Suck it, Bro!

Gurak beneath you, lifting you easily, pulling your loosened loincloth away and then freeing his own cock, sitting your bare ass right down on it so it spreads your meaty cheeks and drools down your crack, still squeezing, stroking, milking your aching-hard dong. And leaning over you, so close, your brother Karug, guiding your eager mouth to his big, dripping dick.

You meet his eyes and hold them as you give in, sucking him in between your short tusks, sliding back his sticky, hairy foreskin with your tongue, your free hand reaching to cup and heft is big, hairy sack. He spreads his legs as you suck slowly and, taking the hint, you tease your fingertip, so familiar with your own brown pucker, back to seek and find and circle his while Gurak strokes your cleft up and down his cock, bristly pubes tickling your hole as he sucks your neck. Your nuts seethe and churn, but they don't let you hurry. You don't try to.

"This isn't even the big secret, Bro," Gurak growls. "Just something you can do with us, now, if you want." You do want. Karug draws back, glossing your lips with his pre as you play the teasing tip of your tongue all around the heavy, steel ring piercing his cock. His butthole is slick and hot, and shivers at your slow, circling touch. "But we know just how much you love buttholes and big, fat Orc-cocks. So from now on, you get to play with ours," he explains. "So long as you let us play with yours. Sound fair, Bro?"

"Mm-hmm..." you agree, delirious with the scent, the sensation, the taste as you slide the fat crown of Kurag's cock across your tongue. Then, a wordless, pleading interrogative moan. "Unh? Ggck! Hnggg!" Karug shushes you, tilting your chin and extending your neck to slide himself down your throat. You pant for breath through your nose, until he's guided you all the way down to huff the rank, dank scent deep in the dank tangle of his pubes. You squeeze his nut-sack softly, and match the pace of your circling finger to your bobbing head sunk on the whole length of his thick, full Orc-cock.

"Good job, Little Bro," gasps Karug as your attentions make him stiffen further, throbbing palpably between your lips and under your tongue. "But you know you won't cum from this, even if I do, right?" You nod, still holding his gaze. "Okay, tell him the secret, Gurak. Tell him how we can make him cum." Still beating your meat, but gradually slower and slower, Gurag drags you up from where your sack hangs low against his own, until he's painting your own butthole sticky with his pre, the fat head of his cock nudging, stroking where you usually only ever touch yourself. He leans in, lips at your ear to explain.

"If you need to cum, Bro, you can cum all you want," he promises. "But there's a catch. I'll only tell you if you agree to our terms. And those are, you don't fuck us, Bro." Before you can more than whimper in protest, he goes on to assure, "You won't need to, Bro, because your mouth, and your big, dumb cock, and your itchy, sticky butthole are ours now. And in return you get to suck as much cock as you like, and even suck on our buttholes, Bro." You shiver and suck Karug's cock harder, as Gurag goes on. "But our big, hard Orc-cocks are going to fuck you, Little Bro, again and again, until you won't want to cum any other way." He draws you back again until Karug's pre-leaking cock is resting against your panting, parted lips. "Agreed?"

Your want to say yes, but you are of the Breeding caste, and one point you balk at. "How come you both get to fuck me but I can't fuck you?" Not that you don't want them to. Gurak teases at thrusting into you, but only half-spreads your hole around the fat head of his dick to drool his pre inside you before teasing away again, before answering you.

"Because we're older. And bigger. And stronger," he explains. "And because we say so, and have you outnumbered, okay?" Put that way, it was hard to argue with, even if it seemed unfair. "Agreed?" he asks. "Because otherwise, this is over." He shifts, lifts you, and angles your hips like Karug has angled your mouth and throat, and nudges against your hot hole with the blunt, drooling head of his huge Orc-cock, and waits for your decision.