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Insidethedungeoninterrogation roomof the Nightstalker fortress, inthe heartof the most powerful orcempirewas not where one of their enemies would ever want to be found. _ It could be quite unpleasant. _

Thetoweringsteel citadelstood in the heart of the Skullgate clan's walled-off dominion.It served as a towering reminder of the Skullgate clan's might and architectural skill. From the outside it remained stoic and powerful, a silent sign of the Skullgate clan's strength. It was not until one stepped not only inside but down several flights of stairs that they'd begin entering the catacombs of the fortress' dungeon.Like a glacier the building held hidden secrets, especially in its underbelly where its tunnel of passagesand cells housed unwelcome guests.

The ferocity of the Skullgate clan meant they took few prisoners but on this day ifone to traveldeep underground and into the fortress' belly they'd hear the yelling and groans of some poor sap.

Xalander strode down the stone torch lit hall withbrisk pace. Ahead of himthe guarded door where the labored moans of the Nightstalker's prisoner could be heard.

Nightstalkers, the elite group served as the intelligence-gathering, scout and covert army of the massive Skullgate clan. Only the best, brightest, and most powerful of their race could consider joining in their ranks of brotherhood.

His brisk stride slowing Xalander stopped just short of the dooras the guardsman stood up alert. The greenskin wearing only his armored leggings and 'skull' mask observed who approached and upon recognition planted a solid fist to his chest, saluting his superior.

Xalander nodded at the half clothed greenskin who resumed a more casual stance. Behind the door anther low labored moan filtered out.

"_How long have they been working?"_Xalander spoke in orcish, the language low and guttural.

"All day, every day, per your command; the prisoner is usually allowed breaks but today he had none."

"If you wish to speak with the prisoner... __tis_ his session is halfway throug h. If you desire to come back_."

Xalander nodded. " __T_ hat won't be necessary. I'll oversee the last portion. You let the den mates know they will have their_ pup tonight and send one of them down here to collect."

The guard gave a brief nod before stepping aside, allowing his superior access to the door and set himself off on his task.

Grasping the handle Xalander lifted the lever that allow the door to creek open. He promptly let himself in greeting their bound prisoner.

Alow gutturalsigh passed his lips as Xalanderentered, passing in the room, it was like walking into the gates of hell.Instant radiate heatwas feltwhiletheair becameripe with raw musk. Usually theinterrogation room wasn't built for proper air drafting, just enough forthe fire that was built in the hearth along the back wall. It was small but provided a low amber colored light. The lowly lit, flickering of shadowscast on the walls punctuated the intense atmosphere.

Xalanderfelt himself well with a small sense of pride. The prisoneror better saidhis'guest'was a true emerging orc buck.Quite big for his size,he was strong with his jaded upper frame curved rightaround the shoulders and arms with proud pectoral slabs on his chestand globularbiceps. Despite his adult size theprisoner wasstill quite ayoung oneretaining his youthful exuberance and body fat from being, no doubt, a well fed cub.

His short black hair was matted with sweat and he laid out on his back atop a thick woodtableonly knee height with its legs having been removed.Asoft padded cushion was provided for his head but the rest of the orc's limbscuffed with ironmanaclesgripping his wrists and feet. Eachwere hoisted in the air, spread apart by taut, pullingchains that hook linked from the ceiling.

Looking down with a welcominggrin Xalander savoredthe view. The buck was an exquisite capture. Very rare to come across an untamed buck this size.Xalanderunderstood the buck to be a peasant farmer from a nearby human town. In a few summers he'd be fully matured and become, no doubt a behemoth of their mutualrace.

His guest'swhole body was soaked from sweat with active beads coursing down the curvature of the orc'sarms, pecs and built legs. The buck was built like an ox, or another animal the young orc used to toil his days with.Mostprominently displayed thoughwasthe buck's orctail, bigger than anyXalanderhad seen before, it stood obscenely erect.

Xalander let himself take a few steps back as he watched the two working guards go about their business. The two were brutes. Both just a hair bigger than their prisoner, they were still both older, grizzled, hairy and barely registered their superior taking audience.

