Broken in

I couldn’t believe this was happening... I was being used by an orc!

Despite my best efforts to resist, my body began betraying me. A hot, confusing wave of pleasure rushed through my gut, and my cock hardened against my will. By the Light... how could my body react to this?

Attempting to distract myself, I forced my eyes to focus through the dim lighting. The sight before me was overwhelming. Other men - fellow recruits and soldiers - were completely naked, being used by orcs throughout the tent. Some were pinned on all fours, legs forced wide as their captors drove into them from behind. Others were forced to their knees, faces buried in orc crotches. The air was thick with the rhythmic slapping of skin, heavy grunts, and the unmistakable, suffocating musk of sex.

It was degrading, humiliating... and yet, watching my brothers-in-arms broken like this sent a traitorous jolt straight through me.

The orc behind me kept ravaging my body, his calloused hand knotting tightly in my blond hair to pull my head back as he thrust deeper. Every nerve ending felt on fire with a sickening mix of heat and shame. I tried to choke back my voice, but low, helpless gasps kept escaping my lips.

With a guttural roar, he finally reached his climax, spilling his hot seed deep inside me. The sensation filled my insides, making my knees tremble on the packed dirt. I slammed my eyes shut and held back my own release, clinging desperately to the small sliver of pride I had left. It was over. I had survived it.

But as the orc pulled out and tossed me aside, I barely had a second to catch my breath before a massive shadow fell over me. A second, even larger hands grabbed my hips, hoisting my raw, slick entrance right back up.

There was no rest. Another was taking his place.