Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2015 21:52:53 +0000
From: rd 0011223 <rd0011223@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave to the Orc

Slave to the Orc

*Discalimer Ð This is a work of fiction. A huge thank you to BankStreet,
who helped me edit this story. Any feedback is much appreciated at
rd0011223@hotmail.com

	Matt felt his body slam against cold stone as he was thrown into
the dimly lit jail cell. The door slammed shut behind him as groggily as he
picked himself up off the floor. Rubbing his throbbing head, Matt surveyed
his surroundings: a dank cell with a tall ceiling, a tiny window high on
the wall, and just enough space for him to lie down either way. The cell
seemed to be almost entirely built of old weathered stone. The door was a
smooth iron slab, with no handle to grab from the inside. It had a very
small window at its center, with iron bars, through which Matt peered.

	Even though he had just been thrown into the cell, Matt was
surprised that no one seemed to be standing guard. The window gave him a
short view of a non- descript hallway that looked like it held other
similar cells. Only now could Matt make out the generally eroded state of
the building. While the walls and roof still stood intact; it seemed as if
years of neglect had slowly worn it down. It must have been abandoned for
quite some time in order for the disuse to become apparent, but why were
people in it now? A group of brigands most likely using it as their base,
Matt supposed.

      Giving the door one last frustrated shake, Matt turned himself to the
opposite side of the room, looking at the cell window. It let in what
seemed to be a pale evening light, illuminating the otherwise dark room.
Similar to the door, this window was covered in iron bars, which though
they were rusty with age, still held firm. As the window was more than six
feet above the stone floor of his cell, Matt had to hoist himself up, using
the bars, to be able to see what was on the other side, only to find that a
large overgrown crop of grass blocked his view.

      As Matt sat down in frustration, he wondered, how had this happened
to him?

	He had been travelling along the seldom-used old quarry road from
Dunscar to Millgrove. The lack of travelers on the road had made him
careless, and he had let his guard down. The last thing he could remember
before being hauled off was a sharp pain in his head, no doubt by being
smacked by something. When he had regained consciousness, he was being
slung over someone's shoulder and dumped into the cell.

	Not knowing who his captors were certainly put Matt at a
disadvantage, and his surroundings offered little clues. Though he hadn't
seen the faces of his abductors yet, Matt took comfort in the fact that he
was still breathing. Most common rouges would simply have cut his throat
then made away with his purse.  Naturally they had taken that, as Matt went
over what he still had on him and finding nothing useful. His bags and belt
knife had been taken from him, and all he had left in his pockets were a
few crumbs from the bread he had eaten in the morning.

	How long had he been out, Matt wondered. It hadn't been long past
his noon meal when his memory stopped. The fading light outside and the
grumbling of his stomach told him it must be at least early evening. He
must have been out for several hours at the least. He had been hoping to
make it to a small settlement by sundown, but who knows how far he had been
taken and in which direction. If he even did manage to escape, there seemed
little he could do without also finding some kind of map.

	Before he could ponder too much about an escape that already seemed
difficult, Matt heard footsteps in the distance. Listening carefully Matt
heard what sounded like two heavyset men coming down the hall toward the
cell. A key rattled in the old iron door before it creaked open, the sound
of metal on stone ringing out as the door crashed into the wall. Matt let
out a whimper when he saw who his captors were.

	Two Orcs, standing side by side stepped through into the cell,
eyeing Matt eagerly. At an imposing seven feet tall with muscular frames,
they were built for strength. Both had the tell-tale green skin and tusks
growing from their lower jaws.  Pointed ears and broad noses made their
faces much more imposing, not that they needed to be any more terrifying
then they were. Both Orcs were clothed in what seemed to be traditional
battle vestments, covering their midriff, crotch and feet but leaving
everything else exposed. Matt noticed numerous battle scars and
crisscrossed jet-black tattoos that entwined their chests.

	Having both of the Orcs inside the cell made Matt fell
tiny. Standing at a measly five-and-a half-feet next to these giants, Matt
nervously ran his hands through his coarse short brown hair. He had always
been told he could smooth talk his way out of anything, but his confidence
fell away in the presence of the Orcs.

