[b][u][center]Standards for His Assistant 
Chapter 4: Rescuing the Assistant
For Taiko
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Having the human so eager to service him was not entirely unfamiliar. His harem, while dulled of their wits and frequently having a difficult time holding any sort of conversation, had always been eager to give his cock, as well as the rest of his body, the attention that it deserved. He had been sucked by dragons all the way to the base of his cock, had his balls worshiped, been rimmed while fucking another dragon up the ass. All of that and more had been part of the regular day to day experience for the older orc. 

However, there was something to having just [i]one[/i] person pushing themselves so hard for his sake that made it all the better here. That, and the size difference, he supposed.

Bruha chuckled as he looked down at the smaller human, beard wagging as he shook his head at the show below him. The dark-skinned man had his hands rubbing up and down the orc’s thighs, his eyes closed tight as he bobbed his head up and down along the thick shaft he’d been presented with. 

“Mmph, yeah…take it down to the base, Darren.”

The human did just that, thrusting his head forward. The size of the bulge that filled out his neck was as striking as was the fact that the human managed to take the whole thing. 

“Mmmph…mmm…”

The orc growled deep in his throat at the feeling, appreciating it with a nod of his head as he leaned back against his bed. The human pursued him down, wrapping his arms around the orc’s legs, pulling him close as if he didn’t want him to get away.

[i]Mmmph, that’s what a good cocksucker does…[/i] He smiled, feeling the bells on his nipples flip over as he got more comfortable, getting himself situated with the human between his legs in a way that he hadn’t had the chance to do for far too long. 

Dragons, after all, were rather large creatures. They were always bigger than one expected, and their thick hips would often press his out to the side, holding his legs spread if he tried laying down while they were worshiping him. It got rather uncomfortable, so he often stood up, taking them, face-fucking them so that they were in a better position to just do what they were supposed to do.

This was different. Feeling Darren pulling back, feeling the human’s tongue flicking along the sides of his cock, feeling his lips and nose nudging against his big green balls: it all made him shiver, pant, groan in complete bliss. 

He rolled his hips upwards, grinding his sac against the human’s face, and Darren groaned in return. Those lips parted, kissing, sucking, trying to pull his balls forward – 

“Heh, you that hungry for master’s body?” he asked. 

“Mmmph…I live to serve, Master Bruha. I want you to be happy.”

He shivered, feeling something there. Something different from what he was used to. Something that he wasn’t sure if he liked or not. 

The orc rolled over in his bed, pulling his cock and balls free, and slowly pulled himself up to a kneeling position. As expected, with no easy way to get at the orc’s cock and balls, Darren stopped, staying on all fours as he looked up. 

[i]The things I could do with you…[/i]

More than once, Bruha had experimented with altering others, changing their bodies to make them an ideal for him in the harem. Not to the degree that Carlone did, but enough that he and his younger family member could bond over it when they talked to each other. He had increased muscles, made cocks bigger, asses tighter. He had even gone so far as to enhance dragon traits in some of his harem members, giving them bigger wings, longer tails, making them more and more themselves rather than the humanoid creatures that some of that genetic bloodline had become. 

But he had never been so tempted as to turn someone from one species into another as he was right then and there. 

[i]He would make a good dragon,[/i] he thought as he looked Darren over. [i]At least, then, it’d make some sense for him to turn me on so much.[/i]

However, that power was out of his reach, something that he had no idea how to do, and it wasn’t a good time to start now. Instead, he gripped his cock at the base, panting softly. 

“Turn around. Show me your ass. Show me how you’ve been training yourself.”

“Yes, Master.”

The human, of course, did as he was told, rolling his hips around and facing away. That lovely, black-coffee-colored backside was pressed back to him, and the cheeks spread as Darren gripped them hard, pulling them apart. 

Just as expected, the wooden dildo that he’d rammed in there was still there. The hole itself was puckered, twitching, begging around the thick, fake shaft. There was no question that the human had been conditioned as was proper. 

