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Day 1: Incest + Masturbation

“Thanks for helping out on such short notice,” Gartlong said through Morris’s speaker phone.

“No trouble, Gart,” Morris replied, as he began the short drive over. The old chieftain had called him earlier, explaining that there was a ‘tribe emergency’ regarding the Rite. Since Morris had completed the Rite last year, he had been slowly given more duties and responsibilities in the orc’s tribe, despite being a human. Not that he would complain, but the middle-aged suburban dad always loved an opportunity to pitch in and help out.

The task was simple: Most days, Gart could be swamped by dozens of guys who needed help with their turn in the Rite. Morris was going to show up to ‘assist’ some of the low-priority ones. Usually, it was caused by some personal/emotional distress. He’d give the orcs a pep talk, maybe a few pointers, then make sure they could complete the Rite on their own. If not, they’d just have to get an official deferral, which was an entirely different process.

Morris hoped this would be easy. Most of the orcs he meets nowadays seem to actually like him. Bo once told his stepdad that he gave off ‘friendly suburb vibes’. Whatever that meant.

Arriving at the apartment complex, Morris navigated to the correct unit (017) and rang the doorbell. The door opened only ajar, and the human was greeted by a face. It was a young orc, with shoulder length black hair and bronze colored skin. He was on the slightly chubby side, and was wearing a dark blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and white socks. Classic lounging around at home attire. “Hello?” came a voice from inside, attempting to sound big and intimidating, “Who’s there?”

“It’s Morris,” the human responded, “Chief Gart sent me to help you guys out with your… ‘concern’ today.”

“…But you’re a human?” the voice questioned, after a pause. Morris couldn’t see much inside the apartment, but he just made out a shape, a large shadow, moving in the background as though trying not to be seen.

“What’s your name, kid?” Morris decided to lay on a bit of charm. He felt like he hadn’t been this deliberately seductive since his wedding night to Glee.

“I’m… I’m Zerlak.”

“Hey, Zerlak, I’m a really good friend of Gart. He even helped me with completing my Rite last year. I know you told him that you’re both having a little trouble, and I’m here to help you guys out,” Morris said, hoping that explanation was good enough.

“You completed the Rite?” the young orc questioned as he opened the door a little wider, to get a better view of the human.

“Yup. Had a whole group of orcs over to enjoy the pool too. You should come by some time… when you’re done with this, that is.”

Zerlak opened the door fully, giving the human a strange look, yet still inviting him inside. “My uncle and I… we have been unable to ‘initiate’ the Rite together,” he explained. He looked down towards the floor, not meeting the human’s eyes. He was wiping his nose with a crumpled-up tissue. By Lathander’s grace, Morris hoped the kid didn’t just have cold or something.

“And where is your uncle now?” Morris asked, just before that question was suddenly answered by a tall orc body-checking him as he made his way to the front door. The uncle had a more yellow-ochre tone to his skin, and his hair was styled into a bleached blonde mohawk. He didn’t look too much older than Morris, but his slightly stout frame gave him an older façade. He was wearing a black tracksuit, with matching trackpants.

“Whoa,” Morris gasped, trying to keep his balance. Despite his frustrations with the blatant disrespect, Morris always knew escalating any conflict with an orc was likely to end in disaster.

“It can’t be done,” the older orc said, picking up a duffle bag by the door, “And no human errand boy is going to change my mind.”

“Hold up, man,” Morris said, trying to sound casual, “Why don’t we talk about this? What’s your name?”

The older orc paused at the door. “Tell Gart...” he hesitated, “Tell Gart that Ragan can’t take his brother’s place in the Rite.”

“Why not?” the human asked. From what he had heard, it was common for uncles or other male relatives to fill in when a father wasn’t available for the Rite.

“Because… I just can’t.” Morris could hear the frustration in his voice. The orc sounded emotional for the briefest second, before he suddenly repressed the feeling. His face was like a steely wall, at least in front of Zerlak.

Morris turned to the young orc, “Can you wait here a second, buddy?” Leading the orc out, Morris closed the door behind them. “Let’s talk, man-to-man. What’s happened?”

Ragan hesitated. And yet, something about the human was disarming, “I… wish to assist my nephew… but I see too much of my brother in him… and it feels… wrong for me to perform these acts in-” the orc paused, as though trying to find the words, “-in my late brother’s place.”

“I know,” Morris replied, “I felt the same mixture of confusion and fear when I helped my son Bo with his Rite. But, once we started, everything fell into place. It was like the two of us were always meant to complete it together. And besides, the secret has stayed safe,” Okay, that last part was only mostly true; Glee had figured out about the Rite well in advance. Yet, Ragan didn’t need to know that part. The human put his hand on the older orc’s shoulder, and smiled at him. Bo always said the human had a disarming smile.

“You’ve… led another in the Rite?” for once, the orc’s voice sounded hopeful.

“Yes, and now we’re closer than before, closer than we’d ever been. But before I started, I felt just as unsure as you do now. I was afraid too… but you know what? I knew Bo would never be able to reach his full potential unless I was willing to take that plunge with him.”

Within five minutes the pair had returned to the apartment. Morris directed Zerlak and Ragan to go to the bedroom and undress. Sheepishly, the two orcs began stripping off their clothes. Morris couldn’t help but notice the similarities to his own experience with Bo.

“Now,” the human said, as the orcs sat on the bed, facing each other, “You can start with some stroking.”

Each began slowly, the younger orc more hesitant than his uncle. Their dark, amber skin glistened with sweat as their cocks slowly grew in vitality, their slits leaking a heavy stream of precum. The human could see their faces flush red with heat, as the scent of uncle and nephew hung in the air.

Morris could feel the magic; it wasn’t like some fancy spell’s you’d see a wizard casting in the days of old, but you could feel its presence in the Rite. Zerlak was already under the effects. Morris could see his pupils narrow, like a predator in heat, as he and Ragan began to embrace. The older orc was suddenly in his element. Who would have guessed such a mature, sexual hunk could get cold feet during the Rite.

Watching as uncle and nephew begin the sloppy, carnal Rite made Morris feel a bit hot under the collar. With a raging boner in his pants, he couldn’t just walk out and leave now. Well, maybe he could, but he’d never forgive himself. Kicking off his flip-flops and pulling off his polo shirt, the human began to feel the mood shift. Gone was the apprehension, the misery. Lust had taken its place.

Morris at least had time to pull down his cargo pants and boxers before he was rhythmically stroking his cock. Ragan and Zerlak had been locked in a sloppy make out session for a few minutes now, but their engorged cocks were ready for the real thing. Man, why couldn’t he have just gotten right into it with Bo? Why did they try to avoid the best parts of the Rite?

“Hey,” Morris interjected, “Wanna have some fun, kid?” Turning away from his uncle, Zerlak was still lucid enough to hear the human. “Stick your dick in his face, he’ll know the rest,” Morris instructed, pointing down to his own erect cock.

Ragan’s mouth was already wide open, his tongue hanging out like a dog’s. As Zurlak stood up on the bed, his crotch was already at perfect head height for his uncle. The older orc took the cockhead of his nephew in one quick motion. The sounds of his sucking quickly filled the room, as the horny musk began permeating every inch of breathable air.

“This guy’s a natural dick sucker,” Morris though, “Maybe he is one of Arag’s boys. I should invite them over for another pool party...”

But thinking was rapidly becoming difficult. Morris felt the growing pleasure in his loins, as the beating of his dick slowly brought him to an orgasm. “Fuck!” he cried, out, as his load began squirting out from his cockhead. He had angled his cock to face towards himself (it might be rude to interrupted Ragan and Zurlak’s intimate moment), so the splash of fresh cum landed squarely on his own chest.

Zurlak’s own orgasm quickly followed. He grabbed both sides of his uncle’s head with each hand (as to not mess up his uncle’s mohawk), and thrust into his mouth one final time. Ragan gagged as the load of orc cum filled his gullet and dribbled down his chin. His cock twitched heartily, waiting for its own climax.

Sensing that the pair were likely to have very few issues now, Morris began to gather up his belongings. “Sorry to bounce guys, but you look like you’ve got this under control,” he said, playfully patting the young orc on the shoulder.

“Wait,” Ragan panted, standing up from bed. He stepped up close to the human, his face filled with a mixture of gratitude, and apprehension. “Thank you,” he whispered, the scent of cum still clinging to his breath. Morris, understanding the orc’s meaning, leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Ragan was trying to keep up that ‘steely wall’ façade from before, but the human could see him blushing like a schoolgirl. The orcs in Gart’s tribe liked to act really tough, but they were all pretty big softies at the end of the day.

Wiping the cum from his chest (and very generously offering a sample to the orcs as he left), Morris prepared for the short drive home. Damn, he was really horny now. At least Glee would be home by this time. It was overdue for the two to once again enjoy a bit of ‘marital bliss’. He couldn’t wait to share this story with her, even if he maybe wasn’t supposed to. Besides, Glee wasn’t too keen on gossip; he’d been telling her stories about his and Bo’s exploits for months now, and as far as he knew she’d told not a living soul.

While stopped at a red light, Morris heard his phone ding. “So,” Gart texted, “How was it? 😉”

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Day 2: Cumming Untouched + Kidnapping

Vyrun thought this was supposed to be an easy job: sneak in, grab the dwarf prince while he was drunk and distracted, and be out of the parliament before the other nobles could see anything. Then they’d finish the vote without him, and be no worse for wear. But that damn brat… Just. Won’t. Stop. MOANING.

It wasn’t even words; just wanton, pitiful moaning. It got bad enough that the trio of orcs had just decided to gag him with a rolled-up sock and some painter’s tape. This was probably the most tarnished that Prince Hegart had ever felt in his life.

“Check him for wiretaps or alarms,” Kron called out. His partner, Balk, began pulling off the dwarf’s clothes. For a prince of only 25 years, Hegart has a rather hairy body. He was a bit pudgy, which was to be expected from his noble life of leisure.

With just a pair of linen smallclothes to protect his modesty, the source of the prince’s unusual behavior soon became known. The dwarf tried to cross his legs, to cover his crotch, but his captors made that very difficult. Kron and Balk each grabbed a leg, since the dwarf’s hands were handcuffed behind him, and held them apart.

“I can hear something, coming from his ass,” Vyrun said, as he placed his finger to his lips. Kron and Balk dutifully shut up, as the faint sound of vibrations become more notable. The dwarf spasmed again, giving the two orc thugs a rather difficult time of holding him still.

“No way,” Balk guffawed, as he reached for the unfortunate dwarf’s crotch, “He’s bricked up like a motherfucker!”

“Keep your voice down, idiot,” Kron said, pulling down the last of the dwarf’s dignity. His dark ginger pubic hair was exposed to the cold air of the unmarked, windowless van.

Vyrun and Kron flipped their captive over onto his back. Nestled in, just between his rosy ass cheeks, was the flared base of a butt plug. A tiny LED bulb shone from its center, with a blue light. Suddenly, as the light turned green, the plug began to vibrate.

The dwarf bucked again. Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, as the shame and embarrassment began to flood his system.

“I’ve got an idea,” Vyrun said, taking out his burner phone. When the three had hatched this plan, they initially agreed on three things: Shave our heads, hide our faces, and no electronic devices. But this was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Starting the recording, the dwarf began to shake his head from side to side. “Oh no you don’t,” Balk said, grabbing his captive by the chin, “We’re going to see everything. And if you have a problem with it, then too bad.”

The pulses from the vibrator began to pick up the pace, just as the prince’s last shred of willpower gave out. His cock, untouched by the orc captors, began to twitch incessantly as a gentle stream of precum rolled down its edges.

But the little vibrator wasn’t giving up yet. With a sudden flash, it began hitting the exact right spot in a carnal assault on the dwarf prince’s prostate. Whoever was controlling its rhythm must have started losing patience, as the little sex toy went into overdrive. Prince Hegart threw his head back and cried out, as the load of cum he had been building up to exploded out of his dick, splashing across his hairy chest. The three orcs looked on, with a mixture of envy and a little of desire, as their prisoner finished across himself.

As the last dribbles made their way from his cock, Vyrun stopped the recording. “Now, we’ve got some interesting material. I wonder how your friends in government would react to seeing this?”

Releasing the prince was easy. The trio just pulled up to their employer’s dwelling, and shoved him out the back of the van before speeding down the residential street. The prince could not look less dignified in his defeat, as he began staggering into the bushes beside the house.

The poor prince’s mind was a muddled mess. Hegart might have trouble walking all day long if he was lucky. But something clawed at the back of his mind… He recognized this place from somewhere...

…and then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Sir Bhodi?” he gasped aloud, as another vibration pulsed inside his asshole. There he was, sitting in the bushes outside his ex’s house. The Royal Knight, turned Knightly Medic, turned jilted ex-boyfriend. Desperately, the dwarf looked around for any witnesses before he finally noticed: a single blonde dwarf, sitting by the downstairs window and waving smugly at him. In his hands was a little plastic remote, with a blue LED light on the end.

Prince Hegart didn’t even bother with the doorbell. It was the correct thing to do, as Bhodi didn’t bother with locking the front door today. The naked dwarf had found the adrenaline to march into the living room where his tormentor sat.

The television was playing the daily newscast: “Crowds cheered outside the parliament building today, as the Assembly voted to grant orcs equal citizenship rights under the law. Going forward today, all orc residents will be considered full citizens of the Kingdom. This is a tremendous occasion for all orc kind, as it represents a watershed moment in the orc rights movement. The opposition party was left in disarray as Prince Hegart, who was scheduled to lead a filibuster in the council chambers, was not present for the vote. A few party members suggest that the prince had sudden cold feet about his rumored ‘indentured servitude’ proposal.”

“That was a dirty trick,” Hegart panted, as he pointed an accusatory finger to his ex.

“What?” Sir Bhodi said, as though the source of the prince’s displeasure wasn’t obvious. The dwarf knight had hoped Hegart’s little 'experience' today might have done wonders for his personal issues. Or at least a healthy understanding of what a politically repressed people would do to their uncaring politicians when they rose up.

“Oh, you know what, Bhodi! I can’t believe you’ve done this. Conspiring with those… those terrorists. To kidnap me! Those savage-” but that last sentence was cut off by another intense vibration. His moan sounded hoarse this time, like his throat was doing everything its pleasure hidden. The prince fell forward onto the wooden coffee table.

“Don’t act so indignant. They just sent over the video, and it looks to me like you had a great time. Maybe you need to lighten up on the orcs,” Bhodi suggested to his rapidly degenerating former partner.

“The only thing I need is to see every one of those green-skin freaks hanging by the neck; they are degenerate, backwards barbarians whose lives would be better served in chains,” Hegart spewed spittle across the table, as Bhodi’s gaze turned down towards his remote. The dwarf knight looked into his former partner’s eyes, and saw nothing but an intense, searing hatred.

“Maybe I should invite them over right now to give you a bit more of an attitude adjustment.”

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Day 3: Threesome + Alien Abduction

Zoad willed his eyes to open. His body felt heavy… no, not heavy: confined. The stange organic cage seemed to surround him, made of metal just as much made of cartilage and scales. The orc looked around in a panic, hoping to see some semblance of escape.

As his eyes adjusted to the searing light, he began to make out the room in front of him. It was a circular chamber filled with pods similar to Zoad’s. Upon closer inspection, the orc noticed that only two others were joining him in this imprisonment, his brothers Throz and Guth. Their pods all faced a basin in the center of the room, overflowing with a bubbly pink liquid.

Then, the memories flooded back as he examined the delicate dancing lights. He was on the road with his brothers after a successful hunt. They were planning on stopping at a local tavern for some drinks, when suddenly they saw… a thing in the sky, hovering just above the treetops. At first, he worried those mushrooms from lunch had badly affected him, but then the ship (for he did not know what else to call it) had reached down with tentacles to grab the unfortunate orcs.

The brothers had heard stories from every bard and traveler on the Sword Coast: The Mindflayers attacked Yartar two years ago, using a massive flying ship to abduct their victims. Some called it a “Nautaloid” after the attack on Baldur’s gate that came in the following months. Almost every who had been taken was never seen again… But no one has seen such a ship in years…

Zoad had little time to think, as suddenly a sphincter opened in the wall. Two figures were silhouetted in the light, one lanky and imposing, the other tall and broad with muscles. Zoad had little schooling, but he had been taught the language of the infernal by the clan’s shaman in his youth. He could make out the muscular devil’s speeches.

