Drums Of War ~ Bonds Of Peace
By Waddie
Greywolf
The Deflowering of Saint Roland The Less Than Fair But Nice
Enough
"Where is my new slave I was promised by that Human scumbag,
Olefin?" The great Ork King Klugg bellowed to his second in
charge.
"King Olefin's son is in your chambers lying on the Carpathian
carpeted ritual-virgin deflowering-dock, your Royal Highness. He
is ready and waiting for you, Sire. May I be so bold to remind
you, he has not yet reached his full growth potential and
certainly is not the fairest young Knight in the land. There has
been rumors he may not be a true son of the King, but only from
the most unreliable of sources. At twenty-one yarens of our moon's
yearly passage, he is still small and rather unremarkable looking
as humans go. He is the youngest of King Olefin's seven sons and
sits at the lean end of his family's table with his three sisters
and his mother, the Queen.
"His arms have neither grown their proper length nor are they
strong enough to reach across the royal table to fight for the
food he needs to sustain his intake properly. While he's
considered an adult, old enough to fornicate and ejaculate, he has
not yet developed the massively large body for which his sire and
sons are so noteworthy. Young Roland is definitely his father's
son, but he is lacking his final growth spurt to make him hardy
enough to fully accommodate you, Sire. Being a virgin and
attempting to take an Ork warrior as large as yourself will
definitely present a challenge for him. It will be difficult and
unusually hard on him. Due to political agreements with his
family's representatives, you might want to wait and postpone his
deflowering until enough time has passed for him to grow and
gather meat and muscle-mass to clothe his skinny bones," Boito
Durg, the Tribal Mage said.
"Nonsense! If he's old enough to be a bargaining tool for his
family's survival, he's ready! Is he clean?" Klugg asked.
"He has been fully groomed, Master Klugg. We would never allow a
pleasure slave in your quarters before he was properly prepared --
for fucking or baked into a nice pie with a light crust for which
you have expressed such a passion," Boito replied drolly.
"Are you sure he's a virgin? Klugg asked, "You know how hard it is
to find real olive oil these days," he added metaphorically.
"He passed our litmus test, and due to his inordinate homeliness,
I would stake my life on it, Sire," Boito replied.
"A lack of masculine pulchritude has nothing to do with sexual
performance. Why you're living proof, Number Two. Attitude -- a
stable mental stamina; fortitude -- active and ample testosterone,
strong masculine pheromones -- a heavy appreciation for leather
over silk brocades; presentation -- personal hygiene, if any; a
keen sense of purpose -- a positive attitude, and enthusiasm with a
dash of optimistic humor are most important. Careful with
your opinions, Boito, it would bring me great sadness and
considerable discomfort to look upon your ugly face after your
severed head has been mounted on a pole before the city gates for
having lied to your Monarch," Klugg said and smiled.
"Have you been watching those terrible Game Of Thrones ancient
re-runs again, Master Klugg?" Boito asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, how'd ju' guess?" Klugg asked like a bad child and grinned
real big.
"The memory of the Lannister family notwithstanding, and with your
threat in mind to warm my heart, Sire, I would still make the bet.
Young Roland has never been deflowered, your Majesty," Boito said
with strong confidence and a hint of sarcasm.
"Let us pray to some unknown god you're right," Klugg growled and
grinned at his second, "Have you given him the Ork elixir with the
mental calming and muscle relaxing herbs?" he asked.
"He drank a full flagon, Sire. Not the flagon with the dragon, but
the brew which is true. He said little but used the Ork words
'mm-mm-good' to express his liking, Sire, and wiped his mouth like
a peasant on the sleeve of his handsome cavalier shirt," Boito
replied. "More than one 'mm' might be taken to indicate the young
prince's enthusiasm," he added.
"Did you tell him the liquid base was my captured urine?" Klugg
asked, raised a pierced eyebrow, and sneered.
"No, Sire. I decided to leave it up to you if you wish to share it
with the young human. His family keeps Ork slaves, and he was
educated by his own Ork tutor. I'm sure he's well aware an Ork's
body waste is not only consumable by other mammals, a regular diet
may become addictive to humans. Meaning no disrespect, but I would
be willing to make a lesser wager than my life, the young human
who is known as Roland, even though he is not fully developed and
not what one might call a 'looker,' might just prove to be a
challenge for you, Sire," Boito said boldly.
Boito's boldness and honesty was one of the reasons Klugg made the
big, ugly Ork his second in command. While Boito was frightful to
look upon, even for a fellow Ork, he was honest as the day is long
and as sincere in his ways as any faithful warrior should be. He
proved his faithfulness and his enduring personal strengths to his
great Lord many times.
"If you lose our bet, you will surrender your clean, beefy ass to
your master every night for a week for his use. I will be the
judge of the young humans reaction. Oh, yes, but if you're
correct, you get to butt-fuck your master for one evening or he
will suck you off; your choice," Klugg said firmly.
"Change it to a butt-fucking one night, a blow-job the next, and
you have a bet, Master," the ugly Ork said boldly without
hesitation.
The great King of the Orks, Lord Klugg bellowed with laughter.
"The wager is on, Number Two!" he growled and laughed again.
* * * * * * *
Klugg entered the chamber with the clamor of his body armor, and
the fearsome stomping sound his huge boots made, proceeded him. He
saw the young man lying face down on the deep-blue ritual
deflowering-dock naked as a Baby Jay. The mighty Ork King was
impressed by the size of the boy. For a human his age he was much
larger than his Number One led him to believe talking about how
young his new slave was and how the boy might have problems with
the size of Klugg's enormous cock. To the large beast, all humans
were ugly, foul smelling, myth worshiping, son's of bitches, and
he didn't adjust his opinion one way or the other when he got a
good look at his new slave.
Roland didn't sit up, but he could see the size of the Ork monster
as he came into the room. Klugg stood for a minute for him to get
a good look at the young man, put his hands on his hips, leaned
forward in a menacing pose, and spoke, "You may have your choice,
Slave. As long as you remember your place, you may interact with
me, and I will allow you my consideration; or, you may lay there
like a chamber whore, I will take you like one, and if you
survive, dismiss you when I am finished," Klugg bellowed.
The young Prince didn't hesitate, but moved to the edge of the
deflowering-dock to sit up. He took a good look at the mature Ork
monster standing before him. Klugg was, without a doubt, the
biggest monster Roland ever laid eyes on, but there was something
equally fascinating about him which set off every bell and whistle
in Roland's young human body. By human standards, Klugg wasn't
pretty by any stretch of the imagination, but he was handsome
enough in the hardest, animalistic masculine way possible. The
immensely proportioned giant Ork dripped of raw male-animal sex.
He was the biggest, most masculine, fearsomely fantastic male Ork
Roland ever saw. On the other hand, even by Ork standards, Klugg
was one of the most physically attractive male Ork Warriors Roland
ever encountered. He was massively built like a mighty bulwark on
legs.
