This is a fictional story of a young man, Adam Russell, who is transported to a different reality where other races only told about in myth and some completely unknown are all real, living in a modern society.
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Contains: m/m, interspecies, and many other fetishes
Chapter 1
I've never felt completely fulfilled in my life. I have friends and some family that care about me, and me them. I have a fairly mediocre job, but one that I enjoy. When I was 18 I realized that I was gay and have had sex a few times before, but nothing that blew my mind. I'm not unattractive, or at least I'm told I'm not, but something has always felt missing. I could never really place my finger exactly on what that was, but I could never shake the feeling. Maybe one day I'll find that missing piece, but as for now it just hasn't shown itself.
I lay in my bed, watching some TV after a long day of work. I run my hands through my brown bangs and sigh, feeling that strange ache for something more coming over me. I go to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror as if I'm trying to figure out who the person looking back at me really is. The more I look the less I know the answer to who I really am and what I really want. My boyish face is accented with blue eyes, fairly full lips, and a straight, pointed nose. My frame is thin, but not stick-skinny with a very slight definition to my muscles.
Suddenly I feel a slight tingling in my fingers. I look down and see a strange blue glow rising up my fingers and to my arm. My heart starts to pound, not understanding what the hell is going on. The feeling turns into pins and needles all across my body as a blue energy consumes me. I turn to rush out of the bathroom when suddenly I feel a tug at my waist and I'm falling. The bright energy around me rushes past like a roaring river and just when I think it will never end, my bare feet make contact with soft grass and I crash to the ground.
When my senses return to me I'm lying on my back in a grassy park. It appears to be mid-day and I hear frightened voices begin to grow louder around me.
"What was that?" "Where did the human come from?" "Did you see that flash of light just now?"
I turn to look at the people these voices are coming from and do a quick double take. My mouth hangs open as I see all around me are humanoid tigers, horses, wolves, and other animal races. As well as this, there are green orcs, fair-skinned elves, and even creatures made entirely of slime. They look at me just as incredulously as I look at them when suddenly a man and woman, both canines similar to a German Shepard, approach me in what look like police officer uniforms. I stand to my feet slowly as they place their hands on their weapons.
"What was that light human?" the woman asks me with a stern tone.
"I...I don't know...I don't know what's going on," I reply weakly as I start to feel faint.
"Can we see some identification?" the man asks me this time. Have I lost my mind? There are two dog officers questioning me right now. This can not be real. I reach down to my pants then remember that I'm wearing only my sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. My wallet and phone are both sitting on my nightstand in my room.
"I-I don't have any on me. Look I don't know where I am...I don't know what's happening." My vision is starting to blur as my breath comes in ragged, short gasps.
"Calm down, sir," the man says to me, gripping his weapon a little tighter. Suddenly my vision goes black and I fall forward, unable to process what I'm seeing any longer.
When I wake, my hands are cuffed to a steel table in a plain grey room. I start to panic, but take deep, steady breaths, not wanting to pass out again. A two-way mirror is just off to my right and I look at whoever is back there with a pleading expression.
"Please...I don't know what's going on, I just want to go home!"
There's no response as I should have suspected and I sit there for another ten minutes before the door in front of me opens. An elf, with striking silver eyes, long black hair, and a lithe frame walks in wearing a plain grey suit. He sits down in the chair across from me, holding a file of paperwork in both hands. He looks at me with an unreadable expression and finally speaks.
"What is your name?"
"Adam...Adam Russell," I say back fearfully.
"Hmm...while you were unconscious the police delivered you to us at our request. The story of your mysterious appearance has spread quickly." I stare back in silence, wondering where this is leading. "We took some blood and a culture of cells...I'm sure you understand, and we are unable to identify you in our databases at all. It's like you've never existed up until this moment." He stares at me intensely, taking in my every move. I lean forward.
"I don't know how I got here okay. Where I'm from you don't even exist. Elves I mean." This seems to peek his attention and he leans in as well.
"That's odd. No elves?"
"No...there's only humans. Is there any way you can get me back home?"
