Orc Breeding 1.2

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Table of Contents [[An Example For His Men->Chapter 1 Disclaimer]] [[The Alliance->Chapter 2 Disclaimer]] [[Roderick's Predicament->Chapter 3 Disclaimer]] [[The Broodmare->Chapter 4 Disclaimer]] [[The Tale of Cumdump->Chapter 5 Disclaimer]] [[Necessity and Need->Chapter 6 Disclaimer]] [[Life in the Tribe->Chapter 7 Disclaimer]] [[Belonging->Chapter 8 Disclaimer]] #Extras [[Interview with the Author->Interview]] [[Commission Information->https://nemo0690.itch.io/orc-breeding/devlog/164156/commission-info-for-nemo0690]] [[Credits]] [[Back to Title Screen->Title Screen]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # An Example For His Men [align left] Dull trudging to the rhythm of the pounding war drums was the only sound among the once-proud human soldiers chained together and forced to march in formation by their captors. The band of orc barbarians who had won the skirmish, however, were cheering and chattering amongst themselves as they marched on either side of their captives. Raucous laughter would break out amongst the green-skinned horde as one or another would bat at a dawdling prisoner, making him stumble and trip into the mud. Rolf snarled to himself as he glared hatefully at the orcs surrounding him and his men. The bastards had swept into the village like a flood, pillaging everything in their path even as Rolf and his company of human soldiers had fought valiantly to repel them. Thankfully, the women and children were safe; it was common knowledge that orc war bands were only interested in capturing those who opposed them, only rarely killing those who resisted. Though no word had ever reached the human villages of what happened to the men taken by the barbarian horde. And Rolf didn't have any plans to find out. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # The Alliance [align left] The smell of roasted meat and musk filled the massive tent, filling the lungs of its occupants with every breath. Chief Tugg of the lower plains chewed thoughtfully on a mouthful of the hock in his fist, wiping the savory juices from his lips with one hairy forearm while stroking the bald head of the orc suckling on his throbbing cock with his free hand. He raised an eyebrow and let out a low grunt, finally breaking the heavy silence to address his guest. "So. S' an alliance ya want." The human noble sitting across from the orc chieftain stretched his lips into a rictus grin under the perfume-soaked handkerchief pressed to his nose. The portly man shifted on the sumptuous cushion his attendants had provided, and seemed to take great pains to keep his silky garments off of the furs covering the floor of the tent. "Exactly right. I have heard tales of your race's particular... methods of birth." The man cleared his throat, and hid the coloring of his bearded cheeks under his hand. "I need soldiers to fill out the ranks of my garrison, and you need an advocate in the human court. 'Twould only benefit the both of us, don't you think?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 2 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # Roderick's Predicament [align left] As Roderick struggled against his bindings, teeth clenching down onto the foul-tasting cloth stuffed in his mouth as an impromptu gag, he considered how his life had gone so terribly wrong. He'd lived a rather comfortable life as a hunter for his village, up until that moment. Many lives had depended on his tracking and trapping skills, and he'd even managed to become a bit of a celebrity for his abilities. It helped that--not to toot his own horn--he was pretty attractive, and so often had his pick of the local beauties with which to share his bed after a long day in the forests. It was his damned sense of duty that got him in the end. When he'd seen the tracks of an orcish scouting party, he couldn't stop himself from following it; orcs could only mean trouble for the village, and if he could get a count of their numbers and an idea of their interest in the village, he could warn the garrison and prevent a raid. He'd be a hero, and if he wasn't currently the most eligible bachelor in town, saving everyone from an attack by the greenskin barbarians would certainly cement his status. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # The Broodmare [align left] The attack came like an earthquake--sudden, swift, and impossible to divert. The watchmen had barely sounded the alarm before the horde burst through the gates of the outpost, rushing forward with roars of bloodlust. Though the dwarves prided themselves on the craftsmanship of their defenses and the single-minded efficiency of their military might, the sheer difference in numbers decided the battle before it had begun. Bralin Stonefoot, commander and foreman of the southern dwarven mining outpost, struggled against his bonds as he looked to his fellow dwarves on his left and right. The entire population--40 fine dwarven men--had been stripped of their armor, weapons, and even clothing, and had been bound and gagged and made to kneel before the victorious horde in the center of the courtyard. Bralin thanked the gods that none of his men had been killed in the battle, and then turned his glare onto the raiding party; orcs, from one of the northern clans by the look of their fur-lined armor and boots. The plating looked heavy and hot for the climate, more suited to warming the body in the cold air of the north than for protection in the warm, humid climate of the south. Bralin shook away questions of what in the hells northern orcs were doing all the way down near their outpost as what he presumed to be the horde's leader sauntered forth. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # The Tale of Cumdump [align left] The horn sounded, cutting through the bustling thrum of the orc camp as the gates swung open. Boars young and old gathered to watch as the human entourage rode through, high above the orcish men on their mounts with their forms completely covered by their heavy armor. Ten soldiers in all, leading a bound, gagged, and chained prisoner on a horse of his own. Murmurs surged through the crowd as they recognized the human, even without his usual regalia. That blond, short-cropped hair and beard, slightly graying at the temples. Those icy blue eyes that darted over the gathered orcs as the expression on his face twisted into revulsion and rage. That was the human lord who 'owned' the lands on which the tribe had built their camp, and who had sent sorties of his own soldiers to drive the orcs off of it. But who were the others? The group of humans finally made their way to the center square of the camp, and their apparent leader dismounted and pulled his helmet off. His exotic features caused even more of a stir among the watching orcs as he turned and called out, "I request an audience with the chief of the Crawden River Tribe!" [[Previous Page->Chapter 5 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # Necessity and Need [align left] The crackling of the large campfires joined with the cackling and raucous laughter through the large clearing as the orcish raiding party celebrated. They'd hit a human fort earlier in the evening, bursting through the gates and rushing over the defenses for pure, exhilarating combat against the 'finest' soldiers in the land. Said soldiers had, indeed, put up a good fight--good enough to rout the barbarians and drive the raiding party off--but more than a few had been bested and grabbed up as the orcs took flight. That was what was being celebrated now: the new haul of men to be taken back to the tribe's main camp. However, one particular orc was more caught up in his thoughts than in celebration. Urzent looked the large group of human captives over--fine men who had been stripped of their armor and clothing and left bound and gagged and nearly-nude--and then to one human who had been tied up and left separated from the group, shivering and mewling to himself against a nearby tree. This other captive was younger than the others, beardless and weak, and had been caught up by one of Urzent's men during the retreat; none of the other orcs had come forth to take responsibility for the mix-up, every one of them eyeing each other and remaining silent when Urzent had roared for an explanation, and so it fell to him as leader of this particular raiding party to do so. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.2]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # Life in the Tribe [align left] Comfort. Security. Warmth. As his mind drifted up from the depths of slumber, he found himself wrapped in a heavy, shifting, breathing blanket of those sensations. He dozed, eyes remaining shut as he breathed in and out. Musk. Raunch. The thick funk of every combined scent that a man's sweaty, nude body could produce multiplied many times over. His mates. He could feel a hot puff of breath over his wriggling toes, and a broad, flat snout press against one of his soles. He could feel an arm, a leg, so many limbs slung over his body as he laid in a tangle of grunting, snoring, sleeping men. He felt lips against his manhood--wrapping around to suckle on the soft, but quickly plumping shaft--and a tongue eagerly explore into the nooks and crannies of his foreskinned tip, and he reached down to stroke through a sleep-mussed tangle of greasy, short-cropped hair. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.2]]

