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*--Adventurer in Need--*

“Ever been to Falkreath?" The Nord's voice rang out in your ears as you woke up from your nap, your body lightly bobbing under the soft rumble of the carriage.

“Is it so hard to get a goodnight's sleep around here…?" you thought, grumbling to yourself, recalling the last few days you've spent out camping, waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of a branch breaking… or your cock throbbing.

You're on edge. Skyrim is a lawless, vicious land. And it's full of sexy men, too, including this Nord, as annoying as he is.

You surmised that he had to be around 45-years-old, clear-cut blonde stubble, blonde hair, sharp jawline… piercing eyes and, best of all, a hairy chest that you could see protruding at the top of his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

"Do all men in Skyrim have to be muscular and hairy?" You thought to yourself.

“No, I've never been to Falkreath before..." you mumbled out to the Nord, voice still groggy from the nap.

You rolled a silver necklace in your hand with the name “M'aiq" on it and smiled.

Right after you met him and he gave you this quest to return the necklace to one of his friends, you sucked the sperm out of his fat Khajiit dick, trying to be as quiet as possible as some Thalmor patrol strolled by, but M'aiq would not stop grinding your nose up against his pubes and moaning from the pleasure your tight teenage throat brings, exploding his days-worth of chunky cat-daddy nut down your flexing gullet, eyes rolling back in his head as you still sucked and cleaned his cock off, never pulling back even as the sound of the patrol grew ever closer in your ears. You cleaned the spunk off his cock so well that it was like he never came out all, the only caveat to that spotless sight being a string of saliva was attached from his cockhead to your chin.

“It's a symbol of our bonds," M'aiq chuckled hoarsely, squinting his eyes shut again as his cock throbbed a last rope of spunk on your face, which you ate and slurped up like honey while maintaining eye contact with the handsome Khajiit.

You smirked.

"Yeah, that was hot," you thought.

The Nord just “hmphed" at your lack of conversation and turned facing forward. It was already night, the sweet gentle sound of birds tweeting in your ear and you were getting tired of the small talk and the constant boiling in your loins.

“Falkreath isn't far," he continued, pointing to the distant structure.

You slapped your legs, stood up and yawned,

“Yeah… this'll do," you said.

The Nord had a confused look on his face,

“Really? But I still haven't taken you all the way there yet," even as you turned to hop off, he grabbed your arm.

“Be careful of the monsters and bandits, okay? Wouldn't do with a young lad such as you dying in the middle of nowhere."

You waved him off.

“Yeah, yeah…"

It was nothing you hadn't heard before.

You shoved a hefty coin pouch in his hands, and he looked up at you with surprise.

“Really… all this?"

You smirked and pointed down to your bulging crotch.

“As long as you take care of my other problem."

The Nord licked his lips and eagerly started unbuttoning your pants.

"Been a while since I sucked another guy off, much less someone half my age."

---Some time later…

You grunted and shot your last load over the handsome Nord's face, his beard tickling your shaft ever so gently as he tugged at your heavy nuts and cleaned the rest of your cock of semen.

"Fuck kid, you've got an amazing cock." He laughed in amazement and tongued your fat 7-inch shaft for a few more seconds, rubbing it against his warm face, slapping his tongue around your balls for a bit before he finally started to pull back, swallowing all the built-up teen sperm down his throat.

"Damn, I wish my son had a cock like that!"

You raised your eyebrow inquistively at him and he just mumbled something about 'not letting people know that I'm an incest freak' and decided to hop back on his carriage with a bright smile and a tent in his pants.

"Where you come from, lad? A noble family?" He said, setting up his carriage to ride again and inspecting the volume of coins in the pouch, his face lit up in boyish joy.

You shrugged and said:

"I don't know. The job pays well, though."

The Nord took a brief glance over your leather armor and hungrily devoured you with his eyes.

"I can see that. You've got it all: fat cock, good looks, slender body, good money… for now." He winked at you and whipped his horses, plodding down the path.

"Just don't go spending it all on getting blowjobs from older men, you hear?!"

You rolled your eyes and waved to him.

--M'aiq perspective

These past few days had M'aiq at a loss. Not only did he find someone to entrust his necklace to for safekeeping, but he also blew his load down the handsome lad's throat straight after he had accepted the request. The man hadn't got off in months before then and is desperately looking for another travelling partner.

While M'aiq has plans to entrust the necklace to his brother, so that he would know that the boy is safe, he could not escape the feeling that he really wanted to be with the Breton youth who had so kindly sucked the sperm out of his cock.

Not only that, but he had a charm about him, a certain energy that just pulled M'aiq towards him, a quality he discerned when he observed as the youth in question, Aster, effortlessly dealing with some troll that dared to bar his path by the tried and true method of: running the hell away from there.

Indeed, that action had made him concerned for the boy's future. If he gets frightened at the sight of a troll, then he dares to think of what other dangers will await him.

M'aiq shook his head and finished his tea, trying to shake these negative thoughts from himself.

