Beneath the Gnolls

Dellan didn't know where he was when he woke up. He groggily looked around, struggling to recall the events of the last day. He felt a little chilly, and looked down at himself. His clothes were gone! He was only wearing a collar. Del covered himself in embarrassment and horror as the events of the last day came rushing back. He had been cast out from his home and kidnapped by brutal, horny gnolls! Del took in his surroundings, he was in a tent, a leash ran from his collar to a spike that had been hammered into the ground. There was a bedroll nearby, but out of reach of his leash. He tried yanking at it, but he couldn't get the spike to budge. Eventually, he settled down and contemplated his situation.

It didn't seem like the gnolls were going to eat him, at least for the moment. Del shivered as he remembered the events of the previous day, how his first ever cock had felt going down his throat. His petite pecker inadvertently hardened as he recalled the sensation. He didn't like it right? They had used him and violated him.

Del turned his mind to other matters, not wanting to think about how erotic he found the pungent musk of Haxx's balls. He wondered where his books had gone. He had three volumes of "Ranger Harper" in his bag when he had been taken. He wondered about his family, would they even miss him? Probably not if Dellan's sister was to be believed. Del's only real friends at the palace had been his books. He felt a familiar sinking feeling, like his life was over. Nobody was coming for him.

As Del was consumed by these thoughts, he saw a clawed hand pull open the tent flap. A tall, muscled gnoll proudly strode in, wearing nothing but a wrapping around her tits and a cloth between her legs. Del recognized the warchief, imposing and dominant, even without her armor. "Looks like you're finally awake," she growled. "Tell me, what's your name, slave? If you aren't too broken from your ravaging last night to remember that is."

"It's Dellan. Or Del. I'm a prince, so you should keep me. I'm sure you could ransom me" Del tried not to stare at Her massive, imposing form. He sat on the ground and pulled his legs close as she towered over him. No matter how much he tried to focus on the wall of the tent behind her, his eyes kept straying to the bulge in her loincloth.

"Del huh?" Haxx absentmindedly scratched her balls, causing Del to gasp as he caught a brief glimpse of the virile pair. "A weak name for a weak boy." She scoffed. "And a prince too? How could one as cowardly and small as you hope to lead your people?" She grabbed Del's leash and easily pulled the spike from the ground, drawing him up to his full height from the collar around his neck. She drew him close, pressing Del's soft chest against her fit, furred body. Del couldn't help it as he got a strong whiff of her sweaty scent; his petite cock hardened. her warm breath brushed against his ear as the warchief husked out, "You're a prince no longer. I own you now, and your only purpose for the rest of your life will be serving gnoll cock. We'll make you drink our cum, we'll stuff your face in our balls, and most of all." Del felt a spank on his rear. "I will take this virgin ass and break it."

She dropped Del to the ground, where he lay panting heavily. Fear coursed through him, but it didn't stop his weak hardon from embarrassing him by leaking precum at the submissive thrill. Back at the castle, Del had treated several of the servants poorly, ordering them around for the smallest tasks. "Maybe this is all I ever deserved," he said quietly. He didn't dislike the servants, he had just never considered how they felt, absentmindedly letting his life live itself.

Del was snapped out of his thoughts by a yank to the collar around his neck. "Stand up little slave, it's time to meet the warriors you'll be serving. If we're going to keep you around, you need to do more than just be a cumrag for our band." Del squinted a bit as he was led out of the tent by a leash, still nude except for the collar. It was morning. The sun filtered through the trees as Del observed the Gnoll's camp. They had found a clearing in the forest where their tents were set up. In the middle was a burnt out campfire with an empty roasting spit over it. There looked to be five tents in total, including the one Haxx had just led him out of.

Del recognized two gnolls from last night. They both had similar proportions to Haxx, with the same sandy fur covering them and hyena-like faces. A muscular gnoll with several gold rings piercing her nose, ears, and eyebrows, sat at the edge of the camp, sharpening a greatsword that appeared to be made of a single, carved beast bone, that was almost as tall as him. The other had a longer mane than the rest, black fur standing up in sharp spikes down her neck. She looked to be a bit slimmer than Haxx and the others, with lean muscle instead of the rippling physique Del had come to associate with their race. He also noticed she was sitting on a stump, flipping through the pages of one of his books, his pack nearby.

"Hey, that's mine," he blurted out before he could think. He tried to step closer only to have Haxx tighten her grip on his leash, pulling him back.

