While pleasing his Master, Marcus learns more about Orcs

It seemed Shaharza meant for every Orc in the camp know her eager new slaveboy was up for grabs for any of them willing to pay her price, since Marcus spent the next few hours sucking his Master's cock in front of envious crowds of the hulking green females. Not that he minded of course, in fact he was delighted to do so. No matter how many times he wrapped his straining lips around her massive shaft, or craned his neck to kiss and lick her heavy balls, he felt the same hot thrill of lust and need that filled him up fit to bursting. Some small part of him, growing smaller by the hour, knew he should be feeling ashamed, scared and degraded when she grabbed his head and shoved her fat cock down his throat under the hungry yellow eyes of her warriors, but that whiny whimpering was so easily ignored now.

In fact, there was only one problem the young slaveboy found as he sucked hungrily on the warchief's fat cock later that afternoon, kneeling between her widely spread legs as she ate at a table in the kitchen tent, showing him off once again as a prize to be earned to the feasting Orcs around her. It was a rather pressing problem in fact, one that grew more and more urgent with each passing moment. As much as he loved sucking Master's cock and swallowing all her thick, sticky cum until his belly was swollen and tight, she...hadn't used his butt at all since last night!

Now, as his aching tongue and jaw worked to please her once again, licking tenderly along her shaft, leaving trails of glistening saliva and drool, he felt that itching, aching emptiness throb away inside him. His tender hole felt like it was begging for what his mouth was getting, wanting to feel that thick, pulsing cock thrust into his belly and stuff him so full. Now he knew just how amazing that felt, how was he supposed to be satisfied with just shoving his face down her cock and licking every inch, even as thrilling as this was? Between his trembling legs, his own pathetic little dick was stiff and aching as his tongue fluttered along her musky green skin, tasting every inch. Only he didn't even think of touching it. In fact, more than once his trembling fingers wandered down towards his butt instead, rubbing and teasing at his twitching hole, longing to push a couple inside just to try and satisfy these aching urges while he sucked off his Master.

But his pleasure, even this needy longing to get filled, wasn't that important. Pleasing the warchief was, and maybe if he did a really good job of worshipping her amazing cock this time she'd bend him over the table and shove it back up his butt. The memory of the amazing orgasms she'd pounded out of him spurred him on, the way he'd mewled and whimpered in pleasure, his soft dick squirting fluid while she rammed him into the ground, and the young slaveboy resolved to use every trick he'd learned so far to milk this amazing cock of every drop of cum. It wasn't that hard to tell what pleased her, even kneeling under the table like this. For example, when he drew back and ran his tongue lightly along the underside of her flared head, her muscled legs would shudder on either side of him. Or, shoving his head forward and taking as much of her cock down his straining throat as he could manage would sometimes draw an appreciative growl of pleasure. Slowly, he was getting to know this cock very well indeed, feeling out every hot, throbbing vein with his questing tongue, finding all the sensitive spots. And the better he knew it, the better he'd be able to please his Master.

"So, what's next then, warchief?" A loud, growling voice rumbled from somewhere above the table. Marcus flinched, gagging on the stiff shaft inside his throat. He'd been so intent on worshipping this amazing cock, he'd practically forgotten there were a whole lot of other Orcs around him too, sitting on the benches behind and beside him. Glancing to either side, he saw a forest of huge, muscular green legs, all of them spread wide with thick cocks resting between them. Many of the other Orcs were hard as well, and the young slaveboy felt his mouth water as he admired each throbbing shaft in turn, his head filled with thoughts of crawling from cock to cock and hungrily tasting each one. Even watching the warchief enjoy him was enough to stir their ardor, it seemed. The thought made him smile faintly to himself, and he hurriedly went back to sucking on his Master's swollen head. "You've won us a great victory, yes." The Orc who'd spoken continued gruffly. "No warchief has dared invade the human lands in generations since the Scouring and we've taken slaves and loot like I've never dreamed of. But...what now? When are we going home?"

"We're not." Shaharza rumbled, the sound of her rumbling voice sending a little thrill through Marcus. There were a few muffled gasps and grunts of surprise from the other Orcs. "Have you looked at the land here?" The warchief continued, her voice steady even as her slaveboy hungrily inhaled her twitching cock. "It's green, lush, full of life, with no-one but weak pinkskins to defend it. Our herds will grow fat here, and our many young strong and healthy once all these new slaves have been bred."

"But what about...our ancestors, warchief?" Another Orc put in from further down our table, her higher voice sounding rather nervous. "Would they not be angry that we have abandoned them back in our old hunting grounds?"

