The Keep

The small tattoo and piercing parlour in the depths of the drag was shut tight. Front door closed and by all appearances vacant and closed. In the back room, however, moved the proprietor. A medium height Darkspear, aqua-green in skin tone, with long, soft flowing golden-yellow hair that draped down to the midpoint of his back, the owner, Vel'ji, cleaned some just-used tools of his trade. He wore a light purple kilt that thinly flowed about as he moved, sandals on his feet and a swath of braided chains and necklaces over the top of his chest.

When he turned his face about slightly towards his customer, a pleasant smile adorning his lips, the white face paint about his eyes and nose flashed into view. His tusks were small, white and pointed down.

Carefully handling the needles, the slender, but toned, troll had obvious grace and skill. Jumwa could tell as he watched him, then looked down at the work he had already done on his chest and arms.

Jumwa'jin now sported fresh piercings of his own, all down the outside of his forearms; bones that came to sharp points, giving them a menacing appearance. Crowning his broad, muscular chest were two more similar, but smaller in size, through his nipples. Reaching his left hand up his chest, he flicked one slightly, as if testing it out. When he raised his eyes again he saw Vel'ji watching him with a wide smile, reclining back against the counter in a manner that showed off his own body; a hooped ring through his belly button and the edge of a tattoo peeking just above his lowly riding kilt.

Reclined back on his palms he spoke up in an untroll-like soft voice, only a hint of deepness, "'ow is it, darlin'?"

Casting his narrow eyes at Vel'ji, Jumwa nodded his slow approval. "Excellent work. Good enough to trust ju wit' de most important task. Jes." Reaching into a pocket he pulled his hand out and dropped six metal studs of his own craft onto a side table.

Vel'ji looked on with extreme curiousity, "Brought your own, darlin'? Mus' be special." He smiled and flicked his head a bit to knock one of his golden braids back over his shoulder.

Sitting upon the chair as if it were a throne for him, Jumwa was dressed similarly to his much slimmer counterpart, though much more menacingly. About his wrists were sharp metal bracers, and his kilt was made of finely scaled mail. Nodding to Vel'ji's words he reached down to his side, "A very special gift, hm. One I would be loath to entrust de creation of to anyone wit'out remarkable skill..." With that he undid a metal clasp along his waist and pulled open his kilt, unveiling his flaccid member, resting between his legs.

An involuntary gasp escaped Vel'ji's lips as he raised a hand up to his mouth, staring between the large trolls legs. The member was large, even in its present state, just like the troll it belonged to. The light blue shaft rested beneath a white patch of hair and Vel'ji stepped forward towards his prestigious client, crouching down slightly. "Studs... along da base...?" he asked, eyes glued.

Jumwa nodded, "Jes... Vel'ji."

Vel'ji reached a hand out towards the cock, "Please, darlin'... Vel..." He smiled and tried to look up at Jumwa, but could only manage a quick dart of his eyes, "I've had so few requests for dese... nevah from a troll so..." He seemed to blush darkly through his aqua toned skin, "I will need to... touch it to begin."

The smaller troll had flirted with him since he entered his parlour, Jumwa couldn't help but have noticed that. It worked to his advantage. In a deeper than usual, almost croaking voice, Jumwa spoke "Go on, Vel. Do jour duty... do it for me well."

Smiling gleefully, Vel reached out, his three fingers grasping the yet soft shaft in hand between the powerful thighs of Jumwa. He stroked it slowly in his soft hand, eying it as he pulled back the foreskin from its head, fascinated by the bigger trolls pale blue member. He murmured, as if only a small portion of him were aware he was doing a job, "Six... studs... t'ree bars on each side... darlin'?"

Jumwa nodded slowly, his arms planted on the chair, his whole body but his head unmoving "Jes."

Kneeling before the other troll, Vel leaned in closer, Jumwa feeling his hot breath against the tip of his soft member. "I'll need to get it... hard, darlin'... to see what I have to work wit'." Barely waiting for the nod above, Vel slid his free palm along Jumwa's inner-thigh as he leaned in, his tongue meeting the underside of his clients member. Vel shut his eyes and moaned softly as he dragged his tongue up along the cock to the tip, tasting the other trolls masculine flavour as he finally stirred to life.

Jumwa looked down and watched as the other troll contented himself with pleasuring his client. Vel almost purred as the pulsing shaft rose up, thickening and growing in length from his tongue's capable action.

Each vein to Vel was a new delight that his tongue lavished with curious praise and affection. Traveling up the growing shaft to the tip, where he coiled his long tongue as best it could around the contours of the other mans bulging head.

When finally Vel felt the other man's cock pulse in his grasp but grow no more, he opened his eyes and looked at the hulking sex before him. "Magnificent..." he murmured, exhaling the word in an outward gasp. Then, without further pretense of providing his clients intended service, he shut his eyes and opened his mouth widely, engulfing the tip of Jumwa's cock inside his moist mouth.

Jumwa's eyes fluttered closed, partially, and Vel shuddered as he took the Chieftain deeper to the back of his throat. Attempting to take as much as he could, he choked off his air supply and held his breath for some time, pushing the tip of the other mans cock deeper in his throat until he had to pull away slightly, inhaling desperately through his nose as he suckled wantonly on the pale shaft.

Reaching down, Jumwa put a hand in Vel's golden hair, pushing him off his cock. Vel panted and looked up to him with pleading eyes before he spoke. "It's full now. Enough."

Vel exclaimed breathily in a soft voice, "I'll waive da charge if ya let me--"

Jumwa cut him off, "Gold has no meaning to me."

"Den what?" Vel looked up, eager.

Jumwa opened his mouth but paused, looking aside in thought for a moment. He smirked slowly, not turning his head back to look down at the other troll, "Do de job... do it bettah den ju could imagine, den..." he paused, slowly looking back down at Vel with a devious grin, "ju can have it when ju come to my bedroom... and... dance wit' me."

The golden haired Vel smiled widely and kissed Jumwa's member, "T'ank da Loa!"