Marcus is tied up for the Orc's pleasure

The young slaveboy knelt at the center of the Shaman's tent, his skin tingling as he waited impatiently for the tattooed orc to make use of him. He knew she wanted him...the way she'd been leering at his naked body so hungrily just minutes ago made that obvious, and so did the thick erection pulsing between her muscled thighs. And yet...instead of just grabbing him and shoving her cock up his butt already, she was bent over that strange alter, muttering words under her breath and waving her arms. What was taking her so long? Marcus pouted impatiently, the needy aching in his belly getting harder and harder to bear.

He gave the courtier's wife in the corner a questioning glance, wondering if she understood what was taking so long. The beautiful young woman was kneeling in the corner, her face pale and little trembling shivers passing down her spine. She was staring at the shaman with wide, anxious eyes, looking rather frightened and yet like she couldn't tear her gaze from the Orc's muscled body anyway. Marcus figured he understood, at least a little. His first day or so with Shaharza he'd felt the same, wanting her thick cock, but too scared of her to admit it to himself. He hoped the young woman would give in soon and understand how good it felt being a **** just like he had. That would be better for everyone!

"Breeder!" The Shaman spoke suddenly, her rumbling voice filling the tent. "Fetch the ropes." The young woman stiffened up, a scared squeaking noise escaping her lips. "Not for you, stupid pinkskin." The Orc snarled, turning to give her **** a fierce glare. "For the pleasure boy. Thanks to the warchief's generosity..." She scoffed, baring fangs. "I have little enough time to enjoy him, and I mean to make the most of it." The woman scrambled to her feet, looking rather relieved as she darted to a pile of bags in the corner and bent over to reach inside. Marcus shivered, feeling prickles of cold nervousness overwhelm his tingling lust for the first time. Ropes...what did the Shaman want to do with those?

As if in answer to his question, the tattooed Orc strode over to him with a few heavy strides. Her toned body, though shorter than Shaharza's still would have towered over him were he standing. Kneeling like this at her feet, he didn't even reach her waist. Her thick erection was right in front of his face, the shaft curving up to reveal her heavy balls dangling enticingly below. Marcus felt his eyes trace over the swirling tattoos along the green, pulsing skin, his gaze drawn to the glinting silver piercing right near the tip of her cock. If he was honest, he preferred Shaharza's. The warchief's cock was thicker and longer, a massive, towering thing that just demanded he worship and service it with his body to earn her thick, delicious cum. Still...there was something very enticing about the way the tattoos coiled along the shaft of the Shaman's erection, like they were providing a path for a willing tongue to follow.

Before he could think, he found himself leaning forward, the musky smell of her filling his nostrils and leaving him aching with need. His lips parted slightly and he gently kissed the tip of her cock the way he knew she liked, his soft skin brushing over the throbbing stiffness. The Orc made a low growl of pleasure above him, her muscled thighs tensing slightly. Spurred on by her obvious approval, the young slaveboy opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around the head of her cock. His tongue flickered across her skin, a shiver running down his spine at the salty, delicious taste. Slowly, guided by instinct as much as his experiences since he'd been captured, he started sliding his stretched lips a little lower down her cock, taking her swollen head inside his mouth and sucking on it lushly. His tongue flickered around the silver piercing, savouring the odd sensation of the metal nub placed against the hot, throbbing flesh of her erection.

"Good, I see the warchief was right to proclaim you such a prize." The Shaman rumbled. Her large hand landed on his head, taking him by a handful of hair and holding him in place. Marcus moaned in delight as her fingers tightened, forcing his face further down her shaft. "You see this, breeder?" The tattooed Orc snarled above him. "This pleasure boy understands his place in the world. He does not merely please my cock, he worships it like it is the only God he knows, as every pinkskin should. And his mouth is so...tight and soft, fuck!" Growling that last word, she pulled him back with her hand, yanking him off her cock. Marcus whimpered in confusion, his wide eyes still fixed on her twitching shaft. Coiling veins popped out amidst her tattoos, throbbing with need. He didn't understand...she looked like she really needed to cum, so why had she stopped him? "Not just yet. I want to do this right." The Shaman murmured hoarsely, her body trembling with obvious lust. "Do you have the ropes, breeder?"

