The price of rebellion...

And then Sarg felt a sharp point press against his shoulder blades.

"Get up." The young humans voice struggling to sound gruff and dangerous, he wanted to frighten the Orc. It almost made Sarg chuckle, as the young human failed utterly to scare him.

Sarg could feel the seething contempt that oozed from Nigel's voice, as the old Orc rose from his chair.

"No sudden movements. We're going outside." Nigel growled sounding nervous and mortified as he ordered the older male around.

A gentle mental tendril backwards was more than enough to read the surface emotions that Nigel broad cast, all shame and anger backed by all those initial distrusting instincts. Again, that lingering sensation that he'd been sloppy nagged at the Orc as he and Nigel left through the side entrance. Maybe the bear expected Imelda to be more... cozy with her sibling... but it was becoming very clear that while it was flattering to have her attentions focused on himself. Not nearly as much had been done to keep Nigel thinking with his cock instead of his pesky emotions.

“...This is ridiculous Nigel. You're not a killer.” Sarg's tone was admonishing, smooth and sweet, lilting with an amused tone, as he simply turned around, the human brandishing his knife as if it were a sword.

“Sh...Shut up. I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you. Just leave. Just go.”

The big Orc couldn't help but smirk as Nigel trembled, eyes wide and breathing heavy in fear.

“And my things? You would cast me out into the cold? Into the oncoming snowstorms... You know, Nigel... You may not watch me die, but my blood will be on your hands.”

Nigel's body jerked as Sarg took a step forward, his paws up, staring with those eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. And then he yelped as Sarg's huge paws became a blur, gripping his wrist and squeezing into the joint behind his thumb. The pressure point shocking him into loosening his grip and then feeling paralyzed by pain as the bear used his grip to twist that arm, jerking the human closer to his greasy tusked grin.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot paw Nigel... This is all just... a simple misunderstanding... Isn't it?” The big old Orc's head turned at a cruel tilt as he used his other massive paw to reach into his coat.

“After all... Didn't I let you watch me fuck that precious sister of yours..? Didn't I share her sweet cuntie with you..?”

Nigel's eyes burned with defiance. Every single word riling him up, goading him, filling his heart with a hate and anger he hadn't thought himself capable of.

“You tricked her somehow! AND THEN YOU TRICKED ME! YOU'RE A MONSTER!” His arm struggled to wrench itself back away from the Orc's powerful grip, but that iron vice held him leveraged against his own joints. Making him grimace as he opened his mouth to bellow out for his father, only to have the Orc shove something into his mouth. His eyes shooting wide open as the taste of plums began to ooze over his tongue, tidal waves of flavor cascading down his throat with a heat that sent his heart racing. His struggling only seeming to intensify the blissful heat that began to flood down his fingertips, rippling out through his torso, staring myopically at the individual motes of cold breath that frosted from his every breath like so many stars. Rising up to the clouds, his head leaning back to stare, mouth agape, feeling snowflakes dapple his face, his struggling becoming weaker and weaker until the aphrodisiac made its way down into his balls...

“Wha.... Ohhhhh... It's...” Nigel tried to find the words, stumbling around woozy and intoxicated in his own mind like a toddler learning how to walk as Sarg ran his paws up under the human's shirt. Igniting flame trails that sizzled deliciously up through his skin, making him shiver and his cock stiffen instantly. While the weight in his balls seemed to magnify, as if they were filling far beyond their capacity.

“You ungrateful little shit...” The old Orc whispered into the young red head's ear, the attack stabbing straight into his unprotected mental defenses where it struck home. Nigel feeling something crack as he whimpered, wondering what he did wrong... innocent and confused... His muzzle twisting into mournful, slack jawed grimace, tears suddenly spilling into the corners of his eyes, pupils dilated to myopic dish-plates.

“You don't hate me...” The big old Orc observed with a wide smirk, feeling the humans mind quivering in his hold. “You envy my power, my ability to have your sister. Taking whatever I want."

Nigel felt himself caught in an undertow he couldn't explain, as Sarg's voice drifted into his ear. A dark sinuous serpent that coiled around his brain, trapping his thoughts in its constrictive grip.

“You've only just now turned eighteen summers old... Brimming with life... with energy... Thinking yourself capable of taking on the entire world, when you've barely ever ventured past these walls into the city with your father... Oh yes... You think yourself a male. A hero... Brave.. Strong.. Powerful..." The kiss of the winter air shocked Nigel's stiff cock, the sudden cold caressing the shaft of his manhood..

"Rrrrararaa!" Nigel snarled, and struggled doing his best to escape the Orc's amazingly powerful grip; clawing and fighting as he spat curse's. "I'll nut you, and eat your male hood." The young human threatened impotently, this time sounding much less sure; but even more angry... Hard, stiff and leaking.. pre-cum spilling down into the snow where it melted the snow at his quivering feet paws. _'The Orc was right of course...' _The thought like a haunting presence as the Orc took hold of the red head's hand and brought it to his own balls, feeling the heft of his sack in his palm, yearning with a primal need.

