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"How are you?" Such a simple question. A polite inquiry into your life. Intended to show care, a standard social contract.

Duly Richard replied with his part of that contract, "I'm not bad." A complete and utter lie, but then who was he to fly in the face of social traditions. It had been three months since the cleansing ritual and the panda would have to admit there might be something to the traditions and beliefs of the orcs. This year had been one of the worst he could remember. His job, that had been so secure was hanging on a knife-edge. Richard's old boss had moved on and his new one was determined to establish himself as the alpha male of the office. To wit, he had put most of the office on notice that he was reviewing their work constantly and looking to 'trim the fat'.

On the same day his new boss had told him his financial security was hanging by a thread, Richard had received a phone call. Nothing unusual about that, people called all the time. Only this was not some telemarketer, it had been an administrator at his Aunt's care facility.

"It was sudden," the man had told him sympathetically. "She just went in the night. She was in her nineties after all. She had a respiratory infection, it's common among people her age. We'll be in touch soon about the arrangements." Such a short conversation to announce the end of a nearly full century of life.

Richard had been surprised by how hard it hit him. Aunt Sylvia and he had not been close. She had never forgiven him for turning out to be, in her words "a dirty faggot affront to our Lord Jesus." The last full conversation he had with her had been when she was being committed for advanced dementia. She had been losing her grip for some time, but just for a few minutes, she returned to the sharp cold woman she had always been.

It was almost like she knew this was the last time she would be herself around the nephew she had raised since the death of her brother and wife had left an orphaned child on her doorstep. She had taken his hand and looked him dead in the eye and said softly, "I will see your parents in heaven." Then she let go of his hand and added, "It'll break their hearts when I tell them that their only child turned his back on Christ and lifts his tail for other men." Then her face had softened and she had started to talk to him as if he was her father.

The panda had visited her as often as guilt forced him to. Yet never once had she known his name or face. Richard had seen to her comfort, the best he could. Selling her house and belongings, his inheritance, to pay for her care. Everything she had left him, everything his parents had left him had been swallowed up by the cost of her care. There had been just enough left to cover the costs of a small funeral with a very small amount leftover. Just the panda was there as her family and a couple of staff from the nursing home in attendance.

He had listened as a pastor he'd never met summed up her life like she was a saint. Taking an orphaned child into her heart, raising him as one of her own. Doing her best to deal with a grieving six-year-old child. If not for the service card in his paws confirming this was Aunt Sylvia's service Richard would have thought he was at the wrong funeral from the description he heard.

Though he had to wonder if maybe she had taken him into her heart. It would have explained the lack of warmth, hugs or kindness. For he had never seen any warmth in her heart. She had fed and clothed him, paid for his education. Yet he could count on one paw the number of times she had spoken kindly to him, or shown any true compassion. He was a duty to her, a chore and she made sure that he had known it.

At the end of the service, he had grabbed a handful of soil and thrown it over her coffin. Listening to the rattling sound as he stared down he wondered how long he had to stay to be polite. Not a single tear had been shed by him the entire time. He had left a few minutes later and he had not been back since. At least not in body.

"Are you listening to me?" The gruff voice cut across the panda's thoughts and he looked up at the green orc. Orick was the leader of a rather unusual tribe of orcs. So unusual they had been forced to accept Richard as their shaman. No orc shaman had been willing to deal with them. Which had worked out fine for Richard, as no other orc tribe would have accepted a non-orc shaman.

Since the cleansing ceremony at new year's, Richard had met up with the members of the tribe on occasion. However, Orick had made a point to meet the panda for coffee at least once a week. The green orc had also invited the panda to many meals. Richard had taken him up on the invite twice. Both times others from the tribe had turned up and Richard had willingly engaged in some sexual fun.

Sex was simple, easy and fun. You suck dick, lift your tail and feel like someone wants you, at least while it was happening. However, he had never whispered a word about his job or his aunt. Those were his problems and he would deal with them. The food was enjoyable too, and it was nice to be around other people. "Sorry, I got distracted?" The panda mumbled and then picked up his green tea and took a sip. It was an excuse to avoid looking Orick in the eye and he suspected the large orc might know it.

"Everything ok?" Orick asked and Richard could feel the orc's gaze fixed on him. Despite their appearance and reputation, Richard knew that most orcs were not the big dumb jocks or beasts that most people seemed to think they were. After his time with the tribe, he had found out that Orick was more astute than anyone he had ever met. The panda had also found out that the orcs tended to foster that false image of them as lumbering dumb jocks. It made it easier to surprise people, and they did regularly surprise Richard.

After three months as their Shaman, Richard pitied any fool that underestimated an orc's intelligence. "Yeah, I'm fine." Technically that was true, he had zero health concerns and he hadn't actually been fired yet. As for his aunt, well it wasn't like they had a loving or close relationship. It was easy to reason away his own problems.

Orick regarded him for a good minute or two, the silence growing moment by moment until it was almost deafening. Then he gave a slight shrug to his shoulders and said, "well, I was saying that Kornac still hasn't found a job and he was evicted on Monday. So he's sleeping in my spare room for the moment."

Richard winced to hear that, feeling doubly guilty for not having paid attention to such news. "Damn, that sucks. Jobs are hard to come by, especially these days. Maybe those ultra-conservatives are right..." the panda stopped himself, mainly because he did not really agree with what he was thinking. However, also because he recognised those words and they were his Aunt's and they tasted wrong in his mouth.

"Naw, that stuffs a bunch of Gris'cha'archt," grunted the orc as the panda frowned. His orcish was improving but he could not translate it. Given he was pretty good with orcish swears and dirty talk he was curious about the meaning. Orick clearly spotted the curious look on his face, "old orc saying. There's no easy English translation. The nearest I can translate get would be a fool's logic. Like fool's gold. Something that looks like one thing but on closer inspection is false."