"Yes, master." The young woman stepped forward, holding up several long coils of rope wrapped around her arms.

"I am not Shaharza, who I am sure fucks your sweet throat and tight, willing ass like the brute she is." The Shaman reached out and grabbed one length of rope. Holding it up, she turned back to Marcus, her golden eyes simmering as they drifted over his naked body. "I am going to make you submit to me in every way, pleasure boy. When I hand you to the warchief tomorrow, I mean to make sure I've had you in every single way I want. And when you're lying back in her bed while she hammers at you like some wild beast, you're going to be dreaming of being mine instead, I promise you that." The young slaveboy shivered on his knees, his tiny dick aching between his thighs. He...wasn't sure he wanted any of that, Shaharza was still his Master, but the Shaman's growled promise still sent a hot thrill through his body. Well, it wasn't like he had any choice. He was going to have to do what she wanted anyway. "On your belly, pleasure boy." The tattooed Orc ordered, her golden eyes alight with lust. Marcus hurriedly obeyed, leaning forward to lie across the canvas floor of the tent, his aching dick pressed against the ground. The Shaman stepped over and crouched beside him, the rope dangling from one hand as she leaned over him to begin.

Some minutes later, the young slaveboy's naked body was dangling in the air. His weight was supported by a hook in the ceiling of the tent that several of the ropes wrapped around his body were coiled around to keep him there. He was on his back, his his head hanging upside down below his shoulders when he relaxed his neck. His legs had been bent double and tied at the knee, then his hands tied to his ankles so that his back was slightly arched. Other ropes wrapped around his chest and belly, enough to comfortably support his weight without any strain. It was clear the Shaman knew exactly what she was doing, and she'd left him utterly helpless in these bonds, hardly able to even twitch. All he could do was lift his head up slightly, and even then it wasn't long before his neck got tired and he had to slump back down. Having finished handing over the ropes that now bound him, the Shaman's **** was kneeling in the corner where she'd been told, a faintly relieved look on her pretty face. She seemed happy that he was the one receiving her Master's attention at least tonight. Marcus whimpered softly, his belly fluttering with a dizzying mixture of fear and anticipation as he wondered just what the tattooed Orc meant to do with him now.

"Now...time to get started with you" The Shaman growled. She was standing in front of his face, her thick cock throbbing above his head. Marcus almost went cross-eyed, his wide gaze fixed on that veiny, tattooed shaft twitching right in front of his face. She crouched down, lowering it towards his lips. The young slaveboy let his mouth drop open, his tiny dick twitching eagerly at the thought of sucking Orc cock again. Only instead of shoving herself into his waiting throat, the Shaman grabbed her cock by the base and swung her hips, slapping him across the cheek with her stiff erection. Marcus gasped in shock, the slimy head smearing pre-cum across his cheek as she rubbed herself over his face. "Beg for it, pleasure boy." The tattooed Orc snarled, swinging her cock again to smack him on the other cheek. "Beg for me to fuck your throat."

"Please...put it in me." Marcus gasped, his voice trembling. He tried to chase the swinging cock with his open mouth, but she pulled it back, before smacking him across the face with it again. "Please!" He whimpered, genuinely **** now. The thick, musky smell of her tingled in his nostrils, filling him up with desire. "Please fuck my throat!" He stammered out, managing to blush a little at the lewd language even as he meant every single word.

Growling with satisfaction, the Orc drew back her hips, lining up her pulsing cock with his open mouth. Marcus went limp in the bonds, his head dangling helplessly and his lips open as wide as he could manage. With a low groan, the Shaman drove her hips forward, shoving her pulsing erection into his waiting mouth. The way his head hung she had a straight shot down his throat and she took full advantage, her muscled thighs tensing as she shoved inch after inch of hot, throbbing meat through his lips and over his tongue. In moments, the young slaveboy felt the swollen head of her erection punching it's way into his clenching throat. He gagged and spluttered, drool leaking from the corners of his stretched lips as he struggled to swallow the thick thing.

