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The young human male and the huge, muscular orc walked down the interconnecting stone walkways which ran in front of all the various stables, each with its own handler who were mostly young men like Matt and who looked after their own herd of orcs. The management of the Stables worked very hard to group together orcs with similar tastes and fetishes, then pair those orcs up with a handler who shared those tastes, as well, and some of those fetishes could be glimpses through the open doors of the stables. Matt and number sixty-eight passed two buildings where all the orcs in the enclosures had latex hoods over their heads which were made to look like animals, one building where all the orcs wore pink pigs hoods while the other had all the orc wearing dogs hoods and several dogs barked at the human and the orc as they passed. Another containing orcs which were covered from head to toe in latex, another were all the orcs wore gasmasks and had tubes coming from their masks which were being strapped to the side of their enclosures, and another where all the orcs were covered head-to-toe in rubber or leather. There was one which didn't have any enclosures at all, but instead had large latex sleepsacks hanging from the ceiling and each had an orc zipped up inside with a featureless hood on their heads, feeding and breathing tubes coming from the hood and waste-removal tubes coming from the sacks. Some were more specialized, but most of the stables were generalized, with combinations of different fetishes for orcs who enjoyed them, but didn't need them constantly.

As the two passed the numerous stable buildings, the handlers and the groundskeepers who worked at the buildings stopped and watched as the two walked by, some looking with curious and enquiring expressions, others smiling and nodding knowingly at Matt and the orc, and a few whistling, cheering or clapping, some even congratulating either Matt or number sixty-eight as they passed. “Orc pig walking!" grinned a tattooed and wild-looking handler as he leaned against the doors to his stable, the dog-hooded orcs behind him barking. Number sixty-eight blushed as he felt the humans looking him up and down, tilted his head down a little in slight embarrassment, but also felt exposed, vulnerable, and deliciously submissive. Maybe it was the reigns that Matt was leading him with, but number sixty-eight couldn't help fantasizing about Matt leading him along this path again with him decked out in pony play gear and showing him off like a prized show pony, the thought only making the orc hard again.

The sun was well and truly down below the horizon and the sky was firmly coloured with twilight by the time Matt and number sixty-eight reached the building which held the office of the owner of the Stables estate. The administrative building formed a protective arch between the back of the stable buildings and the road which lead up to the property, their anonymous, unassuming facades acting as a barrier and a veil between what was truly going on in the stables and the outside world. The owner's office was at one end of the arch, the one which people would pass by to get to the stable buildings, and was housed at the end of a two-storey building which was filled with other offices, showing that the owner had no desire to separate himself from his employees. The door was at the top of a set of stairs and was almost identical to the other offices beside it, except for the plaque on the front of the door which said “Mr. Johan Anderson – Estate Owner" on it.

Matt knocked firmly on the door with his free hand, the deep-voiced response “Come in," quickly coming from the other side. The human quickly opened up the door and led the orc into the somewhat spacious room beyond. The room was actually quite sparse, especially considering that it belonged to the owner of the entire estate, with little more than some chairs in front of a large desk in front of a large window which overlooked the stable buildings and the fields that stretched away from them. Behind the desk was a large, bulky, and muscular human whose blocky form was covered in a light grey suit which matched his long, grey hair and his well-trimmed beard, both of which were woven into braids. His skin was darkened from years of being outside, working and fighting, and the backs of his huge hands and his face were crisscrossed with scars, one huge, jagged scar going across his heavy brow which hung over his surprisingly gentle blue eyes.

Mr. Anderson had two orcs on either side of him, both almost completely naked and both with grey hair of their own. The one on his left was standing obediently beside the human with his head bowed slightly and wearing a nothing, but a black, tailed waistcoat with the chest removed to expose the orc's huge chest and large nipples, black leather bondage mitts which were linked together in front of him, a black leather g-string which showed off his large, round asscheeks, a large, red ball-gag wedged firmly into the orc's mouth and behind his tusks, glistening with drool, and a posture collar around his neck as he stood with his mitted hands behind his back. He had long grey hair which fell down his broad, muscular shoulders and a thick, grey beard as well as the typical gold ring through his nose and a ring in each large nipple. His long hair and the tattoos which surely covered his back showed that the orc on the left was from the same tribe as number sixty-eight.

To Mr. Anderson's right was the second orc, kneeing one of the floor beside the human's chair, and his mohawk and the tattoos on his shoulders said that he was from number twenty-seven's tribe. He wore nothing, but his posture collar, some black bondage mitts which kept the orc's hands behind his back, and a panel gag from which sprouted a bent pipe that supported a small, round tabletop on which sat a glass with a little bit of chestnut brown liquor in the bottom. He was pierced in the same ways as the long-haired orc, with gold rings through both his septum and his nipples, and short, grey hairs stuck out around the panel gag, showing that he had a goatee. He stared up at Mr. Anderson with submissive, brown eyes.

The final of Mr. Anderson's three orcs was harder to see, at first, but, as Matt's eyes adjusted to the light inside his boss's office, Matt saw exactly where he was. The third orc was just as big and muscular as the other two, though his bulk was on more evident as he squatted underneath Mr. Anderson's desk, his broad, rippling back displayed for the young man and crisscrossed by his muscular arms which were tied tightly with mitts over his hands. His thick legs were bent on either side of him and his large ass was a little curled underneath with his asscheeks spread apart slightly which revealed the black plug inside of him and the thin cord of the vibrator that the plug sealed inside him. His head was bald and there was a strap wrapped around the back of his head for the gag that was probably in his mouth. Matt couldn't see his front, but he knew what he would see. The same piercings as the other two and his face would be covered in tattoos, the strap behind his head probably belonging to a ring gag which hooked behind his tusks and held his mouth open judging from the fact that the orc's head was situated right at the level of Mr. Anderson's crotch, the wet slopping and gagging sounds coming from under the desk and the bobbing of the orc's head confirming to the human that he was right.

Mr. Anderson looked up from his computer as Matt entered the room and smiled at the young man with the orc stepping up behind him. “Matt! It's good to see you again," greeted Mr. Anderson, in a voice that sounded like everyone's favourite, loving uncle, “How's everything going with your stable?"

“Fine, Mr. Anderson," nodded Matt.

“It's Johan, Matt, please," insisted the older human, before he set his eyes on the ring-gagged orc who stood right behind Matt, “And what about you, orc? Are you being a good boy for your master and making his job easy?"

“Uh-huh," nodded number sixty-eight, shifting awkwardly under the older human's gaze.

Johan's smile widened a bit before he reached down underneath his desk and the orc under his desk let out a wet groan and deep breath as Mr. Anderson pulled his cock out of the orc's mouth, tucking himself back inside and zipping back up. “So, what brings the two of you to my office this evening?" posed Johan, looking back to the younger man and the huge orc as he petted his own orc under the desk who let out a moan.

“Well…" Matt started, looking away from Mr. Anderson, “I know I already have an orc already…"

“And how is he doing?" asked Mr. Anderson.

“Oh, he's doing very well, Mr. Anderson-I mean, Johan," answered Matt, before he turned to look up at the orc behind him who looked down at him, “But, this orc and I seem to have a connection and he really likes me so I thought that maybe I could take him on, too, as a personal submissive, sir."

“A connection, huh?" smirked Johan, as he leaned back in his chair, “Well then, you know how this goes." The older man turned and nodded to the long-haired orc standing beside him.

The orc gave a deep bow before he went down onto his knees, Mr. Anderson swivelling his chair around to face him before the orc lifted up his arms and offered his mitted hands. Mr. Anderson quickly unbuckled the mitts, slipping them off to let the orc use his arms and hands, and the orc leaned forward to allow his master to undo the strap on his ball-gag and pull it out with a loud exhale from the orc before both the human and the orc got to their feet and walked over to Matt and number sixty-eight. Johan took hold Matt's arm while the grey-haired orc gently put his hands on both of number sixty-eight's arms and started to carefully usher him out from behind Matt and over to one side of the office. Number sixty-eight looked to Matt as they were separated and starting to struggle against his bounds, letting out barely-intelligible protests and pleads. “It's okay, boy," assured Matt, as he and Jonah went the other end of the office, “They're just going to ask you some questions."

