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The area that Matt was leading the orcs to was a huge open area which was fenced on three sides, leaving the side directly across from the stable open. The open side was sort of bottle neck, starting smaller before it opening up into a huge field which was covered in short, soft and bright green grass. Forest could be seen embracing the end of the field, just beyond the back fence, and Matt quickly set a beeline straight for that far end of the field. There, Matt found several differently-sized wooded posts jutting out of the ground which the orcs had named, of course, the Posts, a large ring of sand where the grass had been replaced by sand, and a large, metal-roofed structure set up in the corner of the field which was used as an out building for the orcs when they were out in the field, as well as storage for any equipment that may be needed or wanted. The fields outside the stable building were meant to be used for exercise so that the orcs could stay in shape and so that they could be appropriately humiliated and played with.

A tall figure came striding across the grass towards Matt and the orcs and, as the figure got closer, Matt's smile got wider until the figure was close enough to talk to him. "Hey, kiddo!" called the tall, white-skinned man, as he stepped up to the young man and grinned broadly at him.

"Hey, Kris," smiled Matt, as the older, taller man slapped him on the shoulder. Kris was tall for a human and probably about a half to three-quarters of a head shorter orcs who stood behind Matt in a horizontal line and had closely shaved, platinum blonde hair on top of his hard-lined rectangular face. His broad, muscular frame was covered in little brown overalls and black boots, his bright blue eyes gleaming excitedly as he looked at the row of orcs behind Matt. Kris was the groundkeeper for the field outside of Matt's stable, his job being to take care of the exercise field and the equipment that was used on it.

"So, how have the boys been today?" asked Kris, turning his attention to the gagged orcs behind Matt.

"They've been good," answered Matt, stepping to the side and turning around to stand beside the blonde man.

"Even the bad one?" posed Kris, looking to number fifty-four at one end who whimpered at the mention of his number.

"Pretty much," replied Matt.

"Alright then," muttered Kris, before raising his voice to yell at the orcs before him, "Are you orc's ready to have some fun today?!"

The orcs yelled back a "Yes, sir!" as best as they could around their gags.

"Let's get these boys warmed up," smirked Kris.

Matt nodded and turned to fix the orcs with a stern look before pointing his crop behind him. "You know what to do, boys," he said, and the orcs quickly moved to where he was pointing, arranging themselves in two lines on the grass a little ways from the ring of sand so that each of them was in view of him and Kris. Each of the orcs stood with their feet apart and looking expectantly at Matt. "Squats!" the human ordered, "Give me twenty reps to start!"

"Yes, master!" yelled the orcs, before they started their squats, bending their knees and bringing their asses down as close to the grass as they could before straightening their legs back up and raising up so they could go back down again.

"Get up on your toes, orcs!" yelled Matt, "You know how to do it properly!"

The orcs all quickly complied, groaning out affirmations as they spread their legs further apart and raised their heels off the ground so they were each balanced on the balls of their feet.

Kris walked over to the fence to lean back against it as he watched the orcs as they did their squats and Matt as he watched them all carefully, looking at each orc to make sure he wasn't going as fast as the others or weren't bending as deeply. Matt quickly remedied any such slack with a sharp smack of his crop against the offending orc's ass or thigh which earned a loud, muffled cry or grunt from the orc. Kris even watched as one orc that was almost seven-feet tall of bulging muscle with fierce war tattoos on his shoulders and a red mohawk, number twenty-seven, an orc who may have been a commander of armies in the outside world, whimpered as Matt walked over to him and quickly tried to cover himself by going extra fast, but this only earned him three smacks on his ass. However, Kris and Matt could clearly see that, despite his whimpering, the orc, like all the others, had a hard erection which bobbed up and down as he squatted.

Once the first set of reps was down, Matt ordered the orcs to give him another set of twenty, but faster than the last time. Kris could hear the orcs beginning to grunt and groan with effort as well as the sound of the leather of the crop hitting the giving, yielding flesh of the orc thighs and ass followed by a cry or a yelp as Matt worked to keep the orcs in line and to stop them from slacking. Kris swore that, if he listened hard enough, he could hear the sounds of other orcs from other stables in neighbouring fields grunting and groaning as they began their daily exercises, too.

"Come on! You all can go faster than that!" said Matt, his voice raised, "Don't make me get out the Stands."

The orc half-whimpered, half-moaned at the memory of "The Stands", wooden stands with ripped dildos on top of them which Matt had once made them squat down onto so that they took the entire phallus inside them with each squat down.

Matt walked between the lines of orcs, watching each of them. He stepped in front of number sixty-eight and stopped, seeing the orc staring at him intently, and looked back at the orc. The orc's breathing was slightly heavy with effort, but he maintained a steady rhythm and kept the speed that Matt had set for the orcs. The orc's eyes never left Matt's face, as if the orc either wasn't afraid he would get punished or accepted it if it happened, maybe both. Matt smiled and stroked the orc's cheek with the tip of his crop. "Keep it up, boy," Matt murmured to the orc, "Don't slow down."

"Yes, master," responded the orc, around his bit.

"Good boy," said Matt, before he took the crop away from the orc's face and started walking again.

Once the second set was finished, Matt had the orc stand up and let them get a bit of their wind back, which was important considering they could only breathe through their noses. While he let them rest for a bit, Matt went behind each of them and undid the link between their mitts, releasing their arms from behind their backs. He let the orcs stretch and move their arms to work the stiffness out of them before he snapped his crop on his hand to get their attention.