"That's easy to say when your boss isn't talking about firing your entire department and hiring a bunch of immigrants for half your salary," Richard regretted the words the very instant they were let loose. Some things cannot be taken back, once they are out in the wild they cannot be corralled again and must simply be dealt with.

The orc's expression let him know he was in for a rough ride, "your boss did what?" There was a growl to the tone that any sane man would step carefully back from, make the most humble apologies and run for the hills as fast as his legs could carry him.

"I... well, not exactly in those words. Steve got a job elsewhere and my new boss is a bit of a dick," Richard mumbled embarrassed. The understatement in his words clearly being picked up on by the orc. Whose' eyes bored holes in Richard's brain and he swore he could almost see the orc reading between the lines. "He's just trying to stamp down his authority. If he was a werewolf he'd be pissing over everything to mark his turf. As it is he's just threatening everyone who Steve hired. You know what it's like."

"You said you were ok," Orick replied slowly like he was picking his words carefully. "This doesn't sound like things are ok to me."

Shrugging his shoulders, "it's not like I've actually been fired yet. Plus I've got savings to last a good six months. I'm not about to join Kornac sleeping on your sofa...well not unless you two invite me for a sleepover." The panda chuckled as he tried to turn the awkward moment into something flirty. Hoping that the orc would take up the offer, he could use a good fuck and changing the topic would be great. Orick's expression let him know that such flirtations were no good reason not to be honest with your tribe, "plus with what's left from my inheritance will probably mean another three or four months, maybe a full year. Hell, if he fires me I might take a month or two off just to like travel or something before looking for work."

"Inheritance?" Orick asked, and Richard winced. Chiding himself for forgetting just how shrewd the orc could be he mumbled, "well, my aunt died last month. I'm not exactly rich from it, most of her cash went on care and medical bills but there was a bit leftover. I was going to splash out on a holiday or something, however, I'll just keep it for now. See how things go."

The orc sat in silence for a moment, his huge muscular body not moving a single millimetre, "so the woman who raised you died a month ago and I am just hearing about it now?" Orick's tone was mostly sympathetic but Richard could detect a sharp edge in there too. He knew the orc was likely sharpening some words for a proper rebuke.

"We weren't exactly close. She never approved of me and she never accepted my sexuality," the panda explained with a light shrug of his shoulders. Trying to keep his tone light to show just how little the loss impacted him. "I hadn't really spoken to her in years, she had very severe dementia. In a way, she died a long time ago."

"I suppose I can understand that," Orick replied with a nod of his head. "Though, you are supposed to share these things with your tribe. When you became our shaman we took on some responsibility for you. Not just your health, but your happiness too. An unhappy shaman leads to an unhappy tribe. We can't have that. Especially not with the elders still stalling our application to be fully acknowledged."

"I thought they had to acknowledge you after the cleansing ceremony," observed the panda, grateful to change the topic away from his personal life.

"Yes, from a tribal law perspective. That's how new tribes form when they split. However, those tribes are all linked back to the original tribe. Which determines where they sit among the seven orc nations," Orick explained, although having undergone a lot of training to become a cleansing shaman Richard was familiar with a good portion of the tribal history and lore. "With our tribe, things are different. Since we all have different backgrounds, it gets complicated. Basically, five different orcs, five different nations and all five of them are not wanting to be the one that accepts the black mark of our membership."

"A new tribe who accepted a non-orc shaman as well," the panda noted. He'd been lucky to find any tribe willing to accept his services after facing dozens of rejections.

Giving a shrug the orc replied, "that hardly factors into it. Truth is we were all expelled, we were supposed to go back grovelling. If they accept us as a tribe then we get to put forward an elder. Plus others might follow our lead. Right now they are pissing themselves that accepting us will bring the last two thousand years worth of tradition down about their ears." As he spoke a broad grin spread across his face and he began to chuckle. "After two thousand years, our culture could use a bit of a shakeup. They can't stop us from becoming a tribe. All they can do is delay it in the end if we stick to our guns, following orc tradition they will have no choice but to accept us."

Richard couldn't help but enjoy Orick's unshakeable will and confidence. They had only known each other for a few months but he had never seen the orc let anything deter him. "Maybe they'll make you a nation all of your own." Chuckled the panda.

"Ha! Not very likely, that would mean giving us a seat at the table of the high Chiefs." The orc smirked at the prospect. "They'd have to get a longer table too. No, my guess is they will pressure my old nation to accept us. As the leader of the tribe, I add more weight to the claim that we belong with them."

"Then what?" Richard asked with revolutionary fire in his eyes.

"Then we get on with life, as a tribe. Shor can finally become bond-mate to Shasta, and the rest of us can carry on with our lives," Orick said with a shrug. "That's what this was all about, living our lives as orcs again."

"Shor's engaged?" Richard asked a little surprised. The red orc had been at the cleansing ceremony but he hadn't seen him since.

"For two years now. His mate is not willing to marry an orc without a tribe and he was never willing to beg to be let back into his old tribe," the green orc confirmed. While Richard tried to remember why Shor had been kicked out of his old tribe.

Orick smiled and waved a large hand at Richard's empty cup, "care for another?"

For a second Richard prepared the words in his head to excuse himself. Only to realise that he really wanted to stay and talk more, "sure. I've got no plans."

"Great," Orick replied as the orc waved a huge hand to catch the barista's eye. With a signal, he asked for a repeat order. Most customers would have to go order at the counter, but few people refused a polite request of an orc, lest he asks again less politely. "Now we can talk more. I would like to hear more about your aunt and your troublesome boss."

"There really isn't anything much to say." insisted the Panda squirming uncomfortably. He knew that he was not going to be able to leave without talking about at least some of this. Rather his new boss than trying to explain his rather strange relationship with the only member of his family he had really known. "He's a dick, but if he wants things to keep going he can't fire everyone."

