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His jet black hair was messy and a little unkempt. Lengthy it reached his shoulders while thick sideburns grew around his jawline into the longer tuft that was his goatee. The male's complexion was more olive, he was tall, broad and bore warrior tribal tattoos over his back. The green skin wasn't very hairy with the exception of his head. He prided himself in being a bit more impressive than most. It wasn't that that any of the others weren't nice, but his job demanded he maintain the complexion of a Greek statue. But still the orc was one among many in the large home he owned. Logan stood tall and serene but as he listened on to the ruckus behind him he was finding himself liking all this a little less with each passing moment.

Standing out on the deck, it had just stopped raining. The clouds were parting and the beaded raindrops on the banister glistened with the full moon that had begun to show. He could just begin to see the stars again. Below him the densely compacted treetops from a vast wilderness spread out as far as the eye could see. The orc took in this view. The home was big and far away from any neighbors, miles away from civilization. And that was the only reason he knew everyone was getting away with any of this.

Below on the lower patio orcs took turns in his Jacuzzi. He couldn't see them through the floorboards but could hear their raucous laughter. The unit was built for 8, and he was sure near double that was soaking in, the beasts literally piling up on each other.

Logan, turned pace, made his way across the deck and slid open the patio door. At once he was hit in the face with the stench of musk, beer, and from the stoned looks of several orcs they were starting on the pot as well. All around him these burly males, naked, sexed, high and drunk were ransacking his cabinets and refrigerator for food. If they hadn't all paid a $100 entry fee he would've freaked out, now the concern became it was still early Saturday morning and it was less likely there was going to be enough grub to last the weekend. Logan walked towards the stairs; about to go up when suddenly he was cut off as three pint sized orcs made there way down.

"Move out of the way, ass." One of them said and all three trailed off to the kitchen.

"Look ya lil wankers don'cha know whose house this is?" He fired back. The only response he got was a big fat middle finger from the one with the nose ring.

"Oh relax."

The orc turned around and grunted as Max, Logan's younger brother and the one who initiated all of these events spoke. The younger male leaned his shoulder against the far wall. Logan made his way over and saw that Max had a stub of a blunt hanging from his lips, and was fiddling around digital video camera.

Yes they were certainly brothers. Their light skin complexion was virtually the same as was their lightly hairy frames. Though unlike Logan mane, Max sported one of those trendier Mohawks. The hair been prepped to spike up, though now was shagging down a bit. Also Logan was much bigger, but Max was strong. Muscles defined the orc's shoulders, arms and chest though he was much leaner than his thicker brother.

I got some ace shots here." Max took a long inhale, held for a few seconds then exhaled through his nostrils. "This alone is enough to make a killing in sales. You jus need to chill."

With that the orc grabbed his roach and offered it over. Logan rolled his yellow eyes, but then shrugged and accepted it. He puffed a bit then edged around to see the camera replaying its contents. Despite being naked the brothers closely pressed sides, Logan even draping a beefy arm over Max's shoulders. The orc gazed with his fiddling bro at the small screen, half bemused at how comfortable Max was. But then again being close even without clothes was something the two got quite used too when they were younger and had to share a room.

"Look, it's just been weird, alright." Logan took a long pull from the blunt and pointed upstairs. "I gotta kid, a human locked up there that we just put though a bukkake shower, that'd make the Japanese cringe." Logan frowned some at the images playing back. He watched it replay the first loads of cream landing on the human's chest in slow motion.

"Oh he loved it." Max grinned and turned to nuzzle his older brother's armpit. He then fast forwarded to when the human came himself. "Did you see that? His shit nearly hit the ceiling!"

Logan shook his head. He knew what he saw; he also knew what he heard. The human pleading to be let go. The orc had to admit he did get caught up in the moment. He showered that lad with his seed three times without thinking much but now with his libido sated for the moment he was trying to think ahead. Still the younger brother seemed to read the other and chuckled.

"I've explained this before. The human, Danny, you know is from my floor in the dorms. In the shower when I'm in there I always see him stealing a glance. The fucker always looks away, trying to be inconspicuous whenever I catch him."

Logan started up again in protest. "That's no proof that means the kid loves cock."

"Other guys on the floor have noticed this as well. Plus he's got no girlfriends, and has made no attempt to get one thus far."

Logan grunted as if to talk but Max went on. "Look bro, this kid is 19 years old so he ain't underage and has admitted to never fooling around with anyone before. He's got every telltale sign that he's a repressed green cock loving slut, he just doesn't know it yet."