Orks of any kind were a fascination for the young human since he
was a boy, and he learned the many different shapes and sizes of
their order. He suspected his new master might possibly be a
partial Human-ork hybrid. Roland reasoned, the great Ork warrior
must be pretty awesome to be raised to the position of King of his
realm. He was light skinned with a slightly reddish-brown tint
which made his huge muscles seem to pop out all over his ritually
tattooed body. The great Lord Klugg struck a chord deep within
Roland's gonads like the monster grabbed them in one of his
enormous hands and squeezed them so hard Roland couldn't get his
breath. The huge Ork standing before him was the epitome of an
hyper-masculine Ork super-warrior the boy created in his dreams
who came to him, night after night, not only to demand his love
and devotion, but also avowed to protect him from the craziness of
his power-drunk family.
Roland's family made the powerful families in Game of Thrones look
like spoiled children in a sandbox who needed a good spanking and
an afternoon nap. Roland's family were ruthless, coldblooded, and
cunning. Roland's asshole began twitching uncontrollably; not from
fear, but the anticipation of fulfilling a dream he conjured since
he was a young boy going through puberty. Roland could only think
how wonderful it might be to have the big Ork's penis inside him
and how very much he wanted to have Klugg's baby.
"May I approach your highness for the purpose of assisting him to
remove his armor and garments?" he asked with a sincere but
untroubled voice.
"Are you not afraid of me, Young Human?" Klugg growled menacingly.
"No, Sire. If I'm not mistaken, you gave me a choice to interact
with you as long as I remember my place and manners. Should I be
afraid of you, Master Klugg?" Roland asked without nuance or
insolence.
"Do you not find Orks ugly and disgusting -- mean, ferocious,
fearsome, blood-lusting creatures?" Klugg asked in a
confrontational tone.
"No, Sire. Not in the least. I can recognize a fine Ork warrior
when I see one. I grew up among Ork slaves who were good to me and
taught me many things my brothers and family would neither
understand nor approve. I kept their confidence and secrets to
myself. I never shared them with my family. I would never betray
my Ork brothers. Because of my shifting loyalties and growing
doubts about my family and their purposes, I slowly grew apart
from the brothers of my linage. Some say I hear the beat of a
different drummer, and they are right. I heard the drums of Ork
Warriors calling to me. My Ork mentor was not nearly as handsome
as you, but over time, I adjusted to his appearance and grew to
love him deeply. When I left and told him 'goodbye', I shed bitter
tears because I understood I probably would never see him again.
While leaving my family behind was only somewhat moderately
disquieting, leaving my beloved mentor and companion was a major
trauma for me, Sire.
Roland continued, "He is a Silver-Toothed Soothsayer of your race
and possesses many wonderful arcane abilities. In his younger days
he trained young Ork warriors for battle. He told me of your
coming and prepared me for this day. Now I'm here as a gift to you
to become your slave. Do not think I was a great sacrifice to my
family, with the possible exception of my mother, and my youngest
siblings. I volunteered to become your slave. The larger portion
of my family is relieved. It's become a win-win situation for
them. They trumped-up a falsehood and spread rumors the king isn't
my real dad, which they claimed the suspicion alone was reason
enough to disown, dismiss me from their presence, and keep me from
receiving my portion of the family fortune upon my father's
demise.
"Their major fear was not from my political position but the
station of my birth. I am the seventh son of a seventh son. Men
born under such a rare situation have always become great leaders
and changed the world to become a better place through
intelligence and special gifts. Being born a slight but precocious
child, I played my first Coach-horn concerto at the young age of
ten years. In exchange for a royal prince, whom my family already
considers as 'damaged-goods,' they have your solid bond and
assurance of peace and open trade between nations. By accepting
one of their family as a slave unto your court, they think they
have also rid themselves of the Black Sheep of their family and
have relieved themselves of an ancient family curse of the
seventh-seventh son.
"I have no need to fear you as I have come on my own volition. I
hope to continue my Ork education under the tutelage of your
strong dominant charge. I'm ready to serve you, Master. Helping
abate your legendary sexual appetite notwithstanding, and your
Majesty's good grace, I'm sure you will find a challenging yet
purposeful position in which to tap my talents for your use,
protection, and comfort," Roland said.
"What we're about to do will not be pleasant for you, Young Human.
It may be a learning experience, if you're wise enough to accept
it as such, but it will not be fun and games. Even though you have
a larger bone development and more meat than most, deflowering one
so young is looked upon by many as barbaric and mean-spirited. I
look upon it as an opportunity and a test for character building.
Are you not afraid?" Klugg asked looking for a chink in the young
human's armor.
"Excited. Apprehensive, perhaps, but I have no fear. To be honest,
I suffered some anxiety when you first came into the room. Your
majesty is an uncommonly handsome, exceedingly masculine beast.
Never, since I was in the presence of the great Garrosh Hellscream
have I seen a more handsome Ork beast. Only his mighty
predecessor, Thrall, might compare with your masculine beauty. My
heart leaped to my throat at the thought I might be fortunate
enough to serve you in any capacity, but your offer for me to
participate in my deflowering, rather than pass me off to one of
your underlings, told me you are no monster.
"I may be young, but I'm mature enough to understand, a good
deflowering by his one and only master is a necessary thing to
impress upon a slave the absolute power his new owner has over
him. If done properly, there is no better way to bind a slave with
his master, and I have no doubt you know what you're doing. It
will set the base on which my master and his humble slave may
build a platform for understanding each other. I will neither look
upon what we do here this evening as a debasement nor a form of
punishment. I will look upon it as a necessary ritual to initiate
me into your world and become a tool for you to decide a rank for
me to fill no matter how lowly it may be to begin.
"I come to you as your humble slave, your Majesty, and I
gratefully accept you as my master. I fully understand you will
take what you need from me as is any master's due, and I will
gladly provide you what portion you require; however, as long as
I'm alive and have breath, you will never take my soul from me.
You may win it if you so desire. That option is always open to
you, but you will never have it without my consent. Such a minor
point may not be important to you as long as I prove to be a
faithful, devoted, and a useful slave; nevertheless, a good
deflowering will be a fine start for me to build upon to win your
confidence and understanding, Sire," Roland said.
"You speak with the wisdom of a Silver-Tongued Sylphic-Demon,
Slave. Let's hope you're as good a fuck as your tongue spits out
flowery words. Talk is cheap. Actions speaks louder than words. I
will show you no mercy because of your smaller size or your youth.
You have come to me as a mature human, and I will treat you as
such. Tears, protestations, or begging for mercy will not steer me
from my goal of taking your virginity and giving you a royal
deflowering. I don't think I need to tell you, as your new master,
it is my right. I will take what I need from my new slave. I
promise, you will remember it the rest of your life. It might be
the most terrible experience you are ever forced to suffer
through, or it could become the most important. It's up to you.
Your only saving grace is, if you take my offer to participate
seriously, even unto the end of our intercourse together. It is
difficult for an Ork to be mean or cruel to any animal trying to
do its best to work for him. Show me an effort to please me, and
it will buy you my patience and a modicum of consideration. It's
as simple as that; but, enough talk! We are only postponing the
inevitable! Come! Approach your master, pay homage to my boots,
and you will act as my temporary page to undress me," Klugg said
gruffly.