He frowns slightly and shakes his head. He then opens the file in front of him.
"Your blood work was unusual. The first sample we took had trace amounts of an unknown particle that we've yet to identify. A few hours later with your second sample, it seemed to vanish completely." He narrows his eyes. "Why don't you tell me about this place you're from?"
Over the next few hours I explain my world down to every possible small detail I can remember. He sits in silence for some time after I finish before responding.
"Well normally I would say you're insane and call it a day...but your strange appearance and the anomaly in your blood suggests you are telling the truth. And if that's the case, then you come from another world or dimension entirely, which is unprecedented to say the least. This presents us with a few problems. If we release you, you'd have no home, no money, and nobody to help you. And I don't mean to upset you, but we have no way of returning you to your world. We have no such technology or magic that can cross dimensions or galaxies. Your blood work shows you do not have any commutable diseases or illnesses so it will be safe to integrate you into the population, however there is much to discuss and be determined before we make any decisions."
It takes some time for me to understand that whatever brought me here was not their doing, and as far as I can tell, I wasn't going to be able to return home. The elf, who I learn is named Mr. Thane, explains how I could live on government assistance for a short time until I earn enough income from a job to support myself and they would provide me with documentation similar to a birth certificate and social security number. He asks what kind of work I did for a living and I explain that it was all customer service orientated. He tells me to hang tight and leaves me there, my mind reeling with a million questions and my heart hammering out of my chest. What the hell happened to me?
I'm later escorted to a small, but fairly comfortable holding cell, while the details are hammered out over the next several weeks. I'm treated fairly and humanely which increases my small amount of trust for this agency that I learn is their version of the C.I.A. I'm told some basic information about their world, including the fact that the humanoid animals are known as beastmen and that humans make up less than ten percent of the population. As well as this, one interesting fact stands out to me. STDs are non-existent in this world. He found it odd when I at one point mentioned them in my own description of my world and made sure to clarify there is no such thing here.
The news networks quickly report that I'm a vistor from another world as soon as the information is made public by the C.I.A. and I worry about gaining any attention from this. After I'm assigned my paperwork and an apartment in the city called Aethinus, I'm released and driven to my new home. So many emotions rush through me over the course of this process and I find myself desperately missing my friends and family, but with no way to return for the foreseeable future, I have no choice, but to let them go. When I'm dropped off with a case of plain clothes, some amenities for basic living, a phone, ID, and twelve-hundred dollars placed in my new bank account I realize that I'm on my own.
I look at the plain brick building in front of me, and notice the sign on the front in neon letters, 'The Wild House'. It's the late afternoon and people of all races bustle towards their homes from their various jobs, some stopping to stare if they recognize me from the news coverage. My apartment is on the second floor, above what I assume to be some kind of club. I walk up the steps on the outside of the building to my apartment first, to drop my things off before going to check it out. When I enter the apartment I can see it's a decent size, but nothing special. On the floor I see a note from the landlord, Griff, welcoming me as a new tenant. I drop my bags off on the plain couch in the living room and head back down to the front doors of The Wild House. I open the doors and step inside when I'm stopped by a stallion beastman.
"ID," he says in a deep voice. Even though I'm still adjusting, I find myself very interested in all the new races of people around me. It's like a fantasy book come to life and I can't deny my attraction to many of the men I've seen thus far. This stallion is no exception, with his built frame and grey coat of short fur, I find myself staring a bit too long when he hands me back the ID. "You look pretty young for 26."
"I get that a lot," I say casually which was certainly true back on my world. I couldn't go to a bar without getting some kind of similar comment from the bartender or bouncer.
"Well...enjoy. Not really anybody here at this hour, but if you need a drink they make some good ones here." He gives me a slight grin and wink that makes me feel a bit lighter on my feet. I thank him and pass through the next set of double doors to enter the club, my jaw dropping when I take in my surroundings.
It's dimly lit, with sex slings against one wall. Another wall is a series of gloryholes and all across the large dance floor is artwork of naked beastman, orc, and human men. The bartender, a large man, maybe 7 feet tall, made entirely of blue slime, perks up as I walk into the empty club.