"You think a word from a concerned tribe member might convince him to back off?" Orick's words were rumbled and Richard had no question on what was being offered. It was a wonderful mental image at least, to think of that human face to chest with the orc. Possibly all five, he knew that tribes tended to be very protective of their shamans.

However, as delicious as the mental image was, the panda knew that it would probably not help in the long run. "I appreciate the offer, but I prefer to fight my own battles." As he replied the barista arrived with their new drinks. Taking a quick sip from the hot tea Richard decided to press on. A little more honesty about his job situation and he could possibly get out without saying anything more on his aunt. "Truth is if he's going to be an unpleasant dick I should probably start looking for a new position anyway. A few of the others are doing the same. With any luck, the ass will get into trouble when half the workforce leaves because of him."

"I understand. You want any help looking? I could ask around the orc tribes, not everyone is as close-minded as the elders you know," offered the orc. Richard knew most orcs worked for the tribes in one form or another. Orick and his tribe of former exiles were among the rare exceptions. Orick had been exiled for taking a job outside of the tribes without permission of his elders.

"No, I should be fine. I've got some friends who moved, might hit up my old boss. See if he wants to take me along to his new place." Replied Richard, with a shrug and a smile. "I'll be fine. I appreciate the offer though."

"Anytime," Orick replied and just for a moment Richard expected the orc to ask about his aunt. In those purple eyes, Richard could almost see an internal argument between asking for more details and being happy that he had enough. "I'm having Kursk over for dinner and some sport this evening. Would be great if you could join us."

Richard had never been one for sports, of any type. Which is why he did not care what sport they were going to watch. However, the panda knew that it would not just be sport and food that was on the menu. Orick was a fine host and he always served up some grade-A orc meat for a visiting panda shaman. Plus the panda hadn't seen Kursk in a while and he certainly wouldn't say no to some fun with the three of them. "Sure, you want me to bring anything? Besides my sweet panda ass, that is."

Orick laughed out loud, "naw, your sweet ass is all the night is missing."

"Then it's a date," confirmed the panda. 'A date with three orc studs' the panda thought to himself, feeling his jeans tent at the prospect. It had been more than worth the awkwardness of sharing his work woes for a date like that. The two planned out a few minor details, arranging time transport and by the time they had finished they had drunk their drinks. Richard left feeling more optimistic than he had in weeks. At least for a good five to ten minutes afterwards before his mind turned to other things and his world grew a little darker.

However, there wasn't too much time to dwell on things, just a few hours later his Orge cab arrived to pick him up. He could have driven himself, but he knew there would be plenty of booze. The tribe loved their grog, even if it was stereotypical. Though, Richard had noticed that Orick would sometimes join him in some fruity sweet cider or even a cocktail. So long as there were no other orcs around.

Richard remembered his first visit to Orick's house. White picket fences, a suburban neighbourhood, predominantly occupied by human families. Orick stuck out like an orc seven-foot-tall, with dark green skin, board stomach and a habit of only wearing shorts and no shirt, would. Of course, the human reaction of snide looks and whispered comments of disapproval were utterly wasted on Orick or any orc.

It was a nice house. Large rooms, high ceilings and a big garden that was surprisingly well-tended. The driveway had two cars already filling it. With a third parked on the kerb outside. As Richard climbed out of his Orge ride he noticed an elderly human staring at him from his seat on the porch of the house opposite. Clearly, the old man was disgruntled at having such non-human neighbours and their visitors' parking up the street. The panda resisted the desire to shout out that he was going to suck all three orcs off, at a minimum. Though he would bet the guy would not approve of the orcs more open attitude to sex. In fact, he would probably have a coronary if he ever found out what happened during the week-long New Year's Cleansing.

Giving the old man a broad grin and a friendly nod he stepped away from the car just as it drove off. Laughing internally at the extra scowl he got from the old man he trotted up the driveway to the front door. He knew that inside lay, not just some friendly faces, but some very needy cocks. Something about serving the needs of others made Richard's own troubles and worries disappear, if only for a short time.

Reaching out a paw he went to knock, as his knuckles touched the wood the door pushed open a little. That surprised Richard just a little, Orick had never left the door open for him before. However, it wasn't too strange, after all, they all knew he was coming. Trotting into the kitchen, with a sixpack of strong dark ale under his arm. He always kept a supply on hand, it wasn't to his taste but most of the orcs of his tribe preferred it and he liked to be a welcoming host. A nice beer for the tribe member to drink, while he sucked his drink from whichever orcs nice member. Which meant when he got the invite to Orick's house he just had to get the cold ales out of the fridge.

Opening the door he paused at what he saw. Orick, Kornac and Kursk standing there clearly waiting for him. The lights were off with dozens of candles lit around giving the place a cosy and slightly mystic feeling. The mystic feeling was added to by the shaman robes that both Orick and Kursk were wearing. Richard was the tribe's Cleansing shaman and his duties extended to the yearly cleansing ritual. For all other Shaman duties, both Orick and Kursk were ordained to perform them. However, they never wore their robes, save for official ceremonies and as far as Richard was aware that a nice meal and fuck session was not an official ceremony.

"Welcome brother," Orick announced, his voice booming in the stunned silence. Brother was what tribe members often referred to each other, again usually in more official ceremonies. "We have gathered today to fulfil the ceremony of Ori'ch ta nutch cret." The suddenly slip into orcish threw Richard's mind. He was still very much an amateur with their tongue and more so with the dialect that Orick was using. It wasn't even the green orc's own. It was the dialist that belonged to Kursk's jungle ancestors.

"I... err, have ale," the panda mumbled in a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

Kursk muttered something into Kornac's ear and the young blue orc moved quickly, taking the ale from the panda without a word and putting it in the fridge. The light from inside momentarily illuminating the room and a little beyond, where Richard thought he glimpsed some new bit of furniture in the living room, a frame or something. However, the light vanished too quickly for him to be certain.

