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Victor was a young man in his early 30s, currently hunched over in a group of bushes in the middle of a gigantic forest. He was on a search for a particular village, a homestead of a large group of male orcs, and had been gathering vague directions and clues to its location for the past several months. During his 20s he had started diverting from just dating humans to other humanoid species as well, having hooked up with plenty of elves and dwarves, even a couple of halflings. The older he got, the more adventurous he found himself, experimenting further with mermen, satyrs and even an accidental yet thrilling encounter with a mimic during a dungeon mission. However, his most recent hookup had awoken something within him, and in turn set him on his current mission. He had bumped into a minotaur during a festive evening in a tavern and as he found himself pounded into the bedsheets in one of the room upstairs later that same night, something in his mind had clicked. The beast-like stamina and massive cock of giant humanoids was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. With the newfound enlightment of what truly turned him on, it was impossible to turn back. Sleeping with common humanoids, even beastmen, wasn't enough, he needed more. And the humanoid species most well-known for being extremely large and for having unbelievable stamina, was orcs. The problem for Victor however, was that orcs did not like socializing with common species, nor in large towns. They're a rather solitary species that mostly keeps to themselves in spread out villages, usually divided as men only and women and children only, with a few occassions of mixed population. As they preferred living far away and isolated from civilization, locating one of their villages was rather hard, and few people had any reason to even try. But Victor was certain he had finally found it.
He had travelled through the forest as per the instructions he had collected, and during the past few days he had encountered more and more signs of a nearby civilization. Some cartwheel tracks, some traps for small animals, an old campfire and even a discarded broken axe, one that was much too large for a human to wield. Victor had never seen an orc in person, he had only been told general descriptions of extremely tall and bulky men with impressive strength and grumpy tempers. He had been increasingly excited for every passing day this past week, the thought of finally meeting an orc making him so horny he had been jerking off each night. About an hour ago he had heard unusual sounds in the distance and had been getting closer and closer to the source. The excitement was becoming overwhelming, his pants feeling too tight as he felt unbearably horny. This was the reason as to why he was currently hunched over in some bushes, his pants around his ankles, jerking himself off as he pictured the orcs he must be so close to now. Not bothering to muffle his moans, he thrust his hips, fucking into his tight fist. With his eyes closed and completely lost in his horny daydreams, Victor was completely unaware of the tall figure that had walked up behind him, looming over his kneeling body. He became very aware of it however when he was suddenly grabbed by his feet and yanked up into the air, dangling upside down from the large hand wrapped around his two ankles. He stared in shock and awe at the giant orc he now faced, scanning up and down with his gaze trying to take it all in. Three more orcs came walking up to the first one, speaking to each other in their own language, which Victor understood none of. The orcs were much larger than he ever imagined, easily around 2,50 meters or 8 feet tall. Their build was sturdier than any dwarf or minotaur, their whole body thick with muscles. Their bodyhair was like that of a typical human man but without facial hair, and less hair on their heads. Meanwhile, their ears were pointy like those of elves, although not as long, while their facial features were strong and big like that of dwarves. Victor was awestruck at how beautiful their green skintones were, varying from light yellow-green to very deep dark green shades.
One of the orcs were leading a very large horse behind him, which were dragging a cart filled with barrels and crates with food and supplies, presumably the only way they used horses as orcs were way too large for riding them. The orc grabbed a bundle of ropes and walked up to Victor and started tying his ankles together. As his gaze wandered, his low viewing angle happened to give him a brief peek just around the edge of the loincloth of the orc tying up his ankles, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the tip of the orc's cock, even it its flaccid state it was large enough for the loincloth to barely cover it. Unable to control himself, he groaned and reached up to grab hold of his erection once more. Before he could do so however, the orc tying him grabbed hold of his hands and quickly tied those together as well. Once he was fully tied up, the orc holding him laid his body over the back of the horse, none of them paying any mind to his pants still being around his ankles, nor his throbbing erection. The orc that had been leading the horse grabbed hold of its lead again, and they started walking. With his heartbeat thrumming loudly in his ears, Victor's stomach was churning with nervousness and excitement as they a few minutes later arrived in the orc's village.