The euphoria from the blunt was starting to set in, and the orc nodded. "Aright, I've got your word that before the end of this weekend that human will be begging openly fur our meat?"

Max nodded earnestly and moved back to the main office area; he had requested to use it to download the shots he had taken and Logan turned to survey the good portion of the brutes that lounged in his living room

"Hey what's the kid doin now?" Logan turned back to Max.

Max didn't pause or look back when he answered. "A few furries, I think those wolves offered to clean him up."

Logan didn't like the sound of that. "Hey Hank!"

The largest green skin in the room was in mid-gulp of his beer can before pausing and looking side eyed at Logan's direction. The beast put all the other studs to shame. He towered a good 7 inches more than the next tallest orc and was built like an ox. His skin was a dark and little of it could be seen with the black forest of hair. Most who saw Hank, aside from being put off from his sheer dominating stature further shied away because of a vertical scar that ran down his milky white left eye from some unknown incident. Few dared to ask the behemoth how he got it though, however today that feature was out shown. What was more pronounced about him was the log that lazily rested over his fist sized balls. For its size it wasn't the longest, but the damn thing was as thick as a beer can! Hank had a bad reputation for being an aggressive top, and combined with his huge muscled appearance he was one orc no one wanted to fuck with. But despite this all Logan knew he was really one of the biggest teddy bears around.

"Go upstairs will ya? Make sure no one's not fuckin around with the slut too bad, and keep an eye on things."

All Logan got back in return was a grunt, and the towering orc got up from his spot. A few orcs nearby moved out of the way, not wanting to be in the path of the behemoth green skin. Logan watched Hank silently make his way upstairs, especially the view of that large meaty backside. He'd pounded that rump more than once and loved the look of those hams ascending before he called up.

"Get him ready for the next part. We start that in the evening."

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My legs felt like jelly as two pairs of mitts grabbed my newly released wrists and ankles. They forced me up and my feet found the ground. I wasn't sure how long I had been lying down, but my body felt slack as I stood. My whole front was heavy from being covered in the drying jizz from the countless bodies earlier in the night. I thought the waves of them would never end. Dirty shame built up inside me as I recall that for most of it I was aroused. All those around saw, mocked me before quenching their lusts on me. I wasn't allowed to dwell on that though as those strong mitts let my arms go. Both fell, slapping into my sides. The sickening squelch of my bare arm sinking into the slime made me shudder a bit. Cum coated my eye lids as well, so I could only squint to see. Through my haze and grogginess I could see one of the wolves from before, a tall silver one snickering at me, obviously enjoying the sight of my coated body. Roughly a hand placed with claw tips pressed between my shoulder blades and pushed hard, almost making me fall forward.

"March bitch, let's get that ass moving. You are getting get all nice and clean." A snarling voice said from behind. Beside the silver wolf a light flickered on and I realized the room had a connected massive bathroom.

I followed weakly and walked into the cold tiled floor. Immediately I shielded my eyes from the bright light but they adjusted some and looking into the wall sized mirror I got a good look at myself for the first time. I didn't recognize the person staring back. The reflection showed a white slime covered body with traces of pink skin underneath. The body, the slut looked pitiful and weak. The snickering wolves around came into view. They were slighter smaller than I was, but they looked strong and there were four. No chance I could fight them off. I tried to pause to refocus my eyes when in the reflection I saw a black wolf swing a paw. Pain jolted my back as he nearly punched forward and pushed me to keep going.

"Don't' stop slut, you'll get all our gooey goodness all over the floor. We'll make you lick it off if we have too."

The threat was enough to get me moving on. The bathroom was big, like that of a master suite. I wasn't sure where I was being headed too; I turned the corner where a different set of black tile began and turned the corner. It looked like a dark alcove with a bench. I saw the water nozzles above and realized I was standing in a spacious walk in shower. It looked large enough for thee or four bodies to wash comfortably. The light was dimmer here which helped my eyes and I moved onwards to the other end of the closed off alcove.

Turning around though what I saw next made a shiver crawl up my spine. The four wolves sealed off the entrance, standing next to each other with each bearing a large canine tooth filled grin.

"How should we do it?"

"The shower nozzle is right there."

"Whatever it is, I don't wanna have to touch him like that."

The guilty shameful feeling welled up and hot tears formed in the back of my eyes. All those names that had been thrown at me, the way these wolves casually talking about how to handle me in this state, like I was diseased, I really did feel like a slut.

"I say we make him lick the shit off. Get a nice belly full of all that dick snot!"

"Oh hell yea, great idea."