"Step forward brother, and let your brothers prepare you for this cleansing," Orick commanded and the mention of cleansing made Richard's heart skip a beat. He was sure the only cleansing ritual in the orc's tribal culture was the new year's one, and he was the shaman for that. However, he stepped forward anyway. Four orc hands grabbed at him and he gasped as his shirt was practically ripped from his chest. His heart raced as his jeans and underwear were stripped. Kornac kneeling before him to take his shoes and socks off one at a time. A slight yelp coming from the panda as the blue orc placed a sneaky peck kiss on his furry sheath. The sudden sensation causing it to swell as his mind reeled at the prospects of a cleansing ritual.

"No brother, now is not the time for that," Orich grunted, giving the blue orc a meaningful look. "First he must be painted and prepared." Painting of those to be cleansed was a standard part of the New Year's Cleansing ritual. However, the panda had not been on the receiving end of such a painting. Kursk's strong hand grasped his and pulled him further into the kitchen. The tiled floor cool against his paws. Stepping forward Orick dipped his fingers in some bowls on the kitchen counter. Even in the dim light, Richard could easily see the white paint on the orc's fingertips. Kursk dipped his fingers next, then Kornack. All three orcs surrounding him, an impenetrable wall of orc muscle surrounding him, towering above him.blotting out most of the flickering candlelight.

The panda jumped a little as he felt fingers touching his fur. Orick working on his chest, while Kursk worked on his shoulders. Kornack's finger was pressing into his lower back. "It's ok just relax," Orick whispered into his ear. "Just because you can't share your troubles doesn't mean your tribe can't help cleanse you of them." Richard flushed to hear that. Orick had stopped pressing him to share and decided to triple-team him instead. A change in tactic Richard wholly supported. If it led to him getting some three on one appreciation from the tribe.

Relaxing under their fingers the panda felt his excitement growing. His sheath wasn't just plump anymore, his cock had slipped free and was standing out proudly, just hoping someone would see it and give it some attention. It did not take long for its wish to be granted. Kursk slipping down to his knees, while Kornac joined him. Working on the panda's ample buttocks. Richard moaned and gasped in pleasure as he felt the thick fingers stroking down his erect shaft, teasing the glans as the orc drew some thick finger painted symbols.

Gulping he twitched, his cock screaming at him that it needed to be thrust somewhere warm and pleasant. He wondered if this was what the tribe had felt when he painted them ready for cleansing. It was both wonderful and deeply frustrating. Orick's eyes stood out slightly reflected in the candlelight. The bearded face pressing up to his suddenly, a warm kiss against his moaning unresistant lips.

The kiss seemed to be a signal to the others that the panda was ready. Because as soon as their lips met, a wonderful warmth surrounded his cock and then he felt his buttocks being pulled apart. A warm slick tongue ran up his taint and over his pucker. Swirling around and around before pushing inside, gaining entry easily. Richard cried out into Orick's mouth, but the orc held firm, keeping the kiss and sending his tongue forward to dominate the panda's muzzle.

Three orcs with clear lustful agendas working in unison. Richard did not stand a chance. Kornac's tongue feasted hungrily on his rump. The young orc's tusks scratching his buttocks lightly as his energetic tongue wormed its way deeper inside him. While before him Kursk was taking no prisoners, sucking firmly his head bobbing fast and hard. With each bob, the orc's lips pressed up to his crotch as he took the panda's entire length into his mouth. A strong hand grasped around his swinging nuts, squeezing gently and rolling them.

While Orick held him firmly in the kiss. His tongue dancing with Richard's, as the orc seemed to feed off every lustful moan and sigh the panda gave. At their mercy, there was nothing Richard could do but submit to the pleasures. Not that he was reluctant at all. His cock began to throb and he cried out loudly. Kursk's mouth increased the suction and he could feel the orc's tongue squeezing his cock as the black orc drank every drop of panda seed that he had to give. It was lucky for Richard that he had such thick fur so the orcs couldn't see the blush on his cheeks as the three of them brought him to orgasm in such a short space of time.

Orick never broke the kiss nor stopped, he seemed to feed off Richard's cries of pleasure and grow more aroused. Kursk pulled off his cock as the last drops of cum had been sucked from the panda's balls. The black orc grunted and suddenly both Orick and Kornac pulled back. Richard felt himself swaying a little in light-headed post-orgasm bliss. Fortunately, he did not have too far to sway as he was surrounded by orcs.

"Our tribesman is now prepared for the cleansing," Orick announced and as he spoke he cast off his robes to reveal his naked green body beneath. Richard's eyes marvelled at how the orc's skin seemed to glisten in the candlelight. Those robes were thick and he suspected the orc had been hot under there. His eyes wandered down to see the thick green orc meat he knew and craved so much.

A second later Kursk's robe and Kornac's clothing were cast aside. Leaving Richard surrounded by naked and aroused orcs. If every untamed horse was gathered together in one place and tied to the panda, even all of them running at once would not be sufficient to drag the panda away from where he stood. This was exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to be.

"Take him to the... altar," Orick commanded and Richard wondered exactly what he meant. However, he was given no time to wonder as Kursk grabbed his chunky form and threw him over his shoulder like he was made of feathers. The orc carried him a short distance into Orick's living room. The candlelight far behind them Richard could see almost nothing, just dark shapes. Kursk leant over and Richard felt himself laying on something soft.

Some kind of fabric and yet as he moved he felt it moving with him, and he realised he was suspended in the air. Unseen hands grabbed his feet and hoisted them up, they were fastened in that position. As the orcs grabbed his hands and lifted them up Richard finally realised what their 'altar was'. Something he had only ever seen in porn videos online, yet something he had always thought would be fun to try. His tribe was strapping him into a sex swing.