"Since we've worked your legs, let's work out your arms then," announced Matt, loudly, "Push-ups, now! I want thirty reps out of each of you to start with!"

"Yes, master!" the orcs responded, loudly in unison, their voices muffled behind their gags, and each of them quickly got down onto the grass, stretching themselves out before raising up onto their toes and their hands. The orcs quickly began their reps just as their caretaker had ordered and Matt walked between the huge, green-skinned bodies to make sure that the orcs were going down all the way and going at a proper speed, again dealing out smacks from his crop onto their ass and thighs to any orc which he found lacking or believed needed a little reminder that they were being scrutinized. And, just like before, once the orcs were finished with the first set of reps, Matt ordered them to give him another set while making them to go faster and smacking any orc which didn't go fast enough for his taste. Both of the humans savoured the grunting and the moaning the orcs made and let their eyes wander over the straining bodies of the orcs, watching the muscles in their broad backs ripple as they went down and back up again and seeing their big, round glutes tighten along with their thick leg muscles.

It didn't take too long for the orcs to finish their second set of reps so Matt ordered them to do two more sets, one with one arm behind their backs and the other with the other arm, and all to make sure that the orc's arms would get a bit more of a work out because the orcs probably wouldn't be using them as much as their legs and so that their arms remained big and muscular. Matt walked back over to the orc with the red mohawk, standing right in front of him and making the orc stop and look up at the human. In fact, all the orcs around them stopped their push-ups to look at the human, waiting to see what he would do. The orc with the red mohawk let out another whimper as he looked up at the human and Matt looked down at him before casting his eye across the orc around them who had stopped. "Did I say you could stop, boys?" posed Matt, sternly.

With startled whimpers, the orcs around the human quickly restarted their push-ups, not wanting to be singled out to be naughty. Matt turned his eyes back to the orc with the red mohawk and eliciting a strangled whine as the orc shivered with nerves.

"That means you too, orc," stated Matt, and the orc immediately started again, going down and starting to rise back up, but, when he came back up, he felt a smack on his ass which made him cry out. "Keep going," came the order from Matt to which the orc complied, continuing his push-ups even as Matt gave him a smack with his crop every time he came up. The human and the orc continued until the orc's ass tingled and stung from the repeated impacts and it had taken on a slight red blush. "You're very close to be considered naughty, orc," warned Matt, before turning away, "You'd better be perfectly behaved for the rest of the day."

"Yes, master," moaned the orc, around his bit as he continued to do his push-ups like the rest of the orcs.

Once the orcs were finally finished their push-ups, Matt let the orcs lay down on the grass for a minute as he walked among the orcs to relink their mitts together behind them backs. Once all the orcs had their hands behind their backs again, Matt had all the orc stand back up again, the orcs complying and standing up to look expectantly at their caretaker as they waited for their next order.

With the orcs all warmed up, Matt led the orcs over to the circle of sand at the top of the field, having the orcs stand in a line across the ring while Matt took a position on the grassy patch in the center and Kris grabbed a few things from the equipment storage building. Matt unchained the hooded orc from the other orc's collar and then removed the chain from the orc's nose ring. After a moment, Kris returned and tossed the young man a long leash which Matt clipped onto number fifty-four's nose ring so that he could direct the orc to make sure he stayed in the ring and didn't bump into any of the other orcs too badly. Kris also tossed Matt a longe-whip, a long, flexible rod with a piece of braided leather hanging off the end, and Matt tossed the groundskeeper his crop before taking the whip in one hand and the leash in the other before both he let their whips fly to snap a couple of orcs across their backsides. The orcs cried out and, with a yell to "Go!" from Matt, all of the orcs immediately started to run.

The orc's feet kicked up the sand a little as they ran around the circle, a handful pulling away from the others within the first lap or two. Their asses rippled and bounced a bit with their strides and their cocks flopped back and forth, slapping their thighs and their stomachs which only reminded them of their nakedness, of the bindings that held their arms behind them backs and the bits in their mouths, and showing them just how much control the humans had over them and how little they had. The orcs weren't running full out since they knew they would have to keep going until Matt ordered them to stop, but there were still those who wanted to garner favour with their caretaker and there were those who were just faster runners than the others. As well, there were those orcs who didn't want to fall behind because those who went too slowly were dealt swift, stinging snaps across their asses by the longe whip wielded by Matt or loud smacks from Matt's crop wielded by Kris. And none of them wanted to fall, not necessarily that it would hurt because the soft, cushiony sand that covered the ring would help keep them from any serious injury, but because it would mean that they would get pulled away from the ring by Kris and given a brief spanking by Matt's crop before he sent them back into the ring to continue doing laps. The humans also made sure that the orcs were kept relatively in the center of the ring by Matt snapping any orc's ass who came too close to the center of the ring so that none of them would have an easier time doing their laps than the others and any orc that came to close the edge would receive a swift and hard smack from Kris as the human smiled mischievously.

