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"This one's got some fight in him. The rest of the wolves gave up before we had to knock some sense into them." Green hands held Bardulf above the ground, easily keeping him out of reach to prevent his kicking legs from connecting with anything important. A bulky, glistening tongue licked over thick lips, and tusks almost glowed by the light of Bardulf's village burning. "Should I put him with the rest of them?" Fucking greenskins, talking about Bardulf like he wasn't even there. How dare they.

Meaty green fingers tugged down Bardulf's pants, baring his sheathed manhood and heavy balls to the chilly night air, and the orc's companion weighed them with an appraising eye, rolling his hands over leathery, softly furred balls as Bardulf snarled and tried to squirm from his grip. "Nah, think we've got somewhere better for this puppy. Take him back to my tent and tie him up. Don't want him to escape before I can try him out."

Strong arms threw Bardulf over a stocky green shoulder, and a leather sack slipped over his head while coarse rope bound his grey-furred arms and legs tightly, blocking out all light and leaving him with nothing but his thoughts and his ass in the air, his pants left behind in the ruins of his village. How had it come to this? He'd trained most of his young life to be a warrior, and in one night, his home fell to an orcish raiding party. Neither side even had any casualties! It was as if the orcs were taunting them with their superiority, sweeping aside the canines' warriors as if they were nothing.

Bardulf's captor tromped through unknown terrain for what felt like an eternity before the rustle of cloth and the scent of stale air alerted Bardulf to his arrival at his destination. Unceremoniously dumped to the ground, he grunted as a chuckling orcish voice receded from the room, leaving him with ominous-sounding words. "Be back for you later, wolf. You'll learn your place soon enough." Fuck, what did he mean? Bardulf's stomach knotted as he imagined all of the torture that might await him.

Overpowering in its intensity, but strangely sweet orcish scent and the rustling of the tent's flaps broke Bardulf from his terrified imaginings, and a deep voice vibrated through his ears. "Well, aren't you a pretty little puppy." familiar and warm, the same soft green hand cupped his balls, and he shook as he felt nostrils flare against his package, huffing his scent as if enjoying the finest vintage.

Bardulf tried to squirm away, but his bindings stopped him, and he could only whimper pitifully as meaty fingers manipulated his balls, and that wide orcish tongue left slippery trails of drool. Slow, methodical licks teased his heavy balls before Bardulf felt insistent suction coaxing his member into a heated maw, almost pulling him from his sheath with suckles alone. Was this part of the torture? Was he going to bite Bardulf's member off or brand it?

Leather receded from Bardulf's eyes, and he blinked in the soft glow of lantern light, staring down in confusion at the soft pillowy lips slipping up and down his growing shaft. Was he only going to suck Bardulf's dick? That didn't seem like torture, and as much as Bardulf hated to admit it, the sensations radiating from his cock were far better than anything his hand could manage. He could enjoy- endure this.

"I knew you'd be a big one." Lips slid from Bardulf's shaft, nearly forcing a needy whimper from Bardulf as sparkling drool connected the tip to that talented maw in silken strings. "Feels good when you finally stop fighting, doesn't it?" That slippery tongue slid from Bardulf's growing knot to his pointed tip, leaving more slimy, shining drool. Why was the sight so attractive? He almost wanted to spread his legs and let the dominant man explore further with that dripping muscle.

"W-What do you want from me?" Bardulf's mind was beginning to fog with lust, despite the disgust he felt moments ago, and he had to resist the urge to thrust against those lips in a futile attempt to sheathe his cock once again between those increasingly attractive lips. Pearls of arousal gathered at his tip, then drooled down his shaft, showing his member's approval, and he grimaced at his cock's betrayal.

"What do I want?" The orc smirked, kissing his way up the shaft and smearing gooey canine slime over his face. "I want you to put this big dick to good use, whenever and wherever I demand it, like a Good Boy." One more lingering kiss graced the pointed crown of Bardulf's cock, and then, like a snake striking at prey, the orc buried his shaft to the hilt, maneuvering the swelling knot past his tusks and tying Bardulf's cock to his eager maw.

Desperately whining and overstimulated, Bardulf bucked his hips and tried to fuck the orc's face, but the stocky man pinned him down with practiced ease. At the orc's mercy, he could only watch as the talented cocksucker milked him for everything he had, every muscle in his body tensing with the desire to breed the hot, slippery maw. Someone couldn't be this talented with their mouth, could they? Peers never mentioned anything close to the drooling onslaught tormenting his manhood.

With a teasing gaze and exaggerated gulps, the orc forced him to endure the dual assault of suckling lips teasing the space behind his knot and the tight, clenching confines of the orc's throat around his fountaining tip. Soft and slick, the orc's tongue seemed to follow each spurt up his shaft, escorting it to his apex and down that hungry throat. It wasn't until Bardulf's cock had nothing else to give that the orc finally released him, letting his oversensitive dick flop free in a puddle of orcish drool to splat against his stomach.

