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Floating ominously above the Plaguelands rests Acherus, one of the many ziggurats where Death Knights are reborn and trained. The orc Ryker steps on the platform as he feels the wind rush around him before being quickly transported up to the ziggurat.

The lich, Amal'thazad floats at the entrance, awaiting the presence of the death knight he requested.

Ryker steps forward to the looming lich, "You requested my summon, Lich Amal'thazad?"

The lich curls his fingers, examining his boney claws before shifting his attention to the well-built physique of the man before him, "That is correct, Ryker. You have proven to be among the fastest learners I've seen in many years. Strange as I haven't seen many orcs either. You have certainly caught my eye."

Ryker kneels respectfully, "I'm glad to be of interest to you. I will not hesitate to push myself further."

Amal'thazad's skeletal face beams through his inherent boney gauntness, "I don't often hear someone so willing to unite their body with the Ebon Blade. You are truly a remarkable soldier, few adjust to their new strength and skills so swiftly."

The lich pauses, maintaining his silent hover as he continues glancing over the orc.

Ryker keeps his head lowered, "Thank you, Amal'thazad, but is there something you wanted?"

The robed skeleton remains silent for another moment, "Yes, actually... I'm sure instructors Thorval and Alistra have already taught you some, but I have different methods of teaching my students, and this one, in particular, is especially... alternative. I have been meaning to conduct a little research. You are the perfect specimen to participate in such a study. If you would be so compliant as to join me in my... study, we can get on with this hands-on undertaking."

Ryker grins triumphantly, "I'll be more than happy to display my strengths. I take it you're impressed?"

Amal'thazad curls into hints of a grin, "You could say that. I do admire your boldness. You certainly seem to carry an air of confidence with yourself, especially in competitions with other trainees."

Ryker rises to his feet, "What can I say? I enjoy showing the others how to get things done, and there's nobody else who can fight better than I have."

Amal'thazad curls his fingers, tapping the underside of his ivory jaw, "I do admire that about you. It'll make this experiment all the more... insightful. Let's not waste any more time. This way, Ryker."

Ryker follows the lich through a hallway inside the ziggurat until he reaches the interior of a small room. The room is mundane, evidently a bedroom considering the wardrobe and queen-sized bed in the corner.

The lich closes the door behind Ryker after allowing the orc to enter first. In an instant, the room cools with a deathly chill, more so than the cold embrace of the afterlife. A subtle scent hits his nostrils, it's something rotten, masked by a floral scent.

"So, Ryker..." Amal'thazad starts. "I've seen your displays of arrogance. Your wanton foolhardiness is quite remarkable. It is justified, mind you, but..."

The lich circles his hand into the air as a translucent sphere congeals into reality, "Well, I wanted our students to remember that competition is fine, but there's also a lesson of humility to remember."

The orb shifts until a pupil within it fixates onto the muscular orc, his legs now frozen to the ground.

The lich approaches Ryker, scratching the underside of his jaw as the orc gives a small huff in retort.

The lich tilts his head as he traces his boney finger along Ryker's thick, hairy body, "So young, so bold... Truly a fine specimen, and I couldn't ask for a better student to make an example out of."

He wastes no time disrobing the burly man, allowing his flaccid length to hang loose for all the viewers on the other side of the scrying orb to observe.

Ryker blushes intensely, to the lich's amusement, "Your lack of complete resistance tells me all I need to know, young one... Dare I say... I can tell you're interested in the idea? Perhaps you like being put on display for all your admirers to see."

Amal'thazad reaches his hand down to grope at Ryker' manhood, causing it to slowly rise to erection, "Perhaps there's still heat to be had within the chill of my presence. I do like the energy you're giving off, Ryker."

Ryker' chest begins to heave with the efforts of his breath, the icy grasp of Amal'thazad's touch causing him to quiver with anticipated chills.

Amal'thazad continues stroking the turgid length eagerly, "It's been far too long since I've had one of these... and it's been quite some time since I last had the chance to touch one. How generous of you to be such a willing student. I'm glad you've been so perfectly preserved, Ryker. Once I have finished, I'll make sure you'll be fresh forever. "

Ryker finally speaks up, "What are you going to do? How exactly am I going to be made an example out of? By showing my girth to everyone?"

Amal'thazad scoffs, sliding him to the wall before bringing a duo of chain cuffs, locking him to the wall, "You could say that. While you may consider it to be impressive, I'm showing everyone that no matter how big you think you are, how strong you may imagine yourself to be. We can all fall. We can all succumb."

Ryker shifts in his bindings. The chains are unnatural sturdy despite the orc's obvious physical strength. He takes another sharp breath as Amal'thazad once again runs his fingers along Ryker's body.

