Chapter 4: Climax
The crowd screams in vivid anticipation as they welcome Durin back to the arena, his erotic matches being favored among the populace.
He's dressed in his provocative thong, with his well-defined muscles glistening under the scorching sun. With his short brown hair and broad shoulders on his stout body, Durin cuts an impressive figure, one that's earned him both admiration and covetous looks.
As he makes his way to the center of the arena, he catches sight of Thrak, a Minotaur, who is set to join him in this brutal battle for the day, and Krag the troll who had pretended to defile him for the crowds entertainment.
It's clear that Thrak has no intention of going easy on him, a fact that echoes in the menacing smile on his horned visage as he glances at Durin, who responds with a grin of his own, his body buzzing with anticipation.
As Durin passes Krag, the hulking Troll gives him a toothy smile, his eyes filled with a hunger that sends a shiver down Durin's spine. Krag's imposing form, his towering height, and unmatched agility, make him a formidable opponent. Despite his strengths, Durin has yet to emerge victorious in their battles, but there's always a first time.
As the crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch, Durin's thoughts drift back to his last battle with Krag.
He could still feel the troll's brutish strength as he pinned Durin to the ground, nails digging into his skin as he forced him open. The memory of Krag's thick length sliding into him, filling him up in the most intimate of ways, causing a shudder of pleasure to run down Durin's spine.
"Come on, little dwarf," Thrak taunts, snapping Durin back to the present. "Are you ready to submit to me?"
Durin smirks and raises an eyebrow.
"Submit to you, Thrak? I don't think so. I'm here to fight, not to roll over and play dead."
Thrak chuckles, his deep voice sending shivers down Durin's spine. "We'll see about that, little dwarf. But first, let's warm up."
The Minotaur makes his way towards Durin, his massive form moving with surprising grace.
The anticipation in the arena reaches a crescendo, and Durin feels his own desire rising.
"You ready for this, little dwarf?" Thrak rasps, his breath hot and heavy against Durin's ear.
Durin turns to face the Minotaur, their bodies almost touching. "I was born ready," he replies, his voice steady and sure.
Thrak gives a low, rumbling chuckle before reaching out to trace a finger down the length of Durin's bare chest.
Goosebumps follow the path of his touch, leaving Durin shivering in anticipation.
"You know, little dwarf, I've always had a soft spot for you," Thrak growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I can't wait to see you submit to me."
Durin's eyes flash with defiance at the challenge in Thrak's words. "I don't submit to anyone," he growls back, his voice fierce and unyielding.
"But I'm more than ready to put up a fight."
The two of them stand there, their chests heaving in anticipation. Durin can feel the heat coming off Thrak's body in waves. He's always been attracted to the Minotaur's raw power and strength, but he knows better than to let his guard down.
Thrak reaches down and grabs Durin's thong, giving it a playful tug.
"I'd love to see what you've got hiding under here," he growls, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Durin can't help but feel a surge of lust at Thrak's words. He knows he shouldn't give in to the Minotaur's advances, but fuck, he wants him. He wants to feel Thrak's rough hands on his body, his throbbing length buried deep inside him.
"Fine," Durin finally relents, his voice barely above a whisper.
"But know this, Thrak, I may submit to you in the arena, but I will never truly submit in bed."
Thrak's grin widens at the challenge. "Oh, don't worry, little dwarf. I have no intention of taming you. I want your fire and your fight. I want you to fuck me just as hard as I fuck you."
Durin feels a thrill run down his spine at Thrak's words. He has never been with anyone who could match his strength and endurance in the bedroom.
Durin's heart races with anticipation at the thought of being taken by someone as powerful as Thrak, someone who could push him to his limits.
But even though he wants to submit, Durin has never been one to back down from a challenge, and he makes Thrak work for every inch. Their bodies grind against one another as they kiss, hands roaming and gripping, nails digging in just hard enough to leave marks.
