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** The Orc Invasion**

Mountstead was a rather peaceful little mining town hidden deep in the mountain range that served as a boarder for the great human kingdom of Arlian. Nestled within one of the countless small valleys between of the largest peaks the simple village was known to be one of the greatest strongholds in the entire country. The main reason why Mountstead was so well protected was because of the nearly one hundred and fifty miners, metalworkers, and blacksmiths that called the quaint little mount side town their home. Good and strong men who devoted to their trades and little else save for a good meal at the inn located in their town and the occasional dalliance with the fair women of the bordello in the small town near the closest mountain’s base.

There was one man among these numbers however who had just a little more on his mind thought. A person who as well as working within the many mines of the town also acted as the foreman in charge of all the workers and Mountstead’s mayor. His name was Garrison Bartram and the greatest thing he was known for was his grouchy nature and unreasonable attitude. A fowl state of being that had come from the immense workload that so irritable that he was often called an ogre by the men who worked under him.

That wasn’t the truth though, at least not how he saw it. Garrison was just weathered by his long life and experiences down in the mines. It wasn’t his fault that he had long ago give up the silly pretenses of being charitable and tolerant of the idiots he employed. Speaking of idiots, there was one particular idiot that day who had earned his latest bout of burning ire. One who would pay for daring to upset him once he found out where his fat little ass was hiding.

Stopping first at one of the many bunkhouses that the workers used when not doing their jobs the baldheaded elderly man quickly went about entering. That is to say he raised his foot high into the air midst ride and gave the front door to the building a hard kick without even slowing down. The thin wooden barrier bursting open with great force to bang against the wall it was attached to.

Jumping at the loud slam of their door reached them, the men within the bunkhouse who had been preparing for a well earned rest after their night shifts all gave startled yelps and snapped to attention as Garrison appeared and let loose a might shout that nearly deafened them in the process.

“Where the blazes is that overweight bastard Stalward?!” Garrison roared out. “Little shit was supposed to report at mine forty-five this morning and never turned up!”

Fear evident in their faces as their mine boss glared at each of them expecting an answer the night shift fearfully turned to one another hoping beyond hope that someone would have the response that the older man wanted to hear. As it was, it seemed that no one knew however, everyone nervously motioning for their neighbor to say something until one unwilling volunteer was shoved to the forefront to face the angry beast in their midst.

“Maybe the boy’s over in one of the barns sir?” The gruff looking, but oddly timid acting man said. “You know Landon. He… he loves animals and sometimes sleeps in the hay during his midday break.”

Garrison seemed to mull over his man’s frightened words for a moment or two, fingers scratching the short gray goatee on his face, before he gave a curt nod of thanks and left, the older man quickly storming his way back out of the bunkhouse and onto the streets once more much to the relief of everyone inside of the bunkhouse.

“What do you think Landon did?” One miner wondered. “Garrison looked angrier than usual.”

A huff of amusement came next. “Didn’t you hear?” Someone else asked. “He caused an incident down in the mines with that royal inspector who‘s visiting.”

Back outside an even more upset Garrison mumbled darkly under his breath, the angry aura radiating off of him causing those to see him to slowly back away. What was the reason for this choleric state you ask? Well the reason why the mine master was so irate was because of his personal assistant. A young heavyset, twenty-one year old man. Wait, …man? Ha! No, he was truly a boy now that Garrison thought of it! A young twenty-one year old BOY named Landon Stalward who Garrison wished he had never, ever hired.

Odd thing was that their professional relationship hadn’t started that way. When Landon had first come to Mountstead a few months ago to work for him he had been a shy, diligent worker who did all of the fiddly paper work concerning shipments and orders that Garrison hated with a passion.

But then suddenly, just after they had visited the blacksmiths who smelted the metals they mined he had started to act… well he began acting ditsy. The clumsy fool knocking over a barrel which had started a chain reaction that had led to the upending of their water tower which had taken weeks to fix.

Things had only gotten worse from there too. Landon would wake up late, take too long to return from his midday meal, and most outrageously, mess up even the simplest of the reports they were obligated to give the royal inspectors who came by to check their work.

Garrison despite his disposition had been as understanding of these mishaps at first. After all, he had seen this sort of behavior before. Men who were used to the busier life in a village or the capital quickly growing disheartened by the isolation of Mountstead’s remote location.

That’s why he had tried giving Landon a few nights off. Suggesting that he make his way down the mountain to the nearest town to have some fun with some of the other men. Maybe even buy some of those silly books he liked, or better yet, get himself a good whore who could ease his loneliness allowing him to concentrate on his job more.

But no, Landon had staunchly refused the offer even after Garrison had offered to pay for his good time, face becoming beat red when the obscene subject was broached as he quickly assured his boss that there was no need for such a thing. That had confused the gray haired man and several of the other miners to no end. What sort of man would refuse the free chance to get himself some pussy? Little fool must have been too bashful to even walk up to one of the lovely lasses.

Well whatever the reason, all Garrison knew was that he was now officially sick of the little bastard. The last straw had come that morning when one of those pesky royal inspectors had come along to check their current progress and learn when the next shipments would be sent out.

Landon, as he employed to do, should have been right by Garrison’s side to give him the paperwork concerning such things. But, like he had told his men pissing themselves in the bunkhouse the boy had been a no show. The lack of verification of the work that had or had not been done not at all pleasing to the wiry elf inspector who had spent the better part of two hours chewing his ass out and subtly accusing him of high treason.

It was after the humiliating dressing down he had gotten from the thin snob in front of all of his men that Garrison had finally decided that he could no longer put up with his fat assistant‘s poor performance. No more second or third chances, no more promises of doing a better job, and definitely no more job for the worthless hide of Landon Stalward!

Coming up to the large open air building that served as their town’s main barn Garrison entered it without delay and grimaced as the smells of the whinnying horses, snorting pigs, and clucking chickens that called the building home. How one could ever sleep amongst this he would never known. But his quarry had to be here. His men were right, Landon did like coming there. Brat enjoyed the presence of animals for some reason.

Checking said beasts stalls first Garrison inspected each of them one by one for any sign of his prey. It wasn’t until the very last compartment that he finally found the person he had been looking to verbally eviscerate. Sleeping atop a pile of dirty straw laid a young man peacefully sleeping.

He was a soft, plump thing. Shorter than most with light freckly skinned and gingery red hair atop his rounded head that bore a pert rounded nose. If he had been a woman with these comely features many might have found him attractive enough to fuck, but as he was a boy most just found him weak and pathetic. A notion that Garrison wholly agreed with as he went up and rudely kicked Landon’s stocky legs to wake up.

“WAKE THE HELL UP!” The mine foreman barked while giving his soon to be former worker another jab to his pudgy belly “Lazy, worthless, lump! Awake with you I say!!”

Reeling as a sharp foot poked at his gut Landon Stalward snapped his eyes open with a girlish yelp and flailed about on the floor, bright green eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he was startled awake. It wasn’t until a few more choice kicks to the breadbasket that the poor frightened man realized what was happening and whimpered in fear.

Slowly peering upwards Landon winced as his eyes met those belonging to the last man he wanted to have mad at him that day. “M-M-Mister Bartram!” He stuttered, a bad habit of his when scared or overcome by shyness. “What are y-you doing h-here!?”

“Looking for you, you great idiot!” Reaching down Garrison took Landon by the back of his dirty and well worn shirt and lifted the younger man up onto his feet, the difficulty of which, because of the boy’s weight, was quite a feat. “Do you have any idea of the trouble you’ve caused me today?”

Oh, Landon did not like the sound of that. “Um… a lot?” He reasoned. “What happened?”

“Just the royal inspector accusing me of cheating our king out of his rightful riches!” Garrison shouted. “Took me and my brother two hours to convince him that we were still loyal to the crown!”

“He thought you were stealing?” Landon asked, head cocked to the side in confusion. Thinking the concept over the redhead suddenly came to a scary revelation. “Oh-no, the mining reports!”

“Yeah the mining reports.” Garrison deadpanned. “Where the hell are they?”

Looking around himself Landon quickly spotted his satchel, which he had been using as a pillow and spun around to bend over to retrieve it. A view that his boss’ sensitive eyesight did not appreciate as he was presented with a good view of the younger man’s large swaying backside.

“I’m so sorry sir! I completely forgot I had these!” Landon explained as opened the satchel and pulled put a stack of papers. “Here you go sir.”

Snatching the documents out of Landon’s hands Garrison shot him a withering look. “Fat lot of luck these will do me now!” He snapped. “I thought you knew better than to be late again! Especially with how you promised you‘d never let it happen again after the last time.”

Looking ashamed Landon quickly dropped his eyes down to the floor. “Again, I’m really sorry Mr. Bartram.” He said. “But I-I couldn’t help it. I was up late last night reading a book and then when I came here to visit the animals this morning I just sort of…”

“…Fell asleep?” Garrison finished, completely unimpressed. That had to be the stupidest thing he had ever heard. What sort of moron stayed up all night reading like that? “Stalward I think it’s time you found yourself a ride back to the capital.” The older man more commanded than suggested. “After what you did I don’t think there’s a place here for you anymore.

Landon gasped when he realized he had just been fired. “B-B-But sir, it was just an accident!” He decried. “It’ll never happen again! I promise you.”

“That’s the exact same thing you said when you “accidentally” knocked over all those coal barrels and when you “accidentally” set fire to your desk!” Garrison was quick to counter. “I’m sick and tired of your accidents boy. I want you gone and I want it done by nightfall. You’ll take one of the shipment wagons with the royal inspector when he leaves.”

“But… please… I really…” Landon tried one last time. But, any excuse he could think of shriveled up and died under the unfeeling gaze of his former employer, the younger man letting out a sigh of complete defeat as he sadly nodded. “Alright sir, if that’s your decision.” He mumbled. “I’ll pack up my things right now.”

Grunting back Garrison turned to leave. “See that you do.” He said gruffly. “And you better as hell not expect any good words from me for whatever next job you managed to get. I won’t have my mining business or my town’s reputation ruined because of your worthless ass.”

“Understood sir.” Landon sorrowfully replied. Growing quiet the younger man watched as Garrison made his way out of the stall, the tears welling up in his eyes held back as to not look weak next to the stronger, more mature mine master.

But as bad as Landon felt he understood why he had been let go. Truth be told he knew that he had been messing up much too often lately. His mind on something else. A something that he now realized he’d have to say a goodbye to.

Deciding that he should do that before it was too late Landon moved as fast as his chubby frame would allow and exited out of the barn, satchel held close to his chest as he tried his best to hide the quivering of his bottom lip. Making his way through the place he had essentially been tossed out of Landon suddenly realized that in some ways he was going to miss Mountstead. Despite it’s remoteness it was a nice place and perfect for what he had originally come to do.

You see for most of his young life Landon had been teased and ridiculed for his overweight body and timid nature. So much in fact that he looked for any opportunity to find himself someplace to feel at home to fit in. That was when he had heard about the assistants job in Mountstead from a friend. A life in a remote town doing the books for one of the most profitable mines in the entire kingdom sounded like a dream come true. It would be quiet, he’d be able to make friends gods willing, and best of all he’d be able to ignore the sinful desires he felt from time to time.

What were these desires you ask? Well Landon was, much to his own shame, one those unlucky few men who preferred the company of the same sex. Something which was strictly against Arlian’s moral laws. He had tried of course to repress these feelings, devoting himself to reading and his schooling. But as he aged it became harder and harder. His attraction to the gladiators, guardsmen, and other fine looking men of the capital leading him to fantasize quite a bit. Especially during the night when it was only his warm bed and curious hand accompanying him.

That’s why he had jumped at the chance to be Garrison Bartram’s assistant. Living in the mountains far, far away from all those temptations could cure him of his affliction. Alas how wrong had Landon been! As soon as he stepped off of the wagon Landon instantly regretted his decision immediately. Apparently all the hard work the men living in Mountstead did left them with bodies that were the things of bedroom fantasies. Large muscles, strong arms, and hairy chest were the norm as was there constant habit of being in a state of sweaty undress or in some cases completely naked. The outside showers just behind the inn being a place Landon now avoided as much as he could after one disastrous visit there during the change over from one mining shift to another.

There was one man in particular that Landon could not keep himself away from though no matter how hard he tried. That person being the lead blacksmith who ruled over the large and impressive smithy located near the center of town like Arlian’s god of the forge. He was simply known as Rowan. A simple name for a man who was anything but simple.

Rowan was a mighty specimen of a manhood. Standing at least two heads taller than most he was bald, the only hair on his head being a long mustache which he braided on each side in a style similar to that of the people of the dwarven people living to the north. Form there he boasted a powerfully built frame sculpted from years of working at his chosen profession. Large muscular arms and a hard taunt gut that remained bare thanks to the fact that he only ever wore a pair of torn and soot covered pants while working.

Oh, how many nights had Landon thought about that perfect form. The gruff and lovable way Rowan acted, an ever ready dazzling smile and kind word at the ready. It had been those traits that had been the real reason for Landon’s lateness that morning. A dream of the time the blacksmith had walked past Landon from out of the outdoor showers making the boy prolong getting out of the bunkhouse after he woke.

It was that reason among many others that Landon was now racing across the town at that very moment. Well… briskly jogging. Rowan, on top of everything else about him, had been exceptionally nice to him during his stay in town. Always one to give him a hello and his time. Was it a doubt that Landon would eventually become smitten with the other man? That’s why he had to say goodbye. He just couldn’t leave without one last visit. He just couldn’t!!

“I just really hope he’s there today.” Landon would come to fret as he arrived at Mountstead’s largest forge. “He did say he was planning on taking a trip into town.”

Carefully approaching the front door, Landon quietly listened to the sounds coming out of the building and was relieved when he discovered a very familiar whistling mixed in with the sounds of hammers striking metal. Only one person he knew would whistle that particular jaunty tune while working and that was Rowan!

Forgetting all about his conversation with Garrison at the thought of being able to talk with his idol one last time Landon quickly pushed open the smithy’s main metal door and strode his way inside, eyes searching for the master blacksmith but perplexingly coming up short.

This confusion wasn’t long to fester thankfully as a gruff and loud voice suddenly called out from a door on the far side of the room Landon now found himself in. “I’ll be with you in a few moments whoever you are!” The deep rhythmic voice said. “We’ve got a large order that needs to be filled so we’re busy.”

Landon’s heart sank at that. “I-I could come back later if it helps?” He hesitantly shouted back. He may have wanted to see Rowan but he didn’t want to impede his work.

Rowan seemed to go against this idea though and happily called out to the worried boy. “Oh, it’s you is it Landon?” He said. “What do me and my apprentices owe the pleasure of seeing you for this time? You taking note of how much coal I’m using? Maybe if I’m smelting the metal correctly?”

“N-No just wanted to see you this time.” Landon bashfully said. “That is if you’re not too busy.”

There was a chuckle. “Now when have I ever been too busy to talk to my favorite mine master’s assistant?” the voice said. “Just give me a moment and I’ll be right there.”

Mentally preparing himself for what was his final goodbye to the man he admired so often over the last year Landon did his best to remain calm. An attempt that went completely out the nearest window the very moment Rowan stepped out into the forges front room with a bright smile that flashed from under his thick brown mustache like the sun.

The older man taking off his blacksmith’s smock Landon couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the wide expanse of bared flesh underneath. Why did Rowan always have to work without a shirt? It was like the bald man was trying his best to entice him with his pure sexual machismo.

“Something the matter lad?” Rowan asked as he smirkingly fingered the right side of his braided mustache. A knowing gleam in his eye. “You appear to be flush. Is it hot outside today?”

“N-No it’s not hot!” Landon fumbled to say as he gave his head a hard shake. “I… I’m just a little upset. Yeah, that’s it I’m upset!”

Rowan nodded his head in understanding. “That so? Now what’s got you so worried today?” He asked. “Did that old man bitch at you again.”

“More than that sir.” Landon sighed as the previous air of gloominess from before hit him. “That’s part of the reason why I’m here actually. I-I was just dismissed I’m afraid. I’ll be leaving tonight so I wanted to come by and say goodbye to you before I did.”

