A few weeks later, sucking more orc cock

The thick slab of stiff, green flesh that was the orc warrior's cock smacked playfully against Marcus' cheek, smearing him with glistening pre-cum. His mouth hanging invitingly open, the young slaveboy eagerly chased her dick like he was just **** to wrap his lips around the tip and suck the cum from her heavy, swinging balls. Almost all of the orcs seemed to enjoy when he showed off his eagerness like this, they loved having him beg to worship and please them like their cocks were the center of his world. It wasn't like he really had to pretend at that much either.

After all this time sucking so many of their huge, green cocks, Marcus felt like he was addicted. He couldn't even say what was his favorite part of sucking an orc off. Licking hungrily along a veiny, thick shaft, feeling it pulse and throb against his tongue, or one being slammed down his hungry throat while she held his head in place with her large, strong hands and used him like a toy, or that blissful moment when they pulsed and throbbed against his lips, dumping all that hot, delicious cum down into his belly or across his naked body. He just loved all of it!

"Mmm, that's it, you eager little slut." The warrior looming over him purred with pleasure as he darted in to wrap his lips around the swollen, spongy head of her cock, a shiver of delight running down his spine as he tasted the familiar, musky flavor of orc dick. He was kneeling between her spread thighs, as she sat on a stool and drank from a huge mug of frothy ale, taking the chance to enjoy his service while she relaxed. "You look so fucking cute down there too." She continued. "Kneeling at my feet with my cock in your mouth is where boys like you belong."

The young slaveboy glanced up, letting his gaze trace over the warrior's rippling abs, large breasts and up to her smirking face. Her one good eye gleamed with excitement as she leered back at him, the other covered with a black leather patch. She was a familiar figure by now, the same one-eyed orc warrior who'd smiled at him in the kitchens when Shaharza had first shown him around the camp. Her name was Keera, and since the warchief had started offering him up to her orcs as a prize for good service to the tribe, she was one of those who'd earned the right to enjoy his services the most often.

Unlike some of the others who were rather rougher, she liked him to do most of the work, pleasuring and worshiping her as she sat back and enjoyed his service, and Marcus was very happy to oblige. Staring meekly up at her, the young slaveboy started to suck and lick on her throbbing length, letting his tongue trace delicately around the swollen head of her cock. She moaned, a low, deep sound humming with pleasure, making his skin tingle with excitement and his tiny little dick twitch and throb. Spurred on, the young slaveboy started taking more of her shaft, pushing his face down towards her waiting crotch. Even if she wasn't quite as big as Shaharza, her cock was still a formidable size and girth, stretching his lips tight around her pulsing length as he pushed his way deeper. After taking his Master's cock morning noon and night for what must have been a few weeks now at least, Marcus knew just how to handle that.

He worked his mouth up and down her cock, snatching a gasp of air when he was near the tip and could manage it, then letting his lips slide a little deeper each time. As he sucked and lick, her thick shaft filled his mouth entirely, pressing down his weak little tongue and smothering it. The taste and smell of her effortlessly dominated his senses until he could focus on nothing more than her pleasure and the promised reward of another thick orc load dumped down his greedy throat. Marcus took one last deep breath, swallowing and trying to relax his throat. Then he jerked himself forward, shoving his mouth down her cock in one fluid motion. Her thick battering ram of a cock slammed into the tight channel of his throat, bulging in his neck as he buried his face in her crotch.

"Ah, fuck so tight." Keera groaned, her rippling muscles quivering with pleasure. Holding himself there, Marcus felt his throat clench around her pulsing shaft, squeezing along her length like a tight velvet glove. His eyes fluttered, tears welling up on his lashes, but he held himself there all the same despite the strain. Pleasing her was so much more important than his own comfort after all. Besides, with his nose pressed against her wiry tuft of pubic hair and her cock hollowing him out, the young slaveboy felt on the edge of bliss, his belly fluttering with arousal and his tiny dick aching hard. It felt like he was on the verge of cumming just from sucking her off, like with just a little more effort he'd manage to spill his pathetic little spurts without touching himself at all!