Number sixty-eight was among those who had pulled ahead of the rest of the pack and was jogging along with them at a relatively steady pace, catching glimpses of Matt standing at the center of the circle out of the corner of his eyes while number fifty-four was doing well, not needing many snaps from Matt to keep him going as he kept up the tension on the leash so that he stayed in a relatively-even circle. Around and around the orcs ran, occasionally passing each other as they moved around the ring even spacing out a certain points only to be brought back to reality by a snap or a smack across their behinds from the humans who were watching them carefully. Matt would stand still, rotating his arm as number fifty-four ran and finally moving when he couldn't move his arm any further, all the while scanning the orcs for any sign of slowly down or were getting to close to the center. Kris prowled around the outside of the ring, keeping an eye out for the slowing orcs and for any who were getting too close to the outer edge as he smiled like the Cheshire Cat, loving the power rush he was getting from disciplining the huge, muscular orcs. However, in the backs of their minds, they were keeping a sharp eye out for any sign that an orc was having trouble, the sort of trouble that wasn't part of the play like being overwhelmed or having trouble with their emotions because incidents like those weren't unheard of, especially from those orcs who were still new to the Stables. It was also important that they make sure that none of the orcs tried to take on more than that could handle. This had been drilled into them during their first days at the Stables, to always be on watch no matter what was happening or how much you were enjoying it because the orcs which the Stables took in were putting their safety and their trust in the hands of those like Matt who were tasked to take care of them and in those who ran the Stables as a whole.

The orcs were able to do quite a few laps around the ring before they started to slow down, being so naturally strong and athletic on top of how in shape all the orcs were. Sweat glistened in the sunlight on the orcs' green skin and they all began to slow a little and so Matt ordered all of them to start to cantor in order to keep their exertion up. The orcs did their best to lift their legs up as far as they could with each step, almost looking like they were all trying to dance their way around the ring, and those who didn't lift their legs high enough for the humans were dealt with swift reminders to keep their legs up. Matt made sure that the orcs did a good number of laps, the big, green males kicking their legs up in front of them as they jogged around the ring, before Matt finally decided they had done enough and had brought the orcs off the ring to let them stand, squat and even sit in front of the sand circle to let themselves get some energy back.

"That was awesome, kid!" beamed Kris, as he and Matt exchanged whips again before turning to look at the orcs, "I never get tried of smacking orc asses! Looks like they really enjoyed it too."

Matt could see that as well because all the orcs were at least semi-hard.

"So, what do you think we should do to them next?" posed Kris.

"I think it would probably be best if we fed them their lunch, what do you think?" posed Matt.

"Sounds good to me," smiled Kris, "Let's go get the trough out."

Matt nodded and the two humans walked over to the shed and slipped around back to where the equipment was kept. Kris put along the longe-whip and the pair grabbing either end of a long, shallow metal trough before they lifted it off the ground and brought it back the way they came. They brought the trough over to one end of field and set it down on the back side of the dirt circle. Once the trough was in place, Kris jogged down the field and towards the stable where the orcs had come from earlier in the day while Matt walked over to the orcs and, with a crack of his crop which made the orcs flinch, he brought the orcs over to the trough, making them all kneel down on either side of the trough. As Matt busied himself removing the orcs' gags and number fifty-four's hood and the leash on his nosering, each of the orcs saying "Thank you, master," as they had been trained, Kris returned from the stable carrying the large bag of the special feed that Matt had given the orcs for their breakfast. Pulling the scoop out of the bag, Kris poured a scoop of the feed in front of each orc who bent down over the trough's side and started eating.

Once he was finished dishing out the food, Kris walked over to the shed, disappearing inside before he returned a moment later and found Matt sitting in the shade, perched on the fence as he watched the orcs eat their lunch. Kris walked over to stand beside him and handed him a bundle wax paper, identical to the one he held in his other hand. "It's my turn to bring lunch, right?" he posed.

"You got that right," Matt answered, unwrapping the wax paper to reveal the thick sandwich inside, "Though I'll admit I was worried."

"Oh come on! I forget one time and you never let me forget it!" exclaimed Kris, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.

"How can I forget about the day we had to eat the orc feed?!" countered Matt, "I walked around with a brick in my stomach for days afterwards!"

Kris pursed his lips a little before he changed the subject. "So, how's everything at home? Puppy doing okay?" asked Kris.

"Yeah, he's fine," responded Matt, "Though, he got a little worked up last night and growled at me so I locked him in his cage when I left."

"Oh, I bet he'll be worked up when you get home," smirked Kris.

"Yeah, he will," smirked Matt, as well.

"So, Boris told me he wants the orcs up bright and early tomorrow for the orc's work day," remarked the older human.

"Yeah, I know," replied Matt, "Where is he having them work tomorrow?"

"M-Master?" came a timid call from over by the trough, interrupting the conservation as Matt and Kris turned to see the orc with the red mohawk sitting up and looking directly at the pair.

Matt handed his sandwich to Kris, hopped off the fence and stepped over to the trough to kneel down near the orc. "What is it, boy?" the human asked.

"May orc ask how orc's brother is doing?" posed the orc.

Matt smiled, "He's doing just fine, boy. He's being punished right now."

Orc smiled widely and chuckled a little, "Good, orc's brother probably love that."

"Yes, he does," responded Matt, before the orc bent down and continued eating and Matt stood up to return to his place on the fence, the two humans eating their lunches as the orcs had theirs. Once the orcs' bellies were full of feed, the trough was pretty much empty, and Matt and Kris had finished their lunches, the two humans headed over to the shed and quickly came back with a long hose which they used to put some water into the trough to let the orcs have a good drink. The orcs bent over the trough again, some lapping at the water like dogs while others drank greedily with half their face submerged. Matt walked over to number sixty-eight, seeing that a lock of his black hair had slid over his shoulder and fallen into the water as the orc drank, and pulled the hair back over the orcs shoulder and let it fall down the center of the orc's broad, tattooed back, leaving a clear trail over water behind it as it brushed the orc's emerald skin. Number sixty-eight lifted his head up and looked back over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting Matt's hazel ones. "Thank you, sir," said the orc.