As Bardulf was catching his breath, he noticed the orc looming over him, and his ears slid back in submission at the massive green log pulsing between his legs. He wasn't going to expect Bardulf to return the favor, was he? Even if he wanted to, that fearsome shaft was far too large. It would break Bardulf's muzzle open and leave his lower jaw flopping uselessly. He wouldn't touch that dick, even if it meant harsher punishment, even if it smelled heavenly and he wanted to sniff- no. He wouldn't.

"Time to reciprocate, puppy. If you bite, I'll send you to work in the mines. I hear it's much less pleasant down there. Way less polite than we are." Bardulf cringed as that dick hovered ever closer, its menacing green head drooling drops of pure musk that seared his nose. Thankfully, that monster of manhood rested on his chest, and bubbly, fat but muscular ass cheeks wreathed his head instead, caressing his muzzle with musky, impossibly silken skin.

The orc's ass was entirely devoid of hair, and Bardulf tentatively sniffed at the puffed green star in front of his nose. As the pad of his nose touched the soft star, he found that the orc smelled sweet rather than the unfiltered stench he expected from the massive green monster. Slow sniffs, growing deeper, settled that honey-like musk into his nostrils, and he let out a soft groan as the scent went straight to his dick, swelling it with new life. Everything about that pucker appealed to him, and he indulged his lust, greedily snorting anal musk as though he could never get enough.

"Tongue, puppy." The authoritative voice above demanded, his massive cock dribbling between Bardulf's modest pecs. A tight grip stroked him slowly, drawing muffled whimpers into the orc's entrance while his oversensitive shaft throbbed against teasing fingers. "Now, puppy. Don't make me ask again." The orc sat his heavy rump down on the wolf's muzzle, forcing him to lick if he wanted to breathe.

When his tongue lapped out over that dark green star, those chubby cheeks relented, letting him suck in sweetly scented gasps of musky air while his slippery ribbon of canine tongue shined that pucker dutifully. Tight walls grew more luscious and relaxed with time, allowing the wolf's questing tongue to delve deeper, and he gratefully accepted their welcome.

Emboldened by its easy acceptance, Bardulf hungrily pressed his muzzle to that delicious star, slurping his tongue over shuddering innards and delighting in the milking clenches he wrung from talented muscles. Suddenly, this was all he wanted. To please his orc master with his tongue and work that sinfully soft rear open as thoroughly as possible. Heady warmth spread through his head with each lap until, despite his whimpering protests, those perfectly rounded cheeks slid off of his muzzle.

"Relax, puppy. You were a good boy, I promise." Good Boy. Bardulf loved how that sounded. He would be a Good Boy if it meant letting him worship that sweet hole again. Sadly, that tasty rear moved away from his muzzle before he could beg for its return. He watched with hungry eyes as that drool-slickened hole circled the tip of his metal-hard member, wiggling from side to side, then as his member caught on that silky gape, sitting down hard to take his whole shaft in one greedy glide. "Mmph. Just try to hold it in until I finish, okay? I'll make sure you see heaven."

Bardulf saw stars. His cock had never felt anything so lusciously supple and moist, and as that rear began its aching ascent from the start of his knot, he could already feel his balls boiling with the promise of an early orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to hold back as that bouncing rump began to clench, whining with each hard push. A Good Boy wouldn't finish early, had to be a Good Boy, he would be a- Oh, fuck, this was the hardest thing he'd ever done. It felt as if his climax was stuck, right at the tip of his member, just ready to bubble over at a moment's notice, held back only by sheer force of will.

A loud groan ended the wolf's torture, and he felt wet suction welcome his knot into those hot molten depths while the sensation of wet, spurting orc satisfaction sprayed over his legs and feet. Rippling inner walls milked him, and grinding, shallow tugs along his shaft sent him over the edge, releasing a flood of canine cream deep inside the orc in thick ropes of pure canine essence. "Fuck, yeah. Good boy. Let it all out." Chubby cheeks pinned his hips under their heft, and the orc panted with exertion, patting the wolf's inner thigh.

Bardulf's tail wagged softly at the praise, and his tongue slipped from his lips to loll down the side of his muzzle. Those two words sent a thrill through his entire body and set his chest aflutter. Good boy. He would do anything to hear them again.

"Now, are you going to behave?" That wonderfully authoritative voice asked, a soft chuckle vibrating through the wolf's knot as he nodded vehemently. "I can't see behind me, silly pup. Use your words. Speak." Oh, of course. How could Bardulf forget? That shining, smooth rear wouldn't be filling his view if the orc could see his face. At least his master couldn't see his sheepish expression.

"Yes, sir. I'll be a Good Boy." He didn't know why, but he meant it. Warm, fluttery feelings chased away all the fight in him, and he wanted nothing more than to please that perfect green rear and the man attached to it.