Her hoarse growl of pleasure rumbling in his ears told him she was close. Determined not to pull back until he'd brought her to orgasm, Marcus quickly reached up with his hands. His fingers found her heavy, dangling sack, and he cupped each of her huge balls in his palms. Still **** on her massive shaft, he rolled those massive orbs in his hands, massaging and caressing her sweaty sack to coax the thick load of sticky cum he could almost feel churning inside them.

"Ancestors...the way you touch me, I can't get enough of it!" The orc warrior snarled, her abs tensing. Marcus grinned around her cock, feeling her heavy balls twitch and tighten on his soft palms. Her cock swelled, straining his lips and throat even more, but the young slaveboy **** himself to stay exactly where he belonged, buried in her crotch with her thick shaft halfway to his belly. Moments later, he got his reward as what felt like gallons of thick, hot seed flooded into his belly, dumped inside him until his slender stomach began to swell. The young prince squealed with delight at the blissful feeling, the shrill sound muffled by the cock still filling his mouth.

Of course, Keera, like many of the other orcs, liked to finish with one final touch. A way of marking out how much she'd enjoyed his services for her fellows to see. Just as that flood of cum began to slow, the orc warrior jerked herself back, sliding her cock out from between his straining lips even as it still sprayed her seed. Marcus got a mouthful of the thick, sticky liquid as she pulled back, then her pulsing head slipped from his mouth with a wet pop. Knowing what was expected of him and thrilling in it, the young slaveboy lowered himself back onto his bare ass, keeping his mouth hanging open and his eager gaze fixed on her face, silently begging for more of her seed.

Sure enough, the muscled orc grabbed her shaft and stroked it in her huge hand, her thick fingers squeezing out one last thick jet of pearly cum. Shot from the spongy tip of her massive cock, her white seed spattered across Marcus' cheeks, a few drops. Still staring up at her, the young slaveboy pursed his lips shut and swallowed, gulping down a mouthful of her cum with rapt delight. His lashes fluttered, a little moan of pleasure escaping his lips as he felt that sticky swallow settle in his belly along with all the rest of her seed. For a moment, she just sat over him, staring down with her one good eye simmering with delight. Then, she took a swig of ale and let out a long, satisfied sigh, slumping back down into her chair.

"Fuck that was good." She grinned, flashing her toothy fangs. "I swear you get better at every time."

"Um...thank you." Marcus smiled back, his voice a little hoarse. His cheeks flushed at the compliment...he always liked when the orcs told him he'd done well, especially when it was a nice one like Keera.

"Warchief's one lucky bitch to have you wrapped around her cock whenever she wants." Keera continued. "Smart too, how she makes us compete for the privilege. Now word's gotten around about how good you are, reckon most of the camp would take on fifty humans single-handed if it got them an hour with you, but we only get the chance when we do what she wants. She's got a tribe of orcs behind her already, she's taken us to this new land, now she's just tightening her grip." The warrior orc's lips curled thoughtfully, as Marcus knelt quietly between her spread legs, not sure what he was supposed to say to that. "Not something you should think about, of course." Her grin returned. "You just worry your little head about taking cock, it's what your good at after all." Reaching down, she planted her huge hand on his head, patting and rubbing his silver hair. The young slaveboy's blush deepened, but he couldn't exactly deny that. He didn't think much of his life before all this anymore, but it was hard to deny that he was much better at pleasing orcs than he'd ever been as a prince.

"Alright." The young slaveboy nodded, setting that worry aside. She was right anyway. When he focused on pleasing his master and the orcs, everything was simpler. He got praised, treated fairly well...and when they fucked him he came so much he couldn't even think. Even his mother was so much nicer to him now, the two of them eagerly sharing the task of satisfying their masters' endless lusts. That was all he needed to focus on, not a past that seemed more distant with each passing day.

