Taken and used around the Orc encampment

The morning passed in a haze for Marcus, as he padded around at his Master's heels, watching in awe while she bossed around the other Orcs. It seemed like Shaharza was trying to organize the monstrous women to make sure their new camp was secure, making sure they set up a palisade and trench and moved the loot from the castle to where it could be stored properly. Only it was pretty hard to pay attention to any of that boring stuff when everywhere he looked he saw naked Orcs strutting about with their big cocks and balls swinging between their thighs, so thick and enticing it made his mouth water and his own tiny, pathetic dick twitch and stiffen. They didn't seem to think much of wearing clothing, for them of their slaves, and even Shaharza had only pulled on a rough fur cloak made from the skin of what looked to be a huge bear before striding out of her tent this morning, leading Marcus and his Mother behind her on leashes tied to leather collars round their necks.

Just like she'd promised, the warchief quickly dropped the Queen off at the meal tent where she was put to work under under that fearsome fat Orc cook, then continued on with just Marcus. While he was, of course, worried for his Mother, who'd never made a meal in her life and seemed rather lost, the young slaveboy was secretly very happy that Shaharza was just bringing him along with her. It made him feel all light and giddy thinking that his Master wanted him that much, more than the gorgeous Queen even. When, moments later, she pulled him just outside the tent, pushed him to his knees in the dirt in front of her and told him to suck on her huge, stiffening cock, he bent to the delicious task with eager enthusiasm. It still strained his jaw trying to fit that massive swollen head inside, but it felt like it was getting easier already as he pumped his head up and down to slide his stretched lips along her throbbing, veiny skin. Her growls and grunts of pleasure when his tongue fluttered against her cock made him shiver with delight.

Today she seemed content to stand there and let him work her shaft himself, rather than grabbing him like she had before. While it had felt amazing when she just used him like a toy and pounded his throat until he was gagging and ****, this was actually rather nice too. Working at his own pace, he could eagerly appreciate every inch of cock his lips slid down, the way it stuffed his mouth and throat so full, and the musky taste of her skin on his fluttering tongue. It all made him want to work even harder to please her, to feel this massive, amazing shaft pulsing in his mouth and earn another thick sticky load of cum in his belly. With thoughts like that to spur him, Marcus struggled to shove his face even deeper down her cock, wanting it fully hilted inside his throat and those smooth, massive balls of hers resting on his chin. Tears filled his eyes as he choked and gagged. He was about halfway down her shaft now, but there was still so much to go, drool leaking from his stretched lips as he tried to **** himself further. The hints of pain were easy to ignore, as was the frantic way he had to gulp for air around her huge cock, but...he just couldn't seem to fit anymore inside him, no matter how hard he tried.

"Look up at me, little calf." Shaharza rumbled, her voice a feral growl thick with desire. With a muffled squeak, the young slaveboy raised his head, his watery, tear-filled gaze finding the scarred face of his Orc Master. The green skin of her cheeks was flushed darker, and her golden eyes burned like flames. "When you're sucking cock, you keep your eyes up unless told otherwise. I want to see that pretty face when you're pleasing me." The warchief continued, standing there like a statue while he awkwardly cradled as much of her cock as he could **** inside his mouth. The veiny skin throbbed and pulsed, boiling hot against his tongue. "Now breathe, relax your throat and keep going." The impatience in her voice was like a spur across the young slaveboy's flanks. He was failing her! Just the thought made a sickly weight settle in his belly, overwhelming even the fluttering, warm pleasure of sucking her cock.

Marcus squeezed his eyes tight, more tears oozing down his cheeks. How could he be so useless? The one thing he was any good at, the one thing the warchief praised him for he was messing up! When he opened them again, he stared determinedly up at his Master, meeting her hot, hungry gaze. He'd been focusing way too much on his own selfish pleasure! That wasn't what this was about at all. It was about pleasing her cock and her cumming down his throat, not about him stupidly enjoying himself! Furious with himself, the young slaveboy bent his entire body forward, pushing with all the strength he had in his shivering muscle. There was a moment of pain as her cock slid even deeper into his straining throat, the thick head popping past what felt like a ring of sharp resistance. Just like that, he found he could **** his lips down even further, feeling her cock driving deeper inside him where it belonged.

