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Yariku awoke with a jolt to the awful scrape of metal on metal. The first thing he noticed was the taste of rocky salt in his mouth; the second, that the source of the briny flavor was the floor of a dimly lit expanse of a cave on which he was lying face down with his arms secured by what felt like rope behind his back. The pandaren groaned and blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the blurred orange light in his vision. Slowly it came into focus that along the edges of the cavern there were figures sitting in the shadows; squat little things with glowing eyes like beasts at night, and the distinct giggling and snorting they produced betrayed their race.

Gnolls. How did he get captured by gnolls?

Redridge. He was riding through the mountains, taking a shortcut to reach Loch Modan across the pass. His memory got a bit fuzzy right around the hike just past Lakeshire, where the foothills of Blackrock begin. The little bastards must have sneaked up on him and knocked him out, if the throbbing on the back of his skull was anything to go by. Yariku's mount (a brown bear, ironically) was never very good at discerning dangerous scents when it came to beast races.

There was little time to think about the circumstances, however, as the source of the sound that woke him up ducked into his vision. A burly gnoll, wrapped in hard muscle and tall and stout beyond anything a gnoll should be, was hunched down on his knees and grinning that toothy ear-to-ear grimace the hyena-like beasts always have. He wore only a ragged pair of cloth britches and a leather harness with various weapons fastened to the metal rings. This must be the chieftain; Rockpaw clan, if memory served right.

"You wake, yes?" The gnoll rasped out in broken Common. "No bear people out here much. Why you in clan land?" His tone sounded almost... condescending.

Yariku spit out the pool of saliva that had gathered in his cheek. "Khaz Modan," Yariku grunted, "I was heading to... Khaz Modan." He paused, turning his head to view the surroundings. Rock. Something he might be able to work with... But not with his hands bound. "Why am I not dead?"

"Bear-men sell good. Make tribe good gold," the gnoll said, glancing back to his clansmates, "...you kinda fun lookin', too." The rest of the gnolls cackled that shrill laugh at their leader's words, echoing through the tunnels to amplify the sound. The chief stood up and raised his arms, now fully facing the small crowd like he was a gladiator trying to rile up spectators. Did gnolls even understand sarcasm...? "Look fun, yeah?!"

The gnolls erupted in laughter and baying again, this time much louder. Several of them were hopping about, cheering and vying for their master's attention. Pointing a short finger at a few of them, he beckoned them forward and pulled Yariku up violently by the hair. The bear grunted at the yanking on his scalp, though now in his half-upright position he could see that his armor had been hastily discarded a few meters away from him against the cave wall next to one of the fire pits, with his undergarments being the only thing left in place on his person.

"You name?" The Gnoll growled, his face now level with the bear's.

"Yariku," The pandaren responded, figuring it would be in his best interest to humor his captors for the moment.

"Gnash. Chieftain of Rockpaw," the gnoll reciprocated, though ironically. "You ready for fun?" Yariku didn't know what _fun_meant but gnolls didn't have a history of treating guests to ale and banter.

"I'm a shaman by profession. I could bring this whole cave down on you." He couldn't, but Gnash didn't need to know that. It was a short lived threat, however, as the beast cackled back at him.

"You no do things without wiggling fingers, bear. We know shaman. You totems no work." Gnash waved two of his helpers over with a meaty paw. Yariku was briefly relieved as the smaller ones removed the bindings from his arms and propped him against the cold, stone wall, but the freedom was short lived as the first two held his arms out and pinned against the rock, with the remaining two securing his legs and keeping them spread to avoid kicking.

If they were going to sell him to slavers, he knew they weren't going to kill him. Or, at least, they didn't intend to. Yariku could handle a few cuts, but he didn't trust a bunch of drooling gnolls to know when to stop.

Gnash approached menacingly with a jagged metal axe, like an executioner would before lopping off the head of a misguided soul. He brought it down sluggishly, however, steadying the blade for precision rather than cutting power. The rough metal edges sifted through Yariku's white fur just below his navel, the cold steel seeping heat from his hidden skin. They caught the leather of his undergarments, producing a deep tearing sound that seemed cacophonous over the sudden silence that engulfed the gnolls. Gnash continued to remove the dull clothing with practiced precision,

until only the chill draft of the cavern touched the fur on Yariku's lower regions.

The pack had been silent until that point, when the pandaren's fat white sheath and balls flopped unceremoniously against the rock beneath him. They inched closer, but kept their distance to avoid challenging the chieftain's authority, laughing and shrieking all the while.