Eyes widening at that bit of news Rowan leaned down enough to look his shorter friend in the eyes. “He really fired you?” When Landon slowly nodded back the blacksmith huffed. “Damn bastard always ruining my good-- I’m going to go right to that old man’s office and give him a few words. There’s no way I’m going to let him make you leave before I‘ve fu-- I mean, no way I’m going to let him throw you out of your new home.”

“N-No don’t!” Landon was quick to say. “He was right to do it actually. I’ve been messing up a whole lot lately. Besides, I really wouldn’t want your reputation getting ruined if I did something wrong again.”

Rowan looked a little disappointed by Landon’s refusal to let him help and sighed as he stood back up straight. “Only if you’re sure lad.” He hummed. “Still, I’ll suppose I’ll miss you once you’re gone. You did a lot to brighten up this little hell hole me and my boys live in when you visit.”

A small smile appeared on Landon’s face at the praise being heaped on him. The numerous times he had come to the forge to see Rowan he had brought things like sandwiches and drinks from the nearby inn. Simple yet delicious meals that were greatly appreciated by the larger man and his equally attractive apprentices.

“Thank you for saying all that sir.” Landon bashfully responded. “I’m going to miss you too. More than I think you’re going to realize.”

“Oh, I think I know in what way you’ll be missing me lad.” Rowan smirked. “And I believe it involves the desire you have for me to bend you over a table and go at your nice plump ass, am I right?”

When what had been said caused Landon to go wide eyed Rowan drew his head back and began braying like a laughing mule. A loud rich guffaw that went unheard by Landon until the shock of what the blacksmith had said wore off and he fully absorbed what he had inferred.

“T-T-T-T-That’s not true at all!” Landon vehemently assured. “I’m not a pervert! Please believe me!!”

“Don’t you dare play dumb with me now boy.” Rowan grinned as he quieted down. “I see the way you look at me and others. How you always come over when I’m in the middle of work so you can catch me half naked. I’ve seen many a young man with desire in their eyes and happily taken advantage of it.”

Moving forward when Landon failed to react after a moment Rowan placed both his large hands on the short man’s shoulders and held him in place. “Now, seeing as you’re leaving tonight I believe it’s time we put an end to the game.” He continued with a growl in his voice. “We no longer have the time and I want you impaled on my cock. Wailing for me to breed your lardy ass good and hard. Heh, that is if you’re amiable to the idea.”

There was an audible gulp as Landon’s throat went dry. Sure, he had fantasized about this but he had never… he never thought Rowan would actually suggest something like this. What was even more surprising wan how easily it was to respond to the filthy proposal.

“Y-Yes p-p-please sir as hard as you can.” Landon said awestruck. Realizing how he sounded the red-haired boy quickly shook his head, clearing his mind. “I-I mean yes, yes I would like that. I just didn’t think you were that way.”

“You spend all your free time around other men bare-chested you tend to appreciate such things.” Rowan explained matter-of-factly. “Why else do you think me and my apprentices are so close. Fucked the whole lot of them. Even took a few of their virginities.”

Landon blushed at the mention of virginity. “So y-you‘re good at that sort of thing?” He wondered.

A sinister smirk appeared on Rowan’s face at the question. “Oh… so then you are untouched than.” He growled excitedly. When Landon‘s face only grew more red the bald man nearly bit his tongue. “Be that the case then I’ll be sure to make it something to remember. Something to warm you as you travel back to the capital with it’s stuffy cold men.”

“When can we do it?” Landon asked. His voice eager.

“Our fun will have to wait until tonight I‘m afraid.” Rowan informed as he quickly ruffled his little friend’s and then turned to reenter his workshop. “It’s for the best.” He continued over his shoulder. “I tend to be more excited after a day of working in the forge. Causes me to become frenzied during the indecent act.”

“But I have to leave tonight.” Landon called out while chasing after the other man. “Mr. Bartram told me I had to be on the wagons leaving with out payloads!”

Turning so that he could hold out his hand Rowan wordlessly stopped Landon dead in his track. “Then maybe you should “accidentally” miss those wagons.” He smirked. “Trust me when I say I‘d make the trouble worth it.”

Reaching down the mustached man pulled down the top of his pants just enough do that the top of his hairy crotch and base of his thick vein covered cock could be seen. The sight of the shaft making Landon gasp as he saw the object he had dreamed about often.

“And if you do as I tell you boy this will be your reward.” The blacksmith continued as he yanked his clothes back into place and started to leave again. “A hammer that will feel hotter than the hottest poker as I work it into you innards.”

“I‘ll be there.” Landon breathlessly said.

Pleased as he reached the door Rowan winked at his soon to be conquest over his shoulder. He sure knew how to seduce dim little city boys didn‘t he? This would make the seventh in all. “That’s a good lad.” He growled. “See you then.”

Landon nodded back. “Yes, see you then.”

Left both a little scared and excited the twenty-one year old virgin couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face as he watched Rowan’s sweaty back disappear from sight. Had what happened, really just happened to him? Is must have if the heat on his face and down in his nether regions could be believed.

Landon only prayed that he could find a good enough hiding spot so he could be with Rowan that night. Well, that and that nothing came along to ruin what was going to be the greatest night of his entire life.

Unbeknownst to the horny young man however there was something high above Mountstead that just might ruin the night he was looking forward to. Floating in the sky above the town was a ball of shimmering light, it’s center baring a cat-like iris that focused down on the heads of the unsuspecting townspeople below.

Apparently finding whatever it was looking for after several hours of observation the orb zoomed away over the rocky terrain of the mountainside, it’s destination known only to itself as it vanished into the clouds hugging the mighty peaks back to it’s master. Said being smirking as the mysterious glob floated down into his hand and revealed what it had discovered.

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Later that night…

For some reason the crisp fall air of the mountain smelled little bit sweeter to Landon that night. Something which was surprising considering that he had spent the better part of the last several hours cloistered behind the large metal bins that Mountstead used to store their refuse. The stench of the rotten vegetables his only companion as the sun set and night fell on the town.

Emerging only once he was sure the traffic on the street would be gone Landon stood with a yawn as he stretched, bones bopping and muscles sore as he moved again. He really couldn’t remember the last time he had ever ached so much. It would be worth it in the end though. That he knew. Soon he’s get to be with Rowan. And not “be” as in visit with him, no he’d actually be having real live sex with the older man!

Arousal peeking with that thought and of the one of Rowan in bed, NAKED, and waiting for him Landon decided that he better not waste anymore time and quickly set out to the bunkhouse the blacksmiths used as quietly as he could through the darkened town. He had to be careful you know. If one of the miners or god forbid Garrison Bartram himself discovered that he was still there then the pleasant night awaiting him would never be made real.

Fortunately for Landon his continued presence in Mountstead went by completely unnoticed as he worked his way behind buildings and through alleyways towards his goal. The trip not taking more than twenty minutes before he was standing in front of the door leading into the building where he’d loose his virginity, gods willing.

It was as he stood there though that a sudden wave of nervousness unexpectedly reared it’s ugly head causing him to halt. Having sex with an attractive man had been something that he had wanted since puberty, but to actually be doing it so suddenly? Landon needed to think over all the pros and cons before he actually went to do it. Yes he wanted this, but it was all just so fast he came to realize. This was definitely a decision that required some thought.

However the choice to enter the bunkhouse or not was taken completely out of the worried boy’s hands when the door before him swung open and a man who went by the name Tate poked his head out into the darkness, spotting him instantly.

“So you actually came!” Tate said a little too cheerfully. “Everyone look! That redheaded chubby bookworm who always follows Garrison around actually did what Rowan told him to do!”

“Shut the damn door Tate, you idget!” Another voice rang out from behind the smirking man. “You’re letting in the cold!”

“I will, I will.” Tate huffed over his shoulder, talking to whoever was scolding him with an air of annoyance. Turning back to Landon he beckoned him closer. “Well, come on friend. The old man is expecting you in the back room. That is unless you‘re too scared to approach now.”

Frowning at the teasing tone Landon quickly walked forward into the bunkhouse, determination clear on his face as he stepped inside. This serious expression faltered though when upon setting foot into the musky building Landon unexpectedly found himself walking right into a scenario that seemed a better fit for a bawdy whorehouse than a small mining town.

Their activities hidden by the thick wooden walls of their bunkhouse that blacksmith apprentices along with a few other men had taken it upon themselves to enjoy one another company in the most carnal of ways it seemed. Ways that shocked Landon greatly as his eyes darted back and forth from couple to threesome to octet who were all doing things that he had only ever heard about in hushed tones from his former coworkers after they spent a night at the brothel at the mountain’s foot.

With all these perverse sexual acts going on around Landon once again found himself unable to move. What in the world had he just discovered and why the hell hadn’t he discovered it months ago when he had arrived at Mountstead!? Maybe if he had been doing what these men were doing he would have been able to deal with his sexual frustration and get his mind back onto his job.

Preoccupied with what was going on in front of him Landon failed to notice the bunkhouse door closing behind him or Tate’s approach until the blacksmith apprentice placed his hand on his shoulder. “Quite a show isn’t it?” The svelte brunette said with a nod to the closet fivesome. “I was about to join them myself when I saw you shadow on the window. Got to be careful you know because of the law so I had to check.

Reluctantly drawing his eyes away from shapely hairy backside that was moving back and forth with mesmerizing speed Landon peered over his shoulder to the other man. “Y-You were about to j-join them?” He asked, still not completely believing what was happening around him. “You mean as in…”

“Dropping my pants and getting my dick sucked on.” Tate supplied as if it should have been obvious. Taking a step back he began to unbuckle his belt. “What would be the fun just standing around watching? Plus it’s not as if I don’t need the relief after a hard day of sweating away in that hellish forge.”

“I suppose one would need something to relax after all that.” Landon agreed shyly. “Does… does this happen often? You all… enjoying one anothers company as you are?”

“We do it damn near every night. Rowan insists.” Pulling down his pants Tate gripped his erect penis in his hands, stroking it slowly. “Why not come back in here and join us after Rowan is done with you? That is if he decides that only one go is enough for him. Old man’s been horny as hell ever since you agreed to come.”

As if to prove his point Rowan choose that exact moment to make his presence inside of the blacksmith’s bunkhouse known. His deep gruff voice calling out from an open entryway on the other side of the room. “Tate, has that lad come by yet?” The master blacksmith shouted. “If not then I’m going to be needing another ass to fuck in here after such disappointment!!”

“See, told you.” Tate chuckled. “All he did this afternoon is talk about the things he wanted to do to you.”

“H-He told you what he was going to do!” Landon said slightly appalled. “No, he couldn’t have done that. Did he?”

“He did.” Tate confirmed. “And in graphic detail too.”

Hearing that Landon frowned a little. Yes, he understood that he wasn’t Rowan’s only sexual partner, what he was witnessing in the bunkhouse was a testament to that, but he had at least assumed that the older man wouldn’t just treat him like a sexual conquest to brag about. He thought they were friends, that they had something special. Apparently they weren’t. Not in the way he wanted and that realization made Landon begin to feel dirty about what he had come there to do.

Tate, of course, didn’t seem to pick up on this concern, the thinner man snickering. “Bastard just wouldn’t shut up about it too.” He continued to explain. “That’s why I invited you to join us after you two are done. Master Rowan made you sound so good that we’d each like a taste of this lardy ass of yours as well.”

Spurred into action when a rough hand cupped one of his butt cheeks Landon reckoned that he better get to Rowan before his apprentices dragged him into something he didn’t really want and strode forwards. The catcalls and lewd gestures occasionally thrown at him from the lustfully nude men making him pick up speed as he neared the doorway in the back of the building.

Reaching the opening at a record pace Landon took a deep calming breath and carefully peered into the room beyond. “Um… Rowan?” He started, eyes going up to focus on an interesting spot on the ceiling just in case Rowan was “entertaining”. “I-I’m here…”

“Aye, I can see that now lad.” Rowan’s deep baritone voice came in return. “By why and blazes are you looking at the rafters for? Aren’t there better things for you to have your eyes on?”

“I suppose but…” Landon chuckled nervously. “I don’t seem able to move again.”

Apparently taking pity on the terribly shy man before him Rowan quickly made his way over to the younger man and placed both of his callused hands on Landon’s full cheeks, lowering his field a vision until their eyes met.

“Now that’s better.” The blacksmith master said with a lecherous smirk. “Best part of what we’ll be doing is getting the chance to look into the emerald eyes as they go wide in surprise.”

“Wheel-we?” Landon said, his words muddled by his puckered lips.

Daring to look lower Landon discovered to his delight that Rowan, like his men in the front room, was completely naked. His hairy and muscular frame even better without those pants and his glorious cock fully erect.

“Oh my.” He gasped, mind suddenly freed of his previous worries.

“Oh my indeed.” Rowan huffed.

Releasing his easily seduced prey the experienced cocksman moved backwards until he reached his bed which he sat down upon. The lumpy piece of furniture giving a small creek as the man on it spread his legs and let his heavy balls and member hang over the edge.

“Now hurry up take off those clothes so you can join me over here.” He commanded gruffly. “I want to drag my tongue all over that body of yours. Make your last night here one to remember.”

Landon didn’t need to be told twice as he gaped at the meal laid out before him and began stripping as fast as he could. His first hurdle being his belt which just wouldn‘t come undone at first. He was just so excited! This was it, after years of being too intimidated by other men and the fear of being jailed for his obscene desires he was about to loose his virginity. All he had to do to make it happen was go over and initiate it!

However, the sexual mood within the small bunkhouse backroom was suddenly dampened when the bell atop Mountstead’s watchtower began to rung without warning. It’s loud hallow sound alerting all who dwelt there in the town that something was not right.

Hearing the alarm himself Rowan instantly forgot about his amorous mood and jumped back onto his feet, quickly moving to gather his discarded work clothing so that he could go see what was happening himself. “Why the hell would they be ringing that now?” He cursed under his breath “Especially when I was about to fuck this little slu…”

Slowing when he remembered Landon was there with him Rowan spared him a small charming smile. “Sorry lad, but our fun must wait.” He said to him. “There’s something amiss.”

Undoing his efforts to shed his clothing Landon gave handsome friend a worried look. “Why?” He asked. “What’s that bell mean?”

“It’s the one they set off in case of invaders.” Was the simple answer from Rowan. “Hasn’t rung for years though. Not since that group of dirty dwarves tried to steal a shipment of steel going to Gazandan.”

Finishing his meager dressings Rowan spared Landon a quick word as he made his way out of the room. “Don’t worry yourself about it though lad.” He said. “It’s probably just a bandit or two. We get them from time to time.”

“You do?” Landon asked. He had been at Mountstead for months and never remembered the warning bell be rung for simple thieves.

“Yes lad we do.” Rowan assured. “Just keep yourself here until I return to finish out business. Wouldn’t want Bartram or his men finding you before we’ve had out time together.”

“O-Okay.” Landon nodded in understanding. “But promise me you’ll be safe. I wouldn’t want anything to…”

Not waiting for Landon to finish what he was saying Rowan suddenly ducked out of the room, his absence leaving the young redheaded man nothing else to do but sit don on the blacksmith’s bed and curse the timing of whatever or whoever had ruined his perfect night of passion. Whatever it was he sure hoped that the blacksmiths would deal with it an return soon. If only because the erection he now had was rather annoying and Rowan was the only one he wanted handling it.

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Much, much later…

Arms wrapped tightly against his doughy chest Landon mumbled nervous reassurances to himself in an effort to forget about the awful racket he could hear coming from outside of the bunkhouse. Those horrible noises were most definitely starting to grow louder in his opinion. Violent, beastly sounds of men shouting and fighting that seriously made Landon wonder if he should continue to listen to Rowan’s advice about staying put.

But as much as he wanted to flee however Landon also know that he couldn’t. If there was a battle of some sort going on out there than him going into the thick of it would only end up with him being run through with a stray sword.

Yes, it was best to stay where he was even with the doubt settling in Landon decided. After all Rowan said they‘d win so the fighting would stop any minute. All he had to do was wait.

Waiting is exactly what Landon did too one hour becoming two which in turn turned to three and four. It was only when night seemed to become it’s darkest that the frightened man finally saw an end to the dreadful waiting as something happened outside that had him looking up in curiosity.

With one last shout ringing out from outside everything around the bunkhouse suddenly grew quiet. All of the cries of battle, all the yelling and shouting, everything stopped in a single moment as the normal sounds of the mountainside night returned with eerie stillness.

