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Conquest

Pt.2

A prequel showing how Torug (whose sweet tone and talk of love belies a manipulative darkness) won over Tommy and gained his affection.

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My original intent was to have a series of short pieces with less actual story in them, but this one got away from me and ended up being almost only story.

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This story contains violence, kidnapping and a perception of romance shared only by crazy people. If this makes you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned.

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“There’s this human at my office,” I sat down the large glass of beer and looked across the table at my two friends. “He’s really something. Short and slim, just begging to be taken but he won’t let anyone approach him.”

“And?” One of the orcs sitting across from me said. “Make up some bullshit excuse to meet and get it over with.” The one sitting next to him nodded in agreement. “Or are you going to pull some shit about it not being right?” He took a large gulp of his beer and looked at me expectantly.

“I don’t care about that, it’s just impractical to force it.” I explained. My argument seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, however.

“Impractical? Tandagh is right, you know.” The orc farthest from me said, Tandagh seemed to like that.

“You know it’s right when even Yahg agrees with me,” Tandagh said and leaned over the table toward me. “They were meant to be bound and taken,” He said, his inebriation clearly showing. “We were meant to bind them and take them for our own, that’s what I did.” I leaned back in my chair as the orc ranted on. “I won’t listen to some shit about it not being practical, just do it or admit you’re a soft coward who can’t even properly bind a human to his will.”

I didn’t answer him as I left the table to go to the bathroom. As I stood in front of the urinal, I considered what they’d both said. As much as I agreed with them, I couldn’t quite get myself to go through with my plans. The arguments in favour were strong: I could easily overpower the smaller human, as soon as I’d rearranged him properly, he’d accept his new life without issue, and I’d gain a loyal mate. The only real argument against was that I didn’t think he wanted to be taken. Then again, I wouldn’t know without trying.

As I left the bar that night, I made up my mind. It might take some time to let all the pieces fall into place, but I was confident I could pull it off.

Walking into work the next day I spotted him immediately. Short, even for human standards. Golden brown hair cascading over his shoulders (perfect for grabbing). A slim waist (one I’d easily be able to grip with both hands). Sparkling eyes I longed desperately to see fill with excitement at seeing me. That would all have to wait for the time being, however. Before I could have him completely, I needed to spend some time with him, build some trust before my plan could be executed. I adjusted the tie around my neck as I walked up to him.

“Tommy?” I called his name as I stepped up behind him. He turned around and looked up at me, I could see his eyes fill with apprehension and uncertainty.

“Y-yes?” He answered, his voice thick with anxiety.

“Did you get my expense reports from last week?” I asked, leaning against a nearby wall. Tommy Reed was in accounting, assigned to watch over the company funds being directed toward executive lunches and PR events. He must have been doing his job very well, since anyone in his position would have to speak to different people at length about their expenses. To my knowledge Tommy didn’t enjoy speaking at length with anyone. I’d observed him getting along with some of the other humans in his department, but as soon as a male orc walked into the room it was like he tried to disappear into the background.

“I’m not sure I saw those, Torug,” He said, his gaze only briefly meeting mine before trying to find something else to focus on. A less attentive person might characterize his behaviour as rude or even intolerant, but spending any time watching him revealed he was simply intimidated. Ultimately, I expected this to work in my favour.

“They must’ve got lost in the mail then, I’ll stop by later today and drop them off in person,” I smiled and walked away before he could say anything against my clearly unwanted intrusion.

The rest of the day went at a snail’s pace. I got almost no work done, spending the day repeating the plan I’d hatched in my head. It all hinged on Tandagh lending me a hand later, he had not only more experience but fewer scruples than I did. He hadn’t yet responded to the text I’d sent him this morning, but he usually came through for me when I needed it.