"No problem, boy," smiled Matt, before the orc turned and continued drinking.

Soon, all the orcs had quenched their thirsts, Matt put their bits back in and slipped number fifty-four's hood back on before he had the orcs stand up and move into a line. He and Kris then took one end of the trough and brought it over to the fence. They tilted the trough until the water poured out, washing the metal trough clean and sending the water down the incline on the other, forested side of the fence, before the pair brought the trough back to shed. Matt returned from the shed first, striding straight over to the line of orcs who quickly put their heads down and looked at him with tilted-up eyes. "Alright, orcs, who's ready for some fun?" asked Matt.

The orcs all moaned and groaned their answers as Kris wheeled a cart full of weight-lifted supplies up beside Matt.

"I think we'll start with a little competition," Matt mused, out loud, before he looked back to Kris, "Go get the enema stuff."

The orcs moaned and whined at the mention of enemas, knowing just how humiliating they were and also how much they turned them on.

"Oh, I like the sound of this," smirked Kris, before he turned away and walked back over to the shed.

As the older human returned to the shed, Matt cast his eye across the orcs who looked at the human submissively before the human eventually focused on the orc with the red mohawk, number twenty-seven, who whined a little. "Looks like you'll get a chance to redeem yourself, orc," stated Matt, the orc moaning and nodded a little in response.

Matt looked at the rest of the orcs, thinking about which one should go up against number twenty-seven, when number sixty-eight stepped forward and looked directly at Matt.

"Really? You want to compete, boy?" posed Matt, slightly taken aback.

Number sixty-eight nodded and let out a "Yes, sir," around his bit.

"Alright, if you want it," responded Matt, as Kris returned from the shed with a buckle full of water and two large enema syringes. The orcs immediately moaned and groaned at the sight of the syringes as they thought of previous days when they had become acquainted with them and shifted on their feet as their cocks got a little hard from the memories.

Matt had the two orcs step away from the others and had them walk over to the fence, bending over it to display their large, round asses to the humans and the other orcs. The asscheeks of the two orcs made almost perfect emerald orbs as they bent over and rested their chests on the fence, the cheeks coming apart slightly to provide a glimpse of the plugs inside of them while the orcs looked back over their shoulders at Matt. The young man knelt down behind both of the orcs and took hold of number twenty-seven's plug, giving it a little tug and eliciting a moan from the orc before pulling hard and popping the plug out of the orc's hole. The orc with the mohawk let out a loud cry, arching his back as his eyes rolled back for a moment in his head and making Matt smirk. "Hold still, boy," instructed Matt, as he placed the plug on the small of the orc's back, "If this falls off, you'll be holding it in your mouth."

Number twenty-seven moaned as he tried to remain still while Matt turned to number sixty-eight. Matt took hold of the orc's plug and gave it two good pulls, making number sixty-eight groan, before he loudly popped it out and made the orc's back arch, his eyes roll back a little as he let out a relieved groan. Matt set the orc's plug on his back before he took the one of the syringes from Kris before the older man put the bucket down between the orcs. The two orcs whimpered quietly as Matt dipped the tip of the syringe into the water to draw it up to fill the syringe. Then, turning to number sixty-eight, he inserted the tip of the syringe into the orc's hole and pushed the plunger to force the water deep into the orc's bowels, savouring the long, drawn out moan that the black-haired orc made as the cool water filled him up and pushed against his stomach and prostate. Once the plunger was all the way down and the syringe was empty, Matt pulled it out and looked around the orc's backside to meet the orc's gaze as the green male looked back at him. "Hold it in, boy," instructed Matt.

The orc moaned and nodded, letting out a "Yes, master," before Matt handed the syringe to Kris, who took it while being careful of the tip, and Kris handed the younger human the other syringe. Matt repeated the process with the other syringe and the other orc, drawing the water into the syringe before pushing the water into the orc's anus and earned him another long moan as the orc's back arched. Once Matt was finished, he placed the syringe into the bucket, seeing that there wasn't much left in the bucket and thought with a smirk just how much pleasure and discomfort that water was sending through the orcs, though, looking between the orc's legs, the hardest of their cocks definitely seemed to say that the orcs were enjoying it quite a bit.

Matt passed the bucket to Kris who took it and placed the other syringe into the bucket before his younger partner stood up and took the plugs off the orcs' backs, slipping them into the bucket with the syringes. The young human then ordered the orcs to stand up and face him and the orcs compiled, carefully straightening up and turning around as the water shifted inside of them and sent more waves of mixed pleasure and discomfort through them while they clenched their hole shut as tightly as they could. "Alright, orcs, here's the game," explained Matt, firmly, "You're both going to run down to the Posts and back again, over and over. The goal isn't to see you can do it the fastest, but who can hold their enema in the longest while they run. Loser gets punished."

The two orcs whimpered at the thought of what Matt was going to make them do, though it didn't make their cocks any softer, and even the orcs who stood behind Matt and watched whimpered, thinking just how torturous that was going to be as their cocks got a little harder.

