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With a few lucky breaks and some ammo provided by your friend Arturo, you made your way out of Diamond City and across the Commonwealth to Nuka World, a weathered, beaten-down, and largely inoperative theme park on the westernmost edge of the map.
It's also overrun with raiders, the thieves and murderers who plague much of the Commonwealth. It appears they've made Nuka World a base of some kind. There's three specific factions currently occupying the park: the Pack, wolf- and animal-loving criminals who've made a wildlife display their headquarters, the Operators, money-focused gangsters occupying former upscale dining establishment The Parlor, and the Disciples, vicious brutes holed up in the towering and cavernous Fizztop Mountain.
This is all explained to you by Porter Gage, a grizzled, one-eyed raider who helped you get through a deadly obstacle course called The Gauntlet. Designed to kill whoever enters it in any number of grizzly ways, it's also the only entrance to the park. And even making it through wasn't enough for you: you emerged from the gauntlet and were forced to fight Nuka World's ruler, Overboss Colter, to the death, a battle you handily won thanks to Gage's help.
This made you the new Overboss, but the raiders of Nuka World don't seem like they'll immediately accept you, from what you hear.
Gage has a plan for you: broker peace with the three factions of raiders in Nuka World, specifically their leaders, and make Nuka World a livable place again, and confirm that you're worthy of the title of Overboss.. You agree.
You start with the Operators, run by a brother and sister team named William and Mags Black. Mags wants you to run a series of missions (read: assassinations) but once she's gone, William pulls you aside and says there's another way he'd be willing to convince his sister and the rest of the Operators to call a truce with the other gangs.
You say, "What?" and he tells you if you let him fuck you in the ass, he'll see what he can do.
You shrug and nod, why the hell not. You follow him to the dining room's small stage, closed off from the rest of the room by a long velvet red curtain. Nice and private.
Here, he tells you, pointing to a red velvet sofa in the middle of the stage. A real theme to the decorations here, you note, while you take your pants off and get on all fours on the sofa. "Like this?" you ask and William nods. "Perfect," he says.
He takes off his pants and spits in his palm, rubbing it on his cock. He gets up on the couch and rubs the he'd of his dick against your exposed hole. "All those people just on the other side of that curtain," he says, grinning. "Does that make you nervous?"
It doesn't, but it seems like he wants you to be nervous, so you say, "A little." He laughs and pushes his dick in your ass. It hurts. A lot.
You groan in pain. He pulls out and pushes it back in. Still hurts. "What if they saw us with my dick in your ass?" he says. "Would you like that?"
You would, but it seems like he wants you to not like it so you say, "No."
He laughs and pumps in and out of you. It's starting to get less painful. "No?" he says, laughing. Then he suddenly turns to the curtain and shouts: "Open it!"
The curtain slides open and you're blinded by stage lights pointed at you and William. You squint and can see the entirety of the Operators seated or standing, watching William fuck you onstage.
"Our new overboss!" he says, as he starts just slamming in and out of you.
The crowd cheers and claps as you get fucked. If the anal sex hadn't already given you an erection, this certainly would.
You leave the Operators a bit of a laughingstock but Mags maintains her original offer: kill for them and you'll gain the Operators' respect. You agree, knowing that'll never come to pass.
You head to Fizztop Mountain, where the Disciples live. You talk to a Disciple named Savoy, who tells you their dark society is built on trust, and as such, you will have to prove your trustworthiness before they'll even consider joining forces with you.
This involves agreeing to be locked into a jail cell for an indeterminate period of time. You agree because why not. You sit there for several hours alone with your thoughts, wondering if perhaps this test was indeed just a clever ruse that would lead to your death, but in the evening Savoy returns to stand watch outside your cell. He's drunk.
After about twenty minutes you hear him say, "Hey, Overboss," and when you turn around, his pants are down and his - you have to admit, fucking enormous - erection is poking between the bars of the cage.
It's the biggest dick you've ever seen and you're almost immediately hypnotized by it. He wants you to suck it? You can't crawl over there fast enough.
You wrap one hand around its considerable girth and look at your prize. You lick the head - mmm - and then wrap your lips around it. You look up at Savoy and he nods. You start sucking his massive dick.