“Is… is it over?” Landon wondered as he hesitantly slid off of the bed. “I-It must be if it’s quiet now. I just hope Rowan is alright.”

Waiting several more minutes before he dared to venture back out into the bunkhouse’s main room Landon quietly tiptoed his way out of the Rowan’s bedroom and looked around. If whatever had happened was truly over now than why hadn’t the apprentices returned yet? Surely Rowan would have at least sent one of them to come see if he was alright.

“Maybe I should go see for myself?” Landon wondered as he walked through the messy room. “I know it’s risky but it’s better than waiting here worried all night.”

Acting on his decision to search for the others Landon quickly started heading towards the door leading back outside. However, just as he was about to take his first step the boy suddenly heard a chorus of gruff laughter from just outside of the bunkhouse’s right side. This lighthearted and happy sound like a balm to his heart as it was followed by several heavy footsteps as whoever made them approached the door of the building themselves.

‘That must be Rowan or some of the apprentices!’ Landon happily thought to himself as he rushed towards the door to greet them. ‘Now, we can all forget about that darn bell and get back to having a good time!’

Turned out though that Landon’s hopes were the furthest thing that was going to be happening to him that night. The door opening as he neared Landon instantly found out that his deduction of whom was laughing outside turned out to be very wrong. Instead of the blacksmith master or one of the apprentices appearing in the doorway the person who Landon witnessed standing there was someone he would never, ever expect to see.

Squeezing it’s way into the bunkhouse was a massive hulking beast of a creature. It’s form silhouetted in the doorway with only a pair of dimly lit glowing eyes that shone with an other worldly light as it stood there looking inside. Taking a step forwards as it sniffed at the air Landon couldn’t help but gasp as the rest of it’s features became illuminated but the candles within the room. Every single inch more horrifying than the last.

The creature as he now called it, for that was the only word to describe it, had skin a dark forest green in color. The sweaty and pocked flesh covering a towering body with muscular arms and legs and a rotund belly that hung over a simply dirty loincloth held up by a thick leather belt.

It was the face however that Landon truly found scary. Inhuman looking in appearance, it’s nose was somehow bulbous and pig-like all at the same time. The middle section of the nostril pierced clear through by a thick golden ring that fell down over a pair of thick frowning lips that parted at the side because of two elongated canines jutting up from the lower jaw. Then there were the eyes again… those had to be the worse. Deep brooding pools of red light set under a sloping forehead in a nearly hairless head. The look about them fierce and bestial in nature.

Peering down at Landon when it finally noticed him the monster seemed surprised by his presence for a moment, the beast raising one massive hand to scratch at it’s mostly bald head. Then with a chuckled he looked over his shoulder and called out.

“Over here!” It shouted. “I found another one!”

At that two more beasts similar to the first entered the bunkhouse. Both squeezing in and peering over their companion’s shoulder with curious looks that changed to delighted ones when they saw Landon standing there. “He’s a fat one too!” One of the monsters said snickering. “You think he’s going to be like the others.”

“Won’t know until we scent him.” The third spoke up as he scratched one side of his hairy beard covered face. “Hurd, hurry and catch him so we can see! The party will start soon if we’re not done here fast.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll do it.” The first monster, Hurd apparently harrumphed as he began to move forward. “But next time you’re doing the grunt work.”

It took Landon all of a single second to react to the creature descending one him, pudgy body spinning around with a shout of fear he quickly tried to take flight in an effort to avoid from whatever gruesome fate would befall him if caught. Unfortunately for all his effort the only thing Landon ended up doing was tripping over a discarded shirt which caused him to fall down face first on the wooden floor under his feet.

“Little shit actually tried to run.” Hurd laughed while walking up to the fallen human. Reaching down he grabbed the smaller being by his leg and lifted him high into the air as if he weighted nothing. “Now lets see where we need to put you boy!”

Bringing the upside down human close to his face Hurd as well as who two companions, who padded their way over to join them, oddly began to sniff Landon, the sounds of their snorts and hot breath on his skin making the redhead shiver in a way that made his stomach churn. “W-What are you doing?!” He asked panicking. It was almost like they were dogs sniffing for food.

“Never you mind human!” Hurd snapped. Lowering their captive until his head nearly touch the floor he nodded to the other two monsters. “Yup, he’s one of them. I’ll go bring him to the rest. You two finish looking in here in case he has friends about.”

Nodding in return, the two brutish looters quickly set about upending furniture and drawers as Hurd carried their find back across the room and out of the bunkhouse. Him and his monstrous captor setting foot out into the dark nighttime air Landon found himself baring witness to the horrific amount of carnage that had taken place outside while he had been hiding himself away in Rowan’s room.

Mountstead had more or less been completely destroyed. The once prosperous Arlian landmark now left in ruins, it’s finely built buildings that had stood the test of time for nearly two hundred years either half damaged beyond repair or outright on fire.

That wasn’t the most disturbing thing Landon saw though. No, it was what laid in the streets between these ravaged buildings that was the true stuff of nightmares. Scattered among the rubble and discarded weapons were the broken, crushed, and in a few cases mutilated bodies of his former coworkers and townspeople. All of them having been slaughtered in whatever battle had taken place.

“You see them boy?” Hurd came to say as they traveled. “That’s what happens to humans who try to fight us. We cave in their skulls and crack their bones for their disobedience.” There was an amused laugh from the beast. “It’s a shame too. If the poor bastards just dropped arms and accepted the inevitable they could have enjoyed the gift we offered to them as you will.”

Landon couldn’t help what he said next. The outrage he felt towards the beast imprisoning him peeking suddenly. “G-G-G-Gift!?” He sputtered, the words hard to say as he struggled to look up at the creature holding him upside-down. “You must have your head in your arse if you call attacking and killing people a gift. You and your three friends are nothing but monsters!”

As could be expected, Hurd didn’t seem to like that sort of comment at all and gave his prisoner a hard shake for his insolence. “You best shut your damn mouth human!” He growled. “We Orc warriors do not stand for such insolence! You should be honored that we came here. For those who are captured like you will have better lives as a result.”

Hearing the creature refer to himself as an “Orc” Landon felt the blood drain out of his face. He had read stories about orcs before in the past and none of them were any good. They were an ancient race, one species belonging to supposed kingdom in the far east who were know for being brutal and ruthless in battle. Being of such barbaric strength that they’d no sooner kill you than look at you.

Thing was though, there hadn’t been sightings of orcs for several centuries. Their very existence now dismissed as mere legends fit for the stories used to frighten children. Or at least that’s what Landon believer up until he saw where Hurd had been taking him.

Rounding a corner as Hurd continued to hold him in the air, Landon was stunned to the core to see the town square filled to the brim with a veritable horde of more orcs. A boisterous group of green skinned creatures happily and drunkenly celebrating their apparent victory by consuming the entirety of Mountstead’s ale, it’s food stores, and disgustingly even the horses and pets that Landon liked so much in a display of hedonistic gluttony that turned the stomach. What made it all the more horrible was here there they were walking right into the out of control party.

Approaching the closest grouping of orcs Hurd grumbled to himself in annoyance. “Bastards just couldn’t wait until the search parties were done could they?” Landon heard him say. “Fuckers better hope the general doesn’t cancel the ritual later for their impatience.”

Noticing his orcish brethren’s approach one of the orcs by the crowds edge quickly bit off a mouthful from the cooked horse leg he had been eating and used the grease covered slab of meat to wave him over. “Look everyone! Hurd’s come back from his chore!” He cheered as he elbowed a neighbor. “See I told you they wouldn‘t miss the celebration!”

“Guess I owe you ten gold then.” The second orc huffed. “Real shame too, I could have used the money.”

“Thank you for your concern.” Hurd said clearly becoming amused despite his earlier annoyance. Holding up Landon for inspection the jostled the dizzy, upside-down boy much to his friends chuckling delight. “Unlike you lazy lot I actually had work to do. Were did they set up the cages? I want to drop off this one and join you before my arm tires.”

Taking another bite of his food the glutinous Orc swallowed pointed across the way. “Over there.” He said with his mouth full. “Be careful, stupid little things keep trying to get out whenever we put another one in.”

Hurd gave a lazy nod in response to the warning. “This isn’t the first time I’ve handled a prisoner numbskull.” He hummed. “Just make sure you don’t consume my share of the food or ale.”

Stomach giving a lurch as Hurd spun them around again and retreated back into the darkness Landon let out a small whimper. With those numbers attacking them it was no wonder there were so many dead in the streets. He must have been one of the very few survivors.

At least that’s how it seemed until Landon and Hurd entered a smaller fire lit area. This one occupied by several large wheeled cages that were filled to the brim with nearly half of the population in town. Each of the tied up miners inside cursing and threatening the armed orc guards who were staring back at them with superior smirks.

Walking up behind these emerald jailers Hurd stopped and rudely dropped Landon onto the ground. A surprised yelp coming out of the redhead as he landed flat on his stomach, a large heavy foot coming down on his back a moment later which held him in place.

“Found another prisoner.” Hurd announced to the guards. “He’s a special one too so bring out the special cage.”

“S-Special cage?” Landon wondered out loud with a grunt.

Lifting his head to see what was going on Landon watched as one of the orc guards walked off for a moment and then quickly returned pulling a much smaller caged wagon, this one oddly housing just five people. Seeing this mobile prison Landon was confused as to why he was going to be put into that sort of change when the orcs didn’t seem to mind stuffing many people into the larger ones. It was only when a few of the “special” prisoners approached the front of their cell, large bellies pressed up against the bars, that Landon came to a solution to his question. One that sent his mind into a panic.

With two of the prisoners being, like him, overweight the only reason Landon could think of for their separation from the other townsfolk would be if the orcs were planning to kill and butcher them like they had done with the horses and other livestock!

‘Calm Landon, t-they couldn’t really do something that awful could they?’ Landon reasoned to himself. ‘Yes they’re monsters but they aren’t that depraved.’

A hand roughly gripping the back of his shirt Landon’s worrisome thoughts were interrupted as Hurd lifted him to his feet and nudged him towards the cage with impatience. “Move it.” He huffed. “It’ll only be until we finish the food. Then we’ll move on to you for the next course, heh-heh.”

By the gods, it was true! The orcs were going to eat them after they finished the town’s food stores. Heels digging into the ground as he was shoved forward Landon did his best to resist being forced into the cage. “NO! Please don’t put me in there!” He pleaded. “You already have everything else here. The mines, our food and supplies. Why take us too!?”

“We didn’t come here for useless metal and jewels you stupid little fool.” The orc guard who had brought the cage growled. Reaching out he gripped Landon by his arm and yanked him to the open door of the cage. “We came here for you. Using your bodies, we will become stronger!”

Shock coursing through his body at those words Landon offered up no more resistance as a hard push forced him into the cage and onto his hands and knees. The metal clang of the door slamming shut behind him signaling the very last of his hope being snuffed out. So this was how his life was to end. Caged like a beasts to the slaughter in the most literal of ways.

There was a little light offered to this bleak realization though. Brightness that came in the from a friendly, aged voice that spoke softly to Landon from his right. “Don’t worry son.” It said. “They’ve yet to capture Garrison and his brother so there’s still hope.”

Turning to face whoever was trying to cheer him up Landon found his eyes settling on Weston Ashton, the owner and head cook of the town’s lone inn slash bar and resident kind soul. He was a rather a jovial man who always looked to the brighter side of any situation. A temperament so sunny and comforting in fact that most of the men in Mountstead looked to him as a sort of unofficial grandfather. An notion that was helped a great deal by his great rounded belly, button nose supporting wire rimmed glasses, and bright white hair with matching foot long beard.

But, with things the way they were, all the old cook’s words did was serve as a grim reminder of what the redhead saw as a hopeless situation. “I wish I could believe you Mister Ashton.” Landon sighed while shifting into a seated position eyes dropping to the cage floor. “B-But there were a lot of dead bodies in the street. Mr. Bartram’s is probably among their numbers.”

“No, I’m sure our trusty mayor is still out there.” Weston assured again. Adjusting the small wire rimmed glasses he always wore the older man spared the younger a small smile. “When I was captured I witnessed Garrison leading several other men towards the smithy. I’m sure they were heading there to get weapons which they’ll use to fight back against these invaders. It’s only a matter of time until they make their move.”

Landon raised his head in surprise. “R-Really!?” He said, a flicker of hope growing inside him. “How many of them were there?”

“About twenty or so.” Another man, the eighteen year old cobbler’s son said. “I think the blacksmith master and his apprentices were with them too. They’re all good strong men so they’ll have an advantage.”

Now that truly was good news to Landon. If both Rowan and his former boss were free they could rally whoever they found and launch a counter attack. After all if there was one thing the miners and other metalworkers living in Mountstead were known for it was being tough and enduring.

And then… once this horribleness of the orcs invasion was all over, maybe Rowan would be so thankful to see him alive he would agree to take him with him wherever he decided to go next. After all, there was no reason for the blacksmith to remain now that the town they all lived in had been lost.

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Around Midnight…

It was the forward lurch of the cage he was being kept in that woke Landon up from the restless sleep he had fallen into since his capture. Rolling to his side and right into Weston Aston who caught him the bleary eyes lad stiffly sat up and attempted to see what was happening to him now.

For some reason their orcish jailers were now moving him along with all of the other townspeople back towards town square where their fellow monsters were celebrating. A development that quickly caused Landon to become fully awake as he remembered the possible reason for them going back over to the large bonfire that was there.

Was this it? Were the invaders going to devour them now before Garrison could launch whatever revolt he was planning? Panic settling in his mind at that horrible thought came about Landon winced as the flickering orange flames they were going to be cocked on fell onto the cages.

However, instead of a big pot or something else to cook them in the only thing Landon discovered when he looked ahead was an unsettling atmosphere. One that his seriously reevaluating his belief that they were to become food for the creatures who destroyed their home.

It seemed that the mood around the town square had oddly changed the last time Landon had been there. Instead of the bacchanalian gala that had been going on for most of the night the brutish green monsters in attendance now seemed solemn and almost subdued in a way. A massive horde of grim faced as serious monsters that stood shoulder to shoulder in a large semicircle around the center of town, their inquisitive eyes turned to the caged wagons as they approached.

Drawing Landon out of his confusion at this sudden change in personality in the crowd, Weston Ashton gave an indignant huff. “Look at what they’ve done! Perfectly good food gone to waste.” He remarked, apparently not noticing their surroundings. “It looks like they didn’t even fully cook anything either. Imagine the food poisoning they’ll get in the morning.”

“Oh, will you shut up you old fool!” The town’s doctor, an always frowning man with a bushy black beard and a pot belly snapped at the kindly old man. “It’s not their cooking habits that should be concerning us at this moment. They plan to eat us next if Landon’s assumption is correct.”

Landon frowned at the rude way their physician scolded the kindest of them all and opened his own mouth to give the rude doctor a large piece of his mind. But, just as he was about to let the unpleasant man have it a voice rang our from the direction of the fire silencing not only him but all other conversation going on in the caravan of human filled cages.

“Hurry up and bring the humans to the fire you slow wits!” A voice rang out. “The General and his second are waiting! Best not make them angry by delaying the ceremony!”

‘General?’ Landon wondered as he snapped his mouth shut. Yes, he had heard Hurd and his thuggish companions speak of a General who led them in their attack. Maybe he could be reasoned with? Well… one could hope at the very least.

Trying to seek out this “Orc General” Landon went against his better judgment and unsteadily crawled his way to the front of the cage so he could look out between the bars and past the guard pulling them. Sure enough standing before the fire, it’s light giving him an ominous glow, was an impressive looking orc who seemed strangely out of place next to his primitively dressed cohorts.

Head held high and eyes hard, the peculiar orc had apparently forgone the simple loincloth and rusty scraps of metal his fellows wore and replaced them with sleek black armor that bore a chest piece and pauldrons that were decorated with intricate pattern of fire rubies and other gemstones that matched the red cape on his shoulders and red cloth flap hang from his belt.

It was the orc himself that intrigues Landon the most however. From what little he could see given his fully armored status the orc had a face that was almost noble looking in a way. The sloping forehead and piggish nose that were common to his kin less defined and the stock of dark brown hair he had pulled up into a long ponytail atop his head which fell to the back. It perfectly matching the long braided beard that hung from his bottom jaw clasped together by a gold ring.