“These sands are cold, but Khajiit feels warmness from your presence," he whispered.

M'aiq is sure now; he would follow after him, even if it meant a chance to blow down his soft throat again.

As M'aiq began on his path to the Khajiit caravan at Falkreath, a smirk crossed his face. If the youth had so eagerly sucked his sperm without so much of a word of consent from the other party, then what will he do to the caravan of fellow khajiits? No doubt they would notice the teenager for what he really was - a cum-hungry, money-hungry slut, both of which they can provide in spades.

Still, even if that was the case, and he was to crash a 'party' of sorts… he wouldn't be the one to miss it.

---Aster perspective

Travelling through the road to Falkreath, you begin to notice the strange lack of danger, an eeriness about the place… But then, as you looked to the horizon, you found a shirtless orc aiming his bow at you.

“Crap, bandits!" you swore to yourself, rushing to take cover behind the nearby rock. As you ducked your head just in time, you heard the sharp 'twing' of the arrow bouncing off the rock. Close call.

Even though you found cover, you struggled to stay calm. Your hands were sweating and making your grip on the bow loose as you struggled to take aim at him.

You swore under your breath and decided to make a run for it, your feet freezing underneath the snow.

But it's not enough, not for the burly bandits that are chasing you, eager to loot your corpse of all its contents.

Panicking, you slipped over some rock, your bow flying out of your hands and down some cliff.

“I'm well and truly fucked now!" you said to yourself as you ran as fast as possible to get away from these bandits, but they would not stay their course.

An arrow pierced your back, and with a cry, you fell into the snow. The last thing you could see is a group of orc men dragging you by your feet and being hauled across a broad green shoulder.

--After a short time…

You woke up to the laboured breathing of an orc followed by a heady:

"Wake up, runt."

As you opened your eyes, you were treated to the sight of the muscular hairy orc looming over you. Adorned in nothing but a red silky loincloth that looked like it had seen better days (and was also in dire need of washing), your eyes devoured his lush dark treasure trial and the explosion of hair across his chest and you felt your cock surge at the sight. His skin was a tan green, somewhat sweaty and oiling-looking, and his arms, in addition to being covered in hair, were scarred underneath and very bulky. His strong abdomens could barely be seen under the explosion of hair that is his, presumably, unshaven pube bush snaking out into an impressively thick treasure trail.

He was breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling, expecting you to say something, to react… He did not have a weapon in his hand.

“Damn it, now's not the time.. Far from appropriate, neither," you muttered to yourself.

You quickly checked your body to find that a bandage was wrapped around your lower abdomen, where the bandit hit you. Strangely enough, the pain didn't seem to be too severe. They must've taken great care in preserving you. But to what end?

"Now, we can do this the easy way... or the hard way," he said, while his cock tented out his loincloth, affording you a look at his big fuzzy nuts below, that bounced in time with his throbbing cock.

You quickly glanced around, backing yourself up against a wall and found yourself to be alone with this burly orc.

He grunted and leaned his arm against the wall above you, affording you a look at his bushy pits as you looked above and gulped, cock surging against your pants.

“Well?" he inquired and you responded by falling down the wall on your knees, wrapping your lips around his fat shaft and taking his cock down to his pubes, prompting the big orc to groan and push your head down on his cock as you slurped on his girthy 9-inch meat like a street whore.

“Holy shit, I didn't think you'd actually want it…" He said with surprise in his voice, knees buckling and cock throbbing inside your tight throat, clearly not getting a blowjob from someone so skillful before.

The lewd sound of your lips smacking against his shaft echoed throughout the room, along with his deep grunts and your boyish moans.

“Y-You… ugh, you really like this, huh?"

Your hands braced against his rippling hairy thighs, gripping around them as you choked on his jawbreaker of a cock, precum and saliva dribbling off your chin and plodding to the floor.

Gods, did it feel good to please this orc - to hear his desperate moans as he struggles to contain the sheer amount of pleasure you bring to his cock, to get his shaft all soaked with your spit, with you choking and gagging on the thing. Your teenage throat pulled on his cock with every deep gulp you took of that thick green shaft.

He sighed and pulled his cock out of your mouth, his tip throbbing once it brushed past against your soft lips again, and slapped his sweaty sloppy cock on your face.

“That's a good boy…" he said in a deep voice.

Even though you were alone, he was speaking like he was afraid of being heard.

“You just want some fat orc dick, don't 'cha?"

Your hands kneaded on his hairy thighs like a cat pleading for milk - you wanted him to flood your whore throat with his potent orc semen.

As he continued slapping and grinding his cock against your face, leaving a slimy trail over your delicate features as his fuzzy nuts nudged into your nose, intoxicating you of his simple, raw, manly scent, you began to grow impatient.

You wanted this man to blow his wad down your throat already, to use your head like his personal cocksleeve, to transform him into a mindless slave of his hormones as he crams his dick inside some cutie's throat.

“Do it, then," you sneered.

He knotted his brow and roughly shoved his cock back into your mouth.