Roland did as he was told and proceeded to assist his master with
removing his heavy armor. He worked swiftly and efficiently. The
young man never gave Klugg the impression he was trying to stall
for time. On the contrary, he seemed more interested in seeing
what his master was hiding under the bulky armor and heavy skins
he was wearing. Rather than throw them aside, Roland found places
for each article and neatly arranged them in the order they were
removed to more readily assist his master should he be ask to
attend him when he dressed again. The more layers of armor and
clothing Roland removed, the stronger Klugg's masculine male Ork
scent became, and it noticeably began to effect the young human's
sexual response.
Roland's good size penis betrayed his greater interest in his
master until he became rock-hard and stood at salute to slap his
muscular young stomach when he move about too quickly. He saw
Klugg noticed his erection and watched the giant Ork grin. Roland
didn't respond but focused his attention on the job at hand. Klugg
admitted to himself there could be a slim possibility his number
two Ork might win the bet between them after all. He never
experienced such a willing new slave do his bidding so readily.
Most were scared to death and did nothing but cry and scream from
pain while he deflowered them. Even in the Ork language,
deflowering was a softer synonym for rape.
The more a slave screamed and hollered, the harder Klugg fucked
them and the more viciously he took their virginity away from
them. When he was finally through, having filled them with half a
quart or more of Ork gizz, they were reduced to a pile of
whimpering slave flesh barely able to function; certainly not able
to think clearly. Klugg would make them sit on a cold brass
chamber pot and remain there until their bowels flushed out his
deposit. When Klugg was satisfied they drained the contents of
their lower colon into the pot, he would ordered them to drink it.
Several made the mistake of refusing.
Without further conversation, before they knew what was happening,
Klugg immediately beheaded them with his razor sharp ax, strung
them up by their heals, and allowed their bodies to drain into a
large pot. Their blood would be saved for making a fine Ork
blood-wine. He would then send for his kitchen staff. They would
clean the area, carry the body away, and the dead slave would be
on the menu for the next week or so until there was nothing left
but his bones. His bones would be allowed to dry in the hot summer
sun, ground to a fine power, and spread on the crops as bone meal.
Nothing was wasted.
Not one slave, before Roland, showed any interest in trying to
participate or cooperate with the great Lord Klugg. While Roland
was certainly an unusual slave, the young human's attitude was new
and refreshing for the big Ork. Still, he didn't dare give the boy
hope. There was a long road to travel before the young slave and
his master reached a destination together or the young human
became food for Klugg's pantry.
Roland had yet to see his master's awesome cock. Klugg was almost
certain it would break his young slave. They came down to the
carefully wrapped loin cloth which was ritually wrapped to protect
Klugg's thighs, penis, and testicles. Roland was so awestruck and
impressed by Klugg's massively muscular, ritually tattooed body,
he almost forgot his situation for a moment, and what he was
doing. He wanted to fall on his knees before the huge Ork and
worship at his feet, but he persisted with his task of undressing
his master.
Klugg didn't have to tell the young human what to do or how to do
it. When it came time to remove his loincloth, he simply raised
his huge beefy hands and laid them on top of his head to move his
arms out of the young human's way. Roland correctly read it as an
invitation for Klugg's slave to remove his cloth. The young human
didn't hesitate and found the final tuck in the intricate winding
and slowly began to move around him unwinding the cloth and
folding it neatly as he worked around his master's waist. Roland
paid particular attention how it unfolded in case he might be
lucky and live long enough to help his master dress.
When Roland carefully unwrapped the last of his master's loin
cloth, he almost gasped at the sight of Klugg's enormous, uncut
penis, and his low hanging balls. Klugg's penis was close to a
human's in shape but his testicles rested in a great leather-like
sack. The great Ork's pubic area was void of hair. He reminded
Roland of a great bull his father owned who roamed the hills
around their castle tending and bringing comfort to his herd of
cows; however, Roland didn't let Klugg's size intimidate him. He
admitted to himself it would be a challenge to take his master but
such a handsome cock should not only be worshiped, but like a fine
musical instrument, it should also be used to it's fullest and
experienced at its best.
If he could somehow manage to take Klugg, offer him comfort, and
please the long-leggedy beastie, he knew his future would be set
as his Silver-Toothed-Soothsayer promised. Roland quickly folded
the loincloth neatly and took it to add to the growing pile of
Klugg's clothing on the large table. Before he set the folded
cloth down, he raised it to his head and buried his face in it.
Roland took one long, deep breath and breathed in the masculine
Ork essence of his master's crotch. He sat it down like it was the
sacred Shroud of Turin, and when he returned to his master, his
cock was standing at full salute in anticipation.
Klugg was watching carefully and a big smile spread across his
face as as the young man returned to stand before his master.
Klugg was sitting on a bench with his legs apart. He pointed to
his boots and Roland was on his knees in an instant. He carefully
kissed each huge boot before he unbound it, removed it, and set it
aside. After he removed his master's heavy boots and set them
under the table holding Klugg's other clothing, he returned and
fell to his knees before his master.
"May I have permission to pay homage to the most handsome cock I
have ever seen on any creature, Master Klugg. Perhaps, if I show
it your slave's honest admiration, it will be good enough to share
its love with me, and if it finds me worthy, will trust me to
spill its seed inside my body, Sire," Roland said sincerely.
"Pretty words, but meaningless for the moment. I assure you,
Slave, it cares little about love. If it could think, it would be
more about lust and the need for release with no time or
consideration for romance," the naked monster said. The boy
aroused Krugg's curiosity, "What prompted you to act so boldly
with such confidence, Son?" he asked. Roland's new master slipped
and used one word which let the young prince know he was making an
impression. The great Lord Klugg addressed him as his 'Son.'
"I don't know if you're aware of the magic or the significance
behind mystical placements in the universe, but being the seventh
son of a seventh son has blessed me with certain talents other
Humans and Orks don't possess. Along with the station of my birth,
there is great expectation of mystical powers the likes of which
are said to be exceptional and powerful. A seventh son of a
seventh son doesn't come along very often in history, but when it
happens the world of humans is thrown open for a change of power.
It seems like I've been training my entire life for this moment,
but I'm almost sure part of my boldness is coming from the ground
herbs mixed with a flagon of your urine your number two warrior
bid me drink to ease any anxiety I might have," Roland replied and
smiled, "It was very much to my liking, Sire. It had its desired
effect. I thought about asking for another, but I didn't want to
appear presumptuous or greedy; however, right now, the animal
inside me is shouting for me to ignore everything I've learned.
Forget it all! Training be damned! It's telling me, if I'm
allowed, I must befriend the handsome one-eyed monster before me,
gently expose its head, make sweet love to it, and humbly invite
him into my body.
"He should not be shy to make himself comfortable, and if I please
him, I hope I might convince him to consider my body his second
home where he might empty his burden, find relief, and rest for a
while. If one must become a slave, he should have the boldness of
heart to recognize the best and right master for him when he comes
along. Please, Master, give me a chance to become your devoted
slave. I'm willing to trade my life to assure your safety and
comfort, Sire," Roland said.