“You are certain the Netherese magic will work correctly, Darling?”

The other figure did not respond vocally. It floated into the room, and once in focus, revelaed itself to be a mindflayer.

“It’s just that, we can’t stay in Averus for long; after last time, Zariel is rather cross with your kind,” the devil tutted, unfurling his leathery wings. By this point, Zoad could see the intricate glowing tattoos that highlighted his body, marking him clearly as an incubus in the service of Asmodius, the lord of the Nine Hells.

The mindflayer floated wordlessly to the basin in the center of the room, and reaching inside delicately, it pulled out three squirming creatures. They looked a bit like worms, or maybe tadpoles. But there was something… off about them. Like they had been modified in some way. Although, Zoad had no way of knowing that these tadpoles would be incapable of turning any creature into a mindflayer, they instead served a darker purpose.

The incubus met Zoad’s eyes. “Well,” he cooed, maliciously, “Our first three guests are beginning to wake up. Don’t worry, dearies,” he mocked, pressing his face as close to Zoad’s as his could manage, “These ones don’t have to dig through your eye to get inside your head.”

What did that mean? What were they going to do? By now, Throz and Guth had begun to wake. Throz, as the middle child, began to shrink in fear at the sight before him. Much like Zoad, he had put together the exact nature of the unfortunate orc’s predicament. Guth on the other hand, began banging at the window to his pod. “Let us out, beasts!” he barked, to little avail.

With a wave of its hand, the mindflayer opened a small window in Zoad’s pod. Holding his hand forward, he presented the orc to the little tadpole. It leapt, rather deftly, into Zoad’s unprepared mouth. He could feel it crawling into him, making its way into his head. The next two brothers followed, their implanting completed without issue.

All three were now infected.

Once the procedure had been completed, the incubus chuckled to himself, “Well, all that is left is to test the poor fools. Prepare the ship to jump to-” A loud crash echoed across the stern of the Nautaloid, shaking the entire room.

“We are discovered,” the mindflayer’s thoughts were beamed directly into the orc’s head, but now Zoad had the feeling they weren’t meant to hear that.

“Get us out of here and dump the subjects, we can collect them later,” the incubus spat hastily, his voice unusually shrill.

The incubus’s order was punctuated by a second crash. The ship groaned and began listing to the side, as the orcs felt the gravity of their situation. The ‘wall’ of the room fell outward this time, tipping over to reveal the burning fields of Avernus. Several Cambrians began crawling their way towards the breech, their wings flapping in the fiery breeze.

“This is it,” Zoad thought, “This is how I die.” But in a flash, the world outside changed. The orcs were still restrained by their pods, but he could feel a sense of weightlessness as the ship jolted through the empty space.

Suddenly, they viewed a brilliant sunrise. A familiar looking mountain could be seen in the distance. This was… home. Just as they had left it last night. The incubus shrieked as a pair of imps began tearing at his skin, just as the mindflayer began manipulating a tentacled console in the room.

“Get them OFF ME!” the fiend shouted, as the mindflayer’s head gave off a brilliant purple light.

In a flash, the three brothers were now on the ground, disoriented but alive. “Did you see that?” Throz said, trying to sit upright. Suddenly, a connection between the three brothers was made. Each orc flinched, not in pain, but in uncertainty. Their tadpoles quickly began to exchange information, although each brother had known the others long enough that it was mostly unnecessary. But it was enough to confirm Throz’s suspicions: Yes, that really did just happen.

“Look,” Guth exclaimed, pointing towards the burning ship in the sky. It looked so far away this time, like it was almost still a dream. In a moment, it vanished. Only echoes remained, dancing in the breeze.

Moments passed. The three orcs were unsure of what to do. For the first ten minutes, they were too afraid to stand. Then the next five, too afraid to talk. Within seconds after that, they were back to their normal level of bickering.

Zoad insisted that they must speak to the local healer immediately. As the oldest, he liked to take charge and he often had the sense to make reasonable decisions.

Guth wanted to go drinking, as he hoped nothing more than to forget this nightmare. “Come on, we aren’t changing! Just like what happened last year to those adventurers in Baldurs Gate!” he said.

Throz, as usually, tried to find some balance between the two. In the end, the older brothers decided to drag Guth to the healer against his will (a common democratic decision by the orc brothers).

====Eight Days Later====

After little more than a week, Zoad’s fears proved baseless. The healer couldn’t even locate the tadpole in their body, let alone diagnose and symptoms of ceremorphosis. It was like the strange tadpoles had just… vanished into thin air.

Guth was quick to take this as a positive sign. As the three brothers returned to their cabin at the edge of the woods after their extensive observation by the healer, they were ready to get on with their lives.

And yet… something still felt strange to Zoad. It was like… the tadpole still let him see into his brothers’ minds occasionally. They were usually quick glimpses, like a flash of smokepowder. An emotion, or specific thought, seemed to bleed through. And these thoughts were always… improper. Things brothers shouldn’t be thinking about each other.

Speaking of, Zoad now found himself to be experiencing his own complicated emotions directed at his brothers. It started small; when the healer asked them to strip so he could examine their skin, Zoad couldn’t take his eyes off Guth’s plump bubble but. When the three went to get dressed after, his eyes continued to wander onto Throz’s crotch, thick and hairy, just waiting Zoad’s hungry mouth to- No!

They were brothers, they couldn’t just… but, it was obvious that Guth and Throz were being affected too. Now the trio always slept naked, when before they at least wore underclothes to bed. Even though the eldest orc knew it was a strange decision, he just couldn’t stop himself. Something about it just felt so… liberating. At one point, Throz had even pushed their three beds together in the middle of the night, to ‘better share warmth in the winter’. Zoad didn’t have the heart to tell him that the summer months were only just beginning.

====Sixteen Days Later====

They had lived like this for a month. Maybe longer, Zoad was starting lose count of the days. Still no symptoms or sickness (in the medical sense), so perhaps they had truly avoided the transformative properties of the tadpoles.

The orcs now no longer wore clothes in the house, or often when they went outside. The three brothers still had the sense to dress when they had guests and long outings, but whenever safe from prying eyes, they stripped down. The three had enjoyed their solitude before; it’s hard to be an orc who lives outside an orc clan… but now…

Every day felt a bit like an improper game. The three brothers seemed to always end up teasing the others, just by performing normal everyday tasks. Zoad could hardly complete his morning stretches with Guth drooling onto the floor, and Throz could barely stand to keep the laundry tidy without sticking his nose into his brothers’ boots. If their father were still alive, what would he say to them?

Zoad had decided to take the middle bed when sleeping. Every night, he could hear his brothers masturbating. He was capable of seeing them too, with his darkvision, but Zoad preferred to keep his eyes firmly closed. It was only a matter of time before his impulsive younger brothers made a mistake they would regret. Every night, the routine was the same. They masturbated, shot their loads, and went to sleep.

Tonight was no different. The night air was warm; they didn’t sleep with blankets.

Zoad lay peacefully (or, at least as peacefully as one could in his situation) on his back, listening to the rhythmic pulses of his brother’s jerk sessions. Even though his own cock ached in agony, he wasn’t going to debase himself like this. Perhaps it was time for him to… move away from his brothers…

Then, the beating of dicks stopped. He was sure they didn’t climax (Zoad had learned rather quickly that Guth was a rather vocal orc when it came to his orgasms), but the two brothers suddenly turned their attention to Zoad.

Guth placed his hands on his eldest brother’s chest, holding him in place. Throz grabbed at Zoad’s thighs, pulling his legs apart and exposing his unwanted erection.

“What are you two fuckheads doing!” the orc called out, shocked (but a little intrigued) by his brothers’ sudden boldness.

“Zoad, please,” Guth pleaded, placing his knee on his older brother’s left arm, pinning it in place. “We need this,” he added pitifully, leaning forward so that his cock and balls were in Zoad’s face.

Zoad was already all over Guth’s nutsack, “But *slurp*, we *lick*, can’t. What if *squelch* someone sees?” he gently reached over to fondle his brother’s balls with his right hand.

“But brother, you want this as much as we do,” Throz teased, as he began running his tongue along the older orc’s shaft. Deep down, Zoad was a bit ashamed of how easily he began sucking at Guth’s sweaty testicles. In many ways, this is what he began to worry about when he first started noticing the changes from that day. But by now, it was far too late to stop.

They formed an awkward triangle on the bed, Zoad sucking Guth’s dick, who was pleasuring Throz’s manhood, who in turn blew Zoad’s cock. Their manhood, and the gifts of their forefathers, had been turned upon each other. This spectacle, Zoad wasn’t sure if the gods themselves could stop it now. “Great,” Zoad thought to himself, “I’m getting poetic now… about my brothers’ cocks.”

Now that he had committed, Zoad tried to savor the experience. He would likely never experience the pleasures of the flesh again with his brothers. Hopefully.

But, as usual, Guth was far too enthusiastic. He came first, loudly convulsing as his cock pumped his seed into his older brother’s mouth. Ever the neediest, he whined in pleasure. What a disgraceful display for an orc.

Zoad was far from graceful in his orgasm, grunting and growling in a masculine display as his self-imposed celibacy finally came (ha) to an end. Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about blue balls anymore. His seed shot out onto his brother’s face, dribbling down to his hairy chest.

Guth and Zoad’s chests heaved. “Damn,” the eldest finally said, “I haven’t cum like that… ever!”

“Hey,” Throz said, “What about me? I didn’t even cum yet!” As usual, the middle brother was blending into the background again.

Guth laughed heartily, “Maybe if Zoad the Toad is finally willing to have some fun?” He gripped his sides with laughter. Then he flinched as Zoad smacked him across the back of the head. Although, he wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea. Gruumsh’s balls, this was going to be insufferable.

====Somewhere Else…====

The mirror’s image was indistinct. The incubus rubbed at the scars on his arms, still raw and searing after the barbecue those little savage imps had hosted on his skin. He would have to get the tattoos redone, eventually. At least his illithid associate had the sense to eradicate the beasts before they could do any permanent damage.

The ship lurched again as it moved through the Astral Sea. It seemed to ‘limp’ through space, still recovering from the damage it sustained crossing through Avernus. Luckily, the two would not need to return for more samples, as long as their current subjects were still viable.

The early observations were… good. It took perhaps longer than expected for the orcs to acclimate to their lust, but their enthusiasm surpassed all the test subjects. And they didn’t die horribly yet; that was also a positive.

Now all that was needed was to assess them in person…

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Day 4: Voyeurism + Hypnosis

As far as apprentices go, Hugo was… adequate. He kept his room clean, practiced his spells, and usually knew better than to interrupt his master’s work. The great enchanter Yusuf could see that the boy had potential. He wasn’t stupid, but he could be too sociable and too easily distracted. Sometimes a passersby or visitor liked to joke about where Yusuf found such a unique apprentice. Barely a day would go by without the older wizard noticing his apprentice staring at him as they studied and worked.

Master Yusuf was by no means an unattractive man, he was a bit older, his hair and beard barely touched with a small patch of gray. His physique made him stand out from other wizards, with more of a stocky, short build. Most wizards he knew were more likely to be tall and gangly. Yusuf always liked to joke that he must have been part dwarf somewhere in his family tree. His sun-kissed skin also brought him no shortage of hopeful suitors here in the frozen north. Perhaps young Hugo just had certain ‘taste’ in men.

But what really made the boy stand out was his natural talent. Yusuf’s prevue lay in the enchantment of the mind. Usually, he offered services in the removal or reconstruction of certain emotional states, such as fear, despair, hatred. But just today, Hugo demonstrated a rather unique skill to the older wizard.

A single orc scout, wielding a crude iron spear, had come upon their tower today. He wore armor made from dyed black leather and a pair of rope sandals, to better hide his footsteps. He carried with him chains, the type usually carried by slavers when transporting prisoners. What was most notable about this orc scout was his missing eye; a telltale sign of devotion to the orcish god Gruumsh.

Hugo was doing his chores outside when the brute attempted to bludgeon him over the head. Unexpectedly, to both the young human and the orc, Hugo pulled off a perfect hypnotic charm spell in one single attempt. Yusuf ran outside when he heard the sounds of yelling, crying, and blubbering, to the sight of the orc standing over Hugo’s quivering body as he lay on the ground in a fetal position.

He didn’t often have a chance to use the tower’s dungeon, but Yusuf was rather practiced in the art of escorting prisoners. Hugo followed behind, almost sheepishly embarrassed at his successful defense of the tower. He led the orc down the spiral stairs, into the large stone room underground. Then, he instructed him to walk into the cage, placed a manacle on each of his legs, collected the weapons, and shut the door. In a few minutes, Hugo’s spell would wear off, and the orc was likely to be rather combative.

The prisoner looked as typical orcs do in the frozen north. He was an imposing figure, tall with plenty of muscles. His hair had been mostly shaved, leaving a long ponytail coming out the back of his skull. His skin was a darker gray color, like slate rock. His remaining right eye was colored an unnatural deep scarlet, and at some point, his left eye had been removed and sewn shut. He musth have been an ‘Eye of Gruumsh’. Luckily, Yusuf had prepared years ago dozens of Warding Glyphs charged with powerful Counterspells. However, just to be safe, he would quickly remove the orc’s holy symbol from his neck before Hugo’s charm ended.

“Hugo,” Yusuf said, his voice unusually curt and authoritative, “Please return to your studies; if you would prefer, you can wait to finish your chores outside until tomorrow.”

“But master, I-” Hugo was a bit of a people pleaser. It was one of his worst traits. The young human was brushing his bushy red hair out of his freckled face. Only the barest hint of fuzz clung to his chin as he puffed his chest out and folded his chubby arms. It was almost cute, watching him try to act tough.

“Hugo, for your safety you should go up those stairs and keep the door closed for the rest of the day,” Yusuf didn’t sound angry, but a hint of annoyance lay barely detectable underneath the surface. Dejectedly, Hugo gave a short bow and began making his way back up.

Once the young wizard finished walking the spiral staircase, he slammed the door shut. Of course, he wasn’t on the other side of the door. When he was a young child, Hugo was known for being a bit of a troublemaker when it came to following the letter of the law. Now that he was a young adult, he usually didn’t try to test Yusuf’s patience (that was a quick way to get bopped on the head with a wizard’s staff), but today felt different. For some reason, Hugo felt like… like he couldn’t just get that orc out of his mind…

Yusuf looked at the new prisoner. The spell was beginning to wear off as he stirred, rubbing his eye sockets as though he had just woken from a dream. Quickly, his face flashed with anger as he realized his sudden predicament.

“You wizards have no honor,” he spat viciously, “using charms and spells is weakness.” He scowled, lurching towards the iron bars towards Yusuf. Hugo began to wonder if he should have hidden upstairs after all, as he peered around the bend of the staircase.

“You have a lot of nerve,” the old wizard began, “coming to my home and attacking my apprentice. Do you think sneaking up with chains and nets is honorable?”

“It is our right,” the orc continued, now animated and emotional, “to take what we desire; we are strong, and you are weak!”

Yusuf smirked. That wasn’t good. It usually isn’t good if a wizard is smirking for any reason, but when it comes to enchanters like Yusuf, smirking is extra dangerous.

“Sile Omnes!” he chanted, his voice clear and powerful. A lesser man might freeze on the spot, yet the Eye remained defiant. Hugo had seen this before, once. Yusuf had been contracted to help ‘cure’ a noble, who had an issue where he was constantly murdering his servants. The image of that man, bloody hands frozen in place clutching the door of their tower, still gave the young apprentice a haunted feeling.

The Eye winced, but quickly recovered. “Gruumsh is my shield, vile Wizard, and none can break me!” he growled, and pounded his fists on his chest.

“And yet, my apprentice did a wonderful job of turning you into a blubbering fool,” Yusuf retorted, his chest swelling up with pride. Hearing such praises from the old wizard made Hugo feel rather flattered; in some ways, he was glad that Yusuf couldn’t see him blushing. “You may be lucky now,” the wizard continued, “but it is only a matter of time before you break.”

