Alan sat down on the log with a heavy sigh. Adventuring was hard on someone with his build, but it could be rewarding. He had just finished casting his last few spells for the day, making sure everyone was all healed and rested. The rest of the party had finished setting up camp and was handing out food for the night.
Ulric the Red, the group's barbarian, handed him a bowl with a hearty stew in it. Alan accepted it with a grateful thanks and started eating. Across the fire, Randar the rogue was telling some story about one time or another he had narrowly escaped local law enforcement over some misunderstanding that was definitely not his fault. As Alan ate, Nysee, the Elven wizard, sat down beside him. She snuggled up to his side and he blushed at the attention. They had started dating a few weeks ago and she had been very affectionate with him, even making a few suggestive comments about things she wanted to do if they found an inn.
Alan was fond of the group. In truth he had initially felt out of place, a church initiate used to a life of ease adventuring with three people who had lived rough lives and knew how to take care of themselves in the wild. He had been hired for his healing magic, something no group could go without for long. But he hadn’t felt like he was part of the group initially. He had been slow, had eaten more than his share of food and hadn’t contributed much. But the others soon made him feel welcome.
Randar finished his story and his stew simultaneously. With a flourish, he placed them on the ground before standing and stretching. “I’ll take first watch” he said nonchalantly before walking off into the forest.
Alan’s cheeks burned again. He never took watch. Since he needed to sleep to replenish his spells, the group never had him do one. They didn’t mind the extra work, but he always felt bad that he could sleep soundly through the night.
Nysee pulled him out of his thoughts with a question, “More stew, dear?”
Alan jumped a little before looking down at his bowl. He had emptied it while lost in thought. He was still hungry, but he looked down at his large belly and felt a little self conscious. No one else ever took seconds. He decided to decline tonight. “No thank you.” He tried to keep the regret off his face, but it didn’t seem to work, because Nysee looked at him with concern.
“You sure? We need to make sure you keep your strength up. I wouldn’t want my big boy getting hurt cause he’s too hungry.” Nysee purred and rubbed his stomach a little. He blushed, it always made him feel better when she complimented his stomach. Maybe more wouldn’t really hurt.
“Well, alright. Half a bowl won’t hurt.” He smiled and served himself some more stew. It tasted wonderful, like always, and when he was finished Alan yawned. He always felt tired after a nice meal and casting spells may not seem as taxing as swinging a sword, but it was still hard work. He set down his bowl and hugged Nysee goodnight. She kissed him on the cheek and waved him goodnight, sending him to bed with a blush on his face. Alan laid down and was almost immediately pulled into the realm of sleep.
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Alan rarely had dreams, but occasionally he dreamed of what he thought might be some kind of battle. There was a lot of grunting and hitting, but nothing concrete. He always woke up barely remembering them. This time though, it seemed a little more vivid. He could make out rustling, hushed whispers, and some kind of wet sound, like slurping. He tried to move, to get up and see what was wrong, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his body was made of lead. He hadn’t slept long enough to recover his spells, so he was stuck. He instantly worried that his friends were being attacked while he lay there helpless. With a massive strain of effort, he managed to open his eyes. What he saw replaced his worry with confusion.
Ulric was sitting by the fire, his back against one of the logs. His pants had been undone, revealing his large erect cock. Nysse was bent over his lap, eagerly licking and sucking at the head of Ulric’s dick, a smile on her face as she sucked. Next to her was Randar, who also had his cock out and was lightly stroking it with one hand while his other one idly groped at Nysee’s ass.
Alan tried to make sense of this weird dream he was having. Seeing the woman who said she loved him doing this to his two friends, that had to be a mistake. A nightmare, this was a nightmare. He tried to shut his eyes again, but found he could barely move them. At best, he was able to move the lids down a little.
“If fatty over there decides to start refusing meals, we’ll have to up his dosage.” Randar said, his tone mocking. “I think I heard him roll over in his sleep.”
Nysee took her mouth off of Ulric’s cock and laughed, “Are you kidding? Have you seen the way he shovels down food? Tonight was a fluke. Besides, all I need to do is waggle my tits and rub my hand over that gut of his while cooing and he’ll stuff himself full of sleeping drug.” Nysee adopted a sweet, innocent expression, “Oh no honey, I like a big man, your belly isn’t a problem at all.” Her expression soured and she laughed. “As if. There’s only one thing I like big on a man and he definitely doesn’t qualify.”
Ulric laughed as well. “You can say that again. He’s such a blushing babe whenever we go bathing. I thought perhaps he was secretly a woman the first time, it’s so small. He even confessed envy of me once, saying I was bigger soft than he was hard. Pathetic little fat man.”
Nysee smiled, “Gods it’s so funny watching him blush. As if I would ever actually fuck him. I wonder what excuse I’ll use next time we stop at an inn. How about my ‘elven chastity’?” All three laughed at that before Nysee removed her top, exposing her large breasts. She wrapped them around Ulric’s shaft and started pumping up and down. “Imagine me trying to fit these under his fat gut. They’d be crushed.”
