Orgylandia

Ben, Sam, and Night lounged on one of the couches inside the Royal Hole gloryhole room, watching Servant Syrn be primed for his service. Syrn had disobeyed direct orders and ejaculated, meaning it was time for punishment. And what better way than to tie him up and allow anyone to use him... except, the lad would've enjoyed that a little too much.

Syrn liked being used, ignored, and left to his own devices to feel pleasure. So, in a room where people shoved themselves into holes, fucked until they came, and left, Syrn was in heaven. Which meant the punishment wasn't enough. Luckily, a certain perverted sex wizard departed with a dozen sex toys--one of which was perfect for events such as this.

The enchanted toy was a cock ring made of rubber. It wrapped around the base of Syrn's shaft and tightly squeezed his balls. Just from wearing it, it made him hard, but that was before its magical properties started. The manager overseeing the holes tightened the straps on his legs, locking him in place. She then touched the cock ring, activating the magic. A timer appeared above the lad. 1 hour was set, and it started ticking down.

"Ladies, gentlemen, princes, princesses, sex fiends, and gentle lovers," the woman announced causing all heads in the place to turn. Syrn was on all fours, and she slapped him on the ass. "We have something special tonight. For the next hour, the personal assent to the newest Sex Ambassador is free to use. Come one, come all, punish him for his greedy little cock and his lusty hunger."

The room cheered, and several people came over and got in line. First up was a harry man, who shoved his cock in Syrn's ass like it was a wet pussy. "God, boy pussy is the best," he sang, thrusting like crazy. "You're so tighhhht! I'm going to cummm!" he splurged and moved on.

That was when Syrn realized something was wrong. He looked between his legs, finding the cock ring. The magical enchantment stored his pleasure, meaning he'd only get hornyer and hornyer. He'd cum, but there would be no pleasure in it. He'd just be a leaky mess. He thrashed against his restraint, sending a panicked glance to Ben sitting across the way.

Ben smirked at the lad and stood. He strolled across the room, and bypassed Syrn's growing line. A woman with a magic cock was fucking him, she was a beastling and used her fluffy tail to tickle his balls. Syrn, of course, didn't feel this and only could writher in his own imagination.

"Something wrong, Syrn?" Ben asked, leaning against the wall the lad was bound to.

"Please, sir, turn off the toy! I need to feel this! I'm sorry I came without permission, but the prince just felt too good not to cum!"

Ben chuckled softly as the woman shot her load into his ass. "Nope. Next time don't disobey my orders and you won't be punished."

"Please?" Syrn begged.

"I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for you. Just think about it, all these people are going to use you for the next hour. They're going to ignore your own needs just to get off on their own."

"Ignore..." the word came out as meek.

"Yup, and once you've satisfied all of them, I'll turn that cock ring off and you'll get to fuck your toy and use up all the pleasure its stored. The more people who fuck you now, the better your orgasm will be in an hour."

Syrn's eyes were wide. He tried to nod, but the man next in line slid his cock in. "Such a tight little slut! Next time you listen to your daddy!" Syrn lurched from the hugeness of it, his ass getting stretched wide.

"1 hour," Ben reminded. "Talk to you later." And with that, the sex ambassador departed and returned to the couch... where he found the succubus Night and the human Sam fucking.

Sam, with her magical cock, pounded the gray woman's tight, succulent pussy, while she fucked Sam with her flared tail. The pair moaned and groaned, drawing a crowd. A few people watched and masturbated to them, shooting ropes of cum over their feet, thighs, and asses.

"Yessss!" Night sang. "Cum on me! All of you, cum on meee!"

Ben sighed and started jerking off. The night had been amazing, and who was he to not give the succubus what she wanted. He jizzed on her face, before shoving his cock down her throat. She gagged on it but never tried to pull away. Between his cum and her spit, her throat was good and lubed.

"Ben you're such a freak!" Sam screamed, a bystander cumming onto her pretty little toes. She shuddered from the warmth. "I'm so glad I met you!"

He leaned over Night and took Sam's lips. "Me too."

They continued like this for several minutes until a commotion sounded from the edge of the room. The prince unhitched himself from his service hole, and a young woman quickly wrapped him in a warm robe.

"Is that him?" Ben asked.

"The guy who made Syrn cum, yeah," Sam replied. "Just a heads up, he's not actually Princess Raine's brother. The royals aren't blood related and are titles given to the best lays in the kingdom."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Raine's one of the best fucks in the kingdom?"