"As you can see, your words have caught my warrior's attention,
and he awakens hungry with a strong desire for some young
human-butt. He is in need, Slave. You have my permission to pay
homage to my Ork penis which is about to take your virginity,"
Klugg said. "Am I right to assume you are a virgin to either sex,
Slave?" Klugg asked.
"May my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth and my right hand
forget its cunning, I swear on the name of some unknown god, Sire,
I am a virgin! The door to my second mouth has never been opened
by any man, Ork, or beast, Master Klugg," Roland replied. Roland
leaned over and and kissed each of his master's large testicle in
their leathery sacks. He took his master's enormous cock in his
right hand and brought it to his lips. He began to kiss and lick
it with his tongue. It started to grow, and the head slowly came
peeking out from beneath its ample sheath to see who was arousing
him from his sleep. Roland was breathing in the wonderful
masculine essence only a mature Ork can produce, and it made his
own cock grow strong.
He licked and kissed the head of his master's cock until it was
almost fully unsheathed. With only a small tug with his hand,
Roland skinned the rest back and began to lick around the
perimeter at the base of the large head on the giant Ork's
magnificent penis. He encountered fresh, sweet but salty, bits of
Ork head cheese which he quickly sucked into his mouth to let the
full flavor of his master's cock burst onto his palate. He was
resolved and became quite certain, he was born for this moment in
time to serve the great warrior Ork sitting before him.
Klugg gave the young human time to drink in his essence, but he
was getting horny and needed relief. He was fully ready and
solidly erect from Roland's attention to his now enormous cock.
The time had come to take his new slave's virginity. He ordered
Roland up onto the deflowering-dock to lie on his stomach. He
started to reach for some towels and some extra lubricant. Roland
saw what he was about to do and interrupted him. "Please, your
majesty, may I have the honor of lubricating your fine cock for
you. A master should not bother himself with such trivial things.
You are here to fuck your slave and enjoy your property. Your
slave's job is to take care of his master," Roland pleaded.
"You're right, Slave. Let's see how well you perform small tasks,
but be quick about it. My cock is hungry for your butt and quakes
at the sight," Klugg growled.
Roland quickly slathered his master's huge Ork cock with a firm
grease, wiped his hands on a towel when he finished and lay down
on the deflowering dock on his stomach. Klugg hovered over the
young human and positioned his huge cock at Roland's rosebud. He
slowly began to rock back and forth with his cock spreading and
penetrating at the same time. The human was tight but soon
Roland's sphincter muscle began to relax until with one powerful
lunge, Klugg popped the head of his huge cock into his slave's
ass. That was usually when the screaming and yelling began. He
expected the gates of chaos might cry out to sound an alarm, but
not with Roland. He drank the whole flagon.
Klugg couldn't believe what was happening. Instead of trying to
get off Klugg's formidable Ork cock, he felt the young human push
back hard, take a deep breath, and then push back once again
taking as much or more than the giant might have given him at that
point. Roland raised up on his elbows and then his hands. Klugg
helped steady him, put his huge muscled right arm around the young
human's waist, and pulled him up and back against his massive
chest. The giant Ork threw his other arm around him to lock his
huge arms around the boy's front. Roland continued to fuck his own
ass with Klugg's cock and each time he would take a bit more.
It was difficult for Roland, but Klugg broke with his bad-ass
routine and whispered his encouragement in his slave's ear like he
might be a fine, young, but inexperience young warrior in his
first battle, "You're doing fine, Slave. You're taking your master
like a seasoned warrior should. Keep it up, Slave, and you just
may live to see your dreams come true. You're halfway there. Soon
you can rejoice and feel good about yourself, you will have
pleased your new master by taking the whole of him inside you,"
Klugg said and licked Roland with his rough, cat-like tongue from
his his shoulder, slowly moving up his neck and behind his ear.
The great Ork felt shivers run up and down the boy's spine. He
heard Roland give out a deep sigh and felt his ass muscle
completely dilate. The young human slowly took the rest of the
giant Ork into his body until he could feel his master's rough
ball sack wedged tightly into the crack of his ass. He reached
down with his small hand and pulled up the great beast's ball sack
under his own and locked his legs together like a train coupled to
another car following the engine.
Klugg was somewhat stunned. He never expected Roland's first time
to go so smoothly. He didn't move for sometime to let the boy
become accustom to the feeling of being filled with Klugg's huge
penis inside him. Roland raised about halfway off his master's
cock and then slowly slid down his shaft again to the bottom, this
time bouncing a couple of times to make sure Klugg was completely
coupled with him. He grabbed one of Kluggs heavily scared hands,
pulled it up to his face, and gently kissed his battle scars. The
young man's simple gesture moved something deep inside the great
Ork, and he bussed a gentle kiss behind the slave's ear. Roland
gave out a soft sigh of contentment. He accomplished his goal and
was humbly, but justifiably, proud of himself.
"Thank you, Master Klugg, for allowing me to be so bold. From this
point, I will leave my deflowering to you, Sire," Roland
whispered.
"You have done well, Slave, but don't get overly confident. We
have work to do, Son. We must get you fucked. You will not be
totally deflowered until your master has dumped his Ork load into
your ass. Now I will lay us down so your master can begin his
rut," Klugg growled as he released Roland from his arms. The young
human moved forward and down, and Klugg lay on top of him. Klugg
began to fuck his slave with small, even, gentle strokes to open
him further and relax him even more. Klugg thought if the kid was
strong enough to take him on his first time out and make it good
for his master, he could afford to cut the young human some slack.
Roland began to make groaning sounds and every now and then he
would completely relax and let out a deep sigh like he was a happy
soul, surfing on high tide at Wahini Bay. Klugg began to take
larger, longer strokes but he noticed the boy began to raise his
hips and push back with his small ass to meet his every thrust.
Klugg was impressed. The young man didn't lie to him. He asked
Klugg to give him a chance, and he was doing his best to succeed
in impressing his master.
After fucking his slave for a while, Klugg decided he wanted more.
He felt he could do him and his slave more good if he was on top
in the missionary position. Klugg referred to it as
'taking-a-female' position and his slave's ass would became the
giant Ork's human boy-cunt. He pulled completely out of Roland's
butt and with a single massive arm flipped him over on his back.
"Lock your legs around my waist, Slave, and I will take you again,
but this time I will fuck you like a female of our species. Your
ass will become my male slave-cunt to fuck," he growled.
By that time, Roland could care less about how his master looked
upon their fuck or how we wanted to label it. It was the very
least of his worries. The young man's mind was singly focused on
pleasing his master. He would have done anything for the big
long-leggedy beastie and not because he knew he had to as Klugg's
slave. He did it because he genuinely wanted to please the great
Ork. As they took their positions and Klugg held the huge head of
his massive throbbing cock tight against his slave's sphincter
muscle he looked deep into Roland's eyes, "Is your slave-cunt
ready for your master, Boy?" Klugg growled.
"I am clean. I'm ready, Sire. Sink your big, wonderful Ork cock
into my slave-cunt and make it your home! Mount me, Majesty!"
Roland exclaimed.