	"So this is the one you've found, eh, Vergu?" the bald one boomed,
his nostrils flaring as he eyed Matt up and down. With his arms firmly
crossed over his chest he seemed to be considering Matt as nothing more
than a piece of meat, which only terrified him more.

	"Indeed he is, Frukag, he seemed like what Guag wanted," replied
the top- knot haired Orc. Given his reply, it wasn't hard to figure out
that he was the one who had found Matt, and the large club attached to his
belt only further confirmed it.  Unlike the other Orc, Vergu had apparently
already made up his mind about Matt and was instead looking around
impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

	"Very well, let's not keep Guag waiting then," said Frukag as he
began to move further into the cell. Matt didn't realize that he had been
backing up until he felt the far cell wall behind him. Before he could open
his mouth the Orc easily lifted Matt over his shoulder, like a sack of
flour. Panicking, Matt began to thrash about; it did little good, though,
as the Orc just laughed at him and his futile struggle. Matt was being
carried over the Orc's shoulder with his face buried into its back,
inhaling a deep musky scent of sweat.

      Matt's head raced with ideas for what was going to happen. He knew
that Orcs had a reputation for eating just about anything, but surely food
wasn't so scarce at this time of year. Why bother keeping him alive so
long, just to boil him alive in some pot? Just thinking about such dreadful
things made Matt shudder.

	Traveling down several hallways Matt was able to make out what the
building was: an old abandoned keep. Likely some minor lord held the lands
around it but abandoned the place when the kingdom's borders shifted. Now
it was housing something much less savory, as Matt could easily tell by the
various weapons and makeshift beds he was seeing throughout it. Despite all
the signs of its being recently inhabited, Matt couldn't make out the signs
of any other Orcs, which only deepened his sense of dread. Wherever they
were, Matt was sure that was where they were headed now.

	Finally they entered what appeared to be some kind of throne
room. Though the building was dilapidated with age, Matt could easily tell
it was anything but abandoned now. A multitude of tables, each filled with
rough looking male Orcs, lined both sides of the room. Food and drink
cluttered the tabletop as the Orcs went about eating, drinking, and talking
amongst themselves. A few Orcs noticed their arrival, though, and turned to
look at them, snickering at Matt.

	Though still held awkwardly, Matt turned his head and was able to
make out who they seemed to be approaching. Sitting laid back on what had
once been a respectable throne was an especially barbaric looking Orc. Even
without the regal seating, Matt could still clearly see him as an Orc
chieftain. Heavily built with muscle, his green skin seemed to stretch to
contain it all. His strong-looking arms and legs sprawled back over the
throne. He leaned forward at their arrival in front of him, focusing
intently on Matt.

      Taking advantage of the small respite, Matt warily took another look
at the chieftain. His face was strong and handsome; his shaved bald head
gleamed in the torchlight. An elaborate piece of wrought iron armor covered
his stomach, while it left his upper chest exposed, he seemed anything but
vulnerable. His manly breasts were firmly defined, with his nipples hard
and erect. Like the other Orcs, he was heavily scarred, no doubt from years
of battle. Covering part of upper chest was a black tribal tattoo in an
intricate pattern. His arms bulged with muscle as he raised his hand to
bring silence to the room around him.

	The chieftain grinned as he leaned forward, saying in a loud voice,
"Well Frukag it seems you've brought me a lively looking one."

	"Our gift to you my lord" said Frukag, obediently lowering himself
to one knee easily, despite still holding Matt over his shoulder.

	"You have done well, now relax and enjoy the festivities," Guag
proclaimed.  Matt was set onto the ground gently as Frukag withdrew to a
table filled with Orcs raising their rough goblets and cheering to him.

	Turning his attention back to the chieftain, Matt saw Guag
rise. Like the other Orcs, he was a more-than-imposing seven feet tall,
though his very presence seemed to make him seem even larger. On powerful
legs, he easily strode towards where Matt had been placed. Though he had no
restraints on him Matt felt as if his legs were made of stone; it took all
of his concentration simply to not keel over in front of this beast of an
Orc. Despite being nineteen years, old Matt couldn't help but feel like a
child in front of the chieftain.

