{"sf1_id":933154,"sf2_id":null,"title":"King of the Orcs Pt. 3","author":"Moon-Drummer","words":4928,"posted_at":"2015-11-13T01:17:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Gay","Group","Incest","Muscle Worship","Muscles","Oral","Orc","Rough"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/933154-king-of-the-orcs-pt-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/933154","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=933154\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Stedon opened his eyes slowly. They\nwidened when he saw the snarling visage of a bald, yellow-eyed orc standing\nover him. It wasn't Grothor. This brute had a scar across one eye and a pierced\nnose. Wider cheekbones than Grothor had. All in all, a less handsome specimen. \n\"Shek'ok na'rog,\" the orc rumbled,\nspeaking to someone behind him. \nThe orc kept Stedon pinned where he\nlay while another orc lumbered into view. Stedon melted in relief.\n\"Grothor,\" he whispered.\nGrothor's companion growled and\npressed the blade harder to Stedon's neck.\n\"Ze'ne raja kok?\" the orc demanded. \nGrothor looked amused as he looked at\nStedon. He answered his companion in a tone that sounded coy. Grothor looked\nthe other orc in the eyes and snapped an order. The second orc reluctantly\nsheathed his blade and stalked out of sight.\nStedon sat up. A third orc - this one\nwith long black hair that hung loose but for a few long braids - had Stedon's\nhorse. Stedon admired the mass of striations that burst across the long-haired\norc's naked chest. His face was different, as well. More bestial than his\ncompanions, with wide upturned nostrils and prominent upper fangs as well as\nlower tusks.\nGrothor crouched beside him. \"Why you\nhere?\"\n\"Looking for you,\" Stedon said,\nsomewhat defensively.\n\"I come for you later. Why you not at\ncave?\"\nStedon tried to explain about his\nbrother, his feelings, but Grothor simply didn't understand enough Necarean.\nGrothor stood and motioned Stedon to wait where he was.\nStedon built his camp fire back up.\nHe'd built a lean-to the evening before and stored some spare wood inside with\nhim where it would be sure to stay dry. Stedon dared a glance back to Long-Hair,\nonly to see the orc watching him as well. Long-Hair gave Stedon a slow, lewd\ngrin. Stedon shuddered at the sensual thrill that grin gave him. \nGrothor returned in the company of yet\nanother new orc. It must have been his entire band, Stedon realized. Grothor\nhad to be the orc equivalent of a scout leader, tasked with playing games of\ncat and mouse with human rangers all through the mountain foothills along the\nborder of orc-held territory. \nHuman and orc regarded each other. The\nfourth orc was slimmer by orc standards , with none of the raw bulk Stedon had\ncome to crave in his men. Even so, his body was well-sculpted, with shapely\npectorals and visible abdominals. He wore a necklace of fangs that Stedon\nguessed were of bear or wolf, and his dull green body was covered in black\ntattoos, including a tribal-looking tattoo mask across his face that made the\norc's brown eyes almost seem to glow.\nGrothor gestured at the tattooed orc.\n\"This Majok. Majok give you thing you need.\"\nStedon nodded to show that he trusted\nGrothor, even if he wasn't sure what Grothor meant. Majok took a leather pouch\non a string at his waist and opened it. He took out a bitter-smelling yellow\nochre. Turning to Stedon, Majok beckoned with one green finger.\nStedon hesitantly scooted forward so\nMajok could apply the ochre to his lips, chanting softly under his breath in\nSpeech. Majok applied some ochre to his own lips. Still chanting, Majok plucked\na coal from the fire. Stedon instinctively recoiled when Majok moved the coal\ntoward him. \nMajok grabbed him roughly by a fistful\nof hair and pressed the hot coal to Stedon's lips. The contact only lasted a\nmoment. Stedon screamed. Majok hurridly kissed the hot coal to his own lips,\nthen slipped it into his leather pouch.\nStedon cupped his burned mouth with\nhis hands, eyes squeezed shut as he fought against showing tears to the orcs.