Ritual Orc Orgy Before Battle
** Hey all, I decided to take a break from my Olias stories to write a quickie for Orctober. Any questions, comments criticism, or praise is appreciated!**
The sun rose upon the camp in the woods, peaking over the hills as it poured waves of golden sunlight over the rolling hills and its denizens. One camp was rather busy in particular, as its muscled green inhabitants bustled and rushed about, preparing for battle. Most of the village had separated to go on a trip across the land, preparing to raid a human village that was supposed to be rich in natural resources. As the orcs went about getting their weapons prepared, armor fitted, and their other things on the eve of battle. One of the most important of orc traditions in this particular clan was to be observed. The one of which orcs would be designated as moral raisers. It was a rather simple concept, some orcs were better suited as moral raisers for the others than as actual warriors on the battlefield. This task was more often than not given to the members that were young, as they had room to grow strong, and the possibility of throwing their lives away this early would hurt the tribe as a whole. The leader of the tribe was a massive towering form, red and black tribal tattoos stretched around his midsection, crude in design, but terrifying to his enemies. only the leaders of their tribe were allowed black tattoos, so it was a rather big deal. A male truly in his prime, this leader who went by the name of Crough, he had black hair that matched his short black beard, which would have been shaven had they not been on the road for a few weeks. His tusks proudly jutted out from his strong powerful jaw, and as he exited his tent, all the eyes of the other orcs were drawn to his massive jutting erection, pushing aside his meager loincloth and towering fully hard at a foot and a half long. As he walked through the encampment, the other members of his tribe watched him, some in fear that they were to be chosen, but that was only something the weak felt. As for the strong, they looked up to him with nothing but respect, and for the elite few, a challenge; a mountain to be toppled in order to be the chieftain. Now was not the time for that, as that was something to be decided during time of peace. Crough made it to his destination, a huge basin in the middle of camp. He dipped the massive digits from one of his hands in before pulling them free, which were now coated in black war paint. Turning he found his first 'volunteer' almost immediately. A rather small orc, just barely old enough to fight at fourteen years old, and who had much to learn about combat. The beast approached the boy, who looked a bit frightened but was trying to fight his fear off. Ignoring any protests from the lad, the roughly pushed the recruit to the ground, and ripped off the smaller orc's loincloth, exposing his youthful, yet muscled rear to all of the onlookers, who's own erections were beginning to grow, and tent their own loincloths. Placing a finger on one of the boy's cheeks, he began drawing on the young rear. Pulling away only once finished, a crude orcish symbol with jagged lines was printed in war paint on the ass cheek. The meaning behind the symbol was even less eloquent than the design, as it meant "Breed here" In orcish. Another more experienced orc, a warrior by the name of Gnorl pulled the boy's cheeks apart, grinning all the while. The leader ignored his warrior's obvious enjoyment, and proceeded in a serious manner to draw a circle in black paint around the orc's green upturned anus, eliciting a shiver from it's owner. A rope found it's way into Gnorl's hands, and he tied the boy's arms together, making his face press down to the dirt, and unable to prevent anything from happening to his rear. Gnorl reached down to tie another rope around his balls and cock base, chuckling when he found the boy hard and pulsing, he knotted it tightly, making it hard for the boy to cum. As he heard some whoops and a loud moan from the boy he'd recently volunteered, he proceeded to find the next orc that would be designated as a breeder for this upcoming battle. As it just so happens, the next orc wasn't a youngling like the last one. He was famous in the tribe for loving to cook, a trait which was extremely rare among orcs. This male was also strongly muscled, but had a rather large muscle gut, and ass, given his profession it wasn't hard to figure out why. His name was Sabash, and Crough's didn't care for cooking, all he cared about was fighting. Sabash didn't seem mind as he was pushed down, and his loincloth ripped off; after