He gives a soft croon as he runs his finger through the chiseled abs, admiring the gentle crease and crevasse between every inch of defined musculature.

"You can't tell me that you don't enjoy the aspect when every inch of your flesh tells me to go further. Perhaps you want everyone to see you in such a vulnerable state. After all, no amount of armor can protect anyone forever, we all have our moments to be... vunlerable. Exposed..."

The lich shifts his boney fingers to Ryker's length, gently stroking his manhood as it rises to a full, throbbing mast. The orc tenses slightly as a small stream of precum drips onto Amal'thazad's finger.

Amal'thazad chuckles softly, "So eager... so virile. Why don't I dampen these feelings? How would you like being out of control of your maleness?"

In an instant, a viscous, black hand emerges from a pool beneath the lich. It launches upward, locking its grasp around the base of Ryker's erection, cupping his dense balls as well.

Ryker moans as the icy grip of death and decay keeps its vice-like hold on him. He reflexively thrusts into the hand but is unable to sate his needs.

"Be a good student. You will cum only when I let you."

Ryker gives a forceful grunt as Amal'thazad returns gently caressing his now swollen balls. He rubs the orbs between his fingers, "I wonder how a orc would respond to pressure. Does it build up? How would you achieve release? Perhaps a true warrior can break out of your binds through force. Think you're strong enough for that, Ryker?"

Ryker tenses, his manhood still throbbing with need. "I... I can do anything! Just... ngh... Watch me!"

The lich chortles slightly, dragging the orc's body from the wall. Ryker can feel his limbs stretch slightly as the chain glides up the ceiling until the lich locks him in place before shifting behind him, pressing himself against the wall.

Amal'thazad caresses Ryker's face, parting the orc's hair from his eyes, "Still so valiantly bold, young student. I do admire your dedication. You have a warrior's determination. I like that about you."

The lich forcefully grips Ryker's jaw, forcing him to face the scrying eye, "How about you show your audience how much of a valiant fighter you are?"

Keeping Ryker locked within his hand, Amal'thazad slowly his free hand to the orc's raging erection. Wrapping his boney fingers around the turgid girth, he slowly begins stroking, using the drooling precum as lubrication.

Amal'thazad brings the tip of his index to prod at the slit of Ryker's glans, "I wonder if your seed still carries that salt I still remember all those years ago. Even through my grip, you are stubborn... Still releasing your seed."

He pulls out his finger, bringing along a stream of precum before resuming his rhythmic stroking.

Ryker continues panting heavily, pained by the grip on his manhood. He thrusts eagerly into the lich's fingers, desperate for more attention.

Amal'thazad tightens his grip on the orc's girth, "Now, now. While you are bold, you lest not forget who's the instructor here. We wouldn't want Thorval or Alistra seeing how bad of a student you are, would we?"

He glances toward the orb, "Though, something tells me they already know..."

Ryker holds his mouth agape, his heavy, panting breaths crystallizing in the frigid air around him. His pained grunts coax the lich in increasing the pace of his taunting strokes.

Ryker moans softly, his erection twitching madly with addled lust. His dick is leaking a constant stream of precum, desperate for release, but unable to achieve climax. The orc begins grunting with force, shaking within his chains, trying to break out. His teeth begin to grit as the heat within his loins sets his body aflame.

Amal'thazad leans closer, pressing himself against the student, "Go on, prove your mettle. I want to see what you're made of. See if your maleness is enough to surmount my magic. I can feel how much you need to prove yourself, but do you think you can prove yourself to me?"

With a ferocious roar, Ryker breaks out of the frozen chains, grabbing his erection with both hands as he ardently strokes himself.

"Yes!" Amal'thazad retorts, "Give in! You're so close! Show your students why your name has meaning!"

Ryker grunts forcefully as the viscous, shadowy grip of death tightens further on him. With a determined thrust, the orc breaks free of the grasp as waves of ecstasy coarse through him, rocking his very being.

Amal'thazad coos warmly, clutching the orc as he continues stroking his throbbing length.

Wave after wave of seed arc through the air in front of him, painting the scrying orb as the high of the climax begins to fade into a dull throb.

Ryker continues panting, completely spent from the rigorous endeavor.

Amal'thazad smiles, "You are quite the warrior. I can't remember the last time a student managed to achieve their release. You certainly are virile, to say the least..."

Ryker grins weakly, "I told you, nobody can do it better than I..."

Amal'thazad caresses the orc's cheek, "Well, I hope you're ready, Ryker. The other instructors would like to have a few words with you too..."

Ryker loosens his grip on his length, his hand still coated in his seed, "I still got more in me, let me at them..!"