Once number sixty-eight and Matt were on opposite ends of the office, Johan let go of Matt's arm and turned to look at the two orcs as number sixty-eight kept trying to look around the other orc and Johan to see Matt. The young human gave the orc a reassuring nod and number sixty-eight looked back to the grey-haired orc in front of him who then reached behind his head and undid the ring-gag, allowing the younger orc to speak properly. “Orc want to go with young Master Matt?" posed the older orc, in a deep, growling voice.

“Yes, sir," answered number sixty-eight, nodding.

“Orc really want?" asked the older orc, “Orc not forced? Orc really want to go with master Matt of orc's free will?"

“Yes, sir," nodded number sixty-eight, “Orc wants to go with Master Matt, sir."

“It's okay, orc," said Johan, walking up behind the grey-haired orc as number sixty-eight turned to look at him, “Nothing bad will happen to you if you say no or if you say anything bad against Matt. You won't suffer any repercussions."

“Orc wants to go with Master Matt," insisted number sixty-eight, looking for the older orc to Mr. Anderson and back again, “Please, orc wants to go with Master Matt."

“Really, boy? Are you really sure?" asked Mr. Anderson.

“Please, sirs!" cried number sixty-eight, falling to his knees in front of Johan and his orc, “Please let orc go with Master Matt! Please! Orc wants to go with Master Matt so bad, sirs! Please let orc go with Master Matt! Please!"

Johan smirked as he looked back over his shoulder at Matt who was still standing at the other end of the room before he turned back to the orc at his feet. “It's okay, boy, you can go with him," assured Johan, “We just had to make sure that everything was consensual and you weren't being forced into anything."

“Orc really like Master Matt, sir," said number sixty-eight, still on his knees.

Johan chuckled before he and the grey-haired orc backed off, the human walking over to Matt and clapping his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Congrats, kiddo," smiled Johan, “You two have fun."

“Thanks, Johan," responded Matt.

“So, are you going to need some more gear?" asked Johan, “Should I have some more stuff sent over to your place?"

“Just the basic stuff for now," answered Matt, “We've still got to work out how everything is going to work out." Matt looked down the room to the orc who was still kneeling on the floor and staring at Matt and Johan before the young human turned back to the older man, “Though, he does seem to like ponyplay so maybe some pony gear would be good to try out."

“Done!" beamed Johan, before he and his orc headed back to his desk and Matt's eyes met number sixty-eight's.

Matt walked over to the kneeling orc and knelt down in front of him. “Come on, boy," said Matt, “Let's bring you to your new home."

“Really, master?" posed the orc, as he stood up to his full, impressive height, “Orc is master Matt's now?"

Matt chuckled, smiling up at the orc as he stood up, too, “Yes, boy, you're mine now."

A big grin stretched across the orc's face and the large green male actually jumped up and down in excitement which made Matt laugh before the human took hold of number sixty-eight's reigns and the large orc beamed down at him. Matt smiled up at the orc before he turned to look at Jonah who was buckling the mitts back onto the hands of his grey-haired orc who was kneeling in front of him. The grey-haired orc stood up and number sixty-eight turned to Matt. “May orc's hands be free for a minute, master?" asked the orc, making Matt look to him.

“Sure, boy," answered Matt, before he stepped behind the orc and undid the connection between the orc's mitts.

Number sixty-eight rolled his shoulders a little to work out the stiffness before he stepped up to the grey-haired and bearded orc who turned to him. “Orc happy now?" asked the bearded orc.

“Yes, sir, orc very, very happy now," smiled number sixty-eight.

The two orcs stepped up to one another and wrapped their arms around the each other. “Orc be good for master," said the bearded orc.

“Orc will," responded number sixty-eight, drawing back as the pair broke their embrace, “Uncle be good, too."

The grey-haired orc smiled before number sixty-eight returned to Matt and allowed the human to restrain his arms behind his back and the grey-haired orc turned around to face away from Johan who proceeded to slip the mitts back on and fasten them together to restrain the orc's arms behind his back before Johan ordered the orc to bend over the desk which the orc immediately did. “You want to hang around and watch this or do you want to head off with your new orc?" posed Johan, looking to Matt and number sixty-eight.

“No, I think we'd better go," answered Matt, “We've still got a long night ahead of us."

“Too bad," smirked Johan, before, pushing the tails of the orc's coat to the side, brought his hand down on the orc's ass with a loud smack and a startled cry from the grey-haired orc. Johan brought his hand down again and again on the orc's big, round asscheeks, making them ripple and wobble, and making them slowly turn more pink, and, though he had said that they should be going, Matt and number sixty-eight stayed rooted to the spot as they watched Johan give his orc a good spanking. “You like this, boy?" posed Johan, as he grabbed the orc's long-hair and pulled him upright.

“Yes, sir!" moaned the orc, before Johan slid his hand underneath the strap of the orc's g-string and started sliding it down the orc's ass and down his thighs as his other hand went to his crotch and unzipped his fly.

Finally jarring his attention from the scene before him, Matt took a firmer grip on number sixty-eight's reigns and turned to the orc beside him. “Come on, boy, we'd better get going," he said, and he and the orc turned and exited through the door behind them, the grey-haired orc's booming moan following them out before it was cut off as the door closed behind them.

Matt and the orc glanced back at the door before they looked to each other and shared a smile as they headed off back the way they had come and exited the Stables' administrative building, the front doors closing silently behind the pair as they left and stepped into the newly-fallen night. Matt led the orc passed the buildings and down the cobblestone path which cut its way into another band of forest that wound across the Stables property. “Are you excited, boy?" asked Matt, as he and the orc walked side by side along the path which was lit by streetlamps and cast into a soft, golden glow against the blue-black of the night.

“Yes, master," answered number sixty-eight, nodding, “Orc very excited to be master Matt's slave."

“I can't wait to show you to my puppy," said Matt, stroking the orc's cheek, “I bet he'll be so happy to have a playmate. Now, he won't be left all alone when I'm off to work. You don't mind having another orc around, do you?"

“No, master, orc don't mind," smiled number sixty-eight, “Orc can't wait to meet new brother."

“That's good," Matt smiled back, before his smile diminished somewhat, “You know, orc, I never asked your name. All I've ever known is your number, so, what is your name, orc?"

“Orc's name?" responded orc, looking somewhat surprised, before he looked away, bashfully, “Orc's name…is Bargog."

“Bargog," repeated Matt, seeing how the name sounded on his lips.

“But master doesn't need to use orc's name," stated the orc, quickly, “Master can call orc whatever master wants. Orc likes being called 'Bitch', 'Whore', and 'Slut'."

“I figured," chuckled Matt, stroking the orc's cheek again, “Don't worry, boy, I'll still call you all those names. I just like knowing what my orc's name is."

Number sixty-eight grinned lovingly down at Matt and Matt smiled up at him as the pair emerged from the wooden path and stepped out into the massive clearing in the center of the forest which housed block after block of apartments where all the workers who worked at the Stables and didn't have any homes nearby stayed, permanently or temporarily. The apartments where all stacked up in buildings that looked something like a blocky, three or four-story motels and were connected by interlocking paths and squares, all lit with streetlights which surrounded the whole of the mini-village in a sphere of gold-yellow light. Matt led the orc down amongst the apartments, the orc casting his widened eyes around at the buildings, before he brought him up a staircase to the third floor, heading down the floor until they came to a door just like all the others which Matt unlocked with a key.