Showing no concern for him, the Shaman shuffled forward, planting her knees on either side of his head so that she could work herself even deeper. Thrusting hard, she **** her cock inside him to the hilt, driving her hips down until she was resting against his face. Her heavy, wrinkled balls dangled down over his nose and eyes, smothering him with that swinging sack. Rather than thrusting she just held herself there, leaving him ****, his throat clenching around her pulsing shaft as her swollen head hovered somewhere just above his stomach. He could feel her cock forcing him wide open, the heat of it filling him to the core.

Marcus tried to breathe, **** on her thick erection as he found he couldn't. He couldn't tell if he was in bliss or terror right now, his body struggling to thrash in the bonds but finding no give in them at all. Then...mercifully, the Orc drew back slightly, giving him just enough room to gasp a breath of air and gag desperately, before she slammed her hips forward again. Now she really started pounding his throat, hammering into him like his mouth was just a hole for her to shove herself inside. Her thrusts were short and savage, barely withdrawing an inch or so before she drove herself back deep and let his clenching throat milk her shaft. Her huge balls bouncing and jiggling on his nose were all the young slaveboy could see as her cock punched its way into his belly, that dangling green sack covering his face. The musky smell of them filled his every frantic breath, leaving him dizzy with the intoxicating scent. She smothered him with her balls and her cock, his entire world reduced to those as everything else faded away.

Slowly, he felt himself relax into the hot, tingling desire filling him. Learning her rhythm, he found he could steal little gasps of air between her savage thrusts, and with his throat **** open there wasn't any resistance inside it to her cock. Without all the gagging or the frantic struggle for air it was a lot easier to focus on the aching fullness of her shaft forcing its way into his belly, and the needy tingling in his own tiny dick it stirred inside him. Just like with Shaharza, it didn't even seem to matter how rough she was being. All his needy body could focus on was getting the hard Orc cock it had come to crave. Whimpering into her shaft, he started moving his tongue around the massive thing stuffing him so full. He wanted to please her now...and not just so that she finished with him sooner.

"By the ancestors, fuck, that's good!" Her voice rumbled above him, barely audible above the wet, spluttering noises of his throat being stuffed. "You're going to make me cum already, pleasure boy!" With a feral growl, her hand snaked around behind his head to hold it in place. Then she drove herself forward to the hilt one last time, seating herself firmly in his throat. He gagged helplessly, **** on her cock. Her balls squished into his face, and he could feel the heavy orbs twitching and tensing on his nose. He felt her veiny shaft pulse against his lips, and then, suddenly, what seemed like gallons of hot Orc seed spurted into his belly, dumped down his throat from the tip of her cock, buried as deep as it could go. He felt his belly tighten and swell as she filled him with her cum.

Groaning hoarsely, she drew back at last, a final jet of seed spraying across his tongue as she pulled her cock free of his straining lips. Sticky strands of cum and drool joined his gaping mouth to the twitching head of her still-hard cock as she held it in front of his lips for a moment. Hanging upside down in front of her, his limp, glassy gaze drifted over that tattooed shaft and down to the heavy, dangling balls she'd covered his face with. After feeling the weight of them smothering him, he had no doubt those hefty orbs were still churning with more, a thought that made his tiny dick tingle and twitch. His belly felt full, his stomach churning with the thick load she'd filled him with, but he knew well from Shaharza that there was definitely room for a lot more!

The Shaman stepped back, her golden eyes slowly moving over his bound body with obvious desire. Her cock twitched, a few drops of pearly liquid dribbling from the tip to spatter across the floor of her tent. Still gasping for breath after the savage plundering she'd given his throat, Marcus stared at her limply, his cheeks flushed.

"Time to try something else." The tattooed Orc nodded, her gaze darting to the ropes that bound him. "As I said, pleasure boy...I'm going to have you every way I want."