"WAIT." One of the wolves cut off the others, the silver one. "I've got a better idea."

With that he walked towards me with his ample sack and sheath swaying with each step. I backed away but he barked, and lowly growled. The sounding bouncing off the walls making it sound much more menacing.

"Drop down on your knees and hold your hands behind your back." He ordered, and again bared those canines.

I felt to physically weak to argue. I nodded and held a wrist with a hand behind my back. This made chest ended up being somewhat being pushed out. When the wolf turned to look back, to give his chucking friends a smug grin I blushed red, and turned my face away. From the corner of my eyes I could see the wolf gripping his sheath tightly and it slowly dawned on me what the beast had in mind.

"Wait, no jus use the water." I turned back and weakly tried to protest.

The wolf mockingly rubbed his chin with one hand while the other coaxed out the pink flaccid tip from the sheath opening. "Uh, let's see here...Ah, no." And with that he hunched forward, relaxed his bladder and a hot spray of piss hit me square on the chest.

The loud smacking sound of the steamy constant stream reverberated off the tiles. I gasped out from the stench as it reached my lungs and heard the open mocking laughter from his companions from behind.

"Your one sick fuck Butch. I love it!"

The rank stream cut through the thick semen like a knife through butter. Hunks of the coated white slime dribbled down my torso mixed with the dark yellow river over my slimy coated loins and thighs. Wrinkling my nose I tried not to gag as I already smelled awful, and this was just making it worse.

Two other wolves flanked the sliver one and began to message their sheaths as well. It wasn't a moment longer when their two jets of piss struck my frame. I gasped for air and moaned from the revulsion as they let their trails wonder my shoulders, stomach, and groin. The warm puddle collected around my knees and I could feel the hot bodily fluids around my legs and feet.

"Well look at that." And one of the wolves pointed. My cock had begun to spur to life, swelling from the feel of the hot stream. I new wave of shame filled me.

"God please no," I pleaded. "How could this be happening to me again, like this?"

Why was this happening? It felt like my mind and body were in two different areas. I wanted to think this was the most disgusting thing ever, but my heart fluttered, my blood vessels pumped more blood to my groin, and soon I was finding myself erect and hot.

"There you go," the silver one finally finished. Gripping his sheath hard he shook so the flying dribbles of piss would land on me. "Ya know what I hate? No matter now many times you shake the last drop always ends up in your pants."

The other two males nodded in unison. "Yeah that does suck. Good thing that won't be an issue. No clothes today."

"Yup, that last drop is gonna get saved when this slut wraps his mouth around our junk."

The first wolf finished up and stepped back allowing the four to fill his place. He seemed uninterested in getting my chest and groin which was now mostly void of jizz. To my shock and disgust he aimed his heavy flow right at my face. I clenched my eyes and mouth shut, but the burning yellow liquid splashed into my nose making it intensely sting. He got my hair and cheeks before letting the trail wash over my eyes and mouth.

The burning sensation behind my eyes got worse. The need to cry got worse but I did my best to hold everything together. I couldn't understand myself. My cock was absolutely erect and bobbing eagerly. And this time I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the drugs they had given me. I felt clearer headed, but still again that same hot feeling of lust clouded my mind. The wolves were all laughing now, watching me in this degraded state with open glee. I wasn't sure what to expect next when a furious booming voice filled the small shower alcove.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!"

The stream that had been hitting my face jumped suddenly and left. I closed my eyes, trying to blink away the burning acidic liquid when the wolves began to stammer.

"We were just having some fun."

"We weren't hurting him!"

I could make out the blurry view of some monster that dwarfed the other four wolves stepping into the stall. It was one of those orcs. Earlier in the night I recalled one that had taken his turn on me, being a head taller than the others. His cock was incredibly thick. This must have been him. His size made the wolves look like kids. The orc's arms crossed and glared at the smaller furs. The silver one seemed to melt away behind the others, and a black furred hand pointed to my groin and explained how I was getting off on it, that I had practically begged to be pissed on. I openly trembled at the fierce looking giant moved towards me.

"The bitch practically loves it. We had him begging."

"You should've heard it."

"Give it a shot yourself. He'll bust a nut just like before!"

But a large green hand cut off the last wolf, clapping around the wolf's muzzle. The mitt easily looked like it could crush the maw."

"You're done here. You all are. None of you are allowed to be with the slut unsupervised from here on out." The massive orc growled. His scarred face made him look truly menacing. "Now get the fuck out of here, or you'll be the next ones tied to the bed!"