Across slab one bearish guard was kneeling at their guest's side. The buck trembled seemingly knowing what was to come as the guard but all to gingerly reached for a glass jar. Pulling two fingers inside he scooped out a helping of cooled oil fat and smeared the white viscous muck along his already greasy hands. The chains clanked as the young orc buck pulled at his limbs, trying to wriggle himself back.

Xalander could see why there was commotion. Below the bound orc and his exposed loins looked like he had already suffered through several luxuriously lavish helpings of the coating process.

Was it enough?

Xal didn't have that much time to ponder as the unsympathetic guard refused to relent making it obvious the young orc buck was getting another helping.

The guard's hands applied the healthy gelatinous dollop evenly to both of his mitts. Then unceremoniously he reached for the prisoner's groin and generously began to apply the oily substance directly to the buck's fattened ball sack. The guard's hearty palms taking great care to flush on the orbs one at a time. Sludge squeezing between the fingers as they hooked to fully cup the male's molested scrotum. The guard was methodical as any of the slime that worked its way down was re-collected and re-thoroughly applied.

Theshakingyoung buck gavea stifled groan, and weak sob. Xalander would've assumed the young cub was too exhaustedto fight back, instead he witnessed the orc feverishlytake his attempt at release twisting his abdomen,whilethrustinghis hips into the air.Sweat beads tossed up as he went about thrustingup his cock into nothing.Hisshaft'sdesperategirth swaying perversely smackingon the orc's belly.It'sbeginning fluids that had emerged flung,landing instripsup the young one'sfront.

The chains clanked as the prisoner worked his body desperately wanting more, all while the guard's fat oil covered hands did their assailing work.

The flurry wouldend after several sexual agonizing moments with the young orc cub mentally and physically drained. Heresignedback and settled tothesensually rubbing, giving a saddened moan. The guard offered onlya condescending acknowledgment,nodding andpettingthe cub's softened fat layeredbelly before fully resuming his hands work on the exposed sack.It wasn't long before their prisoner'senlarged cock tipstarted again withclear oozepooling anew around theforeskin enclosed glands before the muck wouldsyrup dripdown the shaft's underside.

The second guard had himself seated at the top corner of the table. Perched on a tall chair the orc was able toreclineproperly resting his largenakedfeet on the prisoner'schestas if he was having a properbreak.

Xalander smirked as the bastard guard's bare feet planted square atop the young orc's chest with his sets of toes curling and uncurling.They smelled strongand looked as if they'd just been ripped from the guard's boots after a hard days work with its unique cheesy smells ripening the room. Theyalmost made Xalander's eyes water, the black haired buckwas getting the full force of it.

Asthisguard acknowledged Xalander's presence with a nodhe motioned silently to the prisoner and lifted his top foot. Planting the perspiringwall of his footdown he fed the buck his sole, coveringhis whole face. Fat toes curling around the chin while his foot'supper padscovered the cub's mouth, mufflingthe moan that emerged underneath.

Xalander felt intrigued at the cub's reaction. It looked like this particular type of play was one of young one's desires. The way his hands would strain, how his big uncut meat throbbed, how he deliciously wriggled in his trapped spot. It was obvious the buck enjoyed feet and when likely discovered the guards ruthlessly victimized him with their soiled sweaty soles.

All the same a part of him did feel bad. If his guard was correct it had been like this for the poor young orc for nearly a month. Of course the poor tormented orc couldn't realize his importance to Skullgate clan and the role he'd serve in its survival. None of this was meant to be torment, but the cub needed to become adjusted for what he was about to truly face and the important turn his life was about to take.

The buck needed training and the two guards were honestly doing him a huge favor. Each of the two guards were expert interrogators, trainers and breakers of will and the two of them were the best hands the buck could be in per his situation.

Expertly the first guard seemed to finish massaging. His hands stayed though. With an almost tenderness his fingers lifted the orbs, feeling their full pent up need. He rolled each taking time to luxuriously work the darkened green pouch. Making sure it glistened with animal fat before resuming another dollop from the jar. This time, spreading the muck around the forcefully exposed inner thighs of their prisoner with his big hands coaxing tenderly along the quaking flesh.