Of course, things weren't quite that simple. A little later, when Keera was walking him back to the warchief's tent, still naked and drenched in her cum, he heard a commotion ahead, his eyes widening with nervousness at the sound of angry orc voices shouting. Keera paused, flashing fangs. She turned her one head, her one good eye narrowing as she glared towards the edge of the bustling orc camp.

"Not again." She grunted. Marcus followed her gaze, only to freeze and gasp as he saw where she was looking. Two massive orcs stood just beside the high palisade wall that now ringed the camp, each of them holding a long, leather whip with a wicked tail. Cowering in front of them were a small group of human men, all of them naked with heavy steel collars wrapped around their necks. Those were joined together by chains, keeping the men tightly packed against each other. They seemed to have been digging a moat in front of the palisade, with the pile of earth packed up beside them. All of them looked exhausted, their bodies marked by lurid red lines left by the whip. Even as he watched, one of the orc overseers snarled at them to keep working and lashed out, the whip's tail. Groaning with exhaustion, the men started digging again, using only their bare hands, scrabbling in the dirt. They were dirty, tired and thin, with looks of haunted despair on their faces.

The young slaveboy felt his stomach twist painfully at the awful sight. Worse, with a horrendous, sinking feeling in his chest he realized he'd never even thought about what had happened to the men the orcs had captured! His father might have gotten away sure, but all these other men were still his family's subjects, people who lived and worked in the castle he'd grown up and he'd...just forgotten them. He could easily have been one of them if he hadn't caught Shaharza's eye! How could he have been so blind and stupid! Just because his Master was treating him nicely, that didn't make this okay! His throat tightened, hot, guilty tears already starting to well up in his lashes. This wasn't okay! How could he have just sit back and let this happen!

"It's a waste, I say." Keera shrugged her massive shoulders, a sour look on her face. "Working them so hard like that. Know we can't breed them, but that doesn't mean we gotta treat them like shit and work them half to ****." She growled under her breath. "Never enough breeders to go around and it's always causing trouble. We could just make them proper slaves instead like the females, make sure everyone had a place to stick their cock and it'd be so much easier. Ancestors, look at how much everyone likes you!"

"Why...don't you?" Marcus asked, his voice trembling. The orc frowned, her good eye flickering back to him.

"It's against our traditions, supposedly." She explained at last. "You're a special case. Pretty boys like you, that's allowed and no-one's going to kick up a fuss. Men though...we're not exactly supposed to fuck them." Her eye narrowed, her brow furrowing, and when she continued there was a thoughtfulness in her voice."Why can't that change though? Look, Shaman's already told us we can move out of our old territories and settle here instead. That was supposed to be forbidden all of a sudden it's not and everyone likes the idea. If the ancestors changed their mind about that, why can't they do the same here instead? It'd make things better for us and them." Marcus bit his lip. She was right, of course. Those poor men, treated so badly. Sure, it was hard work being fucked by the orcs sometimes, but...it felt really good too. And surely it was better than what they were going through now!

"I...think so as well." Marcus nodded quickly. She stared at him for a few long moments, an unreadable expression on her scarred face.

"Fuck it, maybe that'll change too, who knows?" The orc warrior sighed. Reaching down, she took a hold of his shoulder, her large fingers sinking slightly into his soft skin. "Come, let's get you back to your master now." She grunted. With that grip on his shoulder, Marcus was turned away, marched off back towards the center of the camp and the warchief's tent. He flinched as he heard the awful sound of the whip cracking once again. Shaharza...that was who could change this! The warchief would know exactly what to do. Like Keera said, the other orcs listened to her, and she'd already once gotten them to settle here when that had been against their laws. If he could just...persuade her to ease up on those poor men, he could fix this after all! No matter that he was just an orc's slaveboy now, he couldn't stand back and let this go on. It was time he try to be brave!