Bruha smiled as he ran his finger around the base of the plug, looking over the human’s body. It was more than just anal training that the fake dick had done, too. The rest of the body had been conditioned, enhanced. Little bits of muscle growth in the arms and back and shoulders, little thickenings in the ass and the hips. Not enough to really make Darren question himself, but enough to make him that much more desirable to the eyes. 

And certainly, a great deal easier to hold onto for the act that they were about to commit. 

The orc gripped the base of the plug, giving it a slow tug. Darren immediately gasped, arching his back, the human’s eyes going wide as he was suddenly spread from behind. Bruha chuckled, pulling, tugging, dragging at the toy. 

It was an old-style plug, made completely of wood but highly polished so that splinters were never a concern. The construction of it kept it nice and slippery, but the thickness was a powerful factor. He smirked as he dragged it back, watching the human’s asshole clinging to it, watching it stretch. He pushed it back, not quite letting it pop out, giving Darren a moment or two to catch his breath before tugging again. 

Out, stretch, in. Out, stretch, in. Out, streeeetch – 

POP!

Darren’s little whimpers are almost as cute as the way that his asshole popped out a bit, the rim pushed outwards and left gaping as the toy came free. Bruha stared into the opening that he’d trained, that he’d created, and his cock immediately started twitching again, begging to be sheathed inside.

[i]He should be just about stretched enough,[/i] he thought, moving forward and slapping the head of his shaft against the twitching rim. [i]Yes, should be just about large enough for me to fit inside without causing any damage…[/i]

Though the ‘should’ was definitely the right word. He was a very well-endowed orc, and the fact that he was so much taller than Darren probably played into the whole thing, as well. That said, he might have been kinder at one point, but at this particular moment, his cock was aching, he was horny…

And quite honestly, he needed some relief from all the worries and stresses and strains that he’d been going through since finding the human in the first place. 

“Are you ready, assistant?” he managed to grunt. 

“I’m…I’m ready.”

“Good. Because I’m not waiting any longer.”

Bruha yanked the human back, and groaned in pure pleasure as he felt his cock pop past that waiting hole and fill up that rump. The dark skin pressed back against his own green hue, and he moaned under his breath as he started moving almost by instinct, his hips already twitching back and forth and fucking his cock deeper into that eager little hole. 

Eager. It was twitching around him, for sure, and the inner walls were clamping down. Bruha would call that eager, particularly when Darren wasn’t exactly complaining. There were no words coming out, just huffs and puffs for breath, as if the human was unable to talk from how good it felt. 

It was a compliment to his ego. He hadn’t lost it. 

Smirking, Bruha pulled back a bit further, watching as the human’s hole clung to his cock, following it out a little bit in a tight stretch. The pinker flesh there was all the more enticing, a way to stare at the sexy stuff without having to disfigure him. Oh, the tightness, oh the heat. 

Bruha groaned as he slammed back in, feeling the jiggle against him as he hilted with that twitching asshole, feeling it clutching around him, feeling everything squeezing down on his cock and pulling him deeper. His balls rested against the human’s pair, already trying to pull up. 

Feeling the evidence of the human’s need only made him feel better about what he was doing. Obviously, this human needed to be owned by an orc, fucked regularly by one. Obviously, he needed to be taught and protected and loved by one. In and out, in and out, in and out his cock went, training that hole even more thoroughly than the toy had done, fucking, filling, stretching it the way that it needed to be. 

It didn’t take long before Darren shot his first load over the cushions and bedsheets, and Bruha growled deep in his throat as he felt that sudden clench over his cock. 

“Mmm, you like it that much?”

“Your cock…so big…sir…”

“It’s not done yet. Not even close.”

For all the tightness that he was enjoying, he knew that there were skills that Darren could still learn. How to push back, how to tighten up and release at the right times, how to put that hole to its fullest use. He knew that the dragons he found could teach the human, make him even better at what he did. Hell, he already had plans of making Darren fuck the other dragons to help keep them in line, to learn from using them how to be better. 

The image of the human topping the dragons, putting them in their place under orc and man, was a hot enough thought that his cock actually jumped inside of his assistant. If it wasn’t for the fact that he planned on holding out for as long as possible, he might have kept imagining it. 