\nIf Grothor had been disgusted by them, Stedon didn't want to shame himself in\nfront  of the entire band.\n\"Did it work?\" Grothor's voice asked.\nA space of silence. A second voice.\n\"Say something to him.\"\n\"Open your eyes, my little\npink-skinned whore,\" Grothor ordered.\nStedon opened his eyes. Grothor,\nMajok, and Grothor's scar-eyed lieutenant all peered down at him. Grothor\nraised his eyebrows. \"Well? Say something!\"\nGrothor was still speaking Orkish. The\nharsh words were the same. Yet, Stedon knew them. Stedon stammered out,\n\"C...could I have some water?\"\nHe'd wanted to say 'please' but\napparently there was no translation into Orkish. Stedon put a hand to his mouth\nin shock. He'd spoken Orkish back to Grothor!\n\"Hah!\" Grothor barked, clapping his\nthick green hands together in triumph. \"Well cast, Majok!\" He slapped Majok's\ntattooed back. The shaman could only smile back at Grothor. The spell had\nrobbed him of his voice. And such a powerful spell meant it likely Majok would\nnever talk again. \nStedon stared at Majok. \"Why?\" he\nwhispered. \"Why would you do this for me?\"\nMajok gave him a sad smile back and\ngestured at his tattoos. \n\"He is marked,\" Grothor explained. \"A\ncriminal. It took much coin to buy him for my needs, but I knew he knew spell\nlore and I needed him for this purpose.\"\n\"But...\" Stedon began again. \n\"He had no choice but to obey me,\"\nGrothor said with pride. \"I own him. I do what I like with him. Isn't that\nright, Majok?\"\nMajok looked adoringly up at Grothor\nand nodded. \n\"I plan to collar him eventually,\"\nGrothor said, still sneering down at Majok. \"Losing his voice is no great loss.\nI like slaves who don't talk back to me!\"\nThe other orcs guffawed. Grothor's\nlieutenant pointed at Stedon. \n\"What about this one?\" His voice was\ngruff and grating, like stones drug together in a sack. \n\"'This one' owes me an explanation,\"\nGrothor replied.\nStedon blushed. He re-explained\nhimself in perfect Orkish for Grothor and his band. He left nothing out - how\nhe'd saved Grothor's life, how he'd all but worshiped Grothor the next morning\nin the cave, his murder of his brother and subsequent flight - everything. \n\"Blackmane,\" Grothor commanded the\nlong-haired orc with the striated pecs, \"Get this human bloodbeer! He's made\nhis first kill!\"\n\"But is he our slave or isn't he?\"\nScar-Eye demanded.  \nGrothor turned to regard Stedon. \"I\nhaven't made up my mind, yet. We didn't capture him in a raid.\" Grothor snickered\ndown at him. \"I don't think it's possible for any of us to rape him.\" \nStedon rose to his feet. \"Grothor, I\nmurdered my brother. You're the only family I have any more. Let me serve you.\nTake me with you, over the mountains! Show me the ways of the orcs!\"\n\"This is a pink-skin trick!\" Scar-Eye\nsnarled. \nGrothor slammed his fist across his\nlieutenant's face. \"I buried my cock up his ass, Kreg! I think I would know if\nhe was lying! \" He turned back to Stedon, placed his hands on Stedon's\nshoulders. \"This is the first human in history who has felt this way about us.\nIt is something to be handled with cunning. \nFor now, he belongs to ME and you will answer to me if he is harmed!\"\nStedon hardened in his pants. To\nbelong to a creature as powerful as Grothor...Stedon could understand why Majok\nadored him. Why the other orcs followed him. Blackmane came up behind Stedon\nand shoved a horn of dark red liquid into his hand. The horn looked like it had\ncome from some wild beast. It was bone, the rim still sharp and jagged as the\nday it was chopped from its owner. \n\"Drink, human,\" Blackmane boomed,\nlooming behind him and, Stedon suspected, deliberately standing so the edge of\nhis crotch bulge touched Stedon's ass. \nStedon took a sip. His stomach heaved.\nIt tasted like blood, but with the consistency of syrup. He forced himself to\nswallow and detected the distinctive aftertaste of alcohol. Stedon tried his\nbest not to wretch.\nBlackmane laughed and clapped his\nback. \"We'll make an orc out of you, yet, human!\"\nThe thought nearly crippled Stedon\nwith a mixture of desire and amazement. His mind reeled with the possibility.