Chapter 1: Introduction
A bitingly cold wind blew through the guarded city of Erland. Under the cover of a heavy blanket of stars, the moon cast her icy gaze over the rooftops and walls. The cobblestone of the streets shone faintly from the scattering of snowflakes that danced their way from the gray-black sky. The heavy wooden door creaked open as Bakin, a stout dwarf of medium height, entered the watchtower. With every step, his worn boots seemed to echo a cacophony of metallic clinking through the empty hallways.
The chill of winter had taken hold of the tower's stone walls, and the dim lanterns struggled valiantly in their efforts to guard the darkness.
Bakin adjusted his thick leather belt laden with a myriad of tools and trinkets, the weight of which he was so accustomed that they may as well have been part of him. His mind wandered to his husband Hoglin, the kind-hearted and strong Captain of the Guard, with whom he shared his life.
Being the city's most skilled blacksmith granted Bakin the unique privilege of living right within the guardhouse walls, but on this night, Hoglin had been called away to discuss defense strategies with the Council.
The only other souls brave enough to tread these halls tonight were some of his husband's guards, as Bakin could hear their rambunctious laughter and crude shouts from a distance. Bakin's sensitive nostrils twitched at the unmistakable aroma of ale and merriment wafting through the air.
Upon rounding the corner, he discovered the source of the chaos in the common room of the guardhouse. A group of Hoglin's men sat around a large oak table; their raucous laughter punctuated by clattering mugs and hiccups. Bakin was no stranger to these scenes, but tonight he felt a frisson of vulnerability as the only dwarf in a room full of barely-sober guardsmen.
Hoglin, though not present in person, loomed large among them, Bakin sensed.
His men held a certain familiarity when Hoglin's name was brought up, as if they had been granted tacit permission to partake in Bakin's flesh as they saw fit.
The dwarf acknowledged them and forced a smile, pretending not to notice the shameless whispers and nudges. "What's the occasion?" He asked gruffly, attempting to conceal his anxiety behind a demeanor of tough indifference.
"Just waiting for our turn!" slurred Grimgold, a grizzled veteran with a thick beard.
He raised a half-empty mug of ale in Bakin's direction, motioning for the blacksmith to join them. "Care to join us in a drink or two during your lonely night in this cold fortress."
Bakin sighed and forced a chuckle. "I appreciate your offer, but I have too much work to do tonight, and any drink will surely put me right to sleep. Besides, my gorgeous, talented husband is all the warmth I'll ever need."
Laughter filled the room, fueled by inebriation, and the men cheered.
"Long live Captain Hoglin!"
Bakin felt an icy shiver crawl up his spine, as if the spirit of winter itself penetrated his armor and armor of pride. It was true that Hoglin would often allow his guardsmen to exploit Bakin's body for their pleasure, but the blacksmith couldn't help but feel uneasy when he was left amongst them in his husband's absence.
As if sensing Bakin's discomfort, Grimgold slapped his shoulder, a fatherly smile cracking his weathered face.
"Good man, Bakin. Loyalty to your husband, that's what it's all about." He dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "We still have a bit of time with you before your shift starts, why don't you let us warm you up a bit? You look like you could use it." The blacksmith couldn't deny his body's yearning for contact and warmth, but he eyed Grimgold incredulously.
"You cannot be serious? I have work to do and-"
His protest was drowned out by cruel laughter.
Grimgold leaned in even closer, the stench of ale and sweat enveloping Bakin as he whispered suggestively, "Aye, and we won't keep you from all that work for too long. Just a little taste." The veteran's hand snaked its way onto Bakin's thigh, squeezing possessively.
Bakin's heart pounded; an intoxicating mix of dread and exhilaration coursed through his veins.
No matter how Bakin tried to distance himself, the anticipation of the inevitable interaction weighed heavily on him.
Grimgold grabbed him by his thick forearm, leading him towards a small room at the end of the hallway. Bakin glanced longingly at the door that separated him from his forge and work, but it was too late to escape now.
The guardsmen filed in behind them, closing the door with a heavy thud. Grimgold turned toward Bakin, eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and power.
"Well, my stout dwarf friend, we're all here now. Why don't you take off some of those heavy clothes? No need for you to work up a sweat before we even get started."
Bakin hesitated but knew resistance was futile. Slowly, he began undoing the buckles and straps on his leather armor. Each snap of cold metal against metal broke the chilly silence in the room. Like a ritual, the other guardsmen followed suit, stripping off each piece of clothing, revealing a spectrum of well-toned, sweaty bodies.
They formed a circle around Bakin, enclosing him in their collective curiosity and masculine energy.
The chilly air was now thick with anticipation, as if the tension itself had manifested a separate corporeal form.
While Bakin felt exposed and vulnerable, there was also an undeniable thrill that surged through him with each new admirer that stepped closer, exploring him with eager hands and avid gazes.
He was not repulsed by their rough touches and probing fingers. Rather, each new sensation served to awaken a primal hunger in him that he could no longer ignore.
Grimgold sensed the change in Bakin's demeanor. "Well, well," he jeered, biting his lower lip.
"Looks like our stout friend is enjoying this more than he'd like to admit."
Grimgold's eyes danced with amusement as they roamed over Bakin's broad shoulders and muscular frame, now exposed to the cold room. In an instant, his voice dropped into a low growl as the older guard wrapped his beefy arms around Bakin's waist, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.
Bakin melted into Grimgold's strong embrace, unable to ignore the spark of desire that suddenly ignited between them.
Grimgold plundered his mouth with a desperate intensity, as though the older guardsman couldn't get enough of him. His rough stubble chafed against Bakin's skin, eliciting a shudder run down his spine.
