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The Orc Stables - Part 1

The groans and moans and the sharp cries washed over Matt as he walked past the many different stables and he smiled to the others who he passed on his way over to his section of the stables and those who had been placed under his care. Matt thought modestly of himself as a relatively good-looking young man of a little more than average height with an athletic physique, light-coloured skin and cropped brown hair. He wore the same uniform as everyone else who worked on the stable grounds, dark blue coveralls, a black leather belt onto which was clipped a small container of latex gloves, and rubber boots on his feet. The only thing that may have seemed a little out of place to a casual observer was the black crop which hung from the belts of all the stable hands, including Matt's. His pace was quick, but unhurried as he made his way passed the other stables under the watch of his fellow employees and towards the one that had been assigned to him several years ago, weaving in and out of the way of other stable hands who were already running through their daily duties.

The section that he had been assigned to look over was near the end of the stable property, a long building, like all the others, made of iron beams, metal walls which were painted red and could fold up like an accordion on hot days, and a corrugated metal roof, a large, sliding door on one end which Matt rolled to the side and stepped into before he looked into the semi-darkness of the building. Shafts of light from the skylights in the roof played across the contours of almost every surface while still half-obscuring exactly what was going on inside as Matt rolled the two doors completely open and reached inside the structure to hit the light switch. With a click the lights flickered on, illuminating the interior of the building and everything that was inside, including different types of tools and equipment arranged on a long table, a long board above it, and held in cabinets at the other end of the building as well as the two rows, made of five of short enclosures each, which held those who he had been tasked with taking care of. The enclosures themselves were rough cube-shapes made of iron bars with long grates both in front and behind of them to drain anyway any spills or fluids, each of the cubes being spaced an equal distance apart from one another and elevated up by a block of cement so that the top of the cube came up to his waist, but the enclosures didn't hold pigs or cows or horses or any other type of stable animal. Instead, inside each of the cubes was a large, muscular, and naked male orc.

Each of the orcs probably would have been well over six feet tall, if they had been standing upright, with broad, muscular backs, strong shoulders, thick arms and thighs, bulging pecs, and big, round, smooth asses. Each of the males was covered in varying shades of green skin with darker colours accenting their large, juicy nipples and swollen cockheads and each of them was on their knees and leaning forward with their hands restrained behind their backs and the ankles chained to the back corner of their own cube. The only things that covered their bodies was a pair of leather mitts, which covered their hands and buckled around their wrists so that their hands were forcefully held closed and made them almost useless, and a leather collar fitted around their necks which held a metal tag that had their identification number on it. Each of the orcs had his neck locked in a stock which was welded to the front of their enclosures, the padded holes of the stock holding their heads in place if their handlers chose to use their mouths, and just below their heads was a bowl, riveted to the lower half of the stock, that served as their food and water bowl so that all the handlers had to do was unchain their nose rings to allow them to each. The orcs each had a gag that was buckled into each of their mouths to reduce anything they were trying to say into guttural groans, moans and grumbles, with most of the orcs having thick bit-gags which locked behind their short tusks. A gold-coloured metal ring was pierced through each of their septums and linked to a ring at the top of the stock by a short chain that forced them to hold their heads up, also causing the ring to push up their broad noses so that they all looked like pigs. The final piece of equipment on them was, actually, in them, being the black plastic butt plugs which made sure that the stable hands had much more control over the orcs and made sure that the orcs were used the feeling of having something inside them.

The orcs all blinked as the lights came on and their eyes were forced to adjust to the change in brightness, but, after a few moments, each of them turned to see Matt, their handler, standing in the doorway and they all immediately starts moaning and grunting and groaning, straining against their bonds, as they all tried to get his attention. Matt smirked, feeling his relish at starting a new day and at seeing all his boys again. He started down the center aisle, the eyes and heads of the orcs following him as he passed and beckoning to him with pleading eyes, wanton moans and desperate cries. Matt looked at each of the ten orcs which had been entrusted to him, giving each of them equal attention and letting his eye wander across their green-skinned body and trace along any tattoos that they had. He quickly got to the end of the room and went to stand in front of the long equipment table and the board above it, casting his eye across the various crops, floggers, dildos and other tools that he could use on his orcs like nipple clamps. The drawers underneath held various types of hoods, gags, blindfolds and other things like vibrators which he may need multiple of. Thinking of vibrators quickly reminded the human of the one orc who wasn't wearing a bit-gag. Matt turned and, taking his crop off his belt, stepped over to the last orc in the left-hand row as all the other orcs watched his carefully with both arousal and a little trepidation at what may happen to the orc who the human crouched down in front of.

