So good...

"So, I gotta do what you say until when?" You get the feeling it's a little late to negotiate terms, but as upside-down and sideways as your Breeding Day has gone from anything you had ever imagined, planned, hoped, or expected, you thinks it might actually be smart to figure out exactly where you stand with these two.

Kurag, the younger twin, has let you slide your throat back off his cock, to savor the scent and taste of your own butthole where he'd recently scoured it sticky with the bristling nest of his pubes. He looks down at you with a fond smirk and tells you. "Always, Little Bro. Like, forever."

"We own you, little dude," growls the older twin, Gurak, his breath hot in your ear. "Sooner you accept it, easier it's gonna be, got it?" An admonitory grind of his huge cock asserts his claim and, reflexively, you slide and stroke your sticky hole along his thick, hairy girth with a little moan. "Or do we gotta get you a collar?"

"...What kind of collar?" you ask, blushing as you consider it. A heavy, rough, iron laborer's collar wouldn't be any fun at all, but...

"Something slutty," growls Gurak. "With runes that say 'SUCK HOLE' in the front, and 'FUCK HOLE' in the back..." He licks your neck, stubble bristling your ear at the way your shuddering hole puckers up for a kiss at his assertive grind. "...in Elvish."

Kurag's heavy cock slaps your cheek wetly, still smeared with his cum. "Be good, and we'll get you one," he promsises. "Now, get back on my dick, Little Bro. Clean up this mess."

You don't need to be told twice, nuzzling in eagerly, tongue out to cushion your short tusks, only a little embarrassed – okay, actually super embarrassed – for them to know how much you love the taste, the feel, the scent, love having your mouth all over a big, hairy cock, fresh from pounding your dirty shithole.

You look up, and see Karug watching you in return, with a sly, knowing smirk. "Just like you're gonna learn to love it best, Little Bro," he assures you smugly. "Just like we knew you would. But it's cute how you still blush."

Your abused ring quivers and you squirm where you sit, reflexively. Gurak's heavy hand on your hip takes control of your restless wiggling, deepening it into an intentional, grinding, teasing slide along the top of his cock, growling into your ear. "Like you mean it, slut."

"Hope you won't feel too bashful," says Karug, still lazily wiping off his cock with your mouth. "Leaking all that cum away, just to get old Garuk all hard and slimy."

"Like you're trying to get me hard on purpose," Gurak growls against your ear, letting you feel how much flex his cock still has, sliding across your hole like an oiled snake.

"Just so he can fuck another hard nut up your dumb, dirty shit-chute," adds Karug, "so you can cum, right?"

Gurak's hand hardly had to guide your own. Almost without realizing it, you've been pumping and milking and edging you own dumb dong, making your nutsack seethe and churn heavier where it paints his shaft with Karug's last load bubbling from your poor, lonesome butthole.

"But I nut first," growls Gurak, "got it?" You peer back with one eye from where your face is pressed to Karug's big, sticky sack and nod, while you comb out his cum-matted tangles with your tusks.

"So same rules," Karug says firmly. "You are to cum ONLY when Gurag nuts his full load, hard, onto your dumb, dirty slut-button. Understood?"

You'd thought it had sounded pretty hot when it was your idea, but your Bigger Bro saying they'll make you do it, ganging up on you, smaller, weaker, just because they can suddenly makes your need to cum urgent and immediate. You know your Bigger Bros can tell, too. They grin together, all mean and dirty.

"You've already cum twice, little dude," Gurak growls, "and I'm still only half-hard. Let me flip this big old boy-fucker over so you can work on the underside."

He lifts your ass, until his cock falls away with an audible pop from where it has suctioned to your cum-drooling pucker, wrangles himself to aim up at his navel, and sits you back down so that your butt-cheeks hug his length, and your heavy sack rests on his own.

"We'll let you in on all of it, Little Bro," Kurag promises. "Every single filthy way we know to get some dumb, horny Elvish dude totally enslaved to Orc-cock."

"Whether you want to or not, slut," growls Gurak, spreading your crack and guiding your shuddering butthole up across the hard, steel gauge of his cock-ring.

"You'll even get to find out just what all those nasty tricks do to an Orc of the Breeding caste," Karug promises.

"And so will we." growls Gurak, as your grind your sensitive, shivering hole around to slide his hairy foreskin back from his fat, leaking knob.

"So," ventures Karug, smiling down at you where he scratches his nut-sack with your tusks. "We good, Little Bro?"