all, battle wasn't his passion, it was cooking. As his fat cheeks were exposed, the other orcs looked on hungrily drinking in his exposed, winking hole, eyeing him up like one of his meals that he was so famous for. Once he was tied up, the tribe of horny orcs carried him to the center of the encampment where the war paint was. Crough proceeded through the encampment of a couple hundred orcs, picking the ones he found most suitable for the position. He'd explored almost entirely through the camp, the current number of orcs chosen were 9, and he was looking for his tenth. Finally his eyes settled on the perfect candidate. A warrior by the name of Kurz, who was famous for challenging the hardest veteran warriors and losing every time. It didn't take many fights for the veterans to realize that he was losing on purpose, not that they minded, because the winner got to rut the loser. Kurz wasn't a bad fighter, but his nature as a natural bottom slut made him a perfect moral raiser for the rest of the tribe. Crough shoved him over and repeated the process to his rear, but this time he received the rope, tied Kurz' arms himself, and then proceeded to carry him off to the center of the camp. Once there, he was treated to the sight of his battle ready warriors fucking their inferior subordinates chosen for this ritual. The first of his volunteers was being fucked in both the mouth and the ass by two veteran warriors, with three marks in war paint on his ass, signifying the number of loads of orc seed he'd received in his asshole. To the side Sabash's large frame was bent over and moaning loudly as two smaller orcs double-penetrated him, he only had two marks on his ass, but one on his forehead as well. The tribe parted for their leader as he carried his prize to the center of the group. He roughly dropped Kurz right next to the basin of war paint, and began slathering the leftovers from his hand over his massive cock, creating rings of black paint around his godly green fuckpole. Once he was satisfied with the result, he brought his head down to Kurz's ass, predatorily savoring the sight of the male's pulsing ring of flesh. Extending his tongue, he deeply licked from the base of the male's balls all the way up over his anus, only stopping when he reached the end of his green asscheeks, taking in the musky flavor of his submissive warrior bitch that was only good for breeding. He withdrew his head from the pulsing ring of flesh, angling his cock to the hole, slowly squishing his head against the entrance, and watching Kurz' reactions as he pinned his face to the ground. Slowly his cock entered into the male, a ragged moan of pain coming from the orc as he was penetrated dry by the biggest cock in their tribe. His experience had paid off, however, and Crough grinned for the first time that day, relishing the tight ring gripping his base before he shoved his cock roughly into the orc's anus. The bottom cried bloody murder as the cock hit the wall of his rectum with about 8 inches sheathed in, unable to push in any more...yet. Crough just laughed, his men laughing with him at the trouble Kurz was having with his cock. "Hah, that's it? Come on slut, you can do better than that, or maybe you're just a human with green skin." The leader said, ramming his cock against the male's wall sharply again for emphasis. Kurz just groaned deeply, his eyes watered, and his ass felt like it was being torn apart from the inside, but he loved it. No matter what they said, what this made him, he loved it when another manly orc fucked his brains out, and he'd be damned if he was going to disappoint his leader by being a bad bottom. With a pained, drawn-out moan he slowly pushed his ass back, feeling the cock slip deeper as his rectum tightly squoze the cock, while opening up just enough for a chance to go deeper into him. Crough grinned again, his feeling his cock sink deeper into the orc's body as Kurz painfully pushed back against him. "Want to know why I picked you Kurz?" Kurz just groaned, trying to act tough as his leader sunk his dick deeper and deeper into his body. "Because I can't have any of my warriors willingly offering their asses to the fucking pink skin males." This caused a roar of laughter from the orcs in waiting, Kurz didn't have anything to say back, blood rushed to his face, but he just looked at the ground in defeat. The orc Chieftain just kept jabbing deeper and deeper without pulling, causing more than a few pained grunts and curse words from the green skin below him. Finally, his hips pressed against Kurz' ass cheeks, he withdrew his hand for quite the wind up, then slammed it back down