"Don't ever see people here at this time of day, especially a cute little human," he says pleasantly. I approach him and take a seat on one of the barstools, noticing his face only has two glowing, yellow eyes, and a wide mouth. Besides this his body has a very masculine form and as much as I try to push away the thoughts I find myself thinking he's actually pretty attractive. Just in a rather unconventional way.
"I just moved in upstairs...is this...a gay club?" He chuckles a bit.
"Don't know what club is right under your apartment?"
"Long story..." He seems to take the hint that I don't want to discuss it much and nods his head.
"Well yeah, this is one of the best gay sex clubs in the city. Don't see many humans in here though, that's for sure. The name's Cobalt." He squints his eyes at me while making a sly grin that makes me blush a bit and I realize he's flirting. Mr. Thane had told me sex was a lot more open and welcomed in this world than it seemed to be in mine, but I wasn't quite expecting this. I never considered working in a gay club in my world, too afraid of what my family and friends might think of me, but now that I'm free of that entirely...it could be a possibility.
"Adam. Are you guys hiring by chance?" I ask bluntly. His eyes widen in surprise and he starts to grin again.
"Well we need another server, but you should know the employees of this club are expected to provide all kinds of services to our customers." He looks down at me with his eyes raised and I slowly understand what he means by this. I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like that, but I need a job as soon as possible, and why not try something I've only imagined of doing before, now that I have an entirely new life to live?
"I won't lie...I've never done anything like that before, but I'm game to try."
"Well, alright then. You'd be our first human to work here so you'd be popular and probably attract more business. Stay there and I'll go ask the manager if he'd be interested." He leaves the bar unattended and I sit there patiently while looking around the empty club that must be filled with men of all races fucking every night in front of crowds of other people. I start to get a little hard at the idea when Cobalt returns. "Well he wants to interview you. He'll be here in a minute."
I start to grow really nervous and then I hear the back doors swing open from around the corner. I stand to my feet and wish I didn't when a 6'7" orc walks out in a black tanktop and jeans that show every sculpted muscle on his body. He sports a slight gut that doesn't take away at all from his powerful figure. He extends his hand to me which I gingerly shake while eyeing his large tusks that protrude on either side of his mouth.
"So you want to work as a server huh?" I nod meekly in response, suddenly unable to speak anymore. "Can I get your resume from ya?" I start to get worried when he asks for this.
"Well I...actually don't have one. I'm the guy from the news who appeared with that flash of light." He looks at me with a dull expression at first then his eyes widen as he puts it together.
"Oh ho ho, and our 'visitor from another world' wants a job here?" I nod slowly. "That's unexpected, but I'm not gonna pass an opportunity like that. You a top or bottom?" I blush some more from the question, but realize that if I'm going to work here, things like this will be commonplace.
"U-Um...bottom." He brings his hands into fists and punches the air in triumph.
"Most races prefer to top with humans, so you'll be very sought after. Any server experience from the world you came from."
"A couple of years yeah, but never at a club."
"That's fine, you'll pick it up quick. Your shifts would be from six to two in the morning, so be prepared to be a bit of a night owl. Now there's one last part to the interview to see if you're cut out for the job." I step forward, eager to pass, completely oblivious to what should be rather obvious at this point. He unbuckles his belt in the middle of the dance floor and pulls off his tank top revealing his meaty pecs and gut. I gulp when I understand what's happening and look to Cobalt who just winks at me with a smirk on his face.
"Right...Right here?" I ask a little dumbfounded. The orc chuckles.
"You'll be doing this kind of thing five times a week in front of a much larger crowd than just Cobalt here." He rubs his sizable bulge under his jeans and walks over to one of the leather couches nearby. He drops his pants revealing his jockstrap that's barely containing the package underneath. I feel my own cock twitch at the sight and stare with my mouth hanging open. He plops down on the couch and spreads his legs. "Heh...well now that I know you're serious, quit staring and get over here."
