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Chris slowly rose up from the ground, groaning from the pain and discomfort that wracked his body. He had been lying on his side, on a mound of dirt that was none too comfy, and it was made even more uncomfortable by the position his arms had been tied in behind his back.

Groggily, he looked around, scanning the environment for any sign as to where he was. It was some kind of cave passage; half-naturally formed, but with areas that had been carved and shaped to widen it. Torches burned in scones that had been roughly nailed into the rock walls, and several beds made of hide and wood lined either side of the room. The mouth of the room led off further into the cave, no doubt.

"Is this...some kind of bedroom?" Chris muttered aloud to himself, wincing as his head throbbed painfully. The source of his pain was a large welt on the back of his head, from where someone had struck him, no doubt.

Whatever kind of room this was one thing was for sure; it reeked. It smelt of body odour and sweat, and some other things Chris shuddered to even think about. He had to get out of wherever this was!

He tried to stand, pushing his legs against the floor, and wriggling up the wall behind him. He got nearly half way to a standing position, before he felt a nasty tug on his wrists, which caused him to slide back roughly onto his rump. It seems the leather restraints on his hands and wrists had been securely fashioned to a small carved hole in the wall. There was no way he was breaking out of this.

Chris fought against his restraints for several more minutes, before his pointless thrashings were interrupted by the sound of voices, approaching from further into the cave.

He couldn't make out much of what was being said in their incredibly low and gruff voices, but one sentence caught his ears, over the hum of their chatter and laughter.

"Go fetch our new slave!"

Chris shuddered, and began frantically fiddling with his bindings again, as he heard heavy footsteps approaching the chamber. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up, and prayed that whoever was coming for him, never made it to the doorway.

Through the stone passage, came a large, muscular, and rather heavy set figure. His skin was as green as leaves, and aside from his large heavy boots, and the loincloth covering his privates, he was completely bare. A heavy covering of black hair covered his chest, arms, and legs, and a long beard had been tied into braids, that hung down from his strong - if slightly pudgy - face. His red eyes flashed triumphantly, and his fanged lips curled into a smile, as the torchlight shined off his shaved head.

"Orcs..." Chris whispered softly, as he stared at the mighty specimen of a man that stood before him, and cowered against the wall behind him.

"I'm glad you're awake, little human..." the Orc said in its deep, gruff voice, savouring every word as it surveyed the human captive, "We were worried that blow to your head might have killed you!"

Chris couldn't believe this! Of all the creatures that could have waylaid him on the road, it had to have been Orcs. A race infamous for their cruel treatment of their captives, brutish demeanour, and insatiable appetites for food, violence, and - Chris gulped, and his eyes strayed down to the Orc's clothed groin - sex.

The Orc approached him slowly, relishing the fear he saw in the human's eyes, before bending down to undo his bindings. For a moment, Chris hoped that he was being untied to be set free, but no such luck, as the Orc retied his hands in front of his chest, and began pulling on the leather rope.

Chris was forced to his feet by the leather leash, and grunted as he came face to chest with the Orc. Despite the pot-belly that was now pressing against Chris' own gut, he could tell just by looking at the Orc's fuzzy chest that he had muscle to spare.

The Orc surprised Chris, by reaching up and gently stroking his hair, causing the humans eyes to go wide.

"I always love having human slaves...so soft and cute," the Orc grunted, his hot breath warm upon Chris' face.

Suddenly, Chris was pushed forward, and his face was smothered into the Orc's green chest hair. He let out a string of muffled insults, and placed his hand on the Orc's belly to try and fight back, but his own strength was no match for the Orcs.

His struggles only seemed to amuse the Orc, as he held the humans head firmly in place against his sweaty chest. "That's the spirit! Tire yourself out so you have to take even bigger breaths of air!"

Chris realized the Orc was right and let out a muffled cry as he was forced to take in a breath of air, and began smelling the Orc's body odour. He absolutely stunk! It was a combination of sweat, dirt, and musk, and Chris could instantly tell that bathing wasn't big on the list of Orcish priorities.

And yet even as he fought against the Orc to try and get away from this smell, something in the back of his mind was whispering for him to stop. As bad as the scent was, was it really...all that bad? It was heady and earthy, and was grounds to recoil, but...it was also incredibly masculine. In fact, he couldn't imagine a more masculine smell.

The humans fighting began to lessen, and it wasn't long before he was even willingly taking in short sniffs of air, to let more of that Orcish musk flow through his nasal passage.

"There it is..." the Orc murmured in satisfaction, as he loosened his grip on the humans head, and let him explore more of his chest with his nose.