The slave felt his ass muscle rudely pushed apart by his master's
huge Ork cock, and it felt like a giant missile of mass
destruction was swiftly lowered into the depths of his colon. The
human slave never felt anything so wonderful in his young life and
pushed his ass up as hard as he could to meet and press against
the base of his master's cock. They remained suspended firmly
locked together in midair for a few moments like a well-rehearsed
circus act until Klugg began his ride.
After the first several minutes of some righteous butt-fucking
from his master, Roland decided he cheated the odds. He relaxed
and let himself go to enjoy the ecstasy of the moment until he
remembered his place and began to work his ass in response to his
master's strokes. Roland watched the expression on his master's
face and began to read him like a school primer. He could tell
when he made a good move which pleased his master and when one
didn't work as well. Roland learned quickly, and as he was briefed
by his spirit-guide, the Silver-Toothed Soothsayer, he must not
lie back and be passive. He must become a good slave and Sexual
Warrior for his master so he might provide him with the best his
young human virgin ass had to offer. Slowly, Roland learned to put
his butt up to anticipate every stroke his master made.
Time after time he worked with Klugg until he saw a smile of
satisfied ecstasy come across his master's ruggedly masculine face
to be followed by a quick sigh of relief like he just discover one
of the woodlands gnome's buried pot of gold. Roland knew Klugg was
pleased with his performance and was enjoying fucking his new
slave to the max. Klugg stopped while he was fully implanted up
Roland's ass and looked down at his young human slave. He took his
hand and pushed the hair from his slave's face and made a mental
note to himself: he would have his slave's body hair completely
removed for his break-in period. He saw a questioning look in
Roland's eyes.
"What is it, Slave?" he growled.
"Your sexual power almost overcame me a couple of times, but I
fought back by concentrating on clamping down harder on your cock
with my ass muscle. What if I can't control myself, Master, and I
ejaculate while you're fucking me? Will you be angry with me,
Sire?" Roland asked.
"Do your best to control the impulse until your master gives you
permission. You will not be punished if you can't control yourself
during your break-in period; however, you will be carefully
taught, and it will be drilled into your psyche, you must never
ejaculate until your master or another master he has loaned you to
gets his first, then only if he gives you permission. There will
be times I won't allow you to come while I'm fucking you. It will
strengthen your resolve, respect, and sense of duty for your
master. Your master must come first in all things. On the other
hand, if you disobey your master, you will be severely punished.
"How do you avoid the unpleasantness of your master's wrath,
punishment, and still allow you master room to be magnanimous with
his slave? You learn absolute control of your body. I am your
master, and I will control every facet of your life; from your
coming and going to your diet, exercise, when you may relieve
yourself, education, fighting drills, and rest periods. You will
have no life of your own but that which your master chooses for
you. Your only purpose in life is to obey and please your master
to become the best slave for him you possibly can. From your
performance this evening, I can tell you will become a joy for me
to break to my will as well as a formidable challenge. For now, do
your best and if you can manage to hold out until you have
satisfied your master, I promise you a treat," Klugg explained.
Roland didn't asked for a further explanation. He knew his master
was an Ork of his word. "Now, if you have no more questions, relax
as best you can, and let's get you fucked!" Klugg added firmly and
growled as he took another deep stroke into his slave's ass.
Roland got a big smile on his face thinking about the things his
master told him. Control every aspect of his life? Break him to
his yoke? His only purpose would be to live for his master and
please him? He could live with those goals, and the comfortable
knowledge he now belonged to the biggest, strongest, most
fearsome, masculine, handsome Ork he ever encountered. He could
see himself rise in his master's rank and someday become Klugg's
power behind the throne.
Once again Roland worked with his master and used his last bit of
strength to keep his ass muscle as tight for him as he could until
he had nothing left. He lost complete control of his sphincter
muscle from Klugg's insistent pounding of his slave's ass. The
forbidden gates of Heaven were no longer on their hinges and
hanging ajar. Roland could only lay back and continue serving his
ass up to his giant Ork's huge cock. After one massive period of
deep-dick'n Orc-cock fucking, with two large leather ball sacks
spanking his butt cheeks like clappers in a bell tower, he felt
Klugg building to climax.
Somehow Roland found enough reserve strength and worked his ass on
his master's cock until he heard him scream at the top of his
voice which would make a band of Banshee's blush. It sounded like
a scream from the depths of Hell. Roland felt his master filling
his gut with his hot Ork gizz as he shot several times completely
draining his big balls and emptying his abundant heavily ladened
Ork testicles deep within his handsome young human slave's ass.
Klugg paused and let out another Hellacious scream, then pump
another load into Roland until he repeated the same action half a
dozen times. After Klugg shot his final load he collapsed on top
of his slave pinning him beneath his great weight with his cock
still deep and firmly implanted inside his slave's butt.
"There is no other master as mighty as my master! He is master of
all," Roland whispered softly in perfect Ork.
"And there is no slave so fine as he who puts his master first in
all things," Klugg growled back in his deep booming voice in the
Ork language. Roland understood every word. "There will be times
when you will be rewarded for good conduct or something you do
which particularly pleases your master," Klugg said in Roland's
tongue. He grabbed Roland around his waist held him tightly to his
huge body and rolled them over so Klugg was on his back with his
cock still up Roland's ass.
"When I let you go, sit up on your knees, and sit all the way down
on your master's cock. Your ass is filled with my gizz -- it should
work as extra lubricant, but I don't want you losing a drop," he
ordered his slave. Klugg released Roland, and his slave did as he
was instructed. The young slave got another big smile on his face
as he took all of his master inside him again. Klugg felt so damn
good inside his ass, Roland never wanted to get off this master's
wonderful ride. Like any kid who finishes a thrill ride, he wanted
to go again.
"You are to ride your master's cock until you feel yourself
building up to climax, then like an Ork on the back of a fine race
horse, you will ride for the finish line and let yourself go;
however, you must not use your hands to manipulate yourself. You
can use them for balance but never to touch your cock. As my slave
you will rarely touch your own cock; not even to clean it. It will
be done for you by your master himself or his appointed groom. If
you ejaculate riding your master's cock you win your prize, but if
you should take too long, you run the risk of bringing me to
climax again and once I shoot for the second time, you must
graciously forfeit your chance to ejaculate," Klugg explained.
"I will do as my master wishes, Sire, and thank you for the good
fucking, Master Klugg," Roland said trying not to sound too
sentimental or flowery. Roland started to ride his master's cock,
but it was awkward for him at first. Eventually he discovered if
he could lean forward a bit and rested on his knuckles he could
ride his master's huge cock like a jockey in a steeple race. He
quickly learned he could use his buttocks as an anchor weight and
counterbalanced his ass with his upper body using his knees and
arms as pivot points. The young human began to fuck his butt on
his master enormous cock with some skill and the surprising
promise of a natural sexual athlete at an ever increasing speed.