The orc was positioned just like all the others, his mitted hands behind his back, held on his knees, his head in the stock and his nose ring chained up, but his entire head aside from his nose was covered in a black leather hood without eye holes. The hood had a built-in cock-gag, made of rubber, which filled the orc's mouth and stopped him from being able to make a sound other than a groan or a moan, a hole driven through the rubber phallus that ended in a grommeted hole in the front of the mask which allowed him to breathe through the cock. Matt had put two bullet vibrators in the orc before he put in the orc's plug and he had made sure that both of them were on to their highest setting, making him wonder if the orc had gotten any sleep during the night. The tag that hung from the orc's collar had the number fifty-four on it. Matt reached out over the orc's back with his crop and brought it down with a satisfying smack on one of the orc's big, round asscheek, making the orc jump and rattle his enclosure. The orc let out a loud, muffled cry and Matt gave the orc another smack on the other cheek, eliciting another cry as the orc struggled blindly. "So, how has my naughty orc been?" posed Matt, "Planning on being naughty again today?"

The orc shook his head as much as he could in the stock and with his nose ring chained, desperately moaning his insistence that he would be good through the phallus in his mouth.

"Good, we'll see if you stick to your word," Matt responded, before looking around the orc's body to see that the orc's cock was already hard. Matt stood up and walked around the back of the orc's enclosure, giving the orc's behind a tap with the tip of his crop and causing the orc to jump a little. "Hopefully, this will help you to remember to behave."

Matt brought up his crop, the orc beside the hooded one and the orcs in the line opposite watching with the crop as it tracked upwards, before he slapped it down on the orc's round, green asscheek, making the flesh ripple and the orc cry out loudly through and around the phallus in his mouth. Matt quickly brought his crop up again and smacked the other asscheek which elicited another cry and a good jerk forward in the stock from the orc. The orc struggled desperately and begged and pleaded with muffled protests as Matt dealt out a good, hard spanking to the orc's big ass, smacking one cheek, then the other with his crop. The enclosure rattled as the orc struggled and his ass rippled and began to sting from the spanking while the rest of the stable looked on with eyes full on trepidation, because they knew what a spanking number fifty-four must be getting, but Matt could see that they all couldn't look away, their cocks growing hard, and the human knew that, deep down, each of them would have loved to be hooded and spanked just like the hooded orc.

His arm finally getting tired from using his crop, Matt smiled a little in satisfaction as he saw that the orc's ass had a nice red tinge to it and that the orc's erection was now rock hard and its head was fully engorged. Standing up, the human walked back around to the front of the orc who was letting out quiet, muffled moans and whimpers. "So, has the naughty orc learned his lesson?" asked Matt, before kneeling down beside the orc.

The orc frantically nodded, the chain that linked his nose ring to the enclosure rattling, and made sounds of agreement around the cock in his mouth.

"Will the naughty orc be good from now?" posed Matt.

The orc nodded as much as the chain allowed him and gave more sounds of agreement.

"Good because, next time you're naughty, I'm bringing out my flogger, understood, orcy-bitch?" said the human, his voice loud so that the rest of the orcs could hear him clearly.

Number fifty-four yelled his affirmation around the cock and nodded his head hard, his nose stretching back as his head went downward.

Matt stood up and slapped the orc one last time on his ass with his crop, making the orc jump one last time. "The hood stays on until I take it off."

The orc moaned out what sounded like a "Yes, master," through the cock and tilted his head down to rest it, his nose ring pushing back his nose like the pig he had proven himself to be.

"Alright, boys, I think it's time for your breakfast, don't you?" remarked Matt, to the entire room and making all the orcs moan and groan.

Matt turned away from the two rows of orcs and stepped over to the corner of the stable to where a large, half-full bag of orc food sat slouching against the wall, specially-made for the orcs that the stables so that the orcs could get all the nutrition they needed to stay healthy and enough calories so that they could stay big and muscle-bound. Matt grabbed the bag and hoisted it up so that he held it with one arm while balanced on his hip, reaching into the top and pulling out a scoop from inside. Walking over to the right-hand row, Matt quickly dealt out a big, heaping scoopful of brown pellets into each of the bowls attached to the front of the stocks of each orc in the row before he went over to the other row and dealt out the same amount to each of the orcs in the left-hand row, including the hooded one. Finishing dishing out the food, he put the scoop back in the bag and, resealing it, placed it back where he had gotten it. Matt then went back around the two rows the same way he had gone before and swiftly unclipped the chain from the orcs' nose rings and pulled the bit out of their mouths, letting them hang down from their necks as they dripped with orc saliva. Immediately upon gaining freedom, each orc said, "Thank you, master," in their deep, rough voices before they bent their heads down and started eating with big, hungry mouthfuls.

