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Jerom thought about what had happened to him since the beginning of his imprisonment, though lately he had been thinking of it less as imprisonment and more as a well-deserved vacation. So many kind and sexy orc men, and not only did they not seem to mind his gaze, some even encouraged it. Marcus, Zro'dun, the Warmaster... he found himself fantasizing a bit about being with each and every one of them in a variety of situations. He couldn't help it, really; years of hiding his preferences in the name of some god he'd served since a young age, all because it was 'a holy calling', had left him with a void of experience that he'd only begun to fill with Brendan... he sighed at that thought, touching the emerald-encrusted sword on his neck. He'd taken to touching it every so often ever since leaving the sparring grounds, as he was nearly certain it had sparked to life somehow, if only for a moment or two. He didn't know much about enchantments, himself, but it was possible it was just a fluke somehow. Brendan was dead and that's all there was to it. So short of someone messing with his necklace somehow, he didn't see how it could activate now.

It had been a week that he'd been under the Warmaster's influence, so he'd spent the following week doing what he wanted by visiting Garen, Marcus, and Zro'dun. He'd stayed much longer at the alchemist's tent especially, prompting another taste session that had degraded into another few nights of debauchery, though this time clearly intentional. Jerom couldn't help but squeeze his shaft a bit through the fabric of his trousers at the memory of it, the virility potions they'd 'tested' still affecting him. He was going to be horny for a few days yet. Not that he minded, as it was partly why he'd visited Zro'dun again in the first place. Even so, he wondered if maybe the dose was still not diluted enough for human use...

Despite his aching need for release, the orcs mostly ignored him - though he caught a few lusty gazes - as they bustled along the path, seeming to know where to go for their errands with the least amount of trouble possible. Jerom found himself wishing human camps could be so efficient. He supposed the orcs had to be that way since they were always having to prove themselves not only to other clans, but to the humans themselves. A small pang of guilt hit him before he shrugged it off. Whatever happened after all of this was said and done, he already knew he was never going to serve in the human military again. In the church, he'd had to suppress who he was on a daily basis, and even though he'd had Brendan, he'd always been unable to do the things normal couples did with each other in public. Here, though, nobody even cared. He wondered if this camp was full of gay men like himself, as he'd seen no women at all. It would make sense, at least, with the looks he'd been getting as he walked in the sun, shirtless and fondling himself... he really should focus on where he was going, but he'd gotten so used to the flow of the camp that it was easy to go for a walk now and not have to look where he was going all the time. He felt as if he belonged here... but then, he was human. The only human there, even. Could he really stay? Would they let him? Karo had implied as much but...

"You should watch where you're going," he heard a familiar voice say. Looking up, Jarok saw Sol staring at him with those golden eyes of his. Stopping just in front of the stocky orc, Jerom found himself blushing at the memory of what had happened last time with the twins, and that wasn't even considering how embarrassing he suddenly found his current situation to be. It truly didn't help he was flashing such a cocky smile at him, looking him up and down with clear desire...

"We wanted to apologize for the way our last meeting went," he heard a more elegant voice from behind say, as he felt a hand trace his shoulders. He wasn't surprised to see Badr there as well. He really seemed to enjoy sneaking up on people. "We left you in such a state too. Ah, but then you ended up spending time at the sparring grounds, so we had to postpone it a bit. And then we all got busy..."

"Get to the point, Badr!" Sol exclaimed, tugging on his long, braided beard in irritation. It dangled to his stomach, the muscles dripping with sweat. Jerom guessed they weren't working right now, or else the beards would have been wrapped around their necks again. "You always do this! Keep it simple or we'll die of old age here!"

"Right. Sorry," Badr chuckled, though he still seemed a bit irritated at the interruption. "We were wondering if you were free right now, and if maybe you wouldn't like to spend a bit of time with us, if you were..."