"Is... is this a real ritual?" The panda gasped as he swung gently, all four limbs trussed up, utterly defenceless against the three orcs. There was no worry in his mind, he knew that if push came to shove and he asked they would stop. Though he was also very certain that it would never come to that.

"Are you ready to be cleansed?" Orick asked loudly his voice booming out of the dark. A vague silhouette of the orc could just be made out against the glow from the candles in the distant kitchen.

"He means; are you ready to be fucked... a lot," a soft voice whispered into his ear. Richard recognised it as the youngest orc Kornac. Richard had already guessed what was about to happen and yet hearing it somehow made it so much more real and delicious.

"I am ready to be cleansed!" The panda squealed enthusiastically. "Very ready, like really really ready. Ever-ready in fact. So badly in need of a good hard... cleansing, for I am a dirty dirty panda!"

A chuckling orc voice replied, "a simple yes, is more traditional. In that case, as the head shaman, it falls to me to..."

"Lube!" Kursk's voice barked out loudly making Richard jump. Bringing the panda and the other two orcs back to reality. Taking an orc cock raw was not beyond Richard's abilities, he had proven that to himself and at least two of the orcs present. However, just a little more preparation would make things far more comfortable for him.

"Oh shit, sorry I forgot," Orick mumbled in reply.

"Where did you put the bottle?" Kornac's voice asked and Richard had to suppress a giggle as he thought of the three orcs groping around in the dark desperately.

"It's on the coffee table, but be careful it's next to..." Orick's voice was cut off by a thump, followed by a chink and then a string of orcish curse words. The room suddenly filled with the scent of fermented grapes. Richard guessed there had been a bottle of red wine on the table.

"Shit, sorry! Do you think it'll stain?" Kornac's voice mumbled.

"Red wine on a cream carpet... I'm sure it'll be fiiiine!" Even if the accent had not given Kursk away the amusement in his tone would have. As the only orc neither responsible for the wine or owning the carpet he was the only one placed to laugh. "We can deal with it after the... ceremony. Now pass the lube. I'll get his ass ready, while you two find some towels and clean up that mess."

Richard heard some grumbled words being mumbled. However, it seemed like Kurk's suggestion was agreed to. Not that it mattered too much, whatever happened the panda knew he would not be getting out of the sling before the three orcs had given him their fill. After spending a week draining the entire tribe, Richard knew that meant it was a good thing the sling was actually quite comfortable and supportive because he would be in it for several hours. He decided his best course of action was to go with the flow.

Muffled thuds of heavy feet on carpet getting closer signalled the orc's return. In the darkness the sound of lube squirting into a palm was thunderous. Richard could guess the orc was not going to skimp on the valuable substance. He gasped as a firm hand grabbed his thigh and he was pulled gently forward. Strangely he noticed the lack of sound, he had expected clinks of chains that he had seen used on many a sex swing. He guessed the orcs must have opted for use of ropes instead. Which was a good thing, he didn't want their fucking of him to sound like the armies of a dozen Dickensian ghosts dragging their chains down to hell. This way the only sounds would be the smack of body against body, and the cries of pleasure of those using and being used.

That observation flashed through his brain and in the blink of an eye he forgot all about it. As two thick fingers were pressed to his exposed pucker and his experience ring opened up around them. A soft moan escaped his lips as those fingers lit a needy fire inside him, sure as if they had struck a match instead of spreading a thick coating of lubricant. The cooling of the liquid tingled wonderfully and in his stomach, he felt the familiar nervous excitement that he felt every time he was with a lover. The sure and certain knowledge that he was going to be fucked, over and over. His balls were tingling with the need to be emptied again and his mind buzzed in the certain knowledge that they would be.

"Mmm nice and tight," Kursk's voice purred out as his fingers roughly fucked the panda's hole. Richard blushed and moaned feeling those fingers inside him wriggling and reminding him of what was to come.

"Tight and ready," the panda moaned out desperately. "To be cleansed that is." Richard paused for a moment and then added quietly. "Is... is this really a tribal ritual?" At that moment Richard noticed the tiny bit of light cast by the candles had gone, presumably blow out by the orcs or simply burnt out on their own.

Pulling his fingers out of Richard's ass, the orc responded with a grunt. Something warm and smooth pressed up against the panda's slick entrance. From the darkness, a voice whispered, "does it matter?"

Writhing in the swing, trying to push himself against the orc cock he could feel teasing his entrance, "n... not really."

"Then just go with it," Kursk replied and he gave Richard no time to respond. Two powerful hands grabbed at his chunky thighs and pulled hard. At the same time as the orc thrust forward with all his considerable might. That thick black length had been the first inside him on the New Year's cleansing ritual. It was one of the thickest and longest of the tribe's, and of any lover, Richard had ever taken. Feeling something so thick ramming inside into him the panda squealed in delight.

Richard felt himself bouncing slightly. The motion of the swing taking him naturally away and then the momentum bringing him back. Kursk's hands used that momentum pulling him faster onto the thick length that speared his insides apart. A deep satisfied grunt echoing out around the room. The orc stuffed him full over and over, finding the rhythm quickly and easily. Using the swing's momentum to add power to his thrusts and hardly bothering to pull back, as the smack of their hips colliding naturally bounced the panda back.

Moaning and crying out Richard felt his cock growing tumescent with need and yet with his hands bound inside the sling, he could not answer its desperate pleas. Instead, he just cried out in pleasure over and over. Feeling that thickness rutting into him over and over, the thickness easily accommodated and yet ever welcome inside him. While from the blackness he could hear Kursk's deep voice grunting and groaning lost to the pleasure of his body.

With each passing moment, the black orc seemed to pick up the pace. His thick meat jackhammering into the panda spreading his needy hole wider and wider. Richard bit his lip, his needy cock screaming in his mind. While inside him, the sensations of the thickness sliding around, ramming hard into something inside him that tickled. The odd sensation of almost flying as the swing rocked back and forth. All of it mixed with the wonderful knowledge that this was just the beginning, the overture and that the full symphony would last hours. His voice lifted up louder, singing out with cries and words begging for more, harder, faster.