Matt led the orc into a large, spacious apartment which was comprised mostly of one room. The first thing to confront the pair was Matt's large bed which was near one of the top corners of the room with a thick, soft blanket laid over it and with a television on top of a cabinet against the wall beside the door and next to the bed. Passed the bed, the kitchen was pushed down in the lower corner of the room, with a stove top, refrigerator, dishwasher, and cupboards over the countertop. There was a small sitting area across from the kitchen and shelves and bookcases along some of the walls which the orc could see were mostly filled with various pieces of bondage gear, but most of the room in the apartment was empty space in the middle of the room, while the only other thing in the apartment was a large, sliding door which took up most of the wall beside the sitting area. The moment that Matt closed the door behind him and number sixty-eight, a loud, excited bark burst out and Matt led the orc around the bed where, beside the bed, was a large, orc-sized cage which was holding a large, muscular orc. The cage was large enough for the orc to kneel inside with his arms behind his back, which is the exact position that the orc who was locked inside was in, his head poking out through a padded ring on the front of the cage which locked around his neck. The orc inside had bright green skin and tattoos all along his shoulders along with the usual piercing through his septum and piercings through both his nipples, as well. The mohawk on his head had been dyed bright, hot pink and his only clothing was a black collar around his neck with a tag that said “BITCH" on it, pink mitts on his hands, a pair of nosehooks which pulled back his nose and were strapped to the back of his collar by a pink strap, and a tail-plug in his ass. He looked up at Matt with his red eyes and barked around the red dog-bone bit-gag in his mouth. “Hey, puppy," greeted Matt, with a big smile as he knelt down and petted the orc on his head, “Have you been a good boy while I was working?"

The orc nodded and gave a happy, eager bark.

“Did our neighbours look after you while I was gone?" asked Matt, “Did they feed you?"

The orc nodded again and gave another bark.

“Good," smiled Matt, “Now, have you thought on why I put you in your cage for the day?"

The orc lowered his head, looking up at Matt, before he let out a whine and nodded his head.

“Good boy," murmured Matt, as he pet the orc's head and the orc moaned in pleasure, a shiver going down his spine, “Come on, boy, let's get you out of that cage." Matt stood up and started fiddling with the cage's lock, moving out of the way and allowing the two orcs to see each other. The two locked eyes and the orc with the mohawk let out a surprised, high-pitched grunt. Matt looked up and saw the two orcs staring at each other, number sixty-eight looking a little worried while the caged orc looked surprised and stunned back at him, before the human kneeled back down beside the orc and the orc with the mohawk turned to Matt again. “This is Bargog, boy. He's going to be your new playmate, okay?" explained Matt, looking into his puppy's red eyes, “This doesn't mean that I'm getting rid of you or that I'm going to be giving you any less attention, but Bargog is really interested in being like you so I thought we would give him a chance. Now, you know that I love you, and I'm not replacing you. Actually, I hope that the two of you will become best friends and you'll welcome him as part of the family, okay?"

The dog-orc looked from Matt to the other orc, the two staring at each other for a long moment, before he turned back to Matt and nodded, letting out an affirmative bark.

“Good boy!" beamed Matt, ruffling the orc's mohawk before standing up and unlocking the cage, “Don't worry, boy, you'll always be my puppy."

Matt opened up the front of the cage and the orc crawled out on all fours before he reared up and putting his mitted hands and his weight onto Matt, making the human stagger back a little as the orc looked up at his master and wiggled his big, round ass to make the tail on his plug wag back and forth.

“Boy!" chuckled Matt, as he steadied himself. Even though the orc was kneeling on the floor, his head still came up well passed Matt's waist and almost up to Matt's chest. Matt gave the orc more pets across his head, messing up his pink mohawk as the orc gave a happy bark around his bit, “Come on, let's get you some supper, okay?"

The orc gave a bark and fell back down onto all four, scrambling across the room towards the kitchen with Matt in tow before the human came to a stop and looked back to see number sixty-eight hadn't move.

“Come on, boy, you can have a little food, too, if you want," said Matt, smiling reassuringly at the long-haired orc who, after a moment's hesitation, started after the human and the other orc.

Matt's puppy was already waiting for the human and number sixty-eight when they reached the kitchen, its gleaming stove, dishwasher, and refrigerator standing ready around the orc and the two metal food dishes he was kneeling in front of. The orc with the mohawk bounced up and down around Matt's legs in excitement, barking with each bounce, as Matt walked over to the cupboard with held the bag of orc feed and brought the bag down before turning to kneel down and fill one of the orc's bowls with the pellets. Once the bowl was full, the orc barked happily and looked up at Matt as the human put down the bag, knelt beside the orc, and reached up to pull the gag out of the orc's jaws and from behind his tusks, letting to hang around the orc's neck. The orc let out a loud, hearty woof once the gag was out of his mouth before he bent down over his bowl and started gobbling up the food, his ass wiggling to make the tail on his plug wag.

With one orc fed, Matt stood back up and grabbed one of the spare bowls and set it down beside his puppy for number sixty-eight, who was still standing. “Come on, boy," smiled Matt, up at the orc, “Kneel down and let's give you a little food."

“Oh, yes, sir!" nodded the orc, quickly, before he knelt down beside the other orc and Matt poured a little food into the bowl.

Putting the bag of feed down, Matt knelt beside the orc before unclipping the reigns from the orc's nipple rings as the orc stared at him. Matt slipped the reigns into one of the pockets of his coveralls and, his eyes meeting the orc's for a moment, he stood back up. “Go ahead, boy, eat up," urged the human, and the orc nodded before bending down and starting to eat the food.

Matt smiled as he watched the pair eat for a moment before he picked up his puppy's other food bowl and turned back to the kitchen, picking out the last spare food bowl from the cupboard and filled them both with water from the tap for the orcs. Once the two bowls were filled, Matt turned back around and placed them down beside the orc's food bowls before he straightened up poured himself a glass of water which he sipped as he leaned against the countertop to watch the orcs continue to eat. The large green males remained bent over their food and water dishes with their plugged asses up in the air as the two orcs shot quick glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes, as if trying to feel the other one out without being too obvious about it.

It took a few minutes before the orcs were finished with their food and the two straightened up, licking their lips and tusks. Matt set his glass down by the sink and grabbed his puppy's bit before he stepped over to the orc and knelt beside him. “Open up, boy," instructed Matt, and the orc immediately obeyed and allowed the human to slip the gag back into his mouth before Matt moved over to number sixty-eight and slipped his bit back into the orc's mouth from where it had been hanging around his neck. “Come on, boys, let's go get washed up," said Matt, as he stood up.

Number sixty-eight nodded and said, “Yes, master," around his bit, while the orc with the mohawk let out a loud bark before they followed Matt as he walked across the room over to the large sliding door which Matt grabbed and slid to the side, revealing a large bathroom covered in gleaming white tile and chrome. There was a toilet and a sink with a mirror hanging over it right by the door, on opposite walls, but most of the room was taken up by a huge, open shower without any doors and several different knobs and showerheads sprouting from the walls and from the ceiling.

Matt led the two orcs into the bathroom and up to the shower. “Go on, boys, get inside," he told them, and the two stepped into the large, spacious shower before he had orc with the mohawk stand up, revealing that the orc was just as tall as number sixty-eight, and he positioned the pair under two of a number of rings which were arranged in a circle around the shower's ceiling. Matt told the two orcs to hold up their arms and fastening the pair's mitts together so that the links between their mitts had been threaded through the rings, forcing the orcs to keep their arms up, before he walked back out of the bathroom and grabbed something from a nearby shelf. The two orcs watched as Matt returned and they saw that he was holding a pair of nosehooks, just like the ones which the orc with the mohawk was wearing except for the strap which was black instead of pink. Matt stepped up to number sixty-eight and held up the nosehooks. “You want it, boy?" he asked.