Jerom blushed even more as Badr wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, kissing his neck delicately as he gave a lusty chuckle. While he was surprised at how sudden it was, he found himself relaxing as his scent washed over him, his body leaning into Badr's own. His own cock grew harder than ever as he felt Badr's press against his backside. He was finding it hard to think, between the musk invading his nostrils and the lust coursing through him from the potions earlier. He couldn't help but feel attracted to the silver-eyed orc as he felt a nipple being sensually teased, causing Jerom to moan.

"Don't be greedy, brother," Sol said as Jerom felt another pair of hands explore his body, his cock suddenly rubbing up against another through the fabric of his trousers. When had Sol gotten so close to him? Yet all he could do was notice how warm Sol was against his own body, desiring nothing more than to gaze into those golden, lustful eyes of his as he flashed a cocky grin. "It seems the human... Jerom, here... is free to spend time with us. Right, Jerom? Wouldn't you like to forget everything for a while and come have some fun with us?"

Jerom couldn't help but nod, suddenly feeling an intense need to please these two handsome, sexy orc men. Sol chuckled, grabbing Jerom by the chain collar as he was gently lead through side-paths and walkways until finally reaching a secluded tent. It was larger, meant for two, but somehow Jerom knew he would be hard-pressed to find it on his own if he were making the journey by himself. He was having a difficult time thinking of anything at all other than his need to be with the twins, actually...

"Make yourself more comfortable," Badr suggested as they entered the tent. Jerom found himself doing just that as he placed his pack in the corner and began taking off his trousers, revealing his loincloth. As he did so he couldn't help but stare at Badr's ass... it swayed almost hypnotically for Jerom as the orc walked over to his brother and leaned against him. It was almost sensual the way those two stood there, waiting patiently for Jerom as he kicked his trousers aside. The human wasn't sure if it was just the musk clouding his mind or if those eyes were glowing as they stared at him, but he felt uncomfortable in his loincloth. Taking that off too, he stood completely naked in the middle of the tent, waiting for... something. Why was he waiting?

"I really love when they're this far gone already," Sol lustfully growled, beckoning Jerom toward them. "Come here, Jerom. Sit on my lap."

Jerom obeyed as Sol sat down in the nearest chair, grinning as the human climbed into the bigger orc's naked lap. The twins had lost their loincloths too, perhaps when he'd removed his, so Jerom found himself being drawn into Sol's eyes as he felt his cock grind against the orc's larger piece of meat. It wasn't long before Badr's arms began massaging Jerom's shoulders, relaxing him further as their combined musk grew heavier. Jerom couldn't think, but trusted in the collar to protect him as pleasure coursed through him, causing him to moan.

"That's right, lad," he heard Badr whisper sensually. "Give in to these feelings of lust and desire."

"Let us be your guiding lights," Sol chimed in, drawing Jerom in closer to his chest. Jerom couldn't help but stare into those beautiful eyes of his, so bright they were almost glowing... like a light to follow. He found he couldn't look away even if he wanted to, feeling content to just listen to the twins speak to him in turn, one after the other. He didn't care as long as he could just keep losing himself in those eyes.

"Your mind letting go..." "Of all worries and cares..." "No desire to think..." "You surrender your will..." "So lost in your lust..." "You submit to your fate..." "So easy to trust, as you..." "Sleep and obey."

The more the twins repeated the words in perfect rhythm, the more Jerom found himself giving in. It was so easy to surrender his will, those eyes guiding him into submission and obedience. It felt so good to be wanted this way, and his musk-addled mind couldn't find a reason to argue against the ideas being fed to him. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but he was vaguely aware of his own voice shakily repeating the mantra. A small part of him had wondered earlier if he should be concerned, but his collar hadn't done anything hostile so he simply allowed himself to ride the waves of pleasure. He gasped as he felt something slowly slip into his ass, moaning as it stretched him open.

"Already so loose, brother," he heard Badr say approvingly. "Already have three in him and he's begging for more..."

"So slip inside already," Sol said, irritable sounding even in the throes of lust. "Jerom would love to have a big, juicy orc cock inside him right about now, wouldn't he?"