Yusuf tried again, facing another rebuff from the Eye. That old orc wasn’t going to give up too easily, it seemed. Maybe it had been a fluke earlier, but Hugo got a strange feeling that he might be able to replicated his charm spell from earlier.

Attempting to be as sneaky and subtle as possible, the young apprentice whispered the chants as clearly as he could. At least this time he wasn’t screaming them in panicked terror as the orc bore down on him. His fingers curled into a hook shape as the old orc’s remaining eye began to cloud over. His jaw opened lazily, and his whole body shifted its posture. He was in a trance, completely lost to Hugo’s spell.

Yusuf looked at the Eye with suspicion, before taking another step closer to the cell. “If you can hear me, remove your armor and your garments,” he commanded. The orc followed the command dutifully. Hugo had been a witness to Yusuf’s work before, but this was a completely different procedure. Maybe it needed to be different for orcs…

“Now, kneel on the floor and place your hands behind your head,” the young apprentice could hear the authority in his voice, strong yet still warm with a fatherly tone. The wizard quickly stepped into the cell after unlocking it, and bound the orc’s hands behind his back.

Gods’ blood, watching the orc, his body naked and vulnerable, made something stir in Hugo’s loins. He had never been so intimate with someone else before (at least… he thought he hadn’t), but seeing Yusuf and the orc together like this made him feel… strange. It was a familiar scene, as though he had already witnessed it, in a dream.

Within about a minute, the Eye recovered again. Even if Hugo had some luck with his spell, it seemed only temporary. But now, he was completely at Yusuf’s mercy.

“What?” the orc’s voice sounded frightened. Just hearing it filled Hugo with a strange sense of power, like he could continue taking control of the orc whenever he wanted.

But Yusuf’s work was only beginning. He took his staff and lit a brilliant purple flame at the end of it. Standing behind the subdued orc, he reached over the orc’s head, so the end of the staff poked out, just in the Eye’s field of vision.

“You feel your body becoming lighter,” the wizard began. Hugo had seen Yusuf do this before, when helping clients with their wayward emotions. This would only be the first step.

The orc tried to squint his eyes and look away, but Yusuf and Hugo had broken down his defenses. “No… no…” he muttered, pitifully.

“You feel your aggression leaving your body, like breath from your lungs…” Yusuf’s voice felt so hypnotic, Hugo had to shake himself to stay awake. It didn’t help that the young man was now thoroughly distracted by the erection he was nursing under his robe.

The orc’s muttering became more indistinct, his eyes glazed over fully, as the wizard concluded his hypnotic chant. “When I snap my fingers once,” Yusuf instructed, “You will speak to me about your warband, and tell us of their strength and strategies. Answer honestly.”

*SNAP*

Hugo felt a chill down his spine; his heart skipped a beat. The Eye lazily looked at the flame at the end of the wizard’s staff, and succumbed. “There is no warband,” he said, dreamily, “I’m all on my own…”

“Where is your warband?”

“I have no tribe now… they exiled me…”

Yusuf seemed pleased by that answer, and continued to interrogate, “What is your name, orc?”

“Parvus…”

Yusuf scratched as his old wizard beard. Then, from the corners of his mouth, a devilish little smile began to curl upward. Uh oh. If you thought it was bad when wizards smirked, it was even worse when they smiled so openly.

“I suppose I can find some usage for you,” Yusuf’s voice took on a deeper tone. Somewhere, in the back of Hugo mind, that tone felt familiar, “Poor Hugo can’t do all the chores himself, and besides, you’ll have a debt to work off for trying to attack us.”

The naked Parvus nodded his head in agreement, his face grinning widely. Yusuf stepped around him, to the front, and began fiddling with the belt on his robes, “First order of business, if I’m keeping you, you’re going to be making yourself useful.”

The orc didn’t react as the older wizard’s half-hard cock flopped out in front of him. “I trust an orc of your station knows how to properly tend to a man’s needs?” Yusuf questioned, as the orc opened his mouth.

Hugo couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never in a thousand years imagined he would be seeing this. His teacher was now fully using the orc as a sexual plaything. His hands, once clutching the stone walls of the spiral staircase, had fully made their way down to his own throbbing manhood.

Fuck! He wanted to see more, to watch the orc up close get used by his master. He wanted to use the orc himself, like a sloppy wench in the seedy backrooms of a tavern.

Huh? He had never thought about having… relations with a woman before, had he? No, for as long as he could remember, he had always lusted after men… hadn’t he? Besides, he had never been to a tavern like that before…

Now the older wizard began to accelerate his thrusting into Parvus’s gaping mouth. He began thrusting down the helpless prisoner’s throat, as the orc began mewling with pleasure as Yusuf finished down his gullet.

“Hugo,” Yusuf called, as he gently lay the orc down on the floor of the cell. The apprentice froze. How did he know I was here? How long did he know? Is he going to be mad at me?

“Hugo, stop fooling around and get down here,” there he went with that authoritative tone again. It would only be worse for the young apprentice now if he disobeyed.

Sheepishly, Hugo made the rest of the trek down the staircase. He was walking hunched over, hoping to hide his erection. “Yes, master?”

“…I believe I told you to stay upstairs?” Parvus quietly licked at the semen spilled on his chest as he attempted to lap up the wizard’s spunk.

“Well, sir I-”

*SNAP*-*SNAP*

====The Next Day====

The following morning, Yusuf stirred his tea by the window in the study. He looked through the tower window to see Hugo helping Parvus gather water from the well. As far as apprentices go, Hugo and Parvus were… adequate. Hugo’s studies were coming along nicely, and despite his age Parvus had a rather inherent aptitude for spellcraft.

The older wizard still fondly remembered the late night when he first met Hugo, the sight of the pudgy burglar trying to slit his throat in his sleep still lingered in his memory. The poor fool was willing to spill the blood of a powerful enchanter, all for a few trinkets. Too bad he didn’t expect Yusuf to have plenty of Warding Glyphs set in his bedroom.

Oh well. The boy was a better wizard than a thief, even if he was a bit of a pervert deep down. Watching through the window, the old wizard tutted to himself as his new apprentice, no doubt trying to carry too much in one trip, spilled the bucket of water all over himself. Hugo, ever the people pleaser, was quick to turn back and help the orc take off his soaked clothes. “I might need to give those two another lesson in discipline tonight,” he thought, sipping his tea.

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Day 5: Dacryphilia + Finger Sucking

It was Gor’s favorite day of the month: Movie Night! And he had been waiting to pick the perfect revenge: a little classic film title “An Orc and His Worg”. It had everything: perfect pacing, and all-star cast, rave reviews -oh, and the dog dies at the end. Perfect tearjerker. It had audiences weeping for days after its release almost thirty years ago.

Last month had been terrible for Gor: they had watched a cheesy horror fest with nothing but jump-scares and gratuitous fake blood. But worst of all came after, when his roommate Zuk decided to pull a little ‘prank’ on him, hiding in his closet with a cheap dollar store costume mask to jump out in the middle of the night. And of course, recording the whole humiliation was a given.

Based on the screaming, some of the neighbors believed the two orcs living next door might have been keeping an entire troop of girl scouts imprisoned under the floorboards. One of them even called the cops, out of fear that a wandering sorority sister was being hounded by a knife wielding maniac. Zuk, of course, found the whole thing hilarious once it had been sorted out. Gor, on the other hand, had already planned his retribution in excruciating detail.

Gor wouldn’t call himself a petty roommate; he was rather mellow for an orc. But Zuk’s little prank meant this was war, and since it was his turn to pick the movie, Gor went for the throat.

“Hey man,” Zuk asked, blissfully unaware, “What is this shit?” he said, pointing to the old VHS player in front of the CRT screen. The orc jock was wearing an orange tank top and dark blue basketball shorts, with a pair of flip flops to combat the summer heat. His head was shaved, and a fuzzy beard sat comfortably along his jawline. His skin was a brilliant yellow-green shade that stood out, even among orcs.

“It’s an old movie, dickhead, you have to enjoy it the old-fashioned way,” Gor retorted. The orc nerd was sitting behind the TV, making sure everything was correct. His black-rimmed glasses reflected the pale, yellow light of their two-bedroom apartment. His black cargo shorts contrasted with his light grey band t-shirt. Gor didn’t wear shoes in the apartment; he was a bit of a germophobe and liked to keep everything clean. His skin was a deeper, almost brown-green color. He kept his dark hair longer, usually in a pony tail.

“Ok, dude,” Zuk said, sauntering into the kitchen for another beer. That musclebound idiot didn’t suspect a thing. The orc jock had already been pregaming since he got back from the gym that afternoon, but his drunkenness would make this too easy: Zuk loved dogs, yet prided himself on being a classic, ‘manly’ orc. If Gor could make him cry from watching the movie, record the entire display, and post it online his revenge would be complete.

Gor’s own humiliation only got about two dozen views, but those were from all his friends. The orc nerd hoped to send a bit of a message to Zuk that two can play when it comes to pranks.

Within seconds it was movie time. The 87½ minutes rushed by. First came the sarcastic commentary, followed by genuine laughter. Now it was time for the grueling, emotional finale.

“N-no man… don’t tell me…” Tears welled in Zuk’s eyes as the music swelled. The little worg dog’s breathing became faint, as the friendly orc sat with him on the roadside. The camera panned to a distant shot, the music swelled, and then suddenly it cut to a simple grave.

Bingo. Gor had already snuck his phone out of his pocket, now he just needed to press record and-

*Glump*

He felt a sudden weight across his upper body. Zuk was practically on top of him, athletic arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The orc jock was already a blubbering mess, gentle tears welling up at the edges of his eyes. “What the fuck, man?” he choked out, barely keeping it together as the little doggy’s funeral continued on screen.

Well, Gor’s phone would have to wait until he could get this sorry lug off him. “There-there,” the orc nerd comforted, only half faking it, “I thought everyone knew the dog died in this movie.” Something about the jock’s sudden vulnerability got to him. For once, Gor felt that Zuk wasn’t just some common meathead. And that made him feel… powerful compared to the masculine orc.

But the orc jock’s sobs stopped suddenly. He looked up, meeting Gor’s eyes, “You knew?”

“Uhh…”

“Is that why you picked this movie?” Zuk’s grip tightened. His puffy red eyes narrowed. “You FUCKER!” Great. Now any chance Gor had to take out his cell phone would have to wait. The orc nerd felt his chance slipping away, as the orc jock’s sniffles grew more pitiful.

And yet… he couldn’t help but feel… content with this situation. The weight and warmth of Zuk’s body was very comforting. Without realizing, he wrapped his arms around the jock, and began rubbing his back.

“It’s okay, bro,” he whispered, “let it out; let it all out.”

And the seal was broken. Zuk wasn’t an ugly crier, nor was he particularly loud. But his tender sobs cast a spell on Gor. Without thinking, he reached his hand over to his roommate’s face, and gently gripped his chin. Turning his head upwards, their eyes met. Gor had felt his shorts grow tighter as he cradled his roommate.

“Bro,” Zuk whimpered between sobs, “are you hard right now?”

There was a notable pause.

“WhAT THE FUCK!” Zuk, with all the force and passion of an operatic diva, screamed at the top of his lungs. The neighbors were bound to be unhappy. Again.

“Dude, Shut up!” Gor hissed, attempting to press his hand against his roommate’s mouth. Despite his shame, he would be at least willing to admit that his roommate’s vulnerability had aroused him. But he couldn’t stand another week of cold stares and police calls from the neighbors. By this point, most people might assume they were trying to kill each other.

Ineptly, the two wrestled for dominance. Gor tried to placate and calm his roommate, Zuk tried to grab his roommate and flip his on his back. Fortunately, the orc nerd was a bit too chubby for the jock to lift, despite his expert technique. The film’s credits continued in the background, ignored.

Gor hoped to finally clap his hand across his roommate’s mouth, and finally have silence. Zuk, ever the rebel, fought with all his might. His own gym shorts tightened up, apparently enjoying the altercation more than he would admit. Two of the orc nerd’s fingers clumsily entered the jock’s mouth.

Zuk gagged. Then he moaned. Then his face flushed red.

“Fuck, bro,” the nerd whispered, “are you turned on right now, too?” The two paused, panting. Gor gently took his hand away from Zuk’s mouth.

There was an awkward silence. The VHS player had flicked to a ‘No Signal’ screen after reaching the end of the tape. Two orcs, equally aroused, panted as the blood rushed from their heads to their loins.

“Fuck,” Zuk thought to himself, desperately trying to tame his boner, “How am I going to get him to do that to me again?”

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Day 6: Outdoor Sex + Intoxication

Zerlak might have been an overly sensitive orc, but even he was willing to admit that he might have overreacted when his Rite went wrong. He was also wrong about that human. Morbis (or whatever his name was) really knew his stuff. He and his uncle were panicked over nothing.

Uncle Ragan had done a great job of guiding him through the Rite now. After a night of incestuous pleasure, the pair had awoken very early in the morning to shower and rest. Zerlak at least had the skills to make toast and eggs, unlike most of the young orc guys his age.

What truly surprised him was Ragan’s choice of a ‘meal’: pounding back cans of cheap halfling beer. By 7:00 AM he was completely, absolutely smashed. By 7:30, he was fast asleep on the sofa. Gods, what a stupid idiot, getting drunk like that so early… it made him look so foolish…

He knew his mother would never forgive him if he let the apartment get filled with empty beer cans. She was the apartment next door with her friend, Aunty Glee, with the assurance that she would be back in time for dinner tonight. As always, the dutiful son began gathering them up in a trash bag to take outside.

Their recycling bins were kept in the back yard of the apartment until pickup day, thankfully surrounded by tall fencing. Knowing just how persistently nosy neighbors could be, Zerlak decided to play it safe and put on something to preserve his modesty when he took out the recycling.

Finding a pair of board shorts that still fit, he slipped into his flip flops and began carrying the cans outside. The weather was warm, yet humid. The young orc thought he might be able to take a nice jog before it got too hot in the afternoon, now that he and his uncle were soon to be free of the influence of the Rite.

Turning to return to the apartment, he saw his uncle standing at the doorway. The older orc was still nude, his skin damp from this morning’s shower. His hair was disheveled and un-styled, mow hawk left windswept in the morning breeze. He hiccupped; apparently having enjoyed his early morning binge drinking.

“Oh, hey Uncle Ragan,” Zerlak said, casually, “I didn’t know you were awake-”

With a grunt and a growl, Ragan practically pounced on his poor nephew.

“Gah!”

The two were on the soft grass outside, entwined like orc warriors in heat. “Sorry, buddy,” his uncle snorted, breathing deeply and warmly, “I just couldn’t stay away from you…”

Fuck. It was no secret that the Rite would make the pair… very attuned towards each other’s needs. But right now, Zerlak could feel the lust still emanating from his uncle.

“Uncle, we have to go back inside,” he whispered, as the blood rushed to his face. It would only be a few seconds before it began rushing to his crotch. If any of the neighbors saw, if his mom saw…

Ragan wasn’t as concerned. “I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me, buddy,” the alcohol on his breath clung in the air, “and I need more from you.”

His hands slid down the young orc’s chest, eventually reaching the waistline of his board shorts. With a single motion, the older orc pulled them off, revealing his erection. A bead of precum began leaking from his cockhead, anticipating the raw fucking he was about to receive.

Zerlak was defenseless; the lust had returned to him, and the hot, sweaty hands of his uncle had claimed full control over his body. He involuntarily spread his legs.

Ragan hadn’t fucked his nephew missionary style yet. Zerlak’s breathing grew heavier as the all too familiar sensation of his hole being entered returned. He tried to stifle his moans, placing a hand across his face.

“No,” Ragan practically belched, “let it all out, boy.”

Not wanting to appear disobedient, the younger orc wrapped his ankles around the older orc’s waist. He whimpered as his uncle’s cock slowly worked its way inside him. By now, he should be used to this, and yet the feeling still seemed to give Zerlak butterflies in his stomach.

The thrusting started slowly, but built in speed and intensity. Ragan watched as his nephew grabbed at the grassy lawn, attempting to hold onto something as his

With a devious chuckle, Ragan gripped at his nephew’s sides. Pulling with all his weight, he rolled over onto his back, all without taking his cock out of his partner’s hole. Then, he resumed fucking like nothing had happened.