Though loath he was to admit it Landon might have considered this large and impressive being rather attractive in a certain sort of light. One that was no where to be seen as the scary beast met his eyes for a brief moment with a frown on his tusked face.

Reaching their master the jailer orcs pulling the prisoner carts dropped the ropes they were using and fell onto one bended knee. “Here my lord. We’ve brought the prisoners to you.” One said respectfully. “We discovered six special prisoners in total I‘m happy to report! Not bad for our first attack.”

Stepping closer to the cages the armored orc visually inspected what had been brought to him, intense eyes drawn to Landon again before he snorted in displeasure. “Is this truly all you discovered?” He said in an unimpressed manner. “From the stories our historians tell, humans are repressed little things. More than half of the population should be like these six.”

It was then that a second orc with similarly dark hair and muttonchops appeared from the crowd. This one wearing armor much like the General’s, but with less grandeur about it. “Don’t worry General Warrock. I’m sure there will be more like those ones in the town below.” He said as he walked up behind his master. “The men here were miners far away from home. It’s no wonder that they weren’t… heh, better behaved.”

Turning to his similarly dressed companion the first orc, or General Warrock as he was apparently called, gave him a slow nod of understanding. “Yes, of course you are right as always Commander Ushnar.” He hummed. “It’s for the best anyways. What we need foremost is meat to bolster our ranks.”

“You better let us go you fucking monsters!” Someone from one of the other cages suddenly shouted.

Emboldened by the first outcry several more of the bound miners and other townspeople suddenly added their voices to his protest. Insults becoming more and more obscene and graphic as the orcs chuckled merely at their righteous outrage.

“My, my and here I thought human’s were all cowardly.” Ushnar chuckled darkly. “Should we be afraid of all of these threats?”

“You know it’s all talk brother.” Warrock said dismissively. “There will be no more fighting back by these human‘s. At least none that we wouldn‘t be able to easily handle.”

“That’s where you’re wrong beast!” One of the miners shouted. “There’s still some of us out there who will fight you! Together they‘ll kill every single one of you and release us from the damned cages!”

“You wouldn’t by chance be talking of those who fled to the mines would you?” Warrock wondered in a overly smug voice. “Because if that is the rescue party your speaking of than I’m afraid there’s some bad news. But why just tell you about it when you can see for yourselves?”

Cupping the side of his mouth Ushnar inhaled and loudly called out to his warriors. “Bring out the men we captured coming out of the forge warriors!” He shouted. “The general wishes to have them be the first it seems!”

“Damn it, they caught them!” A voice from behind Landon bemoaned.

“By the gods no!” Another cried.

It was Weston Ashton though who seemed to take this new bit of news the hardest. A shuddering sigh coming out of the older man as his shoulders sagged in defeat. “B-But I thought…” He began sadly. “I thought they would be safe.”

Dutifully obeying their master’s command there was a shuffling in one area of the crowd around the campfire, the orcs standing there parting to the sides to allow a large group of bloodied and chained humans to be escorted into the square by around twenty armed orcs. At the front of this group was a battered Garrison Bartram the angry old man looking particularly incensed as he was forced to march.

To Landon’s dismay thought it did not seem like Rowan was a part of the fifteen miners and blacksmiths present. His absence making the pudgy young man’s heart sink to his belly. If he wasn’t here then that meant he must have been killed in the scuffle. Body now growing cold among the numerous other dead on the streets.

‘Oh, Rowan… may the gods see you to his paradise.’ Landon silently prayed, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Not noticing the sadness of one of their captive’s Warrock smugly approached the chained members of Garrison‘s failed revolt, smirk on his face as he addressed them. “Ah… just how I like to see humans.” He hummed. “Subjugated and bound. Completely at out mercy!”

Looking toward Garrison the General directed his words to him next. “From what I saw during our incredibly short battle you are the one who led this farcical rebellion, aren’t you human?” He said to the foreman. “Pray tell, who are you to command such loyalty in these men that they’d risk their lives trying to fight back against us?”

Chest puffing up in defiant pride Garrison’s hatefully glared back at his oppressor. “I’m Garrison Bartram, head foreman and mayor of Mountstead!” He announced as loud as he could. “And if not for your smelly troops ambushing us as we left the forges I’d also be the man separating that ugly as sin noggin of yours from your fucking shoulders at this very moment!”

“Big talk from such a little creature, aye Warrock?” Ushnar commented jokingly. “If he keeps it up you may just have to jam something down his throat to get some peace.”

Garrison’s face reddened at the audacity of what the armor clad creature said. “You come near me with your filthy cock and I’ll bite it clear off!” Spinning around to his men the mine master bravely called them to arms. “This battle isn’t over yet men! Rail against these filthy demons and show them we are not ones to just lay down like dogs!”

Despite the terror that he routinely instilled among the citizenship of Mountstead Garrison’s words had an inspiring effect on the miners and blacksmiths standing with him. Turning to face their captors the men paid no mind to their bound state and fought against the monsters, a few of them head butting a large green guts while others used their booted feet on the orc’s bare toes.

This renewed will to fight wasn‘t one to last long though. Instead of reacting as they should have to being attacked the armed orc warriors being assaulted chuckled to one another and nonchalantly subdued their angry prisoners in a manner similar to how a mother dealt with naught children.

Reaching out they picked the men up one by one, some bringing them into bear hugs and others just grabbing the back of a shirt and lifting. Held aloft the miner’s vigor was quick to die as the harsh realization of how unmatched they were finally settled in like a bad meal.

“Seems we were wrong about them being all talk!” Warrock laughed as he reached out and picked Garrison up as well. “It will do good to have such passion in our numbers. Fine additions to our army!”

“T-They think we’re going to join their army?” Landon wondered from his place in the cage nearby.

Turning to those behind him he looked to them for understanding, none coming in return as they appeared to be equally perplexed. Why would they join the people who had invaded their homes? The orcs must have been mad if they thought they would.

Garrison echoed this very thought as he hung there in his captor’s grasp. “What the blazing hell is wrong with you beast?” He said with disgruntled outrage. “No man, woman, or child of Arlian would betray our kingdom and you’d be daft to think we ever would!”

“Trust me human, I am far from being mad.” Warrock said ominously. “I know none of you would willingly betray your king. But, luckily your consent on the matter is neither needed or wanted in the matter. All that we seek is your bodies. Warrior, catch this!”

Tossing Garrison like a package with his great strength Warrock handed him over to one of his warriors, the orc who caught the surprised man holding him tight to his chest with a sultry growl. “Here, allow me to show you what I mean.” Looking around the General singled out another member of his arm and pointed to him. “You… yes you! The one with the three spiked pauldron on his right shoulder!”

All eyes shifting to the spot where the orc general was pointing they watched as a rather dim looking orc among the crowd jumped to attention, hand raising up to point at his own face in befuddlement “Y-You speaking to me General Warrock?” He asked.

Warrock huffed in irritation. “Yes, yes, you! Come here!” He snapped. “I want you to introduce yourself to Garrison Bartram, head foreman and mayor of the ruins of Mountstead.”

“Yes sire…” Rushing to close the distance between himself and his master, the orc bowed his head low for a moment then redirected his attention towards Garrison. “I am Kartaf, old man.” He told him. “ Simple orc warrior.”

“Say hello to Kartaf, human.” Warrock commanded mockingly. “You and him will become the best of friends to be sure. Especially once he’s shoved his orc pride down your mayoral throat and fucked it until your belly is filled with his cum.”

There were several moments of stunned shock after Warrock’s obscene words. One filled with sinister snickering and smirks from the crowd of greenskined invaders and silent horror, revulsion, or a combination of the two from the human prisoners. Did that beast really just say that, they all thought. He couldn’t have!

It was Kartaf who finally broke the spell of paralysis that had descended upon the gathering. His dimly lit eyes brightening for a moment the large seven foot tall beast began to giggle excitedly, hands darting down to the belt of his crude loincloth which he frantically yanked to loosen. “Put human on ground and hold still!” He said happily. “Gonna be real rough. Want it feel good!”

There was laughter at the overly giddy orc as he devastated himself of his loincloth. “YOU HEARD HIM WARRIOR!” Ushnar cheered as he gave the warrior’s bare ass a mighty smack. “Position our mighty human mayor properly and hold him in place so that Kartaf may use him properly! Make a show of his submission!”

Giving a grunt as he was dropped onto the ground Garrison only had a moment to wince in pain before his mind turned to more pressing matters, large hands grabbing his shoulders as his previous captor squatted down behind him and a giddy Kartaf padded his way closer with an exposed erection that swayed from side to side with each step he made.

“You put that filthy thing in my mouth and you’ll be left with a bloody stump!” Garrison threatened as loudly as he could. To prove he was serious the old man gnashed his teeth with an angry growl. “I swear it to you!”

“You’ll do no such thing human.” Warrock said as he watched the goings on. “Someone help and pry the human’s mouth open for your brother my! Give him the access he needs!”

Another orc kneeling down next to him Garrison struggled as dirty grime covered fingers wormed their way into his sputter mouth. Eight thick digits curling around both upper and lower rows of his teeth, pulling them apart to clear the way for the orc coming at him.

“Him ready!” The orc intrusive snickered. “Hurry, him bite hard.”

“Alright…” Thought made a little wary because of the threat given to him Kartaf stepped closer to the trapped man he was about to assault and bowed his legs slightly. The angle was awkward to be sure, but precise enough to allow him to force the bloated red head of his throbbing green shafted organ into Garrison’s growling mouth. Once inside Kartaf began to move back and forth roughly, the heat and wetness encasing his sensitive member too great to bare.

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” Kartaf groaned, long and drawn out. “Humans got tight mouths!”

There was excited murmuring from the orcish observers of the obscene act. One that quickly grew quiet as Warrock began speaking again. “Keep going my warrior.” He encouraged. “Fuck the obstinate mouth of the man who thinks he can defeat us with a measly bunch of filthy miners. Make him feed on your cum as I told you too.”

Drooling as he tilted his head back and to the side to look at his master Kartaf nodded slowly. “Yes General Warrock.” He growled. “I’ll cum. I’ll cum lots and lots!”

Doing his best to fulfill his promise the near naked greenskin continued thrusting into the warm hole around his cock without pause, Garrison forced to sit there and gag onto the thick shaft passing back and forth between his lips. Mortification and humiliation coloring his face as he glanced over to his men who were watching his predicament with disgust.

Once or twice during this grisly display of sexual dominance Kartaf would thrust particularly deep, thick organ embedding itself down the convulsing gullet he was inside for several long moments before he retreated, the thankful huff of the man servicing him only making those around them chuckle.

Back in his cage, Landon cringed as his old master’s face was forced into the orc’s pubs. A sentiment shared by all those around him as they gagged or shouted in rage at the indignity of what was happening to their sometimes feared but mostly beloved foreman.

All of this racket went unnoticed however. Every orc completely focused on how Kartaf was enjoying himself and the control he had over the smaller creature swallowing his bride.

“Hurry, brother!” One of the gathered warriors yelled after several minutes.

“Yes, we all want our turn with the whore’s pretty mouth!” Another voice came. “Everyone! Cheer our brother on, make him cum!”

The crowd riled up they all began stomping the ground and pounding their chest. The combined commotion they created growing louder and louder as they all began to chant in unison. “CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!”

A deep rumbling growl coming from his chest as he listened to the mantra of his brothers Kartaf sped up, rough animal-like grunts and the gagging of the man under him joining all the other noise around the fire until the inevitable happened.

With one last, hard thrust down Garrison’s throat the warrior went completely stiff. Volley after volley after volley of thick orcish seed spewing from his cock and filling the mouth of the elderly man before him with such quantity that it ended up being too much. Excess leaking out of the corners of Garrison’s mouth and down his bearded chin as he was forced to swallow it.

Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he drank vile viscous fluid pumping down his throat Garrison renewed his earlier objections at being force fed something so disgusting. He was unable to though because of the creature behind him holding his head in place, the lack of air he received as his mouth was filled making him a the world around him went dark and his body fell limp.

Seeing the way their mayor’s shoulders sagged as all strength left him the imprisoned townspeople of Mountstead gasped in horror, one among their numbers shouting out what they all were thinking. “They’ve gone and suffocated him!” Came the cry. “Bloody fucking monsters killed our mayor!”

However, it seemed that death had not yet taken the old foreman. Kartaf pulling himself free with a wet pop, the foreman suddenly came back to life with a sharp intake of breath and quickly exhaled it as he began to cough loudly. Spittle and cum running down his chin as he was released and fell forward, his forehead resting against the dirty ground as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Awe, was it a little too rough for you?” Ushnar cruelly mocked with a laugh. “Thought from the way you were bragging that you were suppose to be tough old man. Able to handle anything.”

“Y-You fucking…” Growling Garrison clumsily sat back up, eyes alight with pure unadulterated rage. “I’ll fucking kill every single last one of you for what you just did to me. I’ll slice open e-every green belly I see and… an… a-and… ahhh! F-Fuck… what the hell?”

“Took longer than we expected.” Warrock remarked dryly. “We’ll have to keep that in mind during future invasions. Wouldn‘t want the human‘s to fight back too much.”

“What the devil are you… you talking ab--.” Mind beginning to grow fuzzy as he spoke Garrison suddenly grew quiet, mouth coming to hang open as he began to sweat and burn like a man experiencing a fit of heat exhaustion.

“W-Why the fuck is it so hot!?” The experienced miner said after a few moments, his usual fire dampened somehow. “And w-why do I… why am I… … I… I…”

“Feeling so aroused all of a sudden?” Warrock mockingly finished for the tongue tied man. When his, oh so helpful expression earned him a very put upon glare from his red-faced prisoner the general broke out into a fit of loud laughter.

“It’s the cum you just ate that’s making you horny old man.” Ushnar explained as if it was obvious. “One single drop of it or a good nose full of our musk can ignite a passion that even the most piteous cannot ignore. Soon your deepest desires will come to the surface and you will loose control. Rendered nothing more than a wanton slut who will do anything for more.”

“And that is only the beginning Garrison Bartram.” Warrock continued with a laugh. Stepping forward he placed a hand on Kartaf’s shoulder. “Once your stomach is full of our seed you’ll loose whatever humanity you still posses. Just as your ancestors did when we attacked their settlements centuries ago.”

“Like hell I will…” Garrison huffed out weakly, defiantly to the end. “I’ll never become… b-become some s-sort of pervert. I’m… I’m a real man! So just fuck… … …”

Outrage dying on his lips mid sentence Garrison let out a long groan as he felt an intense sexual heat form in both his belly and his loins. The sensation only growing stronger and stronger until he began panting and arched backwards, mind reeling and cock hardening to a painful degree in his pants until he couldn’t hold back what happened next.

Letting out a scream of pure ecstasy the mine foreman suddenly climaxed harder than he had ever before in all his years of life. An earth moving, soul lifting, mind numbing orgasm ripping though his body that was powerful that Garrison nearly passed out from the overwhelming pleasure coursing though his entire body.

In the crash that came after such orgasmic heights Garrison shivered and moaned, the front of his pants completely wet from his own seed as he looked around at the crowd of humans and orcs who had watched him. Odd thing was instead of being embarrassed about what he had just done the only thing that was on Garrison’s post ejaculation state was how much he wanted to feel it again.

Ignoring the murmuring from his men the mine master desperately wracked his brains to figure out why he had just had the best climax in his life. It had to be something that just happened after all. It was then that Ushnar’s words came back to him. Had the orc cum made him do that? If so then all he had to do was consume more!

“GIVE ME MORE!” Garrison roared out without warning. “I don’t care where it comes from just give me more! Come on you damnable demons give me what you have! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU! I’ll suck on as many of you as you wish!!

A smirk on his face Warrock walked around Kartaf and leaned down to give the screaming man a mockingly pitiable look. “I thought you said you weren’t some sort of pervert Garrison Bartram.” He said with a smug grin. “Because I’m quite certain you humans consider people who offer to suck off as many people possible whorish.”

Another surge of pleasure coursing up from his belly Garrison let out a loud frustrated groan. The beast was right. What he had just said was shameful. But he needed more. He had to cum like he had again. Looking over to the nearest orc he found it looking back at him lecherously, the front flap of his loincloth pulled to the side to expose his cock as one of his friends stroked it absently.