As it was, he wanted to milk his human, milk Darren hard enough that the black man had empty balls by the time that they were done. He wanted to feel them shrink, pulling up further and further as they went through their session, feel those empty balls pressing against his full ones. 

And so, he went at it. Hard. 

They both started sweating in short order as the orc took the human from behind, doggy-style, rutting him and fucking him hard. The feeling of that pucker loosening, of Darren slowly becoming accustomed to his size, didn’t make it less good for him. On the contrary; training that ass to be loose enough to take him easily, to be ready for him at all times, only made Bruha that much more excited. He was exerting his dominance over the human without even trying. 

In and out, in and out, another orgasm milked from the smaller man, another sudden squeeze and pulse around his cock. Bruha growled, his tusks showing more than usual as he leaned back, pulling the human along with his hands around those dark hips. 

“Yeah…take it…take it…take it and learn…learn where you belong.”

“Yes, master. Oh god, thank you master…”

The human’s hips were starting to move on their own, the lessons apparently starting to sink in. Bruha smirked as he felt the slow pushes back become quicker, the little twitches of the human’s asshole becoming more regular, more consistent, more consciously chosen. He could feel the lessons sinking in, knowing that the human was choosing to pleasure him properly rather than just let him take him. 

Eventually, Bruha pulled his arms back, crossing them over his chest as Darren started fucking himself, thrusting his hips back and riding the orc’s cock like it was his favorite sex toy in the world. The way that the human moaned, the way he panted, the way he shivered. It was all adding to the orc’s enjoyment. 

“That’s it. Ride it. Fuck yourself on it. This is your way to serve me.”

“My way…to serve…you.”

“It’s more efficient when you do it, isn’t it?”

“Much…much more efficient, Master.”

And so it was. Better than when Bruha was just jerking off, that was for sure. He smirked, even as he groaned at the feeling of that hot ass swallowing his cock up again and again, the way that Darren was gradually learning how to serve him. 

Another squeeze, another orgasm, and this one was quieter than the others, spurting less onto the bed. 

“Heh, are you shooting blanks yet?”

“Not…not yet…”

“You will. Soon.”

He’d bet that this was part of the addiction to serving orcs, now that he thought about it. The fetish for orcs that he had put in the human’s mind had to express itself somehow, and this seemed to be the way that it was going for. A hair trigger for orc service. A need for them that he wouldn’t have for others. 

In and out, in and out, that hole swallowing his cock again and again, pulling it into the depths and then pushing it back out. Bruha could feel the smoother and smoother crotch of the human’s emptying balls against his own, and the fact that he was still able to outlast someone younger, tighter, probably healthier than him only turned him on more. 

Feeling like the biggest, best orc in the city, he growled, grunted, humped forward, meeting the human’s rocking hips. The soft gasp from below was the only thing he heard, but he felt yet another orgasm. No sound of splutting, though. No sound of spraying. 

He had just emptied the human’s balls. 

Grinning widely, he picked up the pace, humping away, ramming himself in as deep as his cock would go. Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out. He could feel the twitching rim, see it, watched as that loosening pucker tried to keep hold of him and completely failed. 

In and out, in and out…

And in. 

Bruha groaned, leaning forward and grabbing the human’s shoulders, pushing Darren down into the bed as he came. The sudden heat from below, the need that had been building up all day, came shooting down his cock. He might have cum several times before from oral and other things, but this was the first time that he had been able to blow down the human’s ass. 

And it was glorious. 

The orc leaned his head back, panting as his cock throbbed harder, spilling shot after shot after shot of hot cum down that hole. He moaned, feeling the pleasure of his afterglow already surging up, flowing up around him, even as he felt his seed oozing back out of that hole down onto his cock and balls. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he fell back. 

“Massage…massage me,” he grunted, his head spinning slightly. 

As Darren slid off the bed, taking one of the orc’s feet into his hands and starting up a massage, Bruha felt the room spinning around him. It was a massive boost to his ego to have taken the human that hard, and the feeling of pleasure that came with it was nearly enough to sweep him off his feet. 