“You're going to get it hard for that," he grunted, taking your head in his strong hairy hands and pushing you right into the base of his unclipped black pube bush. Gods, the smell was immense. It made your throat dry, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl. Your cock throbbed vigorously.

“Fuuuuuck yeah, inhale that musk, bitch," he groaned out, shoving your nose as far into his bush as he can get. His thick pubes were shoved up your nostrils, giving no choice but to inhale that manly stench, smelling slightly of cum and piss.

“Never shaved this monster," he added.

You could tell. To have a thick dick was hot, but to have a beautiful cock mane like his…

His pubes were curly and coarse, but not too coarse that they were rough to the touch, but rather delicate. Thick, like the pubes had been growing there for years.

“They compliment his cock so well," you thought.

Gone is the smell of the dingy prison cell, replaced by the intense musk of this hairy 27-year-old orc who couldn't help himself to the new sex slave's mouth.

“We're going to get so much use out of you," he sighed out in bliss.

Gods yes. This is the stuff of your dreams; you're going to get turned into a mindless cumdump for all these horny hairy orc men, all with thick uncut cocks at least above 7 inches.

As if your head wasn't swimming enough already, now the thought of an old orc taking your virginity enters your brain, only adding to the cum and musk-filled haze that is your mind. You feel weazy; like you're about to pass out.

“Don't worry, we'll toughen you up," he said, shoving his cock back into your mouth again, your saliva-coated tongue slurping up that shaft and getting a good feel of his shaft's leathery, delicious texture in your mouth. Orc cock is addictive.

You started to think that he wasn't going to 'toughen you up' in the way of learning how to aim a bow correctly, or how to wield magic - far from it; this orc has plans for you, and it involves you being sandwiched between two hairy orc chests scratching against your body while they make out with each other and shove their dicks inside your tight hole.

As he roughly facefucked you, his sweaty nuts slapping against your chin with every powerful thrust flexing out of those strong built hips, your throat felt parched, your eyes heavy and your jaw sore.

“Feed me daddy…" you moaned out, making the orc grunt in surprise again.

“Gods yes, I'm going to feed you, son! Feed you full of orc spunk!"

He may have been rough before, but now he's absolutely slamming his cock into your mouth-cunt, a sickly sloppy sound echoing throughout the room as he takes advantage of his collared slave like this.

Eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime of his hairy sweaty nuts dampening the skin of your chin and the feel of his fat cock plowing your tight throat, he stops thrusting like a madman and instead grinds his sweaty pubes against your face, cramming his cock in as far in as it can go in your smaller mouth, making you choke and groan, hands squirming against his powerful thighs, the muscles of which tensing up as he released his seed inside your abused throat, roaring out:

“Take it! Take it boy! Be a good slave for daddy!"

You couldn't take it all, you were going to suffocate. With a loud gurgle, you slipped off his cock like a used fleshlight, and panted out heavily on the floor, globs of orc sperm falling from your mouth, mixed with your spit, your heart beating, cock about to burst at any moment.

He roughly grabbed your chin and shoved his tongue down your mouth, lifting your body up so that he could reach him and make out with him.

“We'll… nhgg, hah, swap it together, son…"

It seemed like this orc was really into the whole 'having a son as his sex slave' kinda thing, though it didn't surprise you that much.

You've always wanted a man to call 'daddy' that plows you, ass or throat.

You lovingly return his kiss, snowballing all the bitter semen in-between your mouths, hot breath escaping from each other, his warm sweaty body rubbing against yours, the soft tickle of his chest hairs feeling like brushes to your smooth skin.

You squirmed and let it out, busting a load all over his pubes and inner thigh as the two of you kissed passionately and swapped cum, the orc holding your head close and playing with your hair like he couldn't get enough of you. And you couldn't get enough of him.

---M'aiq's perspective

M'aiq returned to the caravan at Falkreath but the youth was nowhere to be found.

With his brother calling him in for food, M'aiq is not one to miss a meal, and concluded that perhaps his crush has yet to arrive.

--Some time later…

“He's where?!" M'aiq sputtered out his drink upon learning the location of his Breton youth, who had sadly run afoul of bandits in Falkreath's crossing.

“I saw a Breton get dragged across to a bandit encampment a few hours ago!" his brother Ji'kir shouted, pleading M'aiq to sit down and finish his meal before he storms off.

Brushing his plate aside and standing up determindley, M'aiq announced that he was going to search for him at once, but was stopped by his brother.

“Wait!"

M'aiq looked at him with pained eyes, clearly panicking and fearing for the boy's life, if it were not for his brother's comfort.

“Don't you think I should come with you?"

M'aiq breathed a sigh of relief.

“I am glad to hear you are compelled to help me." His voice broke out.

His brother nodded and smiled,

“Well, you clearly care for him, so…"

M'aiq could not be more confident in his decision.

If he was to leave the boy out to die now, he would be losing someone he felt a connection with.

So M'aiq and his brother Ji'kir set out on this journey with only a few days of rations, a collective total of fifty arrows, and a spare change of clothes for the captive youth.