The second orc grinding his foot down lifted his second and joined it, squelching the wall of a wet curved sole meat down along side his first. Both hearty feet cocooned around the young orc's head, each sole side-by-side riding along the blubbering, moaning face. Xalander sure enough realized it was all to further tease the young greenskin who obviously enjoyed the orc feet mashings enough to let out a loud moan. The guard's sole quickly covered the mouth but the buck's frame shook.

Stepping back instantly the first guard loudly cursedat the other and watched fearful that all their hard work was about to be ruined. The buckpulledat his chains. They clanked and pulled taut fromhisfists balling up while his own smooth soles arched and toes curled in the exposed air. Both guards fixed their gaze at the shaft at the centerthat throbbed several times, the glands a bright dark purple.

Xalander's brow furrowed at the dramatic scene.

Several globs of clear goo spurted up and splatted down the heaving chestbefore the cubcalmed, his much desperately needed sexual climaxapproachingclose but never truly arriving. As if traumatized at being so close this time his body went slack, truly giving up.

"Have to be careful." The guard spoke in orcish. His speech guttural and coarse. He walked around the table to his superior while using a cloth to clean his hands. "Working the pup _,__ f_eeling his body. He can't last beyond tonight."

Xalander nodded. "Tonight is last night. He's ready" But he was brought to pause. "No release at all?" Xalander inquired crooking his tusked maw to a half grin.

"Giving rubbings and all kinds of teasings, but no finish." The guard responded. He offered a bastard-evil grin looking back at the prisoner below. "First few days the cub was scared. Struggled when the rubbings began. Worked his feet, stroked that piece of bull meat he's got between his legs. Talked in human a lot, surely asking us to allow him to release."

Xalander nodded towards the wall where chains and whips were held on a shelf."The cub need any punishment in his stay?"

The guard smirked and shook his head. "No. A few close calls. He __don't speak our tongue. The poor pup doesn't know what this is all about. He needs to be restrained during sleep. We have to hand feed him during feedings. All to make sure the pup can't touch himself while pleasured and mind fogged, but_ c an't do this for much longer sir."_ The guard almost sounded worried. _" Tonight when he dream,_ it'll __enough to make him release like a cub in bed."

Behind them both the buck squirmed noticeably. Xalander rubbed his hands feeling horribly guilty. " __I'd like to calm our guest to relax. He's not here to be tormented."

"Sir...." The guard said in a tone that showed respect. He had great pride in the accomplishment of keeping the buck on edge all this time but also concern. "Any feelings can easily push the cub. All work lost. Would need to do again."

Xalander nodded and stepped closer walking up to the knee height, laid out prisoner. At once the second guard nodded. The hairy male giving one final pressing rub along the cub's face he pulled himself back. Collecting himself out of the chair he stepped aside.

The prisoner's tired face looked defeated. He rubbed his lips with his tongue. His eyes were clenched shut but parting them they could make out the bleary silhouette of a new figure. Xalander could tell he was the only other orc the young prisoner had seen other than the two guards since his arrival.

Open pleading fear crept across the orc's face as Xalander lowered himself, kneeling at the young orc's head. The nobility clad greenskin gripped a flask from his side and planted a palm, scooping behind the buck's head. Helping him tilt up before he could fully jerk away.

"Easy there pup." Xalander murmured in slow English causing the young greenskin to take pause and look surprised.

His voice was croaked and weakened. "You-you speak ...s-same'" He was cut off though as Xalander pressed the opening of his flask at his lips between his lower tusks.

"Yuh. I speak 'human' tongueenough cub. Now drink. Water help yer throat."

Xalander did speak English. Not well, but enough for hisprizedguestbelow.For the buckany type of fight to be had long left him in his stay. Accepting the drink he took a tentative gulp, then proceeding to see it actuallywas clean water and gulpedthe flask down. Xalander rotated his wrist allowing for each drop to be offered before the flash was properly emptied out. Then soothingly rubbedthe orc's forehead, wipingthe sweat from the male's brow, preventing any dropsfrom stinging the young one's eyes.

"Sorry- I'msorry." The buckoffered. His voice more clear with his thirst being sated. "N-no more, please don't hurt me. No more hurts...."

Xalander furrowed his brow as the orc started to go on about entering into Skullgate territory for hunting. The buck was merely afarm hand, a common laborer. All of this was likely too intense to take.

Xalander eased back the flask and tenderly stroked the side of the cub's face. "No. No apologies from yuh. You not been hurt."