"Now and then, when Roland got a really good rhythm going, his
master would raise his hips to meet him so his slave could slam
his ass down even harder on his master's surrogate saddle. Roland
was a quick study learning to ride Klugg's massive cock. The young
human was getting better by the minute riding his master's rod of
iron. Just as Klugg was feeling himself about to build to a climax
and knew his slave had it in the bag, the huge orc warrior raised
his hips and arched his back to once more shoot his own gizz deep
inside his slave. Klugg shot over a quart and a half of delicious
Ork-warrior gizz every time he ejaculated. Roland could feel the
creamy liquid filling him and the extra lubrication made every
stroke like a well oiled piston steam engine as he continued to
take his master with ease. He didn't slow his ride until he was
sure he drained his master, then he poured on the last of his
possible strength to slap some leather and ride for the finish
line. He was using his Master's cock to propel himself over the
finish line and began to shoot his pent up load six feet into the
air to land on his master's huge pectoral muscles and didn't slow
down until he drained every drop of his sperm.
Exhausted, Roland sat back on his master's cock feeling drained
but somewhat smug he not only rode his master to climax for the
second time, he won his own prise. His master never said anything
about coming together. Roland hoped his accomplishment counted for
something.
Klugg pulled him to his body and threw his arms around Roland to
turn them over again so Klugg was lying on top of his slave with
his cock still firmly planted up Roland's butt. "Not bad, Slave!
Not bad at all, Son! Be proud of yourself! You earned two of your
master's loads up your ass and timed shooting your own nut
perfectly -- slipping right under the wire. No other slave has ever
claimed that accomplishment. For a slave, it is considered a great
honor to have his master fill him with his seed. A slave's only
reward should be to know he has pleased his master and brought him
comfort. You're well on your way to becoming an apprentice Ork
Warrior's groom. Now clean your Slave gizz from your master's body
and gather your spirit to rest in his arms for a while," Klugg
ordered and smiled.
Roland returned his smile but wondered if it might be possible. He
didn't want to know, because if it wasn't true he wouldn't be
disappointed. After Roland sucked, licked, and swallowed his own
ejaculate from his master's huge body, Klugg took him into his
massive arms and rolled them over together so he was once again on
top, and Roland lay beneath his huge body. They lay hooked
together on the deflowering-dock for a good while with Klugg
soaking his cock in his new slave's ass. Roland didn't dare move
or say a word. He figured his master would tell him when he was
finished with him, he would withdraw, they would get up, he would
clean his master, and they would part. Perhaps his master was
testing his patience.
Roland lay beneath the giant Ork gently stroking him and rubbing
his huge back and shoulder muscles like he was trying to pet and
tame a great beast. Roland watched it grow dark in the great hall
except for some small night lights around the room which came on
automatically. Then he heard Klugg's breathing change from shallow
to deep, and he began to snore. His master fell asleep with his
cock still tightly docked up his slave's ass. Roland didn't panic,
get upset, or thrash about to wake his master. He considered it a
good omen his master felt so comfortable with his new slave he
fell asleep in his arms with his cock up his butt. Roland never
felt so loved or appreciated in his young life, and he felt more
relaxed and unafraid than he experienced in a long time.
Sound asleep, Klugg threw his right arm up over the top of the
deflowering dock and his armpit came to rest on Roland's nose. The
slave took a deep breath and breathed in the strong masculine
essence of his Ork master. He found it interesting, Orks don't
grow hair in their armpits. Roland's cock came to life once more,
as he began to clean the giant Ork's armpit with his tongue until
there was none of his wonderful masculine smell and flavors left
for him to enjoy. Klugg moved again, but this time his huge right
tit was right in front of Roland's face.
Roland flicked out his tongue. He was getting thirsty, but he was
still wide awake. He gently licked the great Ork's teat and was
surprised to feel a couple of drops of fluid squirt into his
mouth. It wasn't just good, it was delicious. He wrapped his lips
around the great Ork's teat and began to suck. Soon his mouth was
almost overflowing with the sweetest milk he could imagine. Roland
laughed to himself. His mentor and Sooth-sayer carefully explained
an Ork's body waste, both solid and liquid, could be ingested by
humans and several other mammals with no harm. Some even claimed
it possessed magical healing properties for humans, and in
Roland's case, his Silver-Toothed Soothsayer assured him, it would
greatly enhance his powers as a budding wizard.
Unknown to the boy, in his own home, his trusted slaves were
slipping him Ork waste to supplement his limited intake from his
family's table and to encourage his powers to develop more
quickly. A human could survive on it for long periods of time.
Some of the noble class secretly developed a taste for it and
began to think of it as a delicacy to be shared only with those
who were enlightened. So when the peasants claimed with disgust
the noble ruling class was full of shit, they were right.
Roland was more concerned with Klugg's tit milk for the moment. He
reasoned it would be natural for the female of the Ork species to
produce milk, but he never considered the male Ork might also
produce milk. It certainly came as a welcome surprise, but the
more he thought about it, it made perfect sense. With both male
and female capable of producing milk, it would better insure the
continuation of the species if the female died shortly after
giving birth. He began to imagine Orks as a one-stop market.
After he drained Klugg's right teat Roland slowly maneuvered
himself into position before Klugg's other tit and drained it dry
as well. After satisfying his thirst, Roland noticed his master's
left armpit wasn't too far away and he spent an hour cleaning it.
When he finished his last labor of love for his new master, the
great Ork's milk made Roland drowsy and he drifted off into the
most comfortable, deeply restful sleep he hadn't experienced in
several years of emotional turmoil coping with the bitter
infighting of his family. He was coming to believe, it was as much
a win-win situation for him as he imagined his family felt about
ridding themselves of him. He was glad to be rid of the lot of
them, except for his next oldest brother, Hermond and his little
sister Gwendolyn. At least, as long as Roland pleased his master
and could remain in his good graces, he felt safe being Klugg's
slave.
Roland didn't awaken until he felt something big rooting around in
his gut. He awoke to feel Klugg slowly fucking him again. His
giant master felt every bit as good as he did the evening before.
The huge Ork's enormous cock felt like it belonged inside his
body. Roland began to wonder if his asshole was made for the
purpose of serving the great Ork monarch. He figured it was just
as well he might consider it as such -- he imagined he would spend
countless hours entertaining the beast and his huge cock. The
giant Ork felt his slave began to work with him and Roland saw a
genuine smile relaxed comfort cross his ruggedly handsome face.
Klugg didn't say anything but continued to fuck his slave. Roland
was rested and his ass responded well. He met every thrust of his
Ork master's cock, and it didn't take Klugg long to empty his
massive quantity of seed into his slave's ass again.
When he finished, Klugg finally withdrew his cock. After Roland
slept the night with his master's cock soaking deep inside him, he
felt like a part of his own body was remove from him when Klugg
withdrew. It was the first of many nights they would sleep hooked
together and every time his master withdrew Roland suffered
post-partum depression for a while. They lay together for a while
longer with Klugg holding his new slave in his arms. The big Ork
patted him a couple of time and told Roland he was proud of him.
Klugg told him he had a long way to go, but assured his slave, he
showed promise.
While they were quietly talking, Roland had to void his ass. Klugg
didn't have any problem with his predicament, he rather expected
it after he off-loaded several quarts of his gizz into Roland's
lower colon. The great Ork pointed to a small brass pot in the
corner, told Roland to sit on it, and empty himself. Klugg
explained, there was no such thing as privacy between a master and
his slave and for him not to feel shy. The quicker Roland got used
to the idea, the better groom and chamber slave he would become
for his master. They continued their conversation as Roland
emptied himself into the chamber pot.