Having spent the entire evening searching across Falkreath hold for an inkling of the youth's whereabouts, M'aiq and Ji'kir finally conclude their search upon coming across an orc bandit encampment - which is exactly as his brother described.

“Ah yes, big hairy orc men…" M'aiq mused, which elicited a playful prod out of his brother.

“You know, I sucked an orc off once," Ji'kir said, which led M'aiq to roll his eyes and set down his gear and bag, clearly not in the mood for such a discussion. Ji'kir decided to change the subject.

“We are ill-equipped for raiding a bandit camp…" Ji'kir quipped as he sharpened his sword, getting a glare from M'aiq, who resolutely crossed his arms.

“You are always ill-equipped. Why do you always have to run around shirtless?" M'aiq tried to ignore his throbbing dick upon looking at his older brother's large grey-furred pectoral muscles.

Ji'kir chuckled, set his weapon down and crawled over to his brother so that they were sitting across from each other.

“Because I know you like it…"

He said, reaching and pulling in his younger brother's face for a brief, sensual kiss. The two men swapped spit together for a few seconds, M'aiq using this chance to gently grope his brother's biceps, feeling up his defined flanks, before the two drew away with only a thin string of spit connecting their maws, their breath heavy and dicks tented in loincloths.

“I miss travelling with you, brother…" M'aiq groaned out, shoving his hand under his loincloth to grope at his lengthening dick.

Ji'kir drew M'aiq close to his warm bulky frame, placing the slender Khajiit on his lap as his hands roamed all over his lithe front, slowly taking off his articles of clothing.

“You seem to be so stressed recently, little kitten…" Ji'kir purred out, tonguing M'aiq's neck for a second before returning to lovingly kissing his head as he felt him up.

“Is it the boy? You seem to be obsessed with him. What did he do? What's his name?"

M'aiq sighed and let his brother grope his cock and fondle his nuts while he told his story.

“His name is Aster. He sucked me off after he agreed to return my pendant to you."

Ji'kir's hands suddenly stopped roaming his younger brother's body.

“He did… what?"

“Y-Yeah, he uh…" M'aiq gulped as the memory of that day filled his mind, making his cock bounce in his brother's hands.

“He sucked my Khajiit spunk and swallowed it all. His throat felt so good, brother, so good…"

His brother's hands quickened on his cock, Ji'kir's own cock throbbing intensely against his brother's backside.

“Tell me more, M'aiq. Describe every detail."

M'aiq's body shivered in pleasure as he recalled every detail of that day in his head, little did Aster know, that was the first time he got sucked off. His brother Ji'kir had only ever cared about using him like a cumdump, not like M'aiq thought there was anything wrong with that.

“I felt… so powerful. I gripped his head in my hands, played with his hair, felt his lips part around my meat and suckle, desperately wanting that milk…"

Ji'kir groaned, stood up and began beating off in front of M'aiq's face.

“Gods, this is so hot… Finally my little kitten has become his man, getting his first blowjob from a cocksucking whore."

Ji'kir rubbed his cock against M'aiq's lips, getting his cockhead slick with his brother's spit and providing ample lube for him to audibly beat his dick over his face as M'aiq told his filthy story.

“How did he feel, brother?" Ji'kir groaned out.

“Soft, like I could blow a nut inside him for hours," M'aiq answered, tilting his head back as he beat off his cock, only for Ji'kir to take a firm hold of his head and push his lips down on his cock.

“It's been too long since I've blown a load down your throat, brother…" Ji'kir moaned, groaning at his younger brother willingly taking in his cock down his soft throat with a vengeance, lancing his tongue around his shaft with a surprising amount of dexterity.

M'aiq's expert cocksucking made Ji'kir groan and buckle his hips against his brother's face, pushing his soft furred pubes into his nose. M'aiq moaned and vibrated around that cock as he inhaled his brother's scent, built up over days of travel, battle and hard work.

M'aiq decided to go a step further than he normally would, slipping his brother's big cock out of his maw and instead opting to push his nose up against his round furry nuts, inhaling the scent straight from the source and licking his long tongue against his crack, making the older brother gasp in surprise and nearly lose his balance from the pleasure of his younger brother's tongue swiping at his sweaty hole.

“M-More, brother…"

M'aiq stood up, his cock bouncing between his well-built legs, and pushed his brother over the log.

He squatted down and then shoved his face into his hole, prodding his tongue at his virgin brother's hole, breaking in his brother's ass with his tongue and rimming him.

Ji'kir's legs wobbled in pleasure and he groaned from this surprising pleasure.

“Gods… B-Brother…"

M'aiq squirmed his tongue as far in as it could go in his older brother's ass, turning him into a shivering subby slut whose cock was awakened to the pleasures that another man can bring.

“Breed me, M'aiq…"

M'aiq was surprised. This is the first time Ji'kir displayed such tendencies, yet the young Khajiit prodded his cock at his brother's wet, spit-covered hole all the same, sinking into that soft virgin ass.