"Something they don't teach you in your human schools," the Orc began, slowly lifting an arm, and causing more of his body odour to pour into the cave, from his armpits. "Orc sweat is powerfully addictive. Almost like a sex drug," he huffed, as he ran a hand down the humans' body, to grab a handful of ass.

Chris was too busy sliding along the Orcs body to bury his nose in the Orcs armpit, so he didn't hear much of what the Orc was saying. Nor did he notice when the Orc began sliding down his pants.

Only when the hot air of the cave began to blow against his slowly hardening member, did Chris snap out of his chemically induced daze.

"W-wait...what are you doing to me?!" he gasped, pulling back from the Orc, and grabbing at his pants, trying to cover his stiffened cock.

The Orc laughed, and reached out to pull off the humans' shirt, overpowering him seemingly without effort. "I have to get you ready for the boys, and the chief! Slaves don't wear clothes in our cave!"

Chris wanted to protest, or fight back against the Orc that was disrobing him, but some part of him was almost drawn to the idea. Maybe the rumours about the Orcs had been exaggerated after all? Besides, it wasn't like he would be able to fight back against this powerfully muscled goliath, so for now at least, he would have to play along.

Once he was shed of his clothing, the Orc chuckled, turned, and began leading him out of the passage by his leather bindings, tugging him painfully along should he choose to resist, or if he moved too slowly for the Orc's liking.

Chris tried to cover his shame with his hands, but they were pulled out in front of him by the Orc's tugging, and he was forced to trudge along behind the green giant, embarrassed, scared, and worst of all, horny.

They pair emerged into a wider section of the cave, that was brightly lit by torches and a roaring fire that sat in a small pit in the middle of the room, the smoke from which drifted up and out of a hole in the cave roof. Chris glanced around for a way out, and only saw one passage that looked to lead outside, but was covered by a set of heavy oaken doors. He was surprised by how homely this cave was; it even had several long tables with sets of chairs, cooking equipment, and chests and tables to hold whatever loot the Orcs brought back from their raids.

Surrounding the long table were nearly a dozen Orcs of various shapes and sizes, some were rather portly, and others were taller and svelte, but all of them looked incredibly muscled, and Chris instantly knew that any of these specimens would be able to overpower him in a heartbeat. His chances of escaping from here were dwindling with every passing second.

The Orcs appeared to be enjoying a feast of roast boar, and various other small meats that were slowly cooking over the fire. They also had delicious looking fruits, seasonal nuts, and what even looked to be stolen pastries and rolls, as well as over-flowing steins of mead and beer. But it wasn't the smell of the food that had begun to fill Chris' nose as he came ever closer to the raucously celebrating Orcs; it was the smell.

That musk that filled the air was the same as the captor that was leading him by the wrists, only amplified tenfold. Chris took a stumbling step forward, and shook his head to try and clear it. He knew it wasn't right; that his mental state was being caused by whatever pheromone the Orcs were producing...but that didn't cause his erection to stop throbbing with every beat of his heart, and it certainly didn't make his growing desire for the green men any less real.

As the Orc that led him stopped, Chris was pulled forwards and held by his shoulders in the firm grip of his captor. The other Orcs stopped their conversations for a moment, and all eyes turned to the rapidly red-turning human, who quickly tried to his erection with his bound hands, now that they were no longer being pulled away from him.

The Orcs of course laughed, and began muttering hushed comments to one another. Chris even saw a few hands reach underneath the wooden table, to adjust growing bulges in their loincloths and hide trousers.

One of the orcs - a massive giant of a thing, with a long flowing beard and braided hair - stood up, and moved closer to examine the human. He grasped his chin firmly, and gazed into the humans brown eyes, and Chris was forced to stare back into the red eyes of what he could only assume to be this tribes leader.

"Fine specimen," the Orc spoke, letting go of Chris' chin, and slowly stroking his hand down the smooth chest of the other man, "Lucky for us to find such a cute human wandering through the woods...not so lucky for you, I'd wager." This was met by a series of loud snickers from the other Orcs.

Chris glanced around at the men, and tried to forget how incredibly horny he was at the moment. He should feel afraid, damn it! Who knows what these green monsters planned to do with him? "What are you going to do with-" he never finished his sentence, as a hard slap to his cheek caused him to recoil, and stare wildly at the Orc who had just delivered the hit.

"First rule of this cave, boy: Slaves address their betters with respect!" the Orc spat, and any hint of mirth or amusement in his face was gone. He was deadly serious.

Chris' face stung, and he nodded his head slowly, shutting his mouth tightly so as not to provoke further ire from the Orc.