“Yes, master," answered the orc, around his bit, as he nodded his head, and Matt slipped the nosehooks into the orc's nostrils before pulling them back, eliciting a grunt from the orc as he strapped the strap to the back of the orc's collar.

“There we go. We like that, boy?" posed Matt, petting the orc.

“Yes, master," answered the orc.

Matt smiled at the long-haired orc before and Matt pet the large, long-haired orc before he stepped out of the shower, turning a knob as he left which a rainfall of water cascade down from one of the showerheads in the ceiling and the two orcs yelped a bit as the cold water washed over them. “You two be good and wait while I get my own dinner sorted out, okay?" said Matt, before he looked back at the two soaking wet orcs, their hair already becoming plastered to their heads as they looked out at the human with shoulders hunched against the water even as it slowly warmed, “Oh, okay. I'll let you boys have a little chat." The human reached back into the shower, the sleeves of his coveralls getting wet as he slipped one gag, then the other out of the orcs' mouths and letting them hang around the orcs' necks. “Alright, boys, now you two be civil with each other, understood?"

The two orcs glanced at each other before they looked back to Matt and nodded, saying, in unison, “Yes, master."

Matt smiled at the two and he left the bathroom, sliding the door almost closed behind him before he walked off towards the kitchen.

The only sound in the bathroom with Matt gone was the rain of water exiting the showerhead and hitting the floor of the shower with the two orcs standing silently and somewhat awkwardly side-by-side with their arms bound over their heads and shooting quick glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking, as if looking for a sign that the other was going to say something or what going to suddenly snap at the other. The water turned warm as the orcs stood in silence and the two finally felt themselves relax, especially number sixty-eight who hadn't felt hot water in a long time. Number sixty-eight closed his eyes and let the water wash over him, before he heard a voice come from beside him. “Orc really like Master Matt?"

Number sixty-eight turned to see the orc with the mohawk looking directly at him before looking away and nodding. “Yes, orc love Master Matt," he answered, “Master Matt so nice, yet so stern and strict, so…hot. Orc want to be his slave so bad."

The mohawked orc was silent for a long moment before he said, in agreement, “Master Matt very good master."

Number sixty-eight looked back to the other orc who was looking at him with a small smile on his face.

“Master Matt so good at keeping orc in proper place," continued the orc with the pink mohawk, his face and his cock getting more and more excited at he goes, “Master Matt pound orc so hard, shove his cock down orc's throat, and smack orc's ass while he fuck it. Master Matt makes sure orc knows where orc belong, punish orc so good when orc deserve it, and make orc beg and plead for punishment. But, master never cruel or mean to orc and never hurts orc, or never hurts orc in way that orc don't like." The orc shifted a little in slight embarrassment as just thinking about everything that Matt did to him had made him hard.

Number sixty-eight laughed a bit and smiled back at the other orc.

“Orc don't mind that Master Matt already have orc pup?" posed the mohawked orc, “Orc don't want to take Master Matt away from puppy?"

“No, orc not want to do that," answered number sixty-eight, shaking his head, “Orc not going to take Master Matt away from puppy. Orc not mind having other orc around, orc just want to serve Master Matt. Orc not mind that orc here now?"

“No, orc not mind," responded the other orc, “Orc kind of excited to have new playmate, to have friend."

“Orc excited, too," smiled number sixty-eight.

“Orc's name Bargog?" said the orc with the mohawk, number sixty-eight nodding, “Orc's name is Gorrok."

The two orcs looked at each other, feeling connected to each other and feeling the bond forming between the pair of them, before they leaned in and their lips parted and they started kissing, their tongues winding around each other and their tusks knocking lightly against each other. The two closed their eyes and let themselves get lost in the sensations, the feeling of their tongues sliding across one another, of their body pressing and stroking each other, and their erections getting a little harder and twitching lightly, and perhaps became so lost in the sensations that they barely noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening. “Well, I'm glad to see that you two are getting along," remarked Matt, as the orc broke hastily apart to see the human standing in the doorway smirking at them, “And I was actually a little worried that you two weren't going to get along."

The two orcs looked nervously at each other and at Matt before they relaxed a bit, seeing that Matt wasn't angry with them.

“Now that you've started without me," Matt said, as his hands went to his belt and unbuckled it, dropping it onto a nearby table, “You two mind if I squeeze in?"

The two orcs shook their heads almost in unison and watched as Matt's hand went to the zipper of his coveralls before dragging it slowly down his front to expose more and more of his tanned torso until the waistband of his black underwear came into view, but he didn't stop there this time. Feeling the eyes of the two orcs, particular those of number sixty-eight, on him, Matt slipped his shoulders out of his coveralls, revealing his fit, athletic torso as the top half of the coveralls fell down around his waist, before he stripped the coveralls off of his lower half and stepped out of them, letting number sixty-eight get a good look at the tan-coloured body which he would be seeing a lot from now on. He stood under the gaze of the two orcs, watching as they practically drooled over him, until his hands went to the waistband on his underwear and slid them down his legs to let his semi-hard cock flop out and give the long-haired orc a view of what he was going to be worshipping from then on. Stripping off the last piece of material which covered his body and leaving it on the floor, Matt stepped into the shower with the two orcs, the water starting to soak into his black hair and making his tan skin gleam, and he slipped in between the two orcs who looked down at him and drank in the view of their master's naked body. Matt turned to look up at number sixty-eight. “Well, boy, what do you think of your master?" he asked.

“Orc think master so beautiful, sir," answered number sixty-eight, pushing himself and his erection up against the human, “Orc think Master Matt so hot."

Matt laughed and didn't stop the two orcs from pressing in on him, letting his body be sandwiched between the pair. The human reached up and took hold of the orc's bit, the orc opening his mouth without even been told to which made Matt smile. “Good boy," said Matt, as he slipped the gag back into the orc's mouth and stroking the orc's cheek before he turned to the orc with the mohawk and slipped his bit back into his mouth, as well, “Time to get you clean, pup."

The orc let out a whimper as the human walked around the two orcs and moved in behind his puppy, grabbing the orc's tailplug and earning him a small yelp from the orc. Matt started pulling, feeling the orc's hole pull back against him, as the orc groaned and Matt pulled harder and harder which made the orc's groans become louder and louder, the orc arching his back and his cock growing hard while Matt kept pulling. Matt applied more and more force to his pulling until he finally felt the plug start to shift and, a moment later, the plug jerked out of the orc's hole with a muffled pop, the orc crying out loudly while his erection gave a jump before his cry turned into a loud groaning moan and his eyes rolled back in pain and pleasure.

“Good boy," soothed Matt, the orc letting out a whimper as his hole gaped and quivered slightly from the absence of the plug which Matt held up in front of his and number sixty-eight's eyes, showing that it bright red and in the shape of a dog's cock with a knot about as large as number sixty-eight's own plug, but the cock extended much deeper into ass that a normal plug would have. Number sixty-eight's eyes went wide, imagining having that inside him every day, and looked to the other orc who whimpered and looked embarrassed, rising one thigh to try and hide his cock behind it, but failing because he was completely hard. “You like this, don't you, boy?" posed Matt, shaking the plug in front of the mohawked orc's eyes and lightly slapping it against the orc's cheek, “You like how it keeps you in your place? Reminds you how you're my bitch?"

“Yes, master," nodded the orc.

