Scouring the lands of Skyrim as an argonian was not the most easiest of tasks - tensions were high with civilian war, the racist nords were everywhere, and nobody seemed like they were in the mood to talk. It was then you decided that your time as an adventurer was better spent elsewhere - in lands less fraudulent and as bone-chillingly inhospitable as Skyrim, so you went to Elsweyr. It was a long trek, and not something that would take a matter of days. No, it took months. During that time, you were starting to get familiar with the lay of the land, and your physique was starting to improve. No longer was you this lanky, thin and shy argonian - you had bloosmed into a shadow of your former self, confident - and muscular besides. Infact, you had become the very image of what you loved - large muscular men. You couldn't be happier, but right now you was worrying on where you could stay. 
You had long left the lands of Skyrim, and into Cyrodiil - the land where most of the anthropomorphic races lived. You looked forward to seeing less Nords here, and more civilised people. 
Right now you were in the mountain range of Cyrodiil - on the outskirts, and you spotted a tent in the distance. 
Smiling, you approached it - and hoped they would be friendly people. 
As you entered the vicinity, you were greater by the gate by a smiling argonian who greeted you. 
“Greetings, Marsh brother. Wearing from the road?” He said with a wink, which caught you off guard - blushing. 
You forced a laugh out, not used to being flirted to. 
Suddenly the argonian walked up to you and whispered into your ear:
“In this camp, we take of all our brothers’ needs.” He said, groping your package - encased in leather, but still very much full. 
Opening the gates, he gave you a sly smirk: “I could see your bulge from a mile away. Gosh, I really want that… But I can sense you're on business. I'll let you pass through, but be careful not to let that big package get caught on anything - Marsh brother.”
You laughed, knowing full well that your face is bright red and sporting a semi erection from the argonian man coming onto you. It was something you could've never expected, much less someone of your same gender. 
“I guess this camp is special is some way…” You mused, making your way up to the longhouse - which obviously seemed to be the elder’s residence.
 
----After the meeting----

It seems that today is your lucky day, because not only was you warmly welcomed into the encampment, but you was also accepted to reside here - as long as you fulfill a certain requirement. 
That requirement though, they have not disclosed - and now you are being led to another camp, where studly wolf and tiger men see you and wink. Again, you felt the bulge in your pants filling out. The Elder leaves you and you are met face to face with a green muscular wolf who couldn't break his gaze, a muscular tiger man who silently watched from the sidelines (it was also worth mentioning that he was wearing a white cloth loincloth that you could see through to his uncut package perfectly), and a red canine with a huge hulking body and large beard. Make no mistake, you were in a room full of sexy men - testosterone levels were high - and you were horny as fuck. Being lonely on the road is not as fun as it seems. 
Suddenly, the green wolf approached you and placed his paw on your shoulder, looking into your eyes affectionately. 
“You still wanna move in here, adventurer? You better prove it.”
You were about to ask what was going on, but he demanded you to fall to your knees. Not wanting to provoke them, you obliged - and you could see their bulges growing bigger. The tiger huffed a sigh of approval and fondled his package. Your mouth watered at it. You felt the green wolf embrace you as he tied rope around your wrists, his huge pecs rubbing against yours. That aroused you more than you thought. 
“Fuck, I'm so pent up…”
Another huff of approval from the tiger. It would seem that this room was for pent up men, then. 
Realisation dawned on you - you asked him what he was doing.
“Our initiation ritual. You must offer us your semen.”
“Well, at least that finally makes sense,” you thought - gasping as the wolf groped your heavy bulge, parting the fold in the leather to expose your member. 
“Uncut and a buff argonian,” he said, eyes glinting over with lust. “Fucking beautiful cock and man. Shit, fuck, I wanna suck it so bad. I wanna worship you so bad, you sexy little bitch.”
His dirty talk turned you on so much - you never thought this this dominant man would be such a bitch. 
He twisted your nipples nonchalantly, calling out to the tiger guard and red canine nearby.
“Come and join in on the fun, men!” They smirked at each other, licking your lips at your bulky frame.
The green wolf leaned his body against yours, deliberately humping his crotch against yours - heightening your sense of arousal.
“Show us your love, Argonian.”
The red canine walked over to you, and kneeled down to your backside.
You tried to swerve your body towards him to see what he was doing, but the green wolf clasped his hands on your head, forcing you to look at his deep, green eyes which were glazed with lust. “I’m the chieftain of this tribe, but from now on you may as well just call me your cumdump. I’m sure an adventurer like you is ripe with semen from all those hard battles you fought and all the distance you’ve travelled, hmm?

You felt the canine behind you prod his tongue at your hole, before pushing it in hungrily. 
“My boys are hungry,” the chieftain said as he kneeled down to meet your fully erect cock with his drooling muzzle, “and so am I”.
At that moment, the chieftain swallowed your cock whole - his thick wolf tongue tracing over your veins and girth of your shaft as he looked at you with needful eyes.
Beside you, you spotted the tiger guard watching intently as he jerked his meat to the scene. Upon spotting you, he gave you a wink.
You felt the handsome canine behind you eat out your ass feverishly, pushing your hips forwards with his hands - which in turn mushed the chieftain's face together with
the base of your crotch. 
“Unggh, yess… facefuck me like you mean it.”
It wasn’t hard to do, seeing as the canine behind you made you moan in ecstasy, your back arching as he dove his tongue deeper and deeper into your tight confines.
The three of you got into a rut, the chieftain taking brief pants in-between as he coated your cock with saliva before hungrily taking your huge member in his mouth again;
determined to edge you on as long as possible. You could hear the squelches and moans as both canine tongues pleasured you - each of them moving your body forwards and backwards. The tiger was really getting into it now, he was battering his meat loudly before sending ropes of hot seed onto your muscular chest, cum rippling down your body. The tiger decided to rub his spent cock all over your face, sending you over the edge. You filled up the slutty chieftain's mouth with a batch of thick pent-up cum, as he looked up to you, swallowing it all down. The two canines stood up together, facing you, hastily pumping their needy cocks before erupting countless ropes of semen all over you. Your whole body was now covered in the tribe’s cum. The tiger winked at you yet again, and snogged you lovingly. This was going to be a great place to live.