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The sounds of casual conversation and mixed sounds of movement rose is volume as they approached the village. Victor had hoped to be lucky to meet even just one orc and here he was, carted directly to their village. He glanced around the best he could from his position on top of the horse's back, seeing very large canvas tents and elaborate huts, much bigger than normal to accommodate the large orcs. It was a medium sized all-male village, populated by about 25 adult orcs. Victor managed to spot a pair of tanners, working on some animal hides as they were seated outdoors in front of their leather goods store, as well as a small blacksmithing hut. The items on display were ornate and beautiful, simple in their shape but covered in detailed decorative designs, just like the leather clothing and armor pieces the orcs who captured him had been wearing. The cart came to a stop and Victor heard the sounds of orcs moving around the cart and shifting items around. There were sounds of the orcs greeting each other, as a few villagers came up to help them unload the cargo. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed hold of his wrists and lifted his body up into the air. The orc that had captured Victor held him effortlessly by his bound wrists, his feet dangling a full foot above the ground. The orc gestured across his body while speaking to another orc, showing Victor off like one would a large fish. The other orc observed Victor, nodding and responding to Victor's captor, before pointing to something behind them. The orc holding Victor gave out a hearty laugh and responded something with excitement in his voice. The second orc stepped forward and grabbed hold of Victor's feet with one hand and undid the the ropes around his ankles with his other. Then, to Victor's surprise, the orc yanked off the clothing that had bunched around his ankles, removing his pants and underwear in unison, which pulled his shoes off along with them. After tossing his clothing aside into the cart, the orc grabbed a fistful of the neckline in the front of Victor's tunic and with a quick downwards pull, ripped his shirt right off his body, the threads ripping loudly as they tore apart. Victor stared down at his now stark naked body, his still present half-erection from earlier on full display. He felt his face heat up a bit, nowhere in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this to be the outcome of his quest, and his head was spinning from excitement.
His shredded shirt was thrown onto the same pile as his other discarded clothing, and the orc that had stripped him returned to unloading the other cargo. The orc holding Victor turned around, and he now saw what the orc had been pointing to. In the center of the orc's village was a very low plataeu of dark wooden planks with whole wooden trunks at every corner as a decorative pillar. Atop of the platform stood a wooden stockade, and the orc was now walking towards it. Victor could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears as the orc stepped up to the stocks and lowered Victor's body down. His body was forced to bend forward as he stood on the planks and the orc pushed at Victor's head so that his neck laid into the half-circle recess of the bottom half of the stocks. Another orc that had been waiting nearby grabbed hold of each of Victor's hands and pulled them down so that his wrists were slotted into the smaller holes on either side of his neck. Once in place, the first orc folded down the top part, trapping Victor in place, and snapped shut a very thick iron clasp at the short side that locked them together. The stockade fit very well around Victor's human body size, and he couldn't help but think about the fact that it was way too small to be used for an orc, and he swallowed hard as he wondered if they had done this before with some other human. He wasn't sure what would happen next, feeling his cock twitch as he looked around at the village before him. The cart had been fully unloaded, and several orcs were carrying barrels and crates off towards various buildings, while one of the orc were leading the horse towards a stable with a small fenced-in pasture. Victor soon realized, to slight disappointment, that none of the orcs paid any further attention to him, much less approached him directly. They seemed to go about their normal day routines, working on their crafts, socializing and spending time in their own homes. Only occasionally, an orc who hadn't yet spotted Victor would pass by and notice the stockade's new occupant, upon which they would loudly exclaim something. Victor couldn't understand their language, so he wasn't sure whether the orc were saying it to him or one of their friends, but another orc would usually call back a response, talking back and forth a bit while pointing to Victor and the direction they arrived from. He assumed they were explaining where they'd found him, but couldn't figure out what else they might be saying. The orcs would light up, smiling wide with their large protruding tusks, and with loud gruff-voiced hearty laughs, seeming excited about something. All Victor could do however, was wait.