"Quiet pet. You own nothing. Gristle, come meet our new slave." The gnoll sharpening her sword looked over as the lean gnoll stood up, dropping the book on the ground.

"No" Del said weakly as he saw one of the few sources of comfort in his entire life treated so poorly.

"Slave, this is Gristle. She's our scout and navigator. I'm sure she'll love the chance to extract the whereabouts of nearby towns and such from you," Haxx said with a predatory smile.

"It's been so long since I've had to keep one of our victims alive," the spindly gnoll licked her lips. "I look forward to spending time with you, prey. I hope you're worth the effort of sparing."

"Can I have my books back at least? I promise I'll help you if you let me have them." Del desperately wanted to rush over and clean off the book that had landed in the dirt.

"Oh, you want this? Seems like mindless fantasy, no reason for me to hold on to it." She went over to the book, laying open on the ground. Del was sure it would be a bit damaged, but not beyond repair. He nodded eagerly, but his expression turned horrified as she dropped her loincloth. He saw the head of Gristle's cock peeking from her sheathe as she gave him a devilish smile, standing over one of his last hopes for comfort in the world. She let out a sigh as a thick, acrid stream of piss issued for the tip of her slowly emerging member.

"No, please!" Del struggled against Haxx's iron grip on his leash as Gristle cackled. He could do nothing but watch in agony as the strong deluge of yellow piss soaked into those cherished pages. All the while, Gristle stared at him, a terrible grin on her canine features. The stream shot with such force that pages that had been soaked through were torn and ripped. As she watched his hopes shatter, Gristle's canine cock reached full hardness, making the stream even more pressurized. The contents of Gristle's bladder saturated Del's thoughts with her scent. It was almost as if she was marking his mind itself, not just the ruined book, as her territory.

Eventually, the torture came to and end. Gristle finished relieving herself, shaking the last drops off her canine meat.. "You wanted your book right, slave?" Haxx spoke, releasing Del's leash. "Gristle's just written a bit of Gnoll culture into it for you, you can have it back now."

Del rushed over to the ruined thing, ignoring the towering Gnolls leering at him. Those pages had been with him for years, helping him through his youth, and now all he could do was stare at them as he kneeled there, trying to avoid the puddle of piss as he scanned the book for any pages that might be recoverable. Predictably, there were none.

"Mind if I use him real quick, Haxx? Breaking in new slaves always gets me excited." Del barely heard the question as he tried to tune out reality.

Something happened that he couldn't ignore though as Haxx pulled him up onto her lap by the leash. "Poor boy, you must have really liked that book." She dried his tears, almost tenderly with her fur. "Gristle has something that'll help you though. With some thick gnoll cock down your throat, you'll forget all about it."

It was then that Del noticed Gristle standing above where he sat on Haxx's lap. She used a thumb to angle her cock down so it was the same height as his mouth. "You had a couple more books in your bag. Maybe if you're a good slave, you'll earn a reward." Haxx whispered in his ear as she placed a hand on Del's jaw, coaxing his mouth to open. He hesitantly complied. He looked up at Gristle's eyes with hatred as she slid the tip of her dick over his lips. There was a faint taste of piss still on it, but mostly, he tasted the virile, musky taste that he remembered from last night.

"That's it, don't think. Just let her use you. It hurts to think, but it feels nice to suck." Del's mouth was too full of cock to refute Haxx's words as she whispered to him. Her fur did feel surprisingly nice against his naked back though. She was a little right, it did hurt to remember the book, and it was so much easier to just serve the cock working its way into his mouth... to trace his tongue along its firm, tasty head. Wait, that wasn't right. He didn't like the soft fur against him. He didn't like the way the delicious cock was slowly gliding into his mouth. Why didn't he like it again?

Del felt something hard between his legs, not just his cock. He hadn't had a chance to jerk off since he'd left the castle, and all the sexual situations had that traitorous part of him begging for attention. He felt Haxx's crotch against his ass as her shaft stuck up between Del's generous thighs, dwarfing his own, much smaller dick.