config.style.page.font: "Iowan Old Style/Constantia/Georgia/serif 18" config.style.page.color: "rgb(95, 75, 50, 1.0) on rgb(251, 240, 217, 1.0)" config.style.page.link.font: "underline" config.style.page.link.color: "gray-9" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "gray-7" config.style.page.link.active.color: "green-8 on green-0" config.footer.right: "[[Table of Contents->Chapter Select]]" config.style.page.header.font: "16" config.style.page.header.link.font: "small caps" config.style.page.footer.font: "16" config.style.page.footer.link.font: "small caps" -- [align center] {embed image: 'images/cover_art.png', alt: "Figure shows two orcs looking down to the viewer."} _by [[Nemo69.->https://nemo0690.sofurry.com/]]_ [[Preface]] [[Table of Contents->Chapter Select]] [[Commission Information->https://nemo0690.itch.io/orc-breeding/devlog/164156/commission-info-for-nemo0690]] [[Credits]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # About the Author {embed image: 'images/nemo.png', alt: "Illustration shows a smiling shark looking towards the camera.'"} [align left] Orc Breeding is a collection of erotic fiction by Nemo0690. A writer and enthusiast of all things gay and smutty, Nemo loves to create stories that make his readers happy. From chan threads, to SoFurry, and now to itch.io, he hopes to spread his writings to those who enjoy them. You can find more of Nemo's writing on his <a href="https://nemo0690.sofurry.com/" target="_blank">SoFurry page </a>. He is available for writing commissions — you can find out more about it [[here.->https://nemo0690.itch.io/orc-breeding/devlog/164156/commission-info-for-nemo0690]] [align center] # Additional Credits [align left] Production and Preface by MinoAnon. Illustrations by nanoff. Cover art by GigaSaddle. Special thanks to the Twine Discord server for troubleshooting and technical assistance. [align center] [[Return to Table of Contents->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # An Example For His Men {embed image: 'images/illustration1.png', alt: "Figure one shows an orc chieftain's tent. It's made out of leather and cloth, held up by spears staked into the ground and a central wooden log. On top of the log is a mammoth's skull. Figure two shows a naked orc handling a captive human. The orc has a beard, his chest is covered in hair, his shoulded is bandaged. The human is bound and kneeling with his side to the orc."} [align left] In this tale, a human village is raided and the garrison is captured by the orcish raiding party to be taken back to the tribe camp, where they are received with the orcs' musky, rough hospitality. It won't be long before Rolf, the once-unwilling prisoner, finds himself enjoying his captor's scent as he is pressed against the orcish brute’s body. He will become intimately familiar with the orc — his broad chest, his dank armpits, thick feet, hairy ass and, of course, his virile dick. This story contains brief mentions of incest, male pregnancy and watersports. [align center] [[Read Story From Start->Chapter 1]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 1.5]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # The Alliance {embed image: 'images/illustration2.png', alt: "Figure three shows an orc in the act of breeding. There is a human laying on the ground while the orc crouches, with his back to the man, fucking himself on the helpless human's dick."} [align left] In this tale of an alliance forged between a human barony and an orcish tribe, Simon--the bodyguard of his Lordship Edward of Soucester--finds himself becoming the reluctant mate of the orcish chief. In order to breed strong, capable soldiers for his lordship, Simon will have to learn to love the brute’s hairy, sweaty, pungent body -- as much as the chief loves the human’s large, virile cock. This story contains *mentions* of male pregnancy. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 2]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 2.7]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Roderick's Predicament {embed image: 'images/illustration3.png', alt: "Figure four shows a naked orc, looking to the side. He has a ponytail. Figure five shows a bald orc wearing makeshift armor."} [align left] In this tale, a human hunter finds himself the bound, gagged, and unwilling guest of a trio of orcs. The small scouting party has plans for their helpless captive -- plans that involve holding a contest to see who can pleasure the virgin man’s impressively-virile cock the best. They suck him off, they ride him, and they each plot to come out on top in this powerbottoming competition. It’s winner take all in this contest of hard, raunchy sex, and despite himself Roderick just might find himself enjoying being the prize. This story contains *brief mentions* of male pregnancy. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 3]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 3.5]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # The Broodmare {embed image: 'images/illustration4.png', alt: "Figure six shows a naked captive dwarf. He's gagged, his hands are bound with cloth."} [align left] In this tale, a dwarven mining outpost is overrun by a sweaty, pent-up orcish raiding party, who have many plans for their defenseless captives. Bralin Stonefoot, the foreman of the outpost, finds himself the center of attention as Rezzug, captain of the raiding party, strips, binds and humiliates him in front of his men and Bralin’s. But as he’s groped and fucked by the orcs in turn, it seems to become clear that Bralin’s a little bit too into the orc’s plans for hard, raunchy rutting... This story contains *mentions* of male pregnancy. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 4]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 4.4]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # The Tale of Cumdump {embed image: 'images/illustration5.png', alt: "Figure seven shows orcs publicly shaming a captive human. The man is bent over and locked in a pillory. An orc fucks his mouth, the other fucks him from behind.'"} [align left] In this tale, the conquering army of the Kingdom of Cresia pays a visit to the orcish Lowland River tribe bearing a gift for the chieftain: the captive Lord Crawden of the Crawden River Province. The orc’s hated enemy is bound, gagged and left in the vengeful hands of both the orcs and his Cresian captors. Working together, the Cresian general and the orc chief come up with a plan to humiliate and break Crawden into the tribe’s willing cumdump, forging an alliance between their two forces along the way; though they have their work cut out for them forcing their big, sweaty bodies on the former lord as their men look on. This story contains *heavy BDSM themes,* including humiliation, watersports, and nonconsensual sex. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 5]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 5.4]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Necessity and Need {embed image: 'images/illustration6.png', alt: "Figure eight shows a grizzled, battle-scarred orc sitting on a log with a young man sitting on his lap. Below the image the artist scrawled 'Orc adopting captive.'"} [align left] In this tale, a successful orcish raid on a human fort has produced a nice haul of fine, strong, burly men--and one defenseless young man who got caught up along with the other soldiers. Urzent, the leader of the orcs, must now take responsibility for the care of this young, reluctant captive: making the lad comfortable with the orc brute’s muscular, hairy, pungent body. Perhaps as they lay together and learn more about each other, the old orc and the young, virgin human can find something in each other that they both need. This story contains *themes and mentions* of both semi-incest and incest. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 6]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 6.4]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Life in the Tribe {embed image: 'images/illustration7.png', alt: "Figure nine shows an orc family — on the left a fullblood orc sire, on the right the human father and between the two of them, sheepishly smiling, is their half-blood son.'"} [align left] In this tale, we revisit Rolf after his capture and induction into the orc tribe by Gurzz in An Example For His Men. Rolf has settled into his place -- surrounded by a harem of sweaty, musky, naked men, and bending over for any orcish, human, or half-orc cock that comes his way. And with the birth of his and Gurzz’s son, Ragg, Rolf discovers just what it means to be a musk-huffing, cum-guzzling, raunchy family in the orc tribe. This story contains *heavy themes* of incest, watersports, and male pregnancy. [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 7]] "Jump Straight to Sex" disabled due to excessive sex. [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- The cuffs bolted around his wrists rattled as he looked for the orcs who'd been ordered to carry the captive humans' armor and weapons. A grimace crossed the captain's grizzled face when he recalled the way the orcs had stripped him and his men down to just their undergarments--and, oddly, their boots--the barbarians' grabbing hands everywhere on the humans' bared bodies as the prisoners were chained in formation. Rolf's cheeks burned in indignation as he remembered how a few wandering hands dipped below his drawers to grope his firm flanks and sweat-soaked crotch. A growl escaped his throat when he finally caught sight of what he was looking for: the glinting of his men's equipment in the arms of the orcs at the very back of the company. So much for that plan. "Oy, eyes fo'ward!" Rolf's breath was forced out of his lungs in a strangled huff as the butt of an orcish spear was jabbed into his gut. He staggered, struggling to remain on his feet, and glowered up into the eyes of the barbarian captain. Everything about the leader of the war band was massive, from the tusks curving up from his lower jaw to the muscles that bunched and flexed under the leather straps of his armor and furs--correction, that was the orc's thick, black body hair, which had apparently gotten the idea to grow everywhere save for the top of his head. The orc captain smirked, and the mockery in his deep, drawling voice set Rolf's teeth on edge. "Dat's wot I likes ta see, dat fire in the new meat's eyes. Makes it funner ta break 'em in." He grabbed the scruff of Rolf's neck to pull him to his feet, and then sent the human stumbling again with a hard clap on Rolf's back. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- Rolf's face twisted into another snarl and burned in humiliation at the guffawing laughter of the orcs watching their leader. He drew himself up defiantly, chest out and chin high with his eyes firmly forward as he marched. He wouldn't give these brutish barbarians the satisfaction of getting under his skin; even in defeat, he had to set an example for his men. A loud cheer arose from the orcs at the front of the line as they finally caught sight of their clan's camp. High wooden walls topped with cruel-looking stakes rose up from the plain, decorated with animal skins, bestial skulls, and orcish runes painted in a worryingly-red tint. A murmur of trepidation ran through the chained men, and even Rolf couldn't stop a shudder running down his spine as their captors lead them through the gates to the celebratory sound of drums and horns. A thick funk hung heavily in the air of the camp, a mixture of roasting meat, sweat, and masculine musk. The other orcs of the clan watched as the raiding party paraded down a long 'street' lined with animal-skin tents to the center of the camp, and Rolf was relieved to see humans mixed in among the crowd, apparently being held captive as well. However, any hope of rousing them to aid in an escape died when he noticed the men mingling comfortably with the orcs, arm-in-arm with the barbarians and gazing over the new arrivals with the same hungry light in their eyes. Even more worrisome to the captive captain was the fact that every man--and it seemed the clan was made up entirely of men, not a single female in sight--both human and orc was almost entirely nude. Save for a pair of fur-lined boots that every member of the clan wore, their hairy, muscular bodies were displayed shamelessly. Rolf noticed that a few males had strangely round, taut guts that they seemed to carry with gleeful pride. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- The raiding party led the human captives into the center of the camp, and the audience followed behind to gather around and close off any possible means of escape. An older orc, hair silvered and tusks yellowed with age, sauntered out of the massive tent before them, his massive body still heavily muscled and his plump, virile-looking manhood swaying between his tree-trunk thighs. Rolf shuddered once more as the elder orc let his wandering gaze pass over the lined-up captives, and then turned to the orc captain with a proud smile. "Looks like ya brought lotsa new meat back ta camp dis time, Gurzz. Good work!" "Chief Urtz," the orc captain rumbled in return. His own tusked mouth opened into a broad grin as he casually strolled forward, pressed his sweaty body against Urtz's, and pulled the orc chieftain into a deep kiss. The human captives murmured in mixed shock and disgust at the display, watching as the two males' tusks ground together while their lips and tongues worked hungrily against each other. When the kiss finally parted amidst the whooping and cat-calling of the horde, Gurzz slung his arm over the chief's shoulders and led him forward to examine the raiding party's spoils of war. The barbarian captain nodded to his waiting men and, with a guttural commanded, shouted at the other orcs to "Strip 'em!" [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- Rolf and his men didn't even have time to shout in protest as the eager orcs fell onto them, tugging at the captives' drawers and tearing them off to expose the remainder of their bodies to the watching crowd. Faces burning in indignation, the human soldiers could only stand and wriggle defiantly as they were groped, prodded, and pushed around by the victors once more. Rolf gasped as he felt a large, calloused hand close down around his ballsack, and glared up into Gurzz's eyes once more. "Dey put up a damn good fight. Dis one got me real good." The orc captain gestured with his free hand to a bandaged wound in his shoulder, a deep gouge from Rolf's sword; Rolf's satisfaction from wounding the barbarian was dampened by the pride with which Gurzz showed it off. "Fuckin' nice." Rolf got a closer look of the chief and Gurzz mashing their lips together as Urtz pulled the captain into another deep kiss. "E'll make a damn fine mate fer ya. And ye'll make a damn fine chief when I finally kick da bucket." With a hearty guffaw, Urtz gave Gurzz' firm ass a smack that rang through the encampment. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- "Fuck!" Gurzz's eyes fluttered and his cheeks darkened, and then he reached back to grope the older orc's own plump, hair-coated ass in return. He rubbed and squeezed the flesh, making the chief's cock pulse and dribble as it grew fat and hard with arousal. "We's got plenty a' years afore then. N' me n' me mates got plenty more loads ta pump inta ya." His voice dropped into a low, husky murmur with that last sentence. "Mm, ye've been lovin' me cunt since the day I pushed ya outta it, aint'cha?" Rolf blinked, mind still reeling too hard at the debauchery he'd already witnessed to wonder at that, and then set his face back into a scowl as the two orcs turned their heads to give him matching grins. "Alright, ya lot, ya know how dis goes! Me boy gets first pick, n' the rest are yers ta split up between yas!" The chief's proclamation was met with a rousing cheer from the war band. Gurzz immediately moved forward to start undoing the bolts of Rolf's shackles. "Dis one's mine." Rolf waited for the heavy irons to fall to the ground between his booted feet to make his move, but before he could strike at Gurzz, the barbarian captain's hand grabbed Rolf's head and forced the human's face into the thick hair of the orc's dank, stinking armpit. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- Rolf struggled, holding his breath against the assault of Gurzz's ripe musk as he punched at the orc's abdomen and squirmed in his grasp. The orc captain merely grunted and chuckled as he kept Rolf's head firmly in place under his arm. Rolf's lungs began to burn with the exertion of fighting against his captor's grip, until he finally couldn't resist anymore. He took a deep, gasping breath, and his aching lungs were filled not with sweet air, but the reek of Gurzz's unwashed body. "Dat's it, take a good, deep whiff. 'S the only thing ye'll be breathin' fer a while." Gurzz's voice was filled with mocking tenderness as he rubbed Rolf's face against the sweaty flesh of his pit. The human's knees grew weak as he was forced to breathe in, feeling the orc's heady stench burning his nostrils and tasting the salt of Gurzz's sweat on his lips. This, of course, made it easy for the barbarian captain to drag his prize through the camp towards his own large tent. Rolf gasped as he was finally pulled out of Gurzz's armpit, and grunted as he was sent sprawling onto a pile of furs by a rough shove. He panted, trying to get the stink of the orc out of his nose as he looked around wildly for some kind of escape. Of course, the only way out was blocked by Gurzz's massive form. The orc grinned down at the human and began to strip his armor off, almost making a show of it; each leather strap, bracer, and plate was slowly removed in a manner that emphasized Gurzz's every flexing muscle. Rolf's face flushed again, indignant as the barbarian gave the human a flirtatious wink and untied the knot of his loincloth to finally bare himself completely. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- "Like wot'cha see, do ya?" The human found his gaze unconsciously running over the orc's body as he showed it off proudly, turning this way and that while keeping himself between Rolf and the exit of the tent. The barbarian captain was certainly a fine example of masculinity--taut muscles covered with a healthy layer of fat and lustrous hair easily demonstrated his strength, and the scars crisscrossing Gurzz's body told of his experience in combat. Were it not for the green hue of his skin and the monstrous tusks arcing from the pronounced lower jaw of his bestial visage, Rolf would say he'd be proud to fight alongside a man like Gurzz. Of course, instead, the human scowled at his barbarous enemy and refused to dignify the orc with a response. Gurzz laughed and turned back to fully face the human. His thick fingers scratched at the heavy, pendulous sack hanging like an obscene fruit between his thighs, and Rolf grimaced as the barbarian brought the digits to his nose to give them a few quick sniffs. However, the human did give the orc's manhood a reluctantly-curious appraisal. Rolf had seen many penises in his service--camaraderie between soldiers often led to a relaxation of modesty in the barracks, and long, dusty sorties were only made bearable with the occasional 'understanding' between men--but the barbarian captain's cock was the largest he'd ever seen. It was long, fat, and veiny, with a plump foreskin that was surely the source of that embarrassingly-familiar fishy undertone to the musk slowly filling the stale air of the tent. "Wot, cat got'cher tongue?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- Rolf was shaken out of his thoughts by Gurzz's ribbing, and jerked his gaze away from the orc's hairy crotch to glare up at him. "Right, den." Gurzz's lips twisted into another broad grin as he pulled his boots off--using the toe of one to tug at the heel of the other--and stalked towards Rolf like a predator that had finally cornered its prey. "I thinks wot'cha need is a closer look." The human watched the orc carefully as he approached, already thinking of ways to subdue the brute and make his escape. His eyes raked over Gurzz's--admittedly not unpleasant-looking--body, searching out possible weak points. He snarled at the orc, readying himself as Gurzz grew close. But before he could act, his train of thought was scattered by the barbarian lifting one leg and pressing the sole of his foot to the human's face. Rolf struggled as the powerful limb forced his head back against the furs on the floor, trapping him in yet another musky embrace. The orc's foot was sweaty from days of being confined in his boot, the scent pungent and spicy as Rolf was forced to breathe it in. "Get off!" Rolf grasped the orc's ankle and tried to lift Gurzz's foot off as the barbarian captain put his entire weight onto it. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- "Har, so ye can speak. Good." Gurzz's grin only widened as he forced Rolf's nose into the reeking ridge of his toes. "Means I can hear ya beggin' ta huff me stink. Go on, give 'em a lick. Me feet're achin' from da march, n' need a nice cleanin'." The human gagged at the mere implication and tried to hold breath against the onslaught, but once again it was only a matter of time before the burning ache in his lungs made it impossible to stop from filling them with the ripe scent. He groaned as his head swam once more under the assault of the orcish musk, and it was only when Gurzz pulled his foot away with a low chuckle that Rolf realized his mouth had fallen open and his tongue had pressed against the sweaty flesh. With a cough, Rolf spat and glared at Gurzz, trying to scrape the salty taste from his tongue with his teeth. "You'll pay for that, orc!" "Aw, c'mon, don't tell me ya didn't like it." Gurzz squatted down next to Rolf and, before the human could think to drive his fingers into the orc's jeering eyes, gave Rolf's leaking erection a sharp flick. "Dis guy seemed ta like it plenty." Rolf stared in horror at his crotch, seeing the stiff manhood rising from between his thighs pulsing and slowly leaking precum onto his own hair-coated belly. He'd grown hard under Gurzz's heel. His mind reeled as he scrambled to deny the orc's insinuation, but the burning of his cheeks and the throbbing of his cock couldn't be ignored. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- The human gasped and let out a low hiss as Gurzz' hand closed down around his balls. "Don' worry, mate." Again, the orc's voice was filled with mocking tenderness. "Dere's plenty more where dat came from." Rolf struggled however he could as Gurzz's other hand pressed on his chest, forcing the human back down onto the fur floor of the tent, but his limbs shook at the betrayal of his own body. Thoughts and sensations not his own assaulted his swimming mind, and before he realized it Gurzz had shifted to straddle his chest. "No." The word came out as a hoarse whimper as Rolf stared in horror at the orc's hairy backside, watching it descend upon him like an executioner's axe. "Oy, no complainin'! You din't tink me feet were the only part 'a me that needed a bath, did'ja?" Gurzz let out a hearty guffaw, and dropped his ass down onto Rolf's face, completely burying it in the dank, sweaty, furry cleft. "Come on, den. Use yer tongue ta gi' me arse a right proper washin'!" The smell of the Gurzz's ass was strong, raunchy, but not foul--Rolf was grateful for that at least. He bucked under the orc, trying to push the barbarian off, but that just made Gurzz guffaw and rock his hips right back against Rolf's face, pinning the human with the orc's full weight. A sharp squeeze of his ballsack made the human gasp, and again Rolf's abused lungs were filled with the earthy reek of the barbarian captain. Rolf was well-acquainted with the rich, masculine smell of a man's body--long sorties and guard duty left little time to bathe, and so the barracks and tents of the human captain's company were often filled with the ripe aroma of manhood. However, this was something else entirely. The spicy musk tainting every labored breath made Rolf's head swim and sent pulses of heat to his leaking erection. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- He didn't realize his lips had fallen open and his tongue had instinctively moved out to brush through the hair-filled ass crack until it touched the slick pucker buried within. Rolf let out a strangled groan at the gamey taste staining his tongue, but had nowhere else to hide it; the orc's flavor had already seeped into his mouth, the sweat and acrid oil caught in Gurzz's cleft mingling with the human's saliva. Rolf could only work his tongue over the wrinkled flesh, down to the orc's taint and up through the dank crack. He wasn't enjoying this. The throbbing in his cock meant nothing. The puddle of precum growing on his stomach meant nothing. His neck straining as he shoved his face deeper into the orc's backside, huffing Gurzz's scent and lapping over the pungent flesh, meant nothing. Rolf panted harshly as Gurrz finally lifted off of him, freeing the human from the prison of the barbarian captain's body. He stared upward, lying bonelessly on the soft furs beneath him. He could feel the dampness smeared over his face, wetting his burning cheeks. Shame and arousal mingled in his shattered thoughts as he met the orc's gaze. Gurzz's grin was wide and jeering as he looked over the debased human. "Dere ya go, dat's much betta, innit?" He reached back, running a finger through his sweat-and-saliva-soaked crack, and brought the digit to his broad, snout-like nose to sniff at it. "Feels nice ta get a propa cleanin' after a raid. But'cha ain't finished yet." His gaze dropped downward, and Rolf's eyes followed until they locked onto the orc's erection. Thick precum filled the ample foreskin and freely ran down the fat, veiny shaft to catch in Gurzz's furry pubes. The human couldn't help comparing the size of his own cock to the gargantuan manhood before him, and his cheeks burned all the hotter at the difference. A small, private part of Rolf had always prided itself on his satisfactory size, but the barbarian looming over him was half again as long. And the difference in their girths wasn't even worth comparing. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- That thick breeding tool smacked heavily against Rolf's flushed cheek, sending gooey pre splashing across the human's lips and a toe-curling throb through his own erection. Rolf gasped and breathed in the heady aroma of Gurzz's crotch, and of its own accord his head tilted to let his lips meet the sweaty flesh. "Dat's it, get nice n' cozy wit it. Dat's da cock dat's gonna be breedin' yer cunt from now on." Any resistance the human had put up until then was completely absent as the plump, foreskin-coated head pressed against and finally through Rolf's parted lips. Rolf could only groan and gag as the orc's cock slid into his mouth, grinding on his soiled tongue and straining his jaw with its expanse. "Yeah, gonna breed'ja good, human. Get'cher guts filled wit me seed 'till yer pumpin' sons out fer me." Gurzz huffed like a horny beast and ground Rolf's face into his crotch as he rocked back and forth. "Mmf! Yeah, yer gonna make a fine fuckin' mate. Nice n'strong, n'know yer place on me dick." Gurzz was completely vulnerable as he lost himself to his lustful ramblings. Rolf's gaze was filled with the barbarian's swinging balls--it would be so easy to grab them, strike them, twist them and send the orc staggering with pain. He could bite down on the strongly-flavored manhood violating his mouth; make sure the orc wouldn't be able to force his depravity on any more human captives. But as Gurzz's cock worked into his mouth and gradually pushed down his throat, Rolf found his will to fight draining away. Every rough thrust, every smack of the orc's balls on his face, every whiff of the barbarian's musk left the human reeling. He began to lose track of time, his entire world narrowing down to a pair of pulsing, dribbling, pleasure-filled cocks--one sinking into his open mouth, caressed by Rolf's working lips and tongue, and the other bouncing and smacking on Rolf's belly with every involuntary rock of his own hips. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- Thick, sticky warmth pumping down his throat to settle heavily in his gut as Gurzz roared out his orgasm finally yanked Rolf out of his dreamy stupor. The human could only groan and keep his jaw slack as he waited for his captor to withdraw his softening cock. When the orc finally did, making sure to smear the last few dribbles if his seed over Rolf's lips, the human lifted his weary gaze to once more meet the orc's. "Har... ya like dat?" Gurzz took the Rolf's silence as agreement, and gave the human's burning cheek a derisive pat and his smut-coated lips a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good, 'cause we's gonna keep at it 'till ya love it." The orc was true to his word. Days passed, filled with Rolf being forced to explore every sweaty, unwashed inch of Gurzz's body again and again. The human's tongue and lips grew very familiar with the scents and tastes of the orc's sweaty soles and toes, the dank pits under his arms, the cleft of his ass, and his musky crotch, cock, and balls. Rolf's only respite were the breaks the two took to sleep, gorge themselves on roasted meat and sweet mead, and to clean and relieve themselves; though Gurzz was often impatient, and Rolf lost count of the times he found himself choking down the orc's briny, full-bodied piss along with his seed. At least Gurzz was generous enough to return the favor with a genial grin and a flirtatious wink. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- One area in which the orc was strangely patient, though, was his own exploration of Rolf's body. For all his talk of "breedin' yer cunt good 'n full like da broodmare ya are" in the heat of the moment, he would only probe the human's own tight ass with a finger while fucking Rolf's mouth and throat. Gurzz seemed similarly eager to shove his nose and tongue into every nook and cranny of Rolf's body as it was disciplined to respond to his touch, but he only gradually began to focus on the human's ass as time went on. First a finger probing Rolf's depths, and then two, and then he bent Rolf over to eat the human out like a man enjoying the most decadent meal of his life. When the time finally came to feel that massive cock inside of him, Rolf found himself eager for it. He didn't cum the first time Gurzz fucked him, or the second time, but he did reach down to pleasure his own erection as it bounced with every slamming thrust from the orc. And when he finally did cum one sweaty night, feeling Gurzz's burly arms wrapped around him and the orc's firm chest on his back, Rolf finally gave in to his captor completely. During a raucous celebration of the human accepting his new place in the clan, Rolf was introduced to Gurzz's other mate's--husbands, he finally came to understand. The barbarian captain had accumulated a good-sized harem of formerly-captive humans, pureblood orcs, and hybrids--many of whom he'd sired himself, Gurzz had boasted proudly while slinging his arms around them and giving them all plenty of amorous fondling and groping. All of them were strong, virile, and very eager to welcome their new fellow mate at last. The celebration lasted long into the night, Rolf exploring and being explored, rutting and being rutted, and finally settling into a sweaty, sated pile with his mates as the morning sun filtered into their tent. [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 1.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- The day soon came for Rolf to wander the camp with Gurzz, which the two did arm-in-arm like longtime bosom companions. As the former human captain gazed around, he found himself recognizing many of the men from his former company fraternizing with mates of their own. He traded knowing smiles and flirtatious glances with them as he and Gurzz passed; they had all come to accept their new lives, and not a single one entertained thoughts of leaving. Why would they? Gurzz pulled Rolf aside to settle near one of the fires, and the human leaned in to whisper a devious idea that had struck him suddenly into his mate's ear. Rather than sitting near the flames, Rolf prostrated himself on his back and reached down to fondle himself while giving Gurzz a lusty grin. He was met with a matching smile and a guffaw from the orc, who quickly moved to straddle his chest. Rolf made sure that the former members of his company who were nearby were watching, and then reached up to grasp Gurzz's hips and pulled the orc down to sit fully on his face; even in the tender licentiousness of their new life, he had to set an example for his men. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 1.15]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- Tugg let out another thoughtful hum; what the human was saying made sense. There'd been human troops encroaching on his clan's lands for at least ten moons, and it was only a matter of time before some idiot sparked the powder keg. The orc chieftain had less than no respect for the way humans used their 'influence' and 'authority' with each other--in the orcish tribes, you either proved your strength or became the cumdump of some rival clan leader--but he was also not stupid. He knew that an army of a thousand human soldiers was stronger--in numbers if nothing else--than his tribe of a few hundred or so, and having a human willing to stick his neck out for him was worth more than those few hundred boars being killed in a senseless fight. A tap on the head of the orc fellating him made the tribesman pull off of his chief's manhood, leaving the fat shaft to pulse and dribble between Tugg's spread thighs. The barbarian chief felt a smirk stretching his lips around his long tusks as the human noble's face turned a cute shade of red at the sight; it was always a laugh to make the humans who visited the clan camp, willingly or otherwise, flush in embarrassment with a display of his virility. He handed off the hock of meat he'd been eating to the panting boar, telling his fellow orc to, "Suck on dat fer a while." As the tribesman bowed his thanks and scarpered off into the recesses of the tent, Chief Tugg turned his yellow gaze back to his guest. "Alright, we's got a deal. So, who's da lucky bastard what gets to breed an orc chieftain?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- The human puffed himself up on top of his cushion, trying to affect a regal posture--though Tugg could plainly see the human's tongue dart over his lips and his eyes sink downwards to the orc's thick manhood. The orc chief's smirk widened as he grasped his shaft and gave it a few strokes, rolling the ample foreskin over the plump, dark-olive head. He didn't have as much length as some of his fellow orcs, but even if he preferred it up the ass his virile cock had sired more than its fair share of boars. "Well?" "Ah, yes." The human noble cleared his throat. "As the scion of the esteemed Harcourt family, whose ancestors have ruled this barony for many years, it is my duty to offer my noble seed in the name of forging our alliance." Tugg snorted, and barely stopped himself from bursting into laughter. Even under all of his guest's finery, the orc could tell that the human's bulk was all flab and no muscle; a good plaything, maybe, but worthless as breeding stock. "Beggin' yer pardon, but if it's soldiers ya want, I'll need some'un stronger ta work with." The orc's gaze slid over to the human who had been standing like a statue behind the noble's right shoulder the entire meeting with his eyes firmly locked onto the shadows dancing on the tent wall. Tugg ignored his guest's insulted spluttering as he examined the other human--a bodyguard, there only as a formality, the noble had introduced him as with a dismissive wave of his hand. A well-trimmed beard followed the bodyguard's strong jaw line, and dark hair fell to his pauldroned shoulders in loose curls. What the orc could see of the man's frame under his armor looked pleasantly strong and firm, a stark contrast to his master. "'Im." [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- "Him?" The noble craned his neck to glance up at the other human, and the bodyguard blinked as his professionally-blank expression broke for a moment. "Ya can stick around n' suck me dick while he breeds me cunt." Tugg grinned and waggled his dribbling erection at his guest. The noble let out a haughty sniff and rose to his feet, making a show of brushing himself off; his face twisted and reddened at the guffawing from the barbarian chieftain at the sight of the painfully-obvious bulge of his crotch. He stalked to the entrance to the tent, snapping a few orders to the attendants outside--one of whom rushed in to spirit away the noble's cushion--and then glared to Chief Tugg. "I shall take a moment outside with him to remind him of his duty. Simon?" "At once, Lord Edward." The bodyguard, Simon, gave his superior a bow and moved to follow the noble out of the tent. The firm set of his lips was the only flaw in his mask of stony indifference. "Sure, take yer time. We got all fortnight." Tugg grunted and waved dismissively to the humans. He hummed, laying back on the animal-fur floor and reaching down to tease a thick fingertip over the pucker between his firm, furry asscheeks. Something told him that he was going to enjoy this alliance. "Oy, Garr! Get back over here--got some'n ta help ya wash dat meat down!" [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- Simon stood to attention by the entrance to the barbarian chief's tent, his attention divided between watching the orcs sitting by and glancing at the human entourage and listening to his lordship's tirade. He'd made his displeasure of the greenskins perfectly clear to his subordinates, but knew better than to comment to Lord Edward about how difficult a prospect dealing with the barbarians would be; the satisfaction of saying 'I told you so' was not worth the stay in the dungeons that would certainly follow. "How dare he?! 'Someone stronger to work with', indeed!" Simon glanced over to watch his lordship pacing along the path in front of the tent and ranting more like a jilted debutante than a noble of such an esteemed family. The bodyguard also knew better than to comment on his lordship's proclivities, but it was an open secret that one of the reasons the Baron of Soucester allowed this particular tribe onto his lands was his interest in the horde of burly, barbarously-underdressed men. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- "I've half mind to rally Estard and Alinbury to rout the entire stinking lot of them!" Simon allowed himself a quick roll of his eyes and a brief upward tick of one corner of his lips--that was what he'd planned to do from the start, once this 'alliance' talk inevitably faltered--but quickly schooled his face back into its dutiful mask as Lord Edward turned his ire onto the bodyguard. The noble's finger jabbed into the metal of Simon's chest plate with a dull, ringing thud. "Listen, I've a very important job for you. Give. Me. Soldiers." Each word was punctuated with another rough prod. "I don't care what he asks you to do. I don't care how you need to do it. Do whatever you need to do to keep this 'alliance', and fill out our ranks. Do. You. Understand." Simon made sure to keep his reluctance off of his face as he nodded. "Good. I will await word within the fortnight." Lord Edward turned to stalk away towards the horses, the rest of his lordship's entourage following and leaving Simon behind. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- Simon stood outside the orc chieftain's tent, watching as Lord Edward and his soldiers left, and lingering outside long afterwards. He breathed in the stench of the orcs' camp, struggling to keep his stony expression on his face as he looked over the mingling men--not a single one had any shame or civilized decency, displaying their nudity and gorging themselves and rutting like animals. With a long-suffering sigh, the human turned and marched into the tent, finding Chieftain Tugg splayed on a pile of furs as his own attendant suckled on his cock. "Oh, 'Dere y'are. Thought'cha got lost." The orc's lips stretched into a broad grin as he bucked up into his subordinates working mouth. Simon could see the chief's heavy, full ballsack grinding on the other orc's chin, and hear the choking and gulping as Chief Tugg dumped a load of cum down his throat. "Mmf, dat's fuckin' good." Simon couldn't keep the disgust off his face any longer as the subordinate orc was pulled off of his chief's saliva-slickened manhood, seed dribbling down his chin, and given a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. "Must you do that while I'm here?" "'Course! How else're ya s'pposed ta get in da mood?" The orc chief let out a loud guffaw and slapped his subordinate on the ass, the sharp sound ringing through the tent over the boar's low moan. The subordinate orc scrambled off, leaving Chief Tugg to sit up and give the human an expectant look. "Well? We doin' dis or wot?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- After a final moment of reluctance, the human nodded sharply and began to strip off his armor with trained efficiency. His bracers and pauldrons came off first, followed by his chest plate. "I suppose we must, as my lord has commanded it." Simon bent down to set his armor on the floor, and then began to work his greaves and boots off. "But do not get any ideas, greenskin. I do not share my lord's faith in your barbarous kind, and would much rather my men drive your from our lands and-" He stood, and came face-to-chest with the orc chieftain. Simon jerked back, feeling the old, familiar tensing of his limbs, and glared up into the barbarian's grinning face. "Ah c'mon, it ain't so bad. Ya don't have to go on n' on like a grey-haired grandsire complainin' bout 'is back." The orc slung an arm around Simon's tunicked shoulders, making them tense further and eliciting a low grunt from the human as the smell of the chief's body became apparent. Simon had attempted to close his nose as best as he could to the spicy, earthy musk filling the air of the tent, but this close it was a struggle to not have it taint every lungful of breath. Tugg's other hand came up to fondle Simon's chest in apparent approval of the man's muscular form. "Why don' we get dis' off'a ya so we can 'ave some real fun, aye?" "This is not 'fun' for me." Simon shook the orc's arm off of his shoulders and stepped back as he reached down to pull his tunic off. The long journey and the hot air trapped in the chief's tent had left the human's torso slick with sweat that dewed in the dark swirls of hair on his chest and under his arms. He ignored the feeling of the orc's eyes raking over his bare upper body as he reached down to work his trousers open. "This is duty, and nothing more." [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- Chief Tugg grunted and surged forward, dropping to his knees and grasping Simon's hips in his meaty hands. "Boarshit. Ye jus' ain't lettin' dis be fun." He looked up to meet the human's eyes and slowly pressed his broad snout to the plump rise of the man's crotch. He rubbed his nose over it, breathing in the human's own rich, masculine musk and kneading Simon's sides. "What are you doing?" Simon's hand came down onto the crown of Tugg's head, trying to push the orc away, but a rough squeeze made him hiss and falter. "Makin' dis fun fer ya." With a roguish wink, the orc worked his fingers under the waist of Simon's trousers and, in one smooth tug, pulled them down to the human's ankles. Both Tugg and Simon gasped as the human's lower half was exposed; Simon at the feeling of his manhood suddenly being freed, and Tugg at how surprisingly hung the human was. Simon's shaft was thick and veiny, the pale tip peeking shyly out of his own plump foreskin, and the heavy orbs of Simon's balls looked to Tugg like they could pump out loads as virile as any orc boar's. "Oh, fuck yes." With those hoarse words, the orc chief buried his face in the human's crotch. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- Simon cursed under his breath and grasped the orc's head with both hands, caught between shoving the barbarian away and pressing him more firmly against the sensitive flesh between his legs. It had been a long time since Simon had a chance to make his rounds at the brothels--Lord Edward was very demanding of his bodyguards, and Simon had found what little free time he'd had completely drained away after his promotion--and so he was actually quite pent up. He closed his eyes tight, trying to ignore the feeling of Tugg's tusks on his hips, and tried to imagine that it was one of the brothel girls sending puffs of hot, humid air across his pulsing manhood. As it began to stiffen, the human's shaft was assaulted by a strong, questing tongue that swirled around the base and made long passes over the length of it. Simon felt rough lips rolling his foreskin back and pressing against his cock head, and a very masculine hand rolling his balls in their hairy sack. One of his subordinates, then--it was an open secret that the garrison indulged each other in those ways, and the low grunting and groaning from below matched the sounds he'd occasionally heard from the barracks. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- The loss of that lapping tongue and those working lips made him look down to meet Chief Tugg's gaze. "Why did you stop?" "Oh? Thought dis weren't no fun for ya." The orc gave Simon a smug smile and dragged his tongue from the base of the human's cock to the tip, swirling it around the fat head. His grin only widened as Simon's eyes fluttered and his knees shook. "I likes it when dey look in me eyes while I'm suckin' their dicks." "Fine, fine." Simon snarled and glared down at the orc chieftain. "Just... do it." "Do wot?" With a low chortle, Tugg wrapped his lips around the head of Simon's cock and gave it a sharp suckle. "Fuck! Suck it!" Simon clenched his teeth and growled out the words the orc apparently wanted to hear. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- Tugg let out a resonant hum, sending vibrations shooting up the human's shaft as it sank into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. With only a small grunt of effort, the orc hilted Simon's cock in his gullet and buried his nose in the wiry, sweaty, musky hair of Simon's pubes. The human's teeth ground together as his hands worked over Tugg's scalp, fisting and tugging at the orc's own long, dark hair. The barbarian chief's eyes shone in satisfaction as he looked up at the human's pleasure-twisted face, bobbing on the thick, girthy shaft. The thought of being bred by the human's virile tool made the orc let out a deep moan of his own, and reach back to play with the clenching rosebud between his asscheeks once more. He rocked his body in time with Simon's quickening thrusts--Chief Tugg was no stranger to a nice, hard facefucking--and grasped the human's own taut ass to slam Simon harder against his face. He took in deep breaths of the human's scent, growing familiar with his 'companion' for the next fortnight--or longer, if things worked out--while his own cock twitched and leaked beneath him with every eager sniff. Finally, when he had the human shuddering and panting with need, the orc chieftain pulled away and let the man collapse onto the animal-fur floor. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- "Fuck... why...?" Simon's words came out in sputtering gibbering as the pleasure from the orc chief's blowjob scattered his thoughts. "Much as I'd love ta have ya blow a nice fat load down me gullet, ye got yer duty ta do, don'tcha?" With another wink to the groaning mess of a man staring at him, Chief Tugg rolled over onto his hands and knees. He pushed his backside out, presenting like an animal for the human, and shot a teasing smirk over his shoulder while reaching back to pull one plump cheek aside. His reddened, loose pucker winked at Simon from within the dank, hair-filled cleft, and the orc's own massive balls bounced against his thighs as Tugg swayed his ass. "Breed me, human." Simon drew himself up, trying to scavenge the remains of his dignity even as he panted and groaned with the effort to not orgasm right there and then. His face was burning as he moved up behind the orc, falling to his knees and grasping desperately at the firm globes of the chief's ass. Simon couldn't deny the surge of satisfaction at hearing Tugg's smug chuckling drop into a deep, whimpering moan as he gave one of the hairy asscheeks a sharp slap. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- As the human looked down at the wriggling ass before him, working himself up to pushing forward into the winking hole grinding against the underside of his erection, the scent of the barbarian chief's body began to affect him. Simon had heard tales of men turned into rutting, lust-maddened animals by orc-boar musk, but had always disregarded them as the sick fantasies of greenskin-loving degenerates; but every lungful of the heady smell rising from the orc chieftain's sweat-slick flesh sank the human's racing thoughts beneath another crashing wave of arousal. Before he realized what he was doing, Simon had dipped down to bring his face closer to the dank cleft, searching out the source of that earthy, spicy scent. "Aw, fuck yeah. Get in dere..." Chief Tugg reached back to set a strong hand on the back of Simon's head and shove him deep into the raunchy crack. The human struggled only for a few moments before a deep breath of orcish musk made him moan out a humid breath over the orc's crotch. Simon's nose ground over Tugg's hole and down to the muggy expanse just behind the barbarian's ballsack, his cock throbbing and pulsing beneath him with every gasping breath. He couldn't stop his tongue from darting out to drag over the slick flesh, the gamey taste of orcish ass lingering in his mouth even as he finally pulled himself away. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- Neither man said a word, but both raised their voices in a chorus of pleasure when the plump head of Simon's cock popped past the orc's ring, and the human's shaft sank into Tugg's clinging back passage to the hilt. Simon cleared his throat, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you ready?" "Dis ain't me first time getting' bred." Tugg's words came out harsh and needy in between the orc's own panting. He looked over his shoulder, the fires of lust burning in his eyes and making the human flinch. "Quit stallin' and do yer duty, soldier. Fuck me hard n' deep already!" His voice rose into a desperate roar by the end of his sentence, and his inner walls clamped like a vice around Simon's pulsing cock. The human grit his teeth in a snarl, both in pain-pleasure at the pressure around his manhood and at the word 'duty' coming from the greenskin barbarian beneath him. For a moment it was the sneering, haughty face of Lord Edward looking up at him, and Simon's fingers sank deep into the orc chief's firm, fleshy flanks as his hands clenched. "As you wish." He slowly drew himself out of Chief Tugg's tight passage, and then slammed back in to the hilt. He gasped as his balls smacked against the orc's own, the sensation sending a throb through his crotch and spurring him on to repeat the motion again, and again, harder each time. [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- Their rutting was long, drawn out, and rough; Simon's hands began to sting from smacking the orc's ass as he called the chieftain 'greenskin whore' and 'barbarian slut' with every strike. Tugg only grunted and bucked harder underneath the human, his hot inner flesh dragging against the fat cock breeding him. The chief's own heavy erection bounced against his stomach, splattering his gut, thighs, and the floor below with sticky precum as Simon's cock pressed against that spot within him that made him see stars. It didn't take too long for the human to cum for the first time, flooding the orc chief's guts with his seed, but the heat and tightness around his manhood--and the orc's jeering and teasing at how long he'd lasted--kept Simon's cock stiff for another round. And another. And another. The fire had burned down to softly-glowing embers by the time Chief Tugg collapsed into the sticky puddle of his own cum that had soaked the furs underneath him. Simon's shaking arms and knees finally gave out, and the human fell onto the sweat-soaked expanse of Tugg's back with a grunt. The human's spent, flagging, over-sensitive cock popped out of the orc's sloppy hole, and he felt the dampness of his own seed soaking his crotch as it pressed against the barbarian's ass. They lay together in the deep, flickering shadows of the tent for a long moment, and then Tugg broke the silence between them with a breathless snicker. "So. 'Ave fun?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 2.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- Simon chose not to dignify that with a response. Even when Tugg rolled over, reaching to grasp the human and drag Simon onto his heaving chest, Simon just gave the orc an exhausted glower. He laid his cheek on the surprisingly soft tufts of hair coating Tugg's pectorals, and huffed. "Just let me rest, and then we can continue. I suppose once wasn't enough for it to take?" "Har, soun's like a plan t'me. We still gots a helluva long time togetha." The orc chief's hand stroked its way down Simon's back to the rise of the man's ass, and pulled the human to press their crotches together. Simon grunted as he felt the throb of Tugg's manhood against his own plump cock, the two shafts rubbing against each other and sparking renewed pleasure in the pair. As the human and the orc settled in together, they both considered that perhaps this 'alliance' wasn't such a bad idea after all. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 2.16]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- He'd been lost in fantasies of the acclaim he'd win--and all the debutantes who would be all but throwing themselves at him--when he'd been struck on the back of the head and knocked into unconsciousness. And that was how Roderick found himself bound and gagged, lying on his side near a roaring campfire. He could see the shadows of late evening already creeping through the surrounding trees, making the light of the fire dance and cast strange shapes around the small clearing. He could also hear raucous laughing and chatter from behind him--his captors, no doubt. He looked around, trying to find a sharp stone he could use to cut the rough ropes around his wrists and ankles, but the movement had apparently finally caught the eye of one of his captors. "Oi! I fink 'e's awake!" He felt a massive hand grab his shoulder and flip him onto his back, and he finally caught sight of the ones who'd captured him as they loomed over him. Orcs. Three of them, clad only in rough leather plating. Their tusks glinted in the firelight, jutting up from their lower jaws and stretched their lips as they gave him sneering grins. Roderick froze, staring up at the barbarians, and couldn't stop a shudder from running down his spine at the animalistic malice shining in the orcs' eyes. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- One of them, his gut firm, round, and coated with wiry salt-and-pepper hair, kneeled down to pat his face with mocking tenderness. "Poor l'il 'umie, out 'ere all alone." Roderick recognized this one's voice as the one he'd heard a moment ago. The human glared, which only made the orc guffaw and ruffle Roderick's short-cropped hair. "Don' worry, l'il lad. We's gonna keep ya com'p'ny. Oi, 'and me dat knife!" That last part was bellowed at one of his companions. "L'il scrawny ta play wif, inn'e?" The second orc, his dark hair pulled back into an oily ponytail, snorted and moved to yank a large knife out of the deer carcass hanging from a tree at the edge of the orcish camp. His pale tongue darted out to lap up the blood coating the knife's razor edge, and then he tossed it to Gut. "Dunno why ye e'en thought ta bring 'im along." The third orc shrugged. "'Cuz i's been nine fuckin' moons we been out 'ere, n' I need some'n up me arse dat ain't you two lugs." He shot Roderick a grin, and the human noticed that his left tusk was chipped off at the tip. "Saw ya snoopin' 'round our camp, human. If ya wanned ta see boar dick dat bad, all ya needed ta do was ask." He reached down to scratch his bare, shamelessly-displayed manhood and shake the girthy shaft at his captive; unlike his companions, his loincloth was missing. Roderick suddenly realized what the acrid, gamey taste burning on his tongue was, and felt his stomach heave. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- Gut brandished the knife in his grip, and Roderick's eyes grew wide as he struggled. "Now, now, none a' dat. Might cut'cha, l'il 'umie. Don't want dat now, do ya?" With another grin he began to cut away Roderick's jerkin and the thin shirt underneath. Roderick groaned and let out an embarrassing whimper into the cloth stuffed in his mouth as he felt the sharp edge tracing over his delicate skin. Ponytail scoffed at the sound and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Jus' listen ta 'im, whimperin' like a babe." The scorn in his voice made Roderick flush with mixed rage and shame, but he couldn't stop another muffled gasp as Gut roughly tore his clothing away to bare the human's lithe, hairless chest. "Hah! Fuckin' looks like one, too!" Roderick had weathered the odd jibe from his fellow men about his lanky figure and beardless face, but the human had always prided himself on his slim form; it allowed him to be swift in his pursuit of game, and the ladies loved his boyish charm. "Better than being a disgusting barbarian," Roderick would have answered if his mouth wasn't gagged with the unwashed loincloth of one of those barbarians. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- Said barbarian, the chip-tusked orc, kneeled at Roderick's side. "I fink e's kinda cute." One calloused fingertip moved to brush over and around one of the human's dark-colored nipples, drawing another gasp from his captive. Roderick's nipples had always been sensitive, and one of the things he loved most was to have them played with while he worked himself in and out of a fair, blushing lass. The burning of Roderick's cheeks turned to that of embarrassment at the involuntary jerk of his hips when Chip gave his nipple a playful pinch. "Har, keep it up. Looks like 'e likes it!" Gut's round belly shook with laughter at the human squirming underneath him as he moved down to begin cutting away Roderick's trousers. Roderick began to groan and cry out into his gag as the leather encasing his legs was sliced away, and then froze in fear when he felt the sharp edge of the knife against his inner thigh. "Lesse what'cha got in' ere, lad." Gut gave Roderick an almost flirtatious wink, and then roughly tore the remnants of his pants away. Silence fell over the orcish camp. Gut stared. Ponytail stared. Chip stared. Roderick took quick, heaving breaths through his nose, still frozen under the greenskins' combined gaze. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- There was one more thing that Roderick prided himself on. Something that made the ladies swoon and drew jealous glances from men in the public baths. Roderick was blessed by the gods with an inordinately large manhood; his pendulous sack hung low and heavy between his legs, and the long, thick, fat-headed shaft had left many a woman a panting, pleasured mess. Already, a mixture of fear, adrenaline, and Chip teasing his nipples--his sweet spot--had begun to awaken the serpent Even only half-hard, the human was bigger than any other man in his village, and precum had already filled his ample foreskin and begun to dribble out of the tight opening at the tip. The pearly liquid caught in the soft, meager tufts of hair at the base of the shaft, glinting in the firelight. Ponytail was the first to find his voice. He cleared his throat and, in a voice churning with barely-concealed lust, said, "I call dibs." "Fuck you! I found 'im, e's mine!" Chip shot Ponytail a heated glare, and bared his tusks at his companion. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- "Oi, shut'cher cockholsters," Gut roared before the two other orcs could break out into an argument. Ponytail and Chip immediately clamped their mouths shut, glowering at the larger orc but offering no other challenge. Was Gut the leader of this scouting band? Before Roderick could contemplate the possibility further, his felt a rough, meaty hand wrap around his pulsing cock and give it a squeeze. His organ, uncaring of where the stimulation was coming from, hardened to full erection as Gut rolled the human's tight foreskin back and forth over the tender head. Roderick continued to squirm and struggle, panting and groaning into the gag in his mouth. When Gut leaned down to give the manhood in his grip a deep, appraising sniff, the human took the opportunity to drive his bound, still-booted feet into the barbarian's gut--and winced as pain shot up his legs, as though he'd just attempted to kick a solid boulder. The orc, meanwhile, merely grunted and guffawed, and flicked his tongue against Roderick's bared cockhead with a teasing smirk. "Feisty l'il lad, ain'tcha?" He hummed, and finally drew away from Roderick's crotch. "I fink I gots an idea." "Lemme 'ave 'im 'cause I found 'im first?" "Fuck no." Gut stood, looming over Roderick as he began to remove what little clothing he was wearing. His leather armor was tossed aside carelessly, and he slowly rubbed the throbbing bulge under his loincloth to bring the malehood within to full erection. "We's gonna 'ave us a l'il contest--whoever gets the 'umie ta cum hardest gets ta keep 'im. Only rule is ye can only use yer cunt fer it. Soun' fair?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- "You gonna be competin' too?" Chip was eying the older orc's bulge, his tongue darting across his lips even as he tossed his own armor aside. Once he was completely nude, he moved forward to fondle Gut's crotch and pull his fellow orc's stained, dingy loincloth off."'Course I am. Yous young'uns can't 'ave all tha fun." Gut's own erection--much shorter than Chip's manhood, but just as plump as the rest of him--jumped and dribbled as the older orc watched Chip bring his loincloth to his nose to give it a sniff. Chip's eyes fluttered as he ground the dirty cloth against his snout-like nose and breathed in deep, and then tossed it near his own discarded armor. "Fine, yer on, grey-hair." "Me hair ain't all grey yet, ya l'il bastard!" With a belly-shaking laugh, Gut clapped Chip on the shoulder. Then he leaned in to scrape a tusk against Chip's throat, making the younger orc moan with lust. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- As his two companions exchanged their banter and affections, Ponytail finished setting his own meager armor and loincloth aside. Were Roderick paying attention, and not wildly looking around for some way to escape the debauchery of his orcish captors, he may have seen the way the orc bit his lip and allowed an apprehensive expression to cross his face as he watched the human's erection bounce and bat against his thighs and stomach in his struggling. But for however nervous he may have been, Ponytail's own cock was just as hard as those of the other present males. It bobbed before him as he made his way over as well, arms still crossed over his chest. "Well den, who's first?" "Elders first, a' course." Chip opened his mouth to protest, but a glare from Gut kept him from speaking out. He nodded, and let out a sulky, "Aye." [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- "Good. Now den..." Gut and the other two orcs turned back to their captive, making the human freeze and balk under their combined lustful stares once more. Roderick tried to squirm away, letting out muffled yells into his gag as Gut moved to straddle him. The orc placed a heavy hand on Roderick's chest, thumb swirling over one pert nipple, and pinned him in place. With his other hand, he reached behind him to squeeze and pump the human's flagging cock back to full erection. Roderick gasped when the head of his cock pressed against the orc's sweat-slick pucker, and began to buck his hips to try to knock Gut off of him. The orc scowled and rumbled in frustration as the human's struggling knocked his positioning off again and again. "Fuck, could ya two stop gawkin' n' hold 'im down?" The two other orcs moved forward, Ponytail grabbing Roderick's ankles while Chip squatted near the human's head to pin his shoulders. Try as he might, Roderick couldn't win against the combined weight of the three larger men holding him down. His head fell back as he took deep, desperate breaths through his nose, and he got a lungful of Chips thick, cloying crotch musk for his troubles. If the taste of the orc's unwashed loincloth had been foul to the human, then the barbarian's crotch-stink was even more so. Sweaty and spicy, sharp and unbearably masculine, it burned in Roderick's nose and made his head swim. He groaned, closing his eyes tight against the sight of the green-skinned shaft bouncing and swinging right near his face. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- "Dat's it, you jus' huff me dick, human. Ya like it?" Chip made sure to press the hot, musky flesh of his cock against Roderick's cheek and nose, drawing another whimper from the trapped human. "Oi, I said ye could only use yer cunt." Gut grunted, and finally pushed the head of Roderick's thick cock into the ring of his hole. "Thanks fer distractin' 'im, though." He set both of his hands on the human's chest, pinching his captive's nipples and rolling the firm buds between the thumb and forefinger of each hand as, with a low groan, he sat down firmly onto Roderick's hips. Roderick did his best to resist, he really did; he screwed his eyes shut and held his breath against the assault of Chip's overpowering musk, and clenched the muscles of his legs to keep from rocking his hips up into the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock. But the damned barbarian teasing his weak spot so gently and thoroughly made his shaft throb and pulse against the orc's silky inner walls. The sensations shooting through his crotch like lightening forced him to take sharp breaths through his nose. And the pungent smell of sweaty balls, unwashed cock, and swampy ass from the orcish crotch hovering near his face made his lungs burn and his racing thoughts scatter. Roderick tried to imagine that it was one of the village's more portly lasses riding him, but the hairiness of the plump cheeks grinding down on him, the wet smack of the fat balls and cock bouncing against his stomach, and the deep, masculine grunting of the orc fucking himself on the human's shamefully-turgid erection quickly shattered that fantasy. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- Nevertheless, it only took a few minutes of milking from Gut's hole to make Roderick cry out into his gag as a toe-curling orgasm rocked through him. Gut threw his head back and let out a rumbling moan as he hilted the human cock, his clenching pucker grinding on the base of Roderick's manhood. For a moment, the human feared that the barbarian would blow his own seed across his stomach and chest, but the eruption never came; Gut took long, deep breaths, and finally let out a gusty sigh as the bouncing and jerking of his swollen prick calmed. "Har, dat was a fuckin' big one, lad. Might 'ave a few bouncin' baby boars by da time we makes it back ta the clan grounds." With a grin and another flirtatious wink, the orc slowly pulled off to let Roderick's cum-slickened erection fall out of his ass with a wet plop. "Ancestors' stinkin' balls..." Ponytail let out a low whistle of approval from behind Gut, watching the older orc's stretched, reddened hole wink and try to close down to keep the thick seed inside from leaking out. "Better start imaginin' dose stinkin', sweaty balls pumpin' ya full'a boars, lad." As he scooted forward and lifted one leg to dismount from the captive's hips, Gut shot a wide grin over his shoulder at the younger orc. "S' yer turn." [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- As Ponytail nodded, taking Gut's place straddling Roderick's crotch, the human desperately tried to will his manhood to soften--his thick shaft to shrivel and shrink, and his low-hanging balls to cling tight to his body. However, there was one last thing that Roderick had always prided himself on, and which now proved to be the human's ultimate downfall; Roderick had been blessed with the libido and stamina to keep the fun going long into the night. Moreover, to his embarrassed horror, Roderick found that the rich musk of the orcs surrounding him was beginning to fuel his traitorous manhood's lust; his shaft throbbed with each lungful of the spicy stench, and trails of precum were already flowing down his smut-coated length once more. Ponytail grasped the well-lubricated erection in a firm grip, biting his lip once more as he pressed Roderick's meaty cock-head against his tightly-puckered entrance. He grunted, but even with the slick cum and precum coating it, the shaft couldn't slip through the orc's tensed ring. It took Gut wrapping one arm around Ponytail's chest from behind while the other took over squeezing and stabilizing the captive's cock to make the younger orc's hole start to relax. "S'alright, lad. Breathe in deep. Relax. Dat's a good boar..." Gut murmured into Ponytail's sharp-pointed ear and ground his tusks against the younger orc's throat, drawing a low groan from Ponytail's slack lips. Roderick's face burned at the lustful perversion of paternal affection rumbling in the older orc's crooning voice; he knew some men of the village preferred laying with each other instead of the many beautiful, available village girls, but that was not for him. He was not attracted to men, especially not sweaty, unwashed barbarian greenskins. The display before him was not making his hips rock up against Ponytail's taut, pulsing rosebud. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- Rodrick's thoughts scattered once more as, with a grunt, Gut pushed down on Ponytail's hips to force the first couple inches of the human's cock into the orc's ass. Tight. Too tight. Painfully tight. Roderick's muffled screams mingled with Ponytail's own whimpered cries as the two joined. Ponytail's slick inner walls clung to the flesh of Roderick's shaft, rolling the human's foreskin back as the orc forced himself to hilt Roderick's manhood within himself. The two locked eyes, and the human was surprised to feel a pang in his chest as he and Ponytail shared a brief moment of understanding that transcended their species. Ponytail set his hands on Roderick's chest and, with another approving murmur from Gut, began to slide himself up and down the captive human's length. Chip, meanwhile, watched jealously as the older orc tended to Ponytail. With a grunt, he repositioned himself to straddle Roderick's face once more. The human blinked as his eye contact with the orc riding him was broken, and then let out a muffled groan as he realized the position he was in; he was staring up at Chip's dank, hair-filled cleft, the hole buried between the firm, parted cheeks giving the captive human a flirtatious wink of its own. Roderick couldn't even cry out as Chip slammed his pucker right down on Roderick's nose, filling every breath with the earthy, heady musk of his ass. Chip's own hips worked to grind Roderick's face into the fleshy prison of his backside while he hunched forward and took Ponytail's cock into his mouth. A few slow, suckling bobs and a rough push forward to hilt his fellow orc's shaft in his throat was all it took to make Ponytail throw his head back and roar out his orgasm. Chip swallowed down every drop of his fellow orc's seed, and then pulled back to run his tongue deep into Ponytail's smut-filled foreskin, making the other orc's passage tighten around Roderick's shaft once more. He smirked in smug satisfaction as he heard the muffled cries and groans of pleasure from beneath his ass, and caught the scent of the captive's second load spurting out from the desperate grip of Ponytail's cramped back passage. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- "Fuck... no fair." Ponytail tried to glare down at Chip, but his expression twisted into one of pleasured bliss as the other orc gave his companion's shaft one more slow, thorough suckle while pulling off. "Da rules never said nothin' 'bout makin' each other cum. Right?" He turned his smirk to Gut, who only nodded with a stony expression. "See? Now move over, I wanna show me new mate a real good time." Ponytail winced and whimpered as he pulled off of Roderick's cock, and then moved aside for Chip with a few choice curses muttered darkly under his breath. Chip, meanwhile, finally rose up off of Roderick's face. He then moved between the human's legs to push his snout right up against Roderick's cum-and-musk-smeared crotch. The orc gave his captive's flagging cock a few short, quick licks, teasing it back to full erection while grinning up at him. "Come on, human. Can't gimme a proper breedin' if we don' get dis beauty of a dick nice n' hard, right?" He pressed his hot, wet tongue against the shaft and breathed out a gust of humid breath against the turgid flesh, dragging it up the full length of Roderick's erection a few times. Chip's hand moved down to his own dribbling cock to give it a few pumps as the taste of his captive's musk mingled with the flavor of his companions' pungent asses. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- "'Member what I said." Gut let out a muttered warning and gave Chip's head a light cuff. "Fine, fine." With a snort and a roll of his eyes, Chip finally took his place straddling Roderick's hips. He ground his crotch down against the captive's own; his moist, hairy cleft encased Roderick's shaft, squeezing it between the orc's firm mounds, and his cock smacked against and smeared ample precum over the human's stomach. "Fuck... still goin' strong, eh? Good. I c'n drain those balls right good fer ya." He gave Roderick's nipples a rough pinch and tweak, and laughed aloud as he felt a spurt against his hole. Without further ado, Chip lifted himself up, lined the human's erection up with his eagerly-pulsing pucker, and hilted Roderick in one smooth push. Chip wasn't nearly as tight as Ponytail, nor was he nearly as experienced as Gut, but he was by far the most enthusiastic of the three. One of his hands continued playing with the human's nipples, moving from one of the pert buds to the other. Brushing. Stroking. Tweaking and twisting. Making Roderick's cock pulse against his squeezing inner walls as they milked him for all the captive was worth. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- He was also the most vocal of the three orcs, groaning and panting and murmuring in a hushed, heated voice to Roderick while bouncing on the human's erection and pumping his own leaking shaft. "Come on, human... Been waitin' on some'un like ya to breed me good n' proper. Gonna make a shitload a' good, strong boars together..." The orc closed his eyes, seeming to visualize that fantasy as his hand squeezed his length and stroked it faster and faster, keeping in time with the rocking of his hips. He threw his head back and moaned aloud in pleasure, and then let out a surprised yelp when Gut took the opening to lay his head on Roderick's stomach and engulf Chip's cock in his mouth. "What da fuck?!" Gut moaned around the musky shaft throbbing against his tongue and looked right up into Chips eyes, working it better than the other orc's hand ever could. His ministrations made Chip's ass clamp up, gripping Roderick's cock and pushing the human over the edge of orgasm for the third time that night. Chip rode it out, continuing to slide himself up and down the human's shaft as his hands moved to grip Gut's bald head. A minute or two more of rocking and thrusting, and the younger orc finally lost himself in his own orgasm. [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.16]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.18]]