"Good puppy. Let's get you out of those ropes." Gentle fingers reached out, and Bardulf drooled at the sight of that puffy pucker tugging out around his knot, threatening to release his cozy member from its warm confines. Tight pressure let up from Bard's legs, letting him stretch his cramping appendages out and wiggle his toes. "Deep breaths, puppy." Slow pressure tugged at Bardulf's knot until, with a loud slurp, his member slid from that well-bred hole to flop against his stomach. Without missing a beat, the orc turned around and leaned over Bardulf's panting face, those pendulous pecs dangling inches from the wolf's nose and tantalizing his nose with their hairless emerald splendor. He wanted to bury his face in them and smell every inch of them, but he restrained himself, staring at their puffy nipples with longing eyes and losing himself in a mental image of sucking them till they were raw.

Sitting up and wagging his tail, Bardulf took in the orc's appearance for the first time with new, adoring eyes. Silky black hair flowed down the man's shoulders, and pretty honey-colored eyes stared back at him. Upward-facing tusks accentuated the orc's manliness, and soft, pleasantly puffy lips still held the sheen of canine seed. Why hadn't Bardulf noticed how handsome his captor- Master? Lover? Nothing seemed to fit perfectly, and he realized it would be crucial in pleasing the man. It was hard to finish his thoughts, and his brain felt fuzzy, but he knew that he wanted that more than anything.

"Sir? Um, what should I call you?" He asked, looking down at the floor to atone for his forwardness. Tail drooping, he cursed himself for not asking sooner. He was being a Bad Boy.

"Imprinting worked extra well on you, didn't it, sweet boy?" Emerald-hued fingers tilted Bardulf's muzzle up, and he stared deep into those honey-colored eyes, his wagging tail speeding up at the attention. "My name is Zagu, but you, sweet boy, may call me Sir." Zagu scratched his fingers below Bardulf's chin and teased his ear, smiling benevolently.

Bardulf had never felt something so tender, and he leaned into the touches with a needy whimper, his tongue hanging out in a shameless display of pleasure. Why had he ever resisted the orc in the first place? His village was worse than this place, and Zagu was a kind, beautiful master. Staying here forever would make him happiest, where he could soak in more of those addictive scents and sensual delights.

"Alright, sweety. Let's make you pretty." Zagu brought out a small, jingling bag and a wickedly sharp, thick needle after a moment of digging through his belongings. "Be brave for me, puppy." Soft fingers trailed over Bardulf's toned chest, lighting on his nipple and slowly caressing it until it pebbled to a hard point.

Pressing the needle through his hardened nub and taking a small, glittering ring from the bag to thread it through the hole in one practiced motion, Zagu smiled apologetically, gentle fingers massaging the area around the fresh wound. "Hold very still, sweety. I promise it only hurts for a moment." Both pecs soon sported identical rings, and the orc's gentle fingers made their way down the wolf's stomach until they reached his sheath. One at a time, pinpricks of pain tensed the wolf's muscles, and rings appeared around his sheath's opening, forming a circle.

Tears gathered in the wolf's eyes as his master again dug through his belongings, returning with a pungent-smelling leather bag. Dark green leaves disappeared into his mouth, and he chewed for a moment before spitting them into his palm with a grimace, and patient fingers spread the paste over the piercings, soothing the throbbing burn with a numbing tingle.

"Aw, poor thing. See, it doesn't hurt that much, does it?" Fingers petted over the wolf's fluffy ears, and claiming lips pressed against Bardulf's muzzle, soothing him with a tongue-heavy kiss. Canine cream mingled with the unique flavor that permeated every aspect of the orc's body into a sweet, addictive taste that filled his muzzle with warmth, and the last traces of the herb numbed the tip of the wolf's tongue.

"S-Sir." Lulled by that soft kiss, the wolf buried his face in Zagu's chest, rubbing his cheek against their smooth softness. Despite their similar height, the orc was stockier, and his wider body easily enfolded Bardulf, the soft sound of his beating heart pulsing against the wolf's ears. Something was soothing about the orc's presence, and he huffed lungs full of his pervasive scent as if he were going to disappear any minute.

"You feel that, puppy? That floating feeling deep in your chest? That's me. I've Imprinted you, and now, any time you want to feel like that again, all you have to do is snuggle in close and breathe me in." Doting fingers ruffled Bardulf's stomach fur, rubbing slow circles over the muscled expanse. Tusks teased over the wolf's neck, catching his breath in his throat as he took a moment to register the orc's words.

"I just need to..." Trailing off mid-sentence, Bardulf pulled those arms closer around him and leaned back, breathing deeply and shuddering. Zagu's scent was like pure love pulsing through his veins, and he felt as if his head would float away. "I can feel like this all the time?" In awe, he spun in place to press himself against his orc master, his tail fanning feverishly behind him. If he could feel like this all the time, he would be the BEST pet the orc would ever own.