Trouble with Orcs and Goblins [M35/M20][Gay][Size Difference][excessive cum][Part 1 of ?]

They were quite the pair, a beefy six foot five Orc, gray-green skin, small knife like ears, and short tusks poking out from his lower lip. He was wrapped in leather and fur, his chest, shoulders, and thighs left bare. And a two foot eight Goblin companion, vibrant green skin, massive bat wing-like ears, and big yellow eyes. Dressed in billowing pants cuffed at the ankle and loose tunic. The two sat in a local tavern, the Orc ravenously gulping down stew, tearing bread with his hands. The Goblin sat swinging his little legs, awkwardly looking over the table, wringing his hands. 

“Why’d you free me, goblin?” The Orc growled between bites. 

The Goblin cleared his throat, speaking with a soft, nervous voice “well… I’m Zonk first of all… an I was sneakin around an saw you in that cage an all, I thought you’d be a good master… so I… snuck around and set you free!” 

The Orc grunted, still eating. 

“Why didn’t they eat you? Trolls usually eat you!” Zonk smiled uneasily. 
 
The Half-Orc presented the amulet from around his neck, “see this Zonk?” He rotated it around his neck, there was no clasp, no way of taking it off. “Bound magical item, magic tends to make you less tasty.”

“Oh… what’s it do then?” 

“It’s an amulet of excessive fertility… turns me into a fountain as many times as you want, given I am fed and watered. The only real curse is what happens if I get too backed up.” 

He continued as he began to eat again, “Mogrek, by the way,” The Orc took a bite and made eye contact with Zonk before clearing his throat, “so…looking for a Master then?” 

Zonk cleared his throat, “Gobbos are born followers you know? We need strong leaders to follow! It’s in our bones”

Mogrek grunted affirmatively wiping his face, “like a slave? Or a pet?” 

Zonk was blushing now, “y-yeah, or a loot gobbo, or a pack mule, or….” Now he whispered under his breath, “a filthy butt slut fuck toy…” 

Mogrek flashed a tusky grin, “what was that last part?” 

“A filthy butt slut fuck toy? Goblins looooove sticking stuff up their butts…”

“Not sure how that would work… my cock is bigger than your forearm”

Zonk smirked, his green face growing red, “I’m really stretchy, Master…”  

Mogrek smiled back, “you wanna get in some trouble, don’tcha boy?”

Zonk and Mogrek drank together, singing songs and making merry. Eventually stumbling over to the barkeep to buy a room and some oil. The two giggled as they pushed the door open. Zonk’s face grew hot asking the massive Orc to reach the door’s deadbolt. Zonk retreated to a corner of the room, quickly shucking his clothes. His baggy clothing did well hiding his lithe form and impossibly round bubble butt. Mogrek eyed Zonk as he undid his own clasps, letting the furs and leather fall to the floor. He stepped out his boots, sauntering up to his tiny goblin slave. Mogrek placed a hand on Zonk’s head, who was nearly the perfect height for a standing blowjob. Mogrek slapped his throbbing, girthy, gray-green length against the side of the Gobbo’s head. Zonk turned, his eyes a mix of lust drunk and drunk drunk. Zonk reached up and grabbed Mogrek’s tumescent cock. Mogrek and Zonk locked eyes, with Zonk’s chin against the Half-Orc’s magnificent sack, the fat length of dick laid out on Zonk’s cute little green face, the great-cock was longer than Zonk’s head was tall. Zonk smirked, tilting his head forward into Mogrek’s hairy, unwashed sack, huffing his scent. Zonk brought his hands up, heaving a testie in each hand, each the size of a grapefruit.

“Heh, pretty backed up here slut,” he murmured, “don’t worry, master won’t let you drown.” Zonk wordlessly made eye contact, his jaw slack and drooling. Mogrek grabbed Zonk’s hair in one hand, and his own cock in the other, slapping the goblin slut on the cheek with it before gently guiding Zonk’s dark green lips to the foreskin covered head of his cock. Zonk gripped his cock near the middle, helping angle the upward curving length of Gobbo breeding meat to his lips. Zonk lapped at Mogrek’s foreskin, gently pulling it back to lap more deeply, sliding his tongue underneath to swirl around the head, and with difficulty eventually sucking the mouthful in. Zonk made eyes at Mogrek as he suckled the tip and ran his hands up and down his length. 

Mogrek pulled the Gobbo off his cock, kneeling down to kiss his drooling green lips. Mogrek wrapped his hands around Zonk’s waist, easily lifting him to lay him down on the bed. Zonk ran his hands through Mogrek’s long black hair, releasing his hair tie to let it drape over both of them. Zonk’s hands were further dwarfed by the size of this Orc, rubbing his little green hands across Mogrek’s heaving pectorals, tangling his fingers in the mess of chest hair. With their faces level, Zonk could feel the thick length of Mogrek’s thick cock against his feet. Zonk gently pressed the arches of his small green feet together. A beastly moan from Mogrek broke their kiss, his hips seemingly moving of their own accord. Zonk smirked, his hands wandering across the rest of the Orc he could reach: his wide powerful neck, his thickly muscled arms, and his softer, round tummy. 

Mogrek withdrew himself from the soft, green soles, focusing his attention on kissing his way down Zonk’s lithe, curvaceous goblin form. His stubble scratched and tickled as he kissed, suckled, and licked his way down Zonk’s neck, chest, and stomach, stopping at his hairless pelvis. Zonk’s cock stood at attention, flushed a darker shade of green, shockingly large on his little frame. Mogrek licked up the underside of it, drawing shuddering breath from Zonk. Deftly, Mogrek tilted his head, sucking it down until it hit the back of his throat, nearly 3/4s of the way down. Zonk’s green cock was a little larger than an average human’s with a big sack below it. Zonk moaned loudly, taking hand fulls of Mogrek’s raven locks, and opening his legs, drawing his knees up beside Mogrek’s head. Releasing Zonk’s length from his mouth with a loud slurp, Mogrek shifted his attention downward, sucking both of Zonk’s green egg-like nuts into his mouth. 