“You! Give me that thing!” Garrison demanded gruffly. “Please let me suck on your filthy knob. I promise I’ll do it until you cum in my mouth too!”

“By gods, Garrison what the hell is wrong with you?!” Pushing his way to the front of the crowd Garrison’s younger brother appeared at the front. “You’re a married men for fucks sake! Think of your wife and children down below in the village! The shame they would feel seeing you like this!”

“I don’t fucking care anymore Harrison!” Garrison shouted angrily as he began shuffling towards the large green cock he had promised to please. “Martha would understand. I’m sure of it. The way they made me feel was so good, it’s maddening. A real gift.”

Reaching the edge of the crowd of monsters surrounding him Garrison quickly opened his mouth and groaned as the orc he had spotted pushed himself inside and down his throat. Happy to feel what Kartaf had the standing beast wordlessly started fucking the tight orifice. His ass gyrating back and forth as he used Garrison’s throat with little care of any discomfort his size may have caused.

The truly alarming thing though was how Garrison enthusiastically and effortlessly took the massive rod of flesh in stride this time. Growling low in is chest the once prideful man bobbed his head back and forth in tune with the orc above. Added movement that allowed the cock in his mouth to slide deeper and deeper as he acclimated to it’s girth.

“Garrison! GARRISON STOP THIS!” Harrison said, face gone completely pale as bile rose in his throat. “Release him from whatever fucking spell you have him under you band of beasts! Do it or I swear I’ll kill you myself!”

An irritated growl coming from his left Harrison’s fury soon turned to surprise as he was grabbed painfully by his hair and shoved, face first, into the hairy armpit of a nearby orc who had grown tired of his ranting. The rank and powerful musky smell that entered his nose burning his nostrils as he clawed at his attacker.

“Shut the fuck up human and smell me!” The orc who had grabbed him grumbled as amused chuckling came from those around him. “Lord Ushnar was right, as soon as you get a good smell you’ll change your sour mood and become a nice little bitch like your kin has become!”

True to the orc leader’s words Harrison’s valiant struggling against the large being strength did wane. Every single bit of resistance he had in him ebbing away just like it had in his older brother. The younger Bartram going limp with a muffled moan before his head began to move and the sounds of him slurping his tongue around the stinking pit could be heard.

Harrison’s surrender seemed to make the every member of the orcish horde around the bonfire grow even more excited. Warrock and his second in command Ushnar giving one another a meaningful look before the General raised both his hands in the air to issue a decree to those who had ended Garrison‘s earlier revolt.

“Brothers!” The orc leader shouted loud enough for all to hear. “Your bravery in capturing these miners before they could attack us is much appreciated. Because of you, none of use were killed in our sleep and for that you should all be proud! As reward I will allow you the honors of being the first ones to taste our spoils! I say put down your weapons of war and raise the weapons betwixt your legs! Use them to end their humanity and leave them moaning, panting, cum covered messes that revel in the gift bestowed upon them!!!!”

With the end of their master’s impassioned speech a great deafening cheer rose from the army of orcs surrounding the bonfire as they descended into a fit of primal, lust filled frenzy. Chuckling and growling, those who had attended the capture of the miners reached out and snatched up whichever human was closest to them. Whichever poor frightened men that was caught quickly shoved down onto their knees before a fully erect orcish cock or forced face first into the sweaty recesses of an hairy armpit or sweaty asscrack. Each quickly loosing their desire to resist as they were overtaken by the same overwhelming need for pleasure that their former boss now had.

Horrified as they watched the once brave and defiant men they had worked with become enthralled by their new masters, the prisoners trapped inside of the cages by the fires edge began to panic. Raising their voices in terror they begged for mercy and freedom. Their cries going unanswered as they jailers became preoccupied with what their sick and depraved brethren were doing.

Especially distraught by what was happening Landon sank down onto his knees at the front of the “special” prisoner cage. “I-I can’t believe that the monster’s mere scent is making them obey them like that.” He said in a hushed voice as he watched. “Making them forget all about their families, their lives, everything.”

“It must be dark magic. It has to be.” Weston Ashton said from his place behind the upset boy. “But what worries me more is that gift they keep mentioning. What could these monsters consider a gift?”

It turned out that Weston didn’t have long to wait to find out exactly what the gift the orcs spoke of was. A huffing groan rising above the clamor the fifth orc who had face fucked Garrison signaled not only the end to his own sexual release but the end to the first part of the ritual General Warrock had been conducting unbeknownst to his human prisoner.

Giving a few weak thrusts as he rode out the vestiges of his orgasm the sated monster using Garrison’s mouth allowed his seed to join that of his four other brothers. His release no obtained he then pushed the creature he now saw as nothing by a subservient whore, Garrison falling back onto his ass as a few more spurts coated his bearded face.

“T-There’s so much and it tastes so fucking good!” Garrison growled hungrily as he wiped the pearl white liquid off of his face with his fingers and licked them clean. “I was so damn wrong about it! Please another! Come one another orc come to me no!”

“I think you‘ve had just enough actually.” Ushnar commented as he stepped forward, hand going under the cloth flap covering his crotch. “Time for everyone to see what will befall them by nights end.”

“What do you mean befa--AHHHH!” Question instantly forgotten as pain coursed through his body, Garrison fell over onto his side and convulsed on the ground. His screams only becoming louder as pain surged through his body where once there had been pleasure.

The crowd stopping what they were doing to watch Warrock snapped his fingers and pointed down at the writhing man. “Someone, get those chains off of him!” He commanded hastily. “Hurry before he begins the change and they cut into his skin!”

Several orcs rushing to do as Warrock said Garrison was quickly to push them away once he was freed. Another shout of agony echoing into the night as he immediately flipped over onto his belly and then got onto all fours, desperately crawling away from everyone. Unfortunately before he was even a good two feet away Garrison felt the pain he was experiencing become overwhelming as he lost all strength and fell to the ground.

It was then as he laid there, body convulsing in the dirt, that the reason of the older man’s torment became clear. Throwing his head back Garrison keened as his skin dirty and bloodied skin started to change color. The effect that was slow at first, a dark green slowly crept up his neck and over his head, but quickly speeding up as time went on. Soon it had covered the poor man’s arms, legs, and face, it becoming darker and darker as he gasped for air.

The metamorphosis continuing from there Garrison‘s skin began to ripple, the muscle underneath pulsing and expanding as his clothes strained and ripped from the shifting of his bones. Soon the sixty year old looked very similar to the orcs standing around him. His odd change in appearance only made more clear as he rolled over onto his back and his belly expanded to rounded gut and his cock elongated and thickened until it was just like the ones he had sucked on moments ago.

It was this new green cock that signaled the end to this terrifying transmutation. The hefty organ engorging to it’s full nine inches Garrison let out a roar as he climaxed for the second time with an eruption ten times more powerful and longer lived than the one he had experienced before. It’s spray going high into the air until gravity took effect and it rained down on the man who had made it.

Reacting to the cum now covering Garrison’s new body several orcs rushed forward and dropped down onto their knees to lap up the quickly cooling with dirty giggles and disgusting slurps as more continued to pump out. Seemed that just like those who their musk effected they too also enjoyed the taste of spunk.

“It’s always so enjoyable to see that when it happens.” Warrock commented while happily observing. “Getting every last ounce of that filthy human seed out of your body before you become a proper… Orc. You lot on top of him move! Let everyone properly see our brand new brother!”

Grunts of disappointment sounding those who had been enjoying the cum covering Garrison’s chest and stomach the orcs obediently stopped their incessant licking and backed away licking their chops. Their presence gone Landon and the other citizens of Mountstead saw something that none of them truly wanted to believe could exist in a just world. Sitting there, completely naked with his bare ass in the dirt was a brand new orc, it’s head bald and it’s primitive face sporting the exact same goatee that Garrison had worn for nearly twenty years.

Showing no shame as gasps came from the prisoner cages the newly born orc immediately started to masturbate in front of everyone, large green palm wrapping around his new orc-hood so he could fervently stroke himself while the other hand went to twist his left nipple.

“He’s quite a looker isn’t here Warrock?” Ushnar said with a grin. “Seems the High Chieftain was right. When a Arlian human is used as the base, the results are rather handsome. One could spend days fucking this warrior before they grew bored.”

Warrock made a tsking sound at his second in command‘s lustful gaze. “Ushnar, don’t ruin your appetite on lowly grunts like… Garrian, yes that’s a proper orcish name!” He scolded. “He’s naught but a common foot soldier for our empire now. Men of our station should be more interested in savoring the truly delicious meats in our larder. At least at first.”

Shifting his vision over to where the cages were Warrock licked his lips hungrily. “Speaking of that, let’s go and pick out our personal favorites.” He suggested. “I’m ready to have my meal.”

“As am I.” Ushnar happily agreed as the two of them started towards Landon and the others. “I hunger for a good fuck and to see what our most precious of prisoners will become once they are full of our seed.”

Nodding Warrock quickly turned to his men and gave them new orders. “Warriors! The first part of our ritual is complete. Now you may open those damn cages and fuck them hard and rough! Change every last one of the humans into proud orcs before the sun rises! For tomorrow they will join us in attacking the village below and their own families!!”

More cheering followed after Warrock commands. Those who had yet to have their own fun with the human’s they had captured rushing past their master’s and to the cells where the rest of the citizens of Mountstead were being kept.

Reaching theses prisons the orcs nearly tore off the doors in their aroused state. The metal barred barriers giving loud clanks as the monstrous horde crowed inside despite the shouts of terror from those inside as they were snatched up and quickly devastated of their clothes before they were carried off back to the lit area of the town square to be used in whatever manner their assaulters saw fit.

Reacting to theses atrocities Landon suddenly lost all interest in being near the front of the cage he was in and backpedaled his way to the back, body pressed up against whoever was behind him as Warrock and Ushnar reached them and peered inside with great lustful hunger.

“I think I’ll take the older one.” Ushnar announced after much thought. When Weston Ashton gasped the orc reached down and groped himself with a dirty smirk. “The look he has about him is almost adorable. He’ll make such a fine pet.”

“Then take him my friend!” Warrock chuckled with a slap to the other orc leader’s back. “As for me… I think I’ll take the…”

Screwing his eyes shut as the General looked them over Landon prayed to every single member of the pantheon of Arlian gods that he would not be the one chosen for Warrock’s sick fantasies. Alas, it seemed whatever higher power there was wasn’t listening that fateful night because with a chuckle Warrock zeroed right in on him. Both hands clasping the bars as he stared at the ex-assistant through the bars smirkingly.

“I’m taking the one with red hair.” He growled lowly. “He’s timid, but I like it. It‘ll be a pleasure to see how wide those pretty green eyes of him can become as I mount him.”

Motioning over his shoulder now that they had chosen Warrock quickly called over the guard in charge of the special cage. Snapping to attention the orc, who had been shuffling from foot to foot eager to join his comrades, quickly sprinted forward. The ring of keys attached to his belt jingling loudly as he quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“It‘s those two we want.” Warrock said while pointing to Landon and then Weston. “Quickly take them to our servant’s tent so that they may be dressed properly to receive us.” Seeing the put upon look he got for his orders the general rolled his eyes. “Afterwards you have my permission to pick one from the cage as well and do whatever you wish. A reward for delaying your own pleasures for our sakes.”

Eyes brightening as the General and his second in command left the jailer orc bowed his head and turned to do the chore he had been given. Stepping up into the cage he pulled out a small dagger from his side and pointed it at the trapped humans

“Redhead, old man, get out here and don‘t you try anything!” He barked. “General Warrock said I could do whatever I wished so I might just pretend to misunderstand him and kill one of you instead of just fucking them.”

Landon found himself unable to move at the harsh sound of the monster’s voice. His pudgy body shaking uncontrollably as he stood there pressed up against whoever was behind him. Weston Ashton had a different response to the threat however. Biting his bottom lip the bearded man hesitantly stepped forward, face serious and eyes looking straight ahead as he moved.

“Alright… I-I’ll come without a fight.” Weston stuttered slightly. “Just as long as you promise not to hurt whoever you pick.”

“Both of you do as you are told and I wont.” The orc snapped.

Peering back over to Landon, Weston held out his hand. “Come along son.” He said quietly. “You heard him. He’ll kill the others if we don‘t.”

“He only said that to scare you, you old fool!” The rude man who had scolded the old cook earlier said. “You see what they’re doing out there! T-They need us for troops so they wouldn’t kill anyone.”

“Do you truly wish to risk another’s life to see if that is true!?” Weston shouted, a first for the calm and caring inn owner. “I for one could not live with myself if I was responsible for a single person getting hurt. Especially any of you who‘ve been so kind to me since I came here thirty years ago!”

Listening, Landon realized that Weston was entirely right. Despite being fired by Garrison everyone else in town had been more or less nice to him. The people at the inn and bunkhouse, the miners he helped oversee, and then there were the blacksmiths and Rowan who was still missing. How could he allow his own cowardice put any of them in danger.

With a grunt Landon reluctantly began heading towards the front of the cage, the shaking of his body making each step hard as he did. “I-I’ll come of my own free will too master orc.” He announced to the surprise of everyone.

“Are you insane child!” The town’s doctor said grabbing the back of Landon’s shirt in an attempt to yank him back towards him and the others.

“I might be.” Landon chuckled weakly. “But I-I won’t risk all of you either.”

“JUST HURRY!” The orc jailer growled. “Stop your damn talking and move!”

Giving the others one last look both Landon and Weston clumsily made their way past the jailer and out of the cage. Both of them hopping down onto the ground as the orc landed behind them and pushed them forwards into the orgy going on before them.

Peering around as worked their way around the countless numbers of naked and copulating bodies in the square Landon did his best to ignore every groan and cry of release he heard. A task that he failed at utterly when something he suspected to be orc cum splattered against the back of his pants legs while passing one particularly energetic threesome.

Giving in as the wet warmth touched his skin Landon let his eyes wander around as they continued to move. Everywhere one looked there were his fellow Arlian citizens being dominated by the huge orcs. Proud and rough miners, metalworkers, and other townspeople subjected to a wide array of perverse sexual scenarios that after a brief fight they happily agreed too. Their minds muddled as they too fell under the spell of the monsters like Garrison and his group before them.

Speaking of Garrison, it was him that Landon noticed among the crowd above all others. Or more precisely it was the orc who had formally been Garrison Bartram that he spotted. Squatting over the face of one of his new comrades who was eating him out the goateed abomination was gleefully fucking his younger brother on his cock. Harrison’s skin already beginning to change into an orc as he moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure atop the thickness in his rear.

It was only ass they passed the bonfire and his view was blocked that Landon finally looked away. His eyes shifting forward to see that a trio of tents, one smaller one in the middle with two larger ones on either side, had been set up. The three hastily erected structures connected by small hallways of sorts and brightly lit.

“You think that’s our destination Mr. Stalward?” Weston asked in a hushed whisper.

“I-It… must be.” Landon said puzzled. Why had the orcs set up tents when they were apparently all happy to do their dirty business out in the open. “That scary orc in armor said something about use getting dressed. Maybe that’s where we’ll be doing it.”

“Ah, yes…” Weston frowned, a nervous look crossing his face. “Pray tell what they’ll be making us put on. Do you think it will be bad?”

Landon shrugged. “Don‘t know…” Suddenly a pair of pants flew into the air and landed in the bonfire. It burning into ashes in mere moments. “…But something tells me we won’t be wearing whatever it is for too long.”

Their threesome approaching the tents the entrance of the middle one parted as someone came out. Seeing this person Landon stilled at seeing that this new creature was definitely not an orc or any kind. Unlike the invaders this new being seemed to barely come up to Landon’s chest, his sturdy looking form stout and muscular with a face that was near identical to a human’s save for the larger nose, large braided beard, and piercing bright blue eyes.

“A dwarf?” Weston said a little in awe.

Turning to his companion Landon realized he was right. Arlian sometimes did business with the dwarf kingdoms to the north of their territory. But this was the first time he had ever seen one of the short people in person himself.

“‘Bout time ya finally got here you damned lump.” The Dwarf huffed in a thick brogue. “Now hurry, the masters will be rightly pissed if I don’t have these boys ready for their fun.”