I feel as if my legs move on their own as I walk over to him and get down on my knees between his thighs. He scoots closer and I catch a wave of his manly musk wash over me. My head spins from the scent and I suddenly can't think about anything but wanting to service this perfect specimen of man.
"You like that orc musk? We're kind of known for it. Smells good don't it boy?" I take another deep whiff and almost find myself drooling over it. I nod my head in response and he laughs quietly. I push myself into his crotch, unable to hold back anymore, and lick his bulge, getting drunk off the masculine scent filling my body up. He lets out a soft groan. "That's it boy, get in there."
After a few minutes of sucking and licking on the bulge of his jockstrap I use both hands to start sliding it off. With my heart pounding the base of his thick cock slowly becomes visible along with a thick bush of dark hair. I yank a little harder and his entire cut cock springs out, semi-hard and already 9 inches long. It's as thick as my wrist and with it freed, an even stronger cloud of pungent musk hits my nose. I have to have it. My need to taste it...to feel it inside of me becomes the only thing I can think of anymore. I look up and see his leering grin.
"That's right boy...and it only gets bigger. Go on and give it a taste."
His domineering voice sends a shiver down my spine and I bring my lips closer to the head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum drips down and I lick across the bulbous head. The taste of his sweet, yet bitter precum spreads across my tongue in an instant, making my hunger for him grow to new heights. With both hands I massage his enormous heavy sack while I start to lick up and down his shaft to get it slick and wet. This pulls out a few satisfied groans from the orc and I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, taking him into my mouth. I push forward, taking in 3 then 4 inches, filling my mouth completely.
"Nnn...fuck...keep going boy. Let's see what you can really do." I take a deep breath through my nose and relax my throat before diving down another 4 inches. It stretches my throat wide and I gag softly onto his veiny cock.
"Mmmm...oh yeah...you're gonna be very popular around here."
"Mind if I help out with his interview boss?" I hear Cobalt say from the bar. I make a shocked expression which the orc seems to notice.
"Nah, not this time. Pretty sure he's never been with a Limus before, so we'll break him in slow." I pull my head from his thick cock to take a breath, noticing that he's now fully hard and twelve inches. I'm thankful to not be completely overwhelmed with my first sexual experience here in this new world. That being said, just giving this alpha-male orc a blowjob is already more overwhelming than anything I ever experienced in my old life.
"Ah fine, but Adam just so you know...I'll convince you otherwise here soon," Cobalt says seductively. I blush slightly and slide the orc's meat back into my throat, moaning from the taste and smell of him. I still have trouble getting down the final four inches of his massive member and he takes notice.
"Let me help you with that," he growls down to me. He places both strong hands on the back of my head and thrusts up into my face, forcing me down to the base. I gag from the force, but he holds me in place, and I feel my reflex begin to fade as I adjust to his size. "Ha! Yes! You're a natural boy! Uhng! Hold that for a few more seconds." He keeps me in place for a bit longer and then releases his hands, but rather than pull back for air I suck on his shaft a little harder for a moment and then slowly pull off as a strand of saliva connects my lips to his cock.
"Oh fuck...not many people can take my whole cock down their throats. You got talent boy. Now slide outta them clothes. I need to inspect the rest of you."
"Yes s-sir." I pull off my t-shirt and toss it onto the couch, before sliding off my pants. My hands start to shake as I slide my briefs off and stand their stark naked in front of the orc and Limus. I turn beet read as the orc stands, his cock throbbing and swaying with each step he takes as he circles me. I feel self-conscious of my six inch cock compared to his impressive size, but he whistles in appreciation.
"Not bad at all. Decent size for a human, toned body, and a really cute ass." He then slaps my round cheeks roughly which makes me jump a bit. "Get up on that couch on all fours."
I can't bring myself to take a step forward and the orc puts one of his strong hands on my shoulder, squeezing gently.
"Hey, just relax. If this is too much then just say so, and we'll stop, no questions asked." He uses his other hand to massage my other shoulder and whispers into my ear. "You seem like you like this though, and I'd be happy to fuck you so hard that I need to carry you upstairs to your apartment." I make a confused face and turn to look at him.