Zerlak needed a second to realize that he was on top now, riding his uncle with only the clear morning sky to cover him. Each thrust extracted a moan from the younger orc, giving Zerlak plenty to worry about. How long would it

The taboo nature of their tryst was only aggravated by his sudden orgasm, as an assault on his prostate made the younger orc clench in pleasure. His cum shot straight and true, directly into his uncle’s waiting mouth.

His partner’s own orgasm quickly followed. Ragan reached up to grab at the young orc’s face, forcing him to meet his uncle’s gaze. Ragan pumped his load into his waiting nephew, every drop of orc cum filling his hole to the brim. Neither blinked as the sensation washed over them.

Ragan hiccupped as his nephew lay on top of his hairy chest, “By Gruumsh’s hairy cunt, you got a handsome face, kid.” He could feel the boy’s cum, sandwiched between their bodies. There was no rush to go back inside just yet.

Zerlak thought if he blushed anymore, he might get a nosebleed.

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Day 7: Blindfolds + Chastity 

====Day 1====

“Bro, this is crazy,” the orc jock said, crossing his legs and turning his body away from his roommate. Why did he let his big mouth get him into this mess?

“Dude, you made the bet; now you gotta follow through,” the orc nerd replied, taking the cock cage out of its box.

Gor was certain that Zuk would try to back out of their little wager from the moment it was made. It was a simple bet: the two would see who could have the biggest cumshot. They decided to wait until Saturday, measure out their loads in little cups, and declare a winner.

And unfortunately for Zuk, Gor was very good at maximizing his load. He didn’t do anything drastic, like take special pills or eat weird crash diets; he just stopped masturbating for a few days. Since Gor didn’t really get any tail, he knew he could build up a rather ample load.

Zuk, on the other hand, continued his skirt chasing ways unimpeded. The orc jock wasn’t exactly well known for his foresight.

*click*

With one little motion, the chastity cage was equipped. It was a simple cage that the orcs bought online, made of black plastic with a little slit in the end. Gor placed the little key for it on a chain he had lying around, and placed it around his neck. “There you go, Zuk, you’re all set.”

Fuck. How was he going to go without masturbating or having sex for an entire week? Zuk felt like his head was going to explode. Well, maybe both of them at this point.  

The orc jock’s encaged cock practically begging to burst out from the little cage. Fuck, he was never going to make it until the end of the week. He wasn’t going to let Gor get away with this. That sneaky nerd probably knew this was going to happen.

💡An idea!

“Hey, Gor?” Zuk said, shifting nervously into his seat at the kitchen. He didn’t even bother getting dressed yet, clothed only in his new accessory.

“What now?” the orc nerd rubbed his chin and grinned. He was enjoying his little victory a bit too much. Especially the obvious distress this was causing Zuk. It was about time the jock learned a little patience.

“Can we… make another bet?” It was a longshot, but if he could just play into Gor’s perverted nature.

The orc nerd paused for a moment, his eyebrow raised, “What kind of bet?”

====Day 5====

Zuk actually felt rather comfortable with the cage. At first, it seemed to irritate and constrict him, consuming his thoughts all hours of the day. But by now, it felt like a second skin. Besides, he could survive a few more days without sex. It only seemed to distract him, anyway.

Something about chastity felt… really good to him. Like a hand on his cock at all times, just holding it in place. When he walked around the apartment, went to the gym, or went to work. Always there. A private little secret of his. Well, only Gor knew, but he wasn’t the type of orc to go spreading gossip about that.

And he didn’t even get to the best part yet: he could still pleasure himself. He didn’t tell Gor yet, but Zuk found a whole set of toys online when he purchased an extra cage (you know, just in case). Having a ‘sissygasm’, as it was referred to online, felt amazing. Maybe better than a regular orgasm.

Damn, why didn’t he start doing this sooner?

====Day 12====

The orc jock woke up with a spring in his step. He might almost miss the little thing, if it was gone. He almost didn’t want to take it off; the thought of giving Gor a taste of his own medicine got Zuk through those first few days easily, but now he felt rather attached to the little accessory. Maybe it was like Stockholm Syndrome, but he had gotten used to the little thing.

He had found a new way to enhance his experience: sensory deprivation. Although, the jock’s online research (porn) had opened many doors for him, this was the one that intrigued him the most. Zuk now found himself diligently preparing for tomorrow’s festivities.

On the contrary, the orc nerd was, justifiably, a bit baffled. He assumed that Zuk would have folded by the third day, begged for the key, and then ‘done anything’ to get it off. As far as schemes to get into his roommate’s pants, it should have been so easy. Now, he was dangerously close to getting a taste of his own medicine…

====Day 14====

Gor was uncharacteristically nervous. When he first saw Zuk in the morning fourteen days ago, the orc nerd thought there was no way in the hells his roommate would make it the entire week without begging to be let out of the cage. But now… the jock was… Tranquil. Happy. Chaste.

The nerd began to shift nervously in his bedroom. He kept telling himself, “I’m not worried; besides, Zuk’s probably about twenty minutes away from begging to be let out.”

Twenty minutes later, when Zuk finally returned from the gym, tossing his gym bag onto the couch as he slouched beside his roommate. Gods damn it, his stupid smug grin was the worst part.

Gor tried to remain calm. “Well, I suppose you’re ready for me to take that off you,” he said, pulling the key out from his shirt. He dangled it in front of Zuk’s face, hoping the temptation would be enough to put this joke to an end.

“Don’t worry buddy,” the jock said, taking the spare cage out of his bag, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy this as much as I do. Besides, it’s only one week.”

Fuck. How could that meat-headed orc make it two weeks without sex? He should have turned into a mewling puddle of muscle after only a few days…

With a swift motion, the orc nerd’s pants were around his ankles. With expert precision, the jock slipped the cage onto his cock, and locked it in place. “Hey,” he said, taking out a lanyard and slipping the key on it, “Now we can match.”

“Fuck,” he really did it. Two whole weeks. It wasn’t often that Gor had to admit defeat. But what was he going to do now? He could go a few days without jerking himself, but… he’d never done something like this before.

The uncertainty must have been obvious on his face. Zuk felt a bit… bad about how pitiful Gor looked. After all, he definitely felt a bit hopeless when he first had the cage on. Maybe the orc nerd just needed a little ‘guidance’.

“Hey, Gor,” the orc said, putting his hand on the nerd’s shoulder. He seemed to shiver a bit at the touch, as though he expected the jock’s hand to crush him. “It’s not that bad; why don’t I show you something fun you can try now?”

The nerd was… unsure of how to proceed. But Zuk’s whole demeanor was… different. Gone was the blustering brute who had first answered his call online for a roommate. Now, a gentle hand guided Gor to the bedroom.

“So,” the jock began, taking his ‘special toys’ out of his dresser drawer, “You can use this one to vibrate the cage, and it feels amazing when you do that,” he said, taking out a black vibrating wand. “You can use these ones too, for extra stim-mulay-shion,” he said, taking out a pair of vibrating bullets, their wires dangling from a little remote at the end. “And last but not least,” the burly orc had saved the best for last, it seemed, “You can use this to make the sensations memorable.”

Gor looked at the little mask that Zuk had pulled out. It looked like the type you’d get from an airplane; not exactly ‘sexy’ material. Well, he’d gone this far, might as well see it through. Cautiously, he placed the mask on his face, adjusting the elastic band so it sat comfortably along his ponytail.

“Well, I can’t see anyth-*thwp*” Zuk flicked his nose.

“Yup, it works!” the jock chimed in. That fucker. Gor made a mental note: get revenge. It would be a simple task, but one that would have to wait for another day.

The jock continued his little explanation, “So, I usually like to start out with this,” he said, obviously putting emphasis on something that Gor could not see. But the momentary buzzing sound gave the nerd the impression that it was probably that vibrating want from earlier.

The sensation startled Gor, and he gasped when he felt the head press against his chastity cage. It still felt so new on him, he hadn’t gotten used to wearing it yet. But the rhythmic vibrations did start to feel good after a few seconds.

“Hey, can you give me a little warning next ti-iiiime!” the jock’s big, muscular arm pushed against the pudgy nerd’s chest, forcing him to fall onto the bed, on his back. He felt the soft cotton sheets shift Zuk crawled on top of his body, still holding the vibrating wand.

“You’ll be fine,” the orc said, manhandling his roommate. There was a momentary pause when Gor didn’t sense any movement. “…Sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to get carried away,” Zuk said, his voice almost a whisper. Gor blinked under the blindfold. Was that an actual apology from Zuk? By all the ancestors, that forced chastity must have broken the poor jock’s mind!

“Okay, Zuk,” Gor said, breathing shakily as the vibrator continued teasing his caged cock, “Show me what you’ve got.”

“My pleasure,” the jock responded, as Gor felt a probing little finger by his asshole. No, not a finger, a little silicone bead. That’s right, it one of the vibrating bullets that Zuk had shown him. It had already been lubed, and slipped gently into the orc’s awaiting hole. “You’re gonna like this,” Zuk said, fiddling with the little remote on the end.

The shock of pleasure that rolled up his spine as the little bullet was turned on made the orc nerd mewl like a little virgin. It was true, he’d never done something like this before. His back arched, his toes curled, and his mouth hung open as he wiggled his hips against Zuk’s toy.

Based on the sounds he was hearing, Zuk had already taken the two other bullets and turned them on. Their tinny mechanical hum was still audible among the moans of pleasure the two shared. With two little grunts, Zuk must have slid each into his own muscular ass. “Damn,” Gor thought to himself, “two at once?”

Gor felt his body thrusting into Zuk’s wand, his impending orgasm boiling inside his heavy green balls. He could feel Zuk’s skin against his, as the two were now pressing their cages against the vibrating wand simultaneously. Fuck, there was no way he and Zuk were going to just let this slide. This isn’t just a random hookup with your roommate anymore…

His shot was rather plentiful, if contained mostly by his new cage. He felt his seed, virile and wet, dribbling down his crotch onto the bedsheets beneath him. Zuk whistled admirably as he slowly turned the vibrator off, giving his partner a cooldown hug as the two orcs came down from their orgasm.

“That was…” Gor stopped to catch his breath, “…amazing.”

The orc nerd felt Zuk’s tongue licking the cum off his cheek, “Better than last movie night?”

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Day 8: Cages + Webcam

Prince Hegart told himself that he should prefer death to the orcs. It would make him more like his ancestors, dying proudly on the field of battle, instead of here. In a cage, handcuffed again.

It was a doggy kennel; one he had bought for Sir Bhodi when they were dating. They often talked about getting a dog before… before he got into politics. Now Hegart could barely stay upright, having to lean forward to keep his head from constantly banging the top.

The prince didn’t understand why Bhodi didn’t see the world in the same way he did. Orcs weren’t people. They could never be people. Hell, elves were more like people than orcs, and certainly more like people than humans. But no, that bleeding little bastard just had to throw his lot in with the barbarians.

The three orcs from earlier were back. The moment Bhodi had called them, Prince Hegart melted into a sniveling puddle of regrets. Maybe if he begged and swore and pleaded, he could buy enough time to escape. But Bhodi could see through those tricks.

“So, we already stopped him from stopping that law, what else is left now?” Vyrun asked, as Bhodi stared into the cage. The dwarf knight’s eyes weren’t filled with rueful malice, or sadistic glee, or righteous vengeance.

Just… sadness.

“I had hoped, maybe, that he might have…” Bhodi stopped. Deep down, he didn’t know what he wanted Hegart to have done. The kidnapping served a practical purpose, to keep him from interfering, but everything with the vibrator and the orgasm was just… him playing around.

“I-I don’t know. I guess… I guess I just hoped it would help him… mellow out to orcs…”

“Ha!” Balk laughed, “You can’t break a man like that with just a vibrator,” for all his faults, Balk wasn’t stupid. Well, he was stupid, but he could be surprisingly insightful about certain things.

“If we want him to ‘appreciate’ orcs a bit more, he has to experience the real thing,” the orc said, pulling down his black sweatpants. By now, the three orcs had taken off their facemasks. Hegart could see their smiles, emanating a hungry lust.

Balk was the first to shove his already hard dick in between the bars of the cage. Hovering mere centimeters from Hegart’s face, the dwarf couldn’t stop himself from getting a whiff of the orc’s manly musk.

Bhodi adjusted his spare phone. He hadn’t used it with this camera stand in ages. Not since he and Hegart were… But no matter. He set up the video recording to transmit live. He thought that “Hegart Lookalike gets Railed by Orcs (Gone Sexual?!)” sounded like a good enough title. If the dwarven prince needed to be taken down a peg or two, this was the best way to do it.

Kron crouched down and shoved his dick in between the bars too. Hegart was panting, his nostrils filled with the manly, sweaty scent of the orc’s dicks. Vyrun finally gave the order, simple, yet concise: “Start sucking, prince.”

“Fuck,” Hegart could barely keep his sense. What could he do; Bhodi was obviously crazy, and if he didn’t listen these savages could…

A few dozen viewers had shown up, mostly debating whether or not Hegart actually looked like himself. Of course, no one at this point thought the dwarf was actually Hegart; everyone said he was far too prejudiced to fool around with orcs…

Balk and Kron teased their cocks around the dwarf’s mouth, left lazily open as the lust and heat began to penetrate his feeble mind. Without conscious thought, the prince opened his lips, and allowed the two brutes unrestricted access to his throat.

Vyrun walked to the back of the cage, dropped his drawers, and crouched down. Inserting his dick through the bars, he had a clear shot to the dwarf’s asshole. All the little prince needed to do was shuffle back a little bit.

Hegart was already sucking the other two orcs. He peered backwards, meeting the orc’s gaze. Without words, the orc lifted his hand and gave a ‘come closer’ gesture. Dutifully, the dwarf prince slowly crept his ass backwards to meet Vyrun’s cock.

By now, the chat in the livestream was going wild. Fortunately, most of them seemed devoted to pointing out how little the ‘model’ looked like Hegart. At least a few people joked about how this must have been what the prince was doing instead of making his filibuster earlier today…

Vyrun needed to work his way into the dwarf. Usually, smaller partners needed a lot of preparation for him, and he didn’t want to permanently damage the prince. Bhodi’s little pro-orc revolution might lose a lot of supporters if it came out that they four of them had ruined the poor dwarf. Besides, it would just be so stereotypical.

“Hell yeah,” Balk cooed as the prince’s hole accepted the Vyrun’s meaty cock.

“Fuck, look how much he likes it,” Kron added. Prince Hegart’s face was contorting into a number of shapes as it slowly turned red, groans and moans escaping from his princely lips.

“See,” Bhodi thought to himself, “You can actually have fun when you stop being so hateful.”

“F-fuck me… I-I need… more…” was about all the prince could whimper before his mouth was stuffed with cocks again.

====Later====

By evening, the police were concerned about Hegart’s whereabouts. The rest of the royal family were putting on brave face, but they assumed he must be hooking up in some back alley or dive bar, away from his bodyguards’ watch. Yet it would look bad for them if anything got leaked to the press; thus, a clandestine search would soon be launched.

By this point the quartet of revolutionaries had completely ‘reformed’ Hegart with their little experiment. The prince was a lot quieter, yet somewhat apologetic in his mannerism. Balk and Kron had agreed to ‘walk’ the prince back to one of his family’s estates, after he had been showered and dressed.

Bhodi and Vyrun had agreed to stay back at the townhouse, and have a toast to a successful day of advancing the rights of orc-kind. They had also earned quite a pretty penny from the live stream earlier; it only seemed right to feel accomplished.

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Guth stirred in his bed, the humidity of the summer morning just hitting him. His brother poked him in the back again with the end of the broom.

“Get up, sleeping beauty, you have chores to do,” Throz had become a lot more assertive with him, ever since the three enjoyed that night of pleasure together two weeks ago. Guth certainly enjoyed his brother’s newfound confidence… and yet he still yearned for Throz’s passive, wallflower personality.

Zoad wasn’t much better. The grouchy eldest brother had gone from being bossy and overbearing, to being dominant and provocative. When Guth saw him measuring out lengths of rope last night, the sexual thrill of being tied up by his brother almost overrode his natural fear of being tied up by his brother.