	Warily glancing about, Matt desperately searched for some way
out. Though the entrance he had come in wasn't guarded, dozens of Orcs
stood throughout the chamber. All were heavily armed and probably had very
little trouble making full use of their weapons. It was not hard for Matt
to imagine being cut down if he made any sudden movements.

	Still focusing on how to escape, Matt failed to notice that Guag
was still moving towards him. Before he could react, Guag had lifted him
into the air with one hand by the scruff of his neck. Matt felt Guag's eyes
all over his body, but before he could make any sound, Guag had drawn a
knife from its sheath. Calling it a knife was like calling a bear a mouse,
however; it was much more a sword. Slowly, Guag brought the knife towards
Matt. Terrified more than he had ever been in his nineteen years, Matt
could feel his pulse race faster every second.

	Instead of being cut to ribbons, though, Matt felt his clothes
being shredded off him. His thick leather shoes were sliced and fell off
his feet and then his trousers were shredded and fell to the floor. Feeling
the center of his shirt being sliced cleanly from his trembling body, Matt
tumbled down out of Guag's grasp. Only in his small clothes now Matt reeled
as he saw Guag's hand come towards him. In one swift motion, those
remaining garments were torn from him as well.

	With all his clothes in a pile beneath him, Matt looked around the
room for any kind of hint as to what was going to happen next. Looking at
all the Orcs at the tables, it was clear that all focus was on him. Their
once loud carousing had given way to hushed whispers amongst themselves as
he made out that some were taking bets, but wagers on what, Matt
pondered. Finally his eyes settled on Guag's crotch and watching Guag's
armor at his groin fall to the floor, revealing a bulging leather
loincloth. Panic set in as Matt finally pieced together what was about to
happen to him.

	Guag began removing the rest of his armor, each piece clattering to
the floor, echoing throughout the room. Finally only the loincloth
remained, and Guag began to approach Matt once more. Cowering on his ass
but frantically trying to cover his own private parts, Matt began to crawl
backwards away from the approaching Orc, unable to fully comprehend what
was going to happen to him. Having quickly closed the distance between
them, Guag grabbed Matt and held him tightly in a firm grip.  Looking up at
Guag Matt was terrified to see him smiling tauntingly at him.

      "Let's see how far you fly, little boy," Guag said to Matt as he
heaved him upwards and threw him a couple of dozen feet down the length of
the chamber.

      Hitting his back on the ground with an all too familiar thud, Matt
felt the wind driven out of him. Looking up at the ceiling as he forced air
into his lungs, Matt could hear Guag approaching him. Before he could move
away, though, he felt Guag's knee pin him to the ground. Crouching over
Matt now, Guag began to undo his loincloth. With it falling away, Matt
screamed as he saw Guag's cock. Standing fully erect at nine thick inches,
Guag's monster of a cock was heavily veined and rock hard. A dark green,
like the rest of Guag's body, his foreskin peeled back revealing the thick
head, much like a mushroom. Like his chest, Guag's cock had an intricate
tribal tattoo down its length, making it seem even more imposing.  Guag's
dick had a deep, musky smell that flowed over Matt as he tried to control
his breathing with the beastly cock only inches from his face. Terrified,
Matt thrashed against his captor, desperately struggling to get free.

      "I suppose I could give him a chance!" Guag shouted to the Orcs
around him.  They laughed and cheered as Guag rose off of Matt, seemingly
letting him go. Matt scrambled up on to his bare feet as he lunged for the
exit. "I love it when they try to run!" Guag boomed behind him. Not turning
around Matt ran with all the strength he had towards the exit. Only a few
feet from freedom, though, Matt felt a great weight pile onto him, dragging
him down like a rock. Hitting the ground painfully hard, Matt felt Guag
pinning him to the floor.

	The Orcs at the tables began thumping their mugs and weapons in
unison shouting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Terrified Matt struggled against the
weight pinning him down. Lying naked face down on the cold stone and
utterly helpless, Matt began to sob silently to himself.