"Looks like that gnoll cock has you all excited, boy," Haxx's voice said in his ear. "You look like you're putting some effort in, so I'll reward you. There's much to be gained by being a good boy." Del felt Haxx's strong furred hand wrap itself around his cock, pressing it to hers. Del moaned girlishly as he serviced the shaft in his mouth

He knew he should be hating this, but he felt safe there in Haxx's lap. He was their territory, and they were marking him. The longer he sucked on the cock's head, the more it made sense. The virile shaft speared into his throat, it still felt raw and stretched from the last time he had sucked off one of the gnolls, but he didn't gag and obediently let it slide over his tongue. The warm fur against his back and Haxx's firm hand against his shaft made Del forget all about his misgivings. The cock in his mouth was the one that had just defiled his book, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Gristle put her hand on the back of Del's head and started to really fuck his face, shoving his lips all the way to the base of her dick. He sucked and kissed and swallowed around the dominant flesh, savoring the feeling of being used. Del knew he should hate his situation and that these Gnolls had killed his father's men, but all he could muster was a feeling of apathy. He was getting what he deserved for not doing anything with his life. Here, he finally had a purpose in life, as a sheath for thick gnoll cocks. Gristle growled and upped her pace, rutting Del's pretty lips. The feeling of it all, of being used was too much, Del came into Haxx's hand, moaning around the cock in his mouth.

"Let out all that weak seed, that's a good slave." Haxx purred in his ear as his shaft pulsed in her hand. Her breath was warm against the side of his face, it just added to the sensation of being incapable of doing anything. Del shivered all over as he dripped weak ropes over her fingers. He knew Gristle was close to a real orgasm, not like his weak load. Her balls were slapping his chin now, soon they would be shooting a load that dwarfed his into his mouth.

"If you want to be a good slave boy, you'll swallow." Gristle growled as she gave one last mighty thrust. He could feel her cock twitching in preparation for her orgasm. Instead of thrusting all the way down his throat like Haxx had though, Gristle pulled out, letting her cock head rest in Del's mouth as she panted and squeezed her knot with her hand. Dellan understood her intent right as his tongue swept over her dilated urethra. A thick wave of sludgy cum flowed into his mouth, bloating his cheeks out with the first shot. He hurriedly swallowed down as much as he could before another pulse emptied even more of the virile stuff. His taste buds were soaked in her bitter flavor. Del didn't know why he obeyed the order. He could have opened his mouth and let her seed pour out of his mouth instead of cramming it down his throat, but he swallowed the thick, virile stuff. He got as much as he could down his throat. He didn't know if he liked the taste or not, he wasn't in control of himself enough to decide a thing like that, but there was a satisfying feeling in milking her throbbing length into himself, one methodical slurp at a time. Haxx's hand petted his flexing throat, coaxing the thick load down.

Eventually, the stream of spunk slowed, the dick in Del's mouth letting out the last of its prodigious payload. He gave the slit one last lick to clean out the last of the cum, he didn't want to leave his job unfinished. Gristle pulled out and slumped down onto the log next to Haxx and Dellan. Del played with the last of her creamy virility on his tongue, almost as more of an idle habit than anything. He decided he didn't dislike the taste of it. He relaxed on Haxx's lap while she ran her hands through his hair. Del absently realized Gristle and Haxx were chatting.

"-Normally takes a few weeks of breaking them in for slaves to be that obedient. He said he was a prince?" Gristle was still breathing heavily from her intense orgasm as she spoke.

"Something tells me our new pet was waiting for someone to come along and take control of his life for him. Pretty little things aren't meant to make decisions and think. Isn't that right little pet? You don't want to do any thinking anymore right?"

Del wanted to agree with her. It would have been so easy, and all he had ever done was choose the easy option, but some part of him, something deeper wanted to do more than just be dominated. He had gotten his first taste of the outside world, and though it had been brutal and shameful, he had learned a valuable lesson about what it took to survive in the real world.

"No, I want to survive." His voice was full of a resolve he didn't know he had.

Gristle burst out in cackling laughter. "Aww, the cutie isn't quite broken yet. Here I thought you were just gonna be a mindless cumdump. Maybe you'll change your mind in a couple days."

Haxx however had a different reaction. She turned him to look at her face and said, "The weak don't survive out here." She just left it at that and stood up, pushing him off her lap. She seemed somber, like his proclamation had brought up some distant memory. She called out to the other gnoll by the edge of camp, "We're done with the fresh meat if you want a turn Skadi."

The muscle bound gnoll turned her head to shoot a look at Del then went back to sharpening her sword. "I only give my seed to those who earn it."

She called Del weak like the other gnolls had, just with different words. Normally, he would just be sad and take it, but here, his life was on the line. If he stayed weak, he knew he wouldn't last. Left to his own devices in the camp for the moment with no idea where he was, Del recalled what Ranger Harper had done when he was imprisoned, he trained.