Matt smiled at his puppy before an idea came into his head and he ordered the orc to open his mouth, allowing him to remove the orc's bit and replace it with the plug. The orc whimpered a little as he glanced to the number sixty-eight while he clutched the plug in his jaws so that it stuck out on either of his mouth and humiliated him even more than having the other orc know what Matt plugged him with everyday, which only turning him on even more. Matt reached around behind the orc in amongst the many knobs on the wall, taking hold of a nozzle behind a knob and pulled it away from the way to reveal a long, metal hose which came into view as it slid through a hole in the wall. The puppy whimpered a little as Matt pulled out a good length of hose and put his hand on the orc's ass to turn the orc a little away from him and give the human access to the orc's slightly gaping hole which he inserted the nozzle into until it disappeared inside. With the nozzle securely inside the orc, Matt turned the knob above the nozzle's hose a little and the cool water started to slowly fill the orc's bowels, the orc grunting a little as his hole tightened in reaction to the water. “Good boy," soothed Matt, rubbing the orc's ass before giving it a good smack which made it ripple and made the orc yelp a little.

Giving his puppy a pet across his head as the orc whined submissively, Matt turned to number sixty-eight who looked down at the human with just as much submission in his eyes as was in the other orc's whine. “Look at you, boy," chuckled Matt, “You've still got cum all over your face. Here, let me get that off you." Matt slipped out from between the orcs for a moment to grab a washcloth from a rack of towels before returning back to the orcs and sliding back between them. Letting the cloth get wet from the shower, Matt reached up and carefully held the orc's chin as he gently wiped the orc's face and cleaned away the dried semen. Matt tried to get all of the dried cum off of the orc's skin as the orc closed his eyes and savoured being so tenderly looked after and the feeling of having Matt's skin against his, the orc shifting a little bit closer so that his body was touching Matt's as much as possible. Matt slid the cloth down the orc's neck and across the orc's chest, the wet cloth stroking the sensitive flesh of the orc's pectorals and his tender, pierced nipples which elicited a quiet, muffled moan from the bitted orc. Matt rubbed down the orc's large, bulging pecs before he moved down to the orc's defined abdominals, letting the orc savour the feeling, but making sure not to touch the orc's hard cock which stuck out in front of him and grazed the human's stomach. The orc continued to let out sounds of pleasure as he helped the human wash him by pushing out whatever part of his body that Matt was focusing on, turning around as Matt moved from his abs to his ass and pushing out his large asscheeks so that Matt could massage the two big, round glutes with the orc's plug peaking out from between them.

The human took extra time on the orc's ass, rolling and squeezing the orc's cheeks, spreading them apart to look at the orc's firmly plugged hole, and giving it a hard, loud smack which made the orc yelp. Smirking, Matt grabbed the orc's hips and yanked them back, pressing the orc's big ass against his pelvis as the orc let out a submissive, whimpering moan. “You want this, boy?" posed Matt, giving the orc's ass another slap, “You want my cock inside you?"

“Yes, master," answered the orc, around his bit.

“You want me to treat you like a bitch, orc?" asked Matt, grabbing a handful of the orc's long, black-haired and sharply pulling his head back, making the orc grunt, “You want me to pound you hard and rough?"

“Uh huh," the orc nodded.

Matt smirked and gave the orc one more smack on the ass before he backed away from the orc and, still holding onto the orc's hair, continued cleaning the orc's ass, perhaps a little more roughly than before, and moved down to scrub between the orc's legs as the orc raised up one leg to give the human access to every inch of his body. “Do you belong to me now, boy?" posed Matt, turning the orc around to look at him, “Does this body belong to me, orc?"

“Yes, master," nodded the orc, again, looking directly at Matt as his eyes showed that he completely trusted the human and truly did want to give almost all control over to the human.

“Good boy," smiled Matt, letting go of the orc's hair and stroking his cheek, “Don't worry, boy, it will all happen very soon."

The orc let out a long moan, the images of what Matt had in store for him filling his mind, as the human turned to the orc with the mohawk, who whined a little as the attention turned to him. Matt stepped back around behind the orc with the mohawk and both of the orcs knew immediately what the human was going to do, even before Matt turned off the water and grabbed hold of the cord coming from the nozzle which was still inside the orc and started pulling. Steadily applying more and more force to the tugging while the orc's whimpering grew louder, Matt pulled for a few moments until the nozzle popped out of the orc's hole as the orc let out a cry around the plug he was still holding in his mouth before he whined loudly and the water which the nozzle had been forcing into his bowls started coming, splashing onto the tiled floor and mixing with the water from the shower overhead as it run down into the drain.

“Good boy," soothed Matt, petting the orc as he kept pushing out the water until he was empty and his hole was twitching and gaping a little. Matt gave the orc's asscheek a grope, squeezing and fondling the round mound of flesh, before he started washing the mohawked orc, letting the orc moan in pleasure as he ran the wash cloth over the orc's large, hulking green body and cleaning the orc's bulging muscles. Matt took as much care with his puppy as he had with number sixty-eight, letting the orc savour the sensations of being fussed over and spoiled. The human even lifted up his puppy's leg so he could wash underneath it, just as he had done with number sixty-eight, before he let it drop back down and set the cloth aside, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from a small corner shelf. Matt squirted a little of the gelatinous shampoo into his hand before he smeared it into number sixty-eight's hair, then, after another squirt, smeared some into his puppy's mohawk. Carefully, he washed the shampoo out of the two orc's hair while trying his hardest to make sure that neither of them got any in their eyes and watched the suds slide down along the curves of their muscles, then he put a third dollop into his palm which he worked into his own black hair, the two orcs watching him. “What?" he laughed, up at the pair of them, “I have to get clean, too, you know?"

Tilting his head back, Matt started washing the shampoo out of his hair and the orcs followed the trails of the foam as it slid down the human's athletic body and made his tan skin glisten. Finally, feeling clean and cleansed from the dirt and sweat of a day looking after a stable full of orcs as well as feeling satisfied that the orcs were clean as well, Matt reached to the wall and turned off the rainfall shower, the water cutting off abruptly and leaving the three starting to get a little cold so Matt unclipped the orcs' mitts from the hooks in the ceiling and led the pair out of the shower to stand on the tiled floor in front of it. The two orcs stood dripping wet in front of the human, putting their arms behind their backs without being ordered to and Matt quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby rack before he started drying off number sixty-eight, being as thorough as he could and even ruffling the orc's long hair before he did the same to his puppy. The young man let the towel hang around his neck as he ordered the orcs back into the apartment proper where he had them stand in the middle of the room, Matt walking up to number sixty-eight to look up into the orc's bright blue eyes. “So, orc, time you learned the rules," said Matt, as he stepped up to the orc and looked up into his bright blue eyes, “You'll be fed and given water every single day so that you'll never go hungry or thirsty. You don't have to eat the feed if you don't want to, you can eat whatever you want, okay?"

“Yes, master," nodded the orc, talking around his bit.

“You'll wear whatever I put on you, boy," continued Matt, “Otherwise, you'll remain just like you are now. You don't have to remain bound when I'm away, if you don't want to, but, when you're being punished, I decide how you spend your day, understood?"

“Yes, master," nodded the orc, again.

“Otherwise, everything else is up to you," smiled Matt, up at the orc, “If you want special training, like pup here went through to become my puppy, then that can be arranged for you. I won't make any decision for you, unless you want me to, okay, boy?"

“Yes, master," said the orc, for a third time.

Matt's smile widened a little bit and he gave number sixty-eight's cheek a pet before he turned to the orc with the mohawk. “Come on, boy, let's get that plug back into you," said Matt, “You know it goes, on your knees, ass in the air."

The puppy nodded and quickly got down on his knees before bending forward until his cheek was resting against the floor as he looked back over his shoulder at Matt and whined submissively, his mitted hands spreading his asscheeks apart to reveal his open hole. Matt chuckled a little and he knelt down as his cock started to get hard, giving the orc's ass a little slap and making the orc yelp a bit.

“You know what, orc?" posed Matt, as he took hold of the orc's hips and rubbed his swiftly-hardening cock between the orc's cheeks, “Maybe you deserve a little treat for being such a good boy today and to show that you'll still be my bitch even with the new orc in the house. What do you think, boy?"

