the whoreboi...

“Get down on your hands and knee's and then crawl over to the bed... Put your chest flat against the mattress, ass in the air while spreading your legs for me”, the human noble said in a tone that did not allow even the slightest shadow of resistance.

Judging by the respectful addresses from his companions, this slender, handsome, middle-aged man was not just some rich orlanian nobleman. This human was the Duke of a large fief called "Forest Reach" and which includes both the city of Ranelborg (in which you live) and other small forest cities of this forested area in the east of the Sacred Kingdom of Orlania. Today you saw this powerful human for the first time in your life. But your mind was greatly influenced by the realization that this person is the same Duke of Caelan Lamitrin, about whom there are many rumors about his eccentric character, depravity and cruelty. Your resolve to resist the arrogant demands has been greatly shaken by fear of the power of this human aristocrat.

Meanwhile, Duke Caelan ordered imperiously waiting for you to comply, repeating the orders over and over as you stood there trying to resist the magic.

"I... I... will do no such thing." You denied, even as the sneering nobleman repeated his orders again calm and authoritatively. You feel your legs start to tremble, the rune on your shoulder starting to pulsed and glowed as instantly you demeanor changed. Your broad shoulders slumped, head held high sank... and then you discover your self on hands and knees. Slowly you crawled across the floor, fighting to stop the whole way... but just couldn't find the will power within yourself to do it. Climbing up onto the bed you pressed his chest against the mattress, spreading your legs for the man controlling you... ass lifted high.

The wicked Duke grinned broadly, as he watched you comply meekly to his orders. "That's right... you are my ****..." The purred softly, rubbing and stroking over your big green ass... as you presented yourself, chuckling softly in delight at forcing his toy to obey him.

“I'm not... I'm not...” You protested weakly, even though it was plain that you are indeed a Subservient bitch. Just as long as the human is wearing that necklace with the magical signet, he could **** you to do about anything that he wanted.

The slender naked human climbed up onto the bed with you, his warm hands rubbing over your naked ass cheeks. The tender touch not working the way it had for Kynth, still you couldn't seem to manage to resist this man. Although you really... really wanted to do so, his smooth soft hands slipped between your wide spread thigh's so that Caelan could fondle your low hanging balls. “You really are hung like a animal... perhaps I will cut these off and mount them on my wall as a hunting trophy. Heheh.” The Duke laughed as he watched the muscles in your strong body trying to resist, as his fingers moved lower to grip your rock hard cock. “Hah... seems like someone likes that idea.” He chuckled gripping your fat cock and stroking it playfully, as you lay there helpless to resist the things he was doing to you. “Say it, beast.”

“NNA... Nna.” You shove your fist in your mouth, struggling to keep from obeying this sick human bastard. Your panting and gulping for breath now, as his soft warn hand plays with your thick cock. A organ about three times the size of the human's own, the Duke's other hand is cradling your hefty nuts rolling them around inside your ball pouch. The gentle touch and cock stroke were having more of an effect on you than you cared to admit. Kynth had used gently touches and bold caress's on you, only now could you understand how those combine with the magic of the rune to influence you.

“Beg me to cut your balls off...” There was nothing kind or friendly about that command, instantly the influence Caelan was building vanished. Your body began to shake and tremble, while pain flared inside your head like stabbing knifes. You let out a scream of pain, that only makes the Duke laugh out loud.

“I... I... PPPlease... sto... Naaa...” You moan into the mattress, even as you feel the human nobles will crushing down upon your mind. Your mouth hanging open, as drool pools on the bed sheets as you struggle with all your mental might to resist him. It is a rigged game... a game that you can't possibly win... and your opponent knows this... knows and is enjoying it.

“Beg to let them be a trophy on my wall.” The Duke insisted in that strong commanding voice, you struggle with all your will power. Fighting a battle within your mind, the magic in your tattoo starting to heat up. Until it feels like a red hot brand, your body withering in agony mind torn. A bright crimson trickle of blood oozes from your nostril, straining the crisp bed sheets under you.

“PPPplease...” Your voice is a squeal of agony, even as you gulp and gag for breath. “Ccc... cut my balls off... let them be a... your trophy.” The words spill out of your mouth, but you know that you didn't want to speak them. You promise yourself that you won't give in to him again, but as you lay there listening to his laughter you know it can't be stopped.

“Hahah... maybe.” Caelan laughed harshly, plainly both amused that he had **** you to beg for castration and upset that it had been so easy. “I'm not sure your balls are worthy of going on my trophy wall... for a Orc chief you are a real sissy faggot.” The Duke snorted insultingly, leaning down to lick the pre-cum oozing from your big green cock. “Damn that's even more salty and potent than human cum... I guess that's why you Orc's seem to impregnate every female you rut.” The smirking human fondled your fat nuts again, rolling them around as he squeezed them roughly from time to time. “Maybe these are worthy of being trophies... But first I'm going to plunder this tight looking bitch hole of yours.” The human chuckled picking up a jar of scented grease from the bed side table, using one finger to spread it over your tight pucker. “I do hope your tight... that would show that your not some weak pansy giving up to every male that comes along.” Standing up on his knee's behind you, Caelan push the fat purple helmet of his long slender erection against your anus. Grunting as it resisted his efforts to conquer it, he grunted and struggle for sometime trying to take you. Until finally he had to grip your head, grunted in a angry breathless voice into your point ear. “Open yourself...” Pain more horrible that you had ever felt coursed through your brain, stabbing knifes transforming into spinning blades. “Surrender yourself to me... open the way for my battering ram... Do it ****... DO IT!”

“AARARAH.” You scream out, as that long human cock is speared balls deep inside of you in a single thrust. Behind you can hear the noble laughing in delight, as he enjoys the squeezing tightness of your anal muscles.