The afternoon passed, sun shining on Victor's bare back, and the sun started dipping lower as evening approached. The orc had started building a large fire close to the village center, along with a large grilling rack. Victor had briefly felt a bit concerned when he first saw it, but quickly calmed back down when he saw the large boar an orc was carrying up to the fire, setting it down for another orc to place onto the rack. He felt a bit bad for jumping to conclusions, orcs may be a very isolated species, but they weren't uncivilized by any means. While his current situation was extremely unexpected, he knew orcs were relatively peaceful towards other humanoids. Long tables and large chairs made from logs were also brought out and lined up in two rows on either side of the large cooking area, they were seemed to be preparing a grand feast, more and more food being placed out onto to the tables. The sun was just starting to set, the whole sky as vibrant orange as the large fire still burning strong, when all orcs had taken their seats and their feast began. The food was shared around with much laughter and banter, the boar carved up and served along with many barrels of wine. Victor wasn't really hungry, he had eaten a great meal during his rest shortly before his capture, but the orc's feast did smell incredible. He watched on with an almost sparkling wonder in his eyes, essentially having a front-row seat to watching orcs going through their every day life, in their own village, something he had never heard of another human doing. He marvelled at their incredible size, he had thought the orcs who'd captured him had been muscular, but some of the other orcs were even greater in size. Victor bit onto his bottom lip, his knees rubbing together as he found his thoughts straying once again, what he wouldn't give to see even just one of their fully nude.
A while later, the sky now a deep red and the most of the food eaten, one of the orcs at the far end of one of the tables stood up. He was an exceptionally large orc, with great adornments on his clothing, Victor guessed he might be the village leader. The leader started talking with his drinking horn in hand, gesturing with his arms as he spoke. He gestured to the orc who had first found Victor, and all the other orcs cheered with gruff hoots, banging their forks against the thick tables with the same beat. Then the leader gestured to Victor, who felt his face flush as all orcs suddenly turned their gaze towards him. The leader raised his drinking horn, toasting to a loud, excited statement that earned more hoots and thumping forks from the seated orcs, and a smaller item seemed to be passed down the row to the orc that found Victor. Upon receiving the item, the orc rose from his seat and approached the platform. Victor meant to utter some kind of greeting, but was unable to find any words whatsoever, his mind wiped blank by how much larger the orcs were when standing right by him. His mouth was still opening and closing without sound like a goldfish, as the orc walked past him, Victor feeling his large prescense looming behind him. Despite the loud chatter and laughs of the orcs, and the roaring fire, Victor's ears somehow zoned in to the distinct sound of a cork pulled free from a bottle. Victor thought his hearts might stop right then and there when he suddenly felt a slick liquid, some kind of oil, being poured onto his ass, trickling down between his asscheeks. His eyes were wide open and his breath caught in his throat when he felt a very large hand cupping his left asscheek, spreading it as a large finger rubbed over his opening. Victor's cock hardened to full erection, and a deep moan slipped through his lips, as the orc's finger rubbed his asshole in a firm circular motion, massaging the oil around. The circular motion grew wider and wider, teasing the edges apart and loosening him up, and with an involuntary shiver and pucker, the tip of the finger dipped inside him. Victor's mind felt like static, he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, as the orc started shallowly finger-fucking him, and as he steadily loosened up, the finger slipped further and further in. Soon enough, the finger pushed all the way down to the base knuckle, the large finger almost as thick as a smaller human dick.