The men cheered, excited by the palpable energy passing between their commander and the stout dwarf. Hands roamed, groping and squeezing their muscular forms, the air crackling with electricity as each guard staked their claim.
Fingers tugged and pulled at Bakin's clothes until his shirt and trousers lay in a heap on the floor.
Emboldened by their compatriot's advances, the other guardsmen took turns with Bakin. The young dwarf found himself captivated by this display, eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. Grimgold's lips found Bakin's neck, leaving heated kisses and bites as a trail of desire ignited across his skin.
Hands roved over Bakin's chiseled chest, pinching hard nipples that were already painfully erect with arousal. Bakin's heart raced as Grimgold's hand wrapped around his straining cock, tugging and stroking mercilessly.
Despite the rough treatment, Bakin thrust his hips instinctively into the older dwarf's powerful grip. Grimmgold chuckled triumphantly against Bakin's throat - the raw sexual energy between them now coursing, unstoppable.
Bakin's breathing grew ragged as Grimgold tightened his grip, stroking him mercilessly. The blacksmith's swollen cock wept in anticipation, desperate for release.
The other guardsmen, unable to contain their excitement, pulled Bakin's trousers down, leaving him wholly exposed. They wasted no time in groping and exploring his muscular thighs and the tight orbs of his ass.
One of the guards cupped his ass in one hand, it was the Drakeborn giant, Halsin, his scaled muscular body intimmidated everyone but the guards, and his underwear left very little to the imagination, he was BIG.
He slowly ran a finger over Bakin's entrance, tracing the edge gently while admiring his prize.
He shot a confident smirk at Grimgold and the other guards before leaning down to Bakin's ear, whispering in his deep husky voice, "are you ready for this? I won't be gentle in the slightest."
Bakin's breath hitched at the very suggestion and yet, despite his hesitation, a rush of wetness betrayed him as it had before during their heated foreplay. Halsin had never been aloud to fuck him while his husband was around, his cock could kill him if they weren't careful.
Halsin slowly let his finger slip in, letting Bakin feel the sheer size of it. He could feel him resist, but also feel himself submitting.
The muscular Drakeborn didn't wait for him to change his mind. He slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, while Bakin took in sharp breaths and moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The other guardsmen watched in awe as the gigantic cock disappeared inside of their comrade.
Grimgold wrapped his arm around Bakin, who leaned back into the older guard for support as Halsin continued to push deeper.
Bakin's body offered resistance, muscles tightening around the behemoth cock, but his anticipation and need surged with every ragged breath.
The other guardsmen formed a circle around Bakin and Halsin, entranced. Excitement rippled through them as they watched their commander claim Bakin as if he were an animal to be claimed and marked. Sweat dripped down their chests and faces, mixing with the ale on their breaths as they roared encouragement to Halsin.
The Drakeborn's huge, scaled shaft slowly filled Bakin, forcing the dwarf to accept the massive intrusion inch by inch.
Bakin moaned, the sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, feeling every ripple of the lengthy appendage inside him, pushing at his inner walls. As Halsin continued to thrust forward, the feeling transformed into something new—exquisite and unstoppable. Bakin dug his fingers into Grimgold's arms, his breath hitching in a staccato rhythm of anticipation and excitement.
He turned his head, capturing Grimgold's lips in a searing kiss. The older guard met Bakin's ferocity with fervor, hands roaming the dwarf blacksmith's broad chest and muscular shoulders greedily.
As Halsin thrust forward again, Bakin cried out into Grimgold's mouth. The other guardsman held him in place, absorbing the force of the intrusion together. Their bodies melded, forming a single vessel of heated desire and sweat-slicked flesh.
The room erupted in a cacophony of lewd cheers and jeers, only adding to the fervor of Grimgold and Bakin's kiss.
With a guttural growl, Halsin seized the opportunity to thrust deeper, forcing another surprised cry from the dwarf blacksmith. Bakin's spine arched in response to the overwhelming sensation; his tightly clenched hole stretched impossibly wide. As Halsin plunged in and out with labored force, Bakin's legs trembled under the weight of it all. "Shit wait, if you keep this up I won't be able to walk, I have work to do..." Bakin said in between moans and pants as his ass reached it's limit.
Halsin didn't stop, instead continued to thrust into Bakin with reckless abandon. Bakin's knuckles turned white as he held onto Grimgold, who chuckled at the dwarf's pleas.
"Hoglin won't mind a little soreness, besides, we have all night." Grimgold reassured him before biting hard on his neck, leaving a red mark that would turn purple by morning. Bakin whimpered but said nothing as Grimgold's hand wrapped around his erect cock again.
Heavily lined eyes met Bakin's with a promise of earth-shattering pleasure, as Grimgold commenced stroking him in time to Halsin's thrusts. The men around them continued their raunchy cheers, sweat dripping from their naked skin and mixing with Bakin's own. It was an intoxicating symphony of lustful mayhem, one that Bakin could no longer resist.
The overwhelming size of Halsin's cock, coupled with Grimgold's relentless grip on his shaft, had brought him to the brink. He felt the warm wave of orgasm begin to spill over him as he shouted his pleasure into Grimgold's shoulder.
His climax was earth-shattering, unleashing jets of hot liquid that painted Grimgold's broad chest in an erotic masterpiece. A myriad of sensations coursed through Bakin's body and mind as he rode out the aftershocks.
With his forehead resting against Grimgold's chest, the world around him spun. Dazed and reeling from his climax, he barely registered Halsin's slow withdrawal from his pulsating hole. Slender strings of white fluid connected their bodies before snapping with a gentle ease.
Bakin shivered as Grimgold carded his fingers tenderly through Bakin's hair, murmuring soft words of encouragement between heaving breaths.
"There you go, my stout friend.