There were no protests as the pack, grumbled and moved out. I shivered and held my spot, unsure if I was to move when the titan sized orc stepped forward.

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Logan had eventually made his way to the lower level of his home where the den area was at when that odd feeling, like he was softly floating with each step, clouded his mind. But then he was almost done with his second joint and the effects were really kicking in now. Walking in Logan found favorite recliner chair and plopped down. Of course he had to kick a naked body out of it first.

All the areas to sit looked like they were filled up. But none seemed to care as they openly sat on each other. The giant wall mounted 60" flat LCD TV aired a porno of two stallion's sandwiching some smaller fox, but it seemed no one was paying any attention. Why watch smut on the TV when you could just look in any direction and watch pairs of brutes kissing on your floor, or another pile of bodies humping on the couch. Right next to Logan was another reclining chair. The green skin lying out with his feet propped up had a very fat beast riding his lap. Both grunts openly moaned and rocked their sweaty frames up and down against each other.

One of the midget orcs, Clint, Logan believed, was lying on his back while a beer bellied, rhino with bloodshot eyes and a blazed expression messily slurped at his groin. Logan smirked to see the look of utter pleasure on the smaller orc's face. Those little feet holding up in the air on either side of the rhino's head, toes curling up in the pleasure of their rut.

Logan felt lighter headed and decided he was done with the blunt. Already enjoying a good blaze, Logan groggily reached for the table where an ashtray was to put it out. Before he could finish it a pair of fat fingers plucked the roach from his grasp. The orc watched as a stallion turned to walk away, muttering about not wasting.

The air was thick with smoke already. The half of the mansion's inhabitants that weren't chugging one beer can after another were lighting up rolled fatties or sucking from glass pipes. The idea of hot boxing came to mind except it was in his home. On the table ahead of him two orcs came into view. They were both carrying something that made a few others in the room cheer, a giant gold oriental hookah. Logan watched on silently as the two orcs prepped it. It had a double hose and already there were orcs clamoring to be the first to try it out. Logan frowned at the frenzied beasts when a sharp, "HEY" cut through the commotion. Logan knew that voice and a black furred body walked down to the table and pushed the others out of the way.

"How about the fine stud that is being oh so inherently benevolent enough to let us destroy his home for the weekend goes first, eh?" The gorilla grunted and motioned for Logan to come over. The orc smirked and lifted himself from his spot.

"Seymour, listen, heh I've never done one of these before an -"

"You'll love it boss, trust me." The gorilla's thick voice responded. His large hand patted Logan's back and both settled down side by side on the floor.

None objected and the room quieted back down. One of the orc's who had brought the hookah began to prepare the top bowl with a mixture of weed and spiced tobacco. Behind him the movement of orcs shifted, as his back was right next to one of the couches. The gorilla placed the hose stem between his lips and handed the other to Logan, which he grasped.

"Ya know what your lil bro has planned with what he's got?" Seymour's thick voice asked. The prepping orc from above put in the coals and the gorilla gave a deep inhale of the scented fumes.

"Heh, something about making a profit; I guess he's runs a pay site. When he gets his shots together he'll put them up." Logan shrugged some, not really caring anymore. Apathy clouded his judgment when he inhaled from the stem. At once his senses were ensnared by the thick taste of the hookah's smoke.

"Be interesting how he does it. The fucker will get us all caught if he just puts that up. The human will blab about what happened to him, and the film will be evidence that'll put us all away." The gorilla seemed to lament. He paused then breathed in and out from the stem. "I really don't want to make that lad disappear."

Logan grunted, half way through taking his own hit when the lights suddenly dimmed to a soft glow. He turned to see Max lowering the dimmer switch near the foot of the stairs. The young one stepped through the bodies of orcs and animals that had succumbed to their lustful desires on each other and reached for the table to pick up the remote. No one complained when he clicked off the screen and moved to the TV to fiddle near the side.

"No one is going to do anything to Danny," he said. Reaching down he plucked a newly lit blunt from one of the mini orcs. The little one cursed loudly and prepared to get up when Max lifted a large foot up and planted it square on the mini orc's face keeping him down.

"He will be very much compliant with our fun n' games here soon. He jus needs to be shown the light is all...oh and ya like what ya see there Logan?"

With that Max casually took a hit and gave a sly wink to his older brother. Logan jolted, startled some, when his name was addressed and snorted out with wisps of smoke coming out his nose. By now the fast advances of the drug's effects were rapidly filling his mind. He didn't even realize, but it was very apparent that his attention and gaze locked straight away to the smaller orc's face when Max placed his foot down on it. Logan's head was in the clouds but did his best to remain composed.