The orc pulled out his finger, and then started repeating the circular motion but now with two fingers. Victor arched his back, desperate for more, and the orc started slowly pushing both fingers in at once, gradually slipping into Victor's slicked up hole. Once they were pushed halfway in, the orc resumed his finger-fucking, now at a greater pace. Another, this time louder, moan escaped Victor as the orc scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him further from within. Then, he felt another prodding by the rim, and slowly, a third finger worked its way inside him and all three started pushing his opening apart in unison. The orc kept stretching him wider and wider, slowly but steadily increasing the spread. Just when Victor thought he might tip over the edge of orgasm, now panting and sweating heavily from the intense fingering, the orc removed all fingers at once. Victor couldn't help it but whimper, his open asshole clenching on air as if to pull the finger back into him. Instead, he heard rustling noises from behind him, the sound of belt buckles adjusting and heavy thuds of something landing on the wooden planks of the platform. Then, a new shape pushed up against his hole. A thick, bulbous shape, insistently trying to push forward. Slowly, his rim opened up, slowly slipping over the invading mass. Victor took a deep breath, trying to sync a total relaxation of his body in time with the heavy twitches of his asshole, and without warning, the orc's cock thrust a full 30 cm or 11 inches inside him. Victor made a gurgling sound, even with the huge range of species he'd slept with, he'd never taken a cock this big. The orc's massive hands grabbed hold of his hips, and only when the orc tried to keep pushing did Victor realize it wasn't even fully inserted yet. It hadn't pushed further in because it was thicker towards the base, and the orc tried slowly pulling Victor's body all the way down onto it. It was simply too much at once, Victor came hard with a shuddering moan, splattering onto the planks below. The sudden eruption of gruff voiced cheers pulled Victor back from his orgasm haze, suddenly remembering the other orcs over by the tables, and as his eyes came back into focus, he realized that every single one of them were looking at him. He made an strangled noise, his breath uneven as his gaze darted around between the orc, everyone staring intently with excited expressions. Victor moaned loudly again, his eyes falling close to limit his input of sensations, the massive cock in his ass already feeling overwhelming. He bit his lip and balled up his fists as the orc pushed harder, struggling to fit all the way. Then suddenly, the orc pulled his cock nearly the whole way out, and Victor gasped as he quickly but not forcefully, thrust back in as far as his hole would allow. The orc started fucking him steadily, Victor's whole body rocking back and forth against the stocks, the woods making a creaking noise from the movements. He gasped and moaned with every thrust, this was everything he'd ever wanted, this was what he'd been craving these several past years of his life. He felt so unbelievably full, the head of the orc's cock hitting deeper inside him than anything before. The orc's cock being thicker towards the base made it so every time it thrust as deep as it could fit, Victor felt like screaming with furious arousal, feeling his hole stretched wide before easing up as the cock pulled back. The orc fucking him was now also grunting and breathing heavy in time with his thrusting, matching the tempo of Victor's noises. Then, the orc's hands tensed in their grip on his hips, thrusting hard and deep inside as the orc ejaculated inside him with a loud throaty sound.
The orcs seated around the fire slammed their fists on the tables, hooting as the orc grunted and thrusted through the spurts of cum, ejecting deep inside of Victor's bowels. Victor also orgasmed, legs shivering intensly as the came for the second time. The orc slowly pulled out his softening cock, pulling free with a wet sound, followed by a large flood of cum splurting out of Victor's ass and splattering on the platform, with another loud groan from Victor. He shuddered and clenched, letting more cum slip out of his open asshole. His head still spinning, he noticed one of the orcs by the tables standing up and started walking towards the platform. He wasn't sure why the orcs cheered again, the intense orgasm still clouding up his mind. The orc suddenly let go of his hips, and Victor's legs were just about to buckle, too shaky to stand on his own, when another massive hand placed itself on his waist. Then, without any hesitation, the orc lined its already hard cock up with Victor's hole and pushed its way inside. Victor yelled in pure pleasure and joy as the orc thrust all the way down to the base, being slightly smaller than the orc before him, and started vigorously fucking his ass. The onlooking orcs hooted and cheered as the orc snorted and grunted, holding Victor by his waist. Victor's dripping cock bounced against his stomach, smearing a patch of his own cum onto his abdomen, grunting and moaning each time the orc's bottomed out with a forceful thrust. Rather soon, the orc gave out a roar as his thrusts sped up and he came hard inside Victor. With his rapid thrusting, he accidentally pulled out and his cock instead slipped upwards, sliding between the top of Victor's asscheeks and realeasing thick ropes of cum all over his back. More banging noises onto the table erupted along with the chatter and cheers, and Victor saw another orc approach, having already removed his clothing and his huge cock already hard. This orc grabbed hold of one of his thighs, lifting it slighty upwards so that his ass managed to spread even a bit further, and as it started fucking him the orc kept pushing deeper and deeper. His cock was as big as the first, but with the new position and second orcs eager thrusting, Victor's hole managed to loosen even further, and the orc soon thrust all the way down to a base, pulling a choked grunt from Victor. Drool ran freely down his chin as the orc fucked him hard, as stretched as he had ever been and the wood creaking loudly. Victor was so overcome with pleasure he barely even registered his third ejaculation, adding to the puddle of his cum below him.