You've earned a bit of rest after that." Grimgold pulled Bakin in for another affectionate embrace, squeezing him tight. The other guardsmen, sated and disheveled, watched the tender scene unfold before them with a mix of admiration and desire.
Eventually, Grimgold released Bakin with a gentle pat on his muscular ass.
The dwarf's legs wobbled with the effort to stay upright, but he proudly stood tall.
Thrusting his hips to test his limits and ensuring nothing was damaged. The other guardsmen had vanished back into the warmth of the common room, leaving him in a post-coital haze with Grimgold.
With a soft grin, Grimgold handed Bakin an ale while patting his thigh suggestively.
His ass ached, and his body still hummed with the afterglow of ecstasy from only moments before. He glanced around the room, realizing that he and Grimgold were alone, the air now quiet and fragrant with sweat and spent lust.
Suddenly, a sinister notion crept into Bakin's mind: there was no one here to watch over him while Grimgold was around.
The very possibility of the older guard's intentions sent adrenaline surging through his veins.
Grimgold's eyes gleamed, reflecting the hunger present in the dwarf blacksmith's gaze. A devious smile slithered across his chiseled face, revealing he too had received the memo. Bakin could not help but admit to himself he felt a strange thrill at this dangerous game that unfolded between the two of them.
Despite the sexual tension coiling around them, Grimgold extended his arm around Bakin, gently caressing the small of his back.
His touch was surprisingly tender, contrasting sharply with their earlier frantic encounters. The warmth of Grimgold's large hand sent a shiver down Bakin's spine.
A devious glint flashed through Grimgold's eyes, and with a wicked curve to his lips, he whispered huskily, "I suppose I could let you get back to your work now." But the guard made no attempt to move or let go.
His hand lingered on Bakin's lower back, pulling him closer into his own muscular frame.
Bakin inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth and firmness of Grimgold's body pressed against his own.
He swallowed hard, and Grimgold's lips found his ear, a ragged breath pulsing against his lobe.
"Are you certain you must leave so soon?" Grimgold whispered seductively, fingers dancing along the waistband of Bakin's trousers.
Bakin steeled himself, "Yes, I must complete my work." His breath betrayed his own arousal.
"I'm afraid I must. Hoglin will be back soon, and I have yet to prepare dinner," Bakin murmured, swallowing down a sudden knot of desire building in his throat. Grimgold released him reluctantly but with a devious smile that promised of unfinished business between them. The dwarf blacksmith grasped for the remnants of his composure and hastily collected his clothes, rushing out the door before temptation became too much.
The air outside had grown icy, but the flames of need within Bakin still raged on.
He hurried back to his forge, trousers pooling around his ankles, his boots still laced.
The echo of laughter and inebriated guffaws faded as he slipped behind the heavy wooden door that concealed his sanctuary of heated metal and sweat-streaked walls.
A shiver ran down Bakin's spine when he remembered Grimgold's heated touch on his lower back. Shaking himself free from that memory, he took a deep breath, embracing the reassuring, familiar scent of coal, smoke, and molten metal.
The forge offered a seductive allure, the warmth blossoming over his cold skin like a lover's caress.
Still reeling with an intoxicating blend of pleasure and vulnerability from Grimgold and the guardsmen, Bakin slipped behind the anvil. With a flick of his wrist, he stoked the hot coals, sending sparks flying in gentle arcs like soft snowflakes in winter.
The image of his husband flickered into his mind, Hoglin's warm smile grounding him, even from afar.
He sighed and reached for his bucket of water, dumping it onto the coals. The angry hiss of steam, coupled with the smell of singed hair and metal, was what he needed to refocus on his tasks.
Bakin was halfway into securing a buckle on his leather armor when the door slammed open and in strode Halsin, his scales gleaming as if he'd bathed in oil. His cock still hung heavy between his thighs as if challenging Bakin to not notice its size.
However, the dwarf blacksmith had other things to worry about besides the Drakeborn's impressive package. "Halsin, I didn't expect you here yet. I ..." Bakin stammered and averted his gaze.
"You were expecting someone else, hm?" Halsin's voice purred through the room, sending a shiver down Bakin's spine as he recalled all-too-vividly what had just taken place between the guardsmen only moments prior.
"I was expecting my husband, Hoglin," Bakin managed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he locked eyes with the imposing figure.
Despite the cold draft permeating the room, Halsin exuded a warmth and primal intensity that ignited an ember of renewed desire within Bakin. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt himself growing erect once more.
Halsin prowled closer to Bakin, eyes never leaving his face. The heat radiating from his scaled body threatened to engulf the already warm workshop in a wave of lustful desire.
Halsin's voice seeped like molten lava over Bakin's trembling figure. "Tell me, my dear stout friend, how is my replacement faring?"
Bakin swallowed hard, attempting to quell the storm of arousal threatening to drown his better judgment. He couldn't help the slight tremor in his hands as they fumbled helplessly with the clasp on his armor.
Here he was not some only his Husband's lover, but also master of this forge, and he would not take this disrespect.
"Look, Halsin," Bakin growled through gritted teeth. "I don't know what you think is going on here, but I'm not interested in playing some sick game. I have work to do and In this forge I am no ones bitch, now either sit your ass down, or I'll be forced to call the royal guard."
Bakin's voice reverberated around the room, bouncing off the hot metal and hammering against Halsin's ego.
For a moment, it seemed as though Halsin would heed Bakin's request and take a seat by the fireplace, but then a salacious grin spread across his lips as he approached Bakin. The warmth from Halsin's body radiated throughout the forge as he towered over Bakin.
His grin widened, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth, as he whispered low, "Oh, I assure you, my stout dwarf friend, I have no intention of playing games."
Bakin's hands froze at his sides in anticipation. What transpired next would alter the course of their lives forever.