"And if one of us addresses you, you reply with 'Yes Sir' or 'Yes Master', understand?" the Orc grunted, raising his hand up again, to make sure the new slave knew what would happen, should he disobey.

Slowly, and making sure not to break eye contact from the Orc, the human responded. "Yes Sir...please though, can't you at least tell me you plan to do with me?" the human begged, wincing as he expected another rough slap.

"A fair question, I suppose..." The Orc laughed softly, and lowered his hand while glancing at the other Orc holding Chris' bindings. With a nod of his head, the jailer reached forward, and applied pressure to Chris' shoulders. To his credit, Chris tried to resist, but couldn't fight back against the Orc's strength, and was quickly shoved onto his knees, his cock twitching slightly between his thighs.

The chieftain reached forward and grabbed Chris by his hair, pulling him forward and pressing his face against the rough fur that covered his groin. Chris grunted in discomfort, and tried to pull back, unsuccessfully. Gods, even with the pants covering the Orc's dignity, he could still smell his scent, and it was especially potent this close to his groin. Chris' struggles were slowly starting to lessen, as the Orc scent worked its magic on the poor humans mind.

"There, there. Just breath in, breath out," the chieftain rumbled, licking his green lips slowly as he watched the human huffing in his primal scent, "You wanted to know what we plan for you? You're going to be our sex slave; you'll service every one of my warriors, as well as me. You'll never spurn our advances, and you'll always be ready to take another cock, regardless of whether it's in your mouth, or your ass."

Chris moaned softly, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. One thing he knew for certain however was that the bulge his face was currently pressed against was beginning to stir, and grow thicker inside the chieftains' trousers.

"You'll do other chores of course, sweeping the cave, cleaning our clothes, licking our boots...but your main role will be to make sure my men are constantly sated," the chieftain whispered, stroking the back of the humans head almost lovingly, "And thanks to how our scent affects your kind, I doubt you'll ever be able to say no!"

The other Orcs at the table chuckled, and some had even begun to touch one another, as they watched the chief lay down the law with their new plaything.

"Never seen a human so excited by us though!" one of the Orcs piped up, as he fondled the nipple of his nearest neighbour.

"Maybe he has a thing for Orcs...maybe that's why he was wandering all alone in the woods!" another commented with a tusk-filled grin, as a smaller Orc beside him reached into his loincloth.

The Orc chieftain smiled at his tribes musing, and slowly pulled the human back, who now tried to resist being taken away from that lovely scent. His tribe were right; this human was reacting especially well to their pheromones. With a sly smile, the chieftain reached down to his pants, and slowly pulled them down his legs.

Chris gasped at the monster that flopped out from within the confines of the Orc's trousers, and had to resist reaching out to touch it. It was nearly eleven inches long, green and veiny, and surrounded by a bush of rich black hair. Two large egg sized orbs hung below it, covered in a fine fuzz of hair as well. It wasn't just the impressive size of the Orcs tackle that had caught Chris' attention though, it was also the scent. He thought it had been potent before, but now it was positively assaulting his nose, and he could barely think straight any more.

"P-please..." the slave said suddenly, in a soft voice, gazing up at the Orc longingly.

"Please what?" the chieftain asked teasingly, letting his pants fall around his large boots, as he waved his cock tantalising close to the humans face.

"Please...Sir..." the human could barely believe what he was saying, and he hated himself for it. But that musky, rich, earthy scent that permeated every mote of air that he breathed in couldn't be denied, and neither could he deny the lust he felt for this green Adonis in front of him. "Please let me touch you," he finished, hanging his head in shame.

"Well I would be a cruel man indeed to turn down such a pleasant request," the Orc said with a laugh, which was mirrored by his clansmen. He thrust his cock forwards, and nodded down at the slave. "Go on then, slave. Touch away, and learn its details well, because you'll come to worship it over the coming months, and years."

Tentatively, Chris lifted up his hands, and took the green rod between his fingers, gasping at the warmth that radiated from it. It was a thing of beauty (depending on what your definition of beauty is), and the human could scarcely believe such a thing existed, or that he was currently holding it. He slid his hands along the length, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the chieftain, as he worked his hands further down, to gently cup the Orc's heavy balls in his hands. Chris suddenly realised how horny the man in front of him must be, and he could almost feel the pent up seed that was churning inside that heavy sac.

He knew he should be disgusted, and he knew what people back home would think of this, should they ever learn of it, but at the moment, he found himself hardly able to care about anything, besides that wonderful cock in his hands.

"Well, don't just touch it, slave...taste it as well," the chieftain ordered, restraining himself from shoving the humans mouth straight onto his cock. He didn't want their new toy to be broken too quickly.