\nIf magic could make him fluent in Orkish...could it do more? Stedon squeezed his\neyes shut and forced himself to guzzle down the rest of the slimy bloody drink.\n\nHe came up gasping for fresh air. He\nheard Blackmane's chuckle. \"I like this human, Grothor.\"\n\"My name is Stedon,\" Stedon said.\nGrothor gripped the back of Stedon's\nhead and growled in his face with a lustful sneer. \n\"No. Your name WAS Stedon. But you are\nmine, now, human. Property have no names. You are my....pet. To use or share as I\nwish. Understand, human?\"\nStedon's toes curled and he sampled\nthe smell of Grothor's exhaled breath. He would have agreed to anything from\nsuch a brutish stud. \n\"Good,\" Grothor grunted. His red eyes\nslide sideways to regard the other orcs gathered around. \"Now...human...show my men\nthat I did not exaggerate about you. Show me just how much of an orc slut you\nare!\"\n\"Yes...my lord...\"Stedon breathed. \nHe started with a slow slurp up each\nof Grothor's thick, proud tusks. He tasted the orc's gumline and the faint\nridges of his mouth ivory until he reached the dull heavy point, then did the\nsame to the other. \n\"Ohhhh,\" Grothor exhaled. In seconds,\nthe mighty orc was hard. \n\"My orc,\" Stedon whispered. He lost\nhimself to Grothor once again. He crushed his face against those heaving\nolive-colored monster pecs, moaning, gnawing on the slightly musky, taught\nflesh with his lips and tongue. He found one bloated nipple and began to suckle\nat it. \nGrothor's hand on the back of his head\nwas soothing. It smeared fingers through Stedon's hair. A fat drooling tongue\nslurped Stedon's face from the side. Another orc let out a grunt of lust.\nGrothor's teasing voice came to Stedon's ear. \n\"Human.\"\n\"Mmmm?\"\n\"Shall I be a generous master and\nshare you?\"\nStedon looked up into that gorgeous\ngreen tusked face. He turned his head to see Blackmane staring at him, mouth\nslightly ajar, all but panting like a dog. Blackmane rolled his huge striated\npecs and wiggles his eyebrows. Stedon slowly smiled. \n\"I want to get fucked by every orc\nacross the mountains!\" he cried. \nBlackmane rushed forward with a groan.\nStedon spread his thighs open to welcome him. Grothor held his prize around his\nwaist, fingers squeezing to part Stedon's ass cheeks while he dove back in to\nStedon's mouth.\nStedon groaned like a cow in heat. He\nwas trapped. Sandwiched between two massive green-skinned monsters, one\ninvading his throat, the other crushing his throbbing shaft up his rump. Their\nsweaty, bulging bodies massaged him from every side. Stedon could only taste\nskin and sweat. Could only smell hot panting breath and warm male musk. \nAt some point, the orcs stripped him\nnaked. Stedon was lost in some timeless void of pleasure. He barely registered it\nwhen he was lowered down beside the fire between two naked and fucking orc\nwarriors, being fondled and squeezed by their hands, being skewered both front\nand back by their shafts. \nAll Stedon knew was that he was back\nin Grothor's arms and would never have to leave them again. \nEach orc in Grothor's band had their\nturn with Stedon in his lean-to that night. Blackmane was Stedon's favorite,\nbesides Grothor himself. It was obvious the long-haired stud had a secret\nfetish for humans just as strong as Stedon's orcish lust. He indulged Stedon in\na thorough exploration of his muscle-bound body, whispering obscene fantasies\nto Stedon about the orc race's inevitable rise to power, describing how they\nwould subjugate the humans in lewd detail. Marjok could say nothing, of course.\nHe was surprisingly gentle for an orc, and Stedon felt he owed the shaman so\nmuch. Their love making was slow, tender, sensual. Stedon drank cream from\nMarjok's dick three times, and would have done more if Marjok hadn't finally\nindicated he was satisfied. He gave Stedon a long, grateful look before he\nleft. \nKreg burst into the lean to\nimmediately afterward. He had to enter on all fours, as the rest had, but Kreg\nstalked toward Stedon's prone form like a hungry lion. He was already nude and\nhard. Stedon could see he sported a pierced shaft, and his bulging, rippling\nbody was laced with scars from old combats. \nStedon cringed back from that look,\nbut Kreg crawled on top of him and growled into his face. \"I hate humans. And I\nhate weak lovers. And you STINK of human and of fear both!