config.footer.center: "18" -- The older orc attacked the sensitive head of Chip's cock mercilessly; he gave it sharp, insistent licks and swirled his tongue deep into Chip's foreskin while swallowing down every drop of the younger orc's virile load. When Chip finally collapsed backward, the captive's spent cock slipping out of his ass as he fell on his back in a panting mess, Gut allowed his companion's own flagging shaft to slip from between his lips and let out a hoarse guffaw. "Da rules never said nothin' 'bout makin' each other cum, right? Turnabout's fair play, lad." Chip could only groan as his smug words were tossed right back at him. "N' don't think I didn't ken yer idea ta cum all over 'im n' mark him with yer stink." Gut reached out to give Chip's own firm belly a tender pat, and then craned his neck to look over his shoulder. "Oi, s' over." Ponytail, who'd taken advantage of the older orc's position to bury his face in Gut's cleft and slurp the captive human's cum out of Gut's hair-ringed, smut-and-musk smeared hole, pulled away to take a deep gasp of air and laid his cheek on one of the older orc's pillowy asscheeks. "So. Who won, den?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.17]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 3.19]]

config.footer.center: "19" -- Gut hummed in thought and scratched at his chin. He looked from Chip, still sprawled on his back and lost in his afterglow, to Ponytail, and finally to Roderick. "Fuck, idunno." "Ya just wan'ed an excuse ta 'ave a go at me human, d'int'cha?" Chip finally lifted his head to give Gut a sullen glare. "Shut it, lad, I'm thinkin'." Gut let out another hum, repositioning himself to lay his own craggy cheek on Roderick's thigh and breathe in the mingling musks staining the captive's crotch. "How's about dis, den? We's got what we came out 'ere fer, n' six moons back ta the clan grounds. Ya wanna keep dis l'il contest goin', n' let our guest be da judge of whose cunt 'e wants bouncin' on his dick n' pumpin' out lotsa 'good, strong boars' fer 'im?" He looked over to give Chip a wink as his tongue flicked over his lips. Ponytail's face flushed hot, while Chip's own lips stretched into a broad, toothy grin. Both nodded. As Roderick lay boneless and spent under the three barbarians, whimpering with every touch of their fingers or tongues against his prone, bound body, he tried to think of some way to escape his fate. He had to make it back to his village, his life, before he started to like being held down by these strong, hairy, musky men; before he started to enjoy the trio moaning into his crotch, playing with his nipples, and riding long and hard on his cock. Gods help him, he already was. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 3.18]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- The orc staring down at the defeated dwarves, his tusks and a deep scar on his cheek twisting his grin into a bestial snarl, was massive even by orcish standards. Thick muscle rippled under taut layers of fat as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, standing tall and proud. More scars of battle criss-crossed his body under his armor, and what visible bits of his green skin weren't marred by the evidence of his fighting prowess were coated in dark hair. He seemed to be a paragon of masculine virility and strength, and were Bralin in a different position he'd find the boar painfully attractive. As it was, though, Bralin glowered as the orc moved forward to crouch down and hook a finger under the dwarven foreman's bearded chin. "Sorry fer da way we busted in on ya. Me n' me boys're a bit lost, n' our provisions be runnin' a bit low. We're a l'il desperate, ye ken?" What was this, a ploy for sympathy? Bralin jerked his head away from the orc's grip with a low grunt, his glare burning all the hotter. "Now now, no need ta be like dat. Is dat any way ta treat'cher guests?" "Last I checked, 'guests' don't break down the door and tie you up." "Har! Dere we go, dat's funny dat is!" The orc clapped Bralin on the shoulder like an old friend, nearly sending the bound dwarf sprawling. "Like I said, me n' the boys're a bit desperate. Ain't got no time fer formalities." He pulled the dwarf back upright and, before Bralin could recognize the glinting in the orc's eyes, tugged him into a deep, hungry kiss. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- Mutters of shock rumbled through the dwarven captives, while the watching orcish horde guffawed and murmured to each other at the display. Bralin struggled as the orc's muscular arms wrapped around and lifted him up against the boar's firm, sweaty chest, and groaned as the orc's tongue forced its way into his mouth. The dwarf was cradled in the orc's arms, forced to suckle on his wriggling tongue and inhale the rich musk of the barbarian's body--dank and cloying as it wafted out from under his armor with every movement. Bralin's nostrils burned and tingled as he was carried over to a chair set up by a few members of the watching horde; his head swam and he let out a low moan as his cock throbbed to life at the rich scent, so much stronger than the musk of even his own virile, masculine fellows. "Like dat, do ya? Dere's plenty more for ya." Another grin-snarl twisted the orc leader's lips as he plopped down into the chair like a king on his throne, the wood creaking in protest under his bulk. A rough, barking command to his men made a few of the watching orcs step forward to begin stripping their commander of his armor and furs right from under the bound dwarf. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- Bralin came back to himself at a sharp slap across his firm ass from the barbarian. He felt thick, strong fingers tug at one of his hairy flanks, exposing the sweat-damp cleft and the clenching pucker within to both the warm air and the eyes of the watching dwarven captives and orcish horde. His cheeks burned underneath his beard at being so thoroughly exposed. "Release me, orc...!" "Rezzug," The orc let out a sigh of relief as his men finished removing his heavy, fur-lined armor, freeing his sweaty body and leaving it nearly completely bare. At a nod from their commander, the watching horde finally began to strip their own equipment off; the orcs almost made it a show for the captive audience of bound dwarves kneeling before them. The orc commander, Rezzug, then turned to give Bralin a flirtatious wink before flipping the dwarf in his grip over as easy as handling a stray cat. Bralin grunted as his nose was forced into the dingy, soiled loincloth covering the orc's pendulous bulge. "Gotta give ya summ'n ta moan out while I breed'ja good and deep." Bralin struggled, his face flushing as it ground against the orc's pungent crotch. "Breed!?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- "Aye. Me n' the boys ain't had a hole ta shove our pricks into in months, save each others'." Bralin shuddered as he heard the slurp of Rezzug licking his lips, and felt the orc's calloused hands grasping and squeezing his bare buttocks. The orc commander peeled the firm cheeks of Bralin's ass apart, exposing the twitching, hair-ringed hole buried in the dwarf's cleft once more. Bralin yelped as Rezzug then shoved his snout against the musky flesh, inhaling deeply and pushing the dwarf's face even further down between his splayed legs. His cheeks burned in shame at the laughter ringing through the watching orcish horde--he couldn't bear to meet the gazes of his men, and so clenched his eyes shut as Rezzug continued snuffling into his ass. "Ya smell nice n' ripe. Fertile-like." Another smack on his tender flank made Bralin gasp, and then wheeze and groan as his lungs were filled with the orc's cloying musk. "N' like yer no stranger ta getting' bred, eh?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- Bralin grunted in answer and grit his teeth. It was true that, like orcs, dwarven men were able to reproduce by breeding with each other. And it was also true that, as the foreman of the outpost, it was his duty to keep the working populace at a steady level; and that often meant lying with the other workers and bearing their sons. Not that he would give the damn greenskin the satisfaction of admitting to it. He squirmed in the orc's grip and growled out a few curses--which trailed off into a strangled mewl as Rezzug's fat, moist, wriggling tongue pressed right into the damp pit behind his balls, dragged upward through his cleft, and lapped over his hole. Bralin's face burned all the hotter when he felt the throb of his erection as his hips rocked of their own accord, pressing his turgid shaft against the orc's chest. "Well, go on, den. Tell us how many've bred'ja." [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- The words didn't make sense to Bralin until a rough hand twisted in his hair and lifted his head. He was forced to look at his fellow captive dwarves, their faces filled with fear even as their own cocks pulsed and dribbled. "How many'a yer boys've blown a load in this pretty l'il cunt a' yers?" Bralin's teeth clenched all the harder, shame and arousal warring on his face as the thrice-damned orc's tongue continued wriggling and swirling over his pucker. The barbarian huffed his captive's scent with bestial abandon, and his bulge throbbed against the dwarf's bearded chin. After a few minutes of this humiliation, Bralin finally gave Rezzug his answer, though the words were lost in a strangled, whimpering moan. "Wot's dat? Didn't hear ya." Rezzug grinned and blew a slow, humid breath over Bralin's pulsing hole, then flicked his tongue over the twitching ring. "All of them, damn your eyes!" Tears pricked at the corners of Bralin's own eyes as the orcish horde broke into raucous laughter. He looked over the defeated faces of his men, and then hung his head--this only brought his nose back against the orc's dingy loincloth, and Bralin groaned and slumped in his captor's grip. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- "Har! Proper l'il broodmare, ain't'cha!" Rezzug hummed in thought, his hands continuing to tease the dwarf's flanks and his musk-stained tongue darting over his lips at the delectable sight before him. Bralin's firm, plump ass, the hairy cleft spread wide open to bare the loose pucker of his hole--his cunt, ripe and ready to pump out some strong, but perhaps compact, boars. The dwarf's heavy balls, massive for his shorter stature, hanging in their leathery sack and absolutely reeking of sweat and masculine pheromones. And of course, the dwarf's thick erection; short and stout as the rest of him, pulsing and leaking and bobbing in the air. Rezzug buried his face in Bralin's crotch and sank down a little in his seat to let the dwarf rest heavily on his body. His arms wrapped around the dwarf's wide frame, and his hands moved to unwrap the cloth covering his own sweaty, swampy, dank crotch. Bralin watched, wide-eyed, as the orc's erection was finally freed to rise up and smack heavily against his bearded cheek. The orc's club-like prick was as massive as the rest of him, and just as sweaty and musky--Bralin's lungs burned as they were filled with the spicy, virile scent of the monstrous cock before him. He gulped, shame forcing his eyes down once more as he felt his hole clench; under any other circumstances, he'd be eager to test his might against such an intimidating weapon. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- It seemed the sight of the orcish commander's erection had a similar effect on the rest of the dwarves, who bit their lips and grit their teeth to stifle their moaning. The rest of the orc's however, weren't so shy; their hooting and catcalling of their commander filled the air, along with their own built-up musks as they finished stripping. Rezzug watched the display his men were putting on for a moment, and then stood with a grunt and kicked his chair aside. "I gots an idea." Once more, Bralin was cradled in the orc's arms, so he could get a good look at what their commander's show had done to the orcs. Every single boar had the fire of lust burning in his eyes as he stroked himself or reached out to grope and caress his fellow orc. His view of the horde was interrupted as Rezzug kissed him, deep and hungry, and then kneeled to slam the captive dwarf onto the dusty ground. Bralin wheezed and his vision swam as he struggled fruitlessly beneath the orc until his vision cleared, and then he finally looked up into Rezzug's face. "Like I said, me lads are tired from marchin' all damn day n' not havin' a cunt 'sides their fellows' ta blow in, so we're all a little pent up." His grin widened, the scar along his cheek twisting it into a devilish sneer as his eyes, too, burned with lust. "'Ow's about you spread yer pretty l'il cunt fer yer guests, eh?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- Bralin's protesting was silenced with another slobbering kiss, the orc's tongue ravishing the dwarf's mouth utterly and completely. Rezzug's hands stroked down the dwarf's sides to his hips, and then lifted and spread Bralin's legs wide open. Bralin winced and huffed in pain as his left leg--his namesake, the limb deadened by an accident in the mines when he was younger--throbbed and twinged. Rezzug broke their kiss to bring the dwarf's numb foot to his face; the fact that Bralin couldn't feel what he was doing didn't stop the orc from running his lips, tongue, and snout all over the sweaty sole. After a few moments of snuffling against and lapping over the dwarf's foot and between his toes almost tenderly, Rezzug seemed to come back to himself. He grunted out a breathless command, and two of his underlings moved forth with some spare rope to tie Bralin's ankles to his bound wrists. The dwarf was left splayed wantonly, grunting and groaning and panting as he glared up at his captor. Rezzug let out a moan of his own as he settled his eager shaft into the spread cleft of the dwarf's ass. "Fuckin' beautiful, y'are." His fellow orcs seemed to agree. The two who had moved forth to assist their commander pressed their own dribbling erections against Bralin's face with needy moans, and leaned in to rub their tusks against each others' throats. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.11]]