This caught the young orc off guard as he looked about at his hands and craned his neck down at his frame. He wanted to retort but Xalander cut him off.

"Yuh bein trained cub, not bein' punished. Tell Xal what yer name..."

The soothing words were kind & low. The young orc gulped. "Sam. Master's named me Samuel."

Xalander only raised a brow at the apparent human themed name but then crooked his tusked mouth into a small grin. "Sammy you bein safe with us an yer new brothers."

The orc below gulped once more. "What are you training me for?"

The kneeling dignitary sat himself on his heels and placed a full palm on the orc's powerful chest. This elicited a whimper. Xalander rubbed only softly feeling along the proud muscular pectorals.

"Sammy, are yuh knowin of the Nightstalker warrior?"

Sam took a moment take the words in before nodding. He had heard of them. They were the stuff of lore, stories told when he had grew up. The thing of nightmares to everyone from his village from orc cub to human knight.

"They're scary, and big. They took me in the night. To here."

A bemused chuckle rolled from the orc above. "They ain't scary." Xalander took pause then corrected himself. "Well not so for Sammy. Yuh gonna be part of their family. They gonna love, an protect yuh."

The young orc tried to make sense as his captor went on. "They big though...an strong. You're big and strong too." Xalander let a hand creep up to feel up one of the bond out stretched arms. "Clan needs more. More for future. More for protection our kind against humans."

Sam could sense this was leading to a point. A direction the young orc didn't like. He shook his head. "Please, let me go. I was just hungry. I won't hunt no more..."

Xalander leaned in calmly looking at their prisoner, meeting him in the eye. "We know of you. Sammy on the human farm. Yelled at, being hit with human's whip, worked over, and poorly paid. Yuh never problem with hunting on Skull lands. There was enough food for yuh there. But Nightstalkers watch over while yuh hunt since start."

Sam's face paled. He'd been hunting alone since he was a true cub. Xalander nodded at the buck.

"Make sure yuh don't get lost. Make sure yuh find game. They watch and see how big yuh got Sammy. An they know how big a pup like yuh is gonna get. So they wait for ya, till Sammy became a proper buck."

Xalander voice sounded soothing when he tried offering, "When yuh captured yuh was hunting for food, but Nightstalkers was huntin for yuh."

Sam whimpered but he had little time to reply as the door's handle clanked. It swung open and a large body let himself in.

Xalander knew for his prized guest below the sight of the hulking orc that entered was likely a daunting sight. Still fully clad in his darkened gear the Nightstalker towered above the rest in the room by a full head. The titan sized greenskin was broad, strong and still clad in his full armor, being retrieved after his evenings patrol. Even underground, even inside their territory the lone warrior was still adorned with his full blackened skull mask, hiding his face. It allowed for only his pointed ears, shoulder length hair and piercing yellow eyes behind the mask's sockets to be seen. The door shut behind and the tall beast walked close, looking directly down at the young orc below.

The buck closed his eyes, turning his head giving another audible whimper.

"Yuh want yer chains off?" Xalander tried offering.

Below the young orc didn't respond as if drawing into himself mentally. But Xalander pressed in a low softened voice, again stroking the orc's chest for a calming effect.

"Sammy, gonna get arms and legs freed. Will yuh be a good pup an relax proper if I do?"

Sam turned his head. He could see behind as the two guards were setting themselves to work on the monstrous sized orc warrior. The large male didn't part his gaze from Sam as the two underlings unfastened the beast's large boots, removing his armored tunic, undoing his breaches. Bit by bit until more of the Nightstalker's impressive muscle packed frame became more exposed.

Xalander himself stepped up, pulling away from the bound buck. He started at the feet, tenderly palming each sole with his hand while uncuffing the clasp that held around his ankle. "Yuh got none ta fear. This here is captain one of the guard packs. The pack that been watching over yuh Sam. He's been interested in meetin yuh. Yuh are gonna get close, be good friends."

Sam gave a sigh of relief as his limbs lowered but none of what Xalander offered made the perversely sexually tormented orc feel any better. "T-thank you sir."

The orc shook his head. "I ain' no sir for Sammy. Yuh should call me Xal."