M'aiq's well-endowed cock was enveloped in a silky warmth, and he wrapped his arms around his brother's shivering front, holding him close and purring in his ear.

“Do you love me, brother?" M'aiq whispered.

“I want to breed me full of your gay spunk," Ji'kir replied, softly kissing his younger brother on the lips, his mind thinking of only one thing: getting the cum that he craves from a more experienced, practicing gay man.

M'aiq pressed his hips firmly into his brother's tight backside, fucking him slowly but firmly.

Ji'kir reached his arm out and fingered M'aiq's hole a bit, spurring him on to keep on fucking.

“Go on brother, I can take more…"

M'aiq grunted and shoved the last few inches inside his brother's tight hole, stretching him out and making him moan his name.

“M'aiq… I love you so much."

M'aiq climbed his legs on Ji'kir's, giving him enough space to clap his older brother's ass as he fucked him at a fast pace, while making out with him at the same time, his fat cock pummelling inside his brother's tight hole.

If this was three years ago, then Ji'kir would be pounding M'aiq's slutty hole, getting his virginity taken by none other than his older brother.

But, this time, the tables have turned - and it is M'aiq that is fucking Ji'kir inexorably, only coming out of the sloppy kiss to catch his breath before kissing him again. Eventually, the pleasure of having a big cock crammed up his ass for the first time grew to be too much for Ji'kir, and he shot his load all over the grass beneath them, his deep grunts of pleasure being so loud that it awakened some birds in the trees, having them fly away.

Ji'kir's hole gripped M'aiq's cock with a tightness that can only be described as 'milking' as he messily blew his load all over the floor.

His older brother was gripping so unintentionally tight around his cock that it was like he was made to rob him of his sperm.

“Ji'kir… fuck!"

M'aiq's muscles tensed as he slammed into his brother's tight ass, deflowering his virgin cunt once and for all, his big furry nuts slapping up his ass, emptying his sperm inside his brother's tight snatch. M'aiq's body convulsed with an unforeseen pleasure - the pleasure of being a dominant breeder and taking what's yours by right.

As if the Breton youth sucking his cock wasn't enough, now his brother was getting on all hands and knees and knees to take his cock.

The two cats breathed out heavily, M'aiq's body slumped on his brother's in exhaustion.

After a time, the two gradually drifted off to sleep with the relaxing sound of the night-time forest in their ears.

Ji'kir started awake and found M'aiq to be sleeping on the grass in a strange position, having fallen off from his back. His cock was still semi-hard, twitching slightly in his sleep as he most likely was thinking about cumming inside Aster's throat again.

Ji'kir stood up, stretched, cracked his back and carried M'aiq over to their tent where they got under the sheets together. He hugged his brother close as he warmed him up and slowly drifted off to sleep from the feeling of both their cocks still throbbing hard against each other thighs, but being too tired to do anything about it.

---Aster's perspective

The sound of cocks being slurped on and high-pitched moans echoed throughout the orc tribe's longhouse. You have the pleasure of being shoved into the chief's greying pube bush while he pounds his cock down your tight whorish throat, grunting out in lust at the pleasure that your small throat brings to his cock.

“It's about time we got a slave…" he moaned out, shoving sticky ropes of jizz inside your weaning mouth, prompting you to break off that cock with a moan, thick strings of cum and spit attached from your mouth to his cock. You were pulled in a warm kiss with the same orc that woke you up and bred your mouth, feeling his dark stubble scratch against your smooth face again, making your cock jump for joy. He's turned into somewhat of a crush; the orc has very handsome features, and his body hair is grown in the most sexy way possible - it's a beautiful forest.

“Fuck yeah son, make out with that lad," his chief grunted, jerking his cock off to the sight.

“Th-... mph, That's my dad, Aster," he explained in between heated exchanges of spit and tongue-coiling. You liked how this orc called you by your name rather than just referring to you as a slave, faggot or 'piece of shit'.

“Breed him, Garek." His dad grunted out, horny over the sight of his son making out with the tribe's new catch.

“Garek, so that's your name…", you said as he moaned in your face, holding you close and feeling up your firm back. He was a little more gentler than the other orcs you've been man-handled by already in the tribe, yet he was still rough and masculine with you. It's just that you felt that his actions were more aligned to love rather than male lust.

Garek flipped you over so that his burly arms were wrapped around your front and your back was scratching against his hairy chest, feeling his big sweaty green body press down upon you, his distinct earthly musk starting to fill your senses again.

“I always gotta do what Dad says," he chuckled while nibbling on your ear, pushing you down to your knees so that you could only see the sneering face of the elder looking down upon you, his big strong white-furred legs, followed by his still rock-hard cum and spit covered cock jutting with life between his powerful thighs. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched his son line up his dick against your ass, Garek taking care to run your hands all over your body, making you shiver in anticipation as you relaxed and prepared to take his giant weapon that he calls his orc cock.

“Slam your dick inside that tight human cunt…" one orc said.