"Oi!" The two orc's jumped at a shout and a sharp slap across the ass for both of them from their commander. "'Is mouth is mine, remember dat." config.footer.center: "11" -- "Aye, sir..." Then, Rezzug's glare softened into a wide grin. "Ye can use any other part a' him, though." The two orcs met their commander's gaze with beaming grins of their own, and resumed humping against the captive dwarf's face. "Aye, sir!" Bralin's mind floundered and finally sank into a haze as the musk of the orcs surrounded him; spicy, cloying, choking, sweat and virile male burning in his nose and lungs. He was only brought back to himself with a sharp yelp as Rezzug's fat cockhead finally breached his ring. The rim clenched around the invader, tugging Rezzug's copious foreskin back as the orc pushed forward into the heat of Bralin's ass. "Fuck, yer tight fer a broodmare..." Rezzug panted, looking down to the dwarf's flushing face, and gave his captive an almost-flirtatious wink. "Den again, I guess dese l'il twigs ya dwarvies got don' do much ta give ya a good stretchin' do they?" He ran his fingertip over Bralin's cock, making the turgid spike jump and splatter the dwarf's hair-coated belly with precum. Bralin clenched his eyes tight, but couldn't block his ears to the grating laughter rising from the horde. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- Even as tight as his captive was, Rezzug didn't seem to have trouble sinking his entire length into the dwarf's back passage. The orc's eyes fluttered in pleasure as his full, aching sack finally pressed against Bralin's asscheeks, his shaft hilted in the dwarf. Every pulse and squeeze of Bralin's inner walls made the orc grunt in pleasure, the passage becoming slick with Rezzug's own freely-flowing precum. He reluctantly drew his cock out of the dwarf's hole, only to slam back in with a savage growl. Bralin threw his back and cried out as the aftershocks of every powerful thrust rocked through his body. Every panting breath filled his lungs with the reeking scent of the pent-up horde as they pushed in to surround the two mating males. The dwarf felt cock after cock pressing against his body, rubbing and grinding over every inch of him. Pressing into the crook of his neck and against his forehead and chin. Into his hair-filled armpits and over his pert nipples. His chest. The firm rise of his belly. Even his bound hands and the soles of his feet became nothing but pleasure objects to the grunting orcs as they humped with wild abandon. Bralin didn't even realize he'd cum all over himself until he felt Rezzug's hand smearing his thick, tacky seed over his gut. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- Rezzug leaned in close, moving his face right up into Bralin's own and getting a better angle to pound into the dwarf's hole. The orcish commander didn't seem to care if his underlings' cocks bounced and ground against his own cheeks--in fact, he seemed to relish the thick musk wafting from his fellow boars' crotches, if the increased pace of his thrusting and the deep, huffing breaths he was taking was any indication. Rezzug stared right into Bralin's eyes as he licked the cum off of his fingers slowly and deliberately; he was making a show of it as he suckled on each digit in turn. Then he pressed his hand to Bralin's face, turning his captive's head and grinding the dwarf's cheek into the dirt. "Look at 'em. Yer boys. Yer fellow dwarvies. The men ya love sluttin' yer l'il broodmare cunt out ta." It was difficult--the orcs pressing in against him from all sides and humping his bound body blocked his view, but they shifted aside at an order from their commander. Bralin could finally see his men, bound and left to watch as the orcish horde ravished their foreman. They were all achingly hard, their cocks dribbling onto the ground and pulsing with every moan and grunt from the horny orcs. A few of the captive dwarves had even hunched over to rub their erections against their thighs, pleasuring themselves any way they could in their bound state. All of them were looking at him. Watching him being debased. Bralin let out a strangled moan as his tender cock throbbed back to pulsing life. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- Another few minutes of panting, thrusting, and flicking his tongue against his fellow orcs' cocks finally brought Rezugg over the edge of orgasm. He slammed his shaft into Bralin to the hilt, roaring as he emptied his balls into his captive' ass. Then he drew himself free and moved aside, and another eager orc pressed forward to begin fucking the dwarf. Rezzug, meanwhile, pushed the orcs near Bralin's head aside to lay his spent cock across the dwarf's nose and lips. With a drunken groan, Bralin nuzzled into his captors' crotch and inhaled the raunchy scent of the orcish commander's musk. "Dere ya go, dat's a good broodmare." Rezzug smiled as he dragged his cum-and-smut-smeared cock through Bralin's beard. "Clean it." Bralin's lips parted, and Rezzug pushed his malehood into the dwarf's suckling mouth. He murmured in pleasure as Bralin's tongue worked into his foreskin and swirled around the head, and the dwarf's lips worked over the shaft as it sank into him--from the front this time. The orc working the dwarf's backside, meanwhile, humped fast and hard, eager to blow his load in a hot, tight hole; and Bralin's inner walls squeezed down around the invader to give him what he wanted. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- As he fucked Bralin's mouth, Rezzug once again turned his tender affections to the dwarf's feet. He nuzzled and kissed the toes, and lapped up the cum from one overeager boar who'd blown his load early all over Bralin's sole. Meanwhile, orc after orc bred the captive dwarf's ass, dumping load after load of potent seed into their broodmare. A few found it fitting to spread a bit of cum from what Bralin had splattered over his own belly onto their cocks before sinking the semen-smeared shafts into the dwarf; not that they needed the lubrication, but there was something perversely satisfying about pushing the broodmare's own cum into his hole along with theirs. Long into the night the gangbang continued, until Rezzug and every other orc in the horde had completely drained their balls into Bralin. The captive dwarf was left a panting, gasping, ravished mess, his body coated in musk and semen as orcish seed leaked freely from his gaping hole. Rezzug lifted Bralin into his arms, displaying his spent, slack body to the other captives with a snarling, savage grin. "Ya see this, lads!? This is what 'appens ta slutty l'il broodmares!" The orc accepted a knife from one of his underlings, and cut the ropes binding Bralin's limbs. "An' dis is what's gonna become a' da rest've ya!" [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- He began to rebind Bralin in a new position, wrapping a length of rope around each of the dwarf's hands to keep them clenched into fists. Rezzug forced the dwarf down onto his hands and knees, and completed the ensemble with a bit and reins made of his soiled loincloth wrapped around another length of rope. Bralin let out a gurgling groan as he opened his mouth to accept the dingy cloth, biting down on it and feeling his over-stimulated cock throb at this further degradation. Rezzug sat atop the dwarf's back, a perverse parody of a proud knight on his steed, and nodded to the rest of the orcish horde. "Rest n' clean yer dicks, 'n den da rest've 'em are yers. Tomorrow, we's gonna ride our new mounts straight t'da dwarf king's gates." He grinned at the cheering from his men, who were already turning on the rest of the captives with lustful eyes and wide, ravenous smiles, and then reached back to give Bralin's tenderized ass a firm smack. "You, forward!" The dwarf captive had no choice but to obey, crawling on his knees and knuckles where the orc directed with a tug of the reins. He could feel the eyes of his men on him as he went, begging silently for their foreman or the gods to deliver them from their captivity, but Bralin could do nothing. The weight of Rezzug on his back left him unable to rise and throw the orc off, the bindings around his hands left him unable to fight, and the bit in his mouth left him without a voice to curse his captor. He was a steed, a broodmare, and Rezzug was his rider and master. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- Once they'd entered one of the huts around the edge of the outpost's courtyard, Rezzug hopped off of the dwarf's back and lifted him up into his arms once more. "So, dat what'cha wanted?" the orc commander's voice grew tender as he pulled the impromptu bit from between Bralin's teeth while cradling the dwarf against his chest. Bralin spat and worked his jaw, and then nodded while wrapping his still-bound arms around Rezzug's neck. "Aye, that and more." He pressed a kiss to Rezzug's neck, and then scowled at the orc. "Wish your boys didn't break down the damn gate, though. That's gonna be a bitch to repair tomorrow." "Aye, sorry 'bout dat." The orc winced at the heat in his lover's glare, and hurried to the bed to lay Bralin down. "Dey got a bit o'ereager when I told 'em dey'd get a chance at'cher cunt. Bitched like babes when I made 'em march 'round in dat getup all day, though." "It was appreciated. For authenticity's sake, of course." Bralin blushed as Rezzug went about untying him, and let out a soft groan as he finally got the chance to stretch his limbs. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.16]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.18]]

config.footer.center: "18" -- "Right, and not 'cuz yer a slut fer big, sweaty, musk-stinkin' men." The orc nuzzled into Bralin's neck, rubbing his tusks against the dwarf's throat as he wrapped his body around Bralin's much smaller form. Bralin let out a low moan while cradling Rezzug's head. "Maybe." His fingers stroked over the orc's scalp. "Didn't cost you too much to get that armor from the northern tribes, did it?" "Nah, nah. Me coinpurse ain't hurtin' too bad. How 'bout you, though? Didn't hurt'cher bum leg, did I?" Rezzug's hand moved to the dwarf's left hip, rubbing his fingertips over the joint with a surprisingly gentle touch for such a gargantuan male. "Nah, not too bad. I can take a little discomfort. Especially when you and your men make it worth my while." Bralin's own hand moved to the orc's scarred cheek, and he pulled his lover into a kiss; much slower and more passionate than the ones they'd shared during their performance. "Love you, Rezzug." "Love ya too, Bralin. Even if y'are a kinky l'il bastard." Rezzug smiled, and dipped down into yet another kiss with the dwarf. [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.17]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 4.19]]