[i]He took that well,[/i] he thought. [i]He’s as good as an orc for taking me so hard and so well, and still being able to continue…[/i]

He looked down at Darren again, shaking his head in amazement at the human’s capabilities. The more that he saw, the more he wondered if the human had some other sort of ancestor in his bloodline, some sort of dragon or other creature that was giving him all this…stuff. It would explain something, he imagined, if only he could figure out what. 

[i]You’re better than a dragon…well worth keeping around…[/i]

Yet at the same time, he wanted to see Darren [i]as[/i] a dragon in some ways, wanting to see what it would be like to have the human so…different. So enhanced. So – 

BOOM!

The sudden explosion knocked him right out of his afterglow, sending him lurching upright. 

“What the hell?!”

“Master?”

“Get down. Under the bed.”

Bruha stood up, already grabbing for the crystals that he had left. Not many, half a dozen in his beard and the other half dozen elsewhere in the burrow. It should be enough, though; anyone forcing their way down from the surface had to go through the main corridor, and Darren had trapped that properly. As long as – 

BOOM!

Another explosion, this one much closer. His eyes went wide as he saw the dust falling down in the tunnel that led out of his bedroom. 

“…Fuck.”

BOOM!

This time, the explosion shattered the roof right at the end of the tunnel, rocks and dirt and more coming down. The edges of the new ‘tunnel’ to the surface were hard, blasted hot and solid by something impossibly fiery, and through it…

Came a snow leopard. 

The gray-suited male landed on polished shoes, and was in the process of dusting his shoulders off after landing when the dust and smoke cleared. He wore gloves, but the gloves were open at the palm, showing runes that the orc recognized. 

Explosive runes. 

Despite the situation, Bruha was as annoyed as he could be, and he stomped forward. 

“You better have a damn good reason for breaking into my home, cat. I made this place specifically to not be bothered by anyone I didn’t want to be bothered by. If you think that you can just barge in –”

“You, orc, are not one that has cause to complain. Not yet, at least.”

Seeing the feline talk so calmly after blowing a hole in his home told the orc everything that he needed to know. This cat wasn’t just on a retrieval mission. He was here to make a point. A big point. 

Well, Bruha could deal with that. 

He squeezed one of the crystals he had, then punched the air. The rock beneath the feline rose, slamming up in four thick walls of stone, connecting the floor to ceiling. 

Even as the orc threw the crystal away, getting another one, a hole was blown through the rock, the feline’s palm glowing through the smoke as he stepped through. 

“Do not bother. I can break out of anything you put around me.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“Try me. But every time I break through, the…consequences…for you only grow.”

“Hmmph. I doubt you’re that good.”

“I found you. That should tell you something.”

Unfortunately, it did, and it told him that this was not going to go well for him if he didn’t finish this in four moves. Four spells to try and pin the cat, one to zonk him out. If he didn’t get that – 

There was a blur, and suddenly the snow leopard was right in his face. Bruha’s reactions wouldn’t have been enough on their own, but with a crystal in hand – 

Thwip. 

He disappeared, appearing behind his attacker. The quick-teleport spell was useless without a place for him to reappear, but in his home, he had it. It had cost him another crystal, though. 

[i]Four moves to three.[/i]

Grunting, the orc grabbed for the invader, only to end up clutching air. The cat had jumped, leaping from the ground up, and his outstretched hand was caught. The feline’s shoes landed on his shoulder, leaving him staring at the cat’s upside-down face. 

“I will hurt you. Stop.”

“What do you want?”

“Darren.”

“…I should have guessed. You think you can just take him back after all the abuse you put him through?”

“Do you think that the opinion of a kidnapper carries any weight with me?”

“RAGH!”

Bruha threw himself forward like one of his orcish ancestors, and the cat went with him. They hit the floor together, rolling forward, the orc’s greater weight slamming down on the snow leopard from above. Throwing himself to the side afterwards, he swung his leg out, intending to crush one of the feline’s lungs under his heel. 