The dwarf took the drakeborn's hands and twisted him around and secured him in chains. "Now, why are you here Halsin, any play you and yours have is to stay in the guardhouse." He held a knife to the Halsin's testicles.
"If you want to play dirty, then let's play dirty." He squeezed the knife, puncturing his skin a little. Blood trickled out and pooled around Halsin's scaly shaft.
Halsin chuckled, unmoving - still smug. Bakin tensed, squeezing harder until he drew more blood. The scarlet liquid droplets splattered onto the forge floor, sizzling and drying immediately under the heat of the embers.
A veil of frustration and anger washed over Halsin's features, slowly morphing into an expression of lust-filled submission. The scaled beast before Bakin was no longer a dominating figure but rather a pliable sexual toy crafted to fulfill Bakin's desires.
As Bakin released the knife from Halsin's testicles, he secured additional chains on Halsin. "I'll tell they guards to pick you up in the morning" Bakin mocked, returning to his work.
Halsin's scaly shaft swung between his legs as Bakin continued his work. The sight of the bleeding wound on Halsin's sac served as a poignant reminder to the drakeborn that there were painful consequences to testing Bakin.
As Bakin worked, he became aware of Halsin's stare. The drakeborn's eyes flicked over Bakin's body with a hunger that sent a shiver down the stout dwarf's spine. "Stop staring or I gouge out your eyes, you've already attempted assault, that's enough to get you kicked off the guard." Bakin was even tempered, "You will not be doing this again, do I make myself clear?"
Halsin, now submissive and eager, nodded his reptilian head in agreement, his long tongue flicking out to wet his lips. The scent of blood lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic aroma of Bakin's forge.
Bakin resumed his work as if his strange interaction with Halsin had not occurred, but beneath the surface, the stout male dwarf felt a newfound confidence he had never experienced before. His fingers moved nimbly across the metal as he hammered out intricate designs.
The forge radiated a soothing warmth, the glowing blue and orange coals dancing in gentle rhythm to his craft.
Hours passed unnoticed as Bakin's hands moved deftly through his work, lost in the familiar serenity that only comes from honing one's craft. The metallic scent filled his nostrils, calming him as he lost himself in the process of molding raw material into splendid masterpieces.
It wasn't until hot breath tickled the back of his neck that Bakin snapped from his forging trance.
Halsin had moved closer, eyes heated and fixated on Bakin's firm, strong ass. "Can I touch you?" the drakeborn asked, voice wavering, submissive for once. Bakin considered his response, before finally uttering, "You can look, but only if you ask nicely."
A low growl rumbled in Halsin's throat as he gazed at Bakin's form.
"You are truly magnificent, Bakin. May I touch you?" Halsin asked again, his eyes filled with lust and reverence.
Bakin sighed, "I've finished my work, but we need to get you back to the guardhouse." With a deft hand Bakin undid Halsin's chains, "And remember, never try this again, or I'll have your head on my wall."
Halsin nodded eagerly, backing away from Bakin warily as he rubbed his sore wrists.
As the drakeborn readied himself to leave, Bakin called out after him, "Wait!"
Halsin turned back anxiously to face the stout dwarf. "I-is there something else you wanted?"
Bakin grinned, locking eyes with Halsin.
"Actually, there is."
Halsin hesitated, unsure of the stout dwarf's intentions. With a swift motion, Bakin grabbed Halsin's wrist and pulled him closer. The drakeborn stumbled towards Bakin, a mix of confusion and lust on his face.
Bakin didn't waste any time pulling Halsin close, their bodies colliding like two forces of nature. Their breaths hitched in unison, and it was clear that something dark and primal had awakened between them.
"Listen, you piece of shit," Bakin whispered into Halsin's ear, pressing the cold blade of the knife against his scales.
"If you so much as think about forcing yourself on me again, I won't hesitate to castrate you."
Halsin shuddered and closed his eyes, nodding slowly. "I understand, Bakin. I'm sorry. I got carried away. It won't happen again."
Bakin narrowed his eyes, removing the knife from Halsin's sensitive area. "Good. Now get the fuck out of my forge."
Halsin moved quickly, scrambling to gather his clothes and flee the scene before Bakin changed his mind.
Bakin watched him go, his expression inscrutable, but the dwarf couldn't deny the sense of power and satisfaction that filled him.
Bakin finished cleaning up the forge, making sure every tool was back in its place before turning off the coals and banked the fire.
With a final glance around the room, he closed and locked the door, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.
The streets were quiet, but the moon cast a soft glow on the cobblestones as he walked back to the guardhouse.
As he entered, Bakin could hear the sounds of laughter and music coming from the common area. He paused for a moment, steeling himself before pushing open the door.
The room was packed with guardsmen, drinking and carousing as they celebrated their latest victory in battle.
Bakin's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Hoglin.
As he moved through the boisterous crowd, Halsin emerged from the throng, a sheepish expression on his face.
"Halsin, what are you doing here?" Bakin demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I came to apologize for interrupting you in your forge earlier," Halsin said, avoiding Bakin's gaze. "I had no right to intrude on your personal space like that."
Bakin raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected apology. "Well, I appreciate that," he said after a moment of hesitation. "No playing around in the forge, but here?" A devious smile spread across Bakin's face.
"You can make it up to me by joining me in bed." Bakin raised an eyebrow, challenging Halsin with his eyes.
The drakeborn stared at Bakin, a mix of shock and desire warring on his face. He swallowed hard before stammering, "B-but, your husband..."
"Will be joining us," Bakin interrupted with a wink. "Unless you're too afraid?"
Halsin hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes flashed with determination. "I'm not afraid," he said, squaring his shoulders.