“But you know nothing of the world that awaits you.” The hefty old Orc murmured as he guided Nigel's bent wrist towards his own pants and pressed those twitching fingers down into his underclothes. Down to the depths of his girthy veined cock, stiff with insidious arousal... further down to the balls that dwarfed the humans own. Massive balls spilling out around his palm, recognition dawning on the red head's face as he felt a sense of inferiority sweep through him like an avalanche. Feeling awe at that which he had only glimpsed before, but now faced with the enormity of the gulf between them. Awestruck at the heat that radiated from the Orc's potent virility, shamed by the sheer size and power of those organs.

“You are nothing more than a pussy boi... and I... am so much more than a male Nigel. I gave you a gift... that sweet little pussy. We both know you licked it clean... fucked it... licked it clean again. You liked the taste of my cum... and your own cum as well. But were you grateful, No you turned on me named me a monster. Well... you were right. I am... a monster... and now you're going to find out what happens, when you go hunting for monsters...” The Orc's paw grabbed Nigel by the nape and curled its vice tight, carnal instincts recognizing the evolutionary hold built into his species, his mouth opening as he whimpered childishly.

“You didn't find me... I found you... And like any predator who hunts... I feast on the weak.” The words barely registered in the human's ear as Sarg opened his mouth, his jaundiced tusks gleaming. And then lunging as he pressed them to Nigel's neck, sending shock-waves of hypersensitive aphrodisiac-enhanced tremors down into the pit of his balls as a moan escaped his lips. His cock harder than it had ever been in his life as he unconsciously squeezed Sarg's balls, his mind looking for anywhere it could anchor itself to as it swirled in the maelstrom, and only found the cruel old Orc.

Sarg's hand slunk down between Nigel's legs and knocked the human's hand away only to grab those ting pink balls in his palm, his thumb resting at the heart of his sack.

“These don't belong to you anymore Nigel. They belong to me, and me alone.” The thumb claw pierced the human's sack and Nigel could only buck his cock forward, as if to pierce its final chance at spreading its lineage. And then could feel his cords try to contract only to be held captive, the snow, his cock, his mind, his everything on the knife edge precipice of Sarg's malevolently rich chuckle only to feel his balls get ripped away. The snapping cords yanking his heart into his stomach and buckling his knees as his power, his bravery, his burning vitality disappeared... Nothing but its faintly warm disembodied throbbing slapped against his face, as he stared dumbfound at his naked balls swaying in front of the old Orc's blunt face. Before that mouth snapped them away from sight, plucking that fruit like cherries from their stem.. helpless to do anything but watch those bulges drip down the Orc's throat one by one.

“Ohoooo gods...” Nigel whimpered weakly, unable to process the full enormity of what had just happened. Until he felt Sarg's fat nuts throb in his palm, knowing the Orc had indeed taken that which made the red haired human a male, for himself.

“Now turn around, eunuch. Spread that ass. Your new life as my cock-sleeve begins now...” Nigel found himself pushed up against the rough, weathered wood of the Inn's outer wall. The big Orc's paw rubbing something thick and greasy into the wound where Nigel's testicles had... not so long ago dangled. The ointment burning as it healed, not that the young human was really focused on that. Those sharp teeth on the back of his neck, that big powerful body pressing against his back. grasping his hip, as something hot, wet and pulsing pushing between his ass-cheeks. Sarg clapped one huge paw over the young humans mouth, knowing that Nigel was going to scream out in pain. The big Orc didn't take his time... didn't prepare that hole the way he had Remy's. Because this wasn't about training a pussy... it was about showing the neutered bitch his new place in the world. That thick blunt cock, had one a thin smear of grease on it from the paw Sarg had used to spread the ointment on Nigel's wound.

“OHO!” Nigel moaned into the palm of that massive paw, looking back over his shoulder at the grinning Orc behind him. As he felt that blunt cock head forcing its way inside of him, his mind trembling as it struggled with what had just happened. And what was about to happen, confusion and humiliation making his mental defenses crumble. The old Orc gloated, then with one hard thrust ramming his big pulsing cock balls deep into the human's taboo hole. Nigel's fingers clawed dug at the wooden wall boards, as he gripped them powerfully; his head snapping back. As a grunt of intense pain and utter humiliation escaped into the old Orc's palm. Then the big Orc started to powerfully but sensuously fuck the helpless neutered human, as Nigel whined and sobbed softly into that huge paw. "Naaaa." The young human screamed, even as his stiff cock dribbled his slick pre-cum into the snow. 'Ge... get it out of me!' The helpless red head pleaded mentally, his body as tense as a board. Sarg grinned pulling back, but only slam it in again; while his other huge paw toyed with the neutered humans stiff little cock. Slowly jerking the nut-less human off, while he rammed into him over and over again. 'N..nnnn..oooo... get your paws off me.' Nigel thought while whimpering and screaming into that paw, turning then twisting on his ravisher's hard invader. Even as the horny Orc's leathery fingers stroked his hard little dick. “UHUMMMM!” The helpless red head moaned out softly, as that big fucker stabbed into his bowels. 'Cock-sleeve Cock-sleeve Cock-sleeve.' The big Orc's nasty taunting words repeated over and over again within his head, the young human thinking that it was his own thoughts. 'Yer nothin' but a hot hole to please a real male. A male who has balls... and a big hard cock to fuck yer little boi-pussy.'