A grumble coming from behind them both Landon and Weston found themselves rudely pushed forwards as the orc minding them gave them a shove. Looking back at the rude beast they watched as it made a rude gesture to the dwarf in front of them and then left without a word. His distaste for the other male obvious in his dismissive huff.

Now alone with the shorter man in their midst the two “special” prisoner turned to their apparent new keeper. Curiosity in their eyes as they met his for several quiet moments before Landon felt the need to ask something of him.

However, before Landon was able to speak, the dwarf interrupted him with an impatient voice. “I’m Raulo.” He introduced. “And aye I am a dwarf. No I am not under the orc’s thrall for it only works on humans. And move your arses before I go about losing me temper!”

Surging forward suddenly Raulo worked his way behind the two taller males he was now in charge of and began pushing them towards the tent he had just come out of with a surprising amount of strength for someone his size.

Stumbling on their own feet as they entered the tent Landon quickly had to jump to the side as Raulo rudely pushed his way between him and Weston to make his way over to a large treasure chest. “I suppose they said they wanted you dressed aye?” He grumbled. “Stand still while I find something to cloth your soon to be fucked arses.”

Looking around the room Landon noticed how it was filled with all sorts of clothes, papers, and oddly cooking utensils. Almost as it was some sort of strange office. Wondering if that’s where they were Landon once again tried to ask something, but was once again interrupted as a ball of clothing hit him in the face.

“There, that ought to do ye for now.” Raulo said proudly as he tossed a similar outfit over to Weston. “Now, when you get in there don’t do anything to anger them. Listen to what you are told and it will be pleasurable. Disobey and you will be punished. Oh, and for the love of the forge master don’t complain about what they make you do. It only excites them.”

“SIR!” Landon finally said when he saw the opportunity. “Who are you and why are you telling us all this.”

Raulo gave the young human a raised brow for his outburst, one that instantly cowed the taller man with it’s intensity. “I though I already told you. I’m the Raulo the Dwarf.” The short man repeated. “That’s the only thing that the orcs who I work for call me.”

“You work for the orcs?” Weston said in astonishment. “W-Why!?”

“Same reason why yuir now their pets lads. They invaded my village.” Raulo said casually. “Came in like a plague about fifty years or so ago when I was naught but a lad. Hauled me off to some sort of orphanage while my parents were forced into servitude.” There was a short wry chuckle. “Only difference being that we didn’t end up becoming orcs since we’re able to resist their wiles.”

Landon and Weston shared a worried look. Raulo had been captured as a boy and lived as a servant ever since? What a horrible life. “Your people never tried to escape from them?” Landon asked next. “Not even once.”

For a moment Raulo seemed to become very nervous at Landon‘s question. The small bearded man letting his eyes dart from side to side for a single moment before he quickly covered his discomfort with a small casual smile and a hollow chuckle.

“Why go to the trouble lad?” Raulo said waving the notion off. “The orcs may be brutes but they treat us good in the end. Why… would we risk that by attempting a foolhardy… … escape.”

Again the dwarf suddenly became quiet, whatever was bothering him just as quickly shook off. “Now enough of this talk!” He huffed impatiently. “Quit yuir stalling and change them drawers. Hurry, afore I decided to strip the two of ye meself for giggles.”

Sighing Landon decided to give up and stared down at what he had been given to wear, grimace appearing on his face as he did. Here he thought being forced under an amorous monster was going to be the worse of what was about to him happen. Turns out it was only part of the “torture”.

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A short time later…

Facing the short “hallway” that led from the tent he was in to Warrock’s an incredibly nervous Landon made a nervous sound and tugged at the outfit he had been made to wear with a displeased frown. Was it really all that necessary for him to be dressed up as he was? Like some sort of concubine from the western lands?

Head turning to the mirror across the room Landon sighed as he full took himself in. Gone were his simple cloth shirt and burlap pants. Both comfortable pieces of clothing, along with his undergarments, taken from him and replaced by a black vest with a red lining that wouldn’t close no matter what he did and a pair of matching baggy shorts that didn’t even go down past his knees.

The weirdest part of his new additions had to be the twin sashes that had been wrapped around his waist. Almost feminine looking they were see through and riddled with small sparkly bits that reflected the light in a dazzling array of colored.

Supposedly the colors he wore were the ones of Warrock’s and Ushnar’s clan. Something that he was suppose to be proud to wear given their status. Or at least that’s what Raulo the dwarf had explained as he watched them dress. A little to intently for comfort Landon observed.

This of course rang completely hollow to Landon as he stood there about to be forced under his new “master” and then changed into a beast. But at least he didn’t have to face the awful fate by his lonesome. Peering over his shoulder as he thought of his companion Landon quickly directed a wane smile over to Weston Ashton. Like him the older man had been dressed in a similar outfit. The shorts and vest looking especially ridiculous on the cooks, heftier and more aged frame.

Stepping into the line of sight between the two men Raulo looked them both over as he folded his arms over his chest, a sympathetic look on his hairy face. Despite his rudeness when they had met and the watching them change thing the dwarf had proven to be a good kind soul. The shorter man explaining that he was a major domo for Warrock’s family as he made them eat a quick meal of stale biscuits.

“No use delaying it humans.” Raulo said as gently as he could. “Who knows, you might even come to enjoy it. Forge master knows ye wouldn‘t be the first.”

A particularly loud groan drifted in from outside just then all three of the men inside peering towards it just in time to watch as the shadow of a man projected on the side of the tent was forced onto all fours and then quickly impaled with the gigantic cock of a larger orcish form.

“You mean when we fall under their spell?” Landon winced as both silhouettes began to move against each other in erratic bliss. “I-I suppose we wouldn’t mind after that at least.”

Raulo sighed. “Nay lad, you won’t.”

Giving the dwarf a thankful nod for being honest with him Landon quickly repressed his overwhelming fear and timidly started to head towards Warrock’s chambers. He had decided as he dressed that he’d be brave in facing his the fate laid out before him. He’d look the orc general right in his red eyes and stand up to him the best he could. He wouldn’t be intimidated. He wouldn’t be distracted by his cock. Most of all he wouldn’t give the monster the pleasure of letting him think he enjoyed anything he did to him. He would fight off the magic he used as long a she could no matter how much the desire burned in him.

All of these vows firmly in place as he strode forward Landon reached out and pushed the flap that served as door to the General lair to the side. However upon seeing what was hidden behind thin leather curtains Landon suddenly found all of his bravado shrivel up and blow away.

The inside of Warrock’s personal tent could be described as some sort of bizarre combination of a treasure chamber and a exotic bedroom. Gaping as he fully entered the makeshift room Landon could see several large wooden chests lining the walls. Each filled with a fortunes worth of glittering gemstones, exquisite jewelry, and precious metals. Above these, proudly displayed for anyone to see were several of the more impressive looking weapons that Rowan and his men had made. The wickedly sharp points glinting in the low light of the room, their sheen reflected off of the haphazardly staked bottles of expensive of vintage wines that had no doubt been stolen from the local inn.

Having been Garrison Bartram’s assistant and in charge of the booking Landon had known, somewhat, that Mountstead was a rather prosperous little town. The envy of many others. But in all his time there he had never truly known the true extant to it’s glory until he saw it gathered all in one place just then.

It was only when an impatient cough reached Landon’s ears that the boy drew out of his awestruck wonder and came back to the present. Eyes shifting towards the area the sound had come from he noticed a large bed had also been placed in the tent, the large Bartram family emblem revealing where it had come from, the large and very comfortable piece of furniture sat upon a smugly grinning Warrock who stood when his and Landon’s eyes met.

Like he had, Warrock too had changed clothing since the last time they had seen one another. His grandiose looking black armor now gone the large and very strong looking orc was clad in only a simple pair of tight fitting smallclothes similar to what Landon had seen some men wear in the public baths back at the capital. A barely decent article of clothing that allowed the timid redhead to get a very, very good view of the entirety of his new orcish masters impressive body.

Warrock had a body very much like his fellow orcs had. Wide barrel sized chest above a doughy midsection an a pair of muscular arms with equally strong looking and thick legs. Every detail of the General’s form clearly telling the human that he was to obey his every command or he’d be crushed in an instant.

Breaking the silence between them after letting Landon stare at him for a while Warrock ran his hand down the length of his long braided beard and spoke. His voice being that of a male who was calm, confident, and completely sure that he was in complete control.

“It’s about time you arrive my new pet.” He laughed lightly. “Had you delayed any longer and I might have gone searching for you and fucked you wherever I may have discovered your delightful body.”

Landon shuddered. Though he wasn‘t completely sure if it was out of fear or… something else. “I’m sorry.” He said, hoping that it would be enough. “I-I’m just a little n-nervous and kept delaying without noticing.”

A bemused smile appeared on Warrock’s tusked mouth. “What? Didn’t you want to be here with me?”

“I shouldn‘t even be here at all.” Landon said with a haughty huff. “Mister Bartram told me to leave the town this afternoon.”

“Ah, then it’s a good thing we didn’t delay the attack!” Warrock laughed loudly. Moving, he slowly made his way over to his partner for the night, his stride similar to a wolf stalking it‘s prey. “I would have hated missing out on meeting a creature as comely as you my pet.”

Backing away as Warrock came closer. Landon did his best to try and think of something to distract the orc chopping at the bits to take him. It was only just as he was about to be pounced on that the boy thought of something he could ask. Something that had been bothering him since he had been captured.

“B-Before we begin s-sir, can I ask you something?” Landon said hastily. “It’ll be quick.”

There was a snort from the tent’s other occupant, Warrock slowing to glare lightly at his companion. “Fine, but as you said be quick.” He said. “Talking is not what we are here for. Far from it in fact.”

Landon nodded stiffly. “Alright then.” Thinking how to word what he was going to say he suddenly grew bashful. “Why did you put me and those other men in that smaller cage by ourselves? There was plenty of room in the other cells you were using.”

“I would have thought it would be obvious?” Warrock replied with a sly grin. “You had to be separated from the common riffraff of your kind. So you would remain pure and untouched until we could properly sully you.”

That response only caused Landon more confusion. “Riffraff… pure?” He repeated. “W-What do you mean by that?”

Warrock grumbled, quickly becoming annoyed with the line of questioning he was being put through. “Not too clever are you?” He huffed. “Fine! If I must put it more simply than the reason why you and the other fiver were singled out is because you are the only virgins living in the town!”

Hearing the full reason why he had been locked away from the other townsfolk Landon blushed all the way to his ears, hands rising to cover his chest like a maiden caught dressing as he stepped back in shock. “W-W-W-Why would that matter!?” He sputtered. “A-And how could that be true? Mr. Ashton, the doctor, the others, they were all older than me. How could they still be virgins.”

“Most likely because of your human prudishness.” Warrock said as if he found the notion ridiculous. “But trust me boy it’s true. We orcs can smell it on you. How it begs to be stolen and discarded by an experienced male with a cock! There has never been an account of an orc being wrong on the matter.”

Seeing the certainty in Warrock’s face as he assured him of his race’s special ability Landon felt his legs go weak for a moment. If him and Rowan had succeeded in their plans for that night then he would be outside by the fire right now like everyone else. A terrible thought that sent a cold chill down his spine as he stood there.

“So since I’m p-pure, does that mean you won’t be having sex with me?” Landon asked sounding hopeful. “I-Is that why you brought me in here so I‘d be safe?”

At that, a wicked look appeared on Warrock’s face. One that only became more sadistic as he stepped forward without warning and grabbed his unsuspecting guest by the back of his vest, lifting him high into the air as they spun back towards the bed.

“Oh, you chubby little thing. Calling what I am about to do to you “sex” would be an understatement of the act!” The general said huskily. “No… after I steal your virginity with all the veracity and roughness befitting a true orc warrior a whole new word will have to be created. One that will fit how utterly filthy and satisfying it all shall be.”

Going back over to his stolen bed Warrock quickly tossed Landon on top of it and smirked as he watched the human bounce on the top a few times before he settled and scrambled backwards across the surface in an attempt to put distance between them again. It was so adorable to him when they resisted his authority at first.

Back pressed up against the headboard Landon stared back as his captor gave him a peculiar look. One that seemed almost fond for a moment. “Y-Y-You don’t have to do this!” He tried desperately, referring to what had been said. “I’m really happy keeping my virginity. Honest!!”

“Like I give a fuck.” Hooking his thumbs into his undergarments Warrock slowly slid them down his thighs, his eyes on Landon’s face as he completely bared himself to him. “Now, stop trying to, as you put it, delay our fun and allow me to do as I please.”

Seeing the hungry and predatory look in the standing creature’s eyes Landon closed his eyes and nodded, accepting his fate as best he could. “W-W-Well if I can‘t avoid it then.” He said trying to be brave. “J-Just please don’t hurt me.”

“I can’t assure that what I do won’t cause some pain. But I’ll try for you.” Getting onto the bed, a yelp coming out of his human pet as the feather mattress sank slightly, Warrock growled deep in his throat and wrapped his hand around a pale ankle, his lust flaring as he yanked the pudgy body he was going to mate closer to him and climbed over it on all fours.

A whimper escaping out of him as he sensed the his orcish bedmate looming over him Landon fearfully pried open one of his eyes and instantly regretted doing so. Just as he had expected there was Warrock, the larger male giving him an expression so heated that he feared he’d melt under it’s intensity.

‘Why is he looking at me like that!?’ Landon wondered in alarm as his other opened. ‘Whatever the reason don’t let it get to you. Look somewhere else!’

Eyes going down to avoid the steely gaze of his new master Landon frowned as he once again saw something that he hadn’t wanted to see. Warrock like every other member of his race sported a member that was the envy of even the largest of horses. A thick heavy shaft, dark green in color, that was covered in pulsing purple veins and a dark maroon head that pulsed with each beat of it’s master heart.

Seeing it fully Landon wondered how on earth he was ever going to fit that thing into his mouth. That was of course if Warrock was planning to make him orally please him. Thinking to what he had seen Harrison go through Landon just as easily understood that it may be his rear end bearing the burden of accommodating such a mighty rod. A thought that once more brought about that odd mixed feeling in his belly.

However, it seemed that using either end of him wasn’t what Warrock planned to do first when he finally moved again. Taking the being under him by surprise the orc initiated their night together by bringing one of his hands up and using it to caress the skin just under the left breast of Landon’s vest. Large warm palm stroking, touching, and then cupping the left pectoral as a calloused thumb flicked over the nipple found there.

“Marvelous!” Warrock said as Landon let out a soft gasp. Withdrawing his hand the General pushed himself up onto his knees, straddling Landon’s body so he could reach down and pull off the clothing covering the doughy chest he wished to fully see. “Such pale and freckled skin. So much better than what those fucking miners had to offer me! It looks so good in fact that I’m going to have myself a little taste.”

‘Taste?’ What the heck was the monster above him speaking of Landon wondered. ‘Maybe he’s decided to eat me after all. If so I think I’d prefer it.’

Landon was soon to find out though that devouring him as a meal was not at all what Warrock was planning. Lowering his head the large green male began to meticulously lave his broad tongue across the exposed skin of his lover’s chest. Lazy slowly strokes that traced heated invisible designs across the surface as the coolness of the metal ring keeping the orc’s braided beard in place sent chills through Landon’s body

As one could expect from someone who was going through their first time Landon’s reaction to such an illicit action was instantaneous and vocal. A deep throaty groan coming out of him as he began to squirm and whimper uncontrollably. His face beginning to darken to a strawberry red color while Warrock continued his ministrations without a single hint of ever planning to stop.

How often had Landon fantasized about this? Having someone do such an intimate and wondrous thing to him? But in all those dreams he had never imagined that it would feel so damn good! If the mouth on him continued like this he may just orgasm right then and there from pure sexual bliss.

Just as he was about to submit to the pleasure going through his body though Landon quickly stopped himself. The being doing this to him wasn’t some dream lover from his fantasies. It was an orc invader who was forcing him to have sex under possible threat of violence.

No matter how good it felt Landon knew that he had to resist until the very last possible moment and remain quiet. He wouldn’t allow himself to fall under the beast’s thrall. He’d fight it as long as he could. His last chance to prove his manhood before he became a monster like him.

Noticing when the human under him suddenly lapsed into silence Warrock frowned against the soft skin he had been licking. So the little brat though he could deny him the sounds he was earning, huh? Well if that was the case then the General decided he would no longer take it easy on him. He’d show him the true skills of an experienced orc defiler.