Placing his hands on Zonk’s knees, Mogrek folded Zonk, raising his taint to the ceiling. Zonk squirmed as Mogrek’s tongue traced around his tight pucker. Lashing at it, prodding against if. Eventually placing a final kiss on the winking star, Mogrek laid Zonk back out on the bed, bracing a forearm over Zonk’s head, he slapped his weighty cock on Zonk’s stomach, with their balls touching, the fat head sat right at the bottom of Zonk’s sternum. Zonk craned his head up, savoring the musk of the Half-Orc’s unwashed chest. 

Mogrek chuckled uneasily, “you sure Gobbos are this stretchy?”

Eyes wide, face flushed, “y-yes, master…” 

Mogrekcocked his eye brow, “I’ll take it slow at first…” he started to oil them both, “then I’ll fuck you like the fuck slut you are, but feel free to stop me” he chuckled to himself, “like if I nudge a lung or something.” 

Zonk nodded, opening his mouth to speak, but cutoff by his own moan as a thick orcish finger forced its way into his ass. Zonk lifted his knees again, holding them on either side of his chest. Mogrek shifted his weight, lining himself up. Zonk was sweating bullets, his breath ragged, looking up with his eyes fixed on Mogrek as the fat head of his cock pressed against his taught hole. A pained exhale forcing itself from his lips as his hole spread wider then ever, clenching the head of this massive foreign invader. Mogrek waited, Zonk’s hole relaxed, and with the gobbo’s nod he prodded deeper, moaning loudly as he slooooowly shoved half way in, a visable bulge on the Gobbo’s flat belly marking his progress. Mogrek bit his lip, anxiously awaiting Zonk’s next signal. Zonk’s eyes were locked on bulge in his tummy, with a nod he watched it slowly inch its way to his ribcage, until he felt the Half-Orc’s mess of pubes pressing against his ass. 

“That’s a good Gobbo boy…” Mogrek cued. Zonk smirked, blushing and using a hand to cover his face with an ear. Mogrek gently jerked Zonk’s throbbing green prick. They both grunted as Mogrek withdrew himself. The bulge sliding down to right above the Gobbo’s pelvis. After spilling more oil over his exposed cock, he slowly made his way back in, Zonk’s head lulled back breathing heavy, still using his ear to cover his face. Zonk peeped as Mogrek’s hips made contact again, with greater impact. 

“Soooo fuuull maaaaster…” Zonk moaned. Now dropping his ear to rub the massive Mogrek-cock-sized bulge on his belly.  

Mogrek growled, “that’s it boy, you’re gonna take all of me…” with Zonk’s sheepish nod he pulled out halfway again, pressing back into him with a barely audible slap. Again and again he pistoned in and out of Zonk’s loosening hole, until the goblin’s moaning shouts filled the room. With the crushing force on his prostate, his green cock leaked like a faucet, Zonk was quickly arching his back into Mogrek’s thrusts, shout moaning as his cock shot white ropes across his own chest and onto his chin. 

Mogrek pulled out completely with a loud shlorp. Laying his throbbing, oily member across Zonk’s once again flat tummy. “Turn over and toot that ass up for me, boy, I wanna pump my seed in those guts.” He said with a growl.

Zonk’s chest was heaving, between breathes he whispered, “yes… master.” Mogrek sat back on the bed, eventually standing behind Zonk as he shimmied to the edge of the bed, his green feet together, knees and chest down on the bed, ass spread wide, hole hopelessly gaped. Zonk turned his head back to watch Mogrek. The brutish orc slapped the green ass with a solid plap, his hole trying to squeeze closed. Grabbing the oil again, he poured it down the cleft of Gobbo ass, using his fingers to direct errant streams back up Zonk’s taint, before firmly lodging two fingers in his loose hole. With the bed not quite high enough to resolve their height difference, Mogrek squatted, aiming, and then mercilessly spearing his great-cock into Gobbo guts. Zonk squealed as Mogrek savagely worked his entire cock through his hole, leaving only the head buried. Mogrek’s thrusts eventually became shallower, now only working the final quarter in and out. Mogrek’s low hanging, heavy sack dragging against the soft soles of zonk’s feet. 

Now gripping Zonk’s hips with force, he grunted and groaned, “HERE IT COMES SLUT! FUUUUUUCK!” Mogrek roared, his balls seizing back up to his taint as his cock spewed white hot seed into Gobbo belly. 

“Ohhh ohhhh my, ouhhh!” Zonk murmured eventually delving into ancient Gobbo as he felt his belly distend, pressing against his thighs, his cock let off again, spilling seed against his inner thighs and feet. When his incredibly stretchy belly could stretch no more, cum shot with force around the airtight seal of his anus, splattering against Mogrek’s belly and thighs. 

Mogrek’s eyes fluttered open, slowly withdrawing his softening cock with a louder, wetter SHLORP. Zonk fell to his side, eventually rolling to his back, a river of cum flowing out of his battered hole, belly round like a triplet pregnancy. 

Mogrek’s ran his hands over Zonk’s distended belly. A slight squeeze sending a noisy jet of orc baby batter to the floor. “Guess I was a little more backed up than I thought…”

Zonk was still catching his breath, hands now idly rubbing his rotund belly, “oh thank you master… thank you for all the cum…” He murmured. 

Mogrek patted the goblins head, the bed creaking as he laid down, pulling Zonk closer, “you’re a good boy, Zonk, I think I’ll keep you.”