"Hmph, would the ancestors rather we starve and suffer in land that has been dead since before their time?" Shaharza grunted, a note of frustration rumbling in her words. The hint of her anger was enough to make Marcus redouble his efforts. He struggled to ignore the conversation going on and focus on he should have been doing all along, pleasing his Master. What the Orcs decided to do wasn't important to a mere slaveboy like him, but...her cock was. He bobbed his head up and down, struggling to **** the warchief's thick shaft deeper into his tightly clenching throat. His eyes watered at the jabbing, stretching pain. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't quite fit her full length down there without her help. "If they truly wish what's best for us." His Master continued roughly. "Then they will celebrate what I am doing here."

"What does the Shaman say about this?" A third voice from just behind Marcus asked, low and growling, like an angry lion. Despite his promise, the young slaveboy couldn't resist popping his Master's cock free of his straining lips for a moment to glance back at the scary speaker. The Orc sitting there looked almost as big as the warchief from what he could see, her cock standing up stiff and angry from between her tree-trunk thighs. As Marcus stared hungrily at the fat, throbbing shaft, a pearly drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip, his mouth going dry at the thought of hungrily licking it up.

"I will speak to Urul." Shaharza continued. Her leg moved in, her foot prodding Marcus insistently in the side. With a squeal of shock, the young slaveboy hurriedly turned and bent back to his task. Frustrated at his silly distraction, he stretched his lips around her fat shaft, his tongue quickly working away to please her. As he tasted her musky skin once more, a hot shiver ran down his spine and he moaned in delight. It felt so good...how could he have ever let himself get distracted from this? "I am certain once she communes with the ancestors they will agree with my decision. Will that satisfy you, Thaka? Or must I once again prove why I am warchief here?"

"No...warchief, not just yet at least." The angry Orc replied, but even Marcus could hear the simmering threat in her voice. He shivered a little, but hurriedly focused back on trying to **** his Master's cock deeper into his straining throat. The warchief would protect him if he kept pleasing her, right?

The young slaveboy heard a rumbling growl from above him, and suddenly her big hand had grabbed him tightly by the back of his head. Knowing what was coming, he tried to relax his throat, his hands clenched into little fists by his sides. Sure enough, his Master shoved him forward, burying her pulsing shaft deeper down his throat. He gagged and spluttered, the **** noise loud enough that every Orc at the table must hear what was going on. Shaharza was being rougher than usual, slamming his head back and forth along her cock, punching it deep until he could feel it drive almost to his stomach and fill his throat painfully. The challenge to her authority had made her angry, he thought distantly, and now she was taking it out on him. Despite the hints of pain and dizzy breathlessness as her pulsing shaft cut off his air, Marcus kept himself as still and relaxed as he could, letting his throat be used like a toy for her cock. That was all he was right now, after all.

"Fuck...that's so tight." Shaharza snarled above the table, her muscled hips grinding forward even as she slammed his head down towards the base of her throbbing cock. "Take it deep, you little slut." Marcus felt her shaft pulse hotly between his straining lips, his own pathetic dick twitching and aching in anticipation as he realized she was about to cum again. Sure enough, she let out a hungry growl that seemed to rumble in the air, her dangling balls tightening, and he felt that familiar heat flooding down his throat as jets of sticky cum shot right into his full belly.

The young slaveboy trembled in delight and he sucked hungrily on his Master's cock, eager to milk every drop from those huge orbs. She moaned in appreciation, her hand tightening in his hair as she held him in place with most of her shaft shoved between his lips. At long last, the endless flow of hot cum eased to a trickle, leaving his belly once again stuffed full of her seed. She held him there for just a few moments more, then her hand eased off, slowly pulling his head back and yanking her cock free of his straining throat. Marcus was gasping for air as her thick cock popped free of his lips, his jaw sore and straining and his head feeling light and dizzy. Only, even through that discomfort, his entire body ached with warm satisfaction at how he'd managed to please his Master yet again.

"Lick me clean now, little calf." He heard her rumble above him, and, with an eager smile, the young slaveboy wriggled forward and leant back in, his fluttering tongue hungrily lapping up the dangling strands of cum still oozing from the tip of her cock. "Remember, any of you want a taste of this, you better be willing to pay for it to get at him." The warchief rumbled. "He's worth it. Never had a human who felt this good to fuck. Even you'll be wanting some, Thaka." She chuckled. "Once you've had a go at his holes, you'll never want to go home again, I can promise you that." Her rough laughter was echoed around the table, and Marcus shivered in delight as he felt her big, warm hand in his hair again, this time just stroking at his forehead with those callused fingers. He'd made her happy with him...the thought sent a thrill through his body that made him want to cheer. He lapped at her softening cock, licking it clean and tenderly worshipping the shaft that had given him so much pleasure already. Now if only she'd see to his poor aching butt as well...