\"\n\"Then why are you here?\" Stedon asked.\nKreg's yellow eyes narrowed. \"Because\nI love hearing you pink-skins scream.\"\nStedon panicked. He thrust his hands\nup against Kreg's heavy pecs and tried to wriggle free. It seemed to be exactly\nwhat Kreg wanted. He pinned Stedon's arms up above his head and started to seek\nhis hole. \n\"If you yell for Grothor or any of the\nothers,\" Kreg promised, \"I will fuck you until your spine snaps!\"\nIf Stedon had thought Grothor was\nsavage the first time he'd fucked him, Kreg was far worse. There was no desire\nbehind his thrusts, other than the desire to claim, to rule, to dominate\nweakness. Stedon gave Kreg what he wanted - he screamed and screamed, writhing\nunder that unyielding body. \n\"Beg me not to crush your puny little\nskull after I finish raping you!\" Kreg roared.\n\"I beg you, master orc! Spare me! Use\nme as you will, but spare me my life!\" Stedon howled. And he came. Harder than\nhe ever had, even with Grothor. \nHelpless under Kreg's assault, Stedon\nshuddered out more moans while Kreg spit in his face in contempt. \n\"Give me more!\" Stedon begged.\n\"More? You want MORE, human?\" Kreg\ncried in disbelief. \n\"YES! YES! FUCK! More, mighty Kreg!\"\nKreg embraced Stedon in crushing,\npowerful arms. He rolled onto his back, snarling like a mountain bear. Rocking\nhis Prince Albert against Stedon's prostate, Kreg backhanded Stedon hard across\nthe face. \n\"I wish Grothor had let me kill you\nwhen you woke!\"\n\"Mmmmmm...hit me again, master orc!\"\nKreg slapped his face again. Stedon\ntasted his own blood. He leered up at the sweaty yellow-eyed orc. \n\"That all you have?\"\n\"You...little...\" Kreg hissed and suddenly\nthey were kissing. \nStedon devoured that hungry tongue, felt\nthose tusks scraping painfully at the sides of his mouth. Kreg's nails clawed\ninto his skin, drawing long bloody scratches that made Stedon fuck the orc's heavy\nabs. Stedon bucked his ass up and down Kreg's shaft, ignoring the burning pain\nas he sought to prove himself. \nKreg bellowed and thrashed. The\nlean-to collapsed in a shatter of wood. The other orcs, seated around the\ncampfire, watched with smug expressions as Stedon made the last of their number\nexplode. \nStedon collapsed on top of Kreg. Kreg\nlay there, panting hard, one hand resting on the back of Stedon's head. \n\"Well,\" he panted and turned to look\nat Grothor. \"Seems you were right, Grothor. This pink-skin is no assassin.\"\nKreg looked down at Stedon, raised his chin up to look him in the eyes. \"In\nfact, he fucks like an orc!\"\nStedon fell asleep in a tangle of\nnaked green bodies. He managed to find Grothor in the pile and clung to his new\nmaster like a newborn babe. His sleep was deep and dreamless. \nStedon woke up sore, covered in dried\norc spunk and itchy with sweat. He groaned and tried to sit up. His arms were\nso stiff he winced and faltered. A pair of warm strong hands guided him the\nrest of the way. Sweet Majok smiled at him from behind Stedon's back. Stedon\nreached back to cup his cheek and they shared a slurping French kiss. \nMajok gestured for Stedon to wait. He\nrose, shamelessly nude, and sauntered past the smoldering camp fire to a nearby\nmountain stream. Stedon had as much orc ass to view as he wanted. \nAll four of the band sauntered about\nthe camp in the buff after they woke. They chatted, laughed, and ate,\ncompletely at ease with each other and their great masculine bodies. Stedon\nfelt unworthy of even being in their presence. \nGrothor caught Stedon looking and\ngrinned. \"Enjoying the view, human?\" he teased.\n\"Oh heavens, yes, my lord!\" Stedon\nmoaned.\n\"Stop swooning like a whore,\" Kreg\nsnarled between mouthfuls of meat from the young stag they had roasting in the\ncoals. \"My ass needs kissing!