"Ya got the wrong warrior though." The buck offered in a feeble voice. "I ain't a warrior. Lots of orcs like fighting at the village. Some are big, an be interested in wanting to help your clan. I c-can't fight, I don't know how."

Xalander went about to the strung up wrists, setting them free. With the final cuff unclasped he pulled the orc's palm into both his own.

"Yuh was already bein trained for what we need ya for." Xalander gestured towards the buck's still painfully erect cock. "Yuh ain't gonna be warrior. Too old to train ta fight, however yuh is gonna give us lots."

The final thud from the Nightstalker's garments fell and the naked herculean greenskin stepped forward. Mountainous pecs, stacked arms, fat tree-trunk thighs and a meaty hairy torso. The elite warrior still kept his mask on his face but the buck could see exactly what all the torment had been for. In the darkened room, in the flickering light he could see the giant creature wasn't a full male. Between the Nightstalker warrior's thighs was a flat, blubbery cunt!

Sam could smell the Nightstalker's musk, with the aroma of the needy sex filling out the room well. The towering fiercsome monstrosity was a cuntorc in raw heat.

His shaft spasmed with need but his mind tried to fight, knowing the full weight of what he was in for. Weakened he still tried to sit up, but the poor buck never stood a chance as the Nightstalker immediately advanced. Big clomping feet stepped up onto the slab where the smaller orc laid out. The heavy set brute's stepped a massive thigh over Sam's waist and the cuntorc lowered himself, half sitting on male's belly.

The smaller orc gasped at raw heat and radiated from the titan, especially between his legs. There was no chance he'd be given to squirm away as the Nightstalker silently went about reaching and planted his oversized mitts on the buck's chest and shoulders. Even being unbound the smaller orc seemed defenseless as the palms worked to knead along his developing chest. Fingers felt along his nipples before turning to cup under his armpits. A affectionate growl exhaled behind the Nightstalker's fearsome mask.

Xalander knew this moment would be the true indication if the buck would be a proper fit for his new role and the noble orc spread a tusked smile at seeing the young one respond positively. The Nightstalker roused the buck's pent up desires more. The smaller orc's hands even tentatively reaching up to feel along the Nightstalker's strong hairy torso. The warrior seemed happy to oblige the young one even bouncing his pillowy pectorals in a teasing fashion.

The two orc's hand rubbings became more passionate and the larger warrior finally pressed himself down. Sam gave an embarrassed squeak as the warrior covered him with his larger frame. The two became fully entangled in a lover's embrace, with the Nightstalker's powerful arms pulling the buck to his chest. The warrior's legs, meanwhile, had spread pressing his perfectly positioned sex directly atop the buck's loins.

"Xal..." Sam started. His head was craned as the Nightstalker rubbed his masked face affectionately into the nape of young orc's exposed neckline. "I don't think can...I want too so bad... but to be a pa after this. With a cub..."

Xalander shook his head and walked around the pair. "I am disagreeing." He could see the buck's leaking shaft throbbing in still desperate need. The top of the foreskin enclosed tip was held fully betwix the plumb warrior's labial folds. The Nightstalker mercilessly teased his hindquarters, rubbing his heated dripping sex along the shaft. The young orc's glands enlarged from it, leaking another line of clear beginning fluids. The Nightstalker's folds seemed to blossom open with the inner walls of his sex drooling juices on the pressed upon shaft, indicating the beast's raging heat.

"Sammy pup thinks too much..." The noble orc said.

Reaching himself Xalander bent at the waist and started undoing the bindings to his boot. "Must get past these thoughts. Listen to yuh body instead."

Xalander's naked musky foot pulled free from its enclosed quarters. Then standing fully up he planted his own fleshy sole directly down on the buck's shaft.

This caused the young orc to give a loud groan. The buck tried to move his hips, his mind still unwilling to grasp he was going to breed this affectionate masked monster. No matter where h positioned the Nightstalker's hips followed and the wall of flesh that was Xal's large unrelenting foot iron-pressed all the firmer.

Xalander relished as he lifted his foot watching the cock bounce free before stomping on it again, and again. He took great care to mush the tip more and more into the perfectly aligned cunny opening. All the while Sam was attempting to protest between moans.