Jerom nodded as he leaned more into Sol's embrace, feeling his hole being pumped slowly and methodically. Feeling it withdraw, he felt almost empty until he felt the fingers return, slicking his hole with some sort of cool substance. It felt oddly relaxing even as it numbed him up a little, and yet he still felt pleasure as the fingers spread him open wider than he thought possible. If he'd been thinking about more than doing anything but what he was doing right now, at least. Sol was keeping him very distracted not only with those eyes of his, but with the exploring the two of them were doing with their tongues inside each others' mouths.

"I think he's ready now," Badr chuckled, reaching around and tweaking a nipple with his free hand while Jerom kept fucking himself on those big, meaty fingers of his. It drove Jerom wild, especially as he was grinding against Sol's cock in the same motion, the mantra repeating in his mind over and over again. He was truly lost in the lust of the moment, finding himself submitting entirely to the twins' desires. When his ass had been sufficiently lubed up by whatever was being used on him, he felt the fingers withdraw again. Before he could process the loss, he felt himself being picked up by Sol, never losing sight of those wonderful eyes as he was guided onto the bed, the furs making his back feel warm and comfortable as Sol slipped to one side of him. Badr was not far behind as he laid down on the other side; even with the two orcs and the human between them, the bed still seemed as if it could fit more. Jerom watched as the two brothers leaned over him and passionately kissed each other, grinding the human between their muscular frames as they did so. He then felt each of his legs being lifted up and over, both brothers moaning into each other's tusks as they drew even closer, sandwiching him even tighter as he felt his cock throb with excitement until they finally broke off the kiss.

"Ready to sleep and obey, Jerom?" one asked. It didn't matter who was doing the asking anymore, he simply nodded as he relaxed further. They could have anything they wanted, as long as he never had to think again. It was such a wonderful feeling, this blissful surrender, that he couldn't even think of a reason to resist it. Deep down, the need to please these two simply intensified, drowning out all other thoughts as those eyes bored down into him as clearly as the sun and moon.

"Then sleep," the other said, and Jerom felt his mind shutting down all rational thought as he felt something big slide inside him, stretching his hole wide. It was so large that for a moment, he feared it would tear him open, but whatever they'd used on his hole seemed to be doing its job in keeping him loose and numb enough to take it. He didn't remember either brother being so large, but then as they both began bucking their hips he realized they were both inside him, sharing his hole as their moans sounded in unison with his own.

"Such a good fucktoy..." "Yes... so submissive and willing..." "So willing to surrender and obey..." "To obey his masters..."

Jerom couldn't help but agree with them. He couldn't really find the will to do anything except agree with them, fucking himself on their combined efforts. What little will he might have had, he could feel leaving him as he repeated the mantra over and over, allowing their words to wrap chains of pleasure around his mind as he was slowly enslaved by their power. Even as he realized what was happening, he found himself insanely turned on by the idea, his eyes beginning to glow gold and silver as he gave in to the eclipse in his mind.

"Jerom, tell us what you want," Sol moaned, nibbling his ear.

"Submit... sleep... obey..." Jerom found himself saying automatically, pausing with each thrust into him. They were slowly fucking him, taking their time as each thrust brought him over the edge again and again, his own tool flopping against his stomach as it soaked him with pre.

"Would you like to wake up, or sink deeper for us into submission and pleasure?" Badr asked, one hand alternating between his sensitive nipples as he teased him.

"Sink..." Jerom answered, feeling as if the choice had been made for him already. Why wouldn't he sink into submission and pleasure for his masters? With that thought, he was lost in pleasure as they began thrusting faster and faster into him, each cock taking turns now as they slid against each other. In his mind it was as if the two orcs were the sun and moon incarnate, gods among men. True or not, that was the reality being pounded into his mind as the two dominated him.

"Surprised that collar hasn't shocked us yet," Sol moaned in pleasure, thrusting deeper with his brother.

"Yes, just makes him... easier to enslave," Badr agreed. "Takes to the magic so well... so willingly..."