A crowd started forming. Men started a jerk-circle, all eager to see the elder's son take the virginity of the new sex slave.

“Breed that boy, you know he wants it," another said in a raspy voice.

“Go on Garek, learn how great a guy's ass feels around your cock."

“Guys, stop it, okay?!" he shouted out, surprising the other men. It seemed that all this dirty talk was ruining the moment he wanted to share with you. His hands still roamed you, as if he was making sure that you were truly ready to take his giant uncut monster.

“He's mine. And only mine."

With a grunt, Garek pushed the tip of his cock inside your ass, and you screamed in pain.

“Sluts gotta take it like that!"

“Ain't no better way to deflower some human's cunt."

Garek held you close and kissed your neck,

“It's okay baby, it's going to hurt a bit, all right?"

You grunted and nodded, the initial burst of pain starting to pass as he slowly fed more inches of his thick shaft inside your tight quivering teenage hole.

Once you felt his pubes tickle your ass, you knew he was fully in. You felt so full. He thrusted back, your hole stretching tightly around his cock and he pummeled it back in, making you jut forward and unintentionally slobber all over the elder's cock.

The elder moaned as he watched his son take your virginity and now, with his cock throbbing inside your weaning mouth, he was ready to bust his nut at any moment.

The horny chatter of the circle-jerking tribe started to fill Garek's mind, and he caved into their commands.

“Breed him, Garek."

“You know you want it, you know you want to fucking demolish his hole."

Garek took firm hold of your hips and started thrusting his cock in and out of you faster, his heavy hairy nuts audibly slapping against your smooth balls, echoing throughout the walls of the longhouse as his hairy ass clapped against yours from the force of his thrusts, breeding you so hard that the elder's cock had since flopped out of your mouth and you were turned into a whining, blubbering slut, just inhaling the elder's grey pube bush. The elder quickly bust his thick load hands-free just from the sound of his son's deep grunts as he crammed himself up your tight teenage hole, hearing that ass clap as well as seeing you being delegated into a drooling, mindless, orc cum-hungry whore. The perfect sex slave for the proud Garosh tribe.

Garek's mouth was opening drooling, his eyes squinting, and the room suddenly become a cacophony of “breed, breed, breed!" and “seed, seed, seed that boy!"

As Garek shot his load into your tight quivering hole, some men in the circle lost their load then and there, others grunted out their seed to the sight of your teen hole pulling back on Garek's shaft as he pulled back and the rest lost their nut when they saw Garek's slick cock pop out of your abused small hole, blowing the last rope of cum over your back while your ass burned with pleasure.

After Garek was done with you, he threw you to the floor like a used ragdoll, only for you to be picked back up again and forced into the hairy pit of some orc warrior.

Whining, you dragged your tongue across his black underarm forest, your nose scrunching up from the rank smell while a huge smile plastered your face.

You could feel another orc's cock pushing between your ass cheeks, taking firm hold of your slender hips as the other orc pushed you voraciously into his soggy pit.

"Don't take him all for yourself, bro! I wanna have a turn with the slut."

You were yanked out of the orc's sweaty pit, strands of black hair covering your face, when you found another group of orcs standing in front of you. The beef never seems to end.

The man in the middle flashed you a wide smile and flexed his bicep as you were watching, even throwing his arm back to seductively show you his hairy pit, winking at you.

"Ya like orcs, don't you son?"

"Y-Yeah," you meekly replied.

He reached over to you and pulled you close, your lips suckling over his pierced nipple, your other hand combing through his lust chest hair as the orc behind you finally entered your cummy ass and started lightly bumping his hips into your bubble butt.

"Gods, he's so tight…" he groaned, pressing his sweaty body down on your warm skin and licking your neck, reaching so far as to lick his tongue on the orc's other pierced nipple. Feeling the Breeder Garek's load leak around his cock was like a blessing to him. Even though you just got bred like a worthless whore, your hole was still tight and succulent to these mens' huge cocks.

"Fuck yeah, lick my hairy nipples kid. Brack, bust a load inside that lad's ass, will 'ya?"

Brack (the orc fucking you) stopped slobbering over his friend's nipple to grunt and take you firmly by the hips, harshly breathing out as he pumped his massive cock inside your tight ass, your tiny hole stretching as wide as it could go to accommodate that huge girthy monster, while you were left with your head grinding in the older man's chest, getting his pierced nips all primed with your eager spit.

"Fuck yeah, you like my hairy chest boy? You like it?" He yanked your head back while he combed his large hand through his fuzzy brown front, forcing you to watch that volume of hair travel between his fingers.

Then you felt an another orc's lips wrap around your cock, egging you on to bust down his warm grizzly throat as you took in the raw sight of an orc showing off his body to you at such close proximity, tensing his biceps some more that you would see the veins coarse through his strong green muscles.

He then roughed you into a warm kiss, the feel of the orc's fuzzy chest gritting against your own as he purposely pulled you as close together to him as possible while the other man was busy pounding your ass, making you lose your load down the older orc's wet throat. Once he sucked your cock clean of sperm and drank it all, he pulled back from under you and lumbered back over to his buddies, where he promptly snowballed your load with them.