\"\nStedon smirked and crawled over on all\nfours. He slid his hands up Kreg's powerful hamstrings and across his plump\nround buttocks. He closed his eyes, puckered his lips, and started to press out\nsmooches to those gently twitching glutes. He let out a slutty sigh and his\nsmooches became more involved, suckling and half licking affairs. \nKreg ignored Stedon's attentions as he\nconversed with Grothor about their chosen route back to orc territory. Yet\nKreg's cock twitched every time Stedon's lips made contact with his ass.\nGrothor listened attentively to his lieutenant. Without breaking their\nconversation, he snapped his fingers, beckoned to Stedon and pointed to his\nlow-hanging emerald ballsac. \nFor some reason, the orcs were largely\nhairless, including their crotches. It was something to ask Grothor about\nlater. For now, Stedon was content to suckle on his new lord's juicy green\nballs. They tasted slightly of sweat, a lovely salty aftertaste on top of the\nsoft tang of skin.\n\"Enough,\" Grothor said, putting a hand\non Stedon's head.\nStedon backed off but stayed on his\nknees until a smirking Grothor told him he could stand again. \n\"We march,\" Grothor announced to his\nband.\nThere was a bustle of activity. The\norcs donned clothes and armor. Grothor permitted Stedon to wear a breechcloth,\nbut no more. \n\"But, my lord,\" Stedon protested, \"if\nwe're to march through a mountain pass, will it not be cold?\"\n\"Yes, it will,\" Grothor said. He\ngrinned and slapped the back of his hand against Stedon's plump pectorals. \"I\nneed to see that my...property...is strong. Nothing weak survives among the orcs.\"\nStedon raised his head a bit higher.\n\"Then I will endure.\"\n\"Good!\" Grothor boomed. \"Let us go!\" \nThe orcs set a grueling pace. Stedon\nwas used to hard work from the farm, yet he was dripping in sweat after the\nfirst two hours. A mountain wind picked up in the afternoon. Stedon bared his\nteeth to keep them from chattering. He tried hugging himself for warmth until\nhe saw the scorn on Kreg's face. After that, he had to content himself with keeping\nhis hands clenched at his sides. \nThey entered a narrow ravine of\ncracked grey stone criss crossed by bands of quartz like frozen lightning. It\nwas such a tight fit they were forced to move through at single file. No horse\ncould have hoped to walk it. This had to be one of the secret mountain passes\nthe orcs used to raid. \nStedon's body was almost completely\nnumb by the time they rested for a meal on the other side of the pass. He hoped\none of the orcs would request a snuggle, but they preoccupied themselves with\neating and telling lewd jokes to each other. \nStedon eased himself down onto a\nconvenient rock and hunched over against another icy blast of wind. He could\nsee his breath. The tips of his ears and fingers burned with a cold fire. \nStedon looked up when a hand rested on\nhis back. It was Majok. He handed Stedon a bone horn of clear water. The water\nsteamed. Stedon could feel the warmth of it through the horn. He sipped at it\ngratefully. \nMajok pointed to a steaming thermal\nspring at the top of a ridge. His eyes were inviting. Stedon clambered after\nthe shaman and let out a long sigh of relief when he slid into the volcanic\nwater. \nMajok joined him and sat behind\nStedon, working feeling back into Stedon's cramped and frozen back, down his\narms. Stedon was starting to love the feeling of the orcs' big brutish hands on\nhim. He kissed Majok's knuckles by way of thanks. \nFoosteps announced the arrival of\ncompany. Majork winked at Stedon, then moved to the middle of the steam and\nbowed his head, touching his fists together in front of his chest. \n\"I knew it,\" Kreg sneered from where\nhe stood at the edge of the pool. \"The puny human can't take the naked\nelements. Look, he's content to soak himself and preen the first chance he\ngets!\"\nBlackmane came up beside Kreg and\ncuffed the back of his head. \"Fool! Majok meditates to auger our way ahead for\nus! The human probably just followed him. You know how curious they are about\neverything.\"\nKreg didn't challenge Blackmane, but\nhe fixed Stedon with one yellow eye. He would be watching for any other signs\nof weakness. Stedon burned with shame. As much as the pool had been a wonderful\nbalm, now it only seemed to highlight the difference between him and the\norcs.  