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"What do you have to say for your defense?"

"What? Why, my defense? I'm an innocent monkey living in the forest."

"Hmmmm..."

"Who may have stumbled on your ale reserve..."

"Hmmmm?"

"And spiked it with a few herbs. But! Honest! You're rocking that style!"

Finger-gunning towards Chieftain Rangor, Nimbus offered an eager smile to the burly Orc cornering him. And amidst the sea of tents, with all those orcs sporting a tent, the brown-furred monkey wasn't looking as fresh and dandy as before. His tail was between his legs, and without the green band keeping his hair up, he'd be drowning in hair and sweat falling over his face.

In hindsight, spiking a tribe of Orc's ale with aphrodisiac hadn't been his cleverest idea. But... Heh. No harm, no foul. But none of those muscular orcs laughed or even smiled, ouch.

"Well... Uh. Tough public. I guess you don't want to hear my jokes about the dicks or sticks, that's right. That's fine, I got it. I'll leave before I-"

Already gyrating on his left foot, the right one lifted to take his first step, the monkey was stopped by a hand so large it encompassed his whole shoulder and more. Nimbus would need a second green band to keep his sweaty hair from covering his face, even a third.

"Who said you could leave?" asked Rangor, his voice rumbling and growling. That man... If he wasn't so stuck up, maybe Nimbus could have loved him. But not now... Now, he only liked him as he was about to enact some kind of punishment.

"I-... uh. Nobody?"

"That's right, nobody said you could leave. And you must atone for your crime," said the orc, pulling on Nimbus's shoulder to force him closer. So close to that warm chest.

"Haha! Yeah... Right. But... A boner is hardly a crime, right?"

Internally, Nimbus was shitting bricks and he felt warm despite having no hair covering his chest and only the faintest of a loincloth to cover his modesty. However, the Orc's torso wasn't the only thing warm: the Monkey's eyes onto Rangor's bulge, watching that Orc's mushroom-shaped tip drip and be imprinted against the fabric. It was warm... And throbbing. And bigger than his.

Oh fuck.

"Oh fuck."

"We'll find ways for you to help," chuckled Rangor. And so chuckled the rest of the tribe. Everyone, but Nimbus. The poor monkey who was sweating bullets as the tribe closed on him.

First came the Chieftain's arms wrapping under the Monkey's, hauling him up like a vulgar weight. Despite many recriminations, Nimbus wasn't let go. Nor was his loincloth when one of the hunters grabbed it... And tore it apart, despite it being of whole leather.

It hadn't been enough to protect his body from the Orc, to protect his pinkish and cut shaft from being exposed. Nor his snug testicles the hunter instantly poked around with his finger.

"It's so small!" exclaimed one. "It's ridiculous!" exclaimed another. "Stop fucking around and go fuck him!" exclaimed a third. And the general ambiance shifted from exploring Nimbus' body to deciding how to fuck him despite the Monkey's attempts to slip away.

"Don't worry, little one, we'll take care of you!" chuckled Rangor as his arms shifted position. Nimbus was let go for a split second before those powerful green limbs passed below his knees and those massive hands wrapped around his head. He was bent, squeezed, forced in a full nelson as his arms were now held behind his head and his legs spread further than ever before.

And...

"Look! He has a cunt too!"

"Aren't you lucky? You can help two warriors at once!" continued Rangor, his stiff dick so close to Nimbus' round, fluffy, and hairy cheeks. Just a bit more, and it would be against his swollen rim.

"Fuck... ... Is... is this too late to reimburse you? No? ... Uh... Well. Goodbye legs"

The monkey sighed, the monkey waved his arms... And the monkey froze when the cocktip was against his hole. He froze, tried to look above his shoulder. But couldn't.

He sought to scream... But when he opened his mouth, it was to let out a groan as a paste was spread over his holes... Even his mouth was stuffed and slathered with that blue paste until it felt like his orifices had chewed mint. But they were numb, so it was gr-

The moment after that thought, Rangor moved. His dick rubbed against that asshole. And thrust in.

Nimbus' eyes widened, his mouth opened... And here came another Orc coming forward, bearded, portly, and hoary... But just as lustful when he forced that tongue inside the monkey's mouth and his dick inside the trickster's feminine lips, uncaring for the testicles stuck in between.

Would Nimbus cry, the sounds were instantly muffled by the tongue scouring his mouth, exchanging the saliva's saltiness... And the slight acrid taste of... Ale. Internally, Nimbus screamed.

They were pulling his trick, that trick, the very trick he inflicted on them, now on him! And already was he feeling his rock-hard dick pressing against the Orc's belly. Followed by the need, the heat that swallowed his cunt and ass. Both holes, both orifices started to burn, ablaze inside.

They ached, they yearned, they clenched. But he felt nothing as he felt... Numbed. Clever boys.

