The Pleasure of Exile

	Leaves and twigs crunched under his feet as Balin moved deeper through the forest. The orc lightly scrubbed his eyes, hazel eyes peering over the foliage in his way. Shaking his head, the orc snorted as he tugged at his beard, tongue lightly prodding at his small tusks jutting from his bottom teeth. His larger ones kept his mouth parted, pointed ears trying to listen for any dangerous noises around. A mane of wild hair flowed from his head as his eye brows scrunched up in concentration. It had been a while since he’d rested properly with countrymen chasing after him. Had they not come to his town and forced conscriptions, he’d not be in this predicament.
	The pale green skinned orc was experienced in combat, something catching the attention of some of the locals. One of the army commanders had taken him in without his own consent, conscripting him for work. That hadn’t settled well with Balin, who now was leaning against a tree lightly tugging on a rectangular nipple ring. The familiar tingling between his legs brought a grin to the orc’s mouth. After a couple of months, the commander’s son had come about, wanting to try and tame the “wild orc”. It just so happened the commander had came upon the scene of his son being split open by a naked, sweaty and erect orc shoving himself over and over again into the boy’s rump. A flabbergasted man watched a random orc shoved in and growl, leaving a hot seedy load in the boy who opened his eyes to notice his father.
	Needless to say, Balin couldn’t even get dressed before he was “caught” deserting the army. Trying to keep things under wraps the orc suspected. Branded as such, he was thrown on a ship to some prison island before he managed to escape. That was a whole other ordeal he didn’t want to think of. Even now he wore nothing but a pair of ragged brown shorts, showing off his muscular body and a thick trail of hair on his chest and traveling down to a thick bush barely peeking from the shorts. Moving along, Balin continued on his way to escape this forsaken isle. If nothing else, his feet weren’t hurting too much due to the game trail he was following. A sound caught his ear as he tilted his head to hear it better. It sounded like water running. Grinning widely, the orc sped up to find the source of the running liquid.
	Stumbling out of the brush, Balin was overjoyed to find a small spring winding through the forest. After half a day of movement, this was a welcome relief to his aching throat. Getting down, the orc cupped his hands and drank from the spring, splashing his face before taking another drink.  A cold, sharp prod at his back made him tense up before he heard a voice call to him.
	“Stand up slowly.”
	Balin complied. Getting his feet under him, he stood before turning around at the command to do so. The point of the blade, which he discovered once facing his besiegers, dragged over his skin lightly enough to not break the skin. Before him, two lizard men stood. One was a mint green colored with a yellow under belly from jaw to groin, going between the thighs though it was hard to tell a bit as the lizard wore a loincloth. Holding the sword, he seemed capable with a breastplate. Balin’s eyes flitted to the other lizard man, red scaled with a cream plated underbelly. While wearing only a loincloth, this one held a double headed axe leisurely in his hands, white claws gleaming.
	“Must be a recent escapee, doesn’t have much on him.” The red one spoke up, Balin noticing a crest of spikes running down it’s head as it turned slightly to speak to the green. The green glanced out the corner of his eye to the red, a frill running down his head.
	“Indeed. Not much to this one. Perhaps we should leave him choking on his own blood.”
	The orc tensed up as he balled his fists. Two with weapons against him barehanded. He didn’t want to try overpowering them, that would mean injury at least, but if they planned to kill him anyways, he wasn’t going down without fighting. The red one seemed to look him over before turning again to the green. This time, all Balin heard was strange sounds. A different language from the common place one he knew. The green one pondered the other’s words for a moment before responding. A quick nod before they both faced him again. The frilled one planted his blade into the soft dirt of the bank.
	“Alright orc, we won’t kill you as long as you do as we want.”
	“What would that entail?”
	A beckoning finger from the green, the red keeping his axe ready as Balin followed a bit from the spring side. After a couple of feet, the green lizard turned around, ordering the orc to spin. Curious but cautious, Balin complied. He saw the red one place the green’s sword against a tree as he left his axe and started towards him. Balin entertained the thought briefly about trying to get away before he felt a chiseled, scaly body against his back. He froze up and it was enough to ensnare him in the trap. Clawed fingers wrapped around his neck, lightly tapping his skin as he heard the green lizard hum lightly.
	“Don’t think of fighting.”
	Another hand of the green one started to slide over his chest, gripping one of his nipple rings and tugging on it. An unwanted gasp came from Balin as he felt himself stirring in his pants. He was beginning to think he knew what they wanted. It felt good to be teased anyways as the claws ran through his trail of hair before slipping into his trousers. A shudder ran through the orc as the lizard grabbed his thick meat before he felt another presence close to his front. The red one was right in front of Balin, a smirk on his snout as he reached out and tugged at the orc’s pants to fall on the ground. The hands grabbed his ass as soon as the trousers were in free fall, kneading and squeezing. It was turning Balin on even as he swallowed and worried that what they wanted was what he was thinking. When a clawed finger moved to trail between his fuzzy cheeks and push into his asshole, his body tensed on the digit as he understood exactly what was going to happen.
	“Damn, he’s tight as fuck. Likely virgin.” A displeased hiss came from the red one. “Bastard, you get to enjoy that. Can’t believe you talked me into taking his mouth.”
	Balin was nervous, if not scared. They wanted to fuck him. He’d never had another male inside of him before and now here he was, being forced into getting his cherry popped or being killed. Even though these two were bandits and cared nothing for him, Balin couldn’t help a spark of excitement and curiosity. He always wondered why guys loved when he fucked their asses raw, his thick pierced orc dick splitting them open before he blew his semen into them. The thought and the lizard’s grip stroking his shaft was enough to get him nearly fully aroused.