At exactly five ‘o clock in the afternoon, as everyone was slowly filtering out of the building, I printed the last set of expense reports I’d fabricated and headed for Tommy’s office. Just as I’d hoped, he was the last one left in the whole accounting department. I rapped my knuckles against the doorframe and stepped into his office. His eyes shot up from the papers he was reading, I’d startled him.

“Here are the reports I promised,” I said and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. As I handed him the stack of paper, I looked around the room. Almost completely devoid of personal items, not a single photograph or even a plant in sight. “Nice office.” I commented, leaning back in the chair. He didn’t respond.

“These are late, Torug,” He laid down the stack of papers on his desk. “It’s not a big issue but I have to take care of these immediately.” That was exactly what my plan hinged on, his religious devotion to bureaucratic rules.

“I’m really sorry,” I feigned surprise. “Like I said, I thought they’d gone out days ago.”

“It’s not your fault,” I was surprised at how direct he was with me when it was only the two of us, either he despised crowds or very effectively overcame his anxiety when the paperwork had to be in order. “But I have to drop these off right away…” He sighed and rose from his desk.

“Tell you what, I’ll drive you!” I said and smiled. “It’ll be much quicker that way.” That seemed to return Tommy to his standard level of fearfulness. He began to protest, but I cut him off. “I insist, this headache is my fault entirely.”

“Okay, thanks,” Tommy acquiesced and went to retrieve a brown leather bag stashed away in the corner of his office. I knew he couldn’t refuse my offer, for all he knew it was the only way to keep his job. In short, whenever an employee generated an expense report, it had to be approved by an accountant and filed with the bank within a week, or every charge was disputed. If Tommy failed to process the paperwork, he might lose his job and would certainly never get promoted. I knew from previous experience that Tommy didn’t have a car, and as such he wouldn’t be able to make the time limit on his own.

I smiled to myself as we stood in the elevator down to the garage. He smelled sweet, probably a shampoo he used. We exited into the garage and I led the way to my car, a large SUV with tinted windows. I’d parked it strategically, in a dark corner obscured by a large pillar. As Tommy walked in front of me, I took a deep breath and readied myself for the coming action.

I unlocked my car with the remote key in my pocket, and as Tommy reached for the handle on the passenger door, I stepped up behind him and slammed his body against the side of the car. He gasped out in shock and tried to scream, but I covered his mouth with my hand. He struggled furiously but could barely move as my entire body was pressed against his. I was stronger than him to the point of his squirming being entirely irrelevant. I opened the back door with my free hand and rummaged around, eventually retrieving a large black duffel bag. I opened it and emptied the contents on the car roof. As soon as Tommy noticed the twin lengths of rope tumbling out of the bag, he renewed his struggles against me, but again I held him down easily. I had to pacify him somehow though, a moving person was difficult to tie up.

“Stop moving and cooperate or I’ll snap your little neck,” I leaned in and whispered in his ear. The hand covering his mouth was stained with the tears flowing from his eyes as he breathed in and out in panic. “Are you going to do as I say? Don’t think for a minute I won’t go through with my threat.” I asked, and Tommy slowly nodded. “Good, we’ll get to the nice parts so much faster once you stop resisting.”

Confident that the terrified human wouldn’t try anything, I grabbed one of the ropes and began the arduous process of tying his hands together behind his back, keeping his mouth closed with one of my hands. As soon as his hands were secured, I grabbed a piece of black cloth from the bag and wrapped it around his head, cutting off his eyesight. Now came the difficult part.

“Get in the back seat,” I ordered, pushing him toward the open door. He did as I ordered and slowly moved his shaky legs to sit down on the leather clad seat. I grabbed the bag and the rest of the rope from the car roof and tossed it into the car behind him. I briefly released my hand from his mouth as I sat down beside him. As I predicted, he didn’t scream or fight, instead he quietly sobbed as he tried not to look at me. I ignored his snivelling and grabbed the second rope, preparing to secure his feet together.