The human quivered where he knelt, as he stared that massive beast in the eye. Could he really do this? It was such utter debasement, such submission to even think about taking this monsters monster between his lips. But as he glanced down at his own twitching member, he realised how horny it made him. It was no longer just the scent playing tricks on his mind; he really did want this, and he was just as surprised as the Orcs would have been.

Without any further hesitation, Chris opened his lips, and slowly inched his face forwards, staring at the massive length as his hot breath blew across the tip of the green member. The chieftain huffed softly, and the other Orcs watched with bated breath, as the human inched every closer to the first act of his utter debasement.

The human slowly closed his lips, and swallowed the first few inches of his new owners cock, letting out a soft, needy moan as he tasted his first taste of Orc. It was salty, musky, and masculine, and it was a taste that Chris realised he would no longer be able to live without. Whether it was the pheromones, or his own depraved desires, he needed this Orc.

He sucked slowly on the head of the Orc's cock, getting accustomed to the girth of the foreign object in his mouth. Tentatively, he reached out his tongue, and slid it along the underside of the Orcs uncircumcised cock, to play across the slit, which caused a moan of lust to slip from the chieftains mouth.

"Enough teasing slave, time for you to learn how to really suck Orc cock!" the jailor behind him said, fondling his own junk as he began slowly pushing the humans head forwards.

Chris' eyes opened wide, and he made a noise of disapproval as inch after inch of the Orc's cock was shoved into his mouth. He didn't even get half way along that eleven inch behemoth before he was gagging, and mercifully the other Orc stopped forcing him forwards, but neither did he let the human pull back.

"That's it," the chieftain murmured, stroking the slaves' cheek as he quivered around his cock, "Take it slow, and breathe through your nose. Let more of my scent inside you, and it'll let you know what to do."

The slave moaned softly, certain that he was going to suffocate on that massive cock filling his throat. But following the chieftains advice, he closed his eyes, and focused on breathing through his nose, breathing deeply from the source of the Orcs musk. As it filled his mind, his throat began to relax, and he was able to take a few more inches of the Orc's green dick into his throat.

It took several long minutes of trying, and more than a few more gags and retches from the human, but eventually there he was, nose pressed into the Orc's bush, with the green cock buried down his throat.

"There, I knew you could do it, slave," the chieftain rumbled, stroking the human gently behind the ears, "Now comes the rough part...so I hope you're ready!"

Chris opened his eyes questioningly, but didn't have much time to ponder what the Orc meant, before he found out.

Grabbing the human by the back of the head, the Orc pulled almost all of his cock out of the boys' throat, before shoving it back in. Chris' eyes went wide, and he retched slightly as the invader slid back down his throat, but by now he was more accustom to the experience. He'd still be gagging for several months, but eventually he would be able to take the whole thing in one swift, glorious motion.

The Orc chieftain paid no mind to his slaves moans and grunts of discomfort as he bred his throat, and many of the other Orcs began to crowd around, shedding their own clothes and filling the room with even more of their stink, as they began to jack off in a crowd around the human.

Chris could do little more than reach forward, and wrap his arms around the chieftains' furry thighs for dear life, as he focused on relaxing his throat. The more he fought, the more it would hurt, and the less he'd be able to breath of that wonderful musk. So why fight it? He was certainly not going to be escaping any time soon, so he might as well try to enjoy himself, right? At least that's the justification he made to himself, as he felt the Orc's precum rubbing across his tastebuds.

The deep throating lasted several minutes, in which time several of the other Orcs had spilt their seed across the cave floor, and across the humans back, chest, thighs, and face. Not that he was able to complain about their bad - or purposeful - aim however, as his lips were still firmly wrapped around the shaft in his mouth.

Eventually, even the Orc chieftain could go no longer, and with a load roar, pulled his cock from the humans' mouth, to spill his seed all over the slaves' surprised face.

Chris shut his eyes as the hope, ropey jizz sprayed across him, splattering into his hair, onto his cheeks and nose, and his lips. Some even dribbled into his mouth, and as he tongue unconsciously darted out to lick it up, he realised just how potent Orc seed tasted. It was salty and thick, and slightly unpleasant, but it also sent shivers of heat running through the humans' spine, and caused his own cock to drip precum.

Chris held his mouth open for the rest of the Orc's climax and was rewarded with a few more drops of that wonderful seed, which made him yearn all the more for his own release.

The chieftains seed eventually stemmed, the last of its drops falling down onto his boots. With a satisfied grunt, the chieftain stepped back, and scratched his chest idly. "What does a slave say to his Master?" the Orc asked, staring down at the cum covered face of the human expectantly.