config.footer.center: "19" -- They could already hear the moaning and cries of pleasure from the rest of the men outside as the cross-species orgy commenced anew. However, the two lovers were content to stay in each others' arms, stroking each others' bare bodies and clutching each other in a tight embrace. Rezzug had been hesitant when Bralin had outlined the plan for the 'raid' and what would come after--Bralin had justified it by saying that their alliance had made the dwarven outpost lax and ill-prepared for any potential attacks, but the orc knew his mate better than that. And the tent in Bralin's pants as he spoke had been all the evidence Rezzug needed. However, the orc was glad that he'd gone along with his lover in the end; like the dwarf had said, it had been worth it. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 4.18]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- "Ain't never heard a' him." The crowd grew silent as a massively-built, grey-haired orc stepped out of the large tent before the human entourage. He, like the rest of the tribe, was completely naked and shameless as he strode toward the human. An observer would think he was completely unconcerned with the intrusion into the camp, scratching the base of his heavily-swinging shaft as he affected a wide, tusk-baring yawn; but his shrewd yellow eyes glanced over the armor the human was wearing, and then up to the battle standards carried by the two guards flanking the main line. "But if it's Chief Ogruzz of the Lowland River yer lookin' fer, then I'm yer man. And who the raunchy fuck're you supposed ta be?" The human leader smiled, seemingly ignoring Chief Ogruzz's crudeness, and crossed an arm over his chest as he bowed low with a smile. "It is an honor to meet you, Chief Ogruzz. I am Silas Delante, general of the Cresian forces." Cresia; one of the countries to the East. Chief Ogruzz stroked his beard and grunted. "N' what's a Cresian general doin' in me camp?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- "I won't bore you with the details, but the Cresian forces have begun a righteous campaign of conquest against this kingdom. We have already taken this province--"Ogruzz raised an eyebrow at that, but otherwise kept his expression a stony mask; the last thing his tribe needed was to get caught between two human kingdoms fighting over the land like dogs with a scrap of meat--"and have come offering an alliance." "Have ya, now?" Delante rose up from his bow, still smiling. "Our alliances with the orcish tribes in Cresia have been a valuable arrow in the quiver of our military might, and we wish only to extend offers of peace between your men and ours as we continue our campaign. If you will not fight beside us, then we ask only for your noninterference." "So keep our snouts outta yer business, aye?" Again, the chief's thick fingers stroked his beard, and then moved down to scratch at his chest. "N' I'm guessin' in return ye won't put all've our heads on yer pikes. Don't sound like a very even alliance ta me." [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- "Please be assured, that is far from our intentions. The Cresian orcs are valuable allies, and I sincerely wish that you and the other tribes of this country prove to be the same." Delante gestured, and the horse carrying the captive was lead forward. "As proof of our sincerity, we offer our prisoner--the former Lord Robert Crawden--as a gift to you and your tribe." Again he met Ogruzz's gaze, nodding to the orc chieftain. "We've heard tales of the trouble he has caused to you." Ogruzz grunted, glaring hatefully at Crawden and receiving a fiery glower in return. "Me n' me boars'll sleep easier at night knowin' he ain't in charge no more, let's say dat." The orc chief felt the eyes of the tribe on him as he regarded the Cresian general once more. "But you, I ain't sure about either." "What can I do to prove my intentions?" "Ye could show me yer dick. Lemme see if yer even worth talkin' to." Delante laughed, belly-deep and without a trace of mockery. "Ah, forgive me. T'is been a while since I've been able to appreciate how open you orcs are." Without another word or any complaint, Delante immediately began removing his armor. The watching crowd murmured, but the human entourage remained silent and stone-faced--the only movement from them was one of Delante's subordinates dismounting to collect his general's armor and, as they were slipped off as well, his underclothes. Finally, Delante stood before the chief, just as naked as the orcs of the tribe. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- The orc chieftain looked the Cresian general up and down, his gaze growing appreciative as he enjoyed what he saw. A good, strong build, well-supported by firm musculature. A nice coating of hair on the human's chest and down his flat stomach. And a nice-sized cock sitting above a full-looking sack--the foreskin was missing, but that only made the plump, velvety head crowning the human's shaft all the more apparent. Ogruzz grunted and stepped forward to cup Delante's ballsack, rolling the orbs in their fleshy pouch, and grinned as Delante's stance widened to allow the orc full access to his crotch. "...Fuckin' nice. I think we can work somethin' out." The orc chief then glanced to Crawden, who had turned his head away from the sight of his captor and the barbarian chief fraternizing with each other. "Now, what ta do with 'im." Delante's hand moved to the orc chieftain's chest, fingers stroking between Ogruzz's firm pecs and regaining the orc's attention. Their gazes met, held for a long moment, and then the human general's hand began to make its way down over the taut flesh of the orc's gut. Down to rub his fingertips into the sweaty creases at the base of his cock. Down to grasp the meaty shaft dangling between the orc's strong thighs. Delante rolled the orc chieftain's foreskin back, and his breath hitched as he took in the heady, fishy musk that wafted from the folds. "If I may make a suggestion, my dear new friend...?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- It didn't take too long for the human soldiers to construct the strange device at the center of the camp; though they did have to ask for materials from the members of the tribe. A few of the watching orc boars--Chief Ogruzz included--murmured in recognition as it was completed. A pillory, which they had seen in the human towns; and which some had been subjected to themselves. They watched in satisfaction as the former Lord Crawden was roughly stripped nude by the soldiers, what remained of his finery being torn and slashed away from his body as he struggled and shouted muffled profanities through his gag, and finally bent over at the waist so his wrists and neck could be bound in place. Delante lead Chief Ogruzz forward once the work was complete, letting the orc chief examine his soldiers' work while gesturing to them to stay at ease. Ogruzz looked down at the hated enemy of his tribe, nude and bare and presented for them all to see; his body, soft and weak like most of the human nobility, jiggling slightly as he struggled in his bindings. He set a hand on Crawden's arched back, tracing down towards the human's ass and setting off another round of muffled curses. He gave the fatty mounds of the human captive's rump a sharp slap to silence Crawden, noting the lack of muscle mass that would have given them the firm roundness he so enjoyed. At least the human was nice and hairy, with a thick blond forest showing in his cleft and running down his front side to Crawden's--admittedly well-formed, at least--package. Just like he liked it. "Aye, I thinks we c'n work wit dis." [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- Delante bowed again, smile still on his face as he watched the orc give the former Lord Crawden's ass a few more sharp, ringing slaps. "As I said, he is yours to do with as you please." He could see angry red handprints began appearing on the captive's pale asscheeks while Crawden bucked and cried out in the pillory, and could hear the rising guffawing and jeering from the watching orc tribe. "I'm sure that with some work, he will come to appreciate your men as much as we do in Cresia." "Prolly take a while." Ogruzz grasped Crawden's stinging rump to spread it wide open, exposing the tight pucker buried in between the soft cheeks. He moved down, pressing his face into the cleft, and took a deep sniff while Crawden yelped at the sensation of the orc's broad snout pressing against the untouched flesh. "Smells like he ain't never had a dick up this pretty l'il cunt a' his." "I'm almost jealous of him," Delante said as he sidled up next to Ogruzz. He reached down to grasp the orc chief's heavy malehood once more, stroking and pumping it; the thick member had already begun pulsing to life as Ogruzz manhandled the captive, and it only took a few moments of Delante tending to it to bring it to full erection. "If this is the first malehood he feels within him." [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- "Har, don't worry, Delly. Ye'll get'cher turn with it." The orc chief rose and grinned to the Cresian general as if they were old friends. He reached over to cup Delante's own firm ass and tug the human in close against his body, letting their cocks brush against each other and over the flesh of Crawden's hind end. Both men couldn't help giving each other matching grins at the bone-shaking shudder that ran through Crawden's bound body, and joined in with the tribe's laughter at the captive's expense. "First, though, how's about you n' me give dis guy 'is markin' as the clan bitch together?" "Together, Chief Ogruzz?" "Aye. 'S only proper fer the one ta bring in the captive ta get a piece a' him, right?" A firm smack on Delante's ass--more companionable than the rough spanking he'd given Crawden--made the human general's cock jump to attention, and Ogruzz's lips stretched around his tusks into a wide smirk. "We's still got our alliance ta work out, n' what better first step'n dis, ey?" "I bow to your wisdom, my good friend. In the name of our alliance, of course." Delante's face flushed at a few murmurs from the crowd, and he even noticed his own men trying to hide their smirking. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- "Aye, aye, sure." Ogruzz said nothing more, but his grin only widened as he led Delante to Crawden's front end. Again, the captive glared hatefully up at his captors, and began cursing fit to make the hardiest sailor blush as the two men pressed their crotches against either side of his burning face. Thick, rank, cloying orcish musk forced its way into the former lord's lungs with every breath, mingling with the scent of sweaty Cresian dick. A rough hand fisted in Crawden's hair, keeping his head in place as the two began humping. Grinding their cocks into his beard and over his shame-reddened cheeks. Letting their balls rub on his chin and his nose in turn. "Har, look at 'im. Sniffin' our dicks like a good breedin' bitch." Ogruzz pulled his foreskin back and pressed the smut-covered head of his cock right against Crawden's nostrils; the captive's eyes rolled in his head as the scent--strong and potent--nearly knocked him out. "Make 'im suck it!" The shout rose up from the watching crowd, and was echoed again and again in a growing, enthusiastic roar. "Fuck 'is mouth, Chief! Blow a load in 'is gullet!" Ogruzz grinned to the crowd, stroking himself for them and smacking his pulsing erection against Crawden's cheeks. "Now dat souns like an idear ta me! Ungag 'im, Delly." [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- The Cresian general nodded, stroking himself as well even as he untied the former Lord Crawden's gag. The captive spat as the cloth was pulled out of his mouth, and he let out the indignant roar of a wounded, cornered beast at the crowd. "Damn you! Wretched barbarians and Cresian bastards!" His curses were met with more jeering from the tribe as Ogruzz yanked on his hair to silence him. "Breedin' bitches don' get ta damn anyone. Dey takes their dicks n' likes 'em." The orc chief fed his cock into Crawden's mouth, glaring right into his eyes and pushing past the captive's tongue as it tried to force the unwashed shaft back out. "I feel even a hint a' teeth, n' I'll personally pull every single one outta yer skull." In the end, even though Ogruzz could feel Crawden's jaw tensing a few times, the captive kept his mouth open and slack to let the orc do as he pleased. Ogruzz snorted--even in his captivity, the human coward cared more about his life than his dignity. Delante watched, stroking and squeezing his cock as he hummed in consideration--orcish musk was well-known for its potency and aphrodisiacal properties, and perhaps the smell and taste of a virile orc chieftain's malehood was enough to affect even the former lord. The watching orcs murmured and laughed to each other as they pleasured themselves as well--for all his hoity-toity attitude, the former human lord was a dick-gargling slut. Perhaps the truth was somewhere in the middle. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- Nevertheless, Chief Ogruzz took over the position at Crawden's front end. He pumped and slammed his erection into the captive's mouth and throat to the cheering of his tribe, and whispered into Delante's ear. The Cresian general grinned, nodded, and moved around to Crawden's backside to kneel behind the former human lord. As his men and the orc tribe watched, Delante reached between the captive's legs to pump and squeeze Crawden's cock and balls while burying his face in the ass before him. Another bout of jeering laughter rose from the crowd as they pressed in closer, watching Crawden buck and moan into the chief's crotch while the Cresian lapped over and expertly tongued the captive's hole. They noticed Crawden's length growing hard from the stimulation--reached down to grope it and the rest of his bound body at a nod from Ogruzz--and masturbated to the sight of the two leaders using their new bitch. Ogruzz, meanwhile, looked down to Crawden's reluctantly-pleasured face, and wondered just how experienced Delante was with his tongue--how many of the general's men, how many of his orcish allies back in Cresia, had felt that eager tongue gliding over their rims and pushing inside to caress their inner walls. Fuck, he wanted to find out for himself. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- He groaned, grasping Crawden's head and bucking against the captive's face. It only took a few more moments of working into the tight, wet mouth and throat, listening to the former lord gag and groan around his cock, before he finally blew his load with a grunt and a triumphant yell. The captive squirmed as thick ropes of orcish seed were pumped down his gullet to settle heavily in his roiling stomach, while the watching orcs echoed their chief's orgasmic cries with a raucous cheer. However, the orc chief didn't seem to be done with his new bitch; he held his softening cock in Crawden's mouth, panting harshly, and then let out a long, relieved sigh as the former lord began to choke and sputter once more. "He's pissin'! The Chief's pissin' right down Crawden' gullet!" The shout drew the attention of the watching orcs and even Delante and his men, who all pressed in to watch the strong-smelling liquid trickle out from between the captive's lips to soak his short-cropped beard. Ogruzz grinned to the watching men--he loved it when he could show the tribe his strength and virility, and now seeing even the Cresian soldiers pulling their foreskin-less cocks out to stroke off to him was sending pulses to the orc chief's rejuvenating member--and pulled his length free from the former lord's mouth. The raunchy, acrid smell of piss filled the air as the dark yellow liquid splashed and splattered on Crawden's face, stinging his eyes and making him whimper and groan at this new humiliation. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- "Dat's right. Lord Crawden--naw, Cumdump--'ere loves it. Don'tcha?" Ogruzz cupped the captive's chin to wrench his face upward. As the last dribbles of his liquid waste flowed over Crawden's forehead, soaking into his hair, the captive glowered up into the orc chief's eyes. "Ye love suckling the cum n' piss right outta a big, strong boar's dick, eh?" "Damn... you..." "Har! Looks like Cumdump needs a bit more coaxin', mates!" Rumbles of laughter rose from the crowd as the chief smacked Crawden across the face with his revived erection. "Use his cunty l'il face as ye like. Make 'im yer breedin' 'ole n' toilet. When I'm done wit 'is arse, ye can do the same back there!" The watching men cheered, surging forward as Chief Ogruzz moved to make his way around to the captive's prone backside. Crawden--Cumdump--cried out as more musky orc cocks ground against his stained, burning cheeks, rubbed over his lips, and were shoved into his mouth to breed his throat like an onahole. Ogruzz, meanwhile, found Delante in the crowd and dragged the Cresian general along by the arm as they took their place behind the captive. "N' as fer you, Delly, I want yer tongue up me cunt. Need ta get'cha acquainted with it 'fore ya breed it, right?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- Delante nodded as he met the chief's gaze, his dribbling erection pulsing and throbbing. "Yes, I suppose so. For the alliance between our two forces, of course." "'Course." Ogruzz grinned, grasping and kneading and spreading Cumdump's ass with one hand to push his erection into the hairy cleft while giving Delante's own backside a squeeze with the other. As the orc chief ground his length over the captive's tight, winking hole and between the soft, hairy asscheeks, the Cresian general moved to squat down--and tapped Ogruzz's thigh, gesturing underneath the captive with a grin. Ogruzz looked. He guffawed. He reached down to grasp the former human lord's own throbbing, pulsing, freely-leaking erection and give it a few rough pumps. "Keep it up, lads! Cumdump likes it!" Another raucous cheer rose up as the orcs pushing their crotches into Cumdump's face began to hump and grunt more eagerly. One, who finished with a long, deep sigh, aimed his softening malehood at the splatters of seed on the captive's cheek and began to wash them away with his own steaming stream of piss; the crowd roared and jeered with delight at the sight, and the pissing orc moved away once he'd finished relieving himself to make room for one of his brethren. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- Meanwhile, Ogruzz pressed the wet tip of his length against the captive's pucker. Pushed against it. Teased around the rim before rocking forward and forcing his thick member deep into the former human lord's unprepared hole. Cumdump screamed--gagged and choked around the cock in his throat--as the orc chief stretched his inner walls with his intrusion. Ogruzz was merciless, sinking in deep until his full balls settled against Cumdump's taint. And then the orc chief felt Delante spreading his ass, the Cresian general exploring Ogruzz's dank, musky cleft with his nose and tongue. Inhaling rank orcish musk and tasting the sweat that had gathered on Ogruzz's pucker. Delving into the orc's own loose hole to swirl around within his cunt. Ogruzz threw his head back to let out a moan for the benefit of the watching tribe, and then began to rock himself between the two humans. Again, and again, and again. Deeper and faster and harder. Sighing and groaning with every vice-like clench of the tight heat engulfing his cock. Listening to the whimpering of the captive beneath him as he stroked and smacked the fatty cheeks of Cumdump's ass with his hips and hands. Feeling the Cresian behind him eating his ass like a man starved for a fortnight. His balls churned, pulling up and readying themselves to dump their load into the passage clenching around his cock even as Delante fondled and squeezed and tugged at them. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- When Chief Ogruzz roared out his orgasm, slamming himself home inside of Cumdump's hole, his blissful roar was accompanied by yet another cheer from the crowd. And that cheering turned to jeering, mocking laughter at the sight of the former human lord's cock pulsing and wilting beneath him, spent from spurting its own load into the dust. With one final, firm, ear-ringing slap on Cumdump's ass, the orc chief pulled his cock free of the captive's clinging hole. "Right! He's all yours, boys!" As Chief Ogruzz retired to his tent with Delante, ready to resume their 'negotiations', the rest of the tribe fell onto Cumdump's shaking, trembling body. Orc after orc--and even the Cresian soldiers--using both ends to pleasure themselves. Grinding their cocks and balls and even their asses on his face, making him take in their mixed scents and taste every part of their sweaty bodies. Using his throat as both onahole and toilet, and filling his belly with their cum and their piss. Fucking and breeding his ass--his cunt--with wild abandon long into the evening. Finally, when the moon was high in the sky and the men of the orcish tribe were settling into their tents, spent and satiated, the Cresian soldiers freed Cumdump from the pillory. They bound his hands and gagged the sloppy, smut-filled hole of his mouth once more, and dragged him like a sack of provisions to the tent afforded them by the orc tribe. There they continued playing with the captive as they took their watches, grinding their sore, stinking feet into his face and chest and crotch and smacking his abused ass just to hear him whimper and groan. Cumdump finally fell into an exhausted sleep as the Cresians continued to fondle and grope his prone, bound body. [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 5.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- Morning after morning, Cumdump was trotted out to the pillory and left for the tribe's public use. Day after day, his mouth and ass were filled with orcish cock and cum and piss, the stench of the virile orc men staining every inch of his body. When the Cresians left to rejoin their company, ready to report the success of their negotiations with the Lowland River Tribe, Chief Ogruzz took over the captive's care personally. Night after night, the chief and his mates took Cumdump into their tent, alternating tender affections with rough smacks and tortuous teasing. After a fortnight, they stopped having to bind and gag him at night. After two, he would take himself out to the pillory and wait eagerly to be put in place. The next fortnight, when Delante returned with his commanders for a delegation with Chief Ogruzz, Cumdump was there on his hands and knees to greet them at the entrance to the chief's tent. An order from the orc chief was all it took for him to rise up and help the Cresians out of their armor and clothing, and then sink back down to lap the sweat off their soles and suckle on their toes. He took their cocks into his mouth in turn, bobbing and lapping and swirling his tongue with practiced ease. He swallowed their loads, and when they tapped the top of his head he laid his cheek on their thighs and eagerly drank from their bladders. Not a single man present spoke the name of Crawden, the former lord of the province. Cumdump was content, happy, and eager to serve and service when he was called. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 5.16]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- Urzent sighed, rubbing the back of his bald head and scratching at one of his pointed ears. He was old, too old to deal with this kind of shit. His heavily scarred body had been on one too many raids, and he had been looking forward to being allowed retirement with the spoils of his years of successes--the many fine, eager, burly men he'd taken as his mates over his long career--and spending the remainder of his life instructing the younger boars in combat. His experience and techniques passing to the younger generations, being used and improved upon long after he was put in the ground. This last haul would be the crowning achievement of his service to the tribe, and would inspire his sons and the other young boars to follow in his footsteps. Now, however, this snag was set to mar his success with the shame of capturing a boy who couldn't fight back. He couldn't just let the lad go; there was a chance, however slim, that the young human would make it back to the fort, and could tell them which direction his raiding party had gone. Even if he didn't, the woods were dark and twisted at night, and the thought of leaving the human to wander until he fell to the fang of some beast or starvation or some other misfortune left Urzent's mouth tasting sour. The orc didn't even consider spilling the boy's blood himself--that would be a shame that would follow him into the afterlife, and be enacted upon him in turn by his ancestors for eternity. Urzent finally shook his thoughts away with a deep, heavy sigh. There was nothing for it; the human would have to become his. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- The younger human's whimpering fell into terrified silence at the orc's approach. Wide, earth-brown eyes stared up at Urzent with the primal, animalistic fear of a rabbit facing the wolf's bared jaws. He was dressed in a thin nightshirt and pair of breeches, and Urzent could see a fairly-dark bruise on the lad's cheek--another shame he'd have to bear, if it was made by one of his men. With another sigh, Urzent reached toward the human and was met with a wordless, desperate scream. "Quiet, lad! I ain't gonna hurt'cha!" "Let me go!" Urzent grunted as the human's bound hands shot forward to punch him square in the right eye. He stayed steady--a little shiner was nothing to the massive orc--but reached up to rub the stinging flesh nonetheless. That was a pretty nice shot, one that Urzent wouldn't have expected from the smaller male. The young human let out another desperate cry as he was picked up by the orc, beating and kicking the far-larger male as he was cradled against Urzent's bare chest--the orcs had stripped out of their own armor after making camp to enjoy their 'celebrations'--and Urzent took each blow with a hum of consideration. He could feel the beginnings of lithe, compact muscles as the human squirmed in his grip; nothing near what the orc would look for in an opponent in battle, but a good start for the younger human's age. Although, the struggling was making carrying him a lot harder than it needed to be, and so Urzent shifted his grip so he could grip the back of the lad's short-haired head and shove the human's nose into the crook of his armpit. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- The human struggled for a few more moments, groaning and shouting out desperate pleas and profanities, and then finally melted into a boneless, mewling heap in Urzent's arms as he breathed in the rich scent of the orc's body. Urzent grinned, petting through the human's brown hair. "Dat's it, lad, deep breaths. Take a good whiff a' ol' Urzent's stink..." The spicy, pungent musk of their sweaty, battle-worn bodies had always been one of the orcs' most potent weapons, able to turn even the most combative opponent into putty in a boar's hands. And it seemed to be working on the younger human just as well--very well--judging by the way he began to cling to Urzent's shoulder with his bound hands and rub his nose into the crook of the orc's arm, taking deep sniffs of the scent there. Perhaps dealing with this particular captive would be easier than the orc had thought. Urzent found a fallen log a short distance away from the camp; close enough that the flickering light from the campfires still filtered through the trees, illuminating the both of them in an intimate half-darkness, but far enough away to afford the two some privacy. He sat down, positioning the younger human atop his lap, and lifted his arm up high to bare the sweat-soaked tuft of oily black hair within. The younger human was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, letting out a low groan as he buried his nose into the orc's armpit to continue breathing in the larger male's musk. Urzent murmured to the lad, petting trhough the young human's hair, and for a moment was reminded of the first sampling his sons had taken of his scent; the way the young boars had climbed into his lap, burying their snouts into his chest and armpits and grinding their adolescent erections into his hip as they sniffed and snuffled about. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- The orc was broken out of his reverie by the feeling of something firm poking into his side, and let out a soft guffaw. "Really like it, don't'cha boy?" "Not a boy..." The young human's voice was hazy and distant, drunk off the scent of Urzent's musk, but it gained a soft petulance as he looked up to meet the orc's gaze. "I'm eighteen summers, already entered manhood. I can fight..." It might've been a threat--seemed to be, by the way his squirming in Urzent's lap resumed for a moment--but Urzent let it pass. "Dat so? Sorry den, lad." He couldn't stop a grin from stretching his lips around his tusks at a groan of annoyance. "What'cher name, den, hm?" The smaller male seemed reluctant to answer. His eyes began to dart around, lazy at first, but with growing urgency as the scent of the orc's armpit faded from his nose. He flinched at the touch of Urzent's large, calloused hand on his back, and shuddered as it stroked up and down his spine. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- "Relax, lad, ain't gonna hurt'cha." Urzent leaned in, ignoring the sharp inhalation of breath from the young human, and nuzzled into the lad's neck. His tusks slowly rubbed against the smaller male's throat, tender and gentle, and the human in his arms shivered once more as the orc's lips joined them in caressing the delicate flesh. "Come on, ye can at least let ol' Urzent know yer name, aye?" "Mmf." Again, hesitation, and then a soft sigh. "Miles." "Miles, eh?" Urzent chuckled, and then made the young human hiss and clutch onto him with a sharp suckle on Miles' throat. He let his tongue slowly rub over the spot, and drew out a low moan from the smaller male. "N' what were ya doin' at the fort, lad?" Again, Miles seemed reluctant to talk--he had been taken captive by the orc raiding party, after all--but Urzent gradually drew the story out with every tender kiss and touch and scrape of his tusks along the young human's throat. Miles had been assigned to the fort by his father, a high-ranking noble, to learn about military command from his brother, who was a captain of the army. At least, that was the apparent intention: in reality, Miles had been given every menial, embarrassing, dirty job that his brother could think of, and had been rebuffed at every turn when he tried to gain anything of value from the older human. Miles had always been the unfavorite of his family, scrawny and weak, and had grown used to being passed over in all matters in favor of his older brother; and Miles' brother had taken advantage of his younger sibling's weakness and their father's favor for pretty much all of their lives. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- Urzent listened, humming thoughtfully and sympathetically. He'd never understand humans and the way they seemed to relish screwing each other over for the slightest bit of advantage; in the orc tribes such behavior would get you thrown out on your ass, since only demonstrated a lack of care for the prosperity of the tribe as a whole. He stroked and petted the young human, untying Miles' wrists so the smaller male could cling to him; and from the way the lad pressed against him and mewled with every touch and caress, Urzent began to wonder if the smaller male had ever felt any kind of affectionate touch. "...so that's why I was down in the cellar when you attacked." Miles' cheek rested heavily on the sweat-slick flesh of Urzent's broad, supple chest, his arms around the larger male's torso. His eyes were downcast, his expression shameful and sullen. "I wanted to help, but even hitting one of the orcs--one of you--from behind didn't do anything. And then I got knocked over and dragged off like the useless lump I am..." Urzent grunted, hooking a finger under Miles' chin and lifting his face up. "N' is dat how ya got dis 'ere shiner, lad?" His thumb brushed the dark bruise under Miles' eye; the young human flinched and tried to turn his face away, but Urzent gripped it with a gentle, firm hand. "No, that's old..." [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- "Huh..." Urzent's brow furrowed at that. If what Miles had been saying about his treatment under his brother's command was true, then he had a pretty good idea of where the bruise had come from. He was both relieved that he wouldn't have to tan one of his men's hide, and incensed on the lad's behalf. "Can I just get back... to..." Miles flushed, looking downward once more. "Ta what? Back to da fort?" Urzent paused for a moment, and then gave the young human a wide grin. "...Or back ta sniffin' ol Urzent's stinky pits?" The young human sputtered and stuttered, face growing hot and red as he squirmed on Urzent's lap. The old orc gave Miles a flirtatious wink, and once again lifted his arm to bare the dank pit underneath. His scent, rich and pungent and masculine, filled the air around them and made both human and orc moan in musk-induced lust. Miles was drawn back into the orc's armpit, and could only rub his face into the hairy, sweat-slickened flesh while listening to Urzent's rumbles of pleasure. The larger male's hands rubbed the young human's slim shoulders, massaging and kneading and sliding down Miles' sides to the human's hips. With a whimper, the smaller male grabbed his pulsing crotch while taking a deep breath of Urzent's scent, and felt the old orc rub the back of his hand. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- "S'alright, lad. Show ol' Urzent how 'ard it makes ya." Urzent began to press soft kisses to the young human's brow and temple. Orc boars typically loved the scent of each other, shoving their snouts into each others' and their sire's and father's armpits and feet and crotches from the moment of their turn to adulthood, but Urzent knew that it was only a few humans who relished the scent as much as orcs did. Any human male would eventually break under the heady musk, but it was the humans who already had a taste, a desire, a need for the scents of another male's body that were affected by it to this extent. Whose minds swam in a haze of lust with every inhale, and whose bodies betrayed their desires so utterly. Urzent smiled, gently drawing Miles' face out of his armpit, and held it to make the human meet his tender gaze. "Ya love manstink, don'tcha lad?" "Yes." The admission had to be forced out, but it released a babbling waterfall of words as Miles let the old orc caress and undress him. "I've never smelled it so strong, or... so direct... but when Bradon would make me clean his boots or the mens' boots, or... do the washing..." "Guessin' Bradon's yer brother, aye?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- "Aye... uh, yes..." As soon as Urzent pulled the young human's nightshirt up and off and tossed it aside, Miles buried his face in the old orc's chest. Rubbed his face against the bare, sweaty flesh, and felt the plump muscles flex and bunch under him. "I loved to smell the insides of their boots. Or their... th-their dirty breeches. And when father would visit, I'd... I-I'd..." "You'd huff his stink, too? Sniff it right from his boots n' breeches?" Urzent chuckled, even as he continued to caress and explore Miles' bared upper body. Again, he could feel the potential for nice musculature under the lad's delicate skin; with a little time and training, he could be a fine warrior. The potential was there, in any case. He shook those thoughts away, and moved his hands lower to rub the young human's hips through Miles' own breeches. Over the rise of the lad's rump, and then around to his thin thighs. "Y'ever smell it from da source, lad?" "What?" Miles shivered under the old orc's touch, but the pulsing tent and the growing wet spot in the cloth of his breeches betrayed him. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- Urzent leaned in, his breath huffing over the shell of Miles' ear as he whispered, low and deep and husky. "Y'ever put'cher snout right in yer brother's pits, lad? Smell his stink like yer sniffin' ol Urzent's now? Ever do it wit'cher father?" One broad finger finally pressed against the tip of Miles' tent, rubbing and making the young human's breath hitch. "Yer father ever pull out da dick dat gave ya life n' let'cha sniff it?" "N-no. Never..." "Dat's a shame. Da first dick a male should e'er smell's his father's." Urzent looked down, humming in consideration once more even as Miles' cheeks blushed at his declaration. Even as he undid the tie of Miles' breeches and pulled them down to free the throbbing length of the human's cock. Even as he pulled Miles into his arms, embracing the shivering, shuddering young human, and even as Miles clutched onto him, clung to him, buried his face in the old orc's chest again. Finally, Urzent let out a long, drawn-out sigh, and wrapped his hand around Miles' erection. "Look, lad. Ye weren't s'pposed ta be taken, but now yer here, ol' Urzent needs ta take respons'bility fer ya." [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- Miles groaned, but didn't say anything as the orc began stroking his length. He just closed his eyes and settled against the old orc, enjoying the feeling of another's hand--however calloused--squeezing and rubbing and pumping his cock. His lips brushed against one of the orc's dark-olive nipples, and the young human pulled away; then Urzent cupped the back of Miles' head, and gently guided the young human back toward his pectoral. Their eyes met, and Urzent gave the young human a small, gentle--gentle, for a burly, tusked, barbarian warrior--smile. "Normally, dat'd mean takin' ye in as a mate, but... what I think ya really need's a father. One who'll treat'cha right, give ya both a proper upbringin' n' the care n' lovin' ye need..." The old orc's own cheeks were flushing dark and hot. "What'cha say? Wanna let ol Urzent treat'cha like a propa son?" Miles shivered again, pressing against the old orc. His gaze met Urzent's, both of them freezing in the moment. Teetering, hanging by a single thread. "A proper son..." Miles gulped, and looked from the orc's face to his chest, and finally down to the strong hand slowly stroking his cock. He shifted on the larger male's lap, and Urzent's own massive, pendulous length pulsed against his bare rump through the orc's thin loincloth. Finally, instead of answering with words, Miles dipped down to take one of the orc's plump, dark-olive nipples between his lips. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- Urzent crooned, pressing the young human into his chest as Miles began to suck. "Awww, fuck yeah. Dat's it, lad..." He petted through Miles' hair, and locked gazed with the young human. "...Dat's it, son." The old orc could feel the shudder of Miles' body, hear the young human's whimpering moan as he gave himself over to the larger male completely; clung to the old orc and suckled on his nipple like a babe while Urzent cradled him. The orc murmured to the young human, his voice quiet and tender. "Ye got a real fine dick, son." And indeed, it was. Good-sized and thick, with just enough foreskin to tease and tug and roll over the velvety head. And underneath, a pair of good-sized balls, full and heavy in their lightly-hairy sack. Urzent explored all over Miles' crotch, stroking through the thin, wispy hair--give it time and care, and the lad would probably have a fine bush down there--and groping and squeezing the human's erection. "And you have a fine... everything... P-Papa Urz..." Urzent guffawed. "'Papa Urz', eh? I likes it!" When he saw Miles looking down, blushing in embarrassment, he hooked a finger under the young human's chin and lifted his face. He looked right into the human's--his son's--eyes, and slowly rubbed his tusks against Miles' throat before pressing their lips together. "I really do, lad. Ye c'n call yer father dat whene'er ye like." He grinned and winked flirtatiously. "'Specially when yer blowing a hot, fat load down yer Papa Urz's gullet or up 'is cunt." [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- Miles finally gave the orc a smile, and placed a sloppy, inexperienced kiss on Urzent's--his papa's--scarred cheek. However, he continued to stammer and stutter in embarrassment. "I've never, well... uh..." "Never got'cher dick wet?" At Miles' silent headshake, Urzent let out a soft sigh and gave his son another kiss. "Ye wanna wit'cher Papa?" It only took a few moments for them to get ready for it. Urzent stood, lifting Miles up and setting the human on his feet, and then gave his son a slow, deep kiss. The lad proved to be very inexperienced, but the old orc was a gentle, patient teacher; he slowly worked Miles' mouth open and pushed his tongue past the human's lips, while teaching his son's own tongue the intimate dance of a passionate kiss. While Miles was distracted, Urzent pulled his loincloth off to completely bare his own body; bared his heavy, club-like erection, which brushed against Miles' own much smaller cock as the two lengths throbbed and pulsed between them. Then, with a grin, Urzent laid himself down on the leaf-covered ground, head resting on his arms, and spread his legs wide to let his son see his full nakedness. "Well, lad? What'cha think?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- Miles stared in open reverence. The old orc's body was heavily scarred, but the massive muscles--his pillowy pecs, boulder-like biceps, and tree-trunk thighs--made it clear that he'd earned every single one of them in glorious combat. Urzent only had a light dusting of graying black hair between his pecs and over his firm gut, which made the rich green of his skin only stand out more. And his cock and balls sat, massive and pendulous, between his legs; the length pulsing halfway up Urzent's gut, the head hooded by a plump layer of sweaty foreskin, and the balls beneath hanging like fat, ripe fruits in their sack. Miles fell to his knees, his hands on the old orc's thighs to steady himself, and looked to the older male. "Can I...?" "Sniff it? Lick it? Suck me balls 'n tongue me foreskin?" Urzent guffawed, rocking his hips up and letting the heavy length of his cock bounce on his stomach and waft its rich, heady scent right into Miles' face. "Go on ahead, son. Play wit Papa Urz's dick howe'er ye want." And Miles did. He was sloppy and clumsy, grasping and squeezing the shaft while tugging the foreskin back to reveal the fat, smut-and-pre-coated, musky head. His tongue darting out to flick and lap over the spicy, sweaty flesh to taste the flavor of his papa's cock. Up and down the length of it, and over the leathery sack of Urzent's balls. Urzent grunted and groaned, slowly directing the young human with his words and a few taps and light pats on the top of Miles' head; leading him towards every little sweet spot that made his erection throb and spurt thick, pungent precum onto the lad's lips and chin and cheeks. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- The old orc watched with a paternal smile as the human indulged himself. The way Miles groaned and whimpered as the shaft in his grip pulsed against his pre-smeared cheeks and tongue, the way he pushed his nose into every little crook and crease to sniff out Urzent's scent, and the way the lad took one musky, full ball into his mouth to suckle the sweat and musk right off it before switching to the other; all of it made Urzent croon and groan with fatherly pride. "Dat's it, ye were made ta suck Papa's dick, weren't'cha, lad?" It reminded the old orc of his mates, his own sons, the way their eyes had lit up with delight as they suckled and bobbed and worshiped their father's cock. "It's so... big. And smells so strong, Papa..." Miles moved up, latching onto the head, and his eyes fluttered as the pungent taste overwhelmed his senses. He hummed, sending buzzing vibrations down the length of the shaft and right into Urzent's crotch, and did his best to take as much of the old orc's dick into his mouth as he could; he lashed his tongue over and around the tip, and drunk down every shot of precum that dribbled out. "'N it's yers, son. Whene'er ye wanna taste a yer Papa's big, fat, stinkin' dick." He grinned, cupping Miles' cheeks, and slowly pulled the lad off of his length. It fell with a heavy, wet plop back onto his gut, splattering the flesh with mixed saliva and precum. "But we was talkin' 'bout getting' yer dick wet, aye?" "You mean...?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- The old orc chuckled at the widening of the human's eyes, and gave Miles another flirtatious wink. He grunted and groaned, lifting his hips up and splaying his legs. He could see the human watching as he spread his ass open wide, and could feel the cool night air caressing his dank cleft and winking pucker. "I mean, son, Papa wants ta feel dat fine dick a yers blowin' a load up his cunt." Miles nodded, his own erection bobbing and bouncing as he pulled back. Urzent murmured and whispered and rumbled words of encouragement and instruction to the human as he positioned himself. Grasping the old orc's thighs for support. Pressing his cock forward to rub the head over the greasy hole. Feeling the wet heat coming from the old orc's insides as he pushed forward. The lad whimpered, and received a soft croon in return as his grip on Urzent's thighs tightened. "Shhh, son. S'alright. Shove it on in, s'okay..." Inch by inch, Miles' cock sank into the tight, hot embrace of Urzent's back passage. The inner walls caressed and squeezed the human's shaft in ways he'd never felt before, judging by the low moans he was making. He gasped as the old orc grasped his hips and guided him forward. Finally, Miles' hips met Urzent's rump, his entire length buried inside of his papa. "It... it feels... so good..." [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.16]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.18]]