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time… When he was a lad of about twelve, the two orcs had tied him to a tree in the woods as a prank. For almost two hours, until his father finally found him, Guth just sat there. Gods, all three of their hides were red and stinging for a week.

“Hmgrumblerustle” was all the young orc could muster as he gracelessly rolled out of the bed onto the floor.

“Had a little too much ale last night, brother?” Zoad asked, bringing in a bundle of wood.

Throz chuckled, giving his younger brother a gentle kick in the ribs, “Oh, the poor squirt’s been drinking extra, lately. Probably trying to put some hair on that little chest,” he teased, brushing the broom across Guth’s smooth skin.

“Oh my, it’s been far too long, my little pets,” the voice cut through the air. In a moment, all the illusions that the three brothers had built up about the ‘incident’. Every lie they told themselves about how it must have been a dream, how nautaloids don’t just kidnap random orcs, that they were safe now- it ended in that moment.

“Hello, lovies,” the incubus cooed, standing in the front doorway. His body was covered with a deep, black cloak, yet his wings flapped and tail swished carelessly in the breeze. His head was uncovered, his long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, like a waterfall of ink. 

“It’s that succubus guy!” Guth called out, a mixture of fear and rage brewing in his voice. Ever since that fateful day, the young orc had harbored a deep desire for revenge against the vile fiend.

Of the three brothers, Zoad was the first to act, throwing down the chopped wood in his hands and grabbing at a broom handle. “Fuck you, beast,” he spat, defiantly, “You’ll never take us.”

Suddenly, a tentacle shot through the kitchen window. Its gray, oily skin shone in the early morning light, as it slithered across to the oldest orc. Zoad swung with precision, but it was to no avail, the beast wrenched its tentacle around his wrist, pulling the brutish orc to the floor.

“Have you met my new friend?” the incubus asked, his voice superficially calm, but dripping with malice, “My little mindflayer introduced us. Orclings, please meet the Grell. Grell, meet the orclings.” The source of the tentacles made itself known, hovering into the hovel behind the incubus, its many tentacles wrapping about the small room.

The other two brothers were just as unlucky as Zoad. Guth immediately panicked and tried to hoist the bedframe up and fling it at the creature, only to have his legs pulled out from under him by another tentacle. Throz grabbed a kitchen knife, hoping to slice at the aberration’s appendages, but he quickly found himself equally overpowered. With each touch of the aberration’s tentacles, each orc felt his body seize up and become unresponsive, muscles becoming loose and unnaturally relaxed.

“This specimen is my favorite,” the incubus continued, without a care in the world, “as his body produces a wonderful toxin that can paralyze most lesser creatures. Don’t worry, the effects should be temporary, just long enough for the journey.”

What followed would be best described as an abject humiliation. The three brothers, their limp bodies held aloft by the Grell with nary a shred of fabric to preserve their modesty, were carried out of the cabin. Passing into a large metal wagon, pulled by a pair of black stallions, the three prepared for the worst. Zoad once again thought, as he struggled to speak, “This is how we die.”

Throz had expected the Hellfires of Avernus, or even the wretched stench of the Abyss, when the carriage pulled itself outside of the material plane. And yet the next thing he saw was the churning energies of the Astral Sea. “Of course,” he thought, “The incubus is taking us to the mindflayers.”

Yet no mindflayers were to be found. Approaching a massive structure, the carriage glided downwards onto a prepared platform. To Zoad, the structure looked like a massive island, floating in the empty space, with a sphere of energy surrounding it. To Throz, it was obviously some type of citadel, probably converted from a dwarven design. To Guth, the crowds of people spewing out from the temple-complex at the center of the island seemed to spell bad news for the trio. The landing was impossibly smooth, however, as the Grell continued to hover inside the compartment, tightly holding onto its three captives.

“Ah,” the incubus sighed, removing his cloak, “This is certainly the superior way to travel the realms.” His skin was discolored, almost a blue-violet hue that lacked the complex tattoos he once wore. It appeared as though his injuries had been healed over, leaving the strange scar tissue in its place.

What greeted them were a collection of retainers and warriors, warlocks and fanatics alike. A leader, wearing a veil to cover his face, stood ahead of the others. His flowing black hair cascaded out from his blood-red cloak, the only discernable feature about him. He spoke in a harsh, gravelly voice, “My Lord, you have returned to use victorious!”

The crowd had been assembled for quite some time. Many appeared as either humans or tieflings. Others still looked otherworldly, with yellow green skin and massive reptilian eyes. For the first time in ages, the three orcs felt ashamed of their nakedness.

“My loyal friends,” the incubus began, addressing the crowd, “Our wonderous experiment has resulted in the great conversion of these three test subjects. Soon, with the grace of our dark Lord, we will spread the wonderful gift to all who live in the wretched world of mortals.”

The crowd cheered, their faces twisted into sadistic masks of hatred. The veiled leader applauded politely.

“Now, by the order of the astounding Lord Graz’zt, we shall have a demonstration,” the leader spoke again, lifting his veil for the first time. He was a reptilian creature with pale yellowed skin, one that Throz might have identified as a Githyanki. The other two brothers were left clueless to the strange humanoid’s origins, as the Grell glided gently through the air, into a temple structure at the center of the floating island.

While at first the Grell had been pragmatic in its apprehension of the orcs, now it was sadistically enjoying the torment. Its tentacles began rubbing along the orcs’ bodies, prodding and teasing them. Zoad felt one approach his asshole, forcefully inserting itself between his muscled cheeks.

But there was little the three could do now; the toxins rendered their bodies completely paralyzed as the aberration took its time to tease and pleasure the three brothers. Yet the worst part had to be that, due to the parasite’s influence, each brother found himself enjoying the predicament immensely. Any pain was replaced with pleasure, as the Grell’s tentacles began thrusting into each, toying with and ravaging their prostates.

The brothers all came for the first time. The crowd of assembled cultists cheered.

“Yes,” the incubus laughed, “Wonderful, my lovelies. This is perfect, look how much they enjoy it!”

Throz quickly found himself pressed against Guth’s chest, their cocks rubbing against each other. The Grell’s tentacles became bolder, rubbing at the orcs’ nipples as their cocks swelled with pleasure. The brothers came for the second time. Yet the orcs received no mercy; the show was far from over.

Zoad tried again to struggle, but it was in vain. As both the strongest fighter, and the oldest, he felt deeply responsible for the safety of his brothers. Every attempt to fight back was met with failure, as the tentacles only seemed to grow stronger. They wrapped around his limbs, displaying his body to the assembly, to that incubus. Now all Zoad could do with shudder and wiggle ineffectively as he experienced his third orgasm. Guth and Throz soon followed, as equally disgraced by the horrid creature.

Apparently satisfied now, the incubus stood ahead of the crowd. “My wonderful friends,” he said, carefully stepping between the puddles of cum that the orcs left on the floor, “Now you know the power of Lord Grz’zt. You know that I, Lord Xekk’us, am his one, and only, chosen champion.” A cheer broke out, as the three orcs felt the Grell lift them higher in the air.

The audience took their leave, as the incubus led his procession out the double doors, followed by his red cloaked subordinate. Two tieflings, armed with spears, stayed behind to guard them. For about five minutes, the three orcs hung in the air, panting and sweating as the cum dripped from their aching cocks. Zoad felt his consciousness begin to fade, as the immense embarrassment and shame washed over him.

But that wouldn’t last. Stepping from the shadows, three cloaked figures walked towards the captives. Waving his hand, one of the figures summoned a circle of Silence, centered on the horrid Grell. The man was obviously some type of wizard, a human with a long bushy beard. The other two figures were harder to identify, as their faces remained covered. However, Guth could clearly see the pair reading their crossbows.

The Grell attempted to shriek, but quickly found that no sound could escape the wizard’s spell. The two tiefling attendants pointed their spears towards the attackers, only to be cut down by the cloaked figures’ expert aim.

“Watch yourselves,” the wizard spoke again, waving her hand to cast seven magic missiles towards the aberration’s head. They stuck true, rendering the horrid creature dead in a burst of arcane fire.

Guth coughed as he tried to stand, “Who are you?”

“I am Yusuf; A friend to you,” the old wizard spoke, “Or at least, and enemy of your enemies. We do not have time. I have the means to grant you an escape from this horrid temple.” The two figures removed their hoods, revealing their reptilian faces. They were like the Githyanki before, but somehow different. Their skin was a greenish yellow color, but their faces appeared calm. They were also taller, with thin frames. They did not level their crossbows at the three orcs, instead watching them with curious eyes.

“Do it,” Throz spoke with conviction, helping Zoad stand upright. They had not survived such horrors to die here. Yusuf removed a cube from his pack, with symbols upon each of its faces. “You will be returned to the material plane,” he said, “But we must meet again. So long as Graz’zt and his allies have the control of this parasite, we must fight them.”

“How can we find you again?” Guth asked, massaging his sore backside.

“Do not fear, child,” Yusuf spoke, in a fatherly tone, “I will be more than capable of finding you.”

The wizard rolled the cube along the floor, like a massive die. In a flash of light, a portal opened. Throz grabbed at Zoad and Guth’s hands, squeezing them tightly. Whatever happens, they stick together. Stepping through the portal, the three vanished.

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Day 10: Punishment + CNC

Rath strode confidently down the alleyway. He had walked this way many times, and wasn’t particularly concerned about danger. Not that a strong orc like him would have much to worry about. Turning the corner away from the street, he stepped into the warm artificial light of a back entrance to a local bar.

A dwarf was sitting on the stoop, staring at his phone. He looked like any other dwarf, short, broad, and hairy. Perfectly unremarkable in every way. The dwarf’s ginger beard was neatly kept, and his hair had been tied back in a ponytail. He wore glasses, blue jeans, and a red flannel shirt. Typical working-class dude, perfectly unremarkable in every way.

Rath walked up to him and waved. “Hey buddy,” he greeted, trying to sound friendly, “Do you work here? I was hoping to get inside.”

The dwarf looked up at him, and paused like a deer in the headlights. Rath wasn’t unattractive for an orc, nor was he particularly scary looking. He had dark green skin, black hair kept in neatly braided dreads, and a well-kept goatee on his chin. He was wearing a grungy gray hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, and black sweatpants. He had also decided to walk outside in the daring combination of white socks with black slides.

Sensing hesitation from the dwarf, he continued, “I didn’t have enough cash for the cover charge, but I’m meeting up with friends tonight. If you could do me a solid…”

“Yeah,” the dwarf finally said, “I can help you out.” He stood up and took a key from his pocket. Opening the door, he beckoned for the orc to enter. “Go through there,” he said, indicating an unmarked door to the side. Just as Rath stepped into the dark room, he felt a strange sensation. Something about that dwarf was… familiar to him…

Yet his curiosity was replaced with sudden surprise. From behind the dwarf had grabbed him and forced him down to the floor. The little guy must have been deceptively strong, as he easily grappled the orc, handcuffing his wrists behind his back.

“What the FUCK, dude!”

Then Rath’s eyes burned from the sudden brightness. The dwarf had turned on the harsh fluorescent lights, bathing the room in a cold, surgical aura. They were in some type of storage closet, about two meters long by four meters wide. Empty metal shelves lined the walls, giving the place a disturbing, liminal atmosphere. A poster on the wall of a human wearing a hard hat provided a whimsical yet informative reminder of workplace safety. A single mattress had been placed in the center of the room, laid bare.

“You didn’t recognize me earlier, Rath.” What the fuck? How did he know his name? What was this dwarf talking about? The dwarf leaned in, his face mere inches from the Rath’s nose. “You don’t remember? Back row, Mr. Goldleaf’s class?”

The orc froze, partially in fear, and partially from shock. No… it couldn’t be…

“L-Loni?” Of course! How could Rath be so stupid? He should have recognized that ginger beard anywhere. Loni had been one of his classmates in high school, the two sat next to each other in the back of history class. Since Rath had always been a poor student, he needed to repeat that class during his senior year. That’s how he ended up stuck in a class full of freshmen… stuck there with Loni…

“That’s right,” the dwarf smiled, baring his teeth like an animal. He grabbed Rath’s beard and began jerking his head towards the mattress.

“W-wait! Why d-didn’t you say anything?” Rath questioned. If Loni recognized him earlier, why did he-

“Because you made my life hell!” the dwarf shouted. It was… true. Rath had been a rather belligerent orc in high school. He acted out, especially since he was always failing and repeating classes. “Every day,” Loni continued, shouting, “You called me a faggot to my face, spat at me, and told everyone I was a ‘cocksucking dwarf’. I asked you to leave me alone and you tormented me!”

Rath felt a growing sense of shame in the pit of his stomach. Loni was a rather brave person in high school, being out of the closet despite the stigma at the time. And orcs like Rath didn’t make it any easier for guys like him back then. He was… rash and had a chip on his shoulder.

“And then,” the dwarf continued his rant, “you followed me to the gym and pantsed me in front of my entire class. I was humiliated. I hated you with every fiber of my being!”

Rath felt himself swallow. “W-what happens now?” the orc whimpered. He was now laying on his back in the center of the mattress. His breathing picked up as the reality of the situation finally dawned on him.

“Well,” Loni said, placing his boot on the poor orc’s crotch, “You have two choices: One, you’re going to suck my cock dry tonight; Two, I’m going to crush your balls and stamp them into the concrete. What do you say to that, orc? Wanna beg me to stop? Like I begged you?”

The orc gulped, just as Loni began putting pressure on his testicles. “P-please… don’t hurt me,” Rath begged. The poor orc’s head shook.

“Then start sucking, bitch,” Loni shouted as he undid his belt. His meaty dwarven cock could put most men to shame. It probably would also break most men’s jaws. “I’m going to turn you into a cocksucking orc, bitch. And if I feel those tusks, you’re dead.”

Rath choked on his sobs as the dwarf grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into his hairy crotch. “P-pl-” was all he could get out before the dwarf’s girthy dick was inside his mouth. Rath choked as his throat was violated. Loni fucked him, thrusting deliberately into the helpless orc.

Loni fucked his throat with all the resentment and anger he had allowed to wallow in for years. Rath, trying his hardest to stay conscious, choked. Coughing and gasping for breath, he tried his hardest to not throw up.

“You fucker,” Loni tormented, taking a pocket knife out from his jacket. He grabbed at the orc’s hoodie, and began tearing at it. “Do you know what it felt like, for me to be exposed like that? You’re going to learn. I’m going to punish you for everything you did to me.”

With a flick of his wrist, the fabric was cut. The orc sat crouched there, shirtless and vulnerable. But the dwarf wasn’t finished. As Rath caught his breath, Loni got to work cutting through the seams of his sweatpants, until only the orc’s underwear remained.

“Loni,” Rath gasped, “I’m sorry.” It was as truthful as the orc had ever been. He regretted that day long before this encounter. He had been transferred to another school, or kicked out, he didn’t really remember. He had always felt that, if he met Loni again, he owed the dwarf a lot more than an apology. Not that it would help him much now.

“Funny,” the dwarf chuckled, “I’m sorry too.” With a kick the knocked the orc on his back. Pulling at the Rath’s briefs, he tore them off with one solid motion. Now the only thing preserving the orc’s dignity was a pair of sweaty white socks.

“No, please! Don’t-” the orc shook his head, but the dwarf’s weight was already on top of him. Loni had pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles in anticipation of taking the orc fully. Poking at his vulnerable entrance, the dwarf began thrusting with vigor.

“Garh!” was the most coherent sentence Rath could put together. His own cock began reacting, blood rushing in response to the intense stimulation. Fuck, if he got hard now…

“Oh, it looks like you’re enjoying your punishment, slut,” Loni teased, grabbing at his former bully’s raging erection, “Who’s the cocksucking slut now?!” 

Fuck! With each thrust, Rath felt a mixture of pleasure and pain, yet the pleasure was winning out in the end.

====One Hour Earlier====

Rath got the call later in the day, a new client wanted to have a scene with him. From what Arag had said, it seemed like this new guy might be a rather high paying client. That was all he needed to hear.