"Indeed. They hold a competition at the end of the year. What you saw at the orgy was nothing compared to what she can do alone."

They watched the prince crane and stretch, looking over the gloryhole room like an owl searching for dinner. His ass dripped cum as he moved around, his ten-inch cock curved slight up. He had short hair, and lusty, shimmering eyes.

"Prince Storem is famous in the Royal Hole," Night said in between wild moans. "He never cums during his service time and picks one hole to use after. It's an amazing honor for him to choose you, and I know a lot of sluts who only work here during the times he does just for the chance."

"Hey, less talking, more sucking," Ben said with a smirk, shoving his cock in her mouth. She rolled her eyes but did as told... except she slid her tail out of Sam's pussy and inched her way toward his ass. Ben watched her do it, but didn't stop her. Soon enough, she was fucking his ass and he was loving every second of it.

The prince continued to walk around the room, inspecting every hole he could possibly shove himself into. But he stopped when his servant whispered something in his ear. He turned, locked eyes with Ben, and strutted over.

"Sex Ambassador Ben?" he asked, studying the stud, his succubus throat-pussy, and his slutty cock-powered liaison.

"Prince Storem, I was just being told about you. Hope you enjoyed your time as a hole," Ben replied, cupping Night's face and pulling her down his cock. "Would you be interested in using her? She has a thing for cum."

Night blushed, but the prince shook his head. "As I understand, you're fresh in this world. How are you liking it so far?"

"It's great! I have a wonderful liaison and a fun servant. I couldn't have asked for a better team..." Ben cut himself off as she came down her throat. When his orgasm slowed, he added, "And I have a few prospecting members for my harem."

The prince smiled, took a step over, and shoved a finger in Night's ass. Sam continued to fuck her pussy, but the way Storem made her twitch, everyone understood. The prince was a pro, an actual sex Demon. His finger turned to two, and soon Night shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. Storem pulled his fingers out, each glowing neon blue. He licked them clean.

"Was that a spell?" Ben asked.

"A simple pleasure multiplier," the prince waved off. "But enough about simple things. I heard Princess Raine gave you something."

"Gave me..." Ben paused. "Oh, you mean Syrn, my servant."

"Indeed. He was Raine's servant before transferring to you. Is he to your liking?"

Ben chuckled. "Yes, very much. I like toying with him and seeing his bashfulness. He's right over there, actually." He pointed to the longest line in the room. Forty-five minutes counted down above him. "Punishment for disobeying."

"Disobeying what?" the prince assed.

"I told him he wasn't allowed to cum, and he had been a good boy...until he fucked you. He came like a dog."

The prince licked his lips. "Is that so."

"You want to fuck him?" Ben nodded toward the man's hard cock. "I think that'd make him go crazy. He has a thing for royals, you see."

"Most do." Storem lifted his chin and looked around them room. But his gaze kept falling on Syrn. He then sighed, threw off his robe, and walked over.

Ben pulled out of Night's mouth and said, "I've got to see this."

"Me too!" Sam yelped.

Night nodded and got up as well.

Storem bypassed the line but waited for the person currently fucking Syrn to finish before reaching out and touching the tied-up lad. "I heard you disobeyed your boss and came while fucking me," he purred. "I'm flattered."

Syrn gasped and looked through the gap in the wall. "Prince Storem!?"

"The very same." He touched the lad's cheek, slowly rubbing his hand down his thigh. Syrn was caked in cum and juices, but the prince didn't mind. He leaned forward and gave his hole a lick--but paused from the lack of reaction. "Does my touch not cause you to tremble?"

Ben leaned against the wall. "We put a cock ring toy on him. He can't feel a thing."

"Oh?" Storem reached around and felt Syrn's member. "Torturous for a place like this."

"Well, when you've been a bad boy, you get punished." Syrn shuddered under Ben's words. "And besides, he loves it. Just look at how happy he is."

The prince looked and did indeed like what he saw. Syrn was a mess of sweat and emotions. Anxiety was at the forefront, but unadulterated pleasure knocked in his mind. He had another forty minutes of this hell, and he'd finally get a sweet, sweet release.

"Turn on hellfire," Ben commanded.

Syrn gasped but did as told. He felt the vibrations and the exquisite burn, but the feelings didn't do anything except tease what pleasure he could be having right now. "Please?" he asked quietly.

"Not a chance. And look, you've gained the interest of a prince! Just think about this: Raine's going to hear about this and likely think about how much of a slobbering mess you're right now." Ben leaned in level with Syrn's head just as Storem pushed his cock in Syrn's ass. "I bet Raine will masturbate thinking of how slutty her former servant is, and she'll imagine all the things she'll do to you when we all meet up again."