config.footer.center: "18" -- "I know, son. Yer doin' great. Jus' stay still, n' Papa'll tell ya how ta breed 'im." Urzent stroked over Miles' hips and thighs and sides, pulling the human down on top of him. Letting Miles lay on his belly and chest, and chuckling as the human groaned at the feeling of the old orc's cock grinding between them. "Slow, lad. Dat's it... shhh..." The old orc was tender and patient, caressing and petting his son's body as Miles began to hump into him. The human's eyes clenched shut as he let out a low, needy croon of his own, and Urzent let out a quiet guffaw. "Aye, lad. Ye got it." In and out, again and again. Miles' hips rocked as Urzent directed them with his hands and thighs. He finally seemed to get the rhythm Urzent was showing him, moving forward as the old orc pushed up, and squirmed atop the old orc in sexual bliss as he was rewarded with a vice-like clench around his erection. The human wasn't tall enough to properly kiss in the position they'd taken, but Urzent didn't mind; once more, his hand cupped the back of Miles' head and guided the human down to his chest. When Miles latched back onto the old orc's nipple, sucking and lapping and swirling his tongue around and over the firm, plump flesh, Urzent let out a blissful sigh of his own. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.17]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.19]]

config.footer.center: "19" -- Miles nursed on his papa, switching from one of the old orc's sweat-slick nipples to the other as he rocked and slammed into the larger male. He responded to every touch from Urzent--from Papa Urz--as the orc caressed his head and down his back and over his hips. The two let their moaning and cries of pleasure fill the air between them as Miles went faster. Harder. Deeper. Drawn into the older male with every squeeze of the orc's inner walls around his working manhood. Losing himself to the motion of thrusting into the old orc; the rhythm of breeding his papa. Finally, with a shuddering whimper and a sharp suckle on Urzent's chest, Miles came. He slammed forward, shaking and shivering as his orgasm swept over him, and Urzent held him close and tight. The orc pressed tender, loving kisses to his son's temple and the top of his head, and cooed into the younger male's ear. "Dat's right. Papa's cunt feels so good, aye? Fill 'im up, lad, breed'jer papa..." His hands went to the young human's rump once more, rubbing and squeezing and holding the human in place as he ground his cleft against Miles' crotch and milked the smaller male's cumming cock. When he felt the last few twitches and pulses inside him, Urzent slowly pushed the human's hips away to draw Miles' length out of his depths, and let his son collapse onto the forest floor beside him. While Miles whimpered and sighed and moaned in pleasure, Urzent dipped down to take the human's cock into his mouth and suck it clean. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.18]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.20]]

config.footer.center: "20" -- "Papa... oh, papa..." Now, it was Miles' turn to caress and stroke the old orc's bald head as Urzent bobbed and suckled on his cock. The length of it softened on the orc's working tongue and between his lips, and Urzent tended to it with the same care and affection he'd given the rest of the human's body. The same care and affection he planned to treat the lad with from now on. Urzent looked up, and their eyes met as the old orc swallowed down the last of the cum and smut on Miles' spent manhood. Then he kissed a slow trail up Miles' torso, dipping his tongue into the human's navel and snuffling into the lad's own armpits--the sweat of their exertion lingered there, bringing out Miles' own musky scent, and Urzent relished his first sampling of it--before drawing his son into a slow, deep kiss. "Is this real? Are we really... can I...?" "Aye lad, s'real. Ye can do anythin' wit yer papa--and wit yer papa's other sons n' mates--dat ya like." A soft grin and another wink made the young human blush so adorably, and Urzent couldn't stop himself from pulling his son back on top of himself so they could embrace each other. [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.19]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 6.21]]

config.footer.center: "21" -- "I'd... l-like that." Miles wrapped his arms around the old orc, clinging to the larger male and resting his head on Urzent's chest. "Especially if I can... s-sniff their stinky armpits. And their... th-their cocks." His face was burning with embarrassment at admitting his desires, but remained unhidden as he glanced up to meet his papa's approving gaze. "Har, yeah... yer gonna fit in da tribe jus' fine, son." For a moment, a vision of Miles flashed through Urzent's mind; a vision of what the lad would become under his tutelage and care. Tall and proud, his body sculpted through training and combat into masculine burliness. Nude and erect, sucking dick and taking any boar that offered his cunt like a champ; proud and open of his enjoyment of their bodies. Breeding fine, strong boars--sons--of his own; sons to whom he'd pass Urzent's love and care in turn. He looked down to the small, weak, potential-filled human dozing in his arms, and smiled as Miles reopened one sleepy eye to look up at him. "Rest, lad. We's got a long march ahead a' us back ta camp, n' I ain't gonna dally if ye fall behind." "Yes- er, uh... aye, papa..." The human yawned and nuzzled back into his place on Urzent's chest, and the old orc sighed. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting out of the raid, but perhaps this would work out just fine; he would make it work, for the sake of his new son. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 6.20]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- Rolf's eyes slowly flickered open, and his gaze dropped down to the orc--half-orc--sucking on his cock. The boy's--younger man's, no trace of boyhood left in his muscular, masculine form--skin was a deep green, like the rest of the orcs in the tribe, but his features were much more human; the jut of his jaw far less pronounced, and his tusks smaller than those of the purebloods. The half-orc looked up to meet Rolf's gaze with his deep-brown eyes--familiar eyes; Rolf's eyes--and smiled around the hardening length in his mouth. He groaned. He hummed--sending sweet vibrations shooting up the shaft into Rolf's crotch--and reluctantly pulled off. He smiled, wide and loving. "Mornin', father." Rolf returned the half-orc's grin with one of his own, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the other sleeping men piled up around them. "Morning, son. Already eager for what daddy can give you?" "'Course." The half-orc guffawed, latching back onto the older human's cock and giving the flesh a sharp suckle. He looked up into his father's eyes--needy, lustful, wanting--and Rolf let out another deep sigh as his hand caressed the younger man's strong jaw. Rolf grunted. He strained a bit. He finally sighed, and began to empty his bladder into his son's mouth. "Drink up, Ragg." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- Ragg moaned in bliss as the first spurts of Rolf's acrid, strongly-flavored morning piss filled his mouth, and began to eagerly gulp down the liquid waste. Rolf, meanwhile, lay back and let his mind wander. The months since he'd first been captured by the orc tribe--by Gurzz, the son of the chief--had been spent in complete and utter debauchery. He'd become familiar with--had come to enjoy--every sexual act that two men could perform together; from sucking cock to eating and fucking ass to just enjoying the rank, cloying, spicy musk of a man's body from every inch of it. And as his own body had been filled with rich, virile orcish seed again and again, he'd finally come to understand why the tribe was made up of only males; had come to understand the complete picture that comprised the glimpses of life in the tribe he'd first caught on the day of his capture. Rolf's belly had grown heavy, round, and taut. His guts had shifted; painfully at first, but as the transfiguration within him continued he'd begun to enjoy it. He'd felt that shifting slowly morph into something else; something alive within him. Rolf had become pregnant with Gurzz's offspring. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- It shouldn't have been possible--he was a male, after all--but Gurzz had explained that orc boars had the quirk of being able to get pregnant from laying with other men, either orc or human; that was how his father, Chief Urtz, had given birth to him. Further, that same quirk could occasionally be awakened even in human men who came in contact with virile, potent orcish semen. It was considered a great honor to become pregnant like an orc boar could--to contribute to the perpetuation of the tribe--and as soon as the firmness in his belly had started to show Rolf had found himself the center of Gurzz's attention; and that of the orcish leader's mates, and even many others in the tribe. Rolf had been kissed and stroked and caressed, having an orc or a half-orc or even some of the humans in the tribe--mostly the former members of his company, who were overjoyed for their former captain--hanging off of him nearly every moment of every day. And when the stone in his gut had dropped, and he'd been laid down with his legs lifted and Gurzz by his side, Rolf had given birth to a large, strong, healthy baby boy. His and Gurzz's son, Ragg. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- The child was taken to the nursery tent in the center of the orc village, where he'd quickly grown--matured in a matter of weeks, as most orcs did; though Gurzz claimed that purebloods grew to full adulthood in a matter of days--into a fine young man. Burly and muscular, like both his father and his sire; Rolf and Gurzz, respectively. Powerful muscles bulged under his smooth green skin, his sharp tusks jutted from his pronounced lower jaw, and a light dusting of Rolf's dark, soft hair ran down between his pecs to the fat, heavy shaft and sack between his firm thighs. And though Rolf had been conflicted at first, in the end even he had to admit it once he and Gurzz had welcomed the man their son had become with tight embraces and tender caresses and slow, deep kisses; Ragg was sexy. Rolf had quickly grown used to the idea of those kinds of relationships within the tribe--Gurzz boasted that many of his mates, the males he and Rolf ate with and lay with and shared their tent, had been sired by his own potent seed; some even birthed by his own father, Chief Urtz--but had shied away from the thought of participating himself. Old morals died hard after all, even as he'd given himself over to the debauchery of his new life with his new family. However, when his body had responded to Ragg's touch with ready arousal, and the half-orc had smiled so handsomely while indulging in the scents and flavors of his parents' bodies, Rolf's reluctance easily broke; as his reluctance with everything else about life in the tribe had under a haze of potent orcish musk. And when Ragg had requested to share their tent and stay as part of their harem--to become their mate--both Rolf and Gurzz has agreed with loving smiles of their own. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- Rolf was broken out of his reverie as he felt a humid puff of breath over his taint. With a belly-deep groan of pleasure, the human lifted and spread his legs to let Ragg snuffle into his cleft. He gasped at the touch of the half-orc's tongue on the sensitive flesh of his pucker; his cunt. His breath hitched as the wriggling muscle pushed through his loose ring with ease to taste his inner walls. He sighed, stroking through Ragg's hair as his erection pumped slick precum onto his belly while his son ate him out. "Mmm... Ragg..." The passionate croon of his son's name was answered with soft stroking and squeezing from the half-orc's thick fingers over Rolf's thighs. Ragg groaned, huffing in deep lungfuls of his father's scent, and then reluctantly pulled away to kiss a trail up Rolf's crotch. Over the human's own plump ballsack, letting his tongue cup each of the firm orbs within. Around the base of his father's manhood, up the underside of the shaft, and finally against the tip of the fat, throbbing, leaking head. Up the older man's torso, pausing to delve his tongue into Rolf's navel and swirl it around Rolf's pert nipples and push it up into the sweat-damp pits under Rolf's arms. Their lips finally met in a gentle kiss, and then Ragg carefully scraped his tusks along his father's throat. "Yer turn, daddy." A grin. A roguish, flirtatious wink. A flick of his musk-stained tongue. Ragg had inherited much more than just Gurzz's skin tone, tusks, snout, and dick from his sire. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- "Mm." Rolf was eager to blaze his own trail over the younger man's body, hitting the landmarks that Ragg had marked on his own flesh as the half-orc lay back on the furs piled on the tent floor. He suckled into the hollow of his son's throat, pressed his face into the half-orc's own rank, sweaty armpits, and practically worshipped the plump pectorals bouncing and flexing under his groping hands and eager lips. As Rolf attacked Ragg's nipples in turn, catching the plump nubs between his teeth and carefully nibbling at the tender flesh, he glanced at the other occupants of the tent. Turkk, another pureblood orc, snoring loudly with a pair of men pressed against either side of his wide, broad, burly body. Rakk and Takk, two of Gurzz's other sons--the ones birthed by Chief Urtz--snuffling and moaning as their faces rubbed against their elder's chest. Urzek--another half-orc--and his human father Colton--one of the only two other humans in Gurzz's harem--laying with their arms wrapped around each other and their erections slowly grinding together it their sleep. Rolf latched off to look downward, and felt a grin stretch across his flushed face; there, curled up with their faces pressed against their sleeping mates' soles, was Zugg--a heavily-scarred orc who'd been Gurzz's sworn battle-brother, friend, and mate all their lives--and Dendrick--the other human in Gurzz's harem. However, Rolf saw neither hide nor hair of Gurzz himself. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- With a deep sigh, Rolf lifted his head to meet his son's gaze once more. "Hey, Ragg? Did you see where your sire went?" "Think 'e said summin' 'bout meetin' wit' da chief." Ragg grunted, his large hand stroking down Rolf's spine to cup the human's ass. "Prolly wanted a taste a' his daddy's cunt, jus' like I'm hankerin' fer mine." With another grin and wink, the half-orc pushed a blunt digit into Rolf's cleft to drag it over his father's pucker. Rolf laughed, trying to keep the sound quiet in the tent full of sleeping men. "You are as insatiable as each other, that's true." His voice, low and husky, purred out from him as he felt that fat finger slip into his clamping, clenching hole. "Need to drain your bladder or your balls first, boy?" "Balls. Always balls." Ragg's free hand grasped Rolf's chin, tilting it up so their lips could meet once more. "'N always inside ya, daddy." "Ragg..." Rolf tried to stop the whine gathered in his chest from pouring out his slack jaw, but the half-orc's finger easily finding and pushing that spot inside him that always made him see stars--the spot that had helped him grow addicted to having big, leaky cocks in his ass, whether human or orc or half-orc--drew it out from him. "Fuck me, Son... rut me like the bitch I am..." The words always made his cheeks burn, but over the months he'd spent in the tribe they had come to fit Rolf like a glove. He was a bitch. A cum-and-piss guzzling, cock-loving, musk-huffing breeding bitch for his mates. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- "Yeah, ya wannit, daddy? Want'cher son's load in yer cunt?" Ragg's own husky voice answered Rolf's as their hips rocked together. Like Colton's and Urzek's, their erections pulsed and throbbed and ground against each other, smearing thick layers of precum over their bellies. "Wanna have me kid?" "Fuck yes..." The thought would have sickened the old Rolf; the Rolf that only occasionally indulged in 'understandings' with his men on the long, lonely, dusty trails and in the quiet hours of guard duty. The Rolf that had been lost under the funk of Gurzz's musk, and debauched into a proud member of the tribe. Now, the desire--the need for a load of cum in his guts, and the feeling of that growing heaviness within him--burned and writhed and sent an eruption of pre spurting from deep within him. "Breed me hard and deep Ragg. I want to feel your seed in me. I want to give you a son of your own..." A groan from below. A hand around his ankle, and a tongue playing over the ball of his foot and into the cleft of his toes. A soft, huffing inhalation, warm air over his sole, and then a pleasure-filled sigh. "C'n we get in on dis, Rolfy?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- Rolf looked down again, meeting Zugg's still-sleep-hazed eyes. Dendrick was busy grinding Ragg's own foot against his nose and lips while pumping his oddly foreskin-less manhood, but a glance from the other human made it clear that he was interested as well. "Did I wake you? Apologies." Rolf didn't seem all that sorry to have roused--aroused--his mates. "No need t'apologize." A hand groping his ass, gripping one cheek and spreading it wide to bare Rolf's hole; and the finger buried in it to the knuckle. A chuckle, deep and rumbling. A pair of soft moans. Turkk grinned to Rolf and Ragg, while Rakk and Takk gazed at the pair from the hollows of the older orc's armpits. "Best way ta wake up's with the sounds'a humies in heat. Right boys?" "Aye." Rakk spoke with a grin of his own, while Takk nodded in agreement with his brother. All three purebloods' erections twitched with arousal, filling the air with the potent stink of orcish cock. Rolf glanced over to Colton and Urzek, watching as the other father-son couple stirred as well. Their eyes blinked open, gazing around in sleepy confusion before clearing as they awoke fully. Warm, loving smiles bloomed on their faces as they shared a deep kiss, and then looked to their other mates. To Rolf. Approval--understanding and fellowship--shone in Colton's eyes as he gave Rolf a nod, and Urzek's blush told all that needed to be said about his attraction to his half-brother. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- Rolf let out a soft, sighing laugh. "Let's do our mateship duties with each other, then?" "I gots ta piss, if anyone wants a drink." Turkk grinned, and Takk immediately dipped down to latch onto his fellow orc's plump length. "So do I." That was Dendrick, the human speaking just as shamelessly as any orc boar. "And me." Urzek shifted closer to the pile, dragging Colton along with him. As they pressed in against Rolf and Ragg and Dendrick and Zugg, the rich smells of their own sweaty bodies joined the funk hanging in the tent air. Rolf breathed it in slow and deep; and as he was laid down and surrounded by his big, strong, sexy men--his mates--he let out a sigh of bliss. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- The sun was high in the sky before Rolf finally stumbled out of Gurzz's tent, body smeared and coated in sweat and musk and cum and urine. He'd been rutted by every man in the tent in turn, feeling their cocks blowing their loads inside him and their cum mingling and stewing in his guts. Urzek, impatient to empty his bladder, had bathed his mates in his rank, acrid, stinking piss, and Rolf had been eager to lap it up off their bodies. He'd played with Dendrick's bare, fat cocktip, kissing and licking along the scar of circumcision underneath it before deepthroating the entire thing. He'd cleaned Rakk and Takk's spent erections while the orc brothers shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss with each other. He'd felt Zugg lavishing his soles and toes with tender affection; and when the orc had offered his own foot to Rolf, the human had huffed its stench as eagerly as he did the smell of Rakk's and Turkk's and Colton's armpits. As his other mates had finally left to start their day, giving Rolf and each other gentle kisses and nudges and gropes, Ragg had stayed behind to help his father stand and to support the human on his trek out of the tent. "Fuck... I'm pregnant for sure after that." The human caressed his gut--the firm roundness that had grown over his time in the tribe, and that hadn't completely faded after Ragg's birth--and grunted. "Wouldn't be surprised." A warm hand covered his own, thumb stroking Rolf's own, and Ragg dipped down to press a suckling kiss to his father's throat. "Fuckin' beautiful, y'are." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- "Mm, your sire said the same thing when you were still in my belly." Rolf chuckled, and caught one of Ragg's tusks between his lips to give the bony spike a quick kiss. "Speaking of, I wanted to go check in on him and Urtz. Mind helping me over there?" "Sure, father." Ragg gave the older human a flirtatious wink--one of Gurzz's winks--and let his hand cup Rolf's rump once more. "But only if I get ta join in when he dumps a load in yer cunt as well." Rolf affected a weary sigh even as his own hand squeezed Ragg's plump, twitching, semi-hard length. "Insatiable." "You love me." "I do." Another slow, deep kiss, and Rolf began his walk towards the chief's tent with Ragg's assistance. His eyes wandered over the orcish camp, breathing deeply of the funk hanging heavily in the air. Sweat. Orc and human and hybrid musk. Masculine arousal. Home. He smiled at the sight of naked tribesmen mingling with each other, gathered around roaring fires to share mead and meat with each other. He nodded in greting to familiar faces; men who had been captured alongside him, and who had settled into life in the tribe along with him. Fletcher. Morrison. Gabe, who had been his second in command in the human army. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- He blinked. He looked back to Gabe. He smiled and called out. "Ho there! Congratulations!" Rolf tugged at Ragg's arm, and the orc helped him over to sit beside the other human. Gabe was naked. Gabe was sitting in another orc's--his own mate's--lap. Gabe was grinning with glee as he caressed the firm, rotund rise of his pregnant belly. "Ho, Cap- Rolf!" Even after their months in the tribe, the former army men still occasionally slipped up in addressing Rolf by the rank he'd held in his previous life. Gabe's grin widened as he opened his thighs, letting Rolf reach between them to grasp and stroke the other human's erection; the erection Rolf had been familiar with before, but had grown extremely, shamelessly intimate with since they'd joined the tribe. "Mmf. Been tryin' ever since you gave birth, and it finally took." After a glance to Gabe's mate, and a nod of approval from the grizzled orc, Rolf leaned in to give Gabe a slow, deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues twined together, their lips worked against each other, and their breath huffed against each others' faces when they finally pulled back. "Remind me to visit your tent, like you did for me." Rolf smiled, and brushed his thumb over Gabe's flushed cheek. "Aye." Gabe nodded. He returned Rolf's smile with one of his own. He reached down, took the other human's own throbbing cock into his grip, and gave it a squeeze. "Me n' Vexx'll will look forward to it. Right, Vexxy?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- "Aye." Vexx looked to Rolf and Ragg with a lustful eye, flicking his tongue over his lips and tusks. Inter-harem relationships were often encouraged--what better way to build solidarity within the tribe?--and Rolf was overjoyed at the opportunity his new life afforded him to ogle so many burly men--orcs and humans and hybrids alike--without fear of reprisal. To sit here with Gabe like this, the two men stroking each other's dribbling, throbbing erections as they shared the occasional kiss or low, lustful murmur with each other. To push his face into the dank, hair-filled armpit Vexx bared to him with a knowing wink, and breathe in a lungful of the orc's rich manstink. To glance over and see Ragg--his son, naked and aroused and completely shameless--offering his crotch to Gabe, and hear the half-orc's lustful crooning as the human ran his lips and tongue over the younger man's own bare package. Ragg dipped down so he and Vexx could scrape their tusks against each others' throats, and Rolf pushed forward so he and Gabe could kiss around the twitching shaft of the hybrid's cock. He could feel the eyes of the other tribesmen glancing their way occasionally; hear the moans and sighs and murmurings of the watching voyeurs. In the village--in his old life--Rolf never would have dreamed of doing something like this out in the open. But now here he was, in the middle of a four-way make-out and mutual masturbation session in the middle of the orc camp; though many other members of the tribe were being just as intimate--just as raunchy--with each other, so what had he to fear? He could be open. He could be shameless. He could live out the most perverted fantasies he'd never dared to entertain every single day. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- With a husky groan, Rolf reluctantly pulled away from Gabe and Vexx. He stood with Ragg's assistance, and gave his former comrade--his companion--a nod. "Tonight. If not tonight, then tomorrow night." "Aye, Rolf." Gabe settled back against Vexx, letting out a quiet groan of his own as the orc took over rubbing the human's full, taut belly. "We'll see you then." And with that, Rolf and Ragg continued their stroll through the camp. The half-orc's arm remained slung around the human's waist, his hand occasionally settling on one of Rolf's firm, flexing asscheeks, and Rolf leaned heavily against his son's broad side; his weakened legs had regained their strength, but the human enjoyed the feeling of the half-orc's sweaty, hair skin brushing against his own as they walked. They paused to share a bit of roasted meat with a group around one of the fires--and both Rolf and Ragg showed their appreciation by gobbling down their hosts' 'meat' with enthusiasm--before finally reaching the chieftain's tent. A nod to the pair of orcs standing on either side of the entrance--a flirtatious smile, a kiss, and a few slow pumps of their thick cocks for each man--and the two made their way inside. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- The inner chamber of the tent was humid, stuffy, and filled with the heady funk of two orc boars having rutted all morning. The groans and sighs of pleasure only confirmed Ragg's earlier supposition; Gurzz and Urtz were fucking. However, as the two visitors caught sight of the pair working against each other in the recesses of the tent, their eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't Urtz laying on his back, grunting and panting as he was filled by his son's cock again and again; it was Gurzz with his legs wrapped around the chieftain's pumping hips, moaning in tandem with every thrust of his father's malehood into him. "Well now, what's this?" Rolf raised an eyebrow as he and Ragg moved forward, sitting themselves down next to the murmuring, sighing, rocking men. "Nnnf... 'ey, Rolf, Raggy." It was Urtz who answered; he turned his face away from grinding against the sweaty sole of his son's lifted foot and gave the two a broad grin. "Me 'n Gurzz 'ere was jus' discussin' 'is succession fer da role a' chieftain." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.16]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.18]]

config.footer.center: "18" -- Gurzz grunted, opening his clenched eyes and looking up to meet Rolf's stare. "Mmm... bet it's surprisin' seein' me takin' a dick up me cunt, eh?" His hand stroked over his bouncing, flexing pectorals and down his gut to grasp his bobbing cock, and the orc let out a hoarse guffaw as Rolf's gaze followed the motion like a lodestone. "To say the least." Rolf's face was burning, but there was no shame in his expression as he took in the sight of Urtz's--admittedly pretty thick--cock sinking into the younger orc's hole again and again. In all the time that Rolf had spent in the tribe, not once had Gurzz bottomed; not to him, of course, but not even to Turkk or Zugg. The human lay himself down next to his mate, tucking himself into the crook of the orc's arm and listening to the larger male's moaning and panting; from the sound of it, it was his first time. "What brought this about?" "Mm... well..." One of Gurzz's strong arms held Rolf tight against his side, while the other tugged Ragg down to lay with the half-orc's fathers as well. The trio pressed and ground against each other, Chief Urtz looming above them as he picked up the pace of his rutting. "F-fuck, Dad, easy... I..." A particularly hard thrust cut the orc's voice off in a deep groan as his erection jumped and spat a large glob of precum onto his gut. [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.17]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.19]]

config.footer.center: "19" -- "You like it...?" Rolf's hand stroked through the dense hair coating the orc's chest, his fingertips finding and playing with the thick nubs of Gurzz's olive nipples in the wiry forest. "Like getting your cunt fucked, Gurzz? Love the feeling of a cock pounding deep into you? Blowing a load in your cunt...?" Rolf's husky voice murmured out; how many times had he been teased like this as Gurzz, and Ragg, and all their mates had rutted him in succession? Now seeing the orc like this--vulnerable and submissive, even if it wasn't exactly to him--sent a thrill down Rolf's spine and straight into his crotch. "Aye... Dad's showin' me what I been missin'..." Gurzz's hips rocked up as Rolf's hand wrapped around the orc's cock. He pumped into the human's grip, rocking himself between the squeezing and stroking of his mate's grasp and the deep, slamming thrusts of his father's manhood. Ragg, meanwhile, had tucked his face into Gurzz's dank armpit and was lavishing the hairy, sweaty, musky flesh with his lips and tongue. "Nnn, fuck dat's good... N' what I'm gonna be getting' from now on..." "Oh, so does this mean I'll finally get a chance to fuck you for once?" Rolf's own lips caught one of Gurzz's nipples, rolling the nub between them before flicking his tongue over it. "Aye." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.18]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.20]]