“Yes, master!" answered the orc, around the plug that he still held in his mouth, “Please, master, fuck orc! Please!"

Matt smirked and slowly, teasingly, slid his cock into the orc's hole as the orc let out a long, tortured moan. After a long moment where the mohawked orc's moans dragged on and on as he pleaded for more, Matt finally hilted into the orc's bowels and started pound him hard, their flesh slapping together and making the orc's asscheeks jiggle while the orc yelped at each loud connection of their hips. The orc moved his hands from where they were, spreading his ass open, and put them behind his back as he had been trained to while Matt continued to pound away and speared the orc's prostate over and over again which sent pleasure washing over him again and again, making his cock rigid and set it twitching in time with Matt's thrusts. Matt slapped one of the orc's asscheeks and then the other, garnering a yelp from the orc each time before the orc's eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a long, low groan. Number sixty-eight watched as his fellow orc was bred hard on the floor right in front of him and he moaned around his bit as his cock got hard, his own hole twitching around his plug at the thought of being pounded that hard and wanting so bad to be in Gorrok's position.

Number sixty-eight watched as Matt reached down and roughly grabbed hold of his puppy's mohawk and jerked the orc upright, the orc yelping as he was grabbed and he whined as he was pulled up off the floor. The orc whimpered beggingly as he tried to look back over his shoulder at the human who was still pounding away, the orc pleading around the plug he was still holding in his mouth for Matt to cum inside him, but, just when the orc reached a fever pitch and his eyes was rolling back into his head, Matt yanked his cock out of the orc's hole and the orc let out a yelp as he felt a sudden emptiness where he had been full a second before. “Sorry, boy," apologized Matt, as the orc whined and wiggled his ass to try and make Matt put it back in him, “But, you need to earn your master's seed, remember? Don't worry, boy, you'll be getting it soon, but not tonight."

Matt let go of the orc's head and the orc went back down onto all fours as Matt stood up and walked around to the front of the orc who looked up at him with large, puppy eyes.

“Go on, boy," said Matt, as he grabbed the orc's plug and pulled it out of the orc's mouth before showing the large, green male his still-hard member, “Clean it."

The orc let out a bark and crawled up to Matt before he sat back and placed his hands on Matt's hips with Matt's cock poking him in the nose. The orc gave Matt's cock a long lick all along the bottom before he opened his mouth and took in the human's erection, sliding as far down to the base as he could.

“Come on, orc," smirked Matt, as he put his free hand on the back of the orc's head, “We both know that you can take more than that." And Matt shoved his entire cock into the orc's mouth, until the orc's nose was squished against Matt's pelvis as the orc looked up at Matt with submissive, puppy-dog eyes. Matt held the orc's head against him for a few moments, feeling the whole length of his cock inside the orc's mouth and throat and savouring the submissiveness in the orc's eyes, before he pulled the orc's head back off his cock and let it come slopping out of the orc's mouth so that the green male could cough a little and breathe deeply. The orc stared up at Matt as he got control over himself and he let out a whimper before Matt shoved the orc's head back onto his cock, hilting himself all the way into the orc's mouth and throat, holding tightly onto the green male's pink mohawk as he dragged the orc up and down his erection a few times so that the head of his cock slid in and out of the orc's throat. The orc let out loud gagging sounds around the human's cock each time Matt forced him down onto it, begging unintelligibly as Matt pulled him back only to be cut off again as he was shoved back down.

Matt gave the orc's head one last hard pull to squash the orc's face against his pelvis and held the orc there for several long moments as he stared down into the wide puppy-dog eyes which the orc was giving him and felt the whimper of the orc around his cock before he yanked the green male off of his cock with a loud slop and a deep breath from the mohawked orc. “Thank you, master!" cried the orc, as Matt held him upright by his mohawk.

“Good boy," smiled Matt, before he swung the orc's tailplug and gently smacked it against the orc's cheek, making the orc let out a small cry, and he let go of the orc's hair so the orc could settle back down onto all-fours. Matt knelt down in front of the orc and held out the tailplug, the cock-end pointing directly at the orc. “Lube it up, boy," instructed Matt, and the orc let out a bark before he started to lick the rubber plug, dragging his tongue along as much of it as he could.

After letting the orc slick the plug for a few seconds, he lowered the plug and took the orc's dog-bone bit from around to the orc's neck to slip it back into the orc's mouth, the orc opening his mouth obediently and letting out a bark once the bit was back where it belonged.

“Come on, puppy, let's plug you back up like a good boy," said Matt, and the orc nodded and gave an affirmative bark before he lowered his upper body down until his head was resting on the floor and his paws went back to spread up his large asscheeks. Matt stepped around behind the orc, seeing the orc's hole quiver and twitch at him as the orc spread it apart, and he gently started to push the plug into the orc, who let out a moan as it slid inside until the knot butted up against the ring of his hole. The puppy let out a whimper as he felt the knot press into his anal ring and the pressure began to increase as Matt pushed harder and harder on it. His whimper grew louder as the force behind the plug increased and Matt pressed it harder into the orc's hole until it popped inside and the orc let out a moan as it settled inside of him. “Good boy," muttered Matt, as he gave the orc a smack on one asscheek before he stood up, “Does it feel good to be plugged away, boy?"

The orc rose back up onto all-fours and he turned around to look up at his master before nodding and barking around his bit.

Matt ruffled the orc's hair before he turned away from his puppy and looked to number sixty-eight who whimpered a little under the human's gaze, but Matt only chuckled. “Come on, you two," he said, looking from one to the other, “I've got to eat, too, you know?"

Matt headed over to the kitchen, his puppy following him as he went and number sixty-eight hurried after them, where Matt picked up a bowl and fork before he turned and headed over to the bed, the orcs crawling and walking behind him. The human climbed up onto the bed, careful as to not spill anything from his bowl, and he sat down at the top of the sheets before he snatched up a remote from the bedside table.

The orc with the pink mohawk carefully climbed up onto the bed and laid down beside Matt, stretching out so that he was parallel to the human, before Matt looked to number sixty-eight who was still standing by the bed and looking at the two. “Come on, orc," encouraged Matt, “You can lay down with us, if you want."

Number sixty-eight's eyes widened in surprise, never expecting to be invited onto the bed, and he looked from Matt to the other orc who met the other orc's gaze and nodded, telling him it was okay. The long-haired orc hesitated for moment before he walked around the bed and carefully climb onto the other side of Matt, the springs of the mattress and the wood of the bed's frame creaking under his weight as he settled down next to the human. Matt leaned back to lie against the shoulders and chests of the two orcs as he stretched his legs out between theirs and lay in between the pair of them before he raised the remote control and flipped on the television.

“Hey, orc," Matt said, looking to number sixty-eight before he directed the orc's attention to the shelf above the television, “Look familiar?"

The long-haired orc turned to look up at the shelf where he saw a black collar with a steel tag on it which had the numbers two and six cut out of it. Number sixty-eight realized what he was looking at and turned to look at the other orc who looked away bashfully.

“You don't have to wear that collar, either, if you don't want to," Matt told the orc, as number sixty-eight looked back to him, “We can change it to anything you want to."