Matt had both the orcs step up to an imaginary line beside him before moving to stand between both of them, the two orcs looking down at him. "I expect both of you to run, like proper orcs, to show how well I've trained you, understood?" continued Matt, giving number twenty-seven a smack on his ass with his crop and making the orc jump, "If I see one or both of you jogging or walking, you will be lose and you'll be punished, understood?" Matt gave number sixty-eight a smack on his ass to punctuate the point.

"Yes, sir!" yelled the orcs, around the bits.

"Get cantering, boys," ordered Matt, and the pair of orcs started jogging in place, letting their knees as high as they could as they felt the water slosh around inside them. Matt held up his crop up in front of him, glancing at one orc then the other, before he whipped it downwards and shouted, "Go!"

The orcs immediately shot off and started running down the field as fast as they felt they could handle while holding in the enemas. Both were about equal in fitness so both of them kept almost the same pace, making it to the posts and then spinning around to race back towards the other orcs and the humans. The two orcs tried their hardest to focus on running while trying to keep their holes shut, however they couldn't help, but be distracted by the sloshing of the water inside of them. The water seemed to throw off their balance somewhat as they were more top-heavy than they were before and the water pressed on things inside them that sent wave after wave of mixing sensations wash over them, not to mention that the water's movement only made it harder to hold in, as if the water was fighting to get out.

The other orcs watched the running two with undivided attention, hardly able to imagine what numbers twenty-seven and sixty-eight were going through, but also what it would be like to be in their positions and that thought only made them all harder. Kris couldn't stop himself from grinning as he saw just how much control Matt had over the orcs as he gave the orcs quick smacks on their asses with his crop as they came back and turned in front of him before running back down the field. Not to mention what natural submissives the orcs were given the fact that the idea of being forced to run while holding in enemas was turning them on, simply because of the sheer domination of the whole thing.

The two orcs ran lap after lap, showing just how fit they were, but it was obvious that the effect of holding in the enemas was swiftly getting to them as they began to slow, began to glisten with sweat, and breathe heavily. Number twenty-seven slowed somewhat more than number sixty-eight and then, suddenly, he came to a stop and his eyes went wide before he bent forward slightly and let out a loud groan as the water inside him came gushing out in a crystal clear stream which quickly disappeared into the grass. Number sixty-eight came to a stop and turned to look at his opponent as the other orcs gasped around their bits. "Looks like we have a winner," remarked Matt, gesturing at number twenty-seven to come over to him, to which the orc quickly complied to. Number sixty-eight followed the other orc and the two stood in front of their human handler. "Good work, boys, I'm very proud of both of you," smiled Matt, petting both affectionately and the orcs closed their eyes and savoured his touch, "You both put on a great show, but rules are rules, isn't that right, boys?"

Both of the orcs nodded.

"You'll be getting punished," stated Matt, looking to number twenty-seven who nodded, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Matt then turned to look at number sixty-eight who looked down at his master. "Looks like you'll be getting rewarded, huh, boy?"

The black-haired orc let out a sound of anticipation that was sort of like a moan.

"You can let out your enema now, boy," instructed Matt, but was surprised when the orc shook his head, "What? You don't want to let it out?"

The orc nodded.

"It's okay to let it out, boy," assured Matt, "We don't want you getting hurt or anything. Are you sure, boy?"

The orc nodded again, making sounds of confirmation around his gag.

"Alright, boy, if you're so sure about it," shrugged Matt, "But, if anything starts to be unpleasant, you tell me right away, understood?"

"Yes, sir," responded the orc, and Matt had the two kneel down onto the ground, their cheeks on the ground so their asses were in the air. Kris brought over the bucket with the orc's plugs which Matt washed quickly in the leftover water before he pushed one and then the other back into their place, the rubber sinking into the orcs' holes as moans came from the pair.

Matt had the two orcs stand back up before he turned back to the others. "Alright, boys, it's time for your work-out," Matt stated, "You've got the equipment here and you know all know what to do with it. You can also take some downtime and relax a little if you want, but make sure you get a good amount of time on the weights, too. I want my orcs to be big and strong. But, remember, jerking off or helping others to jerk off is forbidden unless I give you express permission." Matt paused, turning to look at number fifty-five, the one whose head was covered in the hood, who whimpered a little around the phallus in his mouth. "Anyone who does will be punished accordingly. Orgasms are given by masters and the only time orcs are allowed to cum without permission is if you cum just from being fucked, right, boys?"

"Yes, master," answered the orcs, nodding almost in unison.

"Good, now who wants to go where?" posed Matt, as he and Kris quickly got to work unbinding the arms and slipping off the mitts of the orcs who wanted to lift weights, which turned out to be most of the orcs, other than numbers twenty-seven, fifty-five and sixty-eight. With their arms unbound and their hands freed, the orcs flexed the stiffness out of their fingers before each grabbed a couple of weights and either started pumping with their arms or strapped weights to their ankles and worked out their legs.

With most of the orcs sorted out, Matt and Kris turned to the three orcs they hadn't unbound. "The hooded orc is mine," smiled Kris, making number fifty-four moan around the rubber cock in his mouth.

Matt smirked and nodded at the other human, "Sure, go ahead. Just don't be too rough with him."

"Ah, you're too soft!" bawked the older man, as he hooked his finger through the hooded orc's nosering and pulled the orc away from the upper area of the field, the orc moaning and whimpering the entire way, and over to one side, towards the fence.