Rath strolled into the bar, making his way to the secluded office in the backroom. Officially he had been working here as a ‘bartender’ for three years. Unofficially, he had been using is FanFinder account to prostitute himself from this bar. He even had a little room out back to meet with clients discretely (he wasn’t just some common hooker, you know?).

He had a decent thing going, and plenty of horny human guys were willing to fork over cash to watch him pose around his apartment naked. But he needed to make real money, and the best way to do that was to arrange ‘private meetings’ with some clients. Unfortunately, Rath was dealing with a string of poor luck. The last three clients had canceled on him last minute, leaving him a bit anxious over this next one.

Sauntering into the office, the orc removed his sunglasses and pushed the door open. Arag was already seated at a desk, speaking with the client, “About time you showed up,” he chided, “Dude’s not going to wait forever.”

Rath looked over to the client: a dwarf, youngish face with a ginger beard. He seemed to shrink into his flannel shirt as the tall orc entered, his eyes hidden behind his chunky square glasses. “May I inter-o-duce you to your newest client: ‘Mr. L’. Truth is, this little dwarf has been subscribed to you since almost the beginning. He’s hoping to do a little C-N-C roleplay with you tonight,” Arag was practically giddily. The older biker orc always seemed to enjoy when the kinkier clients showed up.

“Is he good to go?” Rath asked Arag, scratching his chest lazily. He always liked teasing the newbies. He even let his fingers reach in under his tank top to give the little dwarf a peek at his bare chest.

“Yup. You’ve both got a clean bill of health, and his check just cleared this morning,” Arag rubbed his hands together, greedily, “Dwarfy here’s just gotten promoted at his job, and he’s got plenty of green to burn.” You could practically see the dollar signs etched in Arag’s pupils.

Rath was no stranger to BDSM and roleplay, but he wanted to go over his boundaries and safewords with Loni. The two spoke briefly about their expectations and limits.

“So, Red is to stop, Yellow to slow down, and Green to keep going?” the enigmatic Mr. L repeated, enthusiastically taking in the new responsibilities of being a dom.

“Yeah, except I won’t be saying stuff like ‘Green’ or ‘Yellow’ out loud, you know, since it’s a noncon scene,” Rath added, placing his hand on the dwarf’s shoulder, “Instead, I’ll just shake my head up and down so you know it’s okay to continue. If I need to send you a specific signal, I’ll just snap my fingers twice for Red, and once for Yellow.” The orc’s smile beamed. The young dwarf looked up to him, eyes filled with curiosity. Or perhaps confusion. Rath wasn’t good at keeping things concise.

“Don’t sweat it; I’ll be next door, if you need an extra pair of hands,” Arag said, giddily. Rath, either unamused by that comment or too amused by it, slapped the back of the orc biker’s head.

The whore and client parted ways, agreeing to meet up in about an hour behind the bar. Arag had already locked the backdoor, gave the dwarf a spare key, and told him which room would be set up for them. Now all Rath needed to do was find a thrift store to source a cheap outfit.

====Present====

“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you, Rath, sir…” Loni said, reaching behind Rath to rub the orc’s back.

“I’m okay…” Rath said, trying to sit upright, “…and please don’t call me sir.” It was difficult to get up from the floor when you’re handcuffed, but Rath had core strength that most orcs would kill for. Besides, Arag’s handcuffs didn’t need a key; you just had to press the little lever to get out. But he wasn’t going to slip out of them just yet.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier. I thought that… that if you recognized me, you wouldn’t-” Loni placed his hands on Rath’s side, and helped him sit up on the mattress.

“I might not’ve turned you down, but I would have been real curious,” the orc said, eyeing his dwarf paramour. This was certainly not how he expected a reunion with Loni would go.

“Curious? You aren’t worried I’m going to try to get revenge on you now that you’re here all alone?”

Rath gestured his head towards the poster on the wall, “Not really, Arag likes to watch.” The eyes of the safety poster suddenly appeared more vacant. “Now, if you remember your agreement, aftercare is required, Loni.” The orc’s face was twisted into a smug grin as the dwarf began blushing.

“Oh, sorry!” Loni said, suddenly remembering the obligations he still had to Rath, as per their contract. He might be paying for this, but he still had to play by the orc’s rules. “Um,” the dwarf stammered, “Are you really okay?”

“Of course; you didn’t hear me snapping my fingers, or calling out colors,” the orc said, with perhaps a bit too much pride for someone who just got handcuffed and fucked in the ass. “But I have to ask you, are you alright? I mean, with me?”

Loni paused, just before taking the cuffs off Rath. “I don’t know.”

“…I’m sorry. For how I treated you then. It was… wrong…” Somehow, that was the most difficult part of today for the orc. As far as Rath was concerned, getting handcuffed and fucked was the easy part. He’d never had a client that knew him from before, and having to deal with his rather shameful past as a delinquent was always uncomfortable. 

“Okay… Thank you… Um…” Loni stammered, reverting to his shy self, “I… I’m willing to forgive you.”

There was a pause in the conversation. Rath leaned closer to Loni, who was now supporting his weight. The two had an awkward hug, where one person wasn’t able to use their arms still. Because of the handcuffs. For a heartbeat, the room was quiet.

…

“But FUCK, dude. Wouldn’t therapy be cheaper?” Rath blurted out, ruining the emotional moment.

“I did go to therapy!” the dwarf stammered, defensively. “Then, years later I just happened to stumble across your FanFinder account… and I just thought that… well, you stilled looked kind of hot… and I thought that- um...”

The orc could not contain his laughter anymore. Before, the dwarf was funny in a cute way, but now it was hilarious. But to Rath’s surprise, Loni started joining him. Finally, it looked like the dwarf was enjoying himself.

“Well, if you’re okay…” Rath said, slipping his wrists from the cuffs with ease, much to the dwarf’s surprise, “…then I guess there’s no hard feelings?”

Loni blushed. He thought finally confronting his bully would be cathartic, especially after all the therapy sessions told him to let it go and move on. But handcuffing and fucking Rath really did make him feel… better. And finally getting a chance to confront him felt… even better.

“So, um...” the dwarf said, placing his hand back on the orc’s massive chest, “would you want to do this again?”

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Day 11: Cum Licking + Somnophilia

Zerlak was a man now. At least, that’s what everyone would say now. It only took about two days, but he and Ragan completed the Rite. It was a bit touch and go at the beginning, but they overcame. He remembered his uncle’s face after they finished. Ragan’s eyes looked misty as he clapped his hand on the young orc’s back, “We did it, buddy.”

It wasn’t quite the experience Zerlak expected. He felt… satisfied in the moment, but still incomplete…

The rest of his family were happy. Every time an orc completed their Rite, it was a cause for celebration. His mother was practically floating around the apartment, adorning vases with flowers or taking happy commemorative pictures. His aunts sent cards. The maternal cousins were jeering him approvingly. He didn’t have any aunts or cousins on his dad’s side of the family, just uncle Ragan.

Speaking of Ragan, he was going to stay with them for a few more days before going back to his place in the city. He would be sleeping in the guest bedroom for the rest of the week. Just long enough to make Zurlak feel tempted.

For orcs, homosexuality was an unusual cultural issue. Every male orc in their clan had some sexual experience with other men. Usually, the clan would meet up at least once a month to ‘blow off steam’, and enjoy each other’s company. It was considered an important social duty, and a way to keep the orc’s insatiable lust in check. But somehow, they had a backwards attitude about gay men.

It always got difficult when someone in the clan decided they wanted to actually be gay. As far as the clan was concerned, you married a lady orc and popped out a few kids. Gay guys were just going against the natural order. What you were attracted to didn’t matter to the clan, since you were supposed to get it either way.

If you asked an average orc if he was gay, he would say “No,” because what the men of the clan did together didn’t really count. Having sex? That’s totally fine! Saying the dreaded L-word? Suddenly, you have a problem.

Zerlak had tried talking about it with Chief Gart. He felt differently about himself; he liked guys in a way that his peers didn’t. But the chief just said: “Your dick’s got a mind of its own, but don’t sweat it. You’ll still fit in with the other guys.” Zerlak could almost swear he saw a glint of recognition in the old orc’s eyes, as though the chieftain somehow recognized the younger orc’s feelings.

But that conversation went nowhere. Not the best guidance to give a young orc questioning his sexuality…

With his Rite complete, Zerlak needed more. His experience made him feel… very improper towards his uncle. He didn’t want to find some nice orc maiden to settle down with. He didn’t want his uncle to leave. He wanted to be with Uncle Ragan this very moment.

The night air felt cool on his bare chest. He wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants, and nothing else. His uncle lay sleeping in the guestroom, the young orc watching from the doorway. He didn’t just want to rut with his uncle; he didn’t just want sex. He… thought that he… might love him.

Ragan snored. His was laying on his back, spread starfish with his mouth laying lazily open. He had partially pushed the blanket off him, exposing his bare legs and chest. His crotch was still covered, but Zerlak would soon see to that.

He crept into the room slowly, as to not wake anyone. His bare feet made little noise on the carpeted floor. The young orc reached over to slowly pull the blanket off…

His uncle was as nude as the day he was born, and already at half-mast. Too horny to hesitate, Zerlak crouched by the side of the bed to press his face into his uncle’s crotch.

Fuck, his uncle made such a mess. Zerlak tried to swallow every drop he could, but the stream of precum just kept coming. The taste was exquisite, salty, yet so masculine. Careful, as not to wake his sleeping uncle, he reached his hand across.

Taking Ragan’s cock in his hand, he began jerking his dick. His uncle was already hard as a rock, and just begging to be sucked. It was like his manhood was made for Zerlak, just for him to suck and service.

Well, it was now or never. Gripping the base of Ragan’s cock, Zerlak brought his mouth closer. Taking the dick was easy, he had done it almost a dozen times during the Rite. But he couldn’t wake his uncle, under any circumstances.

Slowly, he teased his tongue around the cockhead. Then, he began inserting. He tried not to choke or gag, as that would surely wake his uncle up. But in a moment, the entire shaft was inside him.

Cum splashed onto Ragan’s chest, a burst of heavy, orc seed anointed his sleeping body. FUCK! Zerlak was going to have to clean this up, or else Ragan might suspect something happened last night. Gods, he wouldn’t have time to get a towel…

Leaning down, he brought his face closer to his uncle’s chest. The dribbles of cum looked so inviting. Their raw, musky smell was so intense. In his lustful haze, Zerlak began lapping up each droplet. He ran his tongue across every inch of skin he could find. The taste was salty and bitter, but Zerlak loved it just the same.

Cleaning up his uncle’s messy cumshot felt so off-limits. It was so taboo, but so exciting at the same time. Nothing could ruin this moment.

His uncle groaned and shifted. “…buddy?” Ragan whispered, barely awake. The young orc felt ice down his spine. He instinctually looked down at the floor. Fuck… if his uncle knew… if anyone figured out… he might die on the spot.

“Uh.. I-I’m sorry Uncle Ragan. I woke up, and I still felt the heat and I-” Zerlak was babbling, his face flushed and his body shrinking. A bit of blood began to drip from his nose. The poor orc often got nosebleeds when he was nervous.

Ragan looked at the younger orc, and reached over to place his hand on him. Zerlak flinched, as though his uncle were going to kill him with one touch. His uncle’s face… softened. “Here,” he said, placing his arms around his nephew. The hug lasted only a few seconds, but Zerlak felt his breathing return to normal, his heartbeat slow down. Separating, Ragan whispered in his nephew’s ear: “Sit next to me for a while.”

It wasn’t like Zerlak had much of a choice. But something about how his uncle held him made him feel safe. Ragan took out a hankerchief from the nightstand and handed it to the younger orc.

There was silence for a moment. “Did your pa’ ever tell you about our time in the Rite?” Ragan asked, barely above a whisper. Zerlak shook his head and gave a nasally “No.”

“My brother and I… we completed it together. We were so close in age, that everyone said to just wait and do it all at once. Our father, grandfather, and uncles assisted us,” Ragan began to smile as he reminisced.

“Woah,” Zerlak whispered under his breath. He had heard the stories about how some used to complete the Rite like that. He was a bit jealous.

“It was different then,” his uncle continued, “and my brother and I were happy for the extra attention. But… something was different. I… started feeling differently towards my brother. After we… made love that day… I told him that I was in love with him… But he didn’t feel the same way about me.”

The younger orcs jaw fell so quickly, you would have been mistaken in believing that it hit the floor. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Quickly Zerlak composed himself, “Is that why… you were hesitant to do the Rite with me?” It stung a bit, to think that his uncle would reject him for the unrequited love of his brother. Especially since the young orc had now developed such strong feelings towards him.

“N-no! Never!” Ragan assured the younger orc, placing his hand on the young man’s face. “It is just,” he began, hesitating before continuing, “When I see you now, I see so much of my brother. You look so much like him when we were your age. I thought that… I might break my heart all over again. And seeing you there, looking at me when I… made love to you… It happened again.”

The older orc stopped to wipe a tear from his eye, the distant memories still raw and fresh in his mind. His voice shook as he spoke, barely finding the courage or strength to continue. Zerlak was completely speechless.

“Uncle,” the young orc grabbed at Ragan’s hand, barely able to choke out the words, “I think I love you.”

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Day 12: Sex Work + Sissification

Rath’s day couldn’t be any better. After Loni got another big raise from his job at the bakery, the horny dwarf couldn’t help but spend it on his new favorite ‘male escort’. The orc had seen some stagnation in his FanFinder account, but that was a problem for another day; Today, he was focused on only one thing.

Arriving at the dwarf’s apartment, the orc couldn’t help but be a little impressed. It was a row of condominiums in a well-off neighborhood, with a little security office out in the street. After Rath had buzzed the dwarf’s number and gotten the confirmation, he walked up to the door.

Rath wouldn’t admit it, but he always felt awkward about repeat customers. It only happened once in a while, usually with humans, but something about it made him feel… strange. After all, this was just business. But when business gets intimate, it’s easy to accidentally go too far.

Loni opened the front door, greeting the orc warmly, “Hey, Rath,” he said, waving his hand, “Please come in.”

“Gladly,” the orc replied, taking off his cap as he entered, “So, what did you want to do to me this time?

====A Short While Later…====

“How do I look?” the orc asked, trying to get a read on Loni’s angle. It was a simple costume, comprised of only two components: a white jockstrap, and a frilly pink apron. Technically, it covered his cock, and left enough of his chest obscured. Yet, it was a titillating display.

“You look perfect,” the dwarf replied, trying not to make his approval too apparent. He had already gotten an eyeful of the orc’s naked body last time, and he could view every salacious picture on FanFinder any day, but tonight he didn’t want to spoil the moment. So, while Rath was showering and getting changed, the dwarf was busy in the kitchen.

“I’ve prepared your first task tonight,” he said, bowing slightly and signaling into the apartment’s open-plan kitchen. The orc stepped through the archway. It was a tornado had gone through the kitchen, spreading flour, sugar, and batter across the breakfast bar before apparently taking out every bowl and dish from the cabinets before dumping them across every countertop.

At least the chaos seemed to have some purpose: a tray was in the oven, baking quietly in the background. Rath didn’t have a close enough look to see inside just yet. The timer read about 10 minutes remaining.

“So, you want to fuck me in your messy kitchen?” the orc asked, eyebrow raised. Some guys were into dirty stuff, but this was… a bit too literal for Rath.

“No, Rath,” Loni lied, “You’re going to clean it up, like a good little wife.”

Hearing that word, the orc blinked. ‘Wife’. So, that’s what the dwarf was into. “Ha!” Rath thought to himself, “I’ll give that short-stack pervert a show he won’t forget…”

Now, to get into character.

“🌸 Yes, dear 🌸,” Rath said, sweetly. Everything about his had transformed in the blink of an eye; his posture, his cadence, even the expression on his face. Loni’s tongue hung involuntarily from his mouth.

“Muradin’s Sweaty Balls,” the dwarf thought to himself, “I have to get a picture of this.” He willed himself not to get a nosebleed as he fumbled for his phone. On shaky fingers, he opened the camera app, just in time for Rath to start leaning across the counter, his hips bent, his back arched, his ass sticking out perfectly into the kitchen.