The sheer joy of that made him shudder with delight, and he would have been grinning from ear to ear if he didn't have her thick shaft **** between his lips. As it was, all he could do was stare longingly up at his Master and keep going, trying with all he could to get her cock even deeper. Her hips were trembling now, the massive muscles tensing on either side of his head. She was close, he knew...but if he could just get those last few inches inside him first...

Suddenly her hand was in his hair, huge fingers grabbing him in a tight grip. A hungry growl filled his ears, and her thrusting hips drove her shaft deeper into his spluttering, gagging throat. He felt her cock pulse, and then, moments later, a thick jet of cum dumped into his eagerly waiting belly, then another, stuffing him full with her seed. She drew herself back, sliding her spit-covered shaft free of his stretched lips. Marcus moaned in delight as the last hot spray of delicious cum landed right on his tongue, filling his mouth with the thick liquid he was growing to adore. He swallowed it down with an eager gulp as she pulled her cock out of his mouth, leaving him kneeling there gasping for air, his belly stuffed. Well, he hadn't quite managed to fit all of her inside, but there was always next time.

Shaharza raised her head, turning to stare past him into the camp with a triumphant smirk. Licking his lips to clean the last cum and drool from his chin, Marcus glanced to follow her gaze, curious what she was looking at, then promptly froze with a squeal of shock. There was a group of Orcs watching, muscled and naked. They were all staring at him now with hungry, eager glances, thick green cocks stiffening up between his legs. Had they been watching the whole time? The young slaveboy had been so focused on sucking Sharaza's cock he hadn't even noticed! Even as embarrassed he was though, he felt a hot, fluttering thrill inside his body as he watched all those big cocks stand up at just the sight of him pleasing his Master. The big, scarred Orc who'd wanted him to suck her in the kitchen yesterday in the cooking tent was among them, and as he glanced at her she gave him an eager smirk back, nodding towards her own thick erection. Marcus blushed even hotter, but he couldn't help imagine kneeling amongst all those massive women, darting from cock to cock with his eager lips and pleasing them all until he was covered in their sticky, delicious cum. Just the thought made him shudder, his little dick twitching eagerly between his legs.

"I can see you all want him." The warchief sneered, her voice carrying over the camp. "And let me tell you, he's even better than you're imagining. The best human I've ever put my cock in, and he's barely even trained yet. But he's mine, my ****. If any of you want a turn with him, you're going to have to show you're worthy of it." With a rumbling chuckle, Shaharza grabbed the leash dangling from Marcus' neck and gave it a sharp tug, pulling the young slaveboy back up to his feet. She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him round, turning his back towards the watching Orcs. Marcus squealed in shock as her big hand darted down to settle on his butt, grabbing one soft cheek and giving it a firm squeeze. He felt a trembling thrill as her callused fingers dug possessively into his skin. Then she pulled, spreading his cheek to one side with her fingers. "See that hole?" She growled, as Marcus wriggled helplessly in her grip. "Tight and soft as any I've put my cock in. He's one eager slut for Orc cock, and I promise he'll please yours better than any of those girls you're so proud of once I have him trained, but you'll have to pay me for it. Tell the others, any Orc who can afford it can have a turn."

There were rumbles and growls from the other Orcs, but also some eager murmurs that made it seem very much like some were going to take that offer. Marcus couldn't help but moan again. How could he be enjoying this? Enjoying having his Master showing him off and then offering to sell him to any one of those huge, muscular Orcs with their massive cocks and dangling balls filled with cum? Only he was. Through the flushed heat of embarrassment coloring his skin. An eager slut, Shaharza called him, and he certainly felt that way, his entire body tingling with new desires to suck Orc cocks and take them in his aching, twitching butt. The shame and disgust he faintly knew he should be feeling instead seemed very distant now, and instead all he could muster was a slight, lingering impatience at the thought of having to wait until one of those muscular women actually came to the warchief for a night with him. He actually kind of couldn't wait to see which Orc bought him first. Hopefully that grinning, scarred one. She seemed nice...and her cock was almost as big and thick as Shaharza's