Thrak's large hands cup Durin's ass, pulling him closer as their erections rub against each other through their thongs, But they weren't the only ones in the arena, and while they kissed Durin felt another body press behind them.
He recognizes the feeling of Krag's rough hands, and the troll's hot breath against his ear.
"Are you ready for this, little dwarf?" Krag's gravelly voice sends a shiver down Durin's spine.
Durin turns his head to look at Krag, their eyes meeting for a moment before Krag's mouth descends on Durin's neck. His own thong looking ready to snap at any moment.
"Let's give the crowd what they came for," Durin growls, voice raw and deep, hunger in his eyes matching theirs.
Thrak grins, stepping back just enough to let Krag slip between them. "You heard him, Troll." His large hands grip Durin's hips, yanking him back against his own hard length.
Krag doesn't waste time. His lips crash into Durin's. Both monstrous men's hands roaming the returning performers body.
Thrak's hands gripping Durin's hips, Krag's lips devouring his neck.
Thrak growls, "I can't wait to see what you've got hiding under here," tugging at the thong that barely covers the dwarf's throbbing length.
Durin's breath catches as he feels their erections press against each other through the thin fabric of their thongs, their bodies moving as one despite their difference in species.
The crowd roars, urging them on, but Durin can barely hear them over the pounding of his own heart. He feels the Minotaur's length throbbing against his ass, and he can't help the moan that escapes his lips as Krag's rough hands grasp his hips.
"You like that, little dwarf?" Thrak growls, nipping at Durin's ear.
"I'm going to make you scream my name, little dwarf."
Krag, still behind Durin, grinds his hips against the dwarf's ass, causing a low moan to escape from Durin's lips.
"Fuck, yes," Durin hisses, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. "Give it to me."
The crowd roars its approval as Thrak and Krag tear off the remains of Durin's thong, revealing his rock-hard length.
He feels a momentary thrill of vulnerability, but it quickly dissipates as Thrak's strong hands grasp his cock, eliciting a gasp from Durin.
"Should we fuck this dwarf?!" Krag screams
, his voice a primal roar of lust and dominance that makes the crowd scream in anticipation. In response Krags erection starts to grow straining against the fabric of troll's thong. With a small flex of his muscles the bands holding the thong to his cock Snap audibly.
His eyes darken, and he growls, "I think the little dwarf deserves a good fucking."
Durin's breath hitches as he feels the two of them press against him from either side, their massive bodies enveloping him. He feels their hard lengths rub against his, and he can't help the moan that escapes his lips.
"That's right, little dwarf," Thrak growls, his hot breath against Durin's ear. "You're going to take us both."
Durin nods, unable to find his voice as he feels their hands roam over his body.
Krag's rough hands grip his hips, pulling him back against the troll's throbbing length.
At the same time, Thrak's strong hands grasp Durin's cock, eliciting a gasp from the dwarf.
The two of them work in tandem, their movements perfectly synchronized as they bring Durin to the brink of ecstasy.
With one hand, Krag grips Durin's hip, steadying him as Thrak's other hand works his length. Their eyes locked, the two beasts share a primal grin, enjoying the dwarf's gasps and moans as they push him ever closer to the edge.
Durin can feel their hot breath against his skin as they lean in, their lips brushing against his neck and shoulder. He lets out a guttural groan as Thrak's hand works its magic, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the tip of Durin's cock. Krag growls, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. "You like it when we both take you at once?"
Durin can only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelms him, both cocks rubbing against his body, their immense size, causing on lookers to wonder if this is how Durin dies.
But, as they continue their assault, Durin's body arches, his muscles tense and release as he lets go of all his inhibitions, his entire being caught up in the exquisite torment that only these two beings can give him.
Their grunts and groans fill the air as they push deeper, Krag gripping Durin's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving bruises in their wake. Thrak's hands wander to Durin's chest, plucking at the sensitive nipples causing the dwarf to writhe with pleasure.
As Durin reaches his peak, the crowd cheers them on, their voices rising above the chaos that ensues.
His orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and trembling.
But Thrak and Krag aren't done with him yet. As Durin comes down from his high, he feels their hands guiding him to his knees, their cocks still rock hard and eager. He looks up at them, eyes hazy with pleasure, and takes them both in his mouth. The taste of their combined arousal is intoxicating, and Durin moans around them, sending vibrations through their shafts. They groan in unison, hips thrusting forward as they fuck his mouth. Durin's hands grip their thighs, holding on for dear life as they use him, taking what they want from him without mercy. The sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin fills the air, drowning out everything else. Durin's mind is a haze of pleasure and submission as he serves them, giving himself over to the moment completely.
But, as they grow closer to their own release, Durin struggles to swallow both cocks.
Thrak and Krag are relentless, their thrusts growing more frenzied as they near the edge. Durin tries his best to accommodate them, but his jaw aches, and he can feel his gag reflex kicking in.
"Easy, little dwarf," Thrak growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take a deep breath."
Durin does as he's told, inhaling deeply through his nose before plunging back down on their cocks. Krag's hand comes to rest on the back of Durin's head, holding him in place as Thrak fucks his mouth with abandon.
The taste of their combined arousal is overwhelming, and Durin can feel himself getting lightheaded.
But just as he thinks he can't take it any longer, Thrak pulls out with a groan, his cock glistening with saliva.
"Time to move on to the next round, little dwarf," Krag rumbles, his own cock still buried in Durin's mouth.
But Durin barely hears him. His vision starts to blur, and his chest tightens as he struggles to breathe around the massive cock in his throat. Panic sets in, and he pushes against Krag's thighs, trying to break free. But Krag's grip on his head is too strong, and Durin's efforts only serve to make him gag harder.
Thrak notices Durin's distress and quickly moves to help. He grabs Krag's wrist and yanks his hand away from Durin's head. The dwarf gasps for air, coughing and spluttering as Thrak helps him to his feet.
"Fuck, are you okay?" Thrak whispers, concern etched on his face.
Durin nods, still trying to catch his breath.
"I'm fine," he gasps, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Just give me a minute."
Thrak nods, concern still etched on his face. "Take all the time you need, little dwarf."
But Durin doesn't want to wait. He wants to feel them inside him, filling him up in the most intimate of ways.
He takes a deep breath and turns to face them, his eyes shining with determination.
"Actually, I have an idea," he says, a sly grin crossing his lips.
Thrak raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of idea?"
Durin reaches down and grabs their cocks, eliciting a gasp from both of them.
"This kind of idea," he growls, his voice husky with desire.
Without another word, Durin drops to his knees, taking both Thrak and Krag's cocks into his mouth. He sucks and licks at their throbbing lengths, causing the two of them to groan in pleasure.
After a moment, he pulls back, a sly grin on his face. "How about this?" he asks, his voice muffled by their cocks.
Thrak and Krag share a look before nodding in agreement.
Durin stands back up and turns around, bending over and presenting himself to the two of them.
"I want both of you inside me," he says, his voice full of desire.
Thrak and Krag don't need any further encouragement. They step forward, each one positioning themselves behind Durin.
Thrak's hands grasp Durin's hips, pulling him back against the Minotaur's length. At the same time, Krag's cock nudges at Durin's entrance, demanding entry.
"Ready, little dwarf?" Thrak growls, his voice low and dangerous.
Durin nods, unable to speak as he feels Krag's tip breach him. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his muscles, allowing Krag to push deeper inside him. Thrak follows suit, his length filling Durin up even further. The dwarf feels impossibly full, his body stretched to its limits by the two massive cocks invading him.
The crowd roars its approval as Durin takes both of them at once, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Thrak's hips snap forward, driving his length deep into Durin's ass.
The dwarf's hole stretches wider with each forceful thrust, accommodating the Minotaur's girth. Krag, not to be outdone, grips Durin's hips and begins to piston in and out of him with an intensity that steals the dwarf's breath away.