onto his bottom's ass cheek, causing a loud clap that resonated above the revelry going around them, and making Kurz lurch forward and shake. Inside Kurz' ass, Crough flexed his mighty member, making sure his little warrior slut wouldn't forget how much cock he was taking. "Feel that, whore? You're lucky I'm fucking you, in fact, I want to hear you say it. Thank me for fucking you." He growled, repeating the slap with the same force causing his muscular ass to shake. "T-Thank you for fucking me." Kurz mumbled dejectedly. Crough wasn't having any of it, he puled Kurz' head up, so he could see all of the other orc's looking at him, well the ones from the front at least. "Yell it." he stated, slapping his massive palm against the upturned cheek again. "Uhh! Thank you for fucking me!" Kurz yelled, broken by the chieftain. Yet again, this caused another uproar from the crowd, who laughed and taunted him. Even the other volunteers were laughing. Well, the ones that didn't have dick in their mouths. Crough smiled cruelly, satisfied with breaking the warrior "Every time I slap your ass I want you to thank me, and If I don't hear you I'm just gonna slap harder." he said, bringing his hand down like a hammer once again. "Thank you!" Kurz yelled once again. The tribe was beside themselves with laughter, Crough smiled down, this was having the exact effect on the his battle ready warriors that he hoped it would. He began to withdraw, going all the way back to the tip, then in less than a second he forced his cock all the way back in. Kurz cursed openly, Crough slapped his cheek again, he quickly thanked the leader, the tribe laughed at him again. Crough began to work up a pace, after all, since his plan was working he may as well make use of the willing bottom. The two orcs that were fucking Sabash's ass both grunted at the same time, blasting their loads into the much bigger orc's ass as he milked them dry. After wetly pulling out, and standing up, they dipped their hands into the bowl, marked his ass with another tally each, then proceeded to place the war paint on each-others faces and bodies. Immediately another orc, this time a larger one, replaced where they had been. Once finished, they departed out to find their armor and weapons. The center of the encampment by this time was bustling with orc males, no females had come along, they were rare enough so that the chieftain didn't want to risk their lives by taking them on a raid, which is also the reason the remaining orcs would be taking their frustrations out on their fellow male warriors. One orc was pinned down on his back, he was another one of the younger crew, and he had a big orc, who's hair was beginning to gray pounding into him with massive force. Each time the topping orc ploughed into his green, cum-slick asshole, he grunted, and moaned, his youthful voice making onlookers cocks jump and twitch. His own shaft was completely hard, and a trail of pre was leaking over his belly and onto the ground, pooling amidst the grass and dirt. His face was covered in cum, in fact the same orc that was fucking his ass had already blown a load in the boy's face, making sure to shoot all over his rough-yet-cute face and tusks. Crough by this point had begun to pound harder at Kurz' asshole, his shaft was forcing its way in and out at his own pace, and he kept slapping the male's ass, each one emphasized by a thanks from the submissive green skin. He just kept speeding up, not caring if Kurz was in pain or not, after all, if he wanted to be a bitch, this was exactly what he should expect. If you want to be a submissive in this army, you need to accept the fact that you are there to service, not you're own pleasure. His warpaint-coated cock was slick with precum as it went to battle with the needy fuckhole, pistoning in and out of it, forcing the ring of flesh, and the male it belonged to into submission, just like he planned to do with the upcoming battle. Harder and harder he drove in, each thrust sheathing him completely in. Kurz couldn't hold himself back, and there were skid marks in the dirt as he was slowly pushed forward with each wet slap of bodies meeting. Crough didn't let up; if anything he started fucking harder, pushing his bitch forward farther and farther with the force of his thrusts. Finally, Kurz didn't have any room to move forward, and with a particularly hard thrust, his face rammed against the basin of warpaint. Another orc rushed out to hold it, making sure it wasn't going to tip over, or move any more while the leader pounded his bitch against it. Crough still didn't let up in the slightest, just grunting as he