The cat caught him at the ankle, stopping him and holding him with surprising strength. 

“I have told you once. If you don’t stop, I will hurt you. And I will not tell you a third time.”

Somehow, the snow leopard’s voice had gotten calmer. Not colder, not cooler, not in any way more chilling, but calmer. Like the tension in him was fading away. 

For someone that had his ankle in a grip where it could be broken, he didn’t like the implications. 

Bruha grabbed for his beard again, but before he could get a crystal, the snow leopard grabbed for the base of it, squeezing hard. There was a sudden pulse of energy – 

FWOOSH!

Tink-tink-tink. 

The three remaining crystals hit the floor, as did the ash of what had been his beard. The orc stared straight ahead, his eyes wide as he fumbled around for facial hair that no longer existed – 

“This is over.”

And as he stared into those eyes, he felt it. He felt the same pressure that he had seen and experienced in Darren’s memory, the mental power that came from the twisting, painfully spiraling eyes. They pulled like a vacuum, sucking his thoughts and will out of his skull, and he could [i]fee[/i] it sliding out through his pupils. 

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

There was no way that he could fight physically anymore, not with this assault. The orc groaned, summoning all the willpower that he had built up over the years. The determination to never be swayed, the stubbornness to never change, the utter blockheaded nature that had pushed him to follow the same pattern for decades of his life. 

He pulled at it, and it was still not enough to stop it. Enough to slow the drain, but not enough to stop it. 

Grunting, gasping, the orc felt himself being pulled forward, the hand that had been in his beard now around his neck. The snow leopard had moved, forcing him to his knees. 

“I…want…to hurt you,” the feline said. “I want to hurt you for taking my assistant. My human. My…” 

The eyes stopped spinning for a split second. Not enough to stop the drain, but enough to give Bruha a moment of thought. A moment to see something. 

A moment to realize that the human did matter to his old master. 

“It doesn’t matter. You stole him…and I will hear why. Fall. Into. Obedience.”

The snow leopard’s eyes started turning again, and Bruha was fighting to keep his mind. It was a losing fight, one that dragged him further and further down. 

His pride was the first to go, stripped away from him and thrown to the floor between them. Pressure in his mind forced his cock hard as he went to his knees, a humiliation that opened more doors through his mind. 

Then went his anger, the fury that burned through his skull taken and quenched in the darkness of the snow leopard’s eyes. Without the rage to keep him fighting, it was harder to hold back. 

Then went his stubbornness. 

Then went his fear. 

And then, with nothing left, came the orcish urge to obey the strong. 

#

Kai Lee shook his head as he finally let go of the orc’s neck, looking down at his palm. The tattoo along his palm was shimmering, the energy within waiting to be released. 

“…No.” He clenched his hand into a fist, let out a breath. “No.”

When he opened his hand again, the energy had faded, leaving nothing behind. Just the tattoo itself. He shook his head, the effort required to take off his combat gloves and put on normal ones significantly more than he’d have liked. 

[i]I am not killing anyone today.[/i]

The urge had been there. The anger certainly had been, stronger than he had expected and quite a bit more persuasive than he was used to. Someone had taken someone valuable from him. As a result, he was allowed to take something valuable from them in return. 

It did not matter that it was not the good way to operate. What mattered was that he could. And in some ways, he felt that he should. 

[i]No. I am not. I can take other things…like dignity.[/i]

Lifting one shoe and pushing the orc’s shaft down with the toes until it rested on the floor, he lifted his head. 

“Darren. Show yourself.”

It took a moment, but eventually, the human did come out from beneath the bed. Naked, marked – marked, with seed and scent – and looking confused. 

Knowing he would need painkillers, and many of them, the snow leopard spun his eyes, draining the conditioning left behind. Darren’s eyes opened, realization came to be. 

“I…he…”

“Quiet. I will have the truth.”

His eyes, capable of taking will and emotions from others, could take far more than that. He stared into Darren’s eyes and took memory. 