"Yes, just like that," Durin gasps, his own cock bouncing and leaking precum onto the sandy ground below. "Fuck me harder."
The two monstrous men comply, their thrusts becoming more frenzied as they chase their own release. Durin can feel their hot breath against his neck, their bodies slick with sweat as they fuck him raw and without mercy. It's a brutal, primal display of dominance and submission, and Durin revels in every moment of it.
But as Thrak and Krag continue to take him, he can't help but feel the sharp sting of pain with each forceful thrust. He bites back cries of agony, not wanting to give his conquerors the satisfaction of hearing him beg for mercy.
With every snap of Thrak's hips, Durin feels the Minotaur's length sliding deeper into him, filling him up in a way that only Thrak can. The feeling is overwhelming, and Durin can feel his body trembling with the effort of taking them both.
But despite the pain, Durin knows that this is what he wants. He craves the feeling of being completely dominated, of being taken by two powerful beings who know exactly how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. And as Thrak and Krag continue to fuck him, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to that edge.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, but he doesn't want it to stop. He wants to feel them both inside him forever.
But as Thrak and Krag continue their brutal assault, the feeling of them both begins to hurt more and more, as his body is pushed far past its limits.
Durin's vision blurs, and he feels himself growing lightheaded. He tries to push back against them, to tell them to slow down, but his voice is hoarse from their earlier session, and he can't find the words.
Thrak notices first, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he looks down at Durin's face. He sees the pain etched there, and his expression softens. "Just a bit longer," he murmurs, smashing his cock into the dwarf in tandem with Krag
. But Durin's body gives out.
His legs tremble, unable to support him any longer, and he collapses onto the ground. Thrak and Krag follow him down, their cocks still buried deep inside him.
The sudden movement causes Durin to cry out in pain, and he clutches at his sore hole, trying to push them out. But Thrak and Krag don't stop, their hips continuing to move in a relentless rhythm that leaves Durin breathless.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Thrak growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. Krag grunts in agreement, his own orgasm quickly approaching.
Durin can feel their cocks swelling inside him, and he knows that they're close.
He braces himself for the onslaught, his own cock throbbing in anticipation.
And then it happens. Thrak's cock jerks inside him, filling him with hot, thick ropes of cum. The sensation triggers Krag's own orgasm, and he follows suit, his cum joining Thrak's in Durin's stretched hole.
Durin's own cock erupts at the same time, sending a stream of cum onto the ground below him. The three of them moan in unison, their bodies trembling with the force of their release.
As the waves of pleasure subside, Durin feels himself collapsing onto the ground, completely spent. Thrak and Krag follow suit, their bodies spent and drained from the intense orgasm.
Crowd cheers loudly, satisfied with the performance.
The three of them lay there, panting and gasping for air. Their bodies glistening with sweat, and their chests heaving with exertion. The crowd's cheers fill the arena, and Durin can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over him.
But the moment is short-lived as Thrak pulls out of Durin with a grunt, causing Durin to wince at the sudden emptiness. Krag follows suit, his own cock slipping out of Durin's abused hole.
Durin groans as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, still trying to catch his breath. He feels raw and used, but he can't deny the satisfaction that courses through him.
He looks back at Thrak and Krag, who are both still catching their breath.
"Well, I think we gave them quite the show," Thrak says with a chuckle.
Durin nods in agreement, still trying to steady himself.
"I can't believe I made it through that," he says, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Thrak and Krag share a look, both of them looking proud of what they just accomplished together.
"You did great," Krag says, patting Durin on the shoulder. "You took us both like a champ."
Durin blushes at the compliment, still feeling self-conscious about his performance.
But as he stands there, waving to the crowd and basking in the cheers and applause, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him.
That is, until he feels a draft hit his backside and a sudden chill.
He glances over his shoulder to see his ass, red and swollen from their earlier encounter, gape open wide. He shows it off to the crowd. Both Thrak and Krag join Durin, Posing over the dwarf whose hole they just finished brutalizing.