It's a challenge and, as Savoy reaches through the bars to run his fingers through your hair, a rewarding one. Eventually you feel his hot salty load hit the back of your mouth and you greedily swallow his cum. Wow. Now that was a huge dick.
He lets you out of your cage. He says that was the first step to building trust but there'll be further steps in the future, maybe with different Disciple members. "Or maybe I'll just keep you to myself," he says, winking.
"Are the others, uh," you glance down to his considerable package, still huge even after he's blown his load.
"Unfortunately no," Savoy says.
"Then maybe keep me to yourself."
"Whatever you say, Overboss." He reaches down and wipes a drop of semen from the end of his dick. He reaches up and holds his finger in front of your mouth. You immediately suck that cum right off his fingertip. He smiles.
Next up is the Pack, and it's leader Mason, a redhead with a goatee and a face full of multicoloured "Pack" paint. He brings you to his quarters and surprise surprise: he just wants to fuck the new guy.
Mason, he explains to you, is the Alpha of this group, and as Alpha, gets whatever he wants. He says he defeated the previous Alpha by making him his own personal Beta, "if you know what I mean." You do.
As the Pack are a group that's one with the animal kingdom, Mason tells you you should crawl around on all fours, bark like a dog, and - pulling his dick out of his pants - beg for your supper.
You nod. "Ruff!" you say, already in character.
You take your clothes off and crawl around the floor of his quarters. He leans down next to you and pets the hair on your head. "Good boy," he says.
"Now wag your tail, boy," he says.
You shake your ass in the air. "Good boy," he says, petting you again.
"You know what I'm going to give you as a treat?" he says.
"Ruff!" you say.
"I'm going to give you what all good dogs want," he says. "A bone."
"Ruff ruff!"
He puts a small chain collar on you, attached to a leash. And then, holding onto the leash and kneeling down behind you, puts his dick in your ass. He starts fucking you.
"You like that boy?" he says.
"Ruff ruff!" you say.
"Good boy," he says, rubbing your bare back with his free hand. "You like your bone don't you boy?"
"Ruff ruff!" you say, nodding enthusiastically as he pumps his dick in and out of you.
"You have to bury the bone nice and deep," he says.
"Ruff ruff!"
After a few minutes he tenses up and groans, shooting his load into your ass. Then he pulls out of you, exhausted and stands up.
He calls you "good boy" again and gives you the same deal Mags Black did: kill a few people and the Pack will consider an alliance.
You nod, still on your hands and knees. You haven't seen a redhead naked in a while: the red pubic hair, the pale body. He turns around and you see his ass: lightly hairy, muscular, gorgeous.
"Ruff ruff!" you say.
"What?" Mason says. "You don't have to do that anymore."
"Ruff ruff!" you say, crawling toward him.
"What?" he says, confused but also a bit...amused?
You circle behind him and sit up on your knees. He doesn't move, his back to you, his ass in front of your face.
"Ruff ruff!" you say.
You bury your face in the crack of his ass, your tongue darting between the cheeks, trying to get to his hole.
He instinctively bends forward.
"Oh," he says. "You're an affectionate pup aren't you?"
You lick his crack up and down, fast, sloppy.
"Lemme make that easier for you, boy."
Mason gets down on his hands and knees, his ass in the air. "You hungry boy?"
"Ruff ruff!" you say.
You crawl forward and start licking his hole, tracing shapes on it with your tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah boy," Mason groans. He lowers himself onto his forearms, then just his head against the ground, his arms on the ground, his ass in the air.
You keep timing that delicious ass and Mason keeps getting more and more into it. Eventually you stop, get on your knees, and hold the tip of your erection against his now thoroughly wet hole.
"Yeah do it," he says. "Put it in me."
You do as he says. He moans loudly.
As you fuck Mason, now an eager and enthusiastic bottom, you realize you've become the Alpha.After a while you can see that Mason realizes it too.
When you report back to Gage, you tell him you didn't have much luck with the Disciples or the Operators just yet, but that the Pack is now yours. He nods, pleased.