Krusk clearly heard those pleas, or maybe the orc's own body was making similar demands. For he fucked forward with pure bestial abandon, giving the young panda everything he had. Stuffing his thick meat as deep inside the bear as he could. His voice ever lifted up with panted grunts and snarls. Richard felt drops landing on his stomach, orc sweat or drool he wasn't such which or it could have been both. It did not matter as the sensation just raised his desires as his panda cock bobbed unattended in the black night air. Dribbles of precum landing in his fur, warm and slick, running across his chubby body and pooling in his navel.

Struggling against his restraints a little, Richard cried out in frustrated pleasure. Just a single stroke of his cock is all it would take to push him over the edge. Yet the orc just kept rutting, over and over. The thick meat pistoning in and out as Kursks gruff voice groaned and gasped at the pleasure of the panda squirming around him. With each thrust Richard rocked and swung effortlessly, adding to the not inconsiderable thrusting power of the orc. His own weight driving him down onto the thrusting shaft, forcing it hilt-deep inside him.

Still, he could get no relief. Kursk's cock tickled spots inside him and with each thrust, his need grew. His cock shot forth more and more precum. Richard's mind was gone, he was lost to the lust and pleasure of the moment. All he knew was the pleasure inside him and the screaming need for release. He struggled more and more, to no avail the leather straps fastened to his wrists and ankles held him tightly.

Just as it seemed like the teasing was to go on forever, Kursk's voice lifted up in a brutal dominant roar of pleasure. The orc's hands grasped his thighs extra tightly and using strength and power Richard had never felt before the orc thrust home inside him, releasing a torrent of warm soothing orc seed. The black orc snarled and grunted as he roughly fucked every drop into the panda. His extra rough actions somehow causing the dam inside Richard to break. He screamed out in pleasure as his cock throbbed shooting forth a thick heavy jet of pent up panda cum. It splashed all over his chest and up to his chin.

Richard didn't notice the drops as they landed on his fur. He was far too lost to the pleasures and sensations, to the huge rush of endorphins as they flooded his mind. He hung there limply rocking back and rock as Kursk pulled his drooling shaft out of the panda's ass. Richard could feel a warm trickle running down his buttocks and dripping onto the towels beneath.

While the panda sighed and rested in the swing his ears picked up Kursk's voice in the dark, "ok, who's next?"

"I was supposed to be first," a slightly annoyed Orick's voice replied. Strong hands grasped his feet and then stroked down his calves and onto his inner thighs. "We are all here to cleanse you of this great burden you have accepted. Accept our offerings and feel the blessing of your tribe... again." Even in the dark, Orick's pointed tone let the panda know the orc was not amused at having to go second. The words he guessed were supposed to be spoken before anyone had touched his ass. However, the panda had no complaints, his entire body was still basking in the afterglow. Richard's spent cock flopped over his stomach drooling more onto the mess of his stomach.

A moment later he felt it; a second thick and welcome orc cock. Orick's entrance was far easier after the reaming Kursk had given him. Richard moaned softly as he felt the orc meat slide into him, a welcome familiar friend that his body clung to. His cock twitched at the pleasurable sensation and he felt himself starting to rock in the swing gently. Moaning in pleasure as the orc began to rock his hips. The swing once more setting off into a nice pendulous motion. While Orick's moans of pleasure started to fill his ears and his mind.

There was something wonderful about the sound of another male lost to the pleasure of his body. He moaned in response, feeling his spent cock springing back to life. Although he was still bound and unable to touch it. "Fuck!" Orick moaned as his thrusting suddenly kicked up a notch. The orc's hands reached down to grasp his flanks firmly, pulling him back hard into the thrusting meat.

"P...please.... Faster," Richard's voice whimpered out and he heard a chuckle in the dark.

"As you wish," Orick's voice replied and a second later the orc's thrusting went from zero to a thousand. Richard felt the smack of orc hips on his ass reverberating through his entire body. The swing bucked and twisted a little. If not for the firm grip of the orc on his body, Richard knew he might have twisted out of the sling to dangle most uncomfortably from his bound limbs. With Orick's hands grasping him desperately tightly, there was no fear of that.

His insides sang out in pleasure as they accepted the thick orc meat that reamed his depths. Such a wonderful and familiar sensation, one he never tired of. Yet once more his own cock was left untouched, begging and throbbing in the dark. As the orc took what pleasure he wanted from the panda, in the full and safe knowledge that Richard had asked for it.

Squirming against his restraints instinctively as he tried to reach his needy cock. It was just as futile as it had been with Kursk, he was at Orick's mercy and the orc was proving to be merciless in his breeding of the panda. Grunts and moans of a dominant orc echoed through the room as Orick took the younger male with everything he had. Richard was certain nothing had been held back, his ass burned with the heat of the orc's hips smacking off his.

Then amid the deep powerful rutting, a surprising sensation in the dark. A warm broad tongue suddenly licking. Not over the cock that so desperately wanted attention. But the soft padded soles of his left foot. The unexpected pleasant tickling sensation causing Richard to cry out. In the darkness, he had no idea if it was Orick or one of the others. With the candles blown out and heavy curtains drawn, the room was in pitch darkness. Maybe the orcs would be able to see, they had far better night vision than other species. However, For Richard the world was black and somehow that made focusing on the feelings and sensation so much easier.

He suppressed a giggle as the tongue lapped over again and again. His leg was brushing up against Orick's thrusting body constantly and he guessed it was the orc who was using the darkness and the panda's prostate and bound body to indulge a little kink. It was not an unpleasant sensation by any standards. The feel of the tusks on his sole lightly scratching and tickling was a wonderful addition to the pleasure of his used hole being taken.