I pushed him to lie down on the seat and quickly wrapped the rope around his ankles. I had to be quick, if someone saw through the car windows I’d be in trouble. As soon as all his limbs were tied, I grabbed the duffel bag from the floor and opened it as wide as it would go.

“Be nice and don’t move too much now,” I said as I forcefully manoeuvred his legs to bend up toward his chest, leaving him in the foetal position. I laid the open bag in my lap and lifted his body upward. The limited space inside the car made it difficult, but he was so small and light it didn’t present much of a challenge. It didn’t take too much effort to stuff his body inside the oversized bag. I sat it down on the seat beside me and let out a sigh. Finally, I had him.

I closed the bag halfway and exited the car, moving to the driver’s seat. The next part was considerably easier.

As I pulled out of the garage, I couldn’t help but listen intently to the quiet sounds of Tommy’ crying and heavy breathing from the back seat. I could easily have gagged him, but since no one would be able to hear a sound from inside the car, I didn’t bother.

“Why are you doing this?” He eventually asked, his voice barely a whisper. I was quiet for a while, searching for a proper way to answer the question. “Do you want money? I’ll give you anything,” He cried. I laughed at his naïve assumptions.

“I don’t want any money, Tommy.” I rapped my fingers against the steering wheel. “But you’ll give me everything, I’ll promise you that.” That’s when it dawned on him what I was about to do.

“You’re… You’re going to bind me?” He asked, his voice rising an octave. “You can’t, no one will let you do it!”

“I’m not going through some government bureaucracy,” I answered. Ordinarily, you needed consent forms and months of paperwork to perform a binding ritual, but I was taking a shortcut. “Do you honestly think every bound human signed themselves away freely?” He fell silent as I explained my criminal intent. Of course, even if I was discovered to have bound Tommy illegally, no one would ever prosecute the case. It happened all the time. Besides, taking what you want is so much more fun when you get to decide the terms of the arrangement without interference.

“No, I’ll just add you to the crowd of happily bound boys, and no one will bat an eye at it. You’ll be telling my version of the truth soon enough,” I said, the car engine roaring as we pulled onto the highway. “By the way, don’t worry about the paperwork. The reports were falsified.”

“You think I’m not able to recognise a forged report?” He spat back from the back seat. “I was going to report them to the bank and have you fired.” I assumed he realised he had only so much time to insult me before I stripped that away. Nevertheless, I appreciated his feistiness, facing the unknown with some spirit commanded a certain degree of respect.

I drove for hours in silence. Tandagh had responded that we would meet outside of town, in an abandoned industrial park. The address he gave me was an old steel mill previously owned by his father. I assumed he now owned the land and had set up his “operations” there.

I turned the car onto a smaller road and drove past empty shells of buildings that once housed various enterprises. As I pulled up toward the building he had specified, I noticed his car standing in the overgrown parking lot. A door was open on one side of the massive building and I could see a dim light shining through from the inside. I turned off the car and leaned back in my seat. Time to get it over with.

I exited the car, opened the back door and grabbed the duffel bag. Tommy was silent inside, neither moving nor speaking. As I entered the building, I didn’t see Tandagh.

“Anyone home?” I yelled out into the dark room, looking for signs of life.

“The door to your left, down the stairs!” A faint voice answered. I followed the directions and descended into the basement. There was barely any light here and I had to walk carefully not to trip. As I came to the bottom of the stairwell, I entered a brightly lit room with three doors, furnished with only two chairs and a table. A large orc occupied one of the seats.

“So, where’s the boy? Don’t tell me you chickened out,” Tandagh said, sitting in one of the chairs. I didn’t answer but held out the bag instead. “You put him in a fucking bag?” Tandagh laughed and stood up. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“You don’t know me that well,” I answered curtly. The truth is I didn’t like Tandagh very much. He was a brutish and unrefined man. Despite this, I kept him around for his resourcefulness.

“Woah, no need to be unfriendly now, Torug,” He answered and produced a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. “Smoke?” He asked as he lit one, I waved my hand in refusal.