When Matt reached the middle enclosure of the left-hand row, he knelt down and unclipped the chain on the orc's nose ring, but he was surprised when, reaching out to pull out the orc's bit, the orc who was bound in the enclosure pushed his head forward to brush it against Matt's hand. Taken aback, he held his hand where it was and watched as the big, muscular orc brushed and slid his head against the human's palm affectionately. Reaching out with his other hand, Matt carefully pulled out the orc's bit and the orc's bright blue eyes locked with his and the orc slowly said, "Thank you, master."

The human cast his eye over the orc in front of him, taking in their orc's features even though he knew each of the orcs almost off-by-heart. This particular orc had long, jet-black hair and bright, crisp green skin, which seemed to be the typical skin colour for an orc. The orc did have both of his nipples and his cockhead pierced with gold-coloured rings, there was a large, intricately lined tattoo that covered the orc's back and the tag that hung from his collar had the number sixty-eight on it. Matt let his hand rest on the orc's cheek and the orc started stroking his cheek against Matt's palm again. Moving his hand across the orc's face, the human brushed his fingers across the orc's mouth and the orc opened it and didn't put up a signal iota of resistance as he let Matt slide his fingers into the wet, fleshy orifice. He felt the orc's tongue loop around his digits, coating each of them in his saliva, and actually began sucking on them as the human began to move them in and out of his mouth, all the while as his bright blue eyes looked up at Matt's hazel ones. The orc sucked noisily until Matt removed his fingers, making a slob sound as the suction was broken, and the orc held his mouth open with his tongue hanging out, as if trying to beckon Matt to put his fingers back in or allow him to suck something else. Matt couldn't stop himself from smile and he petted the subby orc on the head. "What a good boy you are, orcy," he commented, "Now, settle down and eat, okay?"

"Yes, master," nodded number sixty-eight, before he bent his head down and started eating just like the rest.

"Good boy," muttered Matt, before he moved on to the next orc and repeated the process on him, which left him with at the end of the right-hand row, with number fifty-five.

Kneeling down, Matt unhooked the orc's nose ring and reached behind the orc's head to undo the buckles which held the hood closed before peeling back the latex and pulling the hood off the orc's bald and heavily tattooed head. The orc groaned as the cock started to move and made wet, sloppy sounds as the rubber cock slid out before coughing a bit once it finally came out completely. Matt stood up and looked down at the orc as he breathed deeply for a moment, letting his head hang down, before looking up to the human and saying, in a deep voice, "Thank you, master."

"Eat," nodded Matt, coldly to show that he still hadn't forgiven the orc.

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, before he started eating ravenously, in the hopes that he would make Matt happy and make the human forgive him faster.

Matt watched for a few long moments as his orcs ate, smiling a little to himself and seeing just how lucky he was that he was able to do this sort of thing as a job, not to mention how much enjoyment and pleasure he was giving to the orcs by treating them like this. Eventually turning away from the great view and setting the hood on the table at the back of the stable, Matt walked along the back of the stable, over to where he had set the food bag, and found a large, corded-metal hose which was coiled up on a wall-hook beside the bag of food. The human uncoiled the hose, turned the valve on the end of the hose that was anchored to the wall so the hose would fill with water and took hold of the head, with a sprayer attachment on the end, before walking over to the end of the left-hand row. The orc at the end of the row had finished eating, having licked his bowl clean of any crumbs, and looked up at Matt right before Matt squeezed the trigger on the attachment, blasting the orc with a stream of cold water and making the orc cry out as the water washed over him. The orc moaned as the water washed over his green skin and bulging muscles, struggling in his bindings. "Open your mouth, orc," ordered Matt, and the orc quickly complied, opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue loll out, "Are you thirsty, boy?"

"Yes, master. Orc is very thirsty, master," nodded the orc, before letting his mouth fall open again and his tongue hang out.

Matt turned the hose on the orc's face, directing the stream of water into the orc's open mouth. The orc squeezed his eyes shut to stop the water from getting in them as the hose blasted water into his mouth and he drink as much as he could before Matt tilted the hose down to fill the orc's bowl with some water. "Now, drink, orc," instructed Matt.