Through his blurry vision, he saw that another orc had stood up and was eagerly jerking his growing erection while walking towards the platform. Victor desperately whimpered in between his rhytmic moans caused by every huge thrust of the orc. The new orc placed himself in front of Victor, the height of the stocks lining up perfectly with the height of the orc's crotch. The orc's massive dick was right in front of Victor's face, he could see every bulging vein and hair around the base, and all he could think to do was to open his mouth as wide as he could. The orc lined his dick up towards Victor's awaiting mouth and pushed forward. The head of the cock completely filled his mouth, unable to fit any more of it. Victor moaned around it, his eyes rolling back as he sucked and licked as much as he could while the orc shallowly fucked his dripping mouth. At the same time, the orc behind him came with a loud grunt, keeping his cock thrust as deep in as he could as he ejaculated, Victor feeling the massive shape tensing and twitching inside him. Too distracted by the efforts of sucking off the orc in front of him, Victor barely registered a new orc taking the previous' place, nor that said orc poured another bottle of oil onto his ass. Just as that orc thrust into his ass, the orc in front came, filling Victor's mouth with such an overwhelming flow of cum it went spraying out the corners of his mouth and splattering on the ground. He desperately tried swallowing what he could, but most spilled out instead from the sheer amount. The orc pulled free of his mouth with a wet noise, leaving Victor's lips wet and puffy, and another orc quickly took his place. The two orcs started thrusting in sync, fucking him from both ends to the same rapid beat. Several of the orc had now left their seats, and were lining up next to platform, waiting their turn to fuck their captured human. The sun had fully set by now, the night sky bright with stars and the camp still well lit by the large fire, as well as various lanterns throughout the village. Victor was utterly overcome by the beautiful sight of the dancing shadows and warms lights upon the large, muscular bodies of the orcs. The two orcs suddenly came in unison, the one behind thrusting so hard Victor made a choking sound that closed up his throat, accidentally sending a large amount of the cum flowing into his mouth upwards and sputtering out of his nose. The orc immediately pulled his dick out as Victor coughed and spat, his eyes watering a little as the snot, saliva and cum ran down his face.
Another orc stepped up behind him, and even though Victor's ass was now gaping wide, when the orc started pushing inside him he struggled to fit inside. The orc pulled out the tip and after being handed another bottle of oil by another orc, poured it onto and inside of Victor's ass. After tossing the bottle aside, the orc hooked both thumbs into Victor's gaping hole and spread it as much as it allowed. The orc tensed and relaxed the edge of his opening repeatedly, coaxing it more stretched bit by bit. He then pulled his thumbs out and lined up his pulsing cock to try again. He very slowly pushed inside, managing to fit nearly all of it before then starting to thrust. It started with slow, very long thrusts of almost the entire length of the cock, and as Victor's insides adjusted, he picked up the pace. Victor's mouth hung slackjawed as the orc pounded into him, whines and grunts sounding with every thust. He could feel his stomach jutting out, stretched from the inside, every time the orc fully pushed inside him. He desperately wished his hands were free so that he could feel his abdomen, feeling the cock through the skin as he was fucked so vigorously. The image of being fucked by the orc in front of a mirror, seeing his stomach bulge while being bounced on the orcs' lap sent him into another orgasm, his own dick twitching and throbbing without ejaculating. Shivers washed over his whole body, Victor moaning loudly as the orc pulled out and came onto his body. So the night continued, orc after orc taking their turn at fucking Victor. At some point Victor passed out, falling into a dreamless sleep even as an orc thrusted eagerly into him.