Randar smacked Nysee’s ass, “If his bulk didn’t crush you first.” He then stood up, completely removing his pants before kneeling down behind Nysee, “Gods I need this pussy soon.” He pressed his face against her, tongue moving out and licking at her pussy. Nysee moaned as he licked her, continuing to bounce herself up and down on Ulric’s cock.
Alan was stunned. Hearing his friends… who he thought was his friends, talk about him like that. They didn’t care about him, he was just a joke to him. And a sleeping drug? Was that why he felt so tired after meals all the time? And why they let him sleep through the night? Normally he ate at least two bowls of stew to their single one… and come to think of it, they always served him last. Did they have an antidote they all took, or did they just drug his bowl? He realized with a start that they thought he was still asleep. He hadn’t eaten enough of the drug to completely knock him out, but it had basically paralyzed him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t say a word, couldn’t turn away as a woman he thought had loved him eagerly had sex with two other men. Men who he would never be like.
Randar stood up and lined himself up with Nysee’s entrance, rubbing his cock on her slit to get it slick. She moaned as he did, reaching back and spreading herself open for him. Randar wasted no time, plunging into her and making Nysee scream with pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes, right there. Gimme that big fucking cock. Oh god yes I needed this so badly.” Nysee moaned and drooled from pleasure, coating Ulric’s hard, throbbing cock with her spit. Ulric had his eyes closed in pleasure, occasionally bucking his hips to thrust his cock into Nysee’s breasts.
“I’m close. Open that slutty elven mouth for me.” Ulric growled, grabbing Nysee’s hair. Nysee obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Ulric grunted again as he thrust a few more times before cumming all over her face and tits. Alan had never seen a man cum so much. When he had pleasured himself it only sent out a few weak spurts, barely enough to fill a hand. This was so much more. Nysee eagerly licked it all, getting down on the head and sucking every last drop from Ulric’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, gimme that cum. I’m such a slut for your cum, both of you. Fuck I want you to cover me in it tonight. See if that fatty can smell it on me tomorrow.” She seemed to want to continue, but was quieted when Randar pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her down into the dirt and thrusting into her harder. Nysee’s eyes rolled back and she groaned as the muscular man pounded her with a strong, steady rhythm. Alan knew from trying to keep up with the group on march that he could never match that, he would have been winded and tired long before now.
Randar grabbed Nysee’s ass and buried himself to the hilt before letting out a groan of pleasure. His balls tightened and Alan could tell he was cumming. He was cumming inside Nysee. A memory came back, unbidden, of him telling Nysee he was a virgin. She had told him she was too. That their first time would be special. Full of love. It was all a lie.
Randar pulled out slowly, his cock limp but still much bigger than Alan’s could ever be. He smiled at Ulric. “Your turn. You want the pussy or are you going to wreck that ass again?”
Ulric grinned back, “Both, but first the ass.” With little effort, he grabbed Nysee and swung her around, planting her face into Randar’s crotch. “Clean your mess, slut, and prepare to have your ass destroyed.”
Nysee had a desperate look in her eyes as she started sucking Randar’s cock again, licking the mixture of their cum with no hesitation. “Gods Ulric, you're so thick. I can barely take you in my ass.”
Ulric didn’t seem to care. He stood behind her and lined his cock up. WIth little warning, he thrust in and Nysee screamed. It seemed to Alan that she was in genuine pain, but she didn’t ask Ulric to stop. She actually bucked back into him. The large Barbarian moved even more roughly than Randar did, slamming himself into Nysee over and over with casual abandon. Nysee loved it, screaming over and over how she loved his big, thick cock while she sucked Randar, getting him hard again.
Alan tried to close his eyes completely, to block it out, but he couldn’t. The worst part was that he could feel his own meager cock getting hard. The useless three inch thing was buried in his body fat, almost completely unreachable from the angle he was laying at, even if he could move his arms. Tears came to his eyes as he watched Nysee, who he had thought loved him, writhe and proclaim how much better these two men were than him. It almost seemed like insulting him made them enjoy it more. The idea of belittling him while he was helpless, completely unaware of what was happening. But this time he was aware. He knew and he couldn’t look away and he couldn’t stop crying.
It lasted for hours. Alan didn’t know how they could last for so long, but they did. Hours of fucking in front of him, completely unaware he was watching. He tried to go back to sleep, tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t. Every thrust, every cumshot was a dagger into his heart. By the end of the night, he was completely numb. His cock hurt from an untended erection, but he couldn’t do anything about it. When they finally finished and set about getting to sleep, he had regained enough control to close his eyes again, to pretend at sleep. They bought it completely.
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The next morning Alan went off to pray, like always. He didn’t know what they would do while he was gone. Plan his next drugging? A quick sex round? It didn’t matter. He prayed and thought and when he had regained his spells, he returned to the group. Nysee pressed herself against him, welcoming him back. Despite her statement last night, he couldn’t smell anything but the soap she used to wash with. He smiled shakily at her and said something placating. The rest of the day moved in a daze. Behind every friendly comment and joke, he heard their mocking words from last night. Every laugh brought to mind a different position they had taken, a different way they had fucked. Everything was mechanical to him, but it didn’t matter. He did his job. And that night, he made sure to eat plenty of stew. At least he would sleep better.