“You must be impatient to begin, so let’s get started. Give me the bag,” Tandagh said, holding out his arm. He noticed my reluctance and folded his arms to his chest. “You’re committed now, buddy,” He said, his voice low and raspy. “So just do as I say, and we’ll finish this.”

“Fine,” I said, handing him the bag. Tandagh didn’t even bother to look inside and simply started walking toward one of the doors. I followed him into the adjacent room, taking in the strange sight before me. The room could best be described as utilitarian. What looked like medical equipment lined the walls, with bottles of chemicals occupying the various surfaces around the room. In the middle was a single bed, fitted with the kind of restraints found in psychiatric clinics.

“Where did you get all of this?” I asked. I knew Tandagh kept a healthy set of illegal enterprises running, but I didn’t imagine he was this well-equipped.

“None of your business, Torug,” He answered, putting the bag containing the bound Tommy down on the bed. “Besides, if you were actually interested in the process you’d have proposed like a gentleman and signed the government paperwork.” True, I didn’t want to know any of it. I sat down on a chair next to the bed as Tandagh walked over to one of the several cupboards along the wall. “You can get started and get him onto the bed,” He said, sorting through brown vials of liquid in one of the drawers. “I trust you’re familiar with how to restrain a boy?”

I didn’t bother to answer. I stood up and unzipped the bag resting on the bed. Tommy lay inside, completely still. His eyes were closed but I could see he wasn’t sleeping, merely trying to shut out the world. I tipped over the bag, letting his lithe body tumble onto the white sheets. As I untied the blindfold, he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Please don’t do-“ I shut his mouth with one hand and began the process of untying his legs. Tandagh walked over to the bed and stood beside him.

“I say…” He whistled quietly. “Quite a catch.” I ignored him yet again, gesturing for him to help me in restraining the human.

Together, we made quick work of the task and soon enough Tommy was bound to the bed. Despite having two orcs manhandle his body, he remained completely silent.

“What now?” I asked, standing back.

“First you’re going to pay me, then I’ll get to work,” Tandagh said, looking at me. I rolled my eyes and produced a slip of paper from my wallet, a bank record indicating a large transfer of funds. Tandagh regarded the note for a minute, then threw it to the floor. “Good, now I need you out of the way. You can sit outside and wait, there’s a sofa and some beer in one of the other rooms.”

I took one last look at Tommy; his eyes were closed but tears were still rolling down his cheeks. I pushed my conscience away with the thought that it would all be over soon anyway.

As I left the room and closed the door behind me, I initially heard nothing. Seconds later I heard the mounting sounds of screams and whimpers as Tandagh got to work.

About three hours passed, punctuated only with occasional sounds of screaming and muffled protests. I was thankful Tandagh had provided something to drink. After a long period of silence, I heard footsteps and Tandagh entered the room.

“Come with me,” He said, and I quickly got up and followed him. The sight that greeted me as I entered the other room was sobering. Tommy lay naked on the bed with multiple IV units connected to his restrained arms. His eyes were closed in deep sleep and his normally pale skin was white as a sheet. “Pick your jaw up off the floor, Torug,” Tandagh said. “This is what it’s supposed to look like.” He walked over to a table in one of the corners and picked up a large bowl sitting on top of it. “Now I need something from you,” He grinned and handed me the bowl. “Some DNA, to be precise.”

“You want me to masturbate into this?” I asked, looking at the bowl in my hands.

“If you’d rather jack off straight into the isolator, be my fucking guest,” Tandagh pointed to a large set of machines in one corner of the room and then back to the steel bowl. “But most people find this more comfortable.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I answered. The bowl certainly was the better option. “Mind if I do it in private, or do you want to check the quality yourself?” I quipped and Tandagh waved me away.

I made my way back to the adjacent room with the sofa and sat down. I hadn’t come in days, and despite the brutal surroundings I wouldn’t have any big trouble getting inspired.