Number sixty-eight thought about it for a moment, never thinking that he could ever have an input in his collar or anything that he wore, as Matt smiled at him and turned to watch the television while laying nestled between the two huge orcs on either side of him. The long-haired orc looked down to the human and he watched as Gorrok put his arm across Matt's shoulders and he quickly followed suite, feeling the human's soft, smooth skin against his and a warmth grew in his chest as he slid a little bit closer to his master which made their sides and their legs touch. Number sixty-eight felt a little on edge, worried that Matt didn't give him permission to touch him, but Matt looked back up to him for a moment and smiled reassuringly before he turned back to the television and the orc relaxed. The feeling of Matt's smooth skin on his was mirrored by the soft feeling of the plush blanket on his rear end and the underside of his legs, something he had never felt before since the only blankets that they had had back in the tribe had been much rougher because the tribe would have seen anything else as frivolous and weak. Number sixty-eight felt his skin move and slid across the fabric, having never really felt the feeling before, before his nostrils picked up something which smelled delicious and he turned to look down at the bowl in Matt's lap to see it full of what looked like pasta with vegetables and meat, and all covered in a pearly white sauce. The orc would have licked his lips if he didn't have the bit in his mouth as he watched Matt twirl the pasta around his fork and bring it up to his mouth while the orc thought how he had never seen anything like that food before, but how it did look very tasty. At that moment, the orc thought that, while the orc feed didn't exactly taste bad, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try to expand his horizons a little.

“I mostly just watch it to keep connected," said Matt, making number sixty-eight come back to reality and he looked down to the human who was looking up at him. Matt gestured towards the television with his fork and the orc turned to see the screen was dominated by a human's head with words surrounding it, though the orc didn't understand a lot of them and he didn't really understand a lot of the terms that the human was talking about. “It's the news, boy. I don't watch much of it, just enough to keep informed about what's going on in the outside world, though sometimes I don't know why. The outside world wasn't all that kind to me."

Number sixty-eight looked to Matt, hearing something melancholy in the human's voice, and their eyes met for a moment before Matt looked away.

“Typical story, I guess," Matt explained, “Kid of immigrants, grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, and no one really wanted anything to do with me, until Mr. Anderson found me and gave me the job here."

Gorrok whimpered sympathetically around his bit and wrapped his large arms around his master, squeezing the human tightly while Matt chuckled and pet the orc with one hand. Number sixty-eight leaned in and wrapped his arms around Matt, as well, which made Matt laugh again.

“Thanks, boys," laughed Matt, as he was squashed between the two massive green bodies of the orcs, though he really didn't mind. He ran his free hand along number sixty-eight's thigh and caressed one of the orc's asscheek which elicited a moan from the long-haired orc as the orc's member, which laid against Matt's thigh, pulsed with life and hardened slightly, making Matt chuckle a little more.

The pair of orcs continued to snuggle with Matt as he ate and the three continued to watch the news while Matt's arm roved over their hulking, muscular bodies, occasionally giving their ass a squeeze or their pectorals a grope to show his ownership over them which made the orcs moan and grind themselves against their master.

Eventually, Matt finished his meal and set the bowl on the bedside table before he grabbed the remote and turned off the television after which he placed the remote down on the bedside table next to his empty bowl. Matt lay back down on his bed and rolled over to face number sixty-eight who stared into Matt's brown eyes with his own bright blue ones. “You know, boy, you never did get a proper breeding, did you?" posed Matt, and he watched as the realization surface on the orc's face and the orc's eyes widen, but a whine came from behind him, making him look over his shoulder to see his puppy looking at him with begging, puppy dog eyes, “Oh, I know you want it, boy, but you are being punished, remember?"

The orc whimpered around the dogbone bit in his mouth, though he nodded, understandingly.

“Don't worry, boy," assured Matt, patting the orc's big thigh affectionately, “If you're good tomorrow, you'll get your reward."

The orc with the mohawk perked up and barked, wiggling his ass to make the tail of his tailplug wag.

“Good boy," growled Matt, through his teeth as he smacked his puppy on the ass a couple times, which make the orc bark even louder, before he turned back to number sixty-eight, “Besides, I think it's time that I give my new bitch a proper ride."

Number sixty-eight moaned around his gag in anticipation as Matt squeezed his asscheek before he ordered the orc to roll over, the orc quickly obeying and letting Matt clip his mitts together behind his back once again. Once the orc was bound again, Matt reached down and gave the orc's asscheeks a couple loud smacks which earned him a cry from the orc as the green male looked back at him with longing look in his blue eyes.

“Are you my bitch, boy?" posed Matt.

“Yes, master," answered number sixty-eight, around his gag.

“And how does my bitch want to be fucked?" asked Matt.

Number sixty-eight sat up before he moved a little further down the bed, with only a little difficulty from his hand being bound behind his back, and he lifted one leg and planted it the other side of Matt's body so that he was kneeling over top of Matt with his large, wide ass pushed out towards Matt, his two asscheeks spread open a little with the plug nestled firmly in between. “Please, master, fuck orc," begged number sixty-eight.

“So, you want to be fucked from behind, orc?" posed Matt.

“Yes, sir," nodded the orc.

“Just like in the stables?" added Matt.

“Yes, master," nodded the orc, again.

Matt smirked and chuckled a little as he got up into a kneeling position behind the orc, his member already almost completely hard as he took hold of the orc's plug and pulled it out of the orc's ass with a cry from the orc. Matt placed the plug on the bedside table before he turned back to the orc and took hold of the base of his cock, guiding it towards the orc's hole which almost seemed to draw Matt's cock into it as the orc moaned loudly and wantonly at the feeling of his master sliding into him. In a moment, Matt hilted inside the orc, the flesh of his pelvis squishing into the round mounds of the orc's ass, and the human reached over the orcs broad back to grab a tight hold of the orc's long, black hair which he yanked back with the orc's head, making the orc yelp around his gag. Matt turned to his puppy, who had moved to a kneeling position beside his master and his brother-orc, and smiled, “Get ready for a good show, boy."

The orc with a mohawk whined and the long-haired orc whimpered submissively in kind before Matt drew his hips back and thrusted forward, dragging his cock along the insides of the orc's ass and pulling the orc's hair back so the orc came back to meet his forward thrust. Number sixty-eight squealed as Matt thrust into him and his hair was pulled up, and he continued to whimper as Matt started to speed up his thrusts and his pulling on the orc's hair.

“You like that, orc?" posed Matt, as his thrusting and pulling reached a steady speed and he smacked the orc on one asscheek with his free hand, “You like getting fucked like a bitch?"

“Yes, master," answered the orc, loudly around his gag before he yelped as Matt smack his other asscheek, the orc arching his back to push out his ass for the spanking and so that Matt's cock could thrust even deeper into him. The sound of flesh on flesh slapping and clapping against each other quickly filled the room with the cries and moans of the orc providing the underscore with the sounds of love-making and Matt's puppy watched his master pound the other orc while his cock got harder and harder which each cry from his new brother-slave. Matt started spanking the orc in time with his pounding, bringing his free hand down on one cheek and then the other as he continued to thrust into the orc, and the sound of his palm hitting the yielding flesh of the orc's ass was quickly added to the cacophony which filled the room. The cries and sounds coming from around the orc's gag grew louder and louder as Matt smacked his ass and pounded him, his pectorals bouncing a little and jiggling the rings in his nipples while his eyes rounded back into his head as his body was overcome with pleasure from his master's cock ramming in and out of him. Matt's cock speared that special spot inside of him that sent wave after wave of pleasure down his spine and into his cock which grew rock-hard and twitched almost in time with his master's pounding.

Matt's puppy whimpered as he watched his fellow orc be pounded half out of his mind, a sizeable part of him wanting nothing more than to be where number sixty-eight was, but also being a little afraid about how he would fair under the same assault. Matt managed to keep up the pace as the orc writhed under his thrust, but, after everything he had been through that day, he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer so he grabbed hold of the orc's waist with the hand that had been spanking the orc and he yanked on the orc's hair, making the orc cry out as he forced the orc to arch his back even more so that the orc's head was closer to his. “You're a great big whore, understood?" posed Matt, as the human leaned forward a bit to talk into the orc's ear.

“Yes, master!" cried the orc, “Orc a big whore! Orc a big whore!"

“Get ready to be bred, whore," smirked Matt.