“Oh no,” The orc fussed. Rath held his arms up to his chest, daintily, as though he might lose his balance. “It’s so messy 🥺,” he whined, dropping a kitchen sponge on the floor before deliberately bending all the way over to pick it up. Gods, why was Rath so good at this? Had he done roleplay like this before?

*click* Oh gods, it was a perfect shot of the orc’s green ass as he bent over, his little pucker perfectly in frame. Somehow, the jockstrap/apron combo did a lot of heavy lifting; the orc might look less sexy if he were naked.

“Oh no 😫,” the orc mockingly whimpered, covering his chest with one arm, the other carefully hiding his bulge. The jockstrap stirred as Rath’s erection began to grow.

*click* Oh. My. Gods. Somehow, this one looked better than the last. Rath’s body looked amazing, his face was so expressive, and the entire situation was just. So. Sexy.

Fuck it. Loni tried to be patient, but the sight of his ‘little orc wife’ in distress stirred something sinister in him. Grabbing Rath by the waist, he hoisted him onto the breakfast bar face first. A cloud of flour dissipated, coating Rath’s chest and arms. He whimpered as the dwarf began spreading his cheeks.

“Please, sir 😨,” he pitifully pleaded, turning his head back to look Loni in the eyes, “Y-you’re making a mess!” His cheeks flushed, and his eyes looked a little teary.

“Are you saying it’s my fault?” the dwarf asked, coldly. Loni couldn’t hide his desire any longer. He tried not to sound so conceited, but wit the orc at his mercy, it was just so easy. When Rath got this way, he couldn’t help but acting a bit more like a dom.

“🥺 N-no, sir, I-” Rath tried to protest, his face flushed red in embarrassment and fear. Fuck, he was a good actor. Now to make him really cry…

Loni pulled his pants down to his ankles. Rath’s jockstrap provided the perfect window to fuck him through. Taking his hardened cock (and a little lube), Loni pressed his cockhead into the waiting orc cunt.

“Wha-ah-Ah 🥵!” Rath cried, his legs kicked impotently as his toes curled. Loni pressed his hand onto the orc’s back, holding him against the breakfast bar. He slowly inserted every inch of his cock into Rath, down to the hilt. The orc whined like a dog as his insides were invaded. Heh, a dog… that might be fun, too…

🖐🏼*smack*

“Ow 😢,” the orc whimpered, as the dwarf’s hand came down on his buttocks.

“Shut up,” Loni commanded, thrusting his cock in and out of the orc’s cute little ass. He wanted to make sure poor Rath felt the entirety of his manhood as

🖐🏼 *smack*

“You just look too good,” he said, smacking the other cheek, “to not slap around a little.”

Rath moaned and cried as the dwarf began playing with his insides. Loni knew just how to hit Rath’s special little spot. The dwarf’s cock was the perfect size and shape, wonderfully tormenting the orc’s prostate. Rath arched his back

“And one more for good luck,” Loni chuckled. His hand struck wide, hitting both cheeks in one solid motion.

🖐🏼 *SLAP*

And that was all the orc needed. Moaning like a proper orc wife, Rath threw his head backwards. His cock, pathetically ignored by Loni, was already shooting its load into his jockstrap. Fuck, that was going to leave such a mess. With each contraction, his asshole squeezed Loni’s member, teasing the dwarf into his own orgasm.

Pulling his cock out, Loni slapped the head against Rath’s rosy ass cheeks. “Holy fuck,” he growled, “Get ready.”

The dwarf jerked his manhood a few times, just enough to finally cum across the orc’s tenderized backside. The dribbles of cum contrasted beautifully against Rath’s dark green skin. He let out a little moan and he looked over his shoulder at Loni, his eyes uncertain.

“Now, I have to get a pic of this,” Loni said, snapping one final shot of the orc’s weakened, used body.

🔔*DING*🔔

“Oh,” Loni startled, breaking character, “The muffins are ready.”

“Food?” The orc’s eyes lit up with interest as he lifted himself from the breakfast bar. Loni had no luck holding him in place, as the orc eagerly trod to the oven. He was already back to his regular self.

====7½ Minutes Later…====

Hand in hand, Loni led Rath to the couch in the living room. The orc was casually swallowing an entire blueberry muffin. The dwarf had warned him that it might still be too hot, but the orc didn’t seem to care. Loni took note of Rath’s apparent insatiable sweet tooth.

Earlier, the dwarf had laid out a large towel over the cushion, to protect the upholstery from sweat stains and… other fluids. The dwarf sat first, inviting his partner to cuddle with him. Rath snuggled up to Loni, his rough dwarven hands running along the orc’s muscular back.

Rath smiled, sweetly, resting his head against the dwarf’s broad chest. Things had gotten a bit heated back there for a second, but he was glad the dwarf had the sense to come back down to earth.

“Hey,” Rath said, breaking the calming silence, “Could you send me those pics you took?”

The dwarf felt a chill. Oh no. Was he not supposed to take pictures? Loni couldn’t remember if that was in the agreement? When he signed it, he didn’t remember anything about pictures not being allowed. Was that a rule, or just a courtesy? His anxious mind raced at a thousand miles an hour.

“I’m so sorry,” the dwarf blurted out, “I didn’t- I mean, I thought- I shouldn’t have-” FUCK! Why did he have to ruin it? His stupid dwarven greed had gotten the better of him. He should have asked or something, this was supposed to be the kind of thing they talked about before they started-

“Hey, dude, don’t worry. I just wanted to try posting them on my FanFinder account.”

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Day 13: Dom Bottom/Sub Top + Medical Play

Prince Hegart lay in his bedchamber, cock throbbing with desire. This was no way for a prince to conduct himself… but after that day, those sweaty orc cocks were the only thing that occupied his mind.

He was supposed to have a television appearance in the afternoon. Some corporate news station wanted to interview him about the opposition party’s failure last week to stop the advance of orc rights. The assembly was quickly shifting towards a bill that would enshrine full civil rights, regardless of race.

But he couldn’t think about that now. In fact, if he was to go on TV in this state, he might start fantasizing about being bred like a little dwarf piggy by the all the orcs out on their marches. By Muradin’s beard, he would be passed around, just in front of the banners so TV cameras could capture every moment. Oh, and they could bring their minotaur friends, and maybe invite an ogre or two to really stretch him out and-

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

“…Who is it?”

“Good morning, your Majesty. There is a ‘Sir Bhodi’, to see you sir,” a footman said, opening the door a crack. The scent of sweat and cum washed over Bhodi like a wave, as he wondered if, perhaps, he and the orcs had gone *too* far with their little scheme.

The door slammed shut behind them. Hegart looked at his (former?) lover without raising his head from the pillow. His erect cock was poking out towards the ceiling from under the blanket. “I bet you’re happy,” he said, putting a little bit of malice into speech.

“I can see you’ve already returned to your usual self,” Bhodi snarked, before glancing at the tent he was pitching underneath his covers. “Or, maybe not?”

Hegart’s face was red. “Hold your tongue, knight. I am still your prince,” the embarrassed dwarf spat to his former partner.

“Vyrun’s coming later,” Bhodi said, casually. Hegart’s heart must have skipped a beat.

“That… brute!” he ruefully fumed. “Have you just come to brag? To get under my skin? Well, it won’t work anymore.”

“No, I actually wanted to make sure you were alright,” the knight said, finally meeting the prince’s gaze, “He was worried that the other orcs broke your mind. But I can clearly see you’ve recovered wonderfully.”

There were a number of insults that Hegart would never tolerate, and almost all of them were contained in that single statement. The prince puffed his chest, and started ranting: “Recovered? I’ll be lucky if I can ever show my face in public again after yesterday. You little traitor; if it wasn’t for you, this kingdom could finally rid itself of the greenskin menace. But *nooooooooo*, you just had to get a bleeding heart and side with those, awful, unwashed, brutish, slovenly, muscular, hunky…”

Luckily, the prince’s rants were interrupted by the sudden return of the servant, “Your Majesty, a ‘Mister Vyrun Tar-Axe’ is here to see you, sir.”

Vyrun. His father, Galen Tar-Axe had been labeled a rabble rouser and trade unionist. He was known as an early civil rights activist, not just for the orcs, but for all disenfranchised species for the past twenty-five years. He had to flee the dwarf’s kingdom, before returning with his son on this new wave of civil protests. Just watching that stupid barbarian swagger into his bedchamber was enough to make the prince’s face hot. He was wearing a leather jacked and torn gray jeans. His boots tracked mud into the room.

“Good,” the orc said, eyeing up the prince, “You’re still up and kicking.”

“Fuck. You.” Hegart’s princely persona was all but forgotten. Who did this orc think he was? Walking in here like he owned the place, speaking to the prince like some commoner? He should be flogged just for standing in the prince’s presence. Yes, that brute’s shirt should be torn off, and he should be tied to the posts of the prince’s bed. And then, they should tie Hegart up next to him, and then-

Hegart face flushed red, and a bit of drool dripped from the corner of his lips. He took in a quick, sharp breath, regaining his composure. …how long was he fantasizing about that?

Bhodi placed his hand on his chin, quizzically. “Maybe we did break his brain?”

“Well, only one way to find out,” Vyrun said, peeling the jacket off and tossing it onto a nearby chair. Hegart’s eyes bulged. The orc was wearing a sleeveless white tank top, with just a hint of chest hair poking out from the top.

He slipped his pants off with just enough ease, before putting back on his muddy boots. Hegart’s face turned bright red, and Bhodi feared the poor dwarf might get a nosebleed.

“Bhodi, run your tests. I wanna try him out myself,” the orc said, throwing off the duvet and climbing onto the prince’s bed. His buddy shoes left sooty imprints on the pristine white sheets. “Jeeze,” Bhodi thought privately to himself, “If that was a metaphor, I’d say it was too obvious.”

Hegart’s body froze. He wasn’t tied down, but something prevented him from moving. He couldn’t find the will to leave, or call out for help, or fight back. No, why wouldn’t he want this: a massive, sweaty, meaty orc on top of him, claiming his body again and again and again and-

*POP*

Bhodi stuck an adhesive electrode onto Hegart’s forehead. Connecting the wire to his tablet through the USB, he started running some app. “Don’t worry,” he assured as Hegart gave him a quizzical look, “It’s for your own safety.” Now, the real trial began.

Vyrun started grinding his ass along Hegarts already erect cock through his nightgown. “F-fuuuuck,” the prince moaned, not prepared to have his cock toyed with. He was a bottom at heart, even back when he dated Bhodi. He’d never even had any experience topping.

The orc lifted the whimpering dwarf’s robe, exposing his nude body. “Fuck, I’ll enjoy this,” he muttered, taking Hegart’s cock in his hand, and guiding it towards his open hole.

“W-what?” Hegart was… shocked? Surprised? Delighted? He’d never even imagined… I mean, he’d always pictured himself being the recipient of a dominant orc’s intense, bestial rutting. Right?

No? No. No! No, no, no, no, NO! This would never do! He needed that orc’s fact cock inside him, not bouncing seductively on his hairy chest as he fucked the greenskin’s sweaty, tight, manly orc cunt. Fuck, the thought alone made his head spin. His head fell backwards as a bit of drool escaped down the corner of his mouth.

But just as suddenly, Bhodi held him into place, “No, you’ve got to stay awake, or we won’t get the proper readings.” By now, the tablet was displaying some data: heart rate, estimated blood pressure, and neurological activity. It was quite a sophisticated setup. “Shitfuck,” Hegart thought to himself, while also muttering under his breath, “I knew I shouldn’t have let him study with the elves…”

“There’s a lot of things you shouldn’t have done,” Vyrun answered, leaning in close enough to hear the little prince’s rantings, “Like deny my people rights, banish my father, try to put me in chains. Did I miss anything?”

Hegart felt a heat building behind his eyes, a combination of the arousal he felt in this moment and… shame? Fuck, why was he feeling that way about the orc. He was just some stupid brute, barely worth the food to keep alive. A parasite, siphoning away the resources and treasures of the dwarves for his own perverse, sexual, sensual pleasures.

“But now,” the orc continued, “You’re going to belong to me; every inch of you. And I’m going to use every inch.”

“B-but!” the dwarf whined, brattily.

“SILENCE!” Hegart’s impotent protests were met with the orc’s meaty hand clutching his pudgy little face. The dwarf could feel the spittle splashing across his cheeks. In a moment his spine melted, he was a shadow of himself, and any protest that remain retreated.

Whimpering slightly, the dwarf prince’s misty eyes could not meet the orc’s frustrated gaze. “Know your place, dwarf. You are my plaything today,” Vyrun let out a little chuckle; he’d made his point to Hegart.

“Now,” Bhodi interjected, “Let the testing begin.”

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Day 14: Possessive Sex + Choking

Rath’s FanFinder page exploded after the new photos from Loni’s last session got uploaded. It was a game changer; his subscribers almost doubled. But now, he had a problem: how was he going to keep this up?

The only two questions on people’s minds were “Who came inside YourOrcgasm69?” and “When is the next collab?”

Loni had never shown much interest in doing porn. At least not yet. But somehow, his pics had a magical effect on the orc’s FanFinder account. It was like lightning in a bottle. Now, Rath just needed lightning to strike twice.

*BZZZ*📳*BZZZ* The orc’s phone dinged.

<<Hey. Are you free to meet this Friday?>>

Loni was usually pretty formal with his text messages. It was almost kind of cute how uptight he could be when he wasn’t balls deep in an orc. This could still work. Rath tried to keep his responses brief:

• • • •

<<Yeah>>

• • • •

<<Call me>>

Rath agonized over the upcoming call, worried that the dwarf might get scared off if he came off as too desperate.

====Later That Evening====

The orc strode into Loni’s apartment, casually tossing his hat onto the table by the door. The dwarf had given him a spare key, since they had decided to try a regular schedule. It was only fair, since they were now going to be business partners.

“So,” Loni said, standing nervously by the door, “H-how is this going to work?”

“Well,” the orc said, taking something from his bag, “I thought that if you didn’t want to be seen, you could wear this.” He tossed the mask into the dwarf’s hands. It was one of those ‘puppy’ masks, made of black faux leather. It was definitely sized for a dwarf’s head, and would cover his face completely. It also had cute little ears on the top, semi-flopped over.

Loni examined the mask thoroughly. Hm. His beard might still poke out the bottom, and you could see his eyes in a closeup, but he wouldn’t really be recognizable in it.

“Okay,” the dwarf finally said, taking a deep breath, “Let’s try it.”

Their first step was to get properly dressed. They were both going to be wearing black leather harnesses with matching jockstraps. Rath didn’t have any issues with showing his face, so only Loni would need the mask.

Getting it on took effort. Rath had to keep adjusting it until it was comfortable, although Loni would never admit to deliberately prolonging the experience. After a few more affirmations, as well as a final check in before starting, Rath set up his and Loni’s phones to record.

“Hey guys,” Rath began, as casually as ever, “I want to introduce you to someone special; this is my new puppy.” He really was an excellent actor. Loni was actually a little jealous. He still remembered when Rath mercilessly teased him for attending tryouts for the high school play. 

“Say ‘Hi’, puppy,” the command was simple, but Rath made the words sound so sweet. Loni gave a little silent wave to the front camera, before cringing internally. He was glad that his face wasn’t going to show up on the recording.

“You guys might already know Puppy, since you saw the fun we had together last time,” Rath coed, placing his arms around Loni’s body. The dwarf felt the orcs muscular hands working their way down his back, before wrapping around his prominent rump.

“He’s such a good boy,” the orc continued, possessively pulling Loni into his embrace with a growl, “He’ll do anything I say.” Loni let out a whine, or at least his best approximation of one. It was kind of unfair, how much better Rath was at this than him.

“Oh, did you hear that? He wants a treat,” Rath gripped at the waistband of Loni’s jockstrap, hoisting him up and placing the dwarf in perfect view of the rear (ha ha) camera. “You’re going to get a really good view,” the orc continued, spreading his partner’s lets to give the recording a perfect view of Loni’s posterior, “But he’s all mine tonight.”

As Rath climbed on top of his partner, he planted a little kiss on the back of Loni’s neck. “You okay?” the orc whispered. It was a lot, especially for their first recorded scene.