The last few hours poured out before him, and through it, he could see the alterations that were made by the orc. Skillful, if crude, and they did not erase him entirely. No, they repurposed him as the boogie-man, turned him into a villain, a prod, a poke towards doing something out of fear as much as out of devotion. 

Far from the first time that that had happened. 

But as he dug through the memories, he could see…other things. Whispers that Darren had ignored, potential plans that could be useful. More than merely the pragmatic, though, he saw a hint of compassion. 

Genuine compassion for a tired, exhausted human. 

And that, in its own way, saved the orc from a far worse fate. 

“Come.”

He led them both with a curled finger to the orc’s bed. He stripped the sheets off, not deigning to sit in spilled seed, and sat on a cushion. His eyes flicked from one mentally drained male to the other, both of them naked, both of them aroused. 

Much as he wished to end this now, he knew that he needed rest. Rest, and a means of venting off frustration. 

“You.”

He pointed at the orc. 

“You will explain every plan that you had for Darren to carry out in between draining me orally. I understand that this should leave me less…agitated.

“Darren.”

The human perked up. 

“You will remove my shoes and commence with a massage. I remember your skills. Do well; I want to treat the both of you fairly, and as I am, I can’t.”

Perhaps they sensed how tense he was, or perhaps they were deeper in his control than he had intended. In either case, the orc crawled forward, his now-smooth face nuzzling into the snow leopard’s crotch, while Darren quickly removed his shoes and got to massaging his feet. 

It was not much, but it was better than nothing. 

#

An hour later, he left the orc tied up on his own bed. Not firmly enough to leave him helpless or in danger, but enough to make sure that there was a struggle to get free. He wanted this Bruha to remember what it meant to do what he did. 

Kai Lee crawled out of the hole in the ground, adjusting his tight and jacket before reaching down and pulling Darren out behind him. The human was semi-conscious of his surroundings, enough to stare around in awe. 

“I will send him funds for repairs,” Kai Lee said. “His punishment is his indignity, nothing more.”

“You…you destroyed…everything.”

“…Only the house and tunnels.”

Admittedly, where the shack had been was now the epicenter of a rather large crater. More than thirty paces across and deep enough to have swallowed two more of himself standing on his shoulders, the crater would be hard to miss. It dug down a decent way into the warren of tunnels, as well, having given him enough to recognize the spiral pattern of tunnels for what it was. 

It had allowed him to aim the second blast with more precision, ensuring that he didn’t dig out too much of the city’s underground. 

They climbed out of the crater, finding Keven waiting at his taxi. The dragonoid’s face had gone white, likely in response to the power that the snow leopard had shown. 

“I do not have the energy to wipe your mind,” he said as he walked up to the cab. “If you want to forget what you’ve seen, go down the crater. You will find an orc tied to a bed. He will help you, if anyone will.”

“What…what did you…”

“I took back…Hmm.”

Kai Lee paused, his hand on the passenger-side door of the taxi cab. He had been about to say that he had taken back something that belonged to him, but that felt…wrong. Someone that belonged to him also sounded off. 

“I took back something precious to me.”

Yes. That felt more accurate. 

“Darren. Drive.”

“Uh…yes, sir.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait. This is my taxi,” Keven said. “You can’t just take it and leave.”

Kai Lee looked out through the window. Slowly, he reached into his jacket pocket, but rather than cash, he withdrew a business card. He passed it through the window, and the dragonoid took it. 

“K. L. Inc? What’s that?”

“I’m K. L. Bill me, if you feel you must. But first, go into that hole. That orc will likely give you more help right now than I can. Tend to him, and give him the number on the card to call me.”

“I, uh, don’t think he has a phone.”

“…Then assist him in calling me. We may have business to talk about.”

“But –”

“Keven?” Darren shook his head. “I wouldn’t. Really, I wouldn’t. Not right now. Let me take him somewhere to calm him down.”

Kai Lee nodded. At last, someone to speak for him to other people. He leaned back on one gloved hand as Darren put the taxi in drive and pulled away, leaving the dragonoid and a great deal of explaining behind. 









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]