"Fuuuuck, I'm going to do it brother! Going to jizz inside his tight ass!" The orc behind you said - he must be younger when the guy you're making out with right now; his build wasn't as stocky and his chest wasn't as fuzzy as the man that you're swapping spit with, but he was still sexy all the same. What orc isn't sexy?

Your eyes lidded over with lust and pleasure, Brock mercilessly jammed his huge cock into your tight hole, like he hasn't had a good fuck in months.

Soon he splurged his load all up your tight ass, pressing his hips as far down as they could go, clapping against your white ass.

He moaned audibly in your ear, pressing his cummy cock into you a few more times before he sleazed back out of your screwed hole, ropes of thick precious orc semen leaving your backside in the process.

The orc bounded over to his older brother, who kindly cleaned his cock of sperm for him, leaving you lying used on the floor again without male touch. But only for a second.

Seeing more men fuck you only served to spur the other orc men on, depriving them into mindless ass-hungry monsters. You were fucked to the floor, hole battered and farting cum. Garek even went so far as to spit on you, saying that it was "a way of showing Malacath that he's a true man", obviously by breeding a tight human ass such as yourself. Not like you'd have it any other way. The fact that you want it just makes these orcs more horny; it doesn't stop them from spitting on you, manhandling you, breeding you or from calling you 'a stupid little faggot whose only existence is to serve superior men like Orcs'. Infact, hearing those words made your dick throb to life, but your body was anything but lively. You felt weak, drained. Exasperated. You wanted more, but you couldn't even prop yourself up to take a better view of what would surely be the whole orc tribe lining up to have a turn at your freshly broken-in, cum-filled ass.

That's why it was good that the men came to you.

One orc started hammering his thick long shaft inside your tiny tight hole immediately, calling you "the sexiest human whore I've seen in my life," while he splurges his weeks worth of his pent up travelling cum inside of your twitching tiny cunt. You can feel his pubes tickle at your ass as he immediately keeps hammering you down to the ground for a second round, feeling droplets of his sweat drip down on your weak shaking body as he thrusts into you madly, like a true beast. From a good, long, drawn out 30 minutes of pure hole-ploughing, he finally splurges his second, more plentiful nut inside your stretched out hole as the edge was finally taken off. You can feel his hairy chest scratching against your smooth back as he jams his fingers down your mouth and calls you his new 'boy toy'. Then the rest of the Orc men that he's partnered with come rushing in with their hard cocks bouncing, aiming them at your face. From all directions, you were soaked in their disgusting bitter urine. Your head was forced into the hairy sweaty pit of an older orc and into a sweaty hairy chest of a more daddy-looking one. You soon became accustomed to the feeling of chest hair, pit hair and pubes in your mouth as you were forced to worship every inch of these hunks, from head to toe, only sleeping once you successfully left all of their cocks semi hard and dripping with copious amounts of nut and spit, as well as their sweaty pits slick with your saliva rather than their natural moisture.

That night at the tribe would last until the early hours of the morning...

---M'aiq's perspective

M'aiq yawned and came lumbering out of his tent, holding his arm up to his head to protect himself from the bright sun.

“Urgh… I must've slept in."

“Yeah, you fucked all me so hard you had no energy left," Ji'kir chuckled, turning around with a mug of tea and plate of bacon in his hand, only to find his brother's hard cock prodding at his defined abs.

Ji'kir set the plates and mugs aside for now and wordlessly sank to his knees, promping M'aiq to groan out and scratch at his unbrushed, messy stomach.

“Brother, you don't have to do this…"

But it was too late, Ji'kir had his lips wrapped around his cock and was intent on draining his morning nut.

--Hours later…

“I believe we have found our quarry," Ji'kir said, pointing at the distinct architecture of an orc longhouse, situated in a somewhat ordinary looking encampment.

M'aiq readied his spells but Ji'kir stopped him.

“Don't forget, aside from being extraordinarily sexy, orcs are rather strong," Ji'kir quipped, prompting M'aiq to sigh.

“Well, how are we to go about it then?"

Ji'kir tied his bow on his back and stood up,

“We talk to them," he replied, beckoning M'aiq to follow.

“What are we going to do, offer them a blowjob? You seem to be rather taken with orcs…" M'aiq said sarcastically.

Ji'kir chuckled.

“Maybe."

--Aster's perspective

Being a sex slave for an orc tribe was not a hard life at all.

After depriving all the men of the tribe of their semen last night, so much so that you were being fucked until the early hours of the morning, you were moved from your dingy old cell, straight into the elder's bed.

You took the longest shower ever last night, cleaning off all the stink, piss and cum that was soaking in your skin but, no matter how much you scrubbed yourself clean in the chief's ornate shower, you could not remove yourself from the smell of orc musk. It was as if you'd been marked, smelling of orc, of man… The scent of their cum lingered on you.