A plan thought up on the spot Warrock mouthed his way across Landon’s chest and captured the ruddy colored nipple he had touched earlier. Careful of his tusks he swiped his tongue over the pert mound, it hardening between his lips immediately as he nibbled on the peak with a slow, drawn out, rumbling growl.

Body lurching up against the mouth latched onto him sent vibrations through his chest Landon felt his resolve once more crumbling. How the heck did the orc think of something like that!? “BY THE GODS!”

Pleased when he heard the prayer Warrock repeated his little trick one more with an almost vindictive zeal. He needed to break his sweet little pet out of any annoying habits after all. “That‘s more like it.” He huffed. “Speak to me boy. I want to hear you voice as I do these things to you.”

“D-D-Do I have to?” Landon panted out. “It’s not like it feels good.”

Warrock chuckled. “Such a liar…”

There was an indignant huff. “I am not!”

Doubling his efforts to punish his pet for fibbing Warrock let one of his hands slid down Landon’s plump and warm body. Large green fingers caressing and fondling the pliable softness of the human’s belly, tracing the stretch marks and sparse hairs covering the area for quite a while before he went even lower, dipping his palm between the boy’s legs.

“Now, now, now, what do we have here?” Warrock said when he discovered a certain lump in the baggy shorts Landon wore. “It feels like you’re aroused down here my pet. That mean you lied to me just now. Perhaps a spanking in in order? Or maybe an even harsher punishment.”

“I wasn’t lying! How could anyone p-possibly be aroused by this!?” Landon continued to protest fiercely as his sensitive groin was touched for the first time. “Y-You’re forcing yourself on me. There’s no way I’d never want something like this and there isn’t a thing you can do to me to convince me otherwise!”

Warrock seemed to become emboldened by the challenge given to him, his body once more rising so that he could tower over the human with an amused look. “How quickly you are to forget how orcish cum can change ones mind.” He said smugly. “How just one helping turned that stubborn mayor of yours into a mewling bitch begging for release.”

“I-I didn’t forget.” Landon said slightly out of breath.

“Good.” Reaching down to his own cock Warrock slapped the large shaft against Landon’s pudgy belly a few times, it’s precum covered head giving a wet slap with each strike. “Seeing that, what makes you believe you’re fate will be any different?”

Landon whimpered at that. He truly didn’t like the idea of losing himself the way Garrison had when he begged the orcs to let him suckle them. “I don’t want to be like them.” He said almost pouting. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

Taking immense pleasure in the way his human begged him for mercy Warrock suddenly started to move above him. Left foot rising upwards he quickly braced it next to Landon’s head, the rest of his body moving forwards until his large, heavy erection was gently resting on the boy’s slightly parted lips.

“Give me your name my pet.” The orc then commanded. “Tell me so that I might know which name to use when I order you to put this sinful thing into your mouth.”

Throat going dry at such an obscene command Landon unintentionally wetted his lips, the very tip of his tongue accidentally swiping across the leaking slit of the organ pointed right at his face. “I-I-It’s Landon sir.” He eventually replied in a quiet voice. “L-Landon Stalward from Arlian’s capital.

Warrock smiled evilly at learning what to call his human companion and where he was from. Barely past the borders and they already had someone from the center of the country. One who would be the first of many of the high Chieftain’s plans worked out.

But thoughts of conquering land was for later. Right now Warrock had something else more appetizing to conquer. “Good boy.” He said looking down to his pet. “Now, Landon… … … open that mouth.”

Once more Landon tried to resist the order given to him. A task which was hard considering the persistent fleshy knob poking his lips. But the longer he resisted the more he came to the conclusion that he no longer had a choice in what was happening. Not that he had much of one to begin with. There he was, half naked and aroused more than he had ever been, completely trapped between the green tree-trunk legs of his orcish master.

Doing as he wanted wouldn’t be pleasant he was sure, but what else could he do? There was no last minute rescue coming. The lessening of human voices outside telling him that. All he could do was submit and pray that the orc he became would at the very least handsome like Ushnar said about Garrison.

A whinny noise made to show his displeasure Landon did as he had been told and opened his mouth as widely as he could. The passive aggressive “Ah” he made as he did quickly turning into a surprise “oomph” as Warrock pushed the bulbous head of his steel hard cock past his parted lips and halfway down his gullet without a single bit of warning. What made the whole thing worse too was that once he was inside Warrock seemed to become more excited. A single brief moment passing before he began to face fuck Landon’s face with careful strokes.

“Fuck… now that is a good boy!” Warrock came to same after he silently enjoyed himself a little. “Swallow my pride. Savor what flows from the tip and let it be something you learn to crave like water.”

Innocent looking green eyes going upwards as he was partially gagged on orc cock Landon began to feel his eyes water. Not from shame or humiliation though there was some, but from the sheer girth of the organ sliding in and out of his mouth with increasing speed and roughness. Eventually though all of the thrusting Warrock was somehow able to work the entire colossal length down his lover‘s increasingly sore throat. Landon snuffling hard as his nose was pushed into the thick bush of dark pubic hair at the member’s base.

Laying there on his back Landon came to the grim decision that this had to be the most degrading thing he had ever done. Rendered nothing but a warm opening for the creature taking advantage of him to use. It was repulsive beyond all belief! It was disgusting beyond compare!! It was… it was… it was… by the gods it was exhilarating!!!

The very second that last through passed through his addled mind Landon felt his face burning yet again with mortification. Despite his displeasure he was actually becoming aroused by all this! The musky odor of the large pair of balls bumping against his chin. The sweet and salty taste of precum he received each time the dripping head of Warrock’s cock slid across his tongue. That infuriating hand that found it’s way to the top of his head, petting and stroking him like an animal as filthy words of encouragement rained down from above. Everything was just so damn good!

“Such a good little cock sucker you are my cute redhead.” Warrock cooed in a patronizing manner. “That’s it! Take it in deep. YES! Just like that my dear. By the High Chieftain your mouth is like silk. So warm… so tight… so good!”

Pulling himself free from the suckling mouth that had been pleasuring the general slapped each of the human’s cheeks with the spit soaked head. “Go on, tell me how it tastes?” He chuckled. “You opinion on how pleasurable it is would be appreciated.”

“I…” Landon screwed his eyes shut, face heating as he felt a wave of bashfulness wash over him. Why was he acting like this? He should be horrified that he was being forced to suckle this monster. Not blushing like some teen-aged girl with a crush. “I-I don’t know. I’ve never tasted something like it before, r-remember.”

“Oh you know boy.” Placing his cock back where he it belonged Warrock returned to fucking the throat of his cute new pet with increased speed and intensity. “I can tell by the way your tongue moves beneath it. How it craves more than just small spurts of pre. You want more don‘t you. A nice heated load of seed to fill your belly. One that I‘ll happily give you.”

Voice becoming deeper as he started to grunt Warrock slammed himself down as deeply as he could into his pet’s throat, the whimpering he heard as he smothered the boy in his crotch and the pulsing around his maleness sending a jolt up his spine that finally brought him to his release. Roaring to the ceiling he came. His thick shaft expanding even more as he pumped his thick, salty release into his lover.

The inside of his mouth quickly filling with the virile orc seed Landon hurried to swallow what came. Something which was hard to keep up with considering the large quantity of fluid that slithered it’s way down with each bob of his Adam’s apple. A thick creamy residue left coating his tongue as Warrock rode out his orgasm while staring down at him with his tusked lips drawn back in a smirk.

It was only when he was satisfied that Warrock finally allowed his lover a reprieve, a slimy trickle left in the wake of his retreating member as it popped free. “Don’t you dare spit any out.” He warned as he slid off of his pet. “I want every single drop I just gifted you swallowed. Don’t waste it.”

Landon hummed in compliance and did his best to clean his mouth of the thick substance. Completion signaled by a harsh exhale of breath and the sound of a weak hum. “T-There… it’s gone.” He announced. “How much longer do I have until I‘m turned into one of you.”

“It takes several helpings to incite the change Landon.” Warrock replied, the use of his name surprising Landon. “But do not worry I’ll be able to supply more than the necessary amount. Orcs cum over ten times before they are fully sated on average.”

The blood drained from Landon’s face a little. “T-T-T-Ten times!?” He gasped. “That’s impossible.

Backing away, Warrock quickly flipped Landon over onto his belly. A surprised shout coming from the other male as he was placed face down and then suddenly devastated of the rest of his clothing, shorts, sashes and all.

“Trust me when I say it’s entirely possible boy.” The General said, the smile in his voice obvious from the sheer amusement in his tone. “Oh, and if you are wondering, your belly isn’t the only place I may leave my cum for the change to take place.”

Looking over his shoulder Landon laughed in nervous worry. “Y-You mean you’re…”

Two sharp slaps to his ass was the first response to the half asked question. Both stinging welts soon joined by a third and forth, than a fifth and sixth, and then more and more. “I love how your skin goes all red.” Warrock growled as he relentlessly started to paddle the asscheeks at his mercy “Nice and plump like a fruit. I wonder if it’s a juicy as one too?”

“I wouldn’t know sir.” Landon answered, hands fisting the sheets of the bed as his poor bottom stung.

The older male chuckled at that. “Well, shall we find out then?”

Working his hands under Landon’s hips Warrock propped up the his lower half up, ass sticking up into the air fully exposed. Then, completely to the shock of his human bedmate, the proud orc general lowered his face and began eating out the large ass in front of him. Heated, snorting breath and slick, probing tongue violating the virgin crack with the vigor and vim of a starving beast consuming a meal.

For Landon what he was now subjected to truly shocked him to the core. Did… did the general really have his face pressed into his ass, diligently exploring the dark valley to tickle his rear entrance? He must be for that’s what Landon was felt and it was wondrous beyond words!

Landon had heard about this sort of thing before. Some men who had returned from the whore house in town speaking of this forbidden activity. A degrading filthy action that cost anyone who wanted it done double the regular price. Yet here Warrock was gleefully rimming him without any sort of compensation promised up front.

“Why is he doing this to me!?” Landon whimpered, his thoughts becoming vocal without him releasing they were. “Why, why, WHY!?”

“Because I wish to my pet.” Warrock responded with a nip to the right cheek of the ass he was devouring.

Realizing that he had spoken his private thoughts out loud from the response he had gotten Landon quickly pressed his face into the bed afraid of saying anything more. Not that he didn’t continue making all sorts of other noises as he wiggled his bottom from side to side, the creature behind him really digging into his hole with a surprising amount of enthusiasm

Did Warrock truly see him as the pet he kept calling him? It must be so because of the way he was, more or less, spoiling him rotten like this. Giving pleasure in a way that didn’t seem to match the aggressive and dominating nature he had shown as he verbally decimated Garrison and the miners outside.

‘No, there has to be an ulterior motive to this!’ Landon thought desperately. ‘He’s just using his saliva as something to slick the way! Y-Yes that has to be it. But by the gods and all of Arlian how I love the way it feels!’

It was quite a while before Warrock finally bored of giving his human pet analingus. With one last lick up the entire length of the quivering fissure the massive warrior shuffled backwards until he was able to place his feet onto the floor again. The back of his forearm coming up to wipe away the wetness from his chin and tusked lips as he admired his handiwork.

Landon had finally become docile from the combination of his own efforts and the orc cum he had consumed. Legs spread as far apart as he possible he was now left panting and sweating profusely. The full rounded and very red cheeks of his ass parted just enough to allow a good view of the pucker hidden in between.

Oh how Warrock was going to fuck that delicious treasure until it was sore and stretched beyond repair. He’d hold the smaller being down and breed that lardy ass presented to him like the orc conqueror he was, leaving his essence deep inside.

But, before he could truly and safely move on, perhaps a little more preparation and persuasion was in order. If only because Warrock was growing quite fond of the mixture of puzzlement and pleasure on his pet’s face as he stared back at him waiting for his next move.

Ignorant of the thoughts running through his orcish lover’s mind Landon found his confusion as to what he was doing only becoming greater. Again he wondered why was the beast doling out so much pleasure to him. It wasn’t like his comrades had been so giving when they overtook their victims.

Was the orc trying to lure him into a false sense of security so he could get perverse pleasure in gaining his loyalty from it? If that was so than the redhead didn’t know how much longer he could resist his charms. Especially considering what Warrock did to him next.

Resting one of his warm palms on the left cheek of the backside he was craving to fuck so badly Warrock wormed the fingers of his other hand between the saliva slick asscrack he had been rimming so gleefully and pushed his middle finger into the tight little hole up to the first knuckle. Resistance from the small ring of muscle he penetrated quick to lessen as it clenched around his invasion with delightful strength.

“Speak to me human?” Warrock commanded as he gently moved his finger slow and precisely. “Does it hurt? I can add more wetness if it does. Or do you wish for me to add more fingers maybe?”

“W-What do you care e-either way?” Landon panted out. His position and fuzzy mind causing him to be slightly short with the orc. “I-I’m just your slave now. Someone to turn into an orc.”

“Have you not realized it yet boy?” Second finger joining the first the General scissored them, Landon’s hole stretching quite nicely as he did. “You are to be my pet not a warrior. A papered and spoiled thing living in luxury back at my dwelling in my homeland along with the other members of my harem.”

Feeling his hole being widened by what Warrock was doing Landon lifted himself up on his forearms, unintentionally pushing back against him. “H-Harem?” He asked, in an attempt to distract himself. “Y-You mean you have other pets?”

“I am one of the leading generals of my empire’s army child! Of course I would have more than one pet.” Warrock huffed. “Two piggies. One much like yourself and another who’s a bloated brute of fool. They are my status symbols and treasured companions. Proof that I have been blessed by the High Chieftain.”

Landon stilled at that information. ‘Wait, did he say… … … piggies?’ He began to wonder. A line of thought that was quickly dropped when a third finger entered him. All three of the thick sausage-like appendages twisting and drilling into his hole without mercy.

“Heh, you’re liking that now aren’t you boy.” Warrock chuckled smugly. “You love the feeling of those thick fingers screwing their way into you slutty hole. Spreading you open for the real treat.”

“I-It’s alright.” Landon lied. “But… but I don’t love it!”

“Oh yes you do.” Suddenly the fingers probed deeper, harder thrusting motions driving them in. “ADMIT IT!” Warrock growled like an animal. “ADMIT YOU LIKE IT AND I’LL GIVE YOU EVEN MORE PLEASURE MY PET!”

Landon almost lost it then and there as his hole was abused. Body shaking, he pressed his face into the bed and groaned wantonly. Why the hell had he never taken a lover before!? How could he have lived so long without this kind of pleasure in his life? Then again, even if he had found someone would another human be able to do this to him?

This was it. He could not deny it any longer. “By the gods yes I love it!” Landon keened. “Damn my soul it’s so good. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before!!”

Hearing the confession he had been craving ever since his human pet had entered his chamber that night in his arousing little outfit Warrock quickly withdrew his fingers and wiped his hand clean on Landon’s discarded shorts. “Now for the breeding.” He growled as he took the human by the hips and pulled him towards the edge of the bed. “Hold still.”

“Yes sir.” Landon dutifully replied, any resistance completely gone now. “Whatever you want I’ll do.”

Warrock exhaled slowly. “Good boy.” He said. “Just the right response.”

Breath quickening out of renewed nervousness as a hand gripped his pale shoulder Landon sighed deep and pleased as he felt the large head of his orcish master’s cock press against his anus. This was truly was it. He was about to finally and completely loose his virginity and it didn‘t matter one bit who it was behind him taking it anymore. All he cared about was being mounted and filled by the thickness that he knew was coming.

That’s exactly what he got too when Warrock firmly and suddenly thrust forward. Inch after inch of hard as steel orc-hood sliding into the tight iron-like grip of his smaller lover until he was fully seated in the incredible convulsing heat within a matter of seconds.

But this pleasant forward intrusion was short, however. A growl passing his tusked lips the General just as speedily withdrew from the snug embrace. This departure in turn only lasting a moment before he slammed himself back in again with a yelp from his sweet younger lover that was music to his pointed green ears. Music that only grew in pitch and volume as Warrock set about working up a punishing, seemingly never-ending rhythm made up of meaty thwacks and heady huffs.