"How'd you know I lived upstairs?" I ask putting two and two together.
"You're my new tenant. Thought I'd tease you for a bit. Name's Griff."
I look at him rather stunned. He knew who I was the second he saw me. The government had already given him my information before he agreed to take me as a tenant and he's just been playing dumb with me.
"You...you could have told me that you know!" Even though I don't like tricks, I can't help but smile at his mischief.
"Aw, where's the fun in that? Besides, I didn't realize my new little human tenant was gonna be such a talented cocksucker." He grabs onto my ass and gropes each cheek tightly before lifting me into the air like I weigh less than a feather. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lay my head on his hairy chest, loving the feeling of his muscles stretching and flexing with each step. When we reach the couch he flips me around swiftly, dropping me on my hands and knees. I wait for the hard heat of his cock against my defenseless hole, but feel something else instead.
"Ohhhh f-fuck!" I turn to look over my shoulder and see Griff with his face buried in between my cheeks as his tongue plunges into me. His blunt tusks dig into my soft skin while his impossibly long, wet tongue slides deeper and deeper.
"Ah! That f-feels...ohhhh my god!"
Griff chuckles with his tongue still wriggling in my hole, sending light vibrations through my insides. I bite my lip, trying to keep my voice down, but he forces out a few loud moans as his wet muscle slides even deeper. I grip the couch tightly and then there's a feeling of electric fire that shoots through my entire body. "Ahhhh!"
He pulls his tongue from me and growls deeply. "Hmm...think I found that sweet spot of yours." Griff then shoves a fat finger inside, stretching me open, sliding it in up to the knuckle. Before I can get used to the new sensation he shoves in another as a slight ebb of pain flows through me, but nothing too intense. He then arcs his fingers down, right into that sensitive spot inside that makes me jolt and try to pull away. He uses his other hand to hold onto my waist tightly, holding me in place as I jerk from the overstimulation. "Oh no boy...you're not going anywhere..."
Not long after another finger slides inside and I wince from the pain until he pushes down into my prostate once more. I moan so loudly it's almost a shout at this point and he spreads his fingers out inside of me, gaping my hole.
"Ahh...j- just...do it..." I say barely above a whisper. His motions stop completely and he leans in close to my ear.
"Do what?"
"P...Put it inside please..." I'm beet red again, overcome with embarrassment at how badly I want him.
"Put what inside you boy? Beg me for it. Don't hold back." I can't see his face as I look down at the leather couch under me, but can feel the sly grin as his hungry eyes consume me.
"Fuck me Griff! Put your cock inside of me, please! I can't stand it anymore...just fuck me already, please!" I'm sweating by now, my insides aching for his cock to grind into me. To be his bitch. I look over at the bar to see Cobalt is stroking his slimy cock as he watches.
"That's what I like to hear," he says in his low voice. I feel the heat of his cockhead against my softened and loose hole and breathe deep in anticipation. He grabs onto my hips and starts pushing with some force, my hole stretching and straining to open for his massive length. Finally it slips in and I grunt from the pain that shoots through me. He stays in this position for a minute or two as my body adjusts and once the pain has dissipated I nod my head. He then shoves 7 inches into me without any warning.
"Gah!" I wince as my insides expand from his forceful entry, but before I can adjust he keeps going one slow inch at a time until I feel his giant balls resting against my own. "O-Oh my god!"
"Mmm...fuck yeah...you were born for this boy. I may have stretched you good, but it usually takes people at least a few tries before they can take my whole cock. And you're still tight as a vice down here." I feel more full than I ever have in my life. His meaty rod is touching parts of me that I never knew existed until now. He waits another minute or two and the last feelings of discomfort evaporate. When I sigh in relief he takes this as his cue and starts to pull his shaft out of me. When just the head remains inside he slams it all back in.
"Ahhhh!" I surprise even myself with the guttural moan of pleasure I release. As his cock slammed back inside of me it hit that sweet spot in such a way that I thought I may pass out from the stimulation.
"Feel good boy?" he whispers into my ear after laying across my back. I gain some of my composure and turn to look at him, his face inches from my own.