Syrn's cock grew harder, his asshole tighter. There was no pleasure, but the images in his mind turned hotter. Ben noticed his expression change and continued to talk.

"Can you imagine it, Syrn? Me fucking Raine while you watch in the corner unable to jerk yourself off. Because from now on, I'm making another new rule. When we're in the presence of a royal, you cannot pleasure yourself--toy or not. You'll have to sit there and think about all the pleasure you could be having but aren't."

Syrn withered, and the prince plowed his ass, slapping and spitting on it. Ben continued. "The only way you get to cum will be if the royal directly tells you if you can or not. But why would they? You're just a lowly servant, my plaything the Crown offered me to do whatever I wanted to."

Syrn whimpered, his eyes blazing with arousal.

"And if for some reason you do get to cum, I'll make sure it is the worst, ruined, blue balled orgasm of your life. You will never feel pleasure in the presence of a royal again, and you will become a center piece of conversation between them and me. We'll talk about how close we can get you without pushing you over the edge. We'll play games with each other, using you as our task. If I win, I'll allow you to fuck your toy. But if they win, and who am I kidding, they will, they'll likely take you from me and keep you around them at all times, unable to cum, unable to jerk off."

Prince Storem groaned, yanking Syrn's ass toward him. He came, an entire shift's worth of cum emptying from his balls. He savagely fucked the last of his cum out of himself, Syrn nothing but a cumdumb. He leaned across the lad's back and whispered, "Ben's right about us royals. The moment they find you about you, they'll want to humiliate you as much as possible. You better get used to it, because you'll never come in my presence ever again." Syrn gravely nodded, shaking.

The prince's aid handed him his robes and Storem got dressed. Before departing, he turned to Ben. "Well, I can't say that was my best orgasm. But it was sure fun."

"Yeah, Syrn's a good boy," Ben said.

"That he is." He leaned close. "Make sure you reward him."

"I will."

"Good. Have your liaison reached out in a week or so. I'd love to have lunch and talk about your future life here."

Ben watched him go and turned back to Syrn. "You hear that? The prince and I are going to become friends--which means you'll be around him a lot." Ben paused as another came up behind Syrn and started fucking him. "And by the way, he just left, so you can cum if you want. There are no royals around to break my rules."

A loose, wet groan escaped Syrn's lips. He dry humped the air, his balls and cock shuddering. Cum came out, but there was no pleasure to it, just primal fury.

Ben laughed and said, "Another thirty five minutes! Can you believe it! Talk to you later, Syrn." He departed the young lad, his rock raging. He looked for Night and Sam, finding them entertaining a gaggle of guys and gals. Instead of joining, Ben got in line for a fresh slut just starting her shift.

He had time to kill, and boy was he going to use it. As he fucked a dozen pussies and asses, he thought of more ways to get Syrn off--he owned the lad a lot.

***

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" The countdown hit zero and the room erupted into cheers. People kissed one another like it was new year's, others busted a load deep inside their chosen holes, and three individuals stood lustily around a raw, used male pussy.

"Well, Syrn, you did it," Ben said. "Congratulations."

Sam unhooked his legs and released the lad from his restraints. She leaned down, eyeing his ragged, messy form. She then kissed him on the lips. "You are so fuck hot; you know that?"

Syrn distantly nodded, his hand falling to his hard cock. He went straight for the enchanted ring, but his boss' voice stopped him.

"Syrn, I have an offer for you," Ben said. The servant looked up. "To be honest, I wasn't quite aware how much pleasure I'd get from seeing you used. So, I'm willing to up the stakes of tonight."

"Oh, lay off the poor thing, look at his hips!" Night chided, pointing out how Syrn was opening humping the air.

Ben nodded in agreement. "He can say 'no' if he wants. He can always so 'no.'"

Syrn swallowed. "What's the offer?"

The sex ambassador smiled wildly. "If you can be a hole for another hour, I'll take the cock ring off and jerk you myself."

Sam gasped. "I'd pay to see that."

Night quirked an eyebrow. "That doesn't seem worth it to--"

"Ben's never touched a cock before."

"Oh." The succubus looked between the servant and boss. "Ohhhh fuck. That's tough. Another hour of torture for something so sweet?"

Syrn looked around the room, a bit panicked, before focusing on Ben. "You mean it?"

"Yeah," he said. "Fuck, I might even use my mouth. But, before you decide, Sam, why don't you be a dear and remove the ring."