Drawn into this primal beat the orcish invader and his human prisoner quickly lost interest in everything else except what the other one was doing. All sound inside of the scorching hot tent falling away only to be replaced by animalistic grunt, moans, and groans as they rutted like a pair of beasts in heat.

Looking down at the lard filled ass under him as it jiggled from his forward motion Warrock growled. “You are doing a fine job Landon my dear.” He said as the human moaned. “Your ass is nice and tight my sweet little virgin. How delightful it is to fuck it. To know that I am the first who claimed it’s delights for myself. Are you happy as well.”

Briefly Landon argued with himself to say no, that he did not enjoy the fact that Warrock had been the first. After all ,Rowan was suppose to have the honor. But just as he was about to do so a unexpected surge or electricity pulsed up his spine from his groin. His prostrated pummeled by the swollen rod obliterating his innocence.

“GODS YES I‘M HAPPY!” Landon finally said, voice straining as he slammed himself back against the cock giving him such pleasure.

“YES WHAT HUMAN!?” Warrock roared back. Hand reaching out he grabbed the back of Landon’s head he clutched his hair painfully and pulled the boy’s head while continuing his punishing pace “Address me as I am boy!” The warrior demanded. “Say the title you will call me from now on. Do it or I will cease, tie you up, and leave you hard and wanting!”

That threat truly sent a bolt of dread through Landon‘s being. He couldn’t risk not reaching his climax! Not now after everything he had gone through. “YES MASTER!” He keened. “By the gods, YES MASTER YES! Please keep going! P-Please F-F-Fuck me! Do it please! I want to fucking CUM!”

Warrock chuckled at Landon’s plea. The words the youth said making an honest grin cross his green face. “Such a mouth you’ve acquired since we’ve begun my little slut.” He smirked. “But if you insist on it so strongly then there is little I can do but give you what you wish. You will be fucked until you are sated and then some!”

Picking up speed with that vow Warrock immediately went to make good on his lust filled promise and bread his pet like a man possessed. The roughness and volume of their coupling heard by even the noisy crowd outside in the town square and by a half drunk Raulo who sat in the middle tent drinking some pilfered wine. Both males rutting their way right to a twin orgasms with little care to the bruises Landon just might have the next day.

It was Landon who first reached his limit of course. His inexperience not allowing him to hold off any longer as he pushed back against his lover. Letting loose a mighty bellow that was completely unbefitting of someone as bashful as him he came hard. Stubby cock giving a few twitches as he sullied the sheets with the cum Warrock had gleefully fucked out of him. The laughter that came from the orc general when he realized he had accomplished his goal ringing in the human’s ears as he lost all upper body strength and fell face first onto the bed.

Warrock wasn’t one to boast however as his sexual partner climaxed. Feeling the hole he was sheathed in tightening around him as he pounded into his pet the orc snarled like a wild beast. Hands tightly clutching Landon’s shoulders as he moved his lower half in short, fast bursts of speed. His own substantial load filling the hole he had been breeding until the point of overflowing.

In the several moments that followed their nearly simultaneous climaxes Landon found himself unable to move. Stuck there on his knees atop the bed he continued pressing his sweaty forehead into the soft mattress under him, ass still high up in the air and impaled on Warrock’s thick member.

‘I-Is that all? The redhead wondered as he looked around the side of the room visible to him. ‘Not that I’m complaining mind you I just don’t want it to be over just yet. Maybe I could ask him to--”

“--AGAIN!” Warrock announced.

Pulling out of the hole he had enjoyed so very much the large man flipped Landon back over onto his back. Both of the human’s husky legs coming to rest on the orc’s pecs as he reentered his lover with his still surprisingly hard erection. A hardness that he instantly set about using once more as he became fully seated and proceeded to resumed fucking his pet with hard thrusts that over stimulated Landon’s already sensitive insides.

“Y-You’re ready to go again?!” Landon said in astonishment. “B-B-But how!?”

“I. Said. Orcs. Can. Cum. Ten. Times. BOY!” Warrock said, each word punctuated with a hard thrust. “That means I am far from finished giving you my seed. You have yet to change remember?”

Whimpering freely now Landon unsteadily nodded his head. “Y-Yes, I remember.” He replied. “Just p-please don’t be so hard on me this time. I’m starting to get sore.”

“Don’t complain boy. I know you are loving it.” Falling down onto his hands as he continued to move Warrock stared down into Landon’s rounded face. A sinister grin appearing on his face for a split second before he lowered his head even further and pressed his tusked lips against the human’s. Thick tongue forcing it’s way in much to the younger male’s pleasant surprise.

‘He’s kissing me now!?’ Landon thought as he submissively began to suck on the tongue ravishing his mouth. ‘Oh, yes… he’s kissing me and I love it just like everything else!’

Warrock breaking their kiss a green thumb was quick to replace his mouth. The monster’s large hand cupping the boy’s chubby cheek as he suckled on it big green eyes staring up at the General with a hint of devotion. From that look along Warrock knew that the human would be changing soon. All it would take was a few more climaxes.

Thankfully the wait period between orgasm’s wasn’t a long one as their time together wore on. Grinding into his human and holding there Warrock came again, Landon’s ass twitching around his maleness as he buried himself deep and added his newest load to the one already there. Then without missing a beat, as soon as he finished cumming the orc warrior began again, the forth of his climaxes building and building until it too burst forth.

It wasn’t until the sixth of these rounds that Warrock finally accomplished what he was setting out to do. Pain flashing across Landon’s freckled face suddenly he pulled himself free and stepped back, eyes watching in amusement as the smaller male sat up and began scratching his body as if itchy.

“W-What’s happening!?” Landon said sitting up, panic on his face. Up until that point he had been enjoying himself. Now it felt like there was something crawling under his skin.

“It’s beginning.” Warrock simply stated. Sitting next to Landon on the bed the larger male pushed him back onto the bed and began assisting him in scratching his jiggling belly with his thicker nails. “Be calm. I’ll remain here to watch over you.”

“I’m changing!” Landon yelped. “B-B-But that doesn’t make sense! Garrison and the others were screaming in pain when it happened to him. I’m just itchy.”

Snorting Warrock stared down at his pet bemusement. “They were transforming into warriors. Pain is their trial.” He explained. “You on the other hand will not be an orc like them.”

Landon felt fear overtake him. “What will I be then?” He asked, desperately trying to understand.

“You’ll be a kind of orc that we affectionately call a Piggy my pet.” Warrock revealed gleefully. “Half orc actually. Now silence. Just lay back and accept your new life.”

Unable to comprehend what the term “Piggy” meant in the context of his dilemma Landon did as he was told and laid back. Warrock’s big hands relieving the itch as his ears and the area just above his ass began to burn fiercely.

Hand going up to feel what was happening to him Landon gasped as his ear began to shift and flatten, it folding over in a manner similar to a pigs. Next the burning at his bottom increased another curious hand feeling a small curly tail sprout and grow it to resembling the ones belonging to barnyard swine.

“I‘m turning into a pig!” Landon cried out in alarm. Thinking one was going to become a brutish monster was one thing but a mindless animal. It was so much worse.

“I said be calm!” Warrock said sternly. “You will not be a pig. That is just what we call it. All orcs are related to boars. The High Chieftain made us from the dumb beasts. All that is happening to you is that you are becoming a different type of orc than me and my army. One built for pleasure not war.”

Taking what he was hearing in Landon calmed a little, though not by much. He suppose he could deal with that. Being built for pleasure meant having more sex didn‘t it? He liked that. “O-Oh…” He panted out oddly at ease now. “Alright…”

Warrock huffed out a small laugh. “Don’t worry it will be over soon. You are nearly done my pet. Only one last thing.”

This last thing seemed to be a increase in size Landon discovered. His belly becoming just a little pudgier as the itching suddenly came to the end and he was left laying there a completely changed being. That was if what his master said was true.

“I-Is this really all?” He asked looking over to his orcish master. “Is the change finished?”

“Yes.” Warrock chuckled. “I admit it isn’t much, but why sully your comely appearance by making you look as average as those miners outside.” Standing Warrock snaked his arms under Landon’s naked and sweat covered body and lifted him into the air. “Now come, let’s check on how my brother is doing with your older friend.”

Curling into the heated green skin as the fatigue from his metamorphosis caught up with him Landon nodded. “Yes master.” He yawned. “As you wish.”

“Good boy.” Warrock growled as he pressed his tusked lips to the human’s temple. “But don’t fall into slumber yet. We are merely joining my brother and his pet. Together we will fuck both of you the rest of the night.”

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The next day…

Once Mountstead had been a rather peaceful little mining town hidden deep within the mountain range bordering the kingdom of Arlian. Nestled in a small valley between the two largest peaks in the area the remote human village was thought to be one of the most protected places on the continent. A belief that had been entirely responsible for the fate that had befallen it the dark fall night before. A night where around half of the nearly one hundred and fifty men working in the mines and forges suddenly disappeared never to be seen again.

At least that’s how it would seem to those who had came along to discover the small village’s fate a few weeks later. However, if they had been present during the previous night and following day the would have found that the human populace had not in fact mysteriously vanished but was in all actuality still there. The only difference being that they weren’t at all human anymore.

Roaming the ruined streets of the once prosperous town an army of hulking green skinned monsters looted and collected what they could. Half of them having the identity of being one of the former townspeople who had lived there. Their bodies altered and shifted into the forms of orcs and their minds now muddled. Former lives long forgotten as they enjoyed the company of their new brothers who had ushered them into their new existences.

That’s not to say that there wasn’t anyone left from the mountainside town who didn’t at least have some memory of whom he had once been. No, for one man named Landon Stalward his previous existence of being the assistant to the town former foreman was still fresh in his mind as was the firing he had been given. Only thing was that he no longer cared about it in anyway. Novelty of being well rested from a night of passionate sex replacing any worried he might still have.

Relaxing atop a box of stolen supplies Landon sighed wistfully as the breeze blowing from the north caused his new pig-like ears to gently move. In some ways he was saddened to see his old life gone. But in other ways that caused a vivid heat to spread across his cheeks he looked forward to seeing what would become of him now. Finally he had a place where he felt he belonged.

Putting aside his own thoughts the redhead silently peered across the town square, the bonfire that had once been let there now extinguished, and watched as his master, General Warrock commanded his troops to prepare for the upcoming battle with all the ferocity of a snarling, snapping beast. It seemed that they were behind schedule for their departure. Something that just wouldn’t do.

It was kind of funny seeing Warrock like this now given what Landon knew about him. When they had been in bed together the General had been gentle and almost playful in some ways. But now that he was back in in front of all his men Warrock was condescending, smug, and fiercely aggressive. That’s not to say that his more tame personality didn’t show itself whenever he had to walk past Landon. The former human receiving a quick affectionate word and a pat on the head for his good behavior before the orc was off again to terrify another one of his soldiers.

“Landon, here.” A voice said from the thoughtful man’s left. “You’re probably hungry after this morning.”

Turning towards the soft spoken words Landon watched as Weston Ashton took a seat next to him and handed over a small bowl of food that the orcs had given them to eat. Like Landon, the older man too had been transformed into what Warrock had called a “piggy”. However, instead of just merely growing new ears and a tail something a little more had happened to the cook.

Weston now appeared to beat the very least thirty years younger. Most of his once completely white beard and hair a pitch black color with a few streaks of silver. Landon could tell you, it had certainly been confusing when he and Warrock had walked into Ushnar’s tent to see the second orc noble fucking a man that looked completely than the jolly old man he had come to know.

After the shock had worn off Landon had been told, on his belly of course with Ushnar taking a turn at his ass while Warrock had Weston, that some human’s went through more changes when they became piggies. If you were old then you grew younger. If you were thin or fit than you gained weight until you were presently plump. Basically you became the prefect pet in orcish eyes.

Looking over to the other men who had been in the special cage with him the night before with that thought Landon quickly suppressed a snicker. Not counting the doctor who had been heavyset they all had new physical appearances. Ones that they were struggling to get used to as they waddled around, avoiding the lustful stares of some of the orc warriors around them.

Luckily Landon didn’t have to fear such attention. No one wanting to get between Warrock and his pet. And speaking of the general…. Warrock’s voice growing closer Landon turned to see him and Ushnar approaching them with intent in their steps.

Reaching them the armored orc cupped the side of the human’s cheek and growled lustfully. “We are about to leave pet.” He informed after ducking his head for a quick peck on the lips. “You are to stay here and await out return with a small group. When I return I will be no doubt be excited and will fuck you repeatedly like last night again.”

“That is if the human’s down there don’t tire you out Warrock.” Ushnar quipped, his comment earning him a shove from his older brother. It was still weird to Landon that the two were related by blood. But seeing them now he could plainly see it.

“I’ll fuck twenty human’s and still be raring to have a go at this one brother!” Warrock huffed. “Raulo get your hairy dwarven ass out here!”

Strolling out of the tent Raulo quickly made his way over to his master and bowed low. “Yes sir!” He said in his thick accent. “What is it that I might do for ye today?”

“Look after the piggies.” Warrock said absently as he adjusted some of his gear and placed a helmet on. “By which I mean all of them. Those I’m leaving behind will no doubt try fucking them in our absence despite knowing that they are promised to the nobles back home.”

“Don’t you worry sire, I’m sure they wouldn’t.” Raulo assured with a chuckle. When his confidence earned him a dirty look the dwarf instantly grew serious. “I’ll protect the lads with me life. Be sure of it.”

“See that you do.” Spinning around Warrock inhaled deeply and let loose a shout that echoed across the town. “Warriors to arms!” He barked. “We march at sunset to take the next village! Let the glory of our gift spread across this region until were are a true force to be reckoned with.”

Thinking of the poor unsuspecting people down below Landon considered for a brief moment that he could warn them of the oncoming threat. A notion that was forgotten when he felt a surge of desire run through him and turned to Weston who seemed to be afflicted by the same thing.

Warrock and Ushnar had allowed them to take pleasure in one another last night for amusement during a low in their foursome. Afterwards they had been encouraged to do so again if the urge struck them. That’s exactly what the two newly transformed males were planning to do too. Right there in front of everyone despite their red faces. Who had time for human shame when you were no longer human after all?

Elsewhere in Mountstead the orc that had once been Garrison Bartram grumbled to himself as he checked his weapon for dents. It was a sword he had found in the rubble of the town’s forge. Not the worst but not very good either. If only he had something better to fight with.

“Brother put that rusted thing down and take this!” Someone said from across the street.

Looking over Garrison or Garrian as the General had named him after his birth watched as another orc, one with a bald head and a long braided mustache, approached him with a shiny new sword.

“Here, this should be a better fit for you a believe.” He said handing it to Garrian. “Hopefully you won’t have to spill our future brother’s blood by using it though.”

Garrian nodded, it was a shame that some resisted their gift. He wondered if he had done so. Not that he remembered anything of what he was. “Where did you find it?” He asked the other orc. “Most of the good weapons were taken by General Warrock.”

“Made it if you can believe it.” The mustached greenskin shrugged. “I don’t know how I knew how to do it. But once I was near the forge I was drawn to the flames and created many over the night. Thought they would help in out battles.”

Garrian cocked his head to the side. “Strange…” He hummed referring to how the other male remembered to do such a thing. Usually they had to learn skills all over again save for fighting. “What is you name brother?”

“Ro… Row… Rolar.” The mustached orc seemed to struggle with his speech suddenly. His eyes becoming unfocused before he quickly shook his head and grinned at his verbal difficulty. “My mind must be fuzzy from all the sex we had. Changed four human‘s last night.”

“Seven myself.” Garrian bragged smugly. “Come, let’s join the others before we are late. Warrock might be in good spirits from fucking his fat redheaded sow but that won’t last long.”

For a moment what Garrian said seemed to bother Rolar. The mustached orc’s tusked lips going downward into a troubled frown. But any concern or displeasure he felt soon dissipated when his orcish brother’s arm found it’s way around his shoulder and the two of them began walking towards the rest of their kin.

What time was there to think of the odd feeling that had gone through him? Tonight they would descend upon another town. One filled with even more humans than the mining town they had taken over had had. Human’s who unlike the men who once worked the mines and smithies would not only become warriors and piggies but a few other orc subspecies that would only bring more glory to their empire and to the High Chieftain seated back on his throne in their homeland.

The end…?