With one final thrust, the brothers climaxed, cumming deeply inside Jerom as the human also came from the stimulation of it all. Basking in the afterglow and unable to think, he felt them eventually slide out of him. He felt empty in more than one way, suddenly longing to be used or ordered to do something. Anything, so long as he could submit and obey to his masters as he gazed longingly at each of them. He couldn't think of anything else he'd rather do but spend his days with them, to kneel before them...

"Mmm," said Sol after a while, "do we really have to give him up?"

"Well you know how that collar works. A week only."

"Yeah, for one orc..." Sol argued. "Doesn't say we can't do another week later, after a break."

"True... are you suggesting we take turns? A week for you, a week for me? A cycle?"

"Couldn't hurt to try it. He's such a good slave in the making, I'd love to spend months shaping and molding him..."

"Putting muscle on him, you mean. I'm far more interested in twisting and reshaping that mind of his, maybe add a kink or three..."

"Unfortunately for the both of you," a deep voice boomed with authority, "that's not how any of this works."

With a sudden snap of someone's fingers, green lightning arced out of the collar and coursed over the twins, who quickly jumped off and away from the bed to distance themselves from the painful sensations. Jerom was confused at what was going on, but he felt so tired and weak, the mantra still repeating itself in his mind. He just wanted to submit and obey and...

"Awaken."

The voice was so commanding that the chains surrounding his mind broke apart instantly, allowing him to finally rise out of the fog of his mind. No, wait, he was also being lifted by a set of powerful arms... he felt nice and safe as he was carried out of the tent and set down gently. The fresh air began to clear his head from all the musk, and the sounds of a busy camp started to distract him from the feelings of submission that had been coursing through him just recently. A meaty hand dwarfed one shoulder as Jerom lazily lifted his head, his eyes back to their green hue as the twins' influence finally faded away.

"They'll be fine," he heard the orc chuckle. "They just needed a reminder that we don't enslave humans anymore without their full consent. And they should know better than to even THINK of cheating me like that. Fools. They must really love how naturally submissive you are... heh. Can't say I blame them... you are very attractive."

Jerom blushed, his body hot all over as he remembered what had happened. While he was a bit shocked at just how far he'd been willing to go, magic or not, he was also not... completely opposed to it? He wasn't aware he had such a side to him, but then he'd always let Brendan tie him up from time to time, hadn't he?

"Take some time to adjust, then get dressed," the orc commanded. "Marcus here will take you to my audience chamber when you're ready. Isn't that right, Marcus?"

"Sure, Chief," Marcus said, sitting down next to Jerom. "Is he okay?"

"Oh, he's fine for the most part," the Chief said, laughing. "Enjoyed his time with those two a bit too well, but there's no permanent changes. I don't think they told him what their specialty was, but somehow I don't think he minded. To be fair, it was... extremely arousing. I need a few moments, myself. Almost found myself joining in on their little threesome, hah!"

With that lewd comment, the chieftain leaned in and smiled, cupping his chin with one hand as he guided his gaze upward. Jerom blinked as he took in the sight of a very large orc, bigger even than Warmaster Karo had been. An ornate beard buckle kept his red facial hair looking orderly; the symbol on it must have belonged to the clan or his status, but otherwise it was fairly simple. Following the beard, Jerom looked up the rest of the way and, despite the lewd smirk, he saw the orc's face was full of kindness and... something else? Longing maybe? He wasn't sure.

"You've been having quite a bit of fun in my encampment these past weeks, haven't you?" asked the orc, his violet eyes scanning the human up and down.

"I guess I have been having fun, despite the... circumstances," Jerom admitted, blushing. Looking directly into the orc's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of recognition. "Do I know you? You seem very familiar..."

