The training grounds

As I walked closer, I stumbled on what looked like a training ground. It was just a small field next to two tents, with weapon and armor racks ordered nearby. I finally saw the source of the sounds and... I was shocked, to say the least! It was just a few warriors, fighting, yet they seemed to go a bit further than you’d normally go in sparring. Whoever fell on the ground was immediately surrounded by the others and... it seemed that they presented their cocks to him? No, surely that was not... well, it seems like that was exactly the case!

Guttural laughs emanated from the standing warriors as they slapped their cocks on the downed orc’s face. What a strange way to practice! One could only imagine that was done to encourage bonding, yet these were savages, did they really do things intentionally?

Yet again, they stood up and started sparring. The unmistakable sound of iron on iron was heard as they traded blows masterfully, hitting and blocking at the last second. For a minute they fought until one of the orcs suddenly grabbed another and swept his leg, throwing him to the ground. Another wave of laughter was heard and yet another round of cock-slapping began.

Curious, I hid myself behind a bush and kept watching, wondering how this training would finish...