	As the red one pulled back, the orc was shoved forward and fell onto his hands and knees. It seemed the red one had taken his loincloth off and was holding the base of his length. The lizard was a bit larger than average, with nubs on the underside of the dick. It pressed against his cheek before the tip was on his lips.
	“I feel any teeth, I’ll tear off your ears.”
	The cock pushed forward into his mouth, Balin attempting to keep his teeth from the shaft slowly entering his front side. Half way in, the lizard stopped. A hiss from the red one issued forth as the orc flicked his tongue, pleased to know he could at least pleasure the bandit. A cool, thick liquid ran down between his ass cheeks, a shudder making it’s way up his spine. Slurping sounds came to Balin’s ears, even as the red lizard in front of him started to slide in and out of his mouth. The green one must be lubing up, the red enjoying himself as he sunk in deeper. Balin’s face was flushed, his dick throbbing as it slowly leaked his pre out, dripping off his piercing as well. It was soon after that the orc felt something hard press into his ass, slowly sliding to find his entrance. Oh, gods, he wasn’t ready, not fully!
	The two bandits seemed experienced in this as the red grabbed his head and forced nearly all of his dick into the orc’s mouth. Balin gagged, throat closing up as well as sputtering for air. The lizard hissed loudly before pulling back and shoving back in again, plated balls slapping the orc’s chin. Tears ran down Balin’s face at the repeated gagging he was forced to endure as the red lizard rammed into his throat. It was a bit of a distraction as the green lizard behind him started to apply pressure to his ass. Claws dug into his rump as he practically heard the cock puncture his cherry.
	Even though it was only the head, Balin’s rear started to burn, but it only intensified as the lizard bandit sunk deeper and deeper, nubs rubbing his enflamed innards. Balin felt like he was being split in two! The orc hadn’t been more turned on than that moment, even if this wasn’t an ideal first time. The green lizard man didn’t waste any time like his companion, already sliding most of his big dick out of the orc’s rump before pushing back in fast and hard. Balin choked on moans and grunts, force fed dick as the green lizard slammed into his ass more. He felt the balls of the lizard smack his ass, just like the red one’s on his chin. Balin’s ass was tugging on the green one’s dick as he felt his arousal burn deeper.
	A deep hiss before speech came through. “Fuck, you were right, he has to be virgin!”
	A grunt from above the orc’s head. “Was virgin.”
	The two chuckled lightly before redoubling their efforts on the poor orc. At this point, Balin had closed his eyes to focus more. He wasn’t gagging nearly as much as the red bandit’s length was shoved into his throat, even being able to taste the salty pre leaking onto his tongue and swallowing it down as he needed. The red lizard man hissed when the orc swallowed around the head, tongue grazing the nubs. Balin was squeezing on the shaft in his ass, the green one showing no mercy due to his inexperience. When said bandit shifted and rammed in, the orc would have let out a roar to match any demon’s battle cry if his mouth wasn’t full of cock. Whatever the green lizard man had done when he rammed in had made the orc’s entire body feel the electric current run through his system before centering at his dick. He let out a large spurt of pre at that moment, much to the amusement of the lizard men it seemed.
	“Hah hah, he-he’s enjoying this.” The red one was breathing heavily at this point, as was the green one.
	“G-go ahead orc, stroke your meat!”
	Balin wasn’t going to be told twice. He moved one arm to brace himself as he grabbed his own shaft and started to jack it in time to the two bandits fucking his virgin body. He was milking three dicks at this point, loving it too. Sure, he’d not do this all the time but he’d be open to the idea from now on! At this point, they were all tenser as bow strings, just waiting to snap. The red one broke first.
	It was with a cry of pleasure that the bandit shoved in once more and started spurting his load into the orc’s throat. Balin started to swallow the thick, creamy seed before the lizard started to pull back. A few shots were filled into his mouth before the red one drew back and stroked his dick, painting the orc’s face with white streaks. Balin kept some of the seed in his mouth, sampling it better as he enjoyed the warmth of the strings on his face. It wasn’t soon after, without realizing he’d sped up his hand, that the orc orgasmed himself. Gurgling the semen in his mouth, Balin tensed up as he shot his seed onto the earth below him, forming a puddle of his white essence. He enjoyed it even more as his ass couldn’t close around the dick still pounding into him. It wasn’t long before the green bandit hit his peak either. Another cry of pleasure before the lizard rammed home in the orc, rope after rope of batter filling the helpless orc’s rump. Balin continued to squeeze the lizard’s dick, enjoying the feeling of seed in his ass as well as seeping out. The orc did finally swallow the load in his mouth before he lost it on the ground from needing to breath hard.
	All three basked in the afterglow. Sooner than Balin would have liked, the green bandit withdrew his dick from the used ass of the orc. Balin felt seed leak from his abused hole and drip from his balls. The orc was content to just stay there in his doggy position. The two lizards moved in front of him, their loincloths over their shoulders as they grinned at Balin.
	“Seems you earned another day of life orc.” 
	“Enjoy it. Next time we meet, maybe we’ll grant you this choice again.”
	The two lizard men grabbed their weapons and took off, leaving Balin to himself. His jaw ached and his ass was sore as all hell, but he’d be lying if the orc said he didn’t wish the lizard bandits had stuck around to fuck around more. Oh well, Balin would just find others to fuck and now be fucked by. Though he’d need to try and find a group of sorts first!