config.footer.center: "20" -- Rolf blinked, lifting his head to look to Gurzz "Aye?" Just like that? Sure, he'd become intimately familiar with the orc's plump, firm, supple ass and the taut, raunchy pucker buried in his sweaty, hairy cleft; the smell of it, the taste of it, the feeling of it flexing and clenching against his working tongue as Gurzz used his face as a seat. But never had the orc given any inkling of desire to be penetrated. "What brought this on, Gurzz?" The orc just blushed, deep and hot, and looked away from Rolf. A low guffaw from behind accompanied a pair of rough tusks scraping Rolf's nape, and Chief Urtz's own voice crooned into the human's ear. "'E saw ya carryin' 'is kid, n' started feelin' the urge in 'is own cunt. The need ta have a load in ya... to feel it growin' into a strong boar in yer gut..." Rolf's cheeks burned at the words being murmured into his ear, accompanied by the occasional humid puff of breath against the shell. "Oh...?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.19]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.21]]

config.footer.center: "21" -- "W-well..." Gurzz cleared his throat, and then spoke up. "The chief 'ere ain't as fertile as 'e used ta be. Ain't poppin' out many boars nowadays, despite takin' near every dick that comes 'is way." Urtz just shrugged, a shameless grin on his face. "'N, well... we were discussin' 'im steppin' down, n' me takin' o'er fer him..." "And this is one of the duties you need to take on. Being the tribe's breeding slut." "Aye." Blunt. Shameless. Totally, completely like Gurzz. Rolf hummed. "So then... what happens to you, chief?" "Dat's also what we's been discussin'." Now it was Urtz' turn to blush, deep and red and hot on his craggy cheeks. "If ye'd 'ave me, I'd like ta join ya in me boy's harem. Be a propa mate fer 'im, stead'a jus' takin' his dick every other fortnight." "Would we still get to rut'cher cunt, too?" Ragg, ever the practical thinker, lifted his face from Gurzz's armpit to look to the chieftain. "Har, a course!" Urtz guffawed, and surged forward to scrape his tusks and brush lips against the half-orc's. "Me ripe cunt n' stinkin' dick... me mouth n' hands n' feet n' pits n' tits... dey'd all be yers. All 'a yers." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.20]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.22]]

config.footer.center: "22" -- Rolf moaned at the thought, rocking his dribbling length against Gurzz's hip and smearing it with his precum. Breathing in the older orc's thick scent as it mingled with their own; tasting his piss every morning, bathing his sweat-and-smut-and-cum-soaked body with their tongues every day, and eating a heady cocktail of their mingling seed from his gaping cunt every night. "Yes. Oh, yes..." "Heh, dat's two votes fer yes." Gurzz grinned, and nodded down to where Ragg had blown his own hot, thick load all over Urtz' thigh. The half-orc flushed, embarrassed, but only received tender caresses and kisses from his sire and Chief Urtz. "N' I know everyone else'll be honored ta have ya, too." "Den it's settled..." Once more, Chief Urtz picked up the pace. Faster. Faster. Slamming his cock into Gurzz to the hilt with every thrust. "Once me seed's in ya good n' propa, we's gonna let everyone in the tribe know 'bout da switch in chieftains." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.21]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.23]]

config.footer.center: "23" -- "Aye... aye... oh, aye...!" Gurzz moaned. He cried out. He roared out his orgasm as his father slammed home, and the younger orc's orgasmic pleasure was echoed in Chief Urtz's own roaring and yelling as he pumped his load into his son's guts. And as the two lay together in their afterglow, being tended to by Ragg and Rolf--Ragg pressing suckling kisses to Urtz's shoulders and nape while his hands massaged the older orc's sides, and Rolf's tongue twining with Gurzz's own as he stroked and squeezed his mate's spent, softening cock--Gurzz looked to Rolf with a broad, lustful, loving smile. "N' as fer you... I want'cha pumpin' yer loads in me e'ry damn day. I want ta get pregnant with yer kid. Give Rag 'ere a brother." Rolf nodded. He moaned and sighed in bliss at the thought. He embraced Gurzz--embraced his mate--while his hand moved to rub over the orc's own broad belly. "I want that too." "What better time ta start, den?" Urtz pulled his cock free from his son's bowels with a grunt, letting the sloppy hole of Gurzz's cunt twitch and clench and freely leak the older orc's thick seed. The chief grasped Rolf by the hips, his hands stroking and squeezing as he pulled the human in between Gurzz's eagerly spread legs. Positioned him. Nibbled and scraped Rolf's shoulders and neck with his tusks. "Come on, den. Show us greenskins 'ow a human breeds his mate." [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.22]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 7.24]]

config.footer.center: "24" -- As Rolf's cockhead teased the opened rim of Gurzz's hole, he grasped the orc's ankle and brought Gurzz's broad, sweaty foot to his face; just as Urtz had done while breeding the younger orc. He breathed in the pungent scent of the dank flesh, lapping over the sole and suckling on each toe in turn. As his cock slipped into Gurzz's wet, tight, grasping passage, he let out a deep groan and looked down to his mate. The human took in the sight of his mate baring himself completely; lifting his arms behind his head to let the rich musk of his armpits fill the tent, spreading his legs and curling over himself to press his ass to Rolf's crotch, and letting the human see how his plump erection pulsed back to life on his plump, firm gut. Rolf hissed in pleasure as his cock throbbed against Gurrz's clinging inner walls. "Gadly." And Rolf did. He rutted Gurzz's hole, pounding into it again and again and enjoying every inch of his mate's body as he did so. Snuffling into Gurzz's armpits. Kissing the orc slow and deep while squeezing and stroking Gurzz's hairy chest. Grinding Gurzz's fat, leaky erection between their bellies as the two rocked together. They could hear Urtz and Ragg caught in the throes of the other duo's own passion, and looked over together to watch with pride as their son bred the chieftain--former chieftain--hard and fast and deep. And when the four mates collapsed together into a sweaty, post-orgasmic, sated pile, the same thought drifted through their minds. Life in the tribe was good; and now, it was only going to get even better. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 7.23]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Interview with the Author [align left] _On May 30th, 2020, we sat down with the author of Orc Breeding, Nemo. We discussed his thoughts on how the series came to be, the reactions so far, world building and where the story may go from here._ {embed image: 'images/interview.png', alt: "The illustration shows a friendly-looking shark on the left, sitting down on a chair. He wears a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. He is talking to a dog, sitting on the right, who's taking notes. The dog looks straight to the viewer, a smug smile plastered on his face."} MINO: So, Nemo, to start off I must say I'm a big fan of your writing. I'm smiling ear to ear just from the idea of asking you all the questions about Orc Breeding. But I suppose we should start with the basics, going all the way back to the first story, An Example to His Men. What did you have in mind when you started writing it? NEMO: Well to be honest, that first story (and a lot of the concepts that turned into the different parts of Orc Breeding) were inspired by conversations in the /gmad/ thread. There was a lot of fantasizing about being captured and ravished by a group of monsters, and simultaneous posting about orcs got me on that track. During this time there was a lot of writing going on for the thread, and while I'd written up and posted a few greentexts, I'd been wanting to get back into proper prose writing for a while. So I had the idea, I had the inspiration, and decided to get it put down in text and share it with my fellow monsterlovers. MINO: Monsterlovers, that is a very apt term. While browsing /gmad/ myself I noticed that you tend towards getting "a read" of the audience and writing something that speaks to them like that. Is that kind of close reader-writer relation something that assists your writing? NEMO: Oh, definitely. While I do really like many of the topics I end up writing about, one of the main things that I love is knowing that other people are enjoying (or "enjoying", as the case may be) them as well. That, I think, is what really inspires me to go all out when I'm writing. MINO: I see. Knowing how much the readers "enjoy" the writing really is a big motivator. I suppose one of the added benefits of writing for a thread like /gmad/ is reading people's reactions to the story. Has there been a story from Orc Breeding which generated a particularly noteworthy and inspiring reaction? NEMO: From what I recall the third one "Rodrick's Predicament", garnered a good bit of attention for the powerbottoming aspect; a lot of monster content either goes for an angle of a submissive human being ravished by the dominant monster, or goes the opposite way with a human overpowering and dominating the monster. There doesn't seem to really be a lot of powerbottom monster stories out there, and I think that a lot of people really enjoyed that fresh take. I revisited that theme in 'Necessity and Need' (while adding in a more tender angle to it) and definitely plan on writing more stories like that in the future. MINO: I can say "Rodrick's Predicament" was one of the highlights for me exactly because of that reason. You won't see me complaining if you keep exploring those fresh takes, as you so aptly put. Going forward, what other ideas would you like to explore? NEMO: Well, there's definitely a lot of different ways to take the next few story ideas I've been cooking up. And there's also a few ideas for continuations to some of them that I've been toying with; Simon and Tugg from "The Alliance" in particular I've been wanting to check back in on. I definitely think and hope that by the time I'm "finished" with the series, there'll be something in there that everyone can enjoy. MINO: Of course! We need to know how Simon and Tugg are doing. I wonder if Simon will adapt to the orc lifestyle as well as Rolf did, and I have a soft spot for Tugg. So far, have you had a favorite character in Orc Breeding — or a favorite pair of characters? NEMO: Duly noted, and if you have a soft spot for Tugg I think you'll really enjoy what I have in mind. As for my favorite character, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child, hehe. I've really enjoyed writing all of them so far, and it's hard to pick just a single one or even a pair that were my favorite. I do have to say, though, that I really enjoyed writing the more lovey-dovey couples like Bralin and Rezzug or Urzent and Miles. I also really, really enjoyed writing the banter between the trio of orcs in "Roderick's Predicament". MINO: Your lovey-dovey stuff is very effective! It makes both the dick-in-the-pants and the dick-in-the-heart hard, and I think that's the winning combination that gamers are craving for nowadays. Have you ever caught yourself wanting to inject more of it while writing the other chapters? NEMO: Definitely! Even in the more hardcore stories, I've found myself injecting a little bit of it into the situation to kinda soften the blows, so to speak. And I have to say that I'm really glad I've been able to write it effectively enough for people to enjoy it in the same way that I have been. MINO: Now, slightly changing the subject... So far we have seen orcs, humans and dwarves in Orc Breeding. Do you see yourself adding more races to the mix? NEMO: I do indeed, and already have plans for at least one story that goes in that direction. There are plenty of other races, monstrous or otherwise, that I can throw into the mix for more spice. MINO: I see. About the orcs, I noticed that how you describe them sometimes raises a few questions. They are sometimes called as "boars" with "snouts," which some take as a reference to them being the Eastern kind of pig-like orcs. Nonetheless they are also called "greenskins," implying the Western kind of orc. Would you like to clarify that? NEMO: Sure, sure. When I first conceptualized them, I had in mind more of the Western idea of orcs; though with more monstrous/bestial features than they're often depicted as having. I tried to reflect that more inhuman nature with the words I used for describing them; "boar" was chosen as just the word for a singular orc, much like "man" is for a human. I can see the confusion with the more Eastern pig-like orcs, though, and certainly have no problem with people envisioning them more like that. MINO: I see. That kind of care with your word choice, that's a piece of world building I really appreciate. In particular — and this may sound silly — as a writer I enjoy how you wove the kinks with said world building. Could you tell us a bit about your thought process when it came to how the kinks and world building would intersect? NEMO: I don't think it's silly at all; one of the main things I try to do is make my characters feel like real people, and of course they're going to have their own tastes, shall we say. A lot of the kinky stuff actually came pretty naturally for the kinds of characters, I felt. Bondage was a given, what with the big, burly orcs capturing humans to be taken back to their camp, hehe. And that further extended into the humiliation themes particularly present in the fourth and fifth stories. The mpreg, well, that's at the very crux of who the orcs are and how they procreate, of course, and the musk--beyond being something I particularly enjoy--is what helps these orcs to really bend their captives to their will. MINO: Now that you mention musk... It seems to be, shall we say, very powerful. What exactly is its effects on humans? NEMO: Very, very basically, it works as a very potent aphrodisiac. Smelling it is enough to cause arousal in any male; human or otherwise, as we discussed earlier. So while it doesn't exactly turn men gay, so to speak, it puts them in a more suggestive state, I guess you could say. Gets the blood pumping and throbbing, hehe. MINO: Beautiful. Well, Nemo, I am glad we had this opportunity where I could gush a bit about your honest, heartfelt, kinky orc fucking epic. I had fun and I hope the readers did too. To close it up, do you have a final message to share? NEMO: I guess what I really want to say is 'thank you'. I am really, really grateful to everyone who's been reading and enjoying Orc Breeding, and I sincerely hope you're looking forward to more chapters. And thank you too, Mino, for doing all this. It's been really fun, and I've really enjoyed working with you to get my silly little kinky stories polished and packaged up like this. MINO: Perhaps the real erotica was the friends we made along the way, huh? NEMO: Most definitely, yeah. 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config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] #Preface [align left] Orc Breeding is a collection of short stories written by Nemo0690, one of the main writers for Minotaur Hotel. Here you will find honest erotica, just kinky, raunchy orc sex. The game's description tells it how it is: erotic fiction about orcs — strong, powerful warriors, whose tribes are spread throughout the land — and the men they take for their own. They pillage. They make alliances. And some of them even love. There are seven stories for you to enjoy. Before each one you'll be lead to a disclaimer screen that summarizes what happens in it and what kinks you can expect out of it. We didn't want anyone to be surprised by things they don't enjoy. If you want to jump straight to the sex, that option is also afforded. You might want to use it if you want to, let's say, replay them, but I recommend you read them from the start during your first time. You don't have to read the stories in order, or all of them for that matter. They are largely independant from each other. The one exception is the seventh, which is a sequel to the first one. If you have been following our other work — namely, Minotaur Hotel — there is a nice story about how these two works relate to each other. Orc Breeding predates even the earliest drafts of Mino Hotel. Reading Nemo's work and Awoo's was what ultimately lead to Minotaur Hotel being a thing. Sharing Orc Breeding with you here feels right to us — like things coming full circle. I hope you enjoy this very kinky, very fearsome erotica. Godspeed. — MinoAnon. [align center] [[Table of Contents->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "" -- [align center] # Belonging [align left] Antony has always felt the hunger deep within him; the need to feel a long, thick manhood working into his backside or his mouth. To be fucked. To be bred. And when he hears of the orcish tribe that has set up camp in the field outside his village, he sneaks out in the night to get a peek of what life for the greenskins in like. But can the young man resist the gnawing of desire when he's caught snooping, and offered exactly what he's been wanting for so long? This story contains *mentions* of male pregnancy. [align center] ~~~ [align left] "Belonging" was commissioned by ncognizant. If you’d like to see more ball-focused smut — sacks big and small, hairy and smooth, but all nice and heavy and full — check out his subreddit, [[r/DontForgetTheBallsGay->https://www.reddit.com/r/DontForgetTheBallsGay/]]. And if you’d like to see a story idea of your own become part of the Orc Breeding collection, check out [[Nemo’s commission information.->https://nemo0690.itch.io/orc-breeding/devlog/164156/commission-info-for-nemo0690]]. I look forward to hearing from you! [align center] [[Read Story->Chapter 8]] [[Jump Straight to Sex->Chapter 8.12]] [[Return to Story Select->Chapter Select]]

config.footer.center: "1" -- [align center] # Belonging [align left] The moon sat in the pitch-black sky above, the only celestial body visible in the darkened sky. Any faint trace of starlight was buried under the flickering and dancing of the bonfires that illuminated the clearing. Makeshift log walls had already been erected around the perimeter of the nascent camp, and the hulking figures moving between them were a clear warning to any outsiders to stay away. However, if one knew how to keep their footfalls soft and to use the shadows cast by torchlight to remain unseen, one could slip through the camp's defenses with ease to observe the activity at its heart. Antony kept his body pressed against the ground, moving slow to prevent the grass he was using for cover from rustling. His heart was a drum pounding in his chest and ears, and for one moment the thought that the sound would give him away darted through his brain. But he shook it away like it was a fly buzzing in his ears, and settled in the shadow of a high log barricade to watch the creatures that had made their camp on the plain near his village. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8 Disclaimer]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.2]]

config.footer.center: "2" -- Orcs. Massive, hulking, brutish barbarians. Green-skinned monsters that were more beast than man. He'd heard plenty of stories about the wandering tribes from others in the village. From travelers in the inn, who still smelled of sweat and road dust as they pushed him down and climbed atop him. From men he'd meet in the baths, whose nude bodies would find better relaxation under the touch of his eager hands than in any steaming, scented water. From soldiers in the barracks, whose grunting words and rough caresses would only grow more feverish and frantic the longer he spent in their bunks. In the dark, his cheeks grew flushed. His hips shifted, grinding the hardness in his pants against the grass and soil beneath him. A clench and shift within him bloomed into a surge of pleasurable itching and burning deep within him. Antony was, to put it bluntly, a homosexual slut. Even in his innocent youth, there was something about both the other boys and the older men in the village that drew him like a fascinated moth to a flame. Then the stirrings of his adolescence had bloomed into curiosity, and that curiosity had ripened with age into a deep-seated need; a wordless hunger gnawing not in his belly, but in the depths of his rump and dancing like flames on his tongue. His fascination had finally drawn him--whimpering and whining like a bitch in the throes of heat--into the pants and bed of any man who would accept his lustful offerings. He loved men. He loved the feeling of muscles and fat and curly hair under his wandering palms. He loved the rich, spicy scent--wafting from under lifted arms and spread thighs--of sweat and masculine musk that clung to the body after a good day of work. He loved the sight of a soft, fleshy, ample penis growing hard and erect and pulsing with virile life before him; ready to sink between his lips or fill his backside, and pump into him until the beautiful sack swinging underneath filled his belly with its hot, wet, sticky contents. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.3]]

config.footer.center: "3" -- At twenty-two summers, Antony had become well-known for his wild, open, and free affections by the entire male population of his village. He was a regular sight at the baths, resting with his shaven body on display or moving like a nymph through the steamy water to offer his touch to anyone in need of help 'relaxing'; and even if his mouth was filled with an eager erection, Antony would keep his backside splayed and the winking pucker between his cheeks bared for all others present. He'd spend his evening in the main room of the inn, searching out any weary travelers in need of pleasurable company for the night; and if there were none, then the innkeeper would welcome Antony behind the counter and between his knees to get his fill of cock. But above all else, Antony loved sneaking into the town barracks to make himself useful for the soldiers. Large, strong men, whose musculature dwarfed Antony's own litheness; hairy and burly and sweaty, their voices loud and their calloused hands rough and demanding. Men who were open--at least some of them were--to sharing an eager mouth or tight ass with their fellows, pounding Antony in turn until his entire body was a mess of masculine stink and semen. True men, who could get him feeling slutty and needy in ways that few others could. And sure, it earned him more than a few scornful looks and insults, but on his knees or back with a cock inside him was where Antony belonged. It was while being shared among his favorites among the town guard that Antony heard of the orcs who'd made camp in the field a few furlongs from the village outskirts; as before, Antony had snuck in under the higher-ups noses to make himself useful in the bunks. While he'd bobbed on the cock of one soldier and felt the hands of another spreading his hairless cleft wide open, the word had been said by someone in the group waiting their turn with their erections in their pumping fists. Small-talk. Idle chatting to keep away the anticipation of sinking into their whore's hot depths. Antony, busy with better things, had ignored the murmurs from behind at first. But as he breathed in the rich manstink which hung in the air and fueled the itching inferno in his loins, curiosity got the better of him. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.2]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.4]]

config.footer.center: "4" -- He listened to whispers of massive, mountainous bodies that weren't hidden at all by leather armor and stained loincloths. A mention of a few men who'd been taken by an orcish raiding party some years back sparked speculation of what uses the barbarians had for their captives. One man who'd caught sight of an orcish guard patrolling the new camp's defenses told of his encounter in hushed tones; the greenskin's yellow eyes catching sight of him in return, the tusked mouth below twisting into a devilish grin, and those massive paw-like hands pulling aside the orc's loincloth to bare his manhood to the human. Derisive sneers and groans answered the guard's tale, even as every man present began to pump their hardened shafts a little faster. Hours later, when he'd finished draining the guardsmen's balls and had been sent off with a few gropes and pats on his ass, the curiosity which had bloomed into roiling, burning, lustful interest had finally drawn Antony out into the night; and so he found himself on his belly in the grass, watching the orcs as they went about their business. But all the half-disgusted murmurings from the soldiers, who swapped tales of the orcish tribes like they were stories meant to scare naughty children into behaving, could have prepared Antony for the scene playing out before him. Orcs milled about within the camp, at least twenty or so moving among the tents on its outskirts or joining the group huddled on fallen-and-stripped logs around the bonfire in its center. A few of them wore the same armor Antony had spotted on the guards he'd passed as he moved through the shadows; leather straps crossing thick, firm chests and round guts to hold metal-and-hide plates in place. Some wore only their loincloths, thin linen--stained and leaving very little of the fleshy packages underneath to the imagination--wound between the hairy slabs of their thighs. But the majority of the hooting, raucous horde went naked, displaying their bodies to each other and the world without a care; and from the glimpses the human could get from his position, every single one had more than enough manhood to justify the prideful looks they exchanged with each other. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.3]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.5]]

config.footer.center: "5" -- Movement near the bonfire drew Antony's attention; one orc was getting to his feet, scratching at his pendulous and hair-coated gut while staggering away from his fellows; the reason quickly became apparent when he took a stance leaning against one of the makeshift wooden walls--a good hundred paces away from and perpendicular to the human's hiding place, which Antony was grateful for--and took his bare shaft in one meaty paw of a hand to aim it at the grass. Another orc moved up beside the first, slung his arm over the others' shoulder, and relieved himself right next to his fellow greenskin. Antony watched as the pair murmured to each other, their yellow eyes locked onto each other's crotches, and the first orc's free hand slid down the newcomer's back to grasp at an ample asscheek. A grin shared between the two. Words whispered into a pointed ear. Rustling in the grass behind Antony as the two made their way toward the tents together. Back at the circle around the fire, another couple caught the young man's eye. Shoulder against shoulder and side against side, arms around each other while their lips mashed together between their grinding tusks. Their massive erections pulsed on their thighs, brushed against but not grabbed by exploratory hands; at least, until a bearded mouth wrapped around and engulfed one while a tan-skinned hand began to massage the other. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.4]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.6]]

config.footer.center: "6" -- Antony blinked, shifted, and huffed out a low breath. There were human men in the camp as well. Large, strong, and hairy; but the sheer masculinity oozing from every single orc in the tribe had engulfed and obscured them like a blinding fog. However, once he noticed the first one on his knees before the barbarian couple--servicing them with a fervor familiar to the homosexual slut--he began to catch sight of others here and there. One man making his way out of a tent, stretching and groaning and scratching at his nude body. Another with a larger orc in the shadows of a makeshift wall, snuffling under the greenskin's lifted arm as his cock was pumped in a massive fist. Wandering around and kneeling down wherever they were needed; sharing their eager affections with their apparent captors. Wild. Open. Free. Unlike the raunchy visions of hell painted by the soldiers' words, life in the orcish camp seemed like paradise; where lust wasn't a sin, but something to be displayed and shared among the musclebound, shameless, handsome--even with the orcs' monstrous, bestial visages--men of the tribe. Antony could feel the clench in his gut as his erection pulsed and soaked the crotch of his breeches; every shift of his hips against the ground sent scorching waves of heat through his lower body. He could feel the tensing of his limbs, as if they were readying themselves to fling the young man forward into the middle of the barbarous orgy in the ring of firelight before him; to put him on his knees between a pair of spread knees so he could join the other human men in worshipping the larger, stronger, far more masculine orcs of the tribe. He could feel the cool night wind of his flushed skin, wafting the scent of thick musk into his nose from behind; and the human felt a massive hand grab onto his ankle as an even-more-massive presence settled in behind him. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.5]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.7]]

config.footer.center: "7" -- "Enjoyin' the show, lad?" Antony tried to scream, but his throat closed around and strangled the sound into a quiet, breathless gasp. He tried to scramble away, but the hold on his ankle was as solid as an iron manacle. His free leg lashed out, striking something that was as solid as a boulder, and the human jerked while pain lanced up from where he'd kicked at his assailant. The world upended itself, the hard ground below slamming into his back and sending flashing stars dancing across the black sky above. When the young man's vision finally swam back into focus, a dagger of ice slid its blade up and down his bruised spine while he stared into the yellow-eyed gaze of the orcish guard looming over him. The barbarian man was mountainous, the leather straps that strained across his muscular body creaking in protest with every movement as he examined his captive. The thick plume of hair running down his chest to disappear below his filthy loincloth was like the untamed mane of a beast; the image only made more apt by his jutting jaw and the pair of curved tusks pushing out from his lower lip. Scars marred his green skin, speaking of his experience in battle; Antony had seen scars on the bodies of the guardsmen in the barracks, but those the orc sported far outstripped those of the human men in size, quantity, and the apparent cruelty of the blades which had made them. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.6]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.8]]

config.footer.center: "8" -- A scoff. A glowering glare. A meaty hand--the same one which had gripped his now-aching ankle in such a tight grip--grasping a fistful of the human's linen shirt. "I asked ya a question. Where's me answer, eh?" "I... I-I..." "Yuh, yuh, yuh..." The orc's voice dropped into a sniveling mockery of Antony's. "Yuh've been snoopin' 'round the camp all godsbedamned night. Knew a scrawny l'il humie like you weren't no threat, but watchin' ya hump da dirt jus' got too sad ta bear." Shame, hot and nauseous, bloomed in Antony's cheeks and then shot like a bolt of lightning into his gut. "I just..." And then the heat in his body turned in an instant to ice; the orc had been watching him. How many of the other guards he'd seen moving about in the shadows of the camp's walls had noticed him? And now that this one had confronted him, what was going to happen? He watched the towering greenskin, eyes wide and frightened, and began to squirm under the orc's crushing grip as the larger man's free hand began to pull at the straps of his armor. "Ye were jus' getting' hot n' horny seein' how da orcs live, is dat it?" A smirk, as wide and cruel as the scar lining one side of the orc's cheek. "Wanned ta tell all yer l'il humie friends in dat village a couple leagues from 'ere 'bout what we likes doin' at night?" The sound of the orc's armor--chest piece, shoulder guard, side plate--falling to the grassy ground. "You a snakey l'il spy, lad?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.7]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.9]]