Matt turned to look at number twenty-seven who looked down timidly, making sure not to meet Matt's gaze. "Aw, what's wrong, orc? You don't need to feel bad about losing, you did your best. I'm happy with how well you did," assured Matt, the orc with the mohawk looking up to meet the human's gaze, "But, you'll still need to receive your punishment. Now, you can get wait over by the Posts or you can lift weights with the others and I can come get you."

The orc looked to the others and nodded his head in their direction. Matt nodded and quickly released the orc's arms and hands before the large, green male turned to work to make himself even bigger than he already was, just like most of the other orcs.

With all the other orcs dealt with, Matt finally turned to number sixty-eight who had stood patiently by, staring intently at the human. Matt smiled a little and reached up to pet the orc's cheek which made the orc let out a quiet little moan, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as he melted into the touch. "So, now it's just you and me, huh, boy?" stated Matt, "You've been a very good boy waiting so patiently."

"Thank you, master," responded the orc, around his bit.

"You doing okay, boy?" asked Matt, "Is that enema giving you trouble yet?"

The orc shook his head.

"You still want to keep it in?"

The orc nodded.

"Well, just don't be strong for me, okay? If that starts to give you trouble, tell me. I don't want any of my orcs getting hurt."

"Yes, sir," responded the orc.

Matt's smile widened a little before he looked down and his attention turned to the orc's nipple rings. The human hooked one of his fingers through one of the thick, metal rings and gave it a little tug, eliciting a short groan from the orc before he reached down and threaded his finger through the ring through the orc's cockhead which caused the orc to flinch a little before he let out a quiet grunt and his cock give a little twitch of anticipation. "I bet these hurt going in, huh, orc?" remarked Matt, looking up at the orc.

"Uh huh," nodded the orc.

"Did you like it?" posed Matt.

The orc looked down a little in embarrassment before he nodded a little, again, "Uh huh."

"Oh, so you're a bit of a masochist, are you, orc?"

The orc moaned a little before he nodded for a third time.

Matt reached up and pulled out the orc's bit with a loud, sloppy exhale from the orc, letting it hang around the orc's neck as the human looked up into the orc's blue eyes, "So, tell me, orc, what do you want for your reward?"

The orc looked down at the brown-haired human for a moment before saying, "Orc want his master, sir," the orc answered, "Orc want his master to use him, sir, in any way master sees fit. Orc want master to train orc."

Matt was a little taken aback, expecting pretty much anything except what the orc had said. He remained in a somewhat stunned silence before he said, "Alright, boy, if that's what you want."

"Thank you, master!" responded the orc, his voice filled with happiness as he smiled widely, "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much, master!"

Matt looked at the orc for a long moment, trying to think about just what the orc would like the most, before he finally decided and look up into the orc's eyes. "How would you like to be my pony for the rest of the day, boy?" posed Matt, smiling.

The orc's eyes went wide for a moment before the orc answered enthusiastically, eagerly nodding his head, "Oh yes, master, please! Please, make orc master's pony, sir! Please, master!"

Matt's smile widened. "Alright then, boy, let's go grab something," responded Matt, before he reached up to take hold of the orc's bit and the orc opened his mouth in response, "Good boy." Matt slipped the bit back into the orc's mouth and then hooked his finger through the orc's nose ring before he led the orc passed the rest of the orcs as they worked out, their eyes following the two as the human led the orc obediently over to the shed. Matt left number sixty-eight outside the shed while he stepped inside for a moment before returning to the orc with a long, thin leather strap that had clips on either end in his hands. "I think you're going to love this, boy," remarked Matt, before he attached the strap's clips to orc's nipple rings and threw the strap over the orc's head, "Turn around and kneel down."

The orc quickly obeyed Matt's orders, kneeling down with his back to Matt as he looked back over his shoulder at his human master.

"Pull your arms open a little more, orc," Matt instructed, "Pull them a little further away from your sides."

Number sixty-eight did as he was told as best as he could, wondering what his master was planning, but quickly found out when Matt awkwardly slipped his legs through the space between the orc's arms and his torso and climbed onto the orc's back. Number sixty-eight tightened the space created by his arms to hold Matt more securely while his mitted hands cupped Matt's buttocks which sent a shiver down the orc's spine and made his cock twitch. Matt took hold of the leather strap, transforming them into reigns, and then leaned back a little to give the orc a smack on his ass with his crop.

"Stand up," ordered Matt, and the orc carefully got to his feet, but earned himself another smack on the ass to speed him up. Matt pulled on the reigns once the orc was standing, tugging on the orc's nipple rings and making the orc let out a pleasured groan. "Good boy," cooed Matt, "So, what do you think, boy? You like it?"

The orc nodded quickly, "Yes, sir."

Matt looked down over the orc's shoulder, seeing, barely sticking out from the shadow of the orc's pecs, the orc cock already hard and bobbing in front of him. "Looks like someone else likes it, too, huh?" smiled Matt.

The orc let out a moan.

Matt smacked the orc on the ass a third time and tugged on the reigns, making the orc cry out before he turned his head to look back at Matt. "Come on, boy, let's show you off to the others," smirked Matt, before he smacked the orc a fourth time with his crop. Crying out, the orc started off at a quick walk towards the others who all turned and stared as number sixty-eight brought Matt over to the work-out area, "Give them a couple laps around, orc. Let them all have a good look at you."