Richard could feel the grunts of pleasure as Orick took his toes into his mouth and sucked softly. Huffs of hot breath flowing over his foot and then suddenly the sensation was gone. Orick clearly having indulged his kink enough, returned his full attention to his duties, to cleanse his tribemate. Roaring with animalistic pleasure he redoubled his thrusting efforts. The panda cried out lost of the bliss, his mind once more lost to the lust and his cock screaming and begging for a release that he feared might never come.

Then out of nowhere a hand suddenly grasped his aching rod. Just a single touch, one small stroke was all it took. Richard came, thrusting up into that hand, screaming in carnal bliss as his cock sprayed jets of his cum over his bound body. Orick roared in pleasure, as Richard clamped down instinctively around the cock inside him. A second later he felt the thickness inside him throbbing and the telltale warm tickle of jets of cum flooding and washing his insides.

Panting and gasping, Richard hung limply once more. If his limbs had not been bound they would have flopped lifelessly down to the floor. The hand left his cock and he still had no idea whose it was. It could have been any one of the three orcs. Panting heavily he moaned as Orick's softening cock was pulled from his cum filled hole.

It was less than ten seconds before he felt someone else grasping his legs. In the pitch blackness, he could still not see exactly who. Though he was fairly certain that it would be Kornac. The youngest member of the tribe, he had waited his turn and the panda would not be surprised to find out that the helping hand had been his. A little nudge to help his elder finish and to get his own turn cleansing the panda.

Richard's suspicions were confirmed by the eager thrusting of a cock inside him. It lacked the girth of Kursk and the length of Orick. However, was still a wonderful and welcome guest inside him. The blue orc was possibly the sweetest of the tribe. Throughout the New Year's Cleansing ritual, he had asked Richard many times if he was ok. As if worried that a non-orc could not handle the duties. Moaning as he felt the cock ram inside him, Richard smiled. He had proven to them all he could handle a lot more than anyone would have guessed. The average guy on the street would not have guessed that the panda could take not one but two orc cocks back there at once.

The lustful moans and pants of the young male were music to his hears. Far less controlled that his elders he put every feeling and sensation into his moans. Richard loved it, it was music to his ears a filthy sonata to his ass that brought him so much pleasure. His own voice lifting up to make it a duet.

However, a hand on his cheek stopped him as his head was gently but firmly turned to the side. A musky thickness was pressed to his lips and he opened his mouth eagerly. Taking that thick orc meat into his mouth hungrily. Moaning with joy as he was taken from both ends at once. Laughing a little at how easily he could identify Kursk's cock by taste. Some day he would have to get the tribe to let him do a full blindfold taste test to see if he could identify each orc by the taste of their cocks. That silly thought was but a brief distraction though as Kursk thrust forward and his mouth was suddenly as stuffed full as his ass.

Kornac lacked the control and patience of his elders. He had also been waiting for the longest. Thus the blue orc was already thrusting at his full pace. Kursk wasted no time matching the young orc thrust for thrust. Richard moaned and groaned, timing his breaths between thrusts. While he still hung there restrained and at they mercy. His sore cock was painfully erect at being used by two such wonderful lovers.

The panda doubted that a third load could be coaxed, without aid, from his spent manhood and aching balls. However, this time help was not far away. Richard screams of pleasure were muffled by Kursk's thick and thrusting cock. While he felt a wonderful warmth surrounding his cock, a broad strong tongue lapping up the shaft and stroking over his glans, teasing across his coronal ridge.

The mouth around his cock began to bob, fast and suck so firmly the sensation was on the very edge between pleasure and pain. While Kornac thrust wildly, panting and groaning. Crying out in bliss as Richard felt him fuck his cum deep into his well-fucked ass. Richard moaned and squealed, yet never stopped sucking on the cock in his mouth.

With his mouth full and unable to give any warnings, the panda could do nothing but submit to the pleasure inflicted on his body. Screaming out around the cock breeding his mouth, he came into the mouth around his cock. Two strong hands suddenly grasped his cheeks and that thrusting cock in his mouth was thrust forward hard. Instinctively Richard relaxed his throat and that thick tip pressed right in and he found his muzzle buried in a hairy orc crotch.

Kursk's deep voice bellowed in bliss as Richard felt that cock in his throat throbbing. The orc's cum jetting right down his throat and into his belly. As the panda lay still accepting his fate he felt his lungs start to burn. Richard held on as long as he could, but soon with his lungs aching and his head spinning he whimpered and struggled a little. His message was received and a second later the thick drooling meat was pulled from his mouth, drooling a line of orc cum over his tongue and down his chin.

"Well, that was a good start," Orick's voice announced from the dark and Richard rejoiced to hear it, even in his exhaustion. He knew the night was just starting.

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Indeed, the night turned out to be a long one. Richard was eventually freed from the sling and the lights were turned on. Coated in sweat and cum, not all his own, the panda had felt the need to shower.

Richard lingered under the hot stream for far longer than he needed to get clean. His ass was aching and he knew he would be sore for days. Good sore though, soreness that he would think back on what made him ache and have to hide his tent from anyone nearby. Emerging from the shower he realised his clothes were still in the kitchen where the orcs had stripped him. Orick did not have a proper fur dryer which meant Richard would take hours to dry and that could get chilly.

Making an executive decision he figured that Orick, as host, owed him for not seeing to his guest's needs fully. Therefore, the orc's large fluffy green bathrobe was fair game for him to wear. The huge garment came down to his feet and even once wrapped around and tied at the waist still hung very loose from his ample frame.

Wandering out he found Kursk and Kornac sitting on the sofa, the blue orc was snuggled up cutely against the ample stomach of the older orc. The T.V. was on and they were watching a roundup of the day's sports. Each one had a bottle of the ale in their hand. The ale that Richard had brought, the panda noted.

Orick was conspicuous by his absence. Catching Kursk's eye the panda asked with a look where the green orc was. Gesturing with his bottle towards the back door, Kursk let the panda know the orc was outside.

