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El Macho woke with a groan. His muscular body felt heavy, and he could feel himself perspiring like crazy. It took some time for the haze in his mind to clear, and even more time for him to remember what had happened. The place he saw when he opened his eyes was unfamiliar to him. He looked down to find himself hanging in mid-air, held there by the strange, tingling things that held his arms behind his back. No matter how hard El Macho tried, the bonds wouldn't break.

"Look who's awake."

El Macho's head snapped in the direction of the voice, a feeling of dread forming within his gut. Sure enough, there was the wizard from before. The dread intensified when recollection of their meeting came unbidden to his mind...

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El Macho had first come across the wizard earlier, during his trip into the Whispering Woods. El Macho hadn't gotten too deep in before a strange human stumbled across the path. He could tell from the robes the human wore that he was a wizard of some kind.

"Are you the Orc they call El Macho," asked the Wizard.

"I am," he'd replied, a note of inquiry present in his deep voice. "Who wants to know?"

The Wizard smiled at him. "My name is of no consequence," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, "What I need, however, is."

El Macho narrowed his eyes at the human mage standing in front of him. "And just what do you need sorcerer?"

"Legends speak of an orc. They say that he's stronger than most, and that his power comes from a rather... peculiar part of his body." The Wizard's eyes trailed down El Macho's body. "It is said that the power can be used to empower the strongest of magicks."

"The legends say a lot of things," El Macho remarked. The feeling he got from the human made his hair stand on end. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Then you don't deny that you're the orc of legend?" When the orc in front of him didn't say anything he continued. "Good, then that'll make things easier," he smiled, rubbing his hands together as he started towards big orc.

"No."

The Wizard stopped in his tracks. "Excuse me," he blinked.

El Macho huffed a few times. "No, I won't help you."

El Macho started to step around the Wizard, only for him to cut him off. "Are you sure that you won't reconsider," the Wizard pleaded through twinkling eyes.

"I'm sure," El Macho growled, his hands clinched into fists, "now get out of my way."

"Such a pity," the Wizard sighed, shoulders slumped in an overly dramatic pose, "I guess that we'll just have to do this the hard way."

El Macho had crouched into a battle stance when he saw eldritch energies swirl around the Wizard's right hand. The wizard tilted his head and looked up at El Macho, revealing glowing yellow eyes. The Wizard's magicked hand shot forward and a bolt of cerulean energy shot out of his outstretched hand and slammed into El Macho's hairy chest so hard that it knocked him to the ground.

The force of the blast had knocked the wind out of El Macho. He lay sprawled on the ground, stunned by the spell. The Wizard disappeared in a swirling blue light, only to reappear next to the downed orc a moment later.

"Tisk tisk tisk. You had your chance," the Wizard cooed, as he crouched down beside the downed orc. "Now we're gonna have to do this the hard way."

El Macho felt the Wizard's magicks on him and lifted his head up just in time to see the red and yellow trunks that were he'd worn since leaving the village burst in a shower of sparks, the mighty weapon they covered laid bare for the world to see.

"My my. Now there's a mighty weapon you have there." El Macho body instinctively bucked from the Wizard's touch on his cumbersome cudgel. His cock was one of the many reasons he'd switched to trunks instead of the traditional loincloth his people usually wore, being many times more sensitive than other orcs; one of the downsides to being the chosen one. "Looks like you're pretty sensitive too. That'll make this easier."

El Macho groaned as he felt the Wizard's hands jerk furiously at his rod. His hairy body bucked with each pull of the Wizard's hands. It wasn't long before the mighty hero melted into a slavering mess under the Wizard's touch, his body captive to the unwanted ecstasy the Wizard was giving him.

"Can't take it, can you hero? Yeah even without my magic I - oh?" A burst of crystal-clear pre from El Macho's subjugated cockhead brought the Wizard's attentions upward. "What's this now," he said, as he scooped the pre from ground. He turned it over in his hands a bit and then licked it off his fingers.