"Beh, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I think you know." Max said softly, then with that he rubbed his foot slowly up the midgets face, rolling his smooth heel on the smaller one's forehead then lowered it back down so the toes brushed against the lips. Many of the orcs gathered around grinned to each other as they saw Logan's gaze follow. The small orc grunted and played along too. He suddenly grasped Max's ankle with both hand and started to lick at the large sole. Max gave a pleasured grunt in return before sucking down at his rolled fatty. From toes to heel Logan's attention was locked onto the scene and Max, the young orc leered over to the voyeur, whose mind was entranced.

"Someone's got themselves a nice little kink."

"Oh is tha- how yuh think it is." Logan said, or at least tried to say. Whatever string of words he put together again drew laughter from the room. But there was no denying it. Between Logan's muscled thighs his green anaconda had awoken. The sleeping member pulsed with Logan's increasing heartbeat, and before the brutish spectators it grew erect on its own. Its solid 10 inch length began drooling pre around its uncut tip. The orc did his best to try to hide it when a large shadow stepped up from overhead. Logan looked up to see that a bearish orc grinning from ear to pointed ear. He wore thick leather boots but quickly bent down to undo them.

"All righ' enough is enough." Logan tried to downplay.

He set down the hookah stem and propped himself to get up when two large mitts grabbed his upper arms. Logan suddenly found himself pulled backwards into the hairy frame that pressed up into his back.

"Damn Seymour, get off me." Logan growled out. But the ape closed on in. His thick legs wrapped around the orc's torso and forced his thighs to spread out. With some effort the gorilla kept his grasp on Logan's wrists and pulled them behind his back.

"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it boss." The thick voice responded. The ape's face rubbed against the orc's and he breathed out lungful of thick smoke against Logan. The orc had no choice but to breathe in the fumes when one of the orc from in front with his now freed feet raised a juicy sole up. Its unwashed stink filled the air, causing Logan to gasp a bit. Quickly it moved for the throbbing fuck meat and squished down around it. The plump soft tissue pressed down made Logan give a pleasured groan. The standing orc's heel pressed into the sack while the chubby toes grasped like fingers to squeeze around Logan's tip. From above the orc grinned, watching the host of the evening quiver in pleasure from it.

"Ya feel that on ya, eh?" The domineering orc pressed on down, and the meat from his sweaty sole rubbed up and down. "I've been in these boots all damn day, no socks at all. Bet that jus makes your mouth drool."

Lifting up the foot, Logan grunted his displeasure and rocked his hips up to let his cock again press against the fleshy underside. He didn't have to wait long though as the foot came back down, almost stomping the uncut meat. Clear slimes shot out from the tip onto Logan's belly and all around the wasted orcs laughed. Again those plump toes squeezed the orc's cock tip. They peeled the foreskin back to expose the bare glands, and then rubbed up so the meaty pads sunk in right on top of the glands.

"Baw, that ain't nothing." Another orc scoffed

He was sitting on the couch behind Logan and was able to raise both his massive green dogs up. His large feet hovered over the orc's head, and Logan in his stupor couldn't do much more than look. The smooth soles were stained with filth and smelled rank. He seemed awestruck at the sight as the toes curled, then flexed out. Between them thick globs of toe jam had collected.

This new orc grunted, enjoying the sight of Logan's apparent submission before plating them down square on the orc's face. One sole next to the other pressed on down making Logan squirm in hot humiliating lust. His senses were over powered now.

"Ohhhh yea lick between those slimy toes!" The orc on the couch mocked. "Get em all nice and clean for me. You love my big sweaty soles covering your entire face."

Logan couldn't help himself. Giving into his arousal the orc obediently opened his mouth and rolled his thick tongue over the smelly pressing flesh. When one of the feet lowered down his face he hungrily opened his maw to take in those fat toes, rolling his tongue around each one.

Openly thrusting up his hips, Logan became lost in this world of shameless foot worship when the large hairy frame behind him shifted. Logan felt the gorilla let go of his wrists and grab his hips. Logan reached back for support and eagerly the gorilla slid Logan more up against his chest. The thick primate cock slide under the orc's backside, and for a moment Logan thought he was about to be mounted but it kept moving forwards. The orc couldn't see from the sole covering his eyes, but the gorilla's tip rubbed up from under the orc's ball sack and squeezed itself between the male's thighs. Logan blushed harder as the gorilla's meat bobbed against the underside of his own.