config.footer.center: "9" -- "No!" Antony struggled; both to free himself from the orc's grip, and to keep his eyes away from the large, muscular body being revealed to them. A tiny ember in his roiling stomach began to chase away the chills running through him; were the orc human--one of the large, burly soldiers in the village barracks--Antony would have thrown himself into the other man's arms with earnest arousal; but those flat yellow eyes and bestial, hungry-looking mouth--a pale tongue darting over those stretched lips and running along the length of one of those tusks--made him afraid, even as his traitorous erection strained against the leather of his breeches. "Wot den? You wanna join us?" Again the world upended itself as Antony was dragged to his feet. His shaking, jellified knees refused to support his weight; but tree-trunk-thick arms and a massive slab of firm flesh pressed against his back kept him upright. The orc gripped the human's chin, and dipped down to hiss into the smaller man's ear as his gaze was directed towards the bonfire once more. "Wan' me ta drag ya down there n' put'cha on yer knees wit da rest a' tha humie bitches? Let'cha taste ya some good orc dick?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.8]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.10]]

config.footer.center: "10" -- "No!" He groaned out the word, forcing every bit of the disgust he'd heard in the human soldiers' voices into his own, even as another word caught in his dry throat. To be dragged into the firelight, and see the yellow gaze of the orc behind him multiplied twenty-fold as he was stripped naked. To feel large, paw-like hands all over his smooth, lithe body; bending him over and forcing him to his knees and laying him down on his back in the dirt. To finally be shown the source of that spicy scent--thick, near-choking, unwashed musk--which tingled in his nose as he was held against his captor's much-larger body. Antony groaned; and then gasped, breathless, as the orc's palm engulfed his crotch. "Oh? Den wot's dis, eh?" Rubbing. Stroking. Giving the pulsing flesh hidden within the human's pants a punishing squeeze. "Feels like yer cockholster's sayin' one thing, but'cher dick knows wot it wants." As Antony squirmed--and even he couldn't tell whether he was trying to break free or bucking with pleasure in the orc's oppressive embrace--the orc's meaty fingers tugged at the laces holding the human's breeches closed. And then, with an impatient grunt, the barbarian ripped the leather away from the prize he was seeking. Again, Antony took a hissing breath between clenched teeth as cool night air brushed over the hot flesh of his revealed shaft; and again, that bolt of shame slammed into his stomach like a fist when the orc began to laugh. "The hell's dat l'il wormy thing twixt'cher legs s'posed ta be?" The human's gaze dropped downward, and he got a good view of what the orc meant. There, cupped in that massive green palm, was his package. The shaft of his erection stubby and thin, and capped with a foreskin that enclosed the hidden head in a taut embrace; so unlike the long, girthy shafts that he loved to feel in his mouth and ass. The chubby coinpurse holding his balls drawn up against his crotch; so unlike the full, heavy ballsacks that would smack against his chin and rump as he was used. The flesh of his groin hairless--shaven; many of the men he'd lain with had liked it that way, and so he'd kept his cock and balls as such for his larger, stronger, more masculine partners--and smooth; lacking the thick pubic hair of the men he loved to service. His manhood was dwarfed in every way; by the soldiers in the barracks, by the travelers in the inn and the villagers in the bathhouse, and now by his orcish captor. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.9]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.11]]

config.footer.center: "11" -- "Please, let me go." Humiliation welled, hot and wet, behind the human's eyes. He fell slack in the orc's grip as he begged. "Let me go back to the village. I won't bother your tribe again, I swear." "Think it's gonna be as easy as dat, huh?" The orc was unmoved by Antony's piteous cries. The young man was dragged over to one of the makeshift walls surrounding the camp, and let out another winded gasp as his back was slammed against the rough-hewn wood. Yellow eyes, cold and hard, stared down at the whimpering human from above a scowling, tusked mouth. "...Wot'cher name, lad?" "What?" The gears in Antony's mind smoked and sparked as they ground to a halt. He blinked. He tried to breathe in and out against the grip of the hands holding him in place. He stared, uncomprehending, at the green-skinned barbarian looming over him. Then the world shook and swam; no, Antony was being shaken with an impatient growl by his captor. "Name. Dat's da second question I asked dat'cher not answerin'." "Antony!" The human's mind reeled as he was pressed against the wall once more. The back of his head and his spine ached from where they'd bounced off the rough wood, and the tears that had been pricking his eyes had left a pair of burning tracks on his flushed cheeks. As a cold fist clenched around his pattering heart, Antony peeked up at his captor. Yellow eyes were turned upward. Tusk-stretched lips were pursed together. A hum--low and thoughtful--rumbled in the orc's chest and throat. The greenskin finally nodded, met Antony's teary gaze, and gave the human what he probably thought was a friendly grin; a shard of ice slid down the smaller man's bruised spine at the sight of that toothy scythe splitting the orc's scarred face. "Right den, Ant, ol' Gorutz 'ere's gonna give ya 'zactly wot we both know yer wantin'." [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.10]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.12]]

config.footer.center: "12" -- The orc--Gorutz, but Antony refused to give the brutish barbarian the satisfaction of hearing his name on his captive's lips--finished stripping the human down; boots, breeches, and shirt were torn aside and tossed away with disdain as Antony remained pinned against the wall. Then, as he kept his palm pressed against the human's chest, he reached down for a leather strap from the discarded pile of his armor. For a third time the world whirled around Antony as he was spun around--his cheek grinding against the rough wood of the makeshift wall--and his arms were yanked backwards and bound at the wrists. Once he was satisfied that his captive wasn't going anywhere, the orc's hands moved to Antony's slim shoulders, turned him to face the barbarian once more, and pushed the smaller man down to his knees in the grass. Through it all, Gorutz murmured that 'affectionate' nickname--Ant--into the human's ear; and every time he heard it, another surge of indignation rocked through Antony. He'd been called many things by the men he slept with in the village--some much more demeaning than others--but that was a new one. However, as he looked up at the green-skinned man looming over him, he couldn't deny how apt it was. Underneath the orc's overwhelming presence, he was indeed little more than an ant; a small, pathetic creature, made even more so by separation from his fellows. Weak. Lesser. Smothered under the larger, stronger man's virile masculinity. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.11]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.13]]

config.footer.center: "13" -- The large palms resting on Antony's shoulders in a tight--but not bruising--grip pulled him forward, and the pendulous bulge between the stony slabs of the orc's thighs pressed against his nose. "Sniff." An order, one that Antony had heard more times than he could count in that same quiet, rumbling tone. However, the human refused as his face twisted into a scowl. He tried to turn his face away to let that rank mound grind on his flushed cheek. A whimper, bit back and made into a quiet cough, caught in the human's throat as he felt the twitching and pulsing from underneath the coarse material. An impatient snarl. Hands sliding up from his shoulders to fist in his hair and hold him in place while those powerful hips before him bucked. That command coming again, even more firm and irresistible. "Sniff, Ant!" Antony sniffed. He couldn't do anything else; the orc's crotchstink surrounded him on all sides, and he could either drown in it or suffocate. As his nose rubbed over the fleshy tube--the barbarian's stiffening cock--and plump, pillowy package--Gorutz' heavy ballsack--hidden beneath that loincloth, the human breathed in and out. And as he did so, the world swam away before his eyes as they hid themselves behind his fluttering eyelids. To call the orc's scent rank was a vast understatement; it was cloying, choking, indescribable. Salty brine, the acridity of stale sweat, and a fishy odor he'd come to recognize from his time in the barracks with men fresh from their guard duty all mingled together into the musky aroma of pure testosterone; pure manhood. But even as his gut roiled and his face twisted in disgust--as Antony told himself that he didn't want to be there on his knees before the orcish guard with his face buried in the barbarian's swampy crotch--he could feel the heat within him stirring. Arousal--hunger like an all-consuming flame--being stoked not in his own hardening erection, but in that place that could only be reached when he was bent over and fucked hard and deep. It felt good. It felt right. And Antony was afraid of how it felt to be in that position with his orcish captor. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.12]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.14]]

config.footer.center: "14" -- "Aye, dat's it. Dat's good." Even as those husky growls from above sent sparks down Antony's spine to slam into his belly, the orc's fingers played through Antony's hair with almost-tender affection. "Dirty humie bitch loves da smell of orc cock. Gets yer little dicklet stiff n' dribbly, aye?" The human didn't answer, but he didn't have to. His cock was indeed stiff and dribbling as it stuck out, hard and straight and shameless, from between his splayed thighs. The hands which gripped his head tilted it back; pressed Antony's mouth to that bulge, letting the spicy-sour taste tingle on his lips. And when the human opened his eyes, they met the lustful yellow gaze of the orc over the expanse of his captor's firm chest and round gut. A grin, stretched too-wide by those imposing tusks. An almost-flirtatious wink that was a mockery of the knowing looks Antony would get from the village men. A caress of the orc's thumb over the young man's brow. "Ya wan' me ta whip it out for ya, Ant?" Again, Antony didn't have to answer. His gaze dropped down to lock onto that gargantuan mound as it pulled back to hover inches away from his still-flaring nostrils and slack jaw. With a rumbling laugh from above, the orc gave his captive a few more tender pats on the head before reaching to undo the knot of his loincloth. To unwind the stained fabric from around his hips and between his thighs, letting the course material brush against the smaller man's face as it loosened around his crotch. To finally pull it away, and give Antony his first up-close-and-personal introduction to an orc's manhood. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.13]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.15]]

config.footer.center: "15" -- To call Gorutz's package large was, again, a vast and very grave understatement. Even buried within the thick forest of curly dark hair that coated the barbarian's crotch, the shaft of his penis rose up like a fleshy monolith; and even as Antony stared at it, he could see it growing larger and firmer and thicker. Sticky precum was already overflowing from the loose hood of skin enclosing its plump head, and when the orc swung his hips to let that hefty club bat against the human's flushed cheek, it sent a spatter of liquid musk splashing over the young man's face. But with a blush and a moan of desire, the human dropped his eyes lower to examine Gorutz's balls. The seat of a man's virility. The cradle of life, where the sticky, copious seed of fatherhood was born. And the greenskin's ballsack was well-sized for the cock that was stiffening to full erection above it; about as big as Antony's two clenched fists held together, hanging low and loose between those muscular thighs like an obscene fruit. Antony moved forward with a breathy whimper of the orc's name, drawn like a lodestone to the barbarian's testicles. Pressing against them. Rubbing his flushed cheeks on them. Giving them the affection he loved to give to every man he laid with; more than muscles or body hair or cock, Antony loved a good, full, heavy pair of balls. He could have stayed there for the rest of his life and beyond, nose pressed into the folds where that sack met the orc's crotch and lips brushing one of those gargantuan orbs in supplication while his body withered to bones and then dust. All that would remain of him--the only thing that remained in his hazy mind, flickering like the burning bonfire a stone's throw away--would be the heat in his loins; the roiling, crashing, tumultuous inferno of arousal that curled up deep inside him like a ravenous beast in its den. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.14]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.16]]

config.footer.center: "16" -- A hand brushing through his hair and a quiet chuckle drew Antony back to himself. "Ya like dat? Like huffin' me boarmakers, lad?" "Yes..." There was no point in resistance. No point in denial. Antony loved it. "Den I know yer gonna like dis." With his free hand the orc lifted that heavy, pendulous, fleshy sack up to scrub Antony's flushed cheeks with it. "I'm gonna make sure yer smellin' of me ballstink fer tha rest a' yer life, l'il Ant." The human could indeed feel the sweaty, silky flesh smearing its stench on his face wherever it touched, marking and staining him with the orc's virile musk; until at last, those balls came to rest once more on his lips. "Kiss 'em. Thank me balls fer all the seed I'm gonna fill yer l'il cunny wit'." And Antony did. That massive sack dwarfed his thin lips as they pressed against it, but Antony wouldn't be deterred; he pressed another kiss to the orc's balls. And another. And another. The human imagined that he could hear the sloshing of the cum within them; the choppy, restless sea of seed that Gorutz wanted to pump into him. "Dat's right. Give 'em anudder lick, lad. Show ol' Gorutz whatta nasty l'il slut y'are." [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.15]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.17]]

config.footer.center: "17" -- Antony obeyed; in all honesty, the orc's demands weren't anything he hadn't heard from the human men he'd slutted himself out for. Again and again he pushed his tongue out from his slack lips to caress the barbarian's sack, brushing it through wiry hair to run along the silky, wrinkled flesh beneath. His wriggling oral muscle pushed under Gorutz's balls, cupping them upon it, and Antony felt how heavy they were; heavier than any other pair he'd done that to. And when Gorutz's hand moved to his jaw, giving it a brief squeeze at the hinge, Antony opened his mouth wider to appreciate more of the ample, virile package. His humid breath huffed out over it, drawing a groan of pleasure from far above, and--as he groaned and whimpered, and the orc sniggered in perverted delight--the human pushed his tongue into the swampy pit of the barbarian's taint while his lips wrapped around one of those firm testicles. Antony suckled. Antony worked his mouth over the loose skin, feeling how the orb within the sack danced around with every movement of his jaw. Antony's eyes fluttered closed while he breathed in slow and deep, and the orc's musk wafted straight from the source to fill his lungs like a cloud of sweet, burning fire. And then his eyes shot open in surprise when one of Gorutz's thumbs hooked into the corner of his mouth. He squirmed, but the orc's free hand against the back of his head kept his face buried in that raunchy crotch. Antony could only let out another whine as the digit pushing into his open maw tugged his jaw open wider. Wider. Wide enough to let one of the barbarian's massive balls pop through; for all his experience, the human just wasn't capable of taking both in to suckle on them at once. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.16]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.18]]

config.footer.center: "18" -- "Fuck..." The hand on the back of Antony's head wrapped around a fistful of the human's hair and tugged. The young man's head was craned backward, and the orc looming above him followed. Gorutz stepped over Antony, forcing the human to hunch down under the weight of his groin; crushing the pathetic ant under his far-larger, far-stronger, far more masculine form. "Dat's it, Ant, suck 'em like a good slut. Might need ta keep ya after all." The larger man's enormous testicle dipped in and out of his mouth, rubbed over his stretched lips, and then was replaced with its twin. "You wannit? Wanna be me personal ballsucker?" The words washed over Antony, swirling within the haze of lust that had filled the human's mind. He could feel the stiff length of his erection jumping between his thighs, dribbling out a puddle of precum into the grass below. He could hear the wet, rhythmic slapping of Gorutz jerking off over his face, every stroke sending hot, sticky precum splattering onto the young man's sweaty forehead and dripping into his hair. And when his head bobbed back and forth, those balls rubbing on his lips while the loose skin of the sack lay over them like a silky blanket, even Antony couldn't tell whether he was nodding in assent or just repositioning himself to get a better angle for worshipping the orc's manhood. "Aye, dat's it." Humping. "L'il humie bitch is head o'er heels fer orc balls, aint'cha?" Bucking his hips and grinding his crotch on his captive's face. "Get 'em nice n' full so's I can fuck me load up yer l'il humie cunt." Stroking his cock and batting it against the crown of Antony's head. The orc laughed. "Ya look good wearin' me cocksnot, Ant. Stick wit me, n' I'll make sure ta soak ya wit it every day." [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.17]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.19]]

config.footer.center: "19" -- Antony felt good. He was indeed head over heels. The smell, and taste, and sheer masculinity of the orc's package had crushed and scattered any thin veneer of reluctance he could have drawn around himself. There, on his knees between Gorutz's spread legs with that beautiful green-skinned ballsack in his mouth, was where the human belonged. After what felt like a raunchy eternity, Gorutz released Antony. As the orc stepped back, still pumping his hardened shaft while giving the human a burning, lustful, yellow-eyed gaze, the smaller man struggled not to collapse onto his side. Antony moaned and whined and squirmed in his bindings. "Please." He hardly recognized his own voice, husky and reedy with desire. His body barely felt like his own; it was just a vessel for the raging, ravenous fire of arousal within him. "Please... G-Gorutz..." His tongue darted over his lips, and he panted as the flavor of orc balls lingering in his used mouth was renewed by the act. "Fuck me..." A laugh, wild and open and free. Gorutz winked to the human and shook his erection in the smaller man's face. "Har, ya really wannit, huh? Alright, l'il Ant, let's get'cha set up like a propa bitch." "Aye." [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.18]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.20]]

config.footer.center: "20" -- Again, the orc's hands--large and strong and as impatient as before--moved to grasp Antony's far-smaller body. To push him down to the ground, with much more tender gentleness than they'd used to hoist him up and pin him against the nearby wall. To get him bent over in that familiar position, his flushed cheek grinding against the ground below him as his ass was pushed up into the air; with his hands still bound behind him, Antony couldn't push himself up--couldn't scramble away from his captor, even if he wanted to--but the helplessness of the position only stirred the roiling of arousal in his groin. The same arousal that made his cock jump and throb between his thighs as the orc settled behind him, grabbed Antony's pert asscheeks, and spread the human's pristine cleft wide open. "Well now, dat's a pretty l'il pussy ya got, Ant." Antony could feel it, tingling and burning and clenching; his asshole, exposed to both the cool night air and Gorutz's hot, lustful gaze. Something thick and insistent--one of the barbarian's girthy fingers--prodded against the human's rim and then ran around it to feel the sweat-slick flesh. "Let it get nice n' hairy, n' you'd have you a right propa cunt. A real man's cunt." The young man flinched and blushed at that; and then he threw his head back and moaned like the bitch he was when the orc's broad, flat nose pressed right against his pucker. Gorutz sniffed, and then huffed out a ragged breath. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.19]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.21]]

config.footer.center: "21" -- Silence, broken only by the sound of Antony's breathing and a few more considering sniffs from behind. The young man's heart pounded in his ears. His toes curled with every brush--of both skin and humid air--against his hole. He gulped, let his tongue flick over his dry, musk-stained lips, and stammered out. "What? It's... it's alright, isn't it?" "Oh, more'n alright, lad. Ya smell ripe n' fertile." "W-wha-?!" Antony cut himself off with a strangled yelp when the orc buried his face in the human's rump. Sniffing and huffing. Snorting and grunting like a pig in a trough. Groaning, and then sighing as his hands groped and squeezed his captive's flanks. "Yer fertile, Ant. I could prolly stick me dick in here 'n get a bouncin' l'il orc boar--or hells, a whole godsbedamned litter--up in ya by tomorrow." Again, Antony flinched; was the orc saying what he thought he meant? "Shoulda known ya fer a real humie bitch da moment I saw ya. Da kinda slut dat gets hot in the cunny sniffin' boarstink. Da kind dat loves orc dick in his mouth n' pussy. Da kind dat knows 'e was made fer pumpin' out kids fer da whole damn tribe. Aye, lad..." A rumbling chuckle; and Antony knew that, if he could see the orc's face, his captor would be giving him a wide, toothy--earnest and handsome--grin and flirtatious wink. "Yer a natural breedin' bitch." [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.20]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.22]]

config.footer.center: "22" -- Natural. Right. He was born to be there, on his knees with his ass up, waiting for a fat orcish cock to bury itself to the hilt within him; born to feel the seed pumped into his guts grow heavy within him as it took. The thought alone was enough to send a surge of heat rocking through his trembling body, from the hungry pit within him up his spine and into his lust-fogged brain. He could only moan in agreement and push back against the kiss--deep and passionate and full of tongue--that Gorutz pressed to his hole. Lapping. Licking. Running around and around the human's tight anal ring, and then delving through it into the itching depths beyond; and Antony could feel his passage opening up under the orc's oral advances, as if eager to welcome Gorutz inside. And then--as he had so many times before with the men in the village--he felt the movement from behind as Gorutz wrapped his muscular arms around the smaller man, pressed his hairy chest and gut to the human's spine, and positioned his thick cockhead at Antony's entrance. "Ya ready, Ant?" A gulp. A whimper. A bob of the human's head, up and down; Antony--Ant--was ready. "Good lad." With those murmured words--and a gentle kiss against the crown of the human's head--Gorutz bucked forward to sink his erection into the human's pussy. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.21]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.23]]

config.footer.center: "23" -- Deep. Deeper. Then deeper still; all the way to the hilt, the girthy shaft both stretching the human's inner walls and scratching the insistent, maddening itch that burned within them. And those balls--those full, heavy, fist-sized balls, still moist with the saliva he'd left on them--grinding on his flushed taint and brushing against his inner thighs. Antony hadn't ever had trouble taking a cock before; even when he first started, the largest men in the village could slam themselves home inside of him with little preparation. But Gorutz's monolithic manhood far outshone theirs in both length and girth, and he was surprised at the ease with which that gargantuan shaft slid into him. Like a key fitting into a lock. "Har... Ant..." Large, strong hand rubbing against Antony's slim chest and stomach. Puffs of breath on his nape and shoulders as the orc's tusks ground with care against them. A buck from behind that let the human feel the barbarian's thick pubic bush and ballsack pressed against his backside; marking and claiming it as Torg's property with their overwhelming presence. "Gor...utz..." Antony murmured the orc's name in return, his voice and breath coming in halting gasps between each thrust, as he gave his entire being--his breeding hole and the roiling heat deep within it--over to his captor. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.22]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.24]]

config.footer.center: "24" -- The orc's fat cock slid in and out of the human's grasping hole, adding the sound of fervent rutting to the chorus of their moaning and panting. The schlicking of flesh on pulsing, throbbing, slickened flesh. The meaty slap of a swinging ballsack pounding against an eager ass. Faster. Harder. Working up into a slamming rhythm as the two enjoyed each other. And even when Gorutz hilted within Antony, and the spasming of his manhood heralded the first rush of sticky wet heat shooting deep into the human's bowels, the orc kept right on fucking his breeding bitch. Another load. And another after that, making Antony tremble as his own erection spurted his cum into the grass between his knees. The orc continued to thrust as he reached to crane the smaller man's head back and murmur into his ear. "Gotta get me seed deep in ya, lad. Fuck 'it right up in yer pussy ta make sure it takes." Gorutz's free hand rubbed over Antony's belly; and as his mind swam through the tides of pleasure crashing within his skull, the human could swear that he already felt it growing larger. Rounder. Fuller; full of orcish cum, and full of large, strong, masculine--and virile in their own right--orc boars. Again, and again, Gorutz grunted and roared out his orgasms one after the other. The pair ignored everything around them; they ignored the wind rustling the grass, the fire in the camp burning low as the tribesmen retired to their tents, and Gorutz's fellow guards passing them by on their patrol while giving the orc and human bitch the occasional lingering glance. Sometime during their rutting, Gorutz's hands moved to unbind the human's wrists. Sometime in the haze of their passion, Antony was turned around and pulled into an embrace with the orc, riding the barbarian's cock as their lips mashed together in a frantic kiss. Sometime in between his own shaft stiffening back to erection and pumping out a second orgasm of the human's own, the young man's vision darkened as he lost himself to the mindless bliss of animalistic fucklust. [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.23]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.25]]

config.footer.center: "25" -- The human came back to awareness like he was awakening from the best wet dream of his life. He could feel a heaving, muscular body pressed against his own, and strong arms wrapped tight around him. He could hear a deep voice murmuring with tender, post-sex affection to him. He groaned with fatigue, squirmed in Gorutz's embrace, and then lifted his face from where it was buried in the firm mounds of the orc's chest to peek up at the larger man. "'Ey, lad." A smile, stretched wider by the tusks jutting up from the barbarian's jaw. Warm, tender yellow eyes meeting his own. A laugh, rumbling like the distant thunder of a summer storm heard from the comfort of one's bed. "Enjoy yerself?" "Yes..." Antony blushed; the tacky wetness smeared between them and over the human's crotch was more than enough evidence of just how much he'd enjoyed himself. "Good." Gorutz heaved himself up to his feet, arms still cradling the human while Antony pressed against him. "So, ya wanna come ta me tent n' rest afore I get me dick back in yer cunny where it belongs? Or..." The orc paused, pursing his lips together for a moment as he held the human's gaze. "...You still wan' me ta let'cha go back ta yer humie village?" [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.24]] [align right] [[Next Page->Chapter 8.26]]

config.footer.center: "26" -- The young man didn't answer; at least, not with words. He reached to press a palm to the side of Gorutz's face, thumb tracing that scar on the barbarian's cheek. He buried his face in the crook of the orc's neck, taking a slow and deep breath of the larger man's rich, virile, masculine scent. And when it stirred the embers of arousal deep within him--in his cunny--the human pressed his stiffening manhood--as tiny and pathetic as it was--against firm, supple green skin to let his captor know exactly what they both knew he wanted. Antony would stay with Gorutz in the orcish camp; he would become another proud adopted member of the tribe, wild and open and free. He would be shameless while displaying his nudity for his fellows, and service the larger, stronger, more masculine tribesmen; orc and human alike would delight in him pressing against them, breathing in the smell of their virility, and pleasuring their throbbing erections with his mouth and hands and ass. Then, when his body was soaked in musk and sweat and semen, Antony would return to his new home in Gorutz's tent and spend many a long, passionate night in the orc's embrace; Gorutz and his little Ant would rut like lustful animals until they collapsed, kissing and caressing and murmuring to each other, in a sated tangle of limbs together. And as his orc's seed took within his fertile cunny, he would remain in Gorutz's arms while pumping out son after strong, healthy, and virile son to join the tribe as well. It was where he belonged. [align center] END [align left] [[Previous Page->Chapter 8.25]]