	"Please sir," Matt begged Guag, "Please let me go! I'll do anything
you want!"
	"But this is exactly what I want," Guag laughed as he plunged one
of his fingers into Matt's exposed hole. Matt cried out in shock as he felt
the finger move in and out of his tender ass, stretching his hole. Finally
after a few more hard probes, Matt felt Guag pulling his finger out. Still
pinning him to the ground, Guag grabbed his thick dick and proceeded to
smear the tip of his cock over Matt's hole, lubing it with his copious
precum. Removing his cock, he probed Matt's hole once again with two
fingers pressed together. Before Matt had time to get used to the larger
invasion in his ass, Guag had followed up with three fingers. Matt felt his
hole stretch further, as Guag gained even deeper access to it. After a few
minutes of prodding, Matt felt Guag withdraw his fingers, leaving him
feeling empty inside, though he knew that feeling wouldn't last long.

      Giving Matt's ass a sharp slap Guag moved closer to him sliding his
cock between Matt's two cheeks, like a massive slab of meat between two
small buns.  Guag's cock further lubed Matt's ass, as the Orc chieftain
slid back and forth slowly.  Matt felt Guag's strong hands grabbing at his
chest as he felt himself being pulled towards Guag. His ass and legs still
firmly pinned to the ground, Matt felt his back arch as Guag continued to
slide his massive green cock between his captive's ass cheeks, as he firmly
squeezed and kneaded Matt's chest with his immense hands.

	Just then Matt felt it -- a pressure against his hole. New-found
terror coursing through him, Matt bucked his hips in a desperate bid to
free himself. The harder he resisted however, the more pressure he felt
against his ass.

	"Please don't do this to me!" Mat screamed as he began to feel his
hole giving way to Guag's cock.

	"I'm not letting you get away from me, boy! Now feel the sting of
my cock!"  Guag coldly said, not to Matt, but rather to the room around
him, as he mounted Matt with his beast. The assemblage of Orcs cheered
lustily, and some were openly fondling themselves at the declaration.

	Matt howled as he felt the tip of Guag's mighty cock slip into his
ass. Deeper in it sank, each inch delivering a cutting pain. Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity to Matt, he felt Guag's balls hitting his ass;
he had taken Guag's cock all the way to its hilt. Letting out a roar, Guag
bellowed, "Don't relax yet boy, we're only getting started!" Laughing
cruelly as he began to pull back he slammed back down with a heavy
thrust. Still screaming, Matt felt Guag's large hands wrap around his
waist, almost fully encircling him. With this grip Matt was thrust harder
and deeper onto Guag's cock. Thrust after thrust came and Matt could do
nothing but give himself into the passion of it. The pain, however, was
slowly being replaced by an intense pleasure. Never having felt this way
before Matt began to move his hips in rhythm with Guag's thrusts, his mind
clouded with lust. Matt's dick was erect and throbbing as Guag pounded him.

	"I think the boy is starting to like it!" Guag roared to his
audience. Many Orcs had stripped off their armor and were stroking their
cocks, adding to the increasingly musky aroma pervading the room.

	Suddenly Matt felt Guag pull out of his ass, leaving a lonely empty
feeling where the Orc's cock had been. With Guag's arms around his chest,
Matt was pulled off the floor, towards Guag, who had shifted to be seated
on the ground, with his cock pointed upwards. In one swift motion Matt was
turned around to face Guag then was plunged back down onto Guag's
cock. Despite the different position, Guag's assault on Matt's ass was no
less relentless. Matt wrapped his arms around Guag's back, feeling the hard
muscle slick with sweat. Guag had shifted his hands down to kneading Matt's
ass, firmly massaging it as he thrust into Matt's hole. Each thrust as
brutal as the last, as Matt cried out in passion. Every time he was impaled
he began to moan more, wanting to feel Guag's savage manhood even more
deeply within him.

	Supporting Matt by firmly grasping his ass, Guag began to rise to a
standing position. All the while still fucking Matt, Guag stood tall, cock
buried deep into the boy's ass. Matt clung tightly to Guag's strong chest
as the Chieftain began to traverse the room towards his throne. With each
step Guag took, Matt bobbed up and down on his mighty phallus, awash in
passion. Seating himself on the throne, Guag increased his pace as each
thrust came more quickly and with more primal lust.  Completely helpless,
Matt was letting out a multitude of moans now, his hips moving in sync with
Guag's thrusts to give him deeper and deeper access to his ass.