When he was finished, Klugg handed him one of the towels they used
earlier to wipe himself, "What shall I do with it, your Majesty?"
Roland ask holding the pot in his hand.
"Drink it, Son! Never waste your master's bounty. It will be your
breakfast. If it's green, it's clean, and safe for humans. Waste
not, want not. Part of it is my piss I released inside you after I
shot my load up your ass to clean you out for the morning. This is
your last test. You have shown great promise for a new slave,
don't make the mistake of challenging me about this," Klugg said
firmly, "The last slave who deigned to drink my body fluids was
dead within seconds of refusing his master's bounty. We feasted on
his body for several days. He was delicious," Klugg growled.
Roland immediately thought of the situation as just another
hurdle, one of many he would probably have to complete before he
would be fully accepted. He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't
a big deal, and drank the green liquid. It wasn't as bad as he
thought it might be. After all, it was only his master's fluids.
As a matter of fact, it tasted pretty damn good, and he popped
another boner from the thought of ingesting his master's come the
second time. Klugg's new slave responded correctly without
argument, and his master was pleased.
* * * * * * *
Later in the morning Klugg talked with his Number Two warrior who
also acted as his affairs manager and overlord of the King's
household. Kugg told him what he wanted for Roland's diet and
daily exercise routines. He talked about Roland like he wasn't in
the room -- like he was a prize stallion new to his stable he
wanted to be assigned a paddock and gave instruction to see to his
care. Even though Roland managed to get through his deflowering
initiation successfully, it became obvious to the young prince he
was now nothing more than another piece of his master's property
with no perks. From his own master's words he understood 'perks'
were to be earned. He was certainly nothing extraordinary, but at
least he was being given a chance. He remembered the words his Ork
teacher said to him, the longest journey starts with the first
step.
Roland was pleasantly surprised there was some comfort in the
thought of being insignificant and of little importance. He got
what he asked for: a chance to prove himself. He must have
succeeded the first hurdle because he was still alive and his
master was talking about his long term care. To be treated as an
object of some importance no matter how small or trivial, instead
of being set on a meaningless pedestal as a royal sacred-cow, was
actually refreshing for him. At the very least, he thought he just
might have his foot in the door.
Klugg went on and on about what he wanted for his new pet slave.
Roland was to have a normal Ork breakfast. His lunch would be his
master's gathered liquid and solid waste, as much as his slave
could comfortably consume. Unknown to Roland at the time, it was
considered a great honor for an Ork of Klugg's rank to offer his
body's waste to anyone, especially a human. Chemically, it
contained more healthy organic properties than the average human
slave could get anywhere else; exotic activated enzymes, powerful
muscle building proteins, and rapid growth male hormones; which,
over a short period of time, if consumed regularly, would
completely change a human to become almost as large and fearsome
as his master. It was also known to excite and greatly extend a
human male's mental and physical abilities, but it played havoc on
Roland's sexual libido. He was always horny, and his cock never
stayed soft for very long.
It was difficult to deal with, but it kept him alive. Klugg
thought his new slave should put on more weight sharing his waste
with him and he wanted his staff to make sure Roland consumed
enough and got the right exercise to start filling out in all the
right places. He would be fed his supper with the rest of the
slaves, except when he might be invited to share his master's
table. Then Roland would eat what his master ate. He also would
act as his master's food taster to make sure his food wasn't
poisoned.
"His mornings will be spent with the other young Ork apprentice
warriors, and you will instruct them to treat him as one of them.
While they are training to become Ork warriors, they have taken an
oath and allegiance to accept me as their unquestioned sovereign.
They will treat my slave with the same respect they have for their
brothers. There will be no prejudice nor will the human be shown
any preferential treatment because he is of royal human blood.
Here, in my realm and castle, he is just another apprentice
warrior who happens to hold the lowly rank of being my Chamber
Slave. It is no secret among warriors, a Chieftain's Chamber Slave
or Groom takes care of his Lord and Master's every need. They may
befriend him, but they will neither mock nor deride him for his
lowly position. Some might argue being the Chamber Slave and Groom
for their king, no matter the implications, is a higher rank than
theirs.
"Tell them if they have any problems to get over them immediately.
The first one to imply anything untoward to Roland's position as
my Chamber-slave will find themselves changing places with him,
and they just might neither have the stamina nor the fortitude of
this young human. It is very unlikely they would survive," Klugg
growled, "Because of their superior development and intensive
training skills, they will not be allowed to gang up on him nor
make unseemly comments about him behind his back. It will be up to
their training captain to see they behave themselves, and he will
report back to you, Brother Boito, about their progress.
"They will not take advantage of my slave because Roland is
smaller in statue with less physical powers than they possess.
Neither will they be allowed to gang-bang him in the showers. They
are to be reminded, in their present positions as apprentice
warriors, they are as much my slaves as he is, and Roland will be
treated with respect as my personal Groom and Chamber Slave.
Absolutely no one fucks my slave but the King himself. Any Orc who
even attempts it will be considered a thief and his head will
adorn a spike at the city gates. You might also remind them, they
should never gamble loosing their head over a little piece of
slave tail.
"And you, Slave? How much did your mentor teach you about the
arcane arts?" Klugg growled a question to his new groom.
"My beloved mentor told me before I departed, he taught me as much
as he knows, your Majesty," Roland replied.
"Do you have the power to conjure spells and foretell the future?"
Klugg asked.
"I do, Sire, to a limited degree, but my mentor told me with more
experience and practice, I will grow stronger as I begin to
mature," Roland replied.
"Then, what the Hell are you doing as a slave in my court? You
could have used your magic to escape your retched family and
avoided the unpleasantness I demanded of you last evening?" Klugg
asked in a roar.
"I'm truly sorry if it was unpleasant for you, Sire. I found the
experience much to my liking, stimulating, relaxing, and a great
relief from what I imagined it might be," Roland said and stopped
for a minute as if he was deeply hurt.
Klugg's Number Two doubled over with laughter at the young human's
response. Klugg shot Boito a dirty look, then grinned.
Roland continued, "I'm not a certified 'Mage', your Majesty, but I
hope to be soon. I'm a long way from becoming a Warlock or a
Wizard, Sire. If I live long enough and learn as much as is
required to become such, I hope I might one day become a
Silver-Toothed Soothsayer. As I explained to you last night, I
volunteered to come here and become your slave to get away from my
retched family. I need to serve you, Master Klugg. I must learn
what your race has to teach me. I don't think you realize how
valuable I consider you and your people to be. You hold the
strength and power to protect me from my family until I mature and
become of greater use to you. It is my hope, as my talents grow,
you will come to need me, and I can repay you handsomely if you
allow me to remain in your court as your slave, Sire. Our coming
together wasn't an accident, your Highness. It was written in the
stars many years before either of us were but twinkles in our
great grandfather's eye," Roland replied.
"What do you require to become a recognized 'Mage'?" Klugg asked.
"He would need a recognized, fully certified and qualified Mage or
someone of a higher degree to test him," Boito replied for Roland.