"Y-Yes..." He smirks at this and flexes his cock while it's still inside which gets another gasp out of me.
"Good...now I don't have to hold back." He pushes his lips into mine as his arms grope my chest and his long tongue invades my mouth, pushing all the way back to my throat. Then he starts pounding me. Hard. Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure through me that makes my entire body shudder and twitch. This is amazing. The best sex I've ever had, and it's with an orc in a gay sex club. In this moment I realize what I've always been missing. Well maybe not exactly what I've been missing, but this gives me the fulfillment I've been searching for. I quickly realize that I don't ever want to go back to my world. I won't be able to live without this anymore.
He speeds up his thrusts when he pulls his lips away from me, one hand grabbing my shoulder and the other grabbing a fistful of my hair. He yanks on my hair, arching my back for him more and he pounds me into a state of pure bliss. In this position, each and every time his thick cock slides in it grinds into my prostate in a way that sets my nerves on fire.
"Ahhhnn! Ngahhh! Y-Yes!" I can't control my moans or screams at this point, not caring if somebody outside might hear or could walk in at any moment. His sweat pours onto my body and I become further intoxicated with his strong scent. His deep grunts and growls are music to my ears and I push my hips back into his with each thrust.
He grabs onto my hips again and slams down with one final thrust as deep as his cock can possibly go when I feel his heavy sack tighten up. A flood of his thick, hot cum rushes up into me. Three, then ten, then twenty shots of his potent seed gushing into me, but it doesn't stop. I can feel it oozing and flowing deeper into me with each shot, expanding my insides as he roars. I look down and see my belly swelling with all his spunk.
"So m-much! Fuuuck!" He keeps cumming for a solid five minutes straight, the excess gushing out of my worn hole onto his groin and pouring down my thighs. Finally he huffs loudly and smacks my ass before pulling out roughly with a loud, wet schlop. He reaches down to his pants on the ground and pulls out a buttplug that he shoves into my gaping hole, keeping the massive amount of seed inside me.
"Hah...hah...should have warned ya boy...orcs cum by the gallon...hah...keep all that inside you tonight. Wanna make sure I knock you up." He massages my cheeks tenderly and I turn to look at him abruptly.
"Wait...you can't actually get me pregnant right?!"
"Ha! Just an expression boy. But be aware that symbiotes and demons can actually get a man pregnant. You have to agree to it though." I sigh with relief and surprise myself when I feel a twinge of arousal at the thought of being knocked up. "So what do you think? Still want the job? Cause you passed the interview with flying colors."
I roll over onto my back, staring at my swollen belly, filled with orc cum and chuckle to myself in a sort of sex stupor.
"Hell yeah."
Griff and Cobalt laugh as the orc picks me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I rest my face against him, breathing in his masculine scent. He starts to carry me to the entrance when I try to sit upright.
"Wait! I'm naked and there are...people outside." He leans in and kisses me passionately for a few moments before pulling away and taking my breath with him.
"Your world must be really uptight about that kind of thing. Don't worry, I'm just taking you up to your apartment. Nobody's gonna make a fuss. We'll talk about your schedule tomorrow." I nod and he takes me out the double doors, passing by the stallion from earlier who winks at me again. I smile sheepishly as Griff carries me outside and then up the stairs to the apartment. A few people stop to look, but they just whistle and hoot in appreciation, one demon even saying, "Hey cutie" to me.
Once we're inside he lays me down on my bed, rubbing my belly as I groan from exhaustion and the lingering feelings of complete delight.
"I'll bring your clothes and stuff upstairs in a minute. Get some rest, but remember that when you're working this will probably happen 5 to 10 times a night. Maybe more, but we'll work on your stamina." He kisses me affectionately on my forehead and leaves. I should be shocked and maybe even mortified that this is the life I'm choosing for myself here, but somehow I know it's right.
I turn onto my side, pulling up the soft blankets over me, and chuckle as I hear the semen inside of me slosh from the movement. As I drift to sleep I keep thinking to myself, 'I can't wait to see what else is in store for me'.
To Be Continued