The three men made their way up to Bakin and Hoglin's bedroom, the tension palpable between them.
Hoglin closed the door behind them with a soft click, before turning to face his husband and Halsin. A slow, seductive smile spread across Bakin's face as he watched Halsin's eyes widen in anticipation.
"I hope you don't mind, Halsin," Bakin murmured, his voice low and husky. "But I couldn't resist inviting you to join us."
Halsin gulped, nodding slowly as he took in the sight of Bakin and Hoglin standing together, their eyes filled with desire. Bakin took a step closer to Halsin, his hand reaching out to trace a path down the drakeborn's muscular chest. Halsin shivered under Bakin's touch, his breath hitching as the dwarf leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Of course, my stout friend. I would be honored to share this moment with you both."
Suddenly, the door to their bedroom swung open with a violent crash, splintering the intimate atmosphere. A group of guardsmen, flushed with drink and lust, stumbled into the room.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bakin demanded, stepping protectively in front of Halsin and Hoglin.
The leader of the guardsmen sneered at Bakin. "We've heard that you've been entertaining yourself without us. We demand equal opportunity for intimate interaction!" The guard leered at Bakin, his eyes roving over the dwarf's muscular form.
Bakin's face twisted in disgust at the sight of these unwelcome intruders. "You will leave this room immediately," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The guard stumbled back, his face paling at the venom in Bakin's voice. The dwarf turned to Halsin and Hoglin, his expression softening.
Without a word, Bakin grabbed Halsin by the shoulders and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Halsin's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Bakin's waist.
Hoglin watched with a small smile as his husband and the drakeborn explored each other's mouths, their bodies pressed tightly together. The sight of the two men locked in an intimate embrace only served to heighten the tension between them all.
As Bakin broke the kiss, he turned to Hoglin with a wicked grin. "Care to join us?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
But their intimate moment was shattered as the door to their bedroom was kicked open with a thunderous crash.
A group of guardsmen, their faces flushed with drink and lust, stormed into the room. Bakin demanded, his voice booming through the chamber as he shielded Halsin and Hoglin from the intruders.
The leader of the guardsmen stepped forward, his eyes wild with desire. "We've heard that you've been entertaining yourself without us," he growled, his voice thick with menace. "We demand equal opportunity for intimate interaction!"
But the guardsmen ignored him, advancing on Bakin and his lovers.
The leering expressions on their faces made it clear that they had no intention of asking for permission.
"You heard him," one of the guardsmen barked, grabbing Bakin's arm and yanking him away from Halsin and Hoglin. "It's time for a little forced fun!"
The other guardsmen closed in, pinning Bakin's arms and legs as they tore off his clothes. The dwarf struggled against their grip, but it was no use; there were too many of them.
Bakin's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to escape, but the alcohol coursing through his veins made it difficult to focus. He couldn't believe this was happening – he had never felt so vulnerable and exposed.
One of the guardsmen reached out to touch Bakin's chest, and the dwarf flinched at the unwanted contact.
Just as the situation seemed to be spiraling out of control, a loud voice boomed from the doorway.
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?!"
The guardsmen froze, and Bakin craned his neck to see Hoglin standing in the doorway, fury etched across his face.
Hoglin's gaze swept over the scene before him, taking in Bakin's naked form pinned down by the guardsmen, and the look of terror in his eyes.
A low growl rumbled in Hoglin's throat, and he stepped forward, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down Bakin's spine.
"I asked you a question," Hoglin snarled, his voice low and menacing. "What are you doing to my husband?"
The leader of the guardsmen gulped, stammering out a weak excuse for their actions. "We-we were just having a bit of fun, Captain. We heard about your husband's..."
Hoglin pops a smile, "I'll help you fuck him silly."
The guardsmen exchange glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden turn of events. But the sight of their captain joining in on the fun is too tempting to resist.
Hoglin strides over to the bed, his movements deliberate and commanding. He unbuttons his uniform, revealing a chiseled chest and rippling abs.
Bakin's eyes widen as he watches Hoglin disrobe, but he can't deny the heat building in his belly. He's always had a thing for his husband, but he never imagined they would be sharing each other with someone else.
As Hoglin approaches the bed, he reaches out and strokes Bakin's cheek. "Are you okay with this?" he asks softly.
Bakin nods, unable to find his voice. He's nervous, but also excited at the prospect of being with both of them at once.
He has never shared a bed with anyone other than Hoglin before, but the anticipation of feeling their two bodies pressed against his is almost too much to bear.
"Are you sure about this, Hoglin?" Bakin asks hesitantly.
Hoglin nods, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life," he replies, before leaning in to kiss Bakin deeply.
The guardsmen watch in awe as the couple embraces, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. They can't believe their luck – they've wanted to be with Bakin for so long, and now they have the chance to do so with Hoglin's blessing.
One by one, they approach the bed, stripping off their clothes and revealing their hard, muscular bodies.
Bakin feels a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he takes in the sight of so many men, all eager to be with him.
Hoglin, his husband, grins wickedly and gestures for the guardsmen to join them. They waste no time in climbing onto the bed, surrounding Bakin and Hoglin on all sides.
The first guard to reach Bakin presses his lips to the dwarf's neck, nipping at his skin and eliciting a gasp from the smaller man. Another guard begins to kiss Bakin's chest, swirling his tongue around the dwarf's nipples and making him squirm with pleasure.
Bakin reaches out, grasping at the guardsmen around him and pulling them closer. He can feel their erections pressing against him, hot and hard and insistent.
Bakin's heart races as he realizes the gravity of the situation - he is completely surrounded, vulnerable, and at their mercy.
Yet, amidst the chaos, Bakin feels a sense of safety. Hoglin is here with him, their love and trust for each other unshaken. He looks into Hoglin's eyes, and the captain gives him a knowing nod. Together, they face this challenge head-on.