"Well, there you have it, Slave! My number two is a well known Ork
Wizard of great renown. For this next week, you are to report to
him in his chambers in the afternoon after your warrior training
classes. You will learn more and be tested by him. I will expect a
report from you, Number Two, after you have put him through his
paces or whatever it is you men of magic do," Klugg said.
"Are you forgetting our bet, your Majesty? Did our new slave
perform satisfactorily for you last night, Sire?" Boito asked and
grinned wickedly.
"He's alive isn't he?" Klugg asked and grinned.
"From your good humor this morning, and the arrangements for his
future you have ordered, may I assume he performed quite willingly
and adequately?" Boito asked and grinned.
"He was adequate for his first time, but he has much to learn to
become useful to me. He humbly asked me to grant him a boon and
give him a chance. I decided to give him a trial period of one
month as my chamber slave and groom. I will decide at the end of
the month if he will be allowed to continue in his new position.
Other than being a half-way decent fuck, there's something about
him which fascinates me. It's like he's an old soul in a young
body. Oh, yes, and I concede, you won our bet, Old Friend, so
anytime you would like to collect, please give me notice, and I
will arrange my schedule accordingly so I might arrive at your
apartment ready for you," Klugg said and grinned at his old
friend. Boito nodded his agreement and smiled. Klugg continued,
"And before I forget, my new slave is to be completely denuded of
any hair on his body except for his eye lashes before the sun sets
this evening," he ordered.
"We should have taken care of it before his deflowering, but due
to unforeseen circumstances we didn't get around to it; however,
today it will be done," Boito assured his Master.
"He is to be kept hairless until I decide if and when he may grow
hair at all or the traditional Ork single circle of hair which I
will indicate placement with an ink pen. While you're at it, have
my armor slaves and leather-craft personnel create a chastity
harness for him with a lockable cage for his penis so he can't
play with himself without permission. An apprentice warrior-slave
has no time to think about sex until it is required of him by his
master. We will start his slave training immediately, and when you
have groomed him for this evening, before you bring him to me,
plug his ass so I won't have to waste time opening his gate,"
Klugg ordered.
"Anything else you desire, your Majesty?" Boito asked smugly.
Klugg's old friend couldn't remember a morning in a while when his
master was in such a good mood.
"Yes, have several of our best, most trusted, human-warriors
assume a more human look than copying their Ork brothers. Have
them cut off their top-knots if they have one and allow their hair
to grow in like humans do. They will act as spies to travel to
Roland's town to learn about how the Orks who live in the
community and work in the castle are treated. We will have them
make a trip disguised as vagabond minstrels and peddlers. Can any
of them sing or play an instrument?" Klugg asked.
"Yes, several can sing and play quite well, your Highness. It
should be no problem," Boito replied.
"Good, take care of those things for me, and I will be a pleased
monarch," Klugg said and smiled at his old friend.
"Your wish is my command, your Majesty," Boito said, "I'll be
looking forward to collecting our wager, Sire. Would Friday
evening be convenient?" the older Ork asked and grinned.
"I will be at your door an hour after supper," Klugg replied,
raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "Aside from the fact you robbed me
blind, you Old Buzzard, it's been way too long since your King as
spent the evening in the comfort of your capable arms, Old
Friend," he added.
"While your kind words are greatly appreciated, your Majesty, when
you cross the threshold to my humble abode, I will be in charge
and take what is mine to claim, Sire," Boito said firmly and bowed
to his master.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Even a king needs a good
fucking from time to time to keep his head screwed on tight, and
there's no other warrior I would consider submitting to," Klugg
replied and smiled. "While you may be uglier than nine unholy
sins, you're a demonic angel in my bed and are the only Ork I can
count on to provide me with a glimpse of heaven," the king added.
"That's good to know, your Majesty. However this time I hope to
provide you with more than a mere glimpse. I plan a four hour
guided tour of some of the more arcane, rarely seen parts of
heaven especially reserved for regents," Boito said and smiled,
"In the mean time, why are your pectoral muscles so much larger
this morning, your Highness?" Boito asked.
"I don't know, but they're beginning to become uncomfortable,"
Klugg said and turned to look at himself in one of the floor to
ceiling mirrors in the great hall, "My God someone's tripped my
paternal switch! Roland!" he shouted at the top of his voice.
Roland was standing with his new Ork Warrior brothers, turned, ran
to his Master, and hit his knees several feet before the huge
monster and slid the rest of the way like a runner stealing second
base. "At your service, your Majesty," Roland said.
Klugg had his tight fists resting on his huge hips like he was
pissed, "Did you suck my tits last night?" he bellow his question
in an angry tone.
"Yes, Sire. I was locked beneath you and couldn't move. I didn't
dare wake you from your peaceful sleep. My body was moisture
depleted from our exercise, and I was thirsty. I saw a bead of
milk on your tit and licked it off. The more I licked the faster
it began to flow until I rapped my lips around it and drank my
fill. I emptied the one. I was still thirsty and emptied the
other. It was so good and it made be sleep peacefully beneath you
all night -- massive green farts and all. I thought it was Manna
from Heaven falling from our Desert of Sin, and it was your
invitation for me to drink my fill. Did I do something wrong, my
Lord?" Roland asked almost shaking with fear.
The whole room of Orks broke up laughing. Klugg looked around the
room and then a big grin crossed his fiercely handsome face. "No,
you didn't do anything wrong -- consciously. I believe your
explanation. You were trying your best to do a good job, and I
assure you, you did well. I shouldn't have let myself drift off to
sleep and finished up with you as a good master should. It was my
fault. In a way, it was a complement to you. I was so drained, I
haven't felt that relaxed in a long time; unfortunately, for me,
you managed trip my paternal switch to the 'on' position and my
tits will now need to be milked regularly every evening for
several months," Klugg said with forced disgust in his voice.
"I'm so sorry, Master, but as your slave, I stand ready to correct
my wrong," Roland brightened, "It would be an honor and a
privilege to drain the milk from your breasts every evening until
we convince your breast your surrogate-bairn can make it on his
own, Sire," the young man said enthusiastically.
"And how long would you estimate that to be, Slave?" Klugg asked
with a smile.
"Hopefully, if there's an Ork God to answer my prayers, a minimum
of six months, your Majesty," Roland said enthusiastically and
returned his master's smile.
"Let's try for three, Son," Klugg said and laughed.
"As you wish, Sire," Roland said and smiled.
"Does this have something to do with your station as a Seventh
Son?" Klugg asked Roland.
"It has everything to do with his station!" Boito answered for the
boy.
* * * * * * *
Roland found a new home and began to grow and change. Aside from
the unusual diet provided by his beloved monarch, drinking Klugg's
milk night after night contributed to major changes in the young
Slave's body and his physical appearance. Roland was right. It
took damn-near six months to convince his King's breasts they
could begin to shut-down their milk making machine, but by that
time neither man nor beast wanted to give up their strong bond.
Roland and Klugg grew closer until their evenings together almost
became a holy ritual for them. Their mutual respect and love for
each other grew to form a great bond between the great Ork Master
and his devoted Slave.
Drums of War ~ Bonds of Peace
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