	Guag's pace was maddening at this point, a fevered frenzy of
fucking. Matt could feel the throbbing of Guag's cock in his ass as he was
completely and truly impaled. Guag bellowed as he thrust one last time,
deep into Matt's ass, down as far as he could. Matt could feel the pulsing
inside of him as he clenched his ass as hard as he could around Guag's
dick. Then, as Matt felt Guag's cock pumping seed into his ass, he cried
out as each pulse deposited more and more cum. Matt could feel it
overflowing his ass as it dripped down Guag's cock onto his steaming body.

      Exhausted, Matt laid breathing heavily against Guag's strong
chest. With Guag's cock still buried deep within him Matt inhaled deeply,
savoring the now intoxicating scent of sweat and musk. Both their bodies
warm and slippery with sweat, Matt looked up towards Guag, as if to
question what would happen next.  Guag meet his eyes and started deeply
into them, the face Matt had once called brutish now looked strong and
handsome. Slowly Matt felt Guag withdraw from his ass, his cock slipping
out with a wet sound.

	"This one will do!" Guag finally said. Matt heard cheers around him
as he was lifted off Guag by a number of Orcs. Matt felt hands probing and
exploring him as he was set down, ass up, across one of the tables. All
around him were musky Orcs naked and erect, pushing and jostling themselves
to get closer to Matt. With no more energy to resist, Matt gave himself up
to the flow, he knew what was going to happen. One Orc was already pushing
into his ass, as another shoved his cock down Matt's throat. Matt was
reminded how hungry he was as his stomach growled; however, the Orc's prick
called out to him to satisfy both his hunger and thirst, as well as a
now-acknowledged and embraced even deeper need.

	The Orc's cock tasted salty with sweat, and Matt welcomed it in his
mouth, eagerly engulfing as much as he could. The Orc had firmly grasped
Matt's hair and was using it to slam Matt's mouth onto its cock, fucking
his face. After several minutes, Matt felt the Orc explode his cum into his
mouth as the Orc fucking his ass filled his bowels. Eagerly swallowing as
much as he could Matt, was becoming intoxicated with the taste of the Orc's
cum. As the two Orcs pulled out of their respective pair of Matt's
orifices, he was glad to feel other Orcs quickly replacing them as both his
holes were fucked once more.

      Fucked by countless Orcs one after the other, Matt lost all track of
time. As soon as one of his holes was clear, another Orc's cock filled
it. Matt enjoyed the taste in his mouth and the feelings in his ass, as he
moved his hips back and forth in rhythm to the fucking. Matt finally fully
and happily surrendered himself to be a slave to the Orcs' cocks. The only
thing he knew was pleasure, as Orcs beyond his count continued to plow his
welcoming holes.

      Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was over. The last
Orc pulled out of his ass, and Matt lay on top of the table, exhausted. He
had swallowed more Orc cum then he could reckon as he felt his hole drip
with Orc spunk.

      After a few moments, Guag approached Matt, and began to stroke his
cheek.  tenderly "This is your home now," Guag softly (but firmly) said to
Matt "You will service me and my tribe." Matt whimpered at the prospect but
was horrified to see that he was becoming erect again at the thought of
it. Seeing this, Guag began to laugh heartily "The night is still young,
boy, and I am ready once more." Nodding, Matt allowed himself to be picked
up and carried off in Guag's strong arms.

      Taking him away from the throne room and walking through the keep,
Guag entered what appeared to Matt to be his bedchamber. Setting himself
and Matt down onto the makeshift bed, Guag held Matt tightly to his chest.
Guag tenderly tilted Matt's chin upwards before leaning forward and
passionately kissing him deeply. Guag's tongue sank into Matt's mouth,
probing deeply into its farthest reaches. Their mouths still entwined, Guag
began to lean forwards, pushing Matt over, so that Matt's back was on the
bed. Retuning the kiss, Matt closed his eyes as he savored the moment.
Fully submitting to his destiny, Matt allowed himself to be taken again by
Guag, as he felt the throbbing, hard cock push into his ass once more.

      As Matt was fucked senseless once more, he had one last fleeting
thought of who he had been. How had he ended up as such a cock slave, he
pondered to himself. Guag's deep thrusts quickly turned his thoughts back
to what mattered though, pleasing his master. As the last bit of resistance
faded from Matt he fully accepted what he had become -- a slave to the Orc.