Number sixty-eight made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a neigh as he trotted around the group of orcs who all lowered their arms while holding their barbells and stared at the human and the orc, the former riding the later. Number sixty-eight blushed a little as he felt the eyes of almost every other orc in Matt's stable on him and his muscled, green-skinned body as the human rode him and gave his ass a few smacks with the crop, making him let out a few cries while Matt tugged at the reigns attached to the orc's nipple rings to make him turn. Matt could see the surprise in their eyes, knowing that they had never really seen anything like this, as well as the desire to have it done to them or to have something that would force them into an equally submissive role.

After about five laps around the other orcs, Matt smacked number sixty-eight's ass with his crop and ordered him away from the upper section of the field, shouting back over his shoulder, "Back to work, orcs!", at the orcs standing with weights in their hands.

The orcs snapped out of their awe and quickly got back to working out while Matt tugged at the reigns and smacked the orc's ass to encourage number sixty-eight down along the fence line until the orc and his rider came to find Kris and number fifty-four, the moans of the number fifty-four reaching Matt's ears once he and number sixty-eight reached them.

Kris had taken the orc's hood off, holding it in one hand, and had unzipped his coveralls which sat in a heap around his ankles. Standing almost completely naked, aside from his socks and his boots, he had number fifty-four kneeling down on the ground and was using his other hand to shove the orc's head between his asscheeks. The orc had to spread his legs out pretty far and Kris had to practically stand over the orc and have the orc bend his back backwards to be able to get the orc's head level with his waist, but neither of them seemed concerned with the lengths they had taken. "Oh yeah, that's it, orc," moaned Kris, bucking his hips in time with his pushing of the orc's head, "Get your tongue nice and deep into my ass, boy."

The sound of the orc moaning was slightly muffled by Kris's cheeks, but, with both Kris's and the orc's cocks hard, it was obvious both of them were enjoying it. It was also obvious, once Matt and number sixty-eight were close enough, that Kris had given number fifty-four a spanking and a pretty good one based on the colour of the orc's ass.

"You like eating ass, orc?" posed Kris, looking over his shoulder.

"Uh huh," answered the orc, into Kris's ass.

Matt cleared his throat and Kris turned to look at the other human while the orc looked at Matt and the other orc out of the corner of his eye, since his mouth was still firmly pressed into Kris's ass. "Punished, huh?" commented Matt.

"What? You see him able to touch himself now?" countered Kris, letting go of the orc's head and taking a step away from number fifty-four, "But never mind that, check you out, man! I take back what I said earlier. This is awesome! When the hell did this happen?!"

"Little while ago," responded Matt, "This orc here wanted to be used by me as his reward for winning so I thought making him a pony would be pretty fun and he certainly liked the idea, didn't you, pony?"

Number sixty-eight nodded and let out a half-moan, half-neigh.

"Damn, dude!" exclaimed Kris, running his hand through his hair, "I definitely take back what I said. If only the other handlers could see this."

Matt smirked before changing the subject. "So, how are things here with him?" asked Matt, nodding towards the orc who was still kneeling on the ground.

Kris turned to look back at the orc behind him and smirked as well. "Oh, I think he's learned his lesson, huh orc?"

"Yes sir," nodded the orc.

"Well, I need you to look after the others while I get stuff ready for number twenty-seven's punishment," stated Matt, "Bring that orc with you and put him with the others, I think you've had enough fun with him for now."

"Spoil sport," smirked Kris, "Fine! But, I'm staying like this, give the orcs something to ogle." Kris stepped out of his coveralls and curled up both his arms to show off his biceps.

Matt rolled his eyes, "Whatever, just make sure they're all alright, okay?"

"You got it, kiddo," Kris responded, before he turned and slipped the hood back onto number fifty-four's heads, the orc giving a little moan around the rubber phallus as Kris zipped the hood closed.

Matt gave number sixty-eight a smack on his green ass with his crop and tugged on the reigns to make him turn away from the other human and orc before smacking him on the ass again to get him walking, directly him over in the direction the stables. Glancing back over his shoulder, Matt saw Kris leading number fifty-four in the opposite direction, over towards where the orcs were working out. The brown-haired human turned his hand back to face the front and then looked down at the orc he was riding. "Come on, boy, let's get that enema out of you," said Matt, making the orc tilt his head back to look at him and moan a little.

The human directed the orc over towards the stables and then turned him to move around the side where the orcs had had their first enemas of the day. Once they were around the side of the metal building, Matt directed number sixty-eight over to the grate, making him stand in front of it, before he ordered the orc to kneel down and, once the orc had obeyed, Matt slipped his legs out from the orc's arms. The orc whimpered as Matt pulled his legs free and stood beside him, feeling as if Matt were leaving him as he turned his head up to look at the human. "Oh, don't be sad, boy," assured Matt, petting the orc's head, "I'll ride you more in a minute, but we need to get the enema out so it doesn't cause any damage or anything. I don't want any of my orcs getting hurt, or at least, hurt in a way that they don't enjoy."

The orc looked up into Matt's eyes and nodded, making Matt smile before he had the orc lean forward so that Matt reach down and take hold of the orc's plug. The orc moaned around his bit as Matt pulled at his plug and let out a cry as his plug finally popped out. The orc's hole twitched as the water shifted inside of him, the orc letting out a whimper.