Closing my eyes and unzipping my trousers, I exposed my manhood to the cold air. I gently massaged my sizeable orc member in my hands as I imagined the scenario that always got me aroused. A hotel room abroad and a large bed where my Tommy waited patiently for me. My dick rose to attention as I imagined how I’d remove the covers from his naked body and climb atop him. I’d guide his mouth to my crotch and feed him every inch of my fat cock, watching him struggle to take me. I couldn’t wait to realise this fantasy, to watch him moan beneath me. His pale body contrasting so beautifully against my dark green skin. I’d take him for hours, relenting only when he begged me to stop, and even then, only to resume shortly afterward.

I could feel the steady streams of thick precum leak from my stiff member as I imagined how it’d feel when I mercilessly speared his little body on my oversized cock, sending him into a state of inescapable delirium.

My legs were shaking and my muscles tensed as I furiously worked my hands up and down my slicked-up cock, the room filled with my grunts and moans. Finally, I angled my cock down toward the bowl resting on the ground and unleashed the first jet of seed from my cock. My head was filled with a single image as I came, Tommy’s moaning face from above as I pumped yet another massive load into his willing body.

The sound of my cum hitting the bowl was like a waterfall, overpowered only by my moans as jets of white orc seed rapidly filled the bowl to capacity. As my orgasm slowly died down, I leaned back into the sofa and let my softening cock slip from my hands and flop down against my thigh. I could barely wait until I could give this to Tommy.

After a few minutes, I stood up and carefully picked up the bowl from the floor. I didn’t know its exact size, but I’d estimate it now contained at least four litres of scalding hot cum, an average load for an adult orc.

As I entered the room carrying the liquid, I saw Tandagh sitting by the side of the bed smoking. “You’re louder than most people,” He said. “Set it down over there.” He pointed to a table next to a mass of machinery I didn’t know the exact purpose of.

I stood back as Tandagh grabbed the bowl and slowly poured its contents into a hopper on top of the machine. At the press of a button, it whirred to life and began a steady series of beeping. A small display on its front face read “Analysis”, giving me a clue to what it was doing.

“It’ll isolate the DNA provided and produce a serum that completes the binding,” Tandagh said, noting my puzzled expression. “We inject it into little Tommy over there, and it’s all finished.”

“What was all the stuff earlier about? If you just needed this part, why the fuss before?” I asked, pointing to the multiple hoses and IV bags connected to Tommy’s limp body.

“To make him forget,” Tandagh stated. “In a “proper” binding, you’ll both have happy memories of the ceremony,” He fiddled with several of the dials present on the machine. “But for obvious reasons, he can’t remember this. So, we induce a mild amnesia, making him forget the past few days. That should be enough for you to weave a convincing tale about whisking him off his feet and the two of you agreeing to a binding in a less scrupulous chapel.” Tandagh lit yet another cigarette as he talked. “He’ll be nice and pliable for you, but bound humans are naïve and need some handholding. You can’t have him telling someone he can’t remember how he moved in with you.”

“Obviously,” I said, sitting down beside the bed. I knew I’d have to make up a story for other people, but I hadn’t quite realised I’d have to lie to Tommy. Oh well, in the grand scheme of things that was the smaller sin.

“Chin up, Torug,” Tandagh laughed and continued working with the machine. “You’ll have your perfect boy soon enough; the rest is detail.”

We sat in silence as Tandagh worked and I studied Tommy lying beside me. I’d never seen him naked before. He was just as slim as I’d imagined him to be, perfectly toned and tight. Some body hair dusted his body, I’d have him get rid of that. His genitals weren’t impressive. No human compared to an orc in that department, but Tommy’s were particularly small. Not that I’d want it differently, he wasn’t supposed to measure up.