When he woke up a few hours later, he was still being fucked. The orc was holding him by the waist, supporting his previously limp body, snorting and grunting heavily as he pounded into him, the whole stockade swaying and creaking. The sun was starting to rise, the sky a soft yellow colour. Victor noticed his belly felt full, as if he'd eaten a meal, and based on the large amount of cum all over his body and the platform he had a pretty good guess at to why. The thought sent shivers through him, feeling his own semi-erect dick hardening once more. The orc roared loudly as he came, thrusting hard as he added to the seed that was distending Victor's stomach. He pulled out with a squelshing noise, large amount of cum splashing onto the floor below as soon as his dick was removed. Victor's asshole gaped wide open, as if a cock still remained inside him. The rim was red and puffy, and twitched from the empty sensation. Another set of shivers ran through Victor's body as loads of cum freely streamed from his open ass, his twitching insides pushing more and more out. The orc behind him still held onto his waist, snorting as he called out something in his own language. Victor saw how the other orc of the village emerged from their homes, newly awoken and dressed in fresh clothing. They all started gathering in front of the platform, taking the same seats as the night before. Two orcs jogged their way up to the stockade, exhanging some words with the orc holding Victor as one of them unlocked the clasp at the side of the stocks. They removed the top half of the stocks, and lifted Victor's body up to remove his neck and hands from the half circles. Then they lowered him down next to it, letting his body down in a kneeling exhausted pile of limbs. His whole body was sticky, both old and fresh smears of cum all over him. As he sat on the ground, one of the two orcs placed a thick metal collar around his neck, which locked shut as a slim metal chain was looped through a hoop on the side. Victor wasn't quite sure why, he was way too exhausted to move whatsoever, sitting on the wooden flooring as cum still seeped out of his wide open hole. The orc then handed the end of the chain over to the village leader, that had arrived from a large hut somewhere from behind them. The orc left the platform and took their seats among the rest of the villagers, as the leader gestured to Victor and started speaking.
As the leader spoke, the orcs started yelling back words and sentences with excitement. Many laughed and yelled among themselves too, and the leader pointed and gestured as he called back to them. Victor was confused for a while as to what was happening, but when he saw several orcs digging through leather pouches and piling golden coins onto the tables, he suddenly realized he was being auctioned off to the highest bidder. He failed to hold back a whimper and a shudder, and had he not been too tired to move, he would've started jerking himself off. His breathing was heavy as he watched on as the orcs gleefully bid for his ownership. Never in his wildest dreams could he had imagined this outcome, and he couldn't be happier.
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Victor loved his new home with the orcs. The orc that had bought him was one of the assistants to the village leader, a very large orc with bright green skin. Victor had his own section in the orcs hut that he could freely move around in. His collar stayed chained to a large metal hoop on the wall, not that he had any intention of leaving even if it wasn't. His space had plenty of animal pelts for him to comfortably sleep and rest on, and various items to entertain him when he was alone. He had managed to learn a several words of the orcs language, very quickly having learnt the ones most often used towards him as well as the one that was his new name.
When his owner arrived home from work, and called for Victor to come, he walked to the door to meet him, his chain just long enough to do. He knew the word 'eat', said both when he was served meals and when the orc presented him with his erect cock, pushing it towards his mouth for him to suck. He knew when he was told to kneel, to bend over, to present himself for his owner to fuck him. Victor was the happiest when fucked by his owner, who pounded him hard and deep, filling him with cum daily. Victor marvelled at the stamina of orcs, they would sometimes go through the entire night, leaving Victor to sleep the entire day while his owner worked as normal without any rest.
Sometimes his owner would bring him along when the leader and a few other orcs went on various missions. Victor would ride in the horse-pulled cart, leisuring as he pleased during the day. Then at night, the orcs would sit around the fire, having a meeting over dinner, while Victor was bounced on his owners lap. He would hold Victor around his waist and chest, fucking his whole body down onto his huge cock as he talked to his friends, Victor's loud cries of pleasure mixing into the conversation.
His ass remained loose at all times, accustomed to the size of the orc's cock. Victor would sigh contently each time the orc fully pushed inside him, relishing in being full to the brim with his owners dick. He placed his hands on his abdomen, feeling the hard bump jutting out as the orc grabbed hold of his shins and hoisted them into the air. He moaned loudly when the orc started moving, his whole body rocking with the slapping noises of flesh against flesh. His moans steadily rose in volume as the orc sped up, this was truly his personal heaven.