"Thank you, master," responded the orc, coughing a little before he started to drink.

As the orc drank, Matt swept the hose back and forth across the orc's body, washing the orc of any sweat or dirt that were on his body and rinsing the enclosure and the concrete slab underneath him. Once the human was satisfied that the orc and everything around him was well cleaned and the orc was dripping wet, he moved onto the next orc in the row, hosing each orc down, washing them thoroughly and filling their bowls with water so they could have a good drink before their days really began in earnest. One by one, he made sure that each of the orcs were clean and had their water, though, when he got to number sixty eight, he didn't blast the water in his face, instead turning down the water pressure and let the water wash down over the orc's head. "Thank you, master," said the orc, looking up at Matt before turning down and having his drink.

"Good boy," muttered Matt, petting the top of the orc's head as he moved on to the next orc in the row. After finishing with the next orc, Matt was left with the orc at the end of the left-hand row, number fifty-four, and Matt turned off the hose and stood over the orc while the orc looked up at the human with the pleading eyes, "Naughty orcs are dirty orcs, aren't they, boy?"

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, "Naughty orcs are dirty orcs, sir."

"And dirty orcs need to be cleaned, don't they, orcy?"

"Yes, master. Dirty orcs need to be cleaned, master."

"And you were naughty, weren't you?"

"Yes, master. Orc was very naughty, sir."

"So, you need to be cleaned, don't you?"

"Yes, master. Naughty orc needs to be cleaned, master."

"Beg, boy. Beg me to clean you so you can be good again, naughty orc."

"Please, master, clean naughty orc. Please, clean naughty orc so naughty orc can be good orc again, sir."

Matt turned on the hose and blasted water onto the orc, making him cry out and moan as he arched his back and struggled against his restraints. Matt walked around the orc, flicking the head of the hose back and forth to make sure that the orc was thoroughly soaked and that he understood that this was all part of his punishment. Matt made sure that there wasn't a crevice of the orcs that hadn't been scoured by the water and came to stand beside the orc's head. "Open up your mouth, bitch, so we can wash out that mouth of yours," ordered Matt, firmly, and the orc quickly did what he was ordered to do, opening his mouth as wide as he could and letting his tongue hang out. Matt blasted the hose into the orc's mouth, making the orc squeeze his eyes shut as the water hit his tongue and sprayed over his tattooed face.

The human drew the water up the orc's face, causing the orc to turn away, but Matt continued to spray the orc's head until he tilted the hose down to fill up the orc's bowl and give the orc a bit of a break. Matt let number fifty-four take a few deep breaths and recover a bit before he directed the hose back at the orc's face, sweeping the stream of water back and forth so that there would be a surface on his face that was not cleaned.

Finally, Matt shut off the hose and the orc was able to relax, sinking in his restraints and breathing steady, deep breaths. "A good orc thanks his master for cleaning him," stated Matt, coldly.

"Thank you, master," said the orc, breathing heavily, "Thank you for cleaning naughty orc, sir."

Matt nodded, "Now, drink up."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir" breathed the orc, before he started to drink the water from the bowl under his head.

The human turned away and walked back over to the back of the stable. There, he picked up the hood which he had taken off number fifty-four and turned on the hose a little to give the hood a quick wash before he turned off the hose again. Matt walked back over to where the hose was anchored into the wall and Matt rewound the hose before closing the valve. Once the hose was back where it was supposed to be, Matt turned off the hose's water valve and stepped back over to number fifty-four who had finished his water and the orc's eyes went immediately to the hood in the human's hand before number fifty-four looked up at Matt with wide eyes.

"Please, master, not the hood again," begged number fifty-four, "Orc promise to be good, master, orc promise! Just please, don't put hood on orc again."

Matt knelt down and brought the hood up towards the orc's head, "This is what naughty orcs wear, boy. And you'll wear this until you prove that you're a good orc again."

"Please, master, orc will do anything!" the orc pleaded, his deep, rough voice echoing inside the stable, probably loud enough to be heard outside, "Orc will kiss master's feet! Orc will lick master's ass! Will drink master's piss! Anything! Please, don't put hood back on orc, please!"

Insensitive to the orc's begging, Matt brought the hood up to the number fifty-four's head, holding it by the rubber phallus before gripping the orc's jaw to steady the orc's head.