Pumping his thick organ more furiously, it also made the Orc's huge cock rub against the young Humans pleasure knot. Which filled the ravished red head with strange delight, soon Nigel found himself thrusting back into the big Orc's savage thrust's. “Oh looks like yer starting to really get into it... loving it even more sissy slut.” Sarg grinned gloatingly, as he now had free rein within Nigel's broken mind now, the proud young human's shatter mind made him almost as easy as Remy's had been. _'You ceased to be a male.' _The old Orc **** the images of those pale orbs being devoured back into the humans mind, Burning his unmaling into the Nigel's brain, smirking as he felt shame, humiliation, and submission grow swiftly. Taking over the young humans personally, setting the wicked older Orc as his master... his owner. Sarg chuckled as he felt the others on mind start to take over, convincing it's self of the things he had only hinted at. Within a day or two Nigel would be a totally obedient broken neutered **** boi, his brother was that way already thanks to his weak mind. “Yer gunna go to Remy...” The old Orc grunted breathlessly into the young humans ear, as his powerful hip's buck and humped into Nigel's firm round rump. “Yer gunna have him show you how to suck dicks... take them up yer boi-cunt like this.”

Sarg noticing a couple of regulars watching them fuck from the road, he flashed them a grin waving happily to make it look like Nigel was giving it up to him willingly. Which by this point the young human was eagerly pushing back, slipping his paw off Nigel's mouth he **** his tongue into the young red heads mouth. It would be good advertising for Remy, Nigel and Imelda's whore services which had already made Sarg's purse much heavier. He kissed the slender human lustfully for a long moment, the two of the rutting and grinding. Until the human moaned as his hard little dick jerked, spitting out the last seed his body would ever product onto the rough wooden wall. Where it quickly froze into sparkling jewels of tiny potential humans, not that the big Orc gave a damn about that. He was enjoying that tight little boi-cunt far to much, that and the knowledge that he had just destroy the red headed human as a male. Soon his body would thicken... round out, looking more and more feminine as his male hormones ran out. His mind would grow slower... easier to control, Sarg knew than from the other males he had neutered in the past. Mind broken and neutered, Nigel would be his **** from now own just like Remy. This was the sure way of taking control of most males, females were a bit more tricky... he had to convince them that it was something they wanted.

He had his most trouble with females, it was what had got him caught last time. One of the chiefs wives had came out of it, realized that Sarg had control of the Chief and most of his sons. That all those males had been neutered, so she had ran off to the one son who have not. That boy had gathered a small army, stormed the village almost taken Sarg. It was only the fact that his enslaved males had fought for him, and the invaders had not wanted to kill the old Chief and his sons that had gave Sarg time enough to flee. Still it had been a close thing, he had barely managed to get a few things together and ride off into the storm. The horny Orc moaned loudly, as he was about to cum hard into the humans sissy cunt. The big older Orc grunted as his cock exploded filling the neutered bitch with his cum. “Rrarar... that was good.” The Orc growled breathlessly, staying inside of that hot squeezing fuck hole a few moments longer. “Yer gunna be a real good boi-whore... of course can't really call ya a boi anymore. I guess yer more a neutered whore huh.” Sarg chuckled derisively as he pulled out, amused to see blood and cum dribbling out of that wreaked rut hole. Dipping out a finger pads worth of healing ointment, he rubbed it into that gaping hole. Before kneeling down to examine the humans empty sack, the wound having already scabbed over thank to the ointment. “Alright now get dressed and go find your brother, tell him to train you how to be a good neutered sissy cunt.”

Sarg swaggered back into the taproom feeling much better, taking his seat close to the fire place he ordered another ale. Watching as Liam brought it over to him, Imelda had went off to other duties it seem. The smiling older human sat the ale in front of him, and then pause sniffing the air again. Luckily most of the rutting scent, had frozen and dropped into the snow outside. So there was only the faintest smell of ass and cum on the old Orc, Sarg grinned up at the friendly Inn keeper. “You do pretty good business for being snowed in so heavily.” The Orc grunted pointing to the regulars laughing and joking at the bar, Liam looked over at them smiling faintly.

“Yes I'm a bit surprised... I mean... I know they live pretty close.” Liam stroked his chin, plainly confused by having so much business in this bad weather. “I sure wasn't expecting to see so many of them, what with the snow being so heavy this year.” He admitted with a befuddled grin, as he wiped the table top down slowly. “Just my good luck I guess... can't say I'm not glad for the coin their spending.”

Sarg smirked knowing it wasn't good luck, as much as the good cock sucking Remy and Imelda had been doing. And now Remy had started offering his butt, while his sister was hinting that his might sell her pussy. The big old Orc knew that with a little mental trickery and conditioning, she would be just as big a whore as her brother. And of course Remy was going to be training his now neutered brother, Nigel had been utterly broken just outside. “To yer good luck.” Sarg toasted lifting his ale mug, as Liam smile happily at him totally unaware of what the old Orc had already done to his family.