kept forcing his fat dick in and out of the available hole. As he kept going, Kurz' ass was forced up off the ground with each thrust, making him bend in a very uncomfortable position. Crough grabbed his head and pushed it up higher against the basin, then kept going. The contents of the basin were now shaking and sloshing around. Most of the other orcs had received at least three loads in their ass at this point, but Crough wasn't ready to cum yet. Again and again, the power from his hips hitting Kurz's ass were heard above the other sounds of rutting. Suddenly, a large glob of warpaint fell out of the top, splattering over Kurz' face and back, coating it black and beginning to leak down his muscled form, Crough laughed, dipping his hand into the paint on the orc's back, before bringing his hand down and slapping his hand against the ass cheek that didn't have any markings on it, leaving behind a hand print in black war paint. Quickly he heard a sputtering thank you from the bitch, even as he spat the black substance out of his mouth. Unfortunately, he was having trouble fucking Kurz in this position, his ass just wasn't pushing back enough, so he pulled the male off of the basin, pushing him down beside it. Kurz' now black head forced down to the ground, his hands were tied so he was unable to hold himself up. Crough grabbed his hips with both hands and really began fucking at a breakneck pace, his orgasm finally coming closer and closer. His hips were so fast, the other orcs' could have sworn they were beginning to blur as he rutted the ass with wild abandon. At this point, he wasn't concerned for the asshole's owner anymore, in fact, he didn't care for anything besides holding the ass in place so he could fuck it better. Kurz was yelling out repeatedly, unable to hold himself back from it, his eyes were watering, his deep voice booming as he shouted incoherent curse words into the ground. Crough finally was there, he grunted one time, and that was it, holding his hips against Kurz' ass cheeks, his balls jumped and he unloaded his sticky contents into the male's backside. He closed his eyes as he silently pumped his potent, fertile seed up the male's asshole, breeding it like he would a female he hoped to impregnate. His cock plugged up the hole, and he could feel the pressure building up within the rectum, the cum having nowhere else to go. Then suddenly it found more room, the pressure eased as the cum shot farther up into the orc's guts. He continued to pump more and more seed, until finally he was milked dry. He slapped the ass one final time before marking Kurz with a tally on the ass, then pulling out. Cum practically flooded out of the destroyed asshole, pooling down on the ground beneath him. Crough simply stood up and walked away, ready to attend to other business, and not paying any more mind to the bitch he'd just fucked. Kurz on the other hand was a mess, his cock had leaked so much precum, and he wanted to cum so badly that it hurt, his balls felt like they were on fire, ready to blow if only someone would take off the damn cockring. A puddle of drool had formed by his face, probably from all of the incoherent shouting. The orcs behind him got to watch his open, cum-dripping butthole, they were commenting on it and laughing. One finally stepped up to the plate, and with a single thrust, he hilted his entire length into the gaping asshole. "Hah, hey guys! I can hardly feel it!" He shouted back, making them laugh, and Kurz to look to the ground in defeat. Suddenly he groaned as the orc's palm made contact with his asscheek. "Say it, bitch." "MMmhhh, Thank you." "Perfect, now tighten up, don't think I can even get off in this sloppy hole." "KKKKhhhh." Kurz groaned flexing his hole around the member. "Ahh, much better, good boy." Kurz groaned as the pace picked up again. The rest of the orcs were still going, no one was getting a break. They wouldn't stop for another two hours, when the preparations were complete, and the tribe was ready to raid the human village. Crough had all of the orcs untied, except for Kurz. "You all stay here and guard the camp, you can use this one to get off." He said, slapping Kurz' ass, getting another weak thank you. "Don't untie him though, after I'm done fucking humans I'm gonna use his ass as a cock-warmer while I sleep." Crough heard the others get started, it wouldn't take long for the ten horny orcs to fill his ass, as they were all probably more than ready to get off. He slipped on his helmet as he led his tribe forward, today would be a glorious day for his tribe, and after their ritual, they were in high spirits and ready to win.