Not only that, but they also provided a new change of clothes and a hearty meal that you promptly gorged yourself upon after exiting from the shower, joining the orcs in their delicious feast.

Even if you were having dinner, you were still handled around and forced into several chests and headlocks, only difference being that this was a more playful circumstance than whatever you could call last night. A 'mass cumdump…?'

Being the hottest new addition to the tribe, you become a frequent topic of conversation and, when dinner was over, it was not unusual for an orc warrior to grab you and place you in his strong lap, feeling his bulging cock throbbing against your ass as he regaled his tales of adventure monster-slaying to his friends, secretly wishing that the conversation could be over so he could ruin your fag ass behind closed doors.

They told you how handsome you looked, how long they've been wanting to breed tight human ass and how much they love that you're a 'cock-hungry slut'.

You drank with them and talked to them and, all the while, the orcs were undressing you in their heads. It's not like they were uninterested in your conversation of course, but it's just that… Orcs are extremely naturally horny. And it was only a matter of time until the cum tanks were recharged.

But all of that changed when Garek came bounding in with a surprised look on his face, telling everyone that two male Khajiits have come in search of a Breton boy named 'Aster'.

A silence creeped over the room as all men turned to face you.

The elder walked over to his son and put his hand on his shoulder,

“Let us talk to them," he said, motioning you over.

“It is good that they did not attack us on sight. Are they part of the resistance or rebellion?"

Garek shrugged his shoulders.

"Neither, father."

--Perspectives intertwine…

“Just let me talk to them," Ji'kir whispered, hoping to calm M'aiq's pissed-off look.

“They have a certain culture."

M'aiq rolled his eyes.

The elder waved to the two Khajiits and respectfully bowed.

“Hail, adventurers. Welcome to our Garosh tribe-"

“Aster!" M'aiq shouted, rushing over to the Breton's side, but was stopped by Garek's hairy arm.

“What--?"

“Not so fast, cat."

“M'aiq, what did I say?!" Ji'kir sighed and respectfully bowed in response.

“I am sorry, elder of the Garosh tribe. M'aiq is very worried you see…"

Garek's ears perked up upon mention of M'aiq's name and he turned to face Aster.

“This is the guy?" he asked,

Aster chuckled and bit his lip.

“Good taste, kid," he nudged his shoulder and Aster laughed again.

M'aiq looked completely befuddled, but still happy to see Aster alive and well.

Infact, for all intents and purposes, it looked as if Aster was enjoying his time here. He didn't look the least bit haggard.

“We can trust these cats," Garek said to his father.

“M'aiq has blown inside the boy's throat before."

M'aiq blushed whereas a sly grin plastered Ji'kir's face, no doubt happy that his assumptions of the orcs taking in the teen as their sex slave were correct.

“How do we get him?" Ji'kir got straight to the point and the two orc men turned to look at each other, calculating their response.

Garek looked a bit sad.

“You can have him if you want… Though we'll be sad to see him go," Garek released Aster from his tight hug but the boy didn't seem to want to move, and neither did Garek want to break the hug.

“What?" The elder was rather surprised by this answer, but he sighed, knowing that Garek's love for the boy can't be helped.

“As long as you Khajiits keep blowing loads into him…" He reasoned.

Ji'kir and M'aiq looked a bit guilty, knowing that they'll be depriving the orcs of their well-valued sex slave.

“There must be something we could do," M'aiq spoke up.

A smile flashed Garek's face.

“There is. I could come with him."

The elder was surprised again,

“Garek?! W-What about the tribe…?"

“I would really like to travel with Aster and his-," he turned to look at M'aiq, winking at him.

“And his handsome friends, father," M'aiq squirmed and blushed, the damn orc was hitting on him and Ji'kir was getting a bit jealous.

The elder waved at him,

“I suppose it is alright, we have plenty more breeders in the tribe anyway," the elder looked at the Khajiits again,

“Be sure to let the boy visit us from time to time, okay? And thanks for not making it bloody."

The elder returned to his cabin, leaving the four men time to catch up.

M'aiq tried not to stare at Garek's bare hairy front in the glimmering sunlight, but he was having trouble doing so.

“Eyes up here, cutie,"Garek smirked and held M'aiq's chin up.

“How did his throat feel?" He asked calmly while Ji'kir and Aster talked amongst themselves.

M'aiq swallowed the nervousness in his throat and said,

“I-It felt great…"

Garek chuckled and deftly brushed away his fur armor, making sure that the Khajiit got a good look at the sizable bulge hidden behind his piss-stained loincloth, causing M'aiq to break out in a cold sweat as he looked upon that uncut monster, semi-hard and veiny, begging for a hole to breed.

“God, oh fuck, look at that thing…"

Before M'aiq could bear his eyes on it for longer however, the orc clipped his fur armour back and acted like nothing ever happened.

“We're going to have so much fun together," he whispered in his ear, making M'aiq shiver and tense up, his big hands groping the Khajiit's ass.

“...His ass felt amazing to break in, too."

*--The End--*