After slaughtering the fighting men of the village, and the old men and anyone else unsuited for fun, the warriors had rounded up the men eligible for bedding. They were going to have a grand old time tonight. Human boys were so cute, so soft and abusable!
Rhyf pulled the cutie, whom she and Ankee had caught, by his cock. "You've got a nice one . . . but aww, aren't you excited? *laugh*"
"Don't worry, darling," said Ankee, "we have remedies for that."
The boy, for the hundredth time, begged for mercy.
"You don't think it'll be good?" Ankee asked. "You might be surprised." She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm gonna make you cum so hard!"
He whimpered, like she'd promised to hurt him like he'd never been hurt before. Well . . .
"Whaddaya got there, girls!" barked Grumrul as they passed. She and Simvaz were eyeing their price with evident lustful envy.
"A little toy," replied Rhyf. "Prettiest one we could find."
"I'll say!" Gumrul grinned hungrily as she eyed the boy up and down.
"No fair," cried Simvaz. "We wanna join!"
"Sure," replied Ankee. "There's plenty to go 'round!" She gave his cock a slap, and they all howled with laughter. Except him, he howled with pain and fear. Very promising. "Together we give him the time of his life!"
"Yeah," agreed Simvaz, coming over to cup his pretty little face in her big paw. Then caress his nice body. "We'll show you a real good time!" They would hurt him just a little, to get in the mood. Then rape him. And perhaps just a little bit of torture . . .
Their laughter and his pathetic whimpers accompanied them as they dragged the boy into the nearest building.
Joff cried and whimpered and moaned and pleaded hopelessly into the big rough hand pressed hard over of his mouth. His wrists and ankles tied to the legs of the table and the four strong Orcs held him down while they abused him.
Had never been with a girl. And now his first sexual experience was getting gang-raped by these abominations!
Two or the Orcs were hard at work on his genitals, one cupping his balls with one hand and jerking the shaft of this erect cock with the other. The second Orc was fiercely rubbing the tip. The intensity of the coarse hands violating his sore flesh was enough to take his breath away. Before this they had beaten his cock with a whip, taking great joy in his pain and distress.
The two other monsters were touching his nipples, which made the feeling on his cock even worse, particularly the head. At least they used oil, although it seemed to be the oil they used which was causing this disgusting arousal that had taken over him, and that achingly hard erection between his legs.
He hated himself that his body was reacting like this! And as hard as he did try to fight it, he felt he was soon going to cum. From the scalp to the tip of his toes he could feel the orgasm building. It was going to be intense!
The Orcs could see this too. They were loving his anguish, leering down at him and laughing their awful laughter. "Cum for us, boy! Let's hear you cry!"
Their cruelty was appalling. But then it only aroused him more!
And then his body convulsed, a cry erupting from deep within. Cum squiring out with enormous pressure. The pleasure was incredible, but the horrific circumstances rendered it utterly torturous. He hated it! Hated it! Hated his body, hated himself.
The Orcs laughed, handling him all the harder.
Hands relentless on his cock and balls. A finger rammed deep inside his ass. He was so violated, so utterly helpless.
"Pretty little thing with a pretty cry!"
He could not stop it. Shaking, twisting, jolting, bucking. The horrible orgasm seemed to last and last, and the coarse hands on his increasingly sensitive parts kept tormenting him. Fingernails applied to the cockhead.
Finally they whipped him some more. His cock and balls. Leather straps pelting his vulnerable flesh. It was unbearable.
Then they stopped, leaving him sobbing and shaking, breath so hard it hurt.
"Now you are ready for us."
One stepped to stand over him, he found himself staring up at its bare cunt. The smell was foul. The Orc grabbed his face and and grated, "You lick, you live." And squatted down over his mouth.
As horrified and disgusted as he was, he saw no choice but to open his mouth and do what he could. He felt like retching. The taste was disgusting. It wasn't just that it was dirty, but these monsters, it seemed, tasted most foul.
"Harder!" The Orc grabbed his throat.
Holding his tears and his vomit he did what he could.
Meanwhile another Orc sat on his cock and started riding it. While he had never been inside anyone, he imagined the feeling was much the same as with a human. Hot and compressed. But the beating and rough treatment he'd received made it painful, burning his delicate skin. The horror of being raped by a monster didn't help at all!
There was nothing he could do but try and weather the abuse. At least---
He cried as something cold was rammed hard into his anus.
The Orcs laughed. "Take it like a good boy!"
The one on his mouth twisted his nipples violently. "And keep your mouth working!"
And that's what he did, even as his anus was getting raped now too, with who knew what. The Orc on his face kept touching his nipples, and soon he felt there was another orgasm building up, one even stronger than the last.
He could hold his tears no longer.
"Aww, he's bawling!"
The horrid creatures laughed. And they kept raping him.
The terrified, humiliated, agonized Joff wondered what they would still do. But then the horrible orgasm took him and he could not think anything at all.