One of the guardsmen leans in to whisper into Bakin's ear, "We've heard about your little arrangement with your husband. We want in." The guard's voice is thick with desire, his breath hot on Bakin's skin. Bakin shivers but remains silent.
Hoglin steps forward, placing a hand on Bakin's shoulder. "You want in?" he growls, his voice deep and commanding. "Fine.
I'll play along." Bakin's voice was low, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "But first, I want to see what you're really made of."
With that, he reached up and grabbed Guardsman #1 by the waist, pulling him down onto the bed. The guardsman let out a surprised gasp as Bakin pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
Bakin smirked as he looked down at Guardsman #1, his heart pounding with excitement. He could feel the other guardsmen watching, their eyes burning into his skin. But he didn't care - he was in control now.
Without a word, Bakin leaned down and pressed his lips to Guardsman #1's, kissing him deeply. The guardsman responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bakin's hair.
Bakin deepened the kiss, exploring the guardsman's mouth with his tongue. He could feel the guardsman's hard length pressing against his thigh, and he ground down against it, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him.
Hoglin watched from the side, his eyes dark with desire. He knew that this was what Bakin wanted - the rough, animalistic passion that came from group sex. And Hoglin was more than happy to oblige.
He stepped forward, his own erection straining against his pants. Bakin broke the kiss, looking up at Hoglin with a wicked grin. "Join us," he said, his voice low and husky.
Hoglin didn't need to be asked twice. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Bakin. He wrapped his arms around Bakin's waist, pulling him back against his chest. He nibbled on the smaller dwarf's ear as his member rubbed against the small of Bakin's back, "I'll take care of you."
Bakin's breath hitched as Hoglin's hands roamed his chest, tugging at his nipples and sending waves of pleasure through his body. "You want that, don't you, my love?"
Bakin moaned as Hoglin's erection pressed against his lower back. "Yes, yes I do." He gasped as Hoglin's fingers began to explore his lower regions. The guardsman behind him reached around and took hold of Bakin's shaft with one hand while the other massaged his sack.
The rough, calloused hand on his member sent tremors of pleasure up Bakin's spine. He felt the guard's hard cock wedged between his ass cheeks, and he pushed back against it, earning a grunt from behind.
Hoglin watched with keen interest as Bakin's body moved in rhythm with the guard. The sight of the man's muscles rippling as he took pleasure in the act only heightened Hoglin's desires.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Bakin," the guardsman panted in his ear as he quickened his pace.
Bakin moaned in response, his own moans mixing with those of the guardsman behind him. Hoglin's hands were tracing delicate patterns on Bakin's chest, tweaking and tugging on Bakin's nipples while the guardsman thrust into him from behind.
Bakin could feel himself nearing his climax, his member growing impossibly hard as precum dripped down its length. The guardsman behind him grunted and quickened his pace further, a sure sign that he was close himself.
Bakin let out a stifled moan as the guard's fingers massaged his sack, the other hand pulling and twisting at his nipples with just the right amount of pressure.
Hoglin's hands never ceased moving over Bakin's chest, tweaking and tugging at his sensitive nipples as they writhed on the guardsman beneath him. Bakin could feel the tension in Hoglin's body, knew that he was fighting to hold back his own release.
"Let go," Bakin whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Let me feel you inside me, filling me up."
Hoglin didn't need any further encouragement. With a low growl, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Bakin's channel. Bakin cried out in pleasure as Hoglin's hot length filled him to the brim, his hips moving in time with the guard beneath him.
Hoglin wasted no time establishing a fast, hard pace, his hips pistoning forward and back in a fervent rhythm. The guardsman behind Bakin was still thrusting into him, and soon the three of them had found a perfect rhythm, each one driving the other to the brink of pleasure.
Bakin's moans and grunts filled the room, mingling with the wet slapping sounds of skin against skin as the trio reveled in their shared desire.
The guard beneath them, Guardsman #1, was the first to release. His muscles tensed and his thrusts became erratic, before a guttural groan escaped his lips and warm liquid filled Bakin's insides. The feeling set Bakin off, a primal roar tearing from his throat as he came hard, covering Guardsman #1's chest in thick white streaks.
Hoglin too, let out a guttural cry as he came inside Bakin, filling him up in a way that made the dwarf feel deliciously full.
As the three of them lay there, intertwined and panting heavily, Bakin couldn't help but feel grateful for this new arrangement with his husband. They had always been open with their desires, but allowing others to join in on their intimate moments was truly thrilling.
Hoglin pulled out of Bakin slowly, earning a pained gasp from the smaller dwarf as his softening cock left his warm channel, but there were at least thirty guards that had heard the noise and needed release.
"Alright, who's next?" Hoglin barked with a crooked grin.
One by one, they lined up, eagerly waiting their turn to enter Bakin while Hoglin toyed with his nipples or used his own mouth to bring attention to other parts of Bakin's body. It wasn't long before Bakin was sweating and moaning through gritted teeth—his muscles ached from repeatedly taking in so many men.
But he endured, wanting to please his husband and the guards that so desperately sought his body.
He whimpered as the guards took their turns, relishing in the feeling of fullness and the pain that came with it.
The guards were rough, taking what they wanted without a care for his comfort. They gripped his hips tightly, slamming into him with reckless abandon. His body felt like it was being torn apart, but he wouldn't dare stop them.
Hoglin's hands roamed over Bakin's sweaty chest, tweaking his nipples as he watched him take each guard eagerly.
Bakin's own hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he moaned and gasped through each rough encounter.
With a wicked grin, Hoglin leaned in to whisper in Bakin's ear, "You like that, don't you? Feeling every inch of them inside you?" Bakin could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as another guard thrust into him.