"Huuur, gimme some of that action would ya?" Seymour said in a husky voice. Logan whimpered some as the foot that was rubbing up and down his aching cock left and pressed against the black one in front. He wanted to move his head and tell another orc to tend to his own meat when Seymour rubbed his snout right up against Logan's pointed ear.

"Hush and feel this, boss." The gorilla using his flexible legs wrapped themselves up, over Logan's thighs and moved to his groin. The orc didn't know the primate was this flexible as both the gorilla's own sweaty hand like feet found Logan's bare arousal and wrapped it tight in a vice like grip. Dexterous toes gripped Logan's tip causing him to moan out loudly from under the foot and a spray of precum shot out, lubing up the gorilla's meaty feet.

"Haha, yer cock seems to love this." Seymour grunted from behind. Leaning in he planted his slobbery lips on Logan's' ear. Lewdly the gorilla buried his tongue deep inside the canal. Logan's spine arched from the pleasure but the gorilla's arms moved fast wrapping around his frame. Those large mitts moving up to rub over Logan's erecting nipples. The fat fingers dug into the pec's flesh and pinched them hard. And onward he kept thrusting his ape feet on the roc's rock hard member. He rolled them up so the foreskin fully enclosed the tip then unpeeled it slowly, revealing the prized glands.

From afar Max watched on through the screen of his JVC camera. He was only supposed to get shots of the human but the scene playing out before him was just too hot. Green skin beasts all around were nosily sucking at each other's flesh, burying their brawny cocks into each others holes. It was an all out orgy of grunting writhing flesh. One wolf was bent over the armrest of a couch. His face was buried in the crotch of a chubby orc while a stallion long fucked the furry ass from behind. On the other side of the room several orcs held down a loudly protesting rhino. He bellowed out to be let go, but was quietly muffed when an orc squatted down and smothered the male's face with his ass. The beast tried to fight them off, but his feet were hiked up into the air with one orc preparing to take the first mount. Max made sure to zoom in when the tusked beast bore down and entered the rhino's chubby unturned ass.

Logan was what Max was most interested in catching. He knew his older brother like the back of his hand. He remembered when they were younger Logan would always try to wrestle him. Of course the larger older orc would win. After the match he would take his prize by holding max down and giving the younger orc an hours worth of foot tickle torture. Now Logan was openly thrusting up his hips into Seymour's feet, while another pair smothered his face. Max was able to get a good angle when Logan's bulky frame suddenly flexed. The orc loudly gasped as if having a heart attack and his pole erupted in a powerful orgasm. Orc cream sprayed into the air and rained down over all nearby bodies. The gorilla and stroking orcs weren't far behind adding their own sticky fluids.

Grunting Max felt something wrap around my legs and looking down, saw a small orc had come up. It was Clint who seemed very embarrassed. He gave a wasted grin before opening his maw and accepting the younger orc's member into his suckling maw. Max's knees almost gave way from the pleasure of it and he quickly began to fuck into the drooling beast's gullet.

Out the window the first rays of the morning sun would shine. Max figured after unleashing his load into the mini slut's mouth he would find a nice cuddle pile to rest in. His body was feeling tired and needed to be well rested for tomorrow night's activities

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I shifted uncomfortably on the tile floor, still in a kneeling position when the giant orc stepped forward. That monstrous hand I thought was going to crush that wolf's muzzle and I didn't want to think what was going to happen to me. Looking up I saw his watery yellow eye glare down at me. The scarred one made my spine shiver and I averted my gaze submissively. I half expected another douse of a full bladder when his deep voice spoke.

"Get yourself up and put your hands on the wall. Don't go anywhere; just be prepared when I come back."

Wide eyed I looked up as the behemoth turned paced and suddenly he left the alcove, leaving me alone. He was out of sight but still in the bathroom, as I could hear him open cabinet doors and rummage for a few things.

Weakly I got myself up to my feet and stood for a moment. Globs of semen still clung to my frame but most of it now cleared off. But then being covered in rank piss wasn't much better. I put my hands to the black cold tile and waited for the orc to return.

He didn't keep me waiting long. Heavy footsteps came back and I looked to see the orc holding an assortment items in his grasp, a bar of soap in one hand, but in the other an unlabeled shampoo bottle. What caught my eye the most though was tucked under his arm and side was a clear bottle of water. Suddenly I became aware of how parched my throat was.

"Yeah I though ya could use this." The orc said.

I nodded and made a move to accept it when the orc barked, "Said don't move!" His face lowered towards mine, and showed those cleaning white tusks. At once I set myself back.