They had thought of everything. Even of him potentially enjoying the situation. Enough to tease him and kiss him while their hips pushed and squeezed inside his body, two at a time. Behind was Rangor, on booty duty with the velocity of a rabid breeder. And on the front, that bearded orc whose dick poked the limit of his vagina, his belly squeezing and massaging his sensitive nuts.

"Hrmphh, what's your name?" Nimbus managed to ask despite the pressing lips.

"Bohr," curtly answered the man, giving another push and rocking the Monkey's lithe body.

"Go- Go higher, Boh-... Oh yeah! Got that spot, scratch it... yeah!" he moaned, closing his eyes. That cocktip reached the good spot. It wasn't so pleasing butt hat was next-to-perfect. Or so he thought.

When Rangor had finished inside him, having plainly coated Nimbus' inside with white cum, the trickster had kept the hope he would be released. But no... Someone else took Rangor's place. And someone else took Bohr's place.

Because the problem when you're messing with a tribe of Orcs is not the first fuck session. Nor the second... But somewhere between the tenth and the hundredth, pleasure turns into soreness. And the passion from those males?

Oh... It doesn't stop.

It wouldn't stop at one or a dozen... Especially when there was a line of orcs sporting a tent, massing their hard dicks, or masturbating while chatting about the village's new hot topic in detail.

Such as the way those lips closed on the shaft, penetrating it whenever it was fully hilted, whether to the Orc or the Monkey's limits. Or the contraction of that sphincter whenever a cock hit the prostate with the right angle.

Any subjects were deemed enough to be mentioned, though Nimbus remained the recipient.

A recipient already cum-coated and cum-filled, his stomach heavy with all the semen that had been poured inside. His hole ached, his cunt ached, even his mouth as he had been put to oral duty too, and that poor poor Monkey was given no release.

At first, Nimbus had been dissatisfied by the presence of menthol paste and its numbing effect.

He regretted it.

He regretted it as he felt another thrust in his wide gaping cunt, felt it squeeze and crush his inner walls like a battering ram. Or when that rough orcish cock was deep inside his ass, poking around his guts.... Or when the two worked in tandem, giving no release to his poor prostate, battered on both sides.

He moaned, he cried, he heaved. But in the end, he returned to have his holes stuffed while his body turned into a fuck-doll for the whole tribe, with a dick replacing another one.

They were restless, they were brutal, they were fucking good at this.

So good Nimbus had lost count of the orgasms, lost count of his ejaculations, lost count of his vulva's contractions and spurts, lost count of the thrills sparking along his spine or his swaying tail.

He lost count, he lost touch as his hands were guided to participate, too. Gripping, squeezing, masturbating, they too worked... Then came his feet as he forced on his back, fucking on all holes and his limbs put to use.

He was in it, contracting his muscles despite the pain and pleasure wrecking his body. His breath was a whistle. His ass was a ruin. His cunt was a cascade of semen whose valves had been opened wide... His body... His body was entirely sore. Tears streamed in the corners of his eyes from the pain, the delightful, the tantalized pain.

He cried, feeling the tears streak across the cum-matted hair. Oh... Yeah, he cried. It was the first time he felt this good, the first time someone was fucking his brain out, and they were an entire tribe ganging up on him. Why had he never messed with them before? That was some excellent dicking!

They could fuck him on front and behind, they could use his throat however they liked, they could do terrible things to him. He would do it... he would do anything!

"More!" he cried, his green eyes darting above him as he lay in a puddle of everyone's doing... Surely, he felt the fiery braze within his lower belly that had been planted there by so many. Except for one.

"Much obliged. And welcome to the tribe, slutty monkey," chuckled Rangor from above.

One ale pint in hand, his cock in the other, the man lazily stroked while flashing a grin to Nimbus. Within the span of a sip, the abused monkey saw the shaft throb harder and seemingly grow. Its reddened cocktip almost shined by the evening light with a bead of a precum shimmering at the tip.

It was a monster of flesh he offered to Nimbus's vulva, kneeling and squeezing between those lips.

"The chieftain needs an heir, too," chuckled Rangor.

"Oh, fuck yes! Put it inside me!" cried Nimbus, his voice coarse as he watched all those men around emptying more mugs of ale while their dicks throbbed in anticipation. So was his spent one.

"You haven't got enough punishment, little trickster? We could have freed you, tomorrow."

But the Orc cocked an eyebrow when the Monkey's arms reached for his neck, embracing him.

"Fuck this punishment! I want to stay with you guys! Keep me with you!" he cried, his body rocking from the Chieftain's thrusts.

"No more tricks? No more spiking? No more jokes?" asked Rangor, grunting and ramming inside.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Please! I'll do anything to be with you all! I'll bear your children!"

Around, the Orcs chuckled and laughed, stroked themselves even while the rocking increased in pace and intensity... Until... Until Rangor stopped, and his warm seed added up to the rest.

"Good, we'll keep you pregnant all year long and use your hole whenever we want."

"... Chief. Sir... Rangor. Stud. If my legs weren't so fucked up, I'd drag you all to the altar."