Disgraced
As an Orc, you either win the battle, or die.
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Disgraced
** Parod was restrained at the King's command, leaving his sensitive soft spot exposed to attack; his armor was torn and sooty. After a stop by the provided arsenal, the King approached his subordinate with a small piece of butcher's twine and a knife, making the other Orc squirmed in fear of losing his testicles.** The grim look on his king's face told Parod he would unman him.
** "Your behaviour is causing our reputation - especially Warrior - to be dragged through the mud," the King snapped.**
** "I am sorry, my King, please give me one more chance,"** replied Parod promptly. He held his breath, not daring to raise his head.
The King tied the twine tightly around Parod's cord(s), cutting off the blood flow to his testes before standing back and watching the warrior writhe in pain as his manhood began to slowly die. A female Orc poured a glass of wine for him; her sorrows were imaged in her face.
"Don't heal him yet," the King laughed derisively.
"Yes, my King," the female Orc agreed.
There were many spectators in the stands. They could not believe a fearless warrior was defeated by an underage panda, or more correctly, a little girl. This was Parod's first time standing naked in front of so many Orcs.
"WOW! Look at his penis, I'm loving it, I really envy his wife," a female spectator muttered.
Another female spectator agreed and added. "Sadly he is going to be castrated, what a waste."
As a warrior, Parod did train his male genital daily. He secretly transferred his 'Qi' from his diaphragm to his penis so that it would not die so fast. However, he needed extra strength to do so.
"OMG! He boasted that he could win, but when he returned, he was empty-handed," whispered one of the male spectators.
"If I were he I would wish to fight to the death. How dare he return empty-handed," sneered the other male spectator. He stabbed his glowing cigar through the air for emphasis.
"That's because you don't have a wife," the first spectator told his friend.
The second spectator whistled softly. "I guess you are right."
Parod was shamed to death but he knew that this was his punishment and rightly so. The female priest poured wine into the King's glass again. Occasionally Parod took a furtive glance at his wife and he attempted a thin smile. She looked at her husband sadly and prayed silently that his balls would not die.
"Don't worry, Parod," a Druid gloated. "If your penis dies, I can transform you into a pure lady with D cup, and then I'll marry your wife so that she won't feel lonely." His jokes made them all laugh. Parod's embarrassment and nervousness increased. The female priest held back her tears with difficulty.
As a warrior, Parod knew that he should not and must not cry but he could not endure anymore. He looked down through his tears to see that his cherries pride had turned red. He knew that this was the first phase - now he has numbness and tingling in his male genital.
Parod transferred more 'Qi' to protect his dick. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and hear himself breathing in short, deep gasps. Soon, his chest heaved and his body seemed to droop.
A malicious smile overspread King's face. He knew that Parod could not endure anymore and he was waiting for the final phase. The King and the Druid were drinking and telling dirty jokes. Parod's wife was much too prim and proper to enjoy such rude jokes.
Finally, Parod's dick had turned purple and began to bleed, nearing its demise - this was the second and last phase, it would die completely when it turned to dark color. The King came forward with the knife, bringing it up to Parod's soft spot and causing him to shake in fear. The warrior shut his eyes, preparing to be emasculated. The female priest's eyes were glassy, she turned pale instead of livid, and trembled with a quiver of terror. There was an expectant stir from the spectators.
"Open your eyes!" growled the King.
"Yes, my King," remarked Parod in a low voice.
As the King lifted high the knife, all the spectators held their breath and silence reigned through the arena. Parod's wife pressed her hands to her eyes, and shook with fear; she did not wish to see her husband's execution.
Goodbye my precious dick.** Parod thought as the knife came down. **** Fright has drained all colours from his face. He always thought that losing penis was painful but he did not feel any pains, he glanced at the ground but did not see his dick. Instead, he felt the tightness around his cords vanish.**
"I want to see Li Li in here - ALIVE - within four days," the King said slowly. "Should you fail again, show me your own male genital in a small bottle."
"Yes, my King. I'll make sure she agrees to become our brewmaster," gasped Parod.
The King casually strolled off the arena, holding the knife as well as the now cut twine in his hands. The Druid bowed the king out as he left.
Parod's wife approached him and stopped the bleeding. "Darling, I never heal a dying penis before." She started to cry fitfully and hysterically.
"Honey, just stop the bleeding will do," Parod answered gratefully.
The next morning, Parod's cock was back to normal color but he still could not erect. He prepared to kidnap Li Li again.
The end.