"You might have seen me during your stay with the Warmaster. I usually come to gawk at the soldiers, despite his protests," the Chief chuckled. "Otherwise, I can safely say I have not yet officially introduced myself to you, as captor to captive. Sorry about the blow to the jaw, by the by, but you were sort of trying to kill my tribe. As you no doubt can tell, everyone here respects my title, despite my distaste for it as a nickname, but you may call me Chief if you absolutely must. Though, Baal-gron is what I go by these days, if you'd prefer a more informal approach. Still, we will have to wait to exchange further pleasantries. You need to spend a bit of time to recover from that experience, and I have some... pressing needs I must attend to..."

Baal-gron laughed as he winked at Jerom, before the massive orc stood and walked away seductively, as if it were a direct invitation to Jerom. Marcus chuckled a bit, protectively wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Jerom watched the handsome orc disappear around the corner.

"He does that," Marcus explained. "Teases you humans. Especially ones like you. Humans don't really like your kind. Call you 'orc fuckers'. What's so bad about fucking an orc though? We're good lovers, you know."

"We have issues," Jerom sighed. "I'm sure you orcs have some problems we humans don't. But humans like to overcomplicate things anyway. Especially if religion or politics are concerned..."

"Mm. Makes sense. Most the humans we capture here start the same way. Glad you're so open to this. It's refreshing."

"That was really the chieftain though?" Jerom asked, curious.

"Yep. Young, I know. Wiser than a lot of our elders were, though. Especially the last chieftain."

"...What happened to the last chieftain?"

Marcus laughed a bit, grinning at the human's curiosity.

"Turned him into a footstool. Sorta. You'll see. You doing okay now?"

"I'm still not sure of everything, but my head's a lot clearer now. Let me get dressed then... though I doubt I can get all clean before I meet with him..."

"I wouldn't worry. He knows. Also not some human noble. Don't even have to get dressed, really. He just suggested it for your modesty."

"Oh... yeah. I don't feel like being ogled at the moment. Especially since that potion's effects aren't completely gone yet..."

"Zro'dun eh? Good alchemist. Smart head on that human's shoulders. I mean orc. Orc's shoulders. Sorry."

Jerom didn't question how Marcus had made such a slip-up, but then he wondered if maybe the orc didn't have a bit of human envy with his 'human name'. Plus, Zro'dun was far from the typical orc, from what he could tell. The man certainly did remind him of a few of the human magi that would sometimes come to the fortress for 'spiritual guidance'. Some even became priests, in the end. He wondered if that wasn't some sort of power move now. The church would be an impressive ally to have on one's side, and would provide a sanctuary to practice magic away from the prying eyes of the public without being deemed a heretic.

"Let's go see your Chief," Jerom said, dismissing it as he pulled his shirt on over his chest, which was still drying from the cum on it. How much had he emptied out of himself already? And yet, he felt like he could keep going... biting his lip, he resisted the urge to lean more into Marcus as the orc rested his hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him through the streets away from the twins' tent.

"Eh, it was worth a shot," Sol grunted painfully, finally emerging from the tent with his brother.

"Yes, it was fun while it lasted," Badr chuckled, before groaning. "How long do you think he was watching for?"

"Knowing how the Chief is?" Sol asked, shrugging. "Likely the whole damn time."

Sitting together, Badr leaned his head against Sol's shoulder, smiling as they comforted each other. Obviously their plan had failed, but the two couldn't help but grow hard at the memories of the experience. It had still been worth it for that alone, and they hadn't truly forced the human to comply, even if they had clouded his judgment just a bit.

"Maybe if he stays, we can go for round two," Sol suggested. "Paladins sure do deny themselves a lot, don't they? Won't be hard to convince that one."

"As you should know," Badr scolded. "We used to enslave them all the time, remember? Most sexually repressed individuals I've ever met. And I've fucked a priest."

"Oh he was a fun one," Sol chuckled, remembering. "Wonder where that one is now?"

"Likely whoring himself out in some brothel, perhaps. I forget where we left him... he was a piece of work, that one."

The two continued to share stories and memories as they recovered. They'd likely be sore for a while, but the collar's magic hadn't disfigured them in the slightest. By all rights they'd probably gotten off easy, if this was their punishment. The Chief must have really enjoyed the show...