She frowned. "But that would enable his pleasure--oh."

"If Syrn can endure the pleasure and tell me that he wants the ring put back on, I'll suck him off after another hour of hole service. A simple deal, no?"

"Simple?" Night laughed. "It's downright devious!"

"Well, there you have it. Syrn whatda say?"

Syrn breathed heavily. His ass was a mess with cum, juice, and spit. His prostate felt raw and on fire. His throat was tired from all his moaning and screaming. His hips were sore from his dry humping. And, maybe most importantly, he was humiliated beyond belief... which only made him harder.

"No deal," Syrn said, his words as meek as a kitten. "I need to release now."

Ben nodded as if he expected the answer. "Sam?"

She leaned over and hit the safety release on the cock ring. A spurt of cum instantly rocketed out, splattering the liaison. "Ah man! I just took a shower!"

With a husky voice, Night said, "I don't mid licking it off you."

"W-where's the toy?" Syrn asked, more like demanded.

Ben put his finger to his chin. "Now where did I put it... Oh! I remember! It's outside."

"O-outside?"

"Yeah, we figured the Royal Hole was getting rather cramped and decided some fresh air would be best for you. What was the courtyard called again?"

Sam answered, "The Moonlight Yard, by Chef de Aroma."

"T-the restaurant?" Syrn asked.

"Yup. You're going to fuck your toy in front of the entire restaurant. Can you image the show you'll be putting on?"

Syrn bolted out the door, naked and dripping cum. He sprinted through the dungeon hallways and out onto the castle's lawn. The others followed. He found his sex toy in the center of a grassy section of the courtyard. Hundreds of eyes tracked him as he streaked naked across the yard, a dozen large windows opening into the restaurant.

Public sex was weird in this world. Simultaneously acceptable and not, some places were meant to be quiet and subdued from the grunts and moans of sex. The castle's only restaurant just so happened to be such a place. So, when a naked twink with a dick stretched and hardened to its absolute limits ran into frame, the people eating dinner watched.

Ben slowled his pace and watched as his servant finally got his release. He didn't fuck the toy, he didn't even get fully in. The moment his tip met the fake rubber pussy, the dam inside him burst. Syrn came like a fucking volcano for a minute straight and when he finally came down enough to move his hips, he came again after three pumps.

"Fuckk!" Syrn shouted. "Fuckkkkkkk!" He groaned like an ape, drawing more than just eyes from the restaurant. Someone threw him a gold coin. Then another. And another. They were tipping him, only adding to his sheer embarrassment.

Ben crouched down beside him. "Did you learn your lesson?"

Syrn's cute face had devolved. His skin was the color of crimson, his hair wet with sweat. His muscles were strained, caught firm and budged. Veins beat, and the tendons in his neck looked like they were made of chiseled marble. He was a lean, skinny guy with a massive cock. But with all the cum in his ass, he was nothing more than a toy in that moment. Ben's toy.

"I did, sir."

"Good," Ben said. "Now are you ready for your reward? Make sure you thank Prince Storem for this, because I wasn't going to reward you, but he insisted."

Syrn nodded sluggishly. His cock was still buried in his tow, the thing leaking his cum. Ben gently pushed him back, unearthing the greedy member that got him into this mess. It was engorged, deep red with blood, and pulsating from orgasmic throes. He and no more cum to give, his balls completely tapped.

"Now, I'm only offering this reward right now. And, if you don't give me what I want, then I will never offer it again, okay?"

Syrn wobbled. "What do you want?"

"I want you to cum one more time." Ben reached down and wrapped his fingers around the thick cock. He stroked slowly, incredibly slowly, feeling its warmth and memorizing the gesture. He'd never jerked anyone else off before, but now he was thinking he might--it was kind of fun. Or maybe it was just Syrn who was fun.

"I don't think I can!" Syrn cried, his face contorting from the, well, pain.

Ben knew the pain well. He was a teenager once and jerked off a dozen times in a day before. At a certain point, pleasure just wasn't so pleasurable. But he also knew a guy could always come more--especially with some incentive.

"I want you to cum for me," Ben whispered into his ear. "Just one more time and you'll be done. Can you do that, Syrn? Can you do it for me?"

Syrn's words didn't make it out his throat. They hitched and hummed, groaning out into an orgasmic explosion. He came, but only a dribble of cum came out. His body on the other hand? He flexed and bent, flopping onto his back and thrashing around. He screamed and screamed, Ben never letting go.