This was to be it, then; Humiliation. The innuendo and crude metaphors made sense now, as Yariku lay bare in front of at least thirty pairs of eyes, all fixed upon his now exposed genitals. It was a step up from being butchered, at least.

Gnash stood and faced the throng again, squealing in some bestial tongue at the smallest member. The runty gnoll hurried forward with urgency and knelt in front of his chief, quickly fiddling with the straps of Gnash's trousers and pulling them down to his ankles. They were flung hastily by the gnoll's left leg next to the pile of Yariku's own armor, leaving the well-defined backside of the burly hyena's body prominently on display for the shaman. The smaller one, still kneeling, leaned forward as Gnash turned profile-view for Yariku, allowing him to see the rapid descent of a lengthy, canine tongue deep into the fleshy sheath as the lesser gnoll lapped at the tube like a dog might drink from a pond. The energetic licking had a visible effect on Gnash, and even as his red pillar pierced the violated entrance, the other gnoll continued to work fervently on stimulating the sheath, swirling his tongue around the hidden base of the cock.

It was over shortly, however, as Gnash swiftly kicked the little beast in the stomach, and with a whine, the runt ran back into his spot among the pack, his peers laughing at his mistreatment. Gnash chuckled slightly at the sight before facing the Yariku again.

"Gnash get first taste," the gnoll mumbled to himself, licking his lips and walking back to his position in front of the bound shaman. He held his member in one hand, bobbing it up and down to further maintain his erection. He was getting ready to exert his dominance as the alpha.

He was getting ready to mate.

To Yariku's surprise, however, two more gnolls approached him on either side, almost ritualistically, and reached for his plump sheath as Gnash came to a halt. They quickly and roughly dug their fingers into its tiny black opening, somehow managing to fit a total of four index fingers into the warm tunnel, and slowly stretched the flesh outwards until the nascent bear cock was visible and exposed. It sent a shiver down Yariku's spine, the cool air brushing his most intimate flesh so openly. He gazed back at Gnash curiously, now on all fours in front of him.

"Is this some kind of courtship?" Yariku asked, worry staining his voice.

"Relax, bear-man," Gnash cooed, with a voice uncharacteristically soothing. "This is fun." And with that, the gnoll wedged his face straight into the middle of the opened sheath.

A cold nose against his buried tip was the first sensation to hit, the sudden iciness quelling any erection he might have been achieving. The four gnolls who were stretching the entrance open suddenly released their grip, snapping the now loose opening down around Gnash's muzzle. Hot breath swept over his cock tip and brushed the slimy walls as it exited back around the the gnoll's face, followed by a warm, flat tongue pressing itself firmly against his once again growing member, all the while taking moments to lap at the inside of the sheath. From this position, Gnash could open his jaw slightly to stretch the sheath even further than before, eliciting both pain and a guilty sense of pleasure from Yariku as he was forced to watch his most private of regions become so savagely serviced. The assistants, now without an apparent purpose, rounded their chieftain's body to the rear end and pulled his erect red cock backwards like a mating wolf, both thoroughly attending to its pulsing need. The mob of voyeuristic gnolls cheered and whooped in their own inhumane way, some of them now boldly assisting each other in spilling their seed.

Yariku couldn't hide his physical enjoyment of the act any longer as his ursine rod slowly extended into Gnash's expectant maw. A lashing tongue deftly wrapped itself around the pandaren's cock as it reached further into the canine's mouth. Warm wetness slipped and slid around the stiff rod, with the the occasional adventurous prod into the first few inches of his urethra to taste the bear's musk directly from the source. He slouched a bit as the gnoll worked his bearhood, and was unable to stop from thrusting his hips against the concealed muzzle. He could feel himself reaching full mast, the tapered end of his dick brushing the gnoll's throat. Gnash then shifted as though he were preparing to stand, but not before he opened his mouth in a wide yawn and parted the enlarged opening of the pandaren's sheath to an obscene size. As needle-like pain shot through Yariku's body, he half expected his sheath to be torn; and yet, it held, even as Gnash withdrew his pre-soaked muzzle from the shaman's front passage and licked the fluids from his nose. Yariku felt his sheath shrink down, but despite 9 inches of red, tapered bear cock now openly standing in that space, the feeling of breezy looseness remained.