"No! No! No! N-!" the orc's cries were cut off as the rubber cock slid into his mouth with a wet, gagging sound and number fifty-four yelled through the phallus before started thrashing his body, or thrashing as much as he restraints would allow, though his head remained largely still. Matt held onto the orc's head as he pulled the hood tight and buckled it before letting the orc's head go. Once his head was free, number fifty-four twisted his head back and forth, as if he hopes he could shake the hood loose. Matt let the orc struggle for a moment, looking underneath number fifty-four's body to see his cock so erect that it must have been painful for him, and the human smirked, knowing full well that number fifty-four had a big thing for consent play and always had way more fun if he wasn't completely willing, or pretended he wasn't. In fact, that seemed to be a bit of a thing for orcs in general, orcs just seemed to like a little bit of unwillingness in their play, in general.

But, Matt knew he couldn't allow number fifty-four to be so unruly, particularly in front of the other orcs, so he quickly hooked his finger through the orc's nose ring to hold the orc's head steady and grabbed his crop before bringing it down to loudly slap the orc's ass twice, once on each cheek. Number fifty-four cried out twice as the crop smacked his ass, his second, louder cry cutting off the first, before he whimpered as Matt jerked his nose ring. "I can always give you another spanking if you want, whore," proposed Matt.

Number fifty-four shook his head as much as he could with Matt holding his nose ring and whimpered his answer around the cock in his mouth.

"Prove that you're a good boy for the rest of the day and the hood will come off, understood, boy?" posed Matt.

The orc nodded a bit and a grumbled an affirmation, his cockhead wet with pre-cum.

Matt let go of the orc's nose ring and gave the hooded orc a quick pet on the top of the head to show that he was pleased with the orc before he walked across the back of the stable, heading towards the right-hand row as he raised his voice to talk to all ten of the orcs, "Alright, boys, time to finish your cleaning and then get you out for your exercise."

Matt walked over to the orc at the end of the right-hand row and knelt down beside him, taking a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the upper bar of the enclosure that stretched through the air above the small of the orc's back. Matt lifted it up and let it swing over to hang at the side of the enclosure before he unlocked the cuffs on the orc's ankles, then shifting over to the front of the orc, muttering, "Open up," which the orc quickly did and allowed him to slip the bit back into the orc's mouth. Unlocking the stock and lifting the top section up, Matt stood up and gave the orc a smack on the ass with his crop. "Get up," he instructed, and the orc carefully lifted himself up out of the stock and stood up to his full height before turning and stepping down from the concrete slab which the enclosure stood on. The orc must have been over a head taller than the human as he stepped over to the wall and turned around to put his back to it.

Matt went to each of the orcs and repeated the process, putting in their bit-gags and unlocking them from their enclosures before having each of them stand up against the wall, though he did hook his finger through number fifty-four's nose ring to provide him with a little direction as he slowly got up and let Matt guide him over to the wall.

With all the orcs up against the walls and watching him carefully, Matt turned back to the room and ordered the rooms to form a line in the center of the building. The orcs quickly complied, while Matt pulled the hooded orc over by the nose ring to stand at the very end of the line. The orcs stood quietly in their line while Matt walked back to the table at the back of the building and picked up at piece of chain before walking back over to the line of tall, muscular orcs. Matt clipped one end of the chain to the nose ring of the hooded orc and then clipped the other end to the back of the collar belonging to the second-to-last orc in the line so that the hooded orc would follow without having to see. Turning away and striding down the line, the orcs watching him pass them as they towered over the human, Matt reached the head of the line and then smacked the lead orc on the side of his ass with his crop, which made the orc jump a little. "Follow me, whore," Matt ordered, looking start into the orc's face.

The orc dropped his gaze submissively and nodded, letting out a "Yes, master," around the bit in his mouth.

Smirking, Matt spun around and started to walk out of the building, the head orc following close behind with the next orc a step behind him and so on and so on down the line. Matt led the orcs out onto the stone path which surrounded the stable building and connected the different buildings together, roof on the building extending out from the walls to hang over the walkway. Matt turned to the right once out of the stable and guided his orcs around the side of the building to where a pipe and a faucet sprouted out from a metal grate in the ground, both of which were fastened to the structural beam behind then, and a metal wash fountain was set up beside the grate, sprouting out of the ground as well. Matt made the orcs stop just in front of the faucet and some of the orcs let out a deep whimper as they recognized the faucet in front of them and knew exactly what was about to happen. Matt reached behind him to pull a pair of gloves on of the container on his belt and quickly slipped them onto his hands, the orcs flinching as he snapped the glove against his wrist

Matt beckoned to the lead orc and the large, green-skinned male came tentatively forward to stand in front of the human. "Turn around," the human instructed, and the orc compiled, turned around to face away from the human before looking back over his shoulder. Matt gave the orc a little smack on his behind with his crop, eliciting a little grunt from the orc, before saying, "Bend over a little, boy."