Hoglin's hand snaked down Bakin's belly, finding his leaking cock and giving it a firm stroke.
"Look at you, so hard and ready for more," Hoglin growled in Bakin's ear.
The next guard stepped up, a tall and muscular dwarf with a wild look in his eyes. He grabbed Bakin's hips and thrust roughly into him, making Bakin cry out in pleasure and pain. Hoglin's hand didn't miss a beat, continuing to stroke Bakin's cock with practiced ease.
The guard fucked Bakin mercilessly, all the while grunting and cursing as he drove into him again and again.
Bakin could feel Hoglin's hand still on his cock, tugging and pulling at him in time with each thrust.
"That's it, dear husband," Hoglin murmured in his ear, "let them all have a turn. You know you want it." Bakin groaned in response, his body shaking as the guard reached around to grab his own throbbing length and begin stroking himself furiously.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," the guard grunted, his movements becoming erratic as he neared climax.
"You want it, don't you?" Hoglin whispered in Bakin's ear, his free hand teasing Bakin's tight nipples. "Say it. Say you want him to come inside you."
Bakin was delirious with pleasure and pain, his body on fire as the guard slammed into him mercilessly. "Yes," he gasped, barely able to form the word. "Yes, I want it. Please."
That was all Hoglin needed to hear.
He increased the pace of his hand on Bakin's cock, matching the rhythm of the guard's thrusts. Bakin could feel his climax building, the delicious tension coiling in the pit of his stomach like a tightly wound spring. With a roar, he spilled himself into Hoglin's waiting hand, a hot jet of cum erupting from his cock as the guard behind him thrust one last time before stilling with a low moan.
As the guard pulled out, Bakin felt a twinge of pleasure-pain through his ravaged hole.
But the moment was fleeting, as the next guard eagerly stepped up to take his place, a massive ogre who had joined the guard recently. His cock so big that it scared Bakin slightly.
He couldn't help but gulp as the ogre bent down to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry, little dwarf, I'll be gentle."
But Bakin knew that it would be anything but. The ogre grabbed him by the hips and thrust into him with one hard motion, making Bakin scream out in pleasure-pain.
Hoglin watched with keen interest as the ogre took his turn with Bakin, his own erection grows hard once more.
Bakin's breath was coming in ragged gasps as he took the ogre's massive length, his body trembling with the effort.
"You like that, don't you?" Hoglin murmured in Bakin's ear, reaching down to stroke the dwarf's sweat-slicked chest.
Bakin could only nod, unable to speak as the ogre drove into him over and over again. Hoglin felt a thrill of excitement as he watched the scene before him, their intense love and trust for each other on full display.
He leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into Bakin's ear, his voice low and commanding. "You're doing so well, my love," he praised, his hands wandering over Bakin's chest and abdomen.
Bakin moaned at the sensation of Hoglin's hands on his body, the intimacy of their shared experience only heightening the pleasure he was feeling. He could feel himself growing harder again, despite the exhaustion that was starting to creep in.
"You want more, don't you?" Hoglin whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Bakin nodded, unable to speak as the ogre continued to thrust into him. Hoglin wasted no time in positioning himself behind the ogre, admiring the raw power and dominance of the beastly creature before him.
"You heard him," Hoglin growled, his own arousal growing as he watched Bakin take the ogre with such pleasure.
"He wants more."
With that, Hoglin grabbed the ogre's hips and thrust into him from behind, making Bakin scream out in ecstasy as he was doubly filled.
The guardsmen cheered and yelled, urging the dwarves on as they fucked the ogre hard and rough. Bakin could barely think straight as his body was taken to new heights of pleasure, his cock rock hard and aching for release once again.
A troll cocked an eybrow "So we don't have to take turns?" He positioned his cock at Bakin's lips. "I bet he's gonna be sore tomorrow."
The troll's deep, gravelly voice broke through the cacophony of moans and grunts in the room. He was leering at Bakin, who was still impaled on the ogre's cock, his body trembling with pleasure.
Without waiting for a response, the troll stepped forward and grabbed Bakin's head, forcing it towards his own grotesque, bulbous cock. "Open up, little dwarf," he growled. "Time for you to earn your keep."
Bakin's eyes widened in fear as he felt the troll's rough hands on his head, but he knew better than to resist. He opened his mouth obediently, allowing the troll to force his cock inside.
The taste was horrendous, like rotting meat and decay.
Bakin gagged, but the troll only held him firmer, his grip like a vice.
Guards cheered and joined in the frenzy, closing in around Bakin and the ogre, their hands roaming over Bakin's body as they too forced themselves into his mouth.
Bakin felt like a piece of meat, passed around and used for the pleasure of others. But amidst the chaos, he found solace in the knowledge that Hoglin was there with him, watching over him and making sure he was safe.
Hoglin's gaze never left Bakin's face as he watched the other guards take their turns with his husband. He could see the fear and discomfort in Bakin's eyes, but also a spark of excitement and pleasure.
Bakin had always been adventurous, and Hoglin knew he loved to push his limits.
The troll's cock was massive, much larger than any of the guardsmen's. Bakin's eyes widened as the troll forced it deeper down his throat, but he didn't resist.
Hoglin watched with a mixture of pride and desire as his husband took the troll's cock with ease, his body shaking with pleasure as he continued to be fucked by the ogre.
The guardsmen cheered and urged the troll on, their hands still roaming over Bakin's body. The troll grunted and thrust harder into Bakin's mouth, his hips moving in time with the ogre's.
Hoglin felt his own arousal growing as he watched the scene before him, their intense love and trust for each other on full display.
But just as he thought the night couldn't get any more intense, the troll and ogre exchanged a devious look.