The stars were out in their millions, not a cloud in the sky. Which explained the chill in the air on a clear spring night. Pulling the thick bathrobe around him, he walked to a small bench in the middle of the orcs garden. The cold air biting at his lungs and yet refreshing them too. His breath misting up slightly and then he caught the scent of smoke.

As if to confirm his suspicions, Orick suddenly leaned his head back and blew an impressive smoke ring up into the night air.

"Those things'll kill you," observed the panda as he sat down on the wooden bench beside the orc.

"I know, but they taste great. Perfect for a night like this. Keep you warm too," chuckled the orc as he glanced at the panda fully wrapped up. "I hope my robe is comfortable." He observed with a wry smile.

"Yes, very," Richard confirmed shamelessly. "So, can I ask... that wasn't a real ritual was it?"

Orick gave him a curious look and then asked: "Why do you say that?"

"Oh a few reasons, firstly, I spent a long time researching orc tribe cleansing rituals and none of them mentioned anything but the New Year's cleansing."Replied the panda. "Plus, well you didn't really end it, you just let me off the swing. Excellent addition to your furniture by the way. I predict many years of happy ownership. Also, those drawings you guys did, well you and Kursk did good work. However, Kornac just wrote cock goes here and drew an arrow to my ass. I saw it in the mirror before I showered. Plus a ceremony of Ori'ch ta nutch cret, translates as we're going to fuck you so hard you will barely be able to walk."

The green orc half choked on his cigar as he laughed, "that little blue bastard." He laughed, "ok, well I will admit it's not exactly a ritual cleansing, not by the book and I don't know the official orcish name for it. However, the Spring Cleansing ritual is a very ancient custom no longer practised. Although... we changed it quite a bit."

"I assume the ancient orcs didn't have a sex swing," observed the panda with a chuckle.

"No, just an altar." Orick reached out a huge arm and placed it around the panda's shoulders. Richard accepted the embrace happily given the cold night air. Resting his head on the orc's warm chest. "The Spring Cleansing traditionally was to help a cleansing shaman who is struggling with the burdens the tribe has given him. However, it didn't involve fucking him, or any fun stuff really. The shaman would be tied down and bled for hours until he almost lost consciousness. Then the blood would be taken and boiled down to ash, mixed with wine and fed back to him. The idea is they take the evils out and sort of purify them before giving them back. Supposed to make things easier for the Shaman. Though it was banned hundreds of years ago because the shamans would sometimes die. So I changed it up. We were going to feed you a glass of red to end the cleansing, but clumsy Kornac ruined that."

"So instead of ritual bleeding on an altar, you tied me to a sex swing and took turns fucking me?" Richard asked and then laughed. "Excellent changes, I fully approve. You must have gone looking quite deep into ancient orc lore to find that gem."

"Actually, my grandfather told me about it," the green orc replied. "He used to be a shaman and an elder. He'd sit me on his knee and tell me about all the old ways. I used to enjoy it, especially as the longer he talked the longer I had before I had to go home. My father and I never saw eye to eye."

"I... don't remember my father," Richard was more shocked to say those words than Orick was to hear them. The panda never shared much and yet cuddled up with the orc he had come to like so much, his body sore and yet satisfied. Somehow it felt right to say it. "My parents died when I was young. I don't really remember them. My aunt, she raised me. However, she never approved of me and we never had what you would call a loving relationship."

For a few minutes, the two sat in silence, just soaking in the night air while Richard felt his emotions stirring. "She did her best, I guess, maybe she just didn't have it in her to love a gay nephew. If I'd been straight, maybe things would have been better. "" I'll see your parents in heaven and it'll break their hearts when I tell them that their only child turned his back on Christ and lifts his tail for other men." Those were the last words she spoke to me."

"That's fucked up," observed Orick, not entirely helpfully.

"That's me, fucked up and well up for the fucking," snorted the panda as he stared at the stars. "Thing is, I never knew my parents, I don't have much to hold on to. However, I have to wonder if she was right; would my parents be ashamed of me?" The panda whispered softly as he closed his eyes. "Do they look down with love or disappointment. As an orphan, you tell yourself all sorts of stories about what your parents are like, how much they would love you. How better your life would be with them in it. Now the only person who knew them is gone and I didn't even trust her when she was alive. So.. there you go, that's what going on. That's what I've been thinking about. You wanted to know right? Any wise words?"

Richard knew he was being a little unfair. However, Orick had been pushing to drag these details out and now they were out Richard knew he would have to deal with them emotionally. The orc could damn well help him, that's what they said tribes were for.

"Well, I'd like to say your Aunt was talking out her ass, but you know I can't," Orick replied his words slow as if pondering each one before he said it. "However, I'd say whatever they think, their son is a wonderful person, one I am proud to know. Maybe your aunt didn't know everything. Even if she knew their thoughts before they died, she can't have known how they would have grown, changed. Having a son come out might have changed their perspectives. Nobody can really say.

I ain't a great thinker or theologian. However, there is nothing like the loss of someone you love for putting things in perspective. You lost them, and they lost you. My bet is they would give anything to find their son again, and not care too much about his sexuality." Orick finished his speech and shrugged his shoulders. "Or maybe I am just an optimistic person and I think it doesn't hurt to assume the best. Dunno if that helps."

Opening his eyes the panda slipped his arms around the orc and clung to him tightly, enjoying the warmth and presence of the other. "I dunno either, to be honest. Though, I feel better for talking about it."

"It's good that I finally found out what I have to do to get you to open up," the orc replied and then asked. "Are you holding down any other secrets we could repeat this ritual to extract?"

Laughing softly Richard replied, "I'm sure I have a few more dark secrets, or maybe not. You will just have to tie me to the swing again and see." The two laughed softly as the stars above them shimmered and the night drifted on.

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