Kreg was right. He was weak. \nStedon lost himself to brooding for\nthe rest of the day's journey. At least that kept the feel of the chill off.\nThe orcs built a tall fire, more confident now that they were back in lands\ntheir people controlled. They took blades to the local trees to fashion a\nshelter big enough for them all to sleep inside together for warmth. \n\"Let me take a watch,\" Stedon said. \nGrothor and the other orcs looked at\nhim and at each other. \n\"Can you fight?\" Grothor asked.\nStedon shook his head. He gave Grothor\na coy look. \"I can scream well, though.\"\nThe orcs bellowed laughter at that.\nNone of them seemed ready to object to getting some extra rest at Stedon's\nexpense. In another hour, the fire was a fine bed of coals and the orcs were a\nslumbering pile of massive green muscle. \nStedon sat beside the fire. He gazed\ndown the slope of the mountain to the tree line and the jagged mountain valley\nbeyond. Somewhere out there lay other bands of orcs, and possibly entire cities\nof them. No one knew much about how orcs ruled themselves. Most assumed they\nlived in a kind of half-anarchy, preying as much on each other as on human\nsettlements. But Grothor was remarkably intelligent, and skilled at inspiring\nloyalty. \nStedon's thoughts drifted back to\nearlier in the day. Kreg wasn't blinded by lust the way Grothor was. Stedon was\na diversion, nothing more. At the end of the day, he was dispensable. Or worse,\na liability because of his human frailties. \nStedon sighed to himself and stirred\nthe coals. He was a man without a people, now. A murderer to humans. A traitor\nto his family. A curiosity to the orcs to whom he had pledged his fealty. When\nhe'd first left home, Stedon had been content to be used. Now, alone with his\nthoughts, creeping doubts stole upon him. What if Grothor should tire of him?\nMost likely, he would die. Stedon doubted Grothor would kill him, but other\norcs certainly would as a matter of course. \nBut what did a lowly human peasant\nhave to offer an orc war band? A wind swirled dust and frost up the mountain in\na dancing column. Stedon rubbed his arms, blew into his hands. He put a hand\nover one bicep and flexed it, a habit he'd acquired during his years of\nexercising. His arms had grown noticeably in the last year. Stedon wondered how\nthe orcs came to be so universally built. Surely they had their own methods of\ntraining. He would ask Grothor about it in the morning, Stedon decided.\nHaving given himself a task, Stedon\nfelt content to let the hours pass. He was surprised when Blackmane came to\nrelieve him. \n\"You must be tired,\" Blackmane said.\n\"I could watch until dawn,\" Stedon\nlied. Blackmane chuckled.\n\"You are a bad liar, human.  I can see the fatigue in every move you make.\nYou are no use to us exhausted.\"\n\"As you command,\" Stedon said.\nBlackmane pulled Stedon next to him before Stedon could leave. \n\"I have always wanted to dominate a\nhuman as an orc is dominated,\" he husked in Stedon's ear. \"You gave me that,\nlittle human. I will not forget it.\" He turned Stedon's face to his. \"You need\nnot fear for your future. Grothor owes you his life. I do not. My desire for\nyou is more pure than his.\"\n\"What are you saying, Blackmane?\"\nStedon asked.\nBlackmane pulled him into a slow,\ntongue-filled kiss that left Stedon hungry for more. \n\"Grothor may abandon you in time. I\nnever will. I wanted you the moment Grothor dragged you into camp.\"\nStedon's eyes filled with tears of\ngratitude. He turned his head away, fought for control. Blackmane grabbed his\nchin and turned his face back. He slowly licked the tears away and gave Stedon\na wink. \n\"The next time we camp,\" Blackmane\npromised in a low, seductive voice, \"we will explore more of your desires.\"\n\"I'd like that,\" Stedon said. \"Though\nI wish Grothor felt the same.\"\n\"We all desire him. That is only\nright. He is warmaster.\"\n\"When I met him on the mountainside\nwith the rest of you, I thought....\" Stedon ventured. \"...he told me he would come\nback for me.