Finally when the buck was a blubbering mess under the nuzzling cuntorc Xalander clenched his toes just under the buck's glands, pulling the foreskin to fully roll down. The young orc's mushroom crown became fully unprotected and with pressure building from those toes Xalander forced the utterly defenseless cock to 'plop' inside the tight buttery red-fleshed confines. At once the walls of the cuntorc's pussy latched causing both the buck and the Nightstalker to moan out in pleasure.

Xal watched with full satisfaction as the buck seemed to give a few final attempts to pull out. The bottom cusp of his bulbous crown becoming partially re-emerged from the cunt's entrance in a few short strokes. However it was soon fully swallowed up by the tightly gripping sex, with the Nightstalker aiding sitting his beefy wide hips on the buck's smaller lap, ensnaring the cock within his tight protective core.

Tear's streamed out of the Sam's eyes from the raw intensity of his situation. They streamed down his cheek, which the Nightstalker took notice too. Easing up his mask just enough he licked away the salty droplets with his lengthy saliva coated tongue.

Xalander's upper foot massaged down at the base of the buck's shaft, rubbing his sole along the bloated ball sack. The seconds passed like this. Xalander determined to make sure the young buck gave in fully to their clan and accept his role.

It was not a long wait.

The buck had become undone and giving in he embraced the warrior above fully and started humping up. Taking his sexual desires on that offered cunt, savoring the exquisite feel.

"Jus yuh think about it... ain' gonna be one pup ya bear for yer clan Sammy, but lots an lots." Xalander could see the buck's mental state was good and gone. He went on further, helping the buck understand his situation.

"There's a whole den of Nightstalkers that want ta breed with yuh. A whole pack yuh gonna treat proper when they come in heat."

Young Sam and the large Nightstalker truly became one. Rutting like animals before their audience both grunted rocking and thrusting in the small interrogation room. It was soon filled with the sounds of wet flesh smacking into each other while low labored breaths and growls mixed in-between.

In a sign of affection the Nightstalker went so far as to gingerly begin licking his slobbery tongue along the buck's mouth. Sam had no choice but to accept the fat rubbery lips chew their way into a sloppy tusked kiss.

When Sam felt that large tongue muscle its way through his gums he'd truly lost himself. Groaning out, biting on the offered worming tongue he felt himself release as euphoria blasted up and down his frame.

Xalander could feel the ball sack draw up, and the base of the orc's shaft throb under his planted sole. Like a orc dying of thirst suddenly being tossed into a cool spring Sam was finally was getting the release all the days worth of torment had built up for. The base of the buck's shaft throbbing, the bulging underbelly of his shaft swelling as torrents of seed ran up his cock and directly into the heated sex that claimed him.

*******

The leviathan Nightstalker was standing proud, nurturing Sam to his hairy, bulging chest. The small orc had completely passed out and being fully cradling the monstrous green warrior had full access to possessively rub the buck up and down his sweating body. Sam had surprised all in the room with his stamina, only passing out after his fifth round of coupling with the titan-sized cuntorc.

"Sammy belongs to us now?" The warrior asked in flat English. It was the first he had spoken all evening.

Xalander nodded. "All yours. Your den mates will treat him well, yeh?"

The elite creature nodded his masked face. "Got lots to learn. Lots of training, but will be safe, will be treated well. Will be loved an will learn to love in turn."

Xalander gave an approving look and planted his hands on his hips. "Yuh want me to prepare a bed for the pup? Sammy should have nice place to sleep."

The Nightstalker back had already turned. Carrying his possession flush to his body with the bare creature's back and sculpted rump disappeared down the darkened hallway. "The pup's sleeping with me first few nights. Then when he meets den pack, he'll sleep in all beds."

That drew a low laugh from the Xalander. Shaking his head at the successful conversion he looked about the room casting a glance between the slackened manacles that hung from the ceiling and the two very pent up guards. Both were sporting throbbing tents that stained the fabric of their breaches. Giving a cocky smirk to them Xalander started to undo his vestments. "You know I'm intrigued at what went on with our guest."

The two bearish orcs looked between each other then at their superior.

"Why don't you give me a full taste."

Realization crept upon the two guards in the form of wide perverse grins. Each advanced while undoing the belt of their pants.

"Sir it would be our honor."