Without warning, the ogre pulled out of Bakin, leaving him gasping for breath. The troll then grabbed Bakin by the hips, roughly positioning him so that he was facing away from him. Bakin's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist as the troll pressed his massive cock against Bakin's entrance.
"Wait," Hoglin protested, realizing what was about to happen. But it was too late. The troll thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Bakin's channel. Bakin cried out in pain and pleasure, his body stretched to its limits as the troll began to thrust roughly into him.
Hoglin watched in shock, his own arousal quickly evaporating as he saw the look of distress on Bakin's face.
"Stop," he commanded, his voice firm and commanding. But the troll paid no attention, continuing to pound into Bakin with wild abandon.
Hoglin knew that he had to take action. He stepped forward, placing himself in front of Bakin and shielding him from the troll's advances.
"I said stop," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. The troll sneered at him, but Hoglin held his ground, refusing to back down.
Suddenly two guards grab Hoglin from behind, keeping him from intervening.
"We can't let you interfere, Captain," one of them says, his voice tight with fear and excitement.
Hoglin struggles against their grip, his eyes never leaving Bakin's face. He can see the pain and confusion in Bakin's eyes, but also a spark of excitement and trust. Bakin knows that Hoglin is there to protect him, but he also trusts that Hoglin won't do anything to put himself in danger.
The troll continues to thrust into Bakin, each movement sending waves of pain and pleasure through his body. Bakin's mind is a blur, his thoughts scattered as the troll takes him roughly from behind.
But amidst the chaos, he can feel Hoglin's presence behind him, shielding him from any further harm. The guards may hold Hoglin back, but they can't break the bond between them.
Bakin's trust in Hoglin remains unshaken, even as the ogre joins in, double penetrating him with the troll. The pain is intense, but Bakin can't deny the pleasure that comes with it. He moans, his body trembling as the two beasts take him roughly from both ends.
Hoglin watches in a mixture of horror and arousal as the scene unfolds before him. He can see the pain etched on Bakin's face, but also the pleasure and excitement that courses through his veins. The guards may have taken control of the situation, but Bakin's heart belongs to Hoglin, and Hoglin's to Bakin.
The troll grunts and thrusts harder into Bakin, his massive cock hitting Bakin's prostate with each movement.
Bakin cries out in pleasure, his body shaking with the force of the troll's thrusts. Hoglin watches helplessly, aroused yet concerned. He hates seeing Bakin in pain, but he knows that Bakin can handle it. He trusts Bakin's strength and resilience.
He knows that Bakin can handle this intense experience, and he's proud of his husband for giving in to the brutality and pleasure of the moment.
Bakin's screams fill the room, a mix of pain and pleasure. Hoglin can see the sweat dripping down Bakin's forehead, his muscles straining as the troll and ogre take turns pounding into him.
The guards watch with bated breath, their cocks hard and ready for their turn. But Hoglin knows that they must wait, that this is Bakin's moment to shine.
Bakin's body shudders as he reaches his climax, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto the floor below. The troll and ogre follow suit, their own orgasms triggering a chain reaction among the guards.
One guard starts to grope the Hoglin surprising everyone, "What are you doing?" he yelps out as his fingers prod his virgin hole.
The guards take this as their cue, and soon Bakin is surrounded by a sea of hard cocks, each one vying for a turn. Hoglin watches with mixed emotions as his husband is passed around like a toy, but he knows better than to interfere. These are Bakin's desires, after all, and who is he to deny him that?
The guards waste no time in taking advantage of the situation. One by one, they line up behind Bakin, each taking turns to bury their cocks deep inside him. Bakin screams out in pain and pleasure, his body trembling with each thrust. Hoglin can only watch in amazement as his husband takes every inch of the guards' cocks with ease.
Bakin's body is slick with sweat and cum as the guards continue to pound into him.
Hoglin watches with a mixture of awe and concern as his husband takes each thrust with ease, his screams of pleasure filling the room.
But suddenly, everything comes to a halt as one guard steps forward, his hand reaching out to grope Hoglin's firm chest. Bakin's eyes widen in surprise, but Hoglin remains unfazed, his gaze never leaving Bakin's face.
"What are you doing?" Bakin asks, his voice strained from the intense session.
The guard grins, his hand wandering down to Hoglin's crotch. "Just wanted to see what I've been missing out on," he says, giving Hoglin's cock a firm squeeze.
Bakin feels a surge of jealousy course through him, but he quickly pushes it aside.
He knows that this is what Hoglin wants, and he trusts him implicitly. The guards, too, sense Bakin's acquiescence and pull out of him, their cocks glistening with his juices.
Without hesitation, they turn their attention to the still-bound Hoglin, who looks up at them with a mixture of fear and excitement. Bakin watches as the guards roughly tear off Hoglin's clothes, exposing his virgin flesh to the cool air of the guardhouse.
The first guard steps forward, his cock already hard and ready. Bakin can see the anticipation in his eyes as he positions himself behind Hoglin, who whimpers softly as he feels the guard's cock press against his entrance.
Bakin feels a strange mix of emotions as he watches his husband being taken by these rough men.
But when Guardsman 3 leans forward to lick Hoglin's nipples, Bakin can't help but feel a surge of desire. He has always loved the way Hoglin responds to nipple play, and seeing the guard's skilled tongue on his husband's sensitive flesh is more than he can bear.
Without conscious thought, Bakin finds himself reaching down to touch himself, stroking his cock in time with the rhythm of the guardsmen pounding into Hoglin. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he wants to hold out just a little longer, to savor this moment of pure, raw pleasure.
Hoglin, for his part, is lost in a sea of sensation. He can barely think straight as the guards take turns fucking him from behind, their cocks hitting all the right spots inside him.