The wizard gasped in shock as he felt a swell of power deep within his being. "Magnificent," he gasped, temporarily breathless, "So the legends are true after all. I simply must have more."

El Macho gasped as he felt the Wizard grasp his cock, only for a larger gasp to escape his mouth when he felt the wizard opened his mouth and sucked his dick into his mouth. The wizard, unable to go down all the way, sucked wildly on the bulbous head, his half-lidded eyes fluttering as he savored the taste of the green-skin's pre. El Macho fought against the maddening lusts that raged within him, grasping the ground beneath them in an effort to keep himself from cumming.

But it was all for naught; El Macho's cockhead swelled within the Wizard's mouth and the human mage knew that the orc was about to blow. Knowing that he was close to victory the Wizard started to knead El Macho's mighty pouch of power, determined to drink more of his sweet nectar.

El Macho grunted once, twice, and then groaned out long and low as he felt himself give out. Several thick loads of orcish essence flowed from his subjugated sac, out the enthralled cockhead, and into the Wizard's mouth. The Wizard swallowed the empowered spunk noisily, and what little he couldn't swallow spewed out the sides of his mouth. And all the while, the Wizard never stopped kneading El Macho's power pouch.

El Macho's body bucked one last time before he slumped back, defeated. The wizard sucked another thick load of El Macho's potent spunk before he stopped himself; satisfied that he'd sucked as much from the hero as he could. The wizard then started to lick El Macho up and down, determined to not let a single drop go to waste. The Wizard rose to his feet when he'd finished.

"Incredible," he said under his breath, more to himself that anyone else. "Simply incredible. I never imagined that it would feel so good." He looked down at El Macho, whose exquisite chest rose and fell with each breath, quite proud of the way he'd conquered the giant green-skin. El Macho looked up at his wizard through groggy eyes. The blowjob had drained his power pouch of their contents, and him of his strength. He saw the wizard reach down and place a hand on his forehead. The Wizard muttered something under his breath and then El Macho felt himself fall into darkness..

"Rest well my orc. For when you awaken, then the fun begins..."

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"W-What do you want from me? Didn't you already get what you wanted earlier?" Again he struggled in his bonds, drawing strength from his mighty power pouch. The extra strength was enough to let yield but for a bit before snapping back into place.

"My magick is too strong for you now, El Macho," the wizard said, as he stepped forward, "I've already ingested too much of your liquid might."

El Macho looked on as the Wizard pulled his robes back, revealing a magnificently muscled frame. Looking lower he couldn't help but notice the Wizard's own rod standing tall, pre-cum dripping from the darkened crown. The Wizard took out a wooden staff from the insides of his robe and waved it in front of him. El Macho felt a sharp gust of wind, and was made painfully aware of the lack of his pouch's lack of protection, his legs instinctively rising to guard his overly-sensitive dick, as a large circle formed on the ground beneath him.

"That's one," the Wizard said, "And now for the next part," he brought up his right hand, around which the self-same cerulean energies began swirling around his outstretched hand. El Macho gasped as he felt the wizard's magick on his mighty rod. He looked down to see those same cerulean swirls that flowed on the Wizard's hands flow around his rod, pulling him forward by the grip they had on his weapon. The Wizard muttered in an eldritch tongue, his gaze on the orcish cock his spell was currently stoking to full hardness. El Macho could do nothing but groan as he felt those rings going up and down his encapsulated fuck-stick.

Once more he yelled out, his grunts of resistance melting into a long moan of submission as thick bursts of orcish cream shot out of his enraptured cock. El Macho's body jerked and twitched as his pouch of power, his source of strength and might, submitted to the Wizard's magical ministrations, increasing production of the orc's liquid strength. El Macho's magick-empowering spunk shot up into the air, raining down into the circle that the Wizard had set up between them.

"That'll do quite nicely," the Wizard said as he eyed the subjugated cock in front of him, spewing gallons of the orc's heroic essence into the magical circle, which had already begun to overflow. "But I need more from you, my orcian hero. So much more..."