The human glanced up slowly, and smiled slightly up at the Orc, "Thank you, Sir?"

"That's a good slave," the chieftain muttered, stepping away from the Orc circled human, to sit down at his throne.

"Now it's my clans turn to have some time with you, little slave...make sure they're satisfied. You have a long night ahead of you," the chieftain said with a chuckle.

The Orc's hands roughly picked up the sticky human, and brought him over to the feast table. A space was cleared for Chris to lay on, and the Orcs quickly took turns making use of their new slave. Chris could do nothing but lie there and take whatever they gave him, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. The stories about the Orcs had indeed been greatly exaggerated, and he was quickly finding himself lusting after this massive green men. He still had apprehensions about his new life, but for the moment at least, there was nothing he could do but take the next waiting cock into his mouth, and suck it for all he was worth.

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After that night, Chris had done almost everything he could imagine with the clan of the Orc's. He'd gotten to know each one of their cocks intimately, both how they tasted, and how they felt inside of his ass. Sometimes he only spent time with one of them until they were sated, but more often they would engage in lust-fuelled orgies, with hands constantly snatching for the slave, wanting his special brand of pleasure.

No one was more popular in the cave (besides possibly the chieftain) the human had grown to be. Whether an Orc was looking to get their rocks off, or just wanted a nice foot massage after a long day, the slave was always happy to oblige, doing everything and anything the Orcs ordered without a moment's hesitation.

The slave himself had grown quite happy and accustomed to his new sex-focused life, and had come to know a simple peace in serving them sexually, and cleaning up after them. He was sure it was just the ever present scent clouding his mind, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when he was presented with his next cock to suck, or foot to worship.

What the Orcs never told the slave was that the pheromones only worked for a short time, before the body worked up immunity to it. Most of their slaves only lasted a few weeks, before they refused to partake in any more of the Orc's depraved activities, and had to be regretfully sold to underground slave rings.

The Orcs were overjoyed with their new cock-hungry pet, and treated him as kindly as any slave could hope to be. He never sought for food (even if sometimes he had to humiliate himself to get it), and always had a warm bed to sleep in, and a warmer body to snuggle up with at night.

Of course the chieftain of the Orc's still laid claim first and foremost over the human, and when he wasn't being used by the other Orcs, or lying underneath their banquet table being used as a foot stool, he was with the chieftain, ready to sate any slight craving the muscled Orc had. The chieftain was Chris' favourite as well, and not an inch of that sexy, hairy green body had gone unexplored by the slaves willing tongue.

Most nights you could find the slave and chieftain together, the chieftain lounging on his carved throne, and the slave at his feet, licking the soles of his feet clean, or servicing his cock. Sometimes, if the slave was very lucky, the chieftain would even let the boy thrust against his soles to get off himself.

Orgasms were a rare occurrence for the slave, and they were always hands free, but he didn't mind too much. He wasn't greedy after all and always found more pleasure in swallowing an Orc's load, than shooting one of his own.

The chieftain was very proud of his favourite pet and slave, and silently wondered to himself if their next captive would live up to his example. He relished the thought of having two human boys lusting after his cock. Maybe he would make them wrestle each other just for the privilege of taking it in the ass.

The thought alone caused the chieftain to start spurting into his slaves mouth, and grunted as he forced the boys head down, making sure he wouldn't spill a drop. When he was done, the slave lifted his head, and took a small breath of air.

"Thank you Master...is there anything else your slave can do for you tonight?" the slave asked softly, staring up at his Master without a hint of hatred or malice. Only love and admiration shone in those eyes, these days.

The chieftain groaned in satisfaction, and laid back against his large king sized bed. He waved a hand dismissively at the slave, and yawned. "No slave, you're finished for the night," he muttered, grinning predatorily at the still-hard boy. He knew that no matter what, that human would never dare disobey him and touch his own cock, and that fact alone meant the slave would always be putty between his fingers.

"Since you've been such a good boy today, you can go join the others," the chieftain said, causing the slave to beam happily. "And if you ask them nicely enough, tell them I said you come cum tonight. I think a week is long enough to have waited."

The slave's eyes nearly popped out of skull at this piece of good news, and he quickly slipped off the bed, his cock bouncing with every step. "Yes Master! Thank you Master! Slave will go please the clan as best as he can!" he said in an excited voice, before departing out of the chieftains' chamber.

Several minutes later, as the sounds of gasping, moaning, and screams of pleasure began to fill the cave, the chieftain smiled, and closed his eyes contently. Yes, he would have fun with his slave for many, many years to come.