"Yes sir." I offered meekly.

"Look this way." He ordered and turning I saw him bringing up the bottle to my lips. I blinked in surprise when the opening eased into my mouth. My cheeks flushed because it felt like I was being fed like some baby. But still I was in no position to complain and accepted the first mouthful when he tilted up. He let me swallow before tilting more making sure I didn't choke. After my fourth heavy gulp and my raw mouth feeling better the bottle was taken away with half of it still left.

"You'll get more when we finish here," the orc's deep voice said.

I watched as he reached back for the clear bottle and popped the top open. Hotly I turned red in the face feeling so exposed to the stud male. He towered over me, and when he lowered himself on his haunches, his hairy frame was slightly lower than my standing height. With a squeeze he splotched a healthy amount of the shampoo into his hand. Closing my eyes I expected his large mitt to message it into my head, when suddenly his thick fingers began to knead at my ball sack.

"Uhhhgg, uh... wha are you?"

"Don't move!" The large green monster barked again.

I did as best I could. God I wanted to shift and moved. From the strength and size of those fingers they could grasp my sack and crush them as easily as two grapes. But that never happened. The giant hand just gently messaged my scrotum, and inner thighs. Very liberally the brute applied the chemical smelling substance around. I hotly blushed when his hand moved the shampoo around the base of my cock and gave my pubes a thick coating.

The orc grunted but silently this went on while his hot breath washing over my side causing me to shiver while he reached for another dollop. Another healthy amount, and this time he messaged his thick fingers into the crack of my ass. They brushed up against my hole and for a moment I swore he was going to finger me, but thankfully he moved on to get more.

I wanted to make my mind wonder, wanting to escape from all this. If I could only put my mind somewhere else, and try to think about something other than a giant orc's big meaty hands rubbing slowly over my thighs, trailing my pink skin and kneading the substance everywhere. It became increasingly difficult, especially when they added the gunk to my chest, and pressed onwards over my sensitive nipples.

When he went for more and applied the substance to my armpits, shoulders, and arms I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. The shampoo he was using had a very distinct smell to it. I thought it was some off brand, but then memories of how the bathroom would smell after my sister would get done shaving and the tingling that began in my groin and spread all around my lower body caused me to suddenly wake up. This wasn't shampoo I realized. Blinking wide the shock came as strong as the tingling began to intensify. It was hair removal cream!

The orc saw my discomfort and began to chuckle a little bit. "Look lil man, the instructions are that you gotta let this stuff set for 5 minutes before any of it gets washed off."

Was he kidding! My arms were beginning to feel that same prickling sensation while it was getting stronger in my lower regions. Each second my pores felt like they were being pricked with needles as the chemical did its work, emasculating my whole frame. I shook where I stood and again I felt those chemical coated hands rub down my body. The orc let them roam everywhere, and I couldn't tell if it was in some effort to mask the fiery sensation that wracked my groin and ass or to just get more of the chemical more deeply kneaded into my skin. I wanted to think the latter, but the orc softly murmured words of encouragement.

It felt like an eternity when those hands suddenly left me. My whole body was quaking when I heard a nozzle squeak and the spray from the shower suddenly turned on behind me.

"In ya go bub. Let's wash this all off."

I didn't need another thought. At once I launched myself off the wall and moved to where the overhead spray was showering its hot water. I couldn't have groaned louder when the hot water hit me. The fire sensation literally melted away from my frame as I became soaked. Reaching down I tried to message water into my ass crack when a green mitt wrapped around my arm and pulled it back up.

"Who gave yuh permission ta touch yerself, human?"

I gulped and shook my head. "I thought, I thought it was-" but got cut off.

"An we have our first problem." He grasped my side and turned me around so my back faced the spray. "The last think you need ta be doin is thinking." And humiliated I nodded, but suddenly straightened up as I felt his hand rub between my ass cheeks.

The orc had brought the bar of soap with him, and began to press against my skin. It felt odd, being manhandled in such a way. It was like being small child, a toddler being given a bath by a parent. But it soon became intimate when his hands caressed over my aching sack. The orc lathered up plenty of suds then moved it along my frame making sure I got nice and clean.