A loud beeping roused me from my trance, and Tandagh walked over to me carrying a syringe in his hand. “This is it,” He said. “Before we do this, are you sure you’re going through with it?” I studied his face, no trace of concern. This was business to him. “He won’t remember a thing, you can dump him at his apartment and it won’t be a problem.”

“Do it,” I said, letting one of my hands rest on Tommy’s naked arm. “I’ve put this off for months anyway.”

“As you wish,” Tandagh said and inserted the syringe into one of the sleeping human’s arms. Slowly, he injected the viscous fluid. As soon as the syringe was empty, he pulled it out and produced a band-aid from his pocket, covering the pinprick with it. “There we go.”

“What now?” I asked, looking expectantly at Tandagh.

“This is where I’m finished. Now you take him home with you, let him sleep for a while and once he’s awake it’s smooth sailing,” He winked at me and began to pull out the catheters connecting Tommy’s body to the various IV bags hanging above the bed. I helped him release the leather restraints holding the pale body to the bed, and once we were finished, I finally held Tommy in my arms. His body was limp and cold, but it was all I’d waited for.

Tandagh stood back as I clothed his sleeping body and carried him out of the hospital room.

“Can’t wait to see the two of you together, Torug!” Tandagh said as I began walking up the stairs to exit the building. Despite my dislike for him, Tandagh had proven valuable once again.

My mind was clouded as I laid Tommy in the backseat of my car and began the long drive home. The hours passed uneventfully as I drove, and eventually I reached the garage beneath my apartment building. I silently hoped no one would see me as I carried Tommy up the stairs and into his new home.

As we came inside, I laid the still sleeping human on my sofa and sat down, laying his head in my lap. My heart was beating furiously, my misdeeds had succeeded, and Tommy was mine.

I had been ignorant of the exact procedure, but the results of a binding were fully known to me. In short, I’d forced Tommy to love me. He couldn’t live without me, his body and mind attuned to me in an unbreakable way. The only thing left to do was to properly break him in once he awoke. As I ran my hands through Tommy’s hair, I came to realise just how tired I was myself. I stood up and pondered what to do, and finally decided that a few hours of sleep couldn’t hurt.

I picked up Tommy from the couch and carried him to the bedroom, gently laying him down on the bed. Piece by piece I removed his clothes, and then pulled the covers over his sleeping form. I stepped into the bathroom to clean up before I laid down myself, washing away the taste of beer and the smell of cigarettes would go a long way to making me feel better.

Once I’d brushed my teeth and had run a damp towel over my body I stripped down to my underwear, only to hear the quiet sound of footsteps behind me.

“Torug?” I heard a voice from behind. I hadn’t really prepared for this.

“Hey there,” I said and turned around. Tommy stood naked in the doorframe, his eyelids heavy with sleep, but filled with confusion. “How’re you feeling?” I slowly walked toward him, and my heart nearly leapt out of my ribcage when he stretched out his arms and rested his head against my chest.

“Where am I?” He asked, closing his eyes as I laid my arms around his small form. “What happened?”

“Don’t you remember?” I lied, closing my eyes and inhaling the sweet smell from his hair. “We’re bound now, I asked you to be mine and you accepted.” I waited for a response as Tommy breathed slowly against my naked skin.

“Why can’t I remember that?” He asked, groggy with sleep still.

“They said earlier that you might be out of it for a while, love,” I said, rubbing circles against his skin with my fingers. “We had a lovely evening together, you looked so beautiful in the chapel next to me.”

“Okay,” He mumbled, clearly falling asleep once again.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I said, leading him back to the bedroom. We lay down beside each other and I drew the covers over us. “I’ll tell you all about it in the morning, I’m sure you’ll remember more by then…” He was already asleep as I finished my sentence, and I drew him closer to me. I had some work to do in moulding him to perfection and getting him to accept everything, but for now I was utterly content in simply holding him in my arms.

“You’re going to be so happy with me, Tommy,” I whispered in his ear, slowly caressing his pale skin. “And I’m so happy to finally have you.”