The orc did as he was told, leaning forward to present his big, round ass to Matt. Matt reached between the orc's large asscheeks and gripped the orc's plug and started pulling on it, the orc groaning as he felt the pressure from the pulling as Matt pulled harder and harder until the plug came out with a faint sound like a half pop, half slob and a cry from the orc. Matt placed the plug into the fountain which he turned on and let the water wash over the plug and begin to clean it.

Matt gave the orc another tap on the ass and had him stand on the grate, straddling the faucet which had an attachment on the spout that bent upwards so that, when Matt had the orc squat down, the upward end of the faucet went into the orc's hole. The orc whimpered a little as Matt turned on the tap and cold water came gently rushing into the orc's bowels. The orc groaned as he felt water fill him up and a little drip down his legs as Matt and the other orcs watched him, the human gave the orc's plug a quick wash while he watched. Matt had the orc squat on the faucet for a few long moments until the water started to pour out down the faucet and down the orc's legs, showing that the orc was full. "Off it, boy," instructed Matt, punctuating it with a smack from the crop on the orc's thigh.

The orc nodded and straightened his legs, lifting himself off the spout and clenching tightly to try and stop the water from coming out. Matt hooked his finger through the orc's septum ring and pulled him a step or two forward so he was away from the faucet, but still over the grate, the orc's semi-hard cock bobbing as he stepped after the human. Matt waved his crop at the next orc in line, signalling him to take the spot standing over the faucet which the orc quickly complied with.

Matt looked at the orc whose nose ring he still held. "Let it out, boy," he instructed, looking directly into the orc's eyes. The orc whimpered as he loosened his hole, feeling the water shift in him and his hole clench in response. The orc pushed as best he could, making a little water come out before, after another push, more came out. The orc squatted a little and pushed once more, harder this time, before the water shifted and came gushing out of him, making the orc let out a long, loud moan and making his eye roll back into his head as pleasure washed over him. Matt smirked as the clear water disappeared through the grate and the orc straightened up, his fully hard cock sticking out into the space between him and the human. "Good boy," the human muttered, making the orc grumble out a "Thank you, master" around the bit before Matt made him bend over again. Matt stepped for a moment over to the fountain, rotating the plug under the water and moving it quickly around to finish its clean before he went back to the orc and slid the plug back into the orc's hole which elicited a moan from the orc as his hole clenched around the plug, accepting it back where it belonged. The human pulled the orc by the nose ring over to stand a step or two behind him, facing the rest of the orcs, and gave the orc a smack on the ass with his free hand before he turned to the orc who was still standing over on the faucet, stepping over to pull out the orc's plug and making him squat down on the tap.

Matt repeated the process with each of the orcs, having each of them squat over the faucet as their fellows watched and had the next one in line take their place as they stepped over the grate and emptied themselves of the water, though he sometimes had to finger the orcs a bit to help the water come out. Matt did notice, however, that number sixty-eight stood that little bit closer to him than the others, just a hair-breadth away from touching him, and he had this affectionate look in his eyes which only left the human's when he close them as he finally pushed out the water. Not to mention the fact that the orc's cock was already rock-hard by the time he was standing in front of the human.

The human did need to give the hooded orc a little extra help, unclipping the chain on the orc's nose ring from the collar on the orc in front of him before pulling the orc by the chain over to the grate and bending the orc over to pull out the orc's plug. After a moment or two, the bullet vibrators quickly following the plug out to hang on the ends of their cords, buzzing angrily in mid-air, before they were turned off and their remotes were unstrapped from the orcs thighs so the bullets could be washed with the orc's plug. Then Matt had the orc squat onto the faucet like the others and carefully helped him once he was finished, putting back in the vibrators and the plug before turning the vibrators back on.

With the final orc off the faucet, Matt pulled off his gloves and shut off the water before he chained number fifty-four back to the collar of the orc who had been in front of him in line. With the cleaning and maintenance of the orc finally done, Matt stepped up to the orc at the head of the line, the orc who had been cleaned first, and ordered the orcs to follow him before leading them back around to the front of the stable building. Once they were back in front the stable, the human tossed his gloves into a bin just inside to stable door and led the orcs away from the building and out towards the open field which stretched out in front of the building, just like the ones who were in front of every stable building. It was time for the orcs to get their daily exercise.