He's too afraid not to

With a squeak of terror, Marcus collapsed to his knees. The Shaman loomed over him, a wall of tattooed skin and muscle. There, between her muscled thighs, her pierced cock drooped down towards him, thick and green. He didn't want to kiss it, just the thought made his stomach twist in shame, but his butt was stinging so very much. She'd hurt him again if he didn't, maybe something even worse than spanking him.

She was glaring down at him, baring teeth in an angry snarl. As he shuffled awkwardly towards her on her knees she spread her legs even wider, giving him room to fit between her tattooed thighs. His nose wrinkled as he smelled her thick musk, a sour scent that grew more intense the closer he got to her drooping cock. It made his cheeks hot and his skin tingle just like the warchief's had, but at least Shaharza had smelled a little better than this.

With her soft cock and fat, drooping balls looming in front of his face, Marcus lent awkwardly forward. His lips hovered barely an inch from the tip of her thick head, his face burning. Was he really going to do this? Get his mouth on the massive cock of another of these horrible monsters? The smell of her filled his nostrils, leaving him breathing a little harder, his blush spreading to his neck and ears.

"Do it, ****!" The Shaman growled above him. With a strangled gasp, the young prince lowered his head a little, and just like that his trembling lips pressed against the pierced tip of that fat green cock. He kissed it for barely a second, brushing his lips over the spongy flesh, but just the feeling of her hot skin on his made him shiver. As he drew away, his own little dick tingled hotly between his legs. No...not again! Why was it doing this? He didn't like this...he didn't like being bullied by these monsters into kissing and sucking their big, fat green dicks! "Again." The shaman grunted. Too afraid to resist, the young prince lent forward and kissed that spongy green head again. He darted back, panting and blushing.

Just like that, the large tattooed Orc rose to her feet above Marcus. The young prince fell back onto his butt with a squeal of shock. As he panted on the floor, the awful monster leered down at him, her lips curled. Between her legs, that drooping cock was twitching and stiffening, thick coiled veins popping out along the length. Marcus stared at it, breathing hard. His mouth was hanging open and he could still feel the spongy skin of her head on his lips. The smell of her...it was getting hard to think with that thick musk filling his every breath.

With a sour grunt, the shaman just stepped over him and strode away towards the entranceway. Marcus watched her go, her back and large, round butt covered in even more swirling tattoos that moved and shifted as her muscles tensed. As she stepped out the tent, the young prince felt a flicker of disappointment that made him shudder in horror. What was wrong with him? Why did it feel like he'd almost wanted her to do more?

"Where's she off to in such a hurry?" The smaller Orc with the braid asked, still sitting there on the table. Marcus gasped, his head snapping round to the three monsters still looming over him. He'd forgotten they were there!

"To stick her cock in one of her own slaves, obviously." The one with the scar and missing eye grunted sourly. "Didn't you see her drooling over the boy while he was kissing her? I'm surprised she didn't just shove it in his mouth right there and then. And she wouldn't let any of us touch him, would she? Because he's the warchief's and we need permission first. Fucking hell, the bitch just takes advantage of her position every chance she can get."

"Watch it." The scary Orc with red eyes growled, tearing off a chunk of meat from the cow between them with her massive hand. "That's our shaman."

"Yeah, yeah." The scarred one shrugged her massive shoulders. "As if you weren't jealous too. Your cock's just as hard as mine." The scary one snarled around a mouthful of beef. Kneeling there on the floor, Marcus couldn't stop his gaze from flickering down under the table. Just like she'd said, the scarred Orc's cock was stiff, twitching there in the air between her muscled legs as it pointed up towards her belly. The scary one was the same, her thick dick twitching and pulsing under the table. Neither quite as large as Shaharza's but still so much bigger than his own little pink one. Marcus stared at the pair of thick, green dicks for a moment, his mouth going dry.

"So, ****, why the fuck are you here anyway?" The smaller Orc snapped. "Apart from getting us all riled up." The young prince stiffened, tearing his gaze away from the cocks he certainly didn't want to kiss. His panicked gaze found the monster's face, her golden eyes narrowed as she glared down at him. "Well?" She snarled. "Tell us already!"

"Shaharza...the warchief sent me." Marcus squeaked, his voice hoarse and trembling. "She wanted me to fetch her some food."

"Did she now?" The scarred one chuckled. "She's gonna be really pissed it's taken you so damned long. The cook's through there." She raised a massive hand and pointed at a cloth wall that divided the large tent in two. Marcus struggled up to his feet, panic flooding through him at the mention of the warchief's anger. It wasn't his fault! If the shaman hadn't spanked him and made him kiss her cock then he could have got to it faster! "Run along now." The Orc smirked at him. "And if you ever need another Orc cock to slobber on, well, come find me someday, pretty boy. We don't have to tell the warchief. It can be our little secret."

With a sharp squeal, the young prince darted for the cloth wall, pursued by the monster's mocking chuckle and the hungry stares of the other two. If the shaman hadn't stopped them, he was sure all three would have **** him right there and then. Bending him over the table, smearing their big, fat cocks all over his helpless, trembling body. He'd have to suck them all, one after the other, while they sneered and laughed at him. Maybe they'd make him kiss and lick their musky balls too, resting those drooping green sacks over his helpless face. As he ducked through into the other part of the tent, his little pink dick was throbbing hot between his legs, no matter how much he tried to ignore it.