“Please, master, may orc-whore cum?!" yelled the orc, around his bit, “Please, may orc cum?!"

“You want to cum, bitch?" asked Matt, “Go ahead, boy, cum for your master."

The orc let out a long, booming yell, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body writhed in pleasure, and the feeling of Matt's cock jabbing his prostate over and over again made his cock's hardness became almost painful. The orc's ass twitched and quivered around Matt's cock as the orc's orgasm approached and Matt swore under his breath as he hilted roughly into the orc's ass before he came deep into the orc's bowels, breeding the orc and marking him as his property and his bitch. The feeling of the hot cum gushing into his insides and up against his prostate also pushing the orc over the edge, and he came with a loud moan as his whole body quaked and shook from the exertion, his green cock spasming as it shot cum all across the bedspread in front of him.

The pair hung suspended for a second as they both breathed heavily while in the haze of the afterglow before Matt let go of the orc's long hair and both he and the orc slumped forward, the orc dropping down onto the bed underneath him and Matt falling onto the orc's huge back. Warmth filled the human and the orc as they lay on the bed and let the endorphins course through their bodies under the gaze of Matt's puppy who still had a raging hard-on. Eventually, Matt felt himself grow soft and he raised himself up off the orc, pulling himself from inside the orc who let out a quiet whimper as he felt himself become emptier again. Matt knelt in between the orc's spread legs and he reached over and grabbed the orc's plug from the bedside table before he roughly shoved it into the orc's open hole, making the orc let out a grunt as it popped inside. “Don't want to waste your master's cum, do you, orc?" posed Matt.

“No, master," answered number sixty-eight.

Matt smiled a little before he turned to his puppy who flinched a little under his master's gaze. “Clean it," Matt ordered the orc, firmly, and the orc quickly got down on all fours and crawled over to the human. Matt slipped the bit out of the orc's mouth with a wet exhale from the orc as his mouth was freed and the mohawked male quickly start licking the human's softening member, holding it gently in his mitted front paws to clean every inch of it. Once his puppy was finished cleaning his cock, Matt clambered off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, calling back over his shoulder, “Make sure you clean him off, too, pup."

The orc with the mohawk barked as Matt entered into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth and the puppy crawled across the bed over to the other orc who he barked at a little, making the other orc look to him before he rolled onto his back and let the puppy lick all the cum which had been smeared across his torso by his fall forward onto the bed on top of his cum which had fallen before him. The pink-haired orc dragged his tongue across the orc's green skin, over the hills and valleys of the orc's muscular torso, and left a thin trail of saliva as he cleaned his fellow orc, until he looked up at the other orc and said, quietly so that Matt couldn't hear him, “Master Matt fucks orcs so good?"

Number sixty-eight tilted his head and looked down his body at the other orc before he nodded and let out a tired, “Uh-huh." The pink-haired orc continued to clean the other orc until Matt came striding back from the bathroom and, after switching off the lights, he climbed back onto the bed.

Matt's puppy barked happily and wiggled his ass as Matt settled back down at the head of the bed, and Matt chuckled as his puppy scrambled over to him and put his large arms around the human. “Alright, boy, alright," soothed the human, as he ruffled the orc's hair before he slipped the orc's bit back into his mouth and turned to the other orc, “Here, boy, let's get you in on the action." Matt slipped out from his puppy's embrace and slid over to the other orc, having him roll over again so that Matt could undo the link between the orc's mitts and free his arms. The human returned to where he had been and his puppy quickly wrapped him in his huge arms while number sixty-eight lifted himself up to a sitting position and looked to Matt and the other orc as if expecting the human to say something at any moment, but Matt simply smiled. “Come on, come up and join us," said Matt, and the orc's eyes went wide as he realized what Matt was proposing.

Number sixty-eight moved down onto all fours and slowly made his way up the bed towards his master and his fellow orc, trembling as if he was expecting to be knocked off the bed or scolded at any moment, but it never happened and he was allowed to crawl all the way up to his master and he slipped back into his position beside Matt, opposite to the other orc. Matt smiled reassuring in the dark at the orc and pulled the blanket out from underneath him and the two orcs, drawing it up over the three of them before sliding down the bed along with his puppy so that the two could lay their heads back on the pillows.

The long-haired orc watched the two lay down, snuggling close to each other, before Matt turned to look up at him and the orc flinched out of reflex. “It's okay, boy," assured Matt, reaching up and touching the orc's cheek, “Lay down with us."

Number sixty-eight let out a surprised sound around his bit as his eyes widened in shock. He had been expecting almost everything which he had experienced since he had accepted Matt's offer of being his property, and had indeed been looking forward to it, but he had been expecting to be made to sleep on the floor or perhaps in a cage and the fact the Matt's puppy had been in one when they had arrived, but he had never once thought about being allowed to sleep in bed with his master, not even when he had been with his tribe had he ever been taught to expect anything like sleeping in a real, soft bed and he could hardly process the idea as he carefully slid down in the bed and lay his head on the pillows along with Matt and his puppy. Matt and the long-haired orc were almost nose-to-nose, looking into one another's eyes, as they lay under the covers and the human smiled lovingly at the orc, reaching up to stroke the orc's cheek before resting his hand on the orc's huge chest which made emotion well up inside the orc's chest and he screwed his eyes shut as tears started to squeeze out from between his eyelids to slide down his face.

“Bargog, what's wrong?" asked Matt, putting his hand on the orc's cheek.

The long-haired orc opened up his blue eyes and stared at Matt through the tears.

“Are you sad, boy?" posed Matt, but the orc shook his head, “What's wrong, then? Are these happy tears?" The orc nodded and Matt smiled before he wiped the orc's tears away. “Come here, boy." Matt wrapped his arms around the orc's broad torso, squeezing the orc reassuringly, and the orc wrapped his arms around the human and pressed the smaller male into his huge chest. Gorrok moved in behind Matt, sandwiching the human between him and Bargog, and he wrapped one arm around Matt while the other went around Bargog's back, the orc's eyes smiling and full of love. The long-haired orc slipped one arm out from around Matt and put it across Gorrok's back in a sign of brotherly love and affection before Matt looked up to the long-haired orc who looked down at him, as well. “You two aren't just my slaves, orc," muttered Matt, soothingly to the orc, “You both not just my property, Bargog. The three of us, we're family now. We're lovers."

Number sixty-eight's eyes became misty and he nodded as he looked down lovingly on the smaller human in his arms.

“We'd all better get to sleep," Matt stated, “The three of us have training to do in the morning, especially you, boy."

The long-haired orc moaned around his bit as he thought about all the things that Matt could have in store for him before he, the human, and the other orc all settled down into the bed and the pillows.

“This is how it will always be, orc," muttered Matt, to Bargog, “You may always be able to hug me back and you may be have a few more restraints, but, as long as you belong to me, you'll be sleeping here with me, too, understood?"

The orc looked into his master's eyes for a long moment, feeling their skin pressing against each other, and realized that this was going to be how it was going to be from now on before he nodded again and let out an “Uh-huh" around his bit. Matt smiled in response before he and the two orcs closed their eyes and snuggled up against each other, naked flesh rubbing against naked flesh as the human lay surrounded by bulging green muscle. All wrapped up by limbs and covered in blankets, number sixty-eight felt more warm and felt more filled with love than he had ever felt in his life, more than he had ever dreamed of being, and he spared one last look down at Matt as the human went to sleep in his arms, thinking back on how he had always known that Matt would be a fantastic master from the moment they had laid eyes on each other and how happy he was to that he was going to get the chance to find out just how good of a master he was. The orc closed his eyes once again, and he hugged his master and his brother-slave closer to him before he let himself relaxed and he, along with his master and the other orc, drifted off to sleep surrounded by his new family, happier than he had probably ever been from finally having found his place in the world.