Gnash righted himself, the two assisting gnolls stepping off to the side before they received the same punishment the first had, and barked orders at the four captors, gripping his own red cock behind the knot to keep it from slipping back into his sheath. Yariku was brought down to the ground on his back, erection bobbing lewdly as Gnash straddled his torso. His crimson pillar jutted out above Yariku's snout, dripping gooey ropes of musky seed onto the pandaren's awaiting face. Quickly, he shut his eyes to avoid the slimy substance from blinding him, but he could do nothing about the drops that leaked through his lips and onto his teeth. It tasted as potent as it smelled, clearly bestial in composition and certainly stronger than most ales he'd sampled to the point that he gagged a bit as it hit his tongue. Not obvious enough to offend the chieftain, but enough to make Yariku flinch.

There was little time to mull over the flavors of gnoll cum, however, and more time to pay attention to the veiny red cock sliding over his slackened black lips. The gnoll sat on his knees, placed on either side of the pandaren's face as he dragged that engorged knot over his victim's muzzle.

"Tongue. Now," Gnash barked, clearly less interested in mocking propriety and more intent on getting his dick wet. Yariku wasn't unfamiliar with handling a man's piece -he'd had his fair share of erotic encounters during his travels, and not always with beings on two legs- but these savages were a step short of rank. The mixed scent of other males was obvious, and the taste wasn't entirely of the natural lubricant from his sheath. Yariku scrunched his nose in disgust as he timidly ran his ursine tongue along the underside of Gnash's cock and hoped that from the gnoll's new position on all fours (so that he could thrust, if one were to guess) left him unable to see his disdain. His tongue cleared the tip and, curving his lips, swallowed his pride and the gnoll's erection in one motion. He felt Gnash growl in pleasure as his dick was taken somewhat skillfully down to the knot and back again, the thrusting making the little motion Yariku was capable of enough to jerk the throbbing cock. It was not unlike taking in a worgen, as his experience told him; quick, savage, and left one's jaw sore from the pounding. This creature, however, would not be so empathetic to the bear's discomfort, as was made apparent when he reached an arm back behind Yariku's head and slammed him forward until the knot passed his lips.

"Sheath," Gnash panted, a slight quiver in his voice. "Tongue. Sheath."

Yariku winced. If Gnash's cock was that rank, he could only imagine what the inside of that furry tube was going to taste of. He wouldn't have to wonder for long, though; a brief moment of resolution later, and his tongue slipped underneath Gnash's manhood and into that damp confinement.

He paused for a moment, stifling the need to gag. The taste was so strong; potent. Muskier than he had anticipated, which helped a little considering the other possibilities lying in there. He pursed his lips around the back of the knot as he imitated what he had seen the small gnoll do earlier, swishing the hidden base of Gnash's cock vigorously. It pulsed in his mouth, Gnash shivering above him while he used his lips to tug the knot slightly.

Just as he prepared himself for the oncoming waves of canine semen, a sharp pain shot through his face and forced him to spit out the chieftain's dick. A raucous wave of mocking laughter surged through the onlooking crowd; he had been slapped, apparently, and now Gnash, still on all fours, crawled backwards until his hips aligned with Yariku's and his face sat roughly in front of the bear's own. Out of his peripheral vision he spotted the same two gnolls from earlier approach from the sides. They once again reached for their chief's member, but angled it just beneath Yariku's own pink spear and pulled the slack skin over Gnash's red tip. This was the reason for the initial foreplay, it seemed. To have one's manhood taken like a female.

"You come into Gnash's Territory," the gnoll growled accusingly, thrusting suddenly into the base of Yariku's cock. "You follow Gnash's rules." Another thrust. "You see female here? No." Obscene squelching noises accompanied the red member being swallowed by Yariku's sheath. The rest of the clan had advanced close enough to touch, almost, some reaching out and briefly pulling, licking, and playing with the bear's exposed testicles. "You make gold for Gnash, yes; but you give mating first. No care if male or female. You holes belong to Gnash." The gnoll picked up his pace, his member slipping around inside Yariku's stuffed sheath and crashing into the meaty base of his baculum. His own cock was sandwiched between his soft belly and Gnash's hard abs, the thrusting motion unintentionally jerking him off as well. He felt the gnoll shiver and tense as he crammed his knot past the frontal entrance and came hard. White, slippery gnoll seed filled up his nether region and shot past Gnash's own, with nowhere to go but out. Easily, he could have filled that small space three times over, each previous wave soaking their hips as it erupted from the pressure inside and pooled beneath them. When the storm had passed, Gnash's knot was fully swollen and tied behind the black ring of Yariku's sheath. The gnoll tried to stand, pulling the pandaren's hips upwards. The weight of the bear against the knot pulled it painfully free with a loud pop, followed by another eruption of white semen that sloshed inside his sheath as his hips fell back down. Gnash dipped a finger into the pool and licked the goo off as he turned to his encircling throng, and walked calmly away.