“…_green” the dwarf whispered back, trying to avert his eyes. This close, Rath would definitely see him blushing, even with the mask.

The edges of the orc’s lip curved into a smirk. This wouldn’t exactly be payback, but it would be fun. Sliding his jockstrap off slowly, to give the best view imaginable, Rath lined his cock up with Loni quivering hole, “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this, Puppy. I’m going to enjoy owning you.”

Loni let out a little gasp as Rath’s massive orcish dick made its way through him. It moved slowly, deliberately teasing its way in. The dwarf took in a hiss of air as the orc filled him to the hilt.

“Oh, he feels so good,” Rath said, pinning the dwarf against the mattress with his body. “My puppy…”

Loni felt the orc’s powerful forearm wrap itself around his neck. Rath put his other hand on the back of the dwarf’s head, holding him firmly in place. “You’re all mine, and you’re never getting away, Puppy.”

As Rath thrusted, he began to tighten his grip around the dwarf’s neck. It was light at first, just testing the dwarf for resistance. Loni could still breath for now, but the pressure was building.

“Fffuuucckkkk…” the orc moaned, his thrusts picking up in intensity. “Don’t try to get away,” he growled, continuing to hold the pudgy dwarf in place. “You. Belong. To. ME.”

Rath’s grip stayed as Loni’s pounding continued. They were going to have so much great footage. Fuck, that orc knew how to hit all the right spots. “I’m so close, my Puppy…” Rath said, as he applied more pressure to Loni’s neck. The thick, ropey blast of semen invaded the dwarf’s hole, pumped in with an intense, possessive purpose. “You’re MINE, and nobody else will ever get to fill you like me…”

Suddenly, with a timid gasp, the dwarf slumped over. Now coming down from his orgasm, the orc released his grip. “Wait,” Rath thought to himself, “Did he just…”

“Loni? Are you okay?” the panic in Rath’s voice readily apparent, with no desire to stay in character. The orc climbed off his partner, and took the dwarf’s face in his hands.

“Ugh,” Loni groaned, lifting his head to glare into the orc’s eyes. “You messed it up!”

“B-but-” Rath blubbered, trying to compose himself while making sense of what just happened. “Are you hurt!? Was it too much?!”

“I’m doing fine; you’re not the only one whose good at acting,” Loni’s eyes gave his smirk away from under the mask, “But you messed up this take. I can’t have you saying my real name on camera. We’ll have to do it again, with no screw-ups this time!”

Looking down at his expended cock, the orc let out an awkward chuckle. This was going to be a loooong night…

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Day 15: Semi-Public Sex + Sex Pollen

====One Hour Before Midday====

“…No. You do not have ‘illithid’ powers. Stop trying to explode things with your mind.” Zoad was as discouraging as ever. Why did he have to be so level-headed and reasonable?

“But what if we’re like those adventurers from Baldur’s Gate?” Guth asked, waving his hands magically side to side, trying to detonate the rock again. Ever since their rescue at the hands of that mysterious wizard, the young orc had been convinced that this was the start of a wonderous adventure.

“Then we wouldn’t be too horny to think right,” as far as the eldest orc was concerned, this was a nightmare. The trio had been deposited in the grim wilderness of the Savage Frontier. Luckily, the summer months up north were still bearable in terms of temperature, at least until the harsh autumn thunderstorms rolled in.

It was fortunate that Throz had so much experience with wilderness survival. He’d just returned less than an hour ago with a makeshift spear and the carcass of a deer, an excellent source of food in their present situation.

Zoad continued to stoke the fire, hoping for the luxury of cooking the beast before eating it. But that was only a distraction for what was really on his mind: What were they going to do about those creepy cultists? And that incubus? He wasn’t likely to give up the orcs too easily…

“Take this,” Throz said, thrusting a crude garment made from the animal’s skin into Zoad’s hands, “I spotted a town to the northwest; we should go there for shelter tonight.”

====One Hour Before Sunset====

A sign on the outskirts greeted the trio with ‘COALTOWN’. The village looked like a Northmen settlement; but every man the orcs walked past gave them a strange look. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see orcs here occasionally, but perhaps their ‘rustic’ fashion made them stand out.

Each was wearing what might be charitably referred to as a loincloth, their sweaty bare chests exposed to the elements. At least their bodies had recovered from their encounter with the Grell, leaving neither bruise nor laceration upon their skin.

One notable feature of the town that gave Zoad pause was the suspicious lack of women and children. Perhaps that was to be expected in a mining town. But that didn’t matter right now: the trio needed to find a trader and get some real supplies.

Throz had been hard at work all afternoon (after dragging Guth away from his attempts at telekinesis), hunting and killing two more deer. As the brother’s hauled the carcasses into the town square, they paused for a moment to catch their breaths.

A human, dressed in chainmail with a sword at his belt stepped from the crowd. He was an older man, his dark black hair graying at the edges. It was rather long, for a human, and cascaded along his dark red cloak. He spoke in a stilted, gravelly voice, “Orcs. What is your intention here?”

“Friend,” Zoad said, trying to keep a level tone, “My brothers and I have been lost in the wilderness; we need supplies and, preferably, a place to stay for the night.”

The human expelled air from his nostrils, “Orc are forbidden to buy and sell at the trader, or stay in the tavern,” he said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, “and if you wish to stay until sunrise, you must sleep in the stables.”

Zoad’s eyes narrowed. He and his brothers were decent in a fight, granted they weren’t caught by some strange supernatural creature. But they weren’t in the business of starting unnecessary fights.

The orc waved his arm over his shoulder, “Very well,” he said, turning to his brothers, “Throz, Guth. Let’s go.”

Guth let out a disappointed groan.

====Twenty Minutes Later====

The stables were cramped, dirty, and smelly. Zoad, who had originally resigned himself to sleeping here, was having second thoughts. Throz, who was still considering taking his chances in the woods, was attempting to construct some kind of sleeping arrangement for the three of them.

Guth, on the other hand, was desperate to get a good drink. Fuck, it had been far too long since he had a chance to revel, cavort, party, celebrate, or make merry. Even if the human said the tavern was ‘off limits’ to them, he was going to get a drink.

Besides, it would give the young orc a chance to test out his illithid powers again. However, every rock, stump, ditch, puddle, and mound between him and the tavern was thoroughly unimpressed by his attempts at telekinesis.

Coming up to the tavern, Guth couldn’t help but wonder about how quiet it was. Creeping as silently as the bulky orc could manage, he tried to find a window or door to peek through. Everything about this village felt wrong.

Now, Guth was by no means an insightful orc, but he was perceptive, and the more he saw, heard, and smelled of this place, the worse he felt. Peering into the tavern, the orc was greeted by the sight of about a dozen men, standing at the bar, silently. No drinks were served, no music played, and every man looked bored out of his mind.

“How much longer do we have to do this?” one asked, rubbing at the collar of his shirt.

“As long as it takes for Inquisitor Vellus to collect the savages, now shut up!”

Uh oh. Guth felt it was about time for him to leave. Turning away from the open window, he immedialty stepped on a nearby twig.

“What was that?” “It’s the orcs, get them!”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Guth cried as he began sprinting towards the stables. Slipping in a suddenly conjured greasy puddle, he let out a final “FUCK!” to punctuate his fall.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” one of the humans said, his form melting into the visage of a tiefling. The cultists!

Guth had one final trick up his sleeve, since Throz didn’t trust him with the spear. “EXPLODE!” he cried, pointing at his assailants. He felt a rush of emotion course through his body, exiting out his fingertip.

====Meanwhile, In the Stables====

“You’ve sensed it too, right?” Zoad asked his brother, trying to lay down in the cleanest pile of hay he could find. Throz had just enough deer hide remaining to create a simple sleeping pile for the three of them.

“Yeah,” the younger orc replied, trying to keep his mind steady. He’d been so focused on his brothers’ survival, that he never considered that any village they found might be in league with that succubus. “Hey, Guth, we have to leave under the cover of night. Two hours after sunset.”

There was an anxious pause.

“FUCK, where did he get to?” Zoad roared in his best ‘dad voice’. He pounded his fists together, preparing to punch something, anything!

“Did you see him leave?” Throz tried to placate his older brother. While he always knew his eldest brother was the wisest, he could still allow his protectiveness to could his judgement.

“Gentlemen, I believe he may already be in the tavern.”

The orc brothers turned in unison. You could have heard a pin drop. The human from earlier stood at the entryway, flanked by two other human guard. His sword was drawn, and his long hair flowed in the breeze.

“But unfortunately, you will not be joining him tonight.” His jagged smile warped and shuddered, the illusion melting off his flesh like wax. Beneath was the pale, yellowed skin of a githyanki.

“I knew it,” Throz said, with the benefit of hindsight. The orc raised his spear to his assailants, gritting his teeth.

“No, you didn’t,” Zoad jabbed at his brother, cracking his knuckles and adjusting his stance. This was going to be a rough fight.

====Meanwhile, Outside In The Street====

Guth was… surprised. The tiefling didn’t literally explode. Although, the wave of psychic energy that emanated out from the orc certainly seemed to… affect him. It was like a haze descended onto the entire town. It was like the evening sunset took on a pale pink color, instead of its usual vibrant orange. The men who were chasing him stopped in their tracks, as though afraid to step too closely.

“Is this… the power?”

“Lord Xekk’us warned us…”

“No, he’s just an orc!” A bulky, bearded human stepped forward. He cracked a whip over his head before growling at the orc. His dark skin and coarse, curly hair gave Guth the impression that he was a Baldurian.

In response to the challenge Guth… well he just flailed his arms and yelled “EXPLODE!” again, but it looked less cool this time.

The human doubled over, the aura emanating from Guth expanded and spread across almost the entire village. Like a wave of cool seawater, it washed over every man, bathing them in an intense, lustful trance.

The human, now on his knees, was desperately trying to tear his shirt off. He wretched and gagged as the fabric shredded in his hands. He had coughed up some spittle into his beard, and his eyes looked teary and unfocused. He was suddenly sweating, and the young orc could see the unmistakable shape of an erection poking out from his pants. This could be a little fun.

The more the aura spread, the more desperate each of the assailants grew. The majority seemed to find relief in each other’s’ embrace, but Guth wanted to save the daring human for himself.

By now, Beardy had torn his trousers to shreds. “Woah, you’re going commando? Really?” the orc teased.

“Huh… Huh… Lord Xekk’us… Demands…” he gasped, trying to breath properly. Poor Beardy could barely put two words together. He looked too pitiful; Guth needed to lend him a helping hand.

“Wha-what are you doing, orc?” as Guth wrapped his calloused, meaty fingers around the human’s short cock. Ha! Humans were always so full of bluster and quick to challenge, but then they found themselves lacking in the end. It’s what you get, for creating all these weird creepy sex cults.

“Giving you what you want, cultist? A little dick like yours is going to need all the help it can get.” Guth realized he liked teasing humans, even though this was the first time he had ever had sex with one. Maybe that made him a bit of a bigot, but Gods it made him feel sexy too.

“N-no… the power of the… True… S… Gah!” Guth had already hoisted the pudgy human onto his lap, and began swiftly guiding his thick, orcish cock into the waiting hole. Beardy slid onto his dick in one solid motion, gravity pulling him down onto the orc’s larger penis.

“You talk too much,” the orc observed, thrusting into his quarry. By now, almost every other man he had seen on the walk into Coaltown was out in the street, equally enthralled or incapacitated by… whatever it was that Guth did. In a moment, the entire town seemed to be absorbed into this sudden impromptu orgy. The sweaty bodies of men were coiled in a wanton display.

Yet, Guth’s own little tryst was soon to be at an end. He didn’t have as much stamina as before, with his brothers. But then again, he had drained himself considerably with that display earlier. Now, he just wanted to empty his balls into the disobedient human who dared challenge him, Guth: Orc Stud of the Outlands!

…Yeah, he was going to have to work on a different title.

Beardy let out a prissy little whine as the orc filled his hole, his own cock limply spurting out a dribble of cum onto his own belly. Ha! He didn’t even have the energy to shoot properly.

“Hate to go so quickly, but I have to find my brothers. And get some supplies.”

====Meanwhile…. Again… Back In The Stables====

It was a surprisingly quick fight. It felt like ages, but probably lasted only about six seconds.

Throz acted first, throwing his spear expertly into the cult leader’s shoulder. Then, Zoad launched in with two quick jabs into his jaw, knocking him to the floor with a stunning strike.

In a flash, the light outside changed. It was like the warm tones of the sunset that greeted them were now transformed into a pale, pinkish mist.

Then, before they could even act, the two other humans who accompanied their master found themselves writhing on the floor. The orc brothers looked at each other in confusion, as if to say “I didn’t hit those ones, did I?”

Suddenly, they ripped the clothes of their backs, their flushed, sweat bodies trying desperately to grip each other. What were they doing?

“What… what are you doing?” the cult githyanki coughed, “W-what trickery… is this… huh?” The gith’s eyes glazed over, and his body quivered like jelly.

Zoad turned to his brother, and silently nodded his head. They needed to find Guth.

The street outside was equally… unusual. Men of all types, humans, githyanki, tieflings, were out in the streets. Throz seemed particularly interested in their… chosen activities. Zoad was just focused on finding his brother.

Guth was standing outside the town’s trader, attempting to force his way past a pair of tieflings who were… copulating in the doorway. The barbarous orc seemed to only have just been able to push past the first tiefling, before finding himself entangled with the second one.

“Guth!” his brothers practically tackled him, hugging him with all the irritation and overprotectiveness that older brothers could muster. The trader’s doorway was… very croweded at this point.

“What did you do?!”

“How did you do this!?”

Guth, now sandwiched between two tieflings and his two brothers, finally took a moment to stop and think, “Um, I don’t know… and I don’t know… But maybe I can show you next time.”

By now, the two tieflings had climaxed enough, reducing their already shaky legs to jelly. They lay on the floor awkwardly, drained of their energy. “Well,” Zoad said, practically tearing himself from his brothers’ embrace, “It was wise of you to search for supplies; we won’t be safe here in town. They’ll send reinforcements.”

“Yeah,” Guth said, sad to feel his brothers’ warmth leaving his as Zoad let go too, “Let’s get some supplies and bounce.”

The trio stepped awkwardly over the semi-conscious tieflings into the store, and were met with a situationally perplexing sight: A humanoid figure, standing behind the counter, as though completely unaffected by Guth’s aura.

Throz readied his spear, as Guth pointed his exploding finger menacingly at the person behind the counter.

“There is no need for that, orcs,” she said, pulling her hood down, revealing her pale green skin and reptilian features. She was one of the Gith who rescued them from the incubus’s castle!

“What are- Who are-” for the first time all day, Zoad was actually at a loss for words.

“I am Innana, and do not fear. I am not like the Githyanki you have encountered here, in the cult. I am a Githzerai, one who works against the machinations of Lord Xekk’us.”

Guth stepped forward, addressing the Githzerai, “But, how did you resist my explosion power earlier?” Zoad and Throz looked at Guth with confusion, before looking to each other to silently question if they heard that question correctly.

“Your illithid powers? The incubus, Xekk’us made sure his modifications to the tadpoles would only affect men. He apparently considered women to be ‘inferior subjects’. But I am glad to have found you in time. This village was infiltrated by the cult, and while they have not converted every resident, they controlled enough of the guards to pose a threat to us,” she said, rapidly producing a scroll from one of the shelves in the back of the traders, “We must leave now.”

Zoad and Throz quickly grabbed everything valuable they could get their hands on, while Innana began drawing the runes from her scroll. “This scroll was left to me by the wizards of my monastery, it will be safe for us to use.”

“Why are you helping us again?” Throz questioned, finally impatient for answers.

“Once we have escaped, I can explain all, but please, you must trust me,” she pleaded, clutching the scroll in her hands.

By this point, the color of the air was beginning to return to normal. Gone was the pinkish hue that had permeated their entire world. The fog had lifted, and the sounds of moaning were replaced with groans of regret.

“Stick close to me,” Innana commanded, gripping Zoad’s hand. Zoad, in turn, grabbed Throz, who then grabbed Guth. “Once we are on the other side, we have to rendezvous with my sister and-” her voice was cut off by a flash of light, as suddenly the strange quartet vanished in a heartbeat.