As the water cleaned me up I began to notice jus how bad I had smelled. I guess I had gotten used to being covered in rank sperm but now I felt more refreshed. The excesses of whatever bodily fluids that flowed down the drain were mixed with my body hair. It turned out the cream worked well. My chest was smooth, as were my arms. Body hair flowed down the streams of water down my legs. The biggest unnerving feeling came when the orc began to work the soapy bar over my loins. Both his hands kneaded the suds in then let the open water wash it away. My eyes fixed a look as tufts of pubic hair literally melted away from my groin showing off my bare cock. It was the first time I had seen it bare since I was a little kid! Once more it looked bigger. I knew it actually wasn't but with the forest of hair around it, the girth looked...I don't know, fatter. The sight was a little bit of a turn on, and a thick mitt suddenly wrapped around it.

"Alright, nice and clean, lets get you outs here."

The orc clasped a hand on my shoulder after turning off the water and pulled me outside of the shower alcove. Back into the main bathroom he grabbed a towel and pressed it against my shivering body. Much like the same way I was washed the orc took his time drying my skin. Almost caringly he made sure every last drop of water was wiped away.

"Uh, sir do you think I could finish that water?"

I wasn't sure if I could ask that. I felt almost ashamed to open my mouth to speak and expected a reprimand but the behemoth blinked for a moment then grunted and went back to the shower stall to get the bottle. I stayed put as he came back and held the open end to my mouth. I knew what to expect and allowed him to slide it past my lips. Despite feeling utterly foolish I was allowed to finish it, and my thirst slowly disappeared.

"Heh, almost forgot. But now that we're clean time ta get some rest."

The orc motioned to go out the door, and walking out the exit I entered back into the bedroom. The heavy smells of male sex pheromones and jizz still held heavy in the air. The bigger green skin followed behind, clicking the bathroom light off and motioned for me to get back into the bed.

I walked up but hesitated. "You- You just spent all this time getting me cleaned up. But the bed is still filthy."

It was true. The thick sheets looked sticky with spittle and cum. But the orc snorted. "I didn't shower ya over ta get you clean. I did it cuz ya had hair. Our fun is far from over so yuh won't officially get clean till the end, if we decide ta let ya go."

I didn't budge. A knot was slowly tightening around my stomach and that same fear I had when I first saw the orcs began to reemerge. "If- If you let me go?" I thought.

The brute seemed to read me and was quiet for a few moments. Then green behemoth then did something I didn't quite expect. Walking around me he sat himself at the edge of the bed and faced me. That brutish face looked into mine, and then softened a bit.

"Come here pinky." His gruff voice offered. The hairy orc extended a hand and despite any apprehension I had, slowly I drew myself to it. On any day before this day I never would've accepted this kind of invitation from a big naked beast, but from the experiences of last night I felt less afraid suddenly. Bulky fingers gripped my arm once I came near and pulled in. It was with a gasp and small quiver that our exposed fronts mashed up into each other.

Again closing my eyes, I let those large hands roam over my body. One moved over to my belly and lowered to cup my now hairless package, causing me to gasp out. The orc seemed to chuckle at this. Thick fingers kneaded around my pink shaft and under the sensations I grew hot and erect in his grasp.

"Yer body is prepped, but not ready. It's time fer sleep."

A wall of muscular, hairy flesh wrapped around me, cocooning my cold smaller body around his. With his arms around me, we held this embrace before he leaned himself back. I was forced to follow forward on down and lifting us both on the bed, our bodies pressed together firmly on the mattress. The way this green orc wrapped me up, it awkwardly felt possessive.

The size and power the orc held over me was immense. Turing over quickly, it was as if he were handling a rag doll. Both bodies turned as he rolled over. I found my small body pressed into the sticky bed sheets and sinking in as the orc settled down on top.

The fiend rumbled his approval as my smaller frame squirmed under his. The bulky green mass completely covered my own! But the orc wasn't finished just yet. Working his legs to intertwine with my own his thigh hooked around mine, and in a move that made me gasp nervously his hips started to openly rock. Up until that point his heavy cock laid right up against my belly but drawing it back, the baseball bat thick meat nuzzled between my loins and nuzzled underneath the crack of my ass. Moving his leg off mine they pinned mine between them and clamped down. My thighs had no choice but to trap his large length between them. For a moment I thought he was about to try and fuck me, but his tip stopped short, just lightly nuzzling between the cleft of my rear. It was in this closely intimate embrace at the orc grunted and finally calmed.

"There now," the orc said softly. "Ain't nothing ta worry about. The bed's fine."

My breathing was a little labored from the weight, and the smell from the unwashed body filled my lungs. But I was finally feeling myself calm down. With my face covered into the thick chest I wasn't sure if the orc was asleep himself. He certainly wasn't snoring. For a long time I just listened to the soft sound of the orc's breathing, and rich heart beat. Then my world went black while outside the window glowed with the first rays of the morning sun