The moment Gnash parted from Yariku, the rest of the gnolls were left unrestrained, and were soon upon him in a flurry of claws, tongues, tips, and knots. He felt knees jutting into his ribs as the beasts tried to find stable footing so that they could more comfortably slam their rods into any hole they could find. One had straddled him, enthusiastically snaking his tongue into Yariku's mouth to lock muzzles with the squirming bear. Hidden behind his faux lover, he could feel a multitude of muzzles slobbering over his abused rod. There was no heed for caution in such a hysteria, and he winced every time a canine found its way into his maleness, though the encompassing warmth and rapid tongues quickly brought him to the shamefully wonderful orgasm that Gnash had denied him.

As the ropes of white pandaren semen rained down, a sick game of King of the Hill had arisen between the gnolls near his groin, each fighting the other for a position to taste his essence straight from the tap. Yariku's eyes rolled back as the ecstasy of his orgasm pulsed through his body, moaning into the muzzle of the gnoll on his chest. His hips bucked as wildly as they were allowed

beneath the weight of the crowd, some of the weaker gnolls settling to clean out Gnash's cum from his sheath rather than fight for the tip. However, in their haste, they had made one mistake.

Yariku's arms were now free.

Grasping a handful of dirt, the shaman hastily called the spirits of earth lying dormant beneath the cavern, raising himself onto a plateau that pushed the clamoring beasts away. The creature on top was not as fortunate; a quick, ursine hand wrapped itself around his throat before his fur stood on end as he was shocked violently by elemental lightning, and hurled to the side. Yariku righted himself once he was beyond their reach, looking down to see a horde of now angry gnolls rushing for their weapons. He called the wind to his feet, that they may move fast and swift as a squall, and dove forward with lightning speed towards his discarded armor. His feet sliding down the edge of his crafted mountain charged the air with static, and upon reaching the bottom the first gnoll to grab him was quick to be fried by the crackling energy. Yariku dashed past the rest of the throng and quickly snatched up his armor, now heading for the light of the cave entrance. The rumbling sound of charging gnolls would have been frightful had he not been certain that none would be able to reach him now. The angered howls of what could only be Gnash echoed from the rear of the group as he surely watched his captive escape to freedom.

Yariku breached the mouth of the cave into blindingly bright sunlight, shielding his eyes as he skidded to a stop. He gathered his breath, raised the palm of his free hand towards the ceiling of the cave, and began to mutter in Kalimag. The sound of padded feet stomping their way towards the tunnel opening grew louder, but not as quickly as the rumbling of shifting earth that soon drowned out their chase. A thunderous crack echoed through the mountains; the stone forming the gaping maw of Gnash's den now split in twain and collapsing to seal the tunnel. Yariku collapsed onto his haunches and watched the dust clear and pebbles roll by to settle some ways away from his hand-made cataclysm. There were other entrances to those caverns, no doubt, but with any luck they were few and far off.

The pressing issue of being slaughtered was now over and done. Yariku dusted himself off, collecting his armor as he prepared to redress himself.

The mail shirt he had been wearing was hacked almost in two; it was repairable, but certainly not something he could wear currently. His boots were still intact, as were his gloves, with nothing but minor dents and scratches, and his single shoulderguard had not been touched in the slightest. But most disconcerting were his trousers; or, rather, the lack thereof. They were likely still in the cave, either dropped during his hasty retreat or carried off somewhere further into the tunnels to be re purposed to fit a gnoll's frame. This left a pressing dilemma; either trek back inside those clammy caverns and locate a nondescript pair of pants, or hope that he could explain to the people of Lakeshire why he was clad in nothing but gloves, boots, and a few leather straps covering miniscule parts of his torso. He had worked his way out of indecent exposure before (though barely; Binan Village has little tolerance for public nudity), and although humans were notoriously conservative on the matters of exhibitionism, there was only one clear option; Call his mount back to him on the voice of the wind, and make the journey back to civilization.

Naked.