, suddenly in Gurak's hard fist, is throbbing and pulsing and finally you let loose, almost limp with the relief, except for your bone-hard cock as your heavy load pumps on, and on, spattering Gurak's chest, his open armpit, his belly and, by his careful aim, all over his huge, hairy, spit-shined cock. Behind you, Karug, still cumming, is slamming now, giving that soiled, shameful spot the treatment you crave, then grinding deep, to pour the rest of his load far up inside you again as you hang on his big, throbbing dick, your own a fountain of cum, showing your Big Bros just how much you love it, until your senses swim.

Ruinous stars of dire portent flare behind your eyes. The world reels around you. Darkness.