\"\n\"Grothor has claimed you. As he\nclaimed me, and Kreg, and Majok. He bested you and thus had right of claim upon\nyou. He bested me after I challenged him to a horse race, and took me upon the\nmountainside while a mighty storm raged around us. I swore myself to him as we\nclimaxed together.\"\n\"That sounds beautiful,\" Stedon\nbreathed. Blackmane nodded.\n\"What about Kreg?\" \n\"Kreg was the warmaster of a rival\nband. Grothor defeated him in mortal combat and offered him his life if Kreg\nwould serve him.\"\n\"And Majok?\"\n\"Ah, his brother.\"\nStedon blanched. \"M..Majok is his\nBROTHER?\" \n\"Of course. It is obvious!\" Blackmane\nsaid. Then he grunted in acknowledgement. \"Well, perhaps not to a human.\"\n\"B..but..Grothor and Majok,\nthey...they...\"\n\"Do humans not explore their first\nsexual yearnings with their siblings?\" Blackmane asked.\n\"No! Gods, no!\" Stedon cried. \nBlackmane snorted. \"No wonder you\nhumans are weak. You do not unleash your passions. You try to tame your desires\nrather than pursue them. You deny yourself pleasure.\"\n\"I haven't,\" Stedon protested. \"I\nwanted to be with you, and I killed my own brother in order to do it.\"\n\"It was the most orcish thing you have\never done,\" Blackmane said. \nStedon felt a strange warm pleasure at\nthat. \n\"I'd like to learn more about orcs,\"\nStedon said. \"Would you teach me?\"\nBlackmane smirked. \"You will learn\nsoon enough.\"\n\"I know. But I want to be more than a\nmere toy to you. I want to contribute to the strength of the band.\"\n\"Learn what we like, then. And give it\nto us. That is your place until Grothor says otherwise.\"\nStedon nodded, gazing at his feet.\nBlackmane regarded him. \"An orc would be content with as much.\"\n\"Would he? It occurs to me that orcs\nare not true orcs without ambition,\" Stedon said. \n\"All orcs strive to conquer\nsomething,\" Blackmane agreed. He pointed at Stedon. \"You must conquer your\nhuman weaknesses. You must become what we wish of you. Only then will it be\npossible to become more.\"\n\"I understand,\" Stedon said. \n\"Sleep well, then,\" Blackmane\ndismissed him. \nBlackmane planted the butt of a black\niron spear in the ground and sat on the same rock Stedon had, ready to watch\nuntil dawn. \n\"Blackmane, may I ask one more thing\nof you before I go?\" Stedon said.\nBlackmane gestured for him to do so\nwith a grunt of assent.\n\"How do you and the others become so\nbig and strong? I have had to work hard for years, and my body is but a pale\nshadow of yours,\" Stedon asked.\nBlackmane gave him a curious glance. \n\"We grow strong because we live hard.\nFight hard. Celebrate hard.\"\nStedon drew closer. \"But surely there\nmust be actions you take. Training you undergo to build your strength, your\nmuscles.\"\n\"It is true we drill with weapons\nunder a teacher for many years before we are permitted to fight him for our\nright to be men.\"\nStedon felt his frustration mounting.\n\"I am talking about lifting weights, Blackmane. Pushing your body to the limits\nof its strength and then building it back up again with well-planned meals.\nThings like that.\"\nBlackmane cocked his head. \"You speak\nfunny words, little human. A thing can HAVE weight. It cannot BE weight.\"\nRealization slowly came. Stedon stared\nat Blackmane. Blackmane, who had a body any human warrior would envy, and had\nit by virtue of his orc blood alone. Bear had told Stedon how he suspected\ndifferent men had different muscular potential, depending on the strength of\nthe stock they came from, in much the same way a given oxen might be larger or\nstronger than another. If that was true, then it seemed orcs had the greatest\nquality of blood one could imagine. Stedon saw the chance he had been looking\nfor. \n\"Go and sleep, human,\" Blackmane\nordered. \"You confuse me.\"\nStedon obeyed without another word. He\ntook Blackmane's advice to heart and wriggled his way into the middle of the\npile of nude orc flesh until he wrapped his mouth around Grothor's limp cock.\nHe looked upward to see Grothor nearly purring as he smiled in his sleep.\nStedon suckled on it gently, as if he were a babe going to sleep at his\nmother's breast. And sleep he did."}