"It's okay, boy, let it out," soothed Matt, "Just relax and let it all out."

The orc whimpered again as he felt the water move closer and closer to coming out, arching his back before he gave a push and the water came streaming out to fall down through the grate. Matt did notice that it was quite a bit less than he had put in, figuring that some of it had been absorbed by the orc's bowels.

"Good boy," smiled Matt, petting the orc's head as he saw that the orc's cock was rock hard again. Matt had the orc lean forward, his head was near the ground and his ass was in the air, and gave the orc a spank on his one asscheek before he pushed the plug back into the orc's ass which swallowed up the rubber plug after a moment, the orc letting out a long, loud moan.

Matt told the orc to stay where he was before he turned and ducked around the front of the building, slipping inside the stable to grab a stainless steel food bowl from one of the equipment cabinets. Bowl in hand, Matt headed back out and back around the corner towards the orc, who was still kneeling obediently where Matt had left him, and the human walked over to the small fountain which he would wash the orcs' plugs in before turning the fountain on and filling the bowl from the small arch of water. The bowl quickly filled and Matt took the filled bowl and kneeling down to place it in front of number sixty-eight, then reaching up and pulling the bit out of the orc's mouth.

"Go ahead and drink, orc," said the human.

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, before he bent down and started drinking.

Matt stood back up and leaned against the fountain to watch the orc as he drank. "So, orc, have you enjoyed your reward so far?" asked Matt

The orc straightened up and grinned broadly up at the human, "Yes, master! Orc loves being master's pony. Feels so great to have master on orc's back, feel master tug on orc's nipple rings, feel master's crop on orc's ass. It all feels so good! Makes orc so hard."

Matt chuckled, "I'm glad to hear that, boy. I'm happy to hear that you like it so much."

"May orc be honest, master?" posed number sixty-eight.

"Of course, boy," answered Matt, "My orcs can always be honest with me."

"Orc wishes he could be master's pony everyday," admitted number sixty-eight.

Matt smiled a little down at the orc, kneeling beside the orc to pet him again and making the orc blush a little. "Well, at the very least, you've got the whole rest of the day, orc," responded Matt, "Make sure you savour it. And, if you're good, you may have more of it waiting in your future."

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, "Orc will be a good pony, master."

"Good boy," muttered Matt, before asking, "Finished?"

The orc nodded and the human slipped the bit back into the orc's mouth before picking up the bowl as he stood up and washed it out in the fountain.

"Stand up, boy," instructed Matt, the orc quickly complying and Matt taking hold of the reigns attached to the orc's nipple rings to lead him back around the front of the stables.

Matt and the orc went back into the stables which seemed strangely, almost unnaturally, quiet without any orcs in it. The human quickly collected a bunch of straps, restraints, and various pieces of gear, stuffing them into a duffel bag which he slung over one of the orc's shoulders before he had the orc kneel back down and then slipped his legs back through the orc's arms. A quick smack on the ass got the orc back up to his feet and the pair headed off back out of the stable building and out down the field.

Matt made the orc stop a fair ways from the top of the field, in front of a group of thick, wooden poles which had been driven into the ground and had numerous metal rings screwed into the wood at regular intervals up and down their height and around their circumference. Number sixty-eight whimpered a little, knowing exactly what those posts were used for. "Yeah, I know, boy," murmured Matt, as he had the orc kneel down to let him off again before he took the duffel bag off of the orc's shoulder, "Don't worry, boy. You've been good so you won't be here anytime soon, but hopefully you'll like the show I've got planned."

The orc moaned/neighed and stayed where he was as he watched Matt attach the restraints to the rings and unscrewed a good number of rings from the front of the post, checking and rechecking them as he worked to visualize what he was going to do. Number sixty-eight watched Matt as he attached the restraints to the posts, his blue eyes gliding over the shape of the human's body underneath the coveralls and how it moved as the human went about his work, how it strained against the fabric when he moved in certain ways, and the orc couldn't stop himself from picturing what it looked like without the coveralls. He knew it was likely that his light brown skin tone continued onto the rest of his body and he knew that it was likely that Matt had at least some muscles with all the work he did with the orcs and with the stables. Number sixty-eight felt himself get harder as the image of Matt, standing before him without any clothes on appeared vividly in his mind, almost overlaying what he was seeing in front of him. Once he had the image in his mind, it didn't take very much to begin picturing everything that he wanted Matt to do to him, grabbing his hair roughly as the human forced the orc's mouth down on his hard cock, bending the orc over his lap and spanking the orc's big green ass, and tightly holding the orc's hips as he pounded the orc's ass hard and loud while the orc yelled loudly in pleasure. He pictured Matt strapping him up in full pony play gear and training him, smacking his ass with his crop as the orc cantered in a circle, the orc carrying the human like he had been and even crawling around on all fours while Matt sat on a saddle strapped to his back. The orc let out a quiet moan as his fantasies flashed before his eyes, but, when he heard someone laugh quietly, he snapped back to reality to see Matt squatting down in front of him and smiling amusedly at him.

Number sixty-eight let out a bit of a yelp, which was muffled a little by his bit. "Hey, orc, you have fun daydreaming?" chuckled Matt, before pointing to the orc's erection, "Seems like you were having quite a bit of fun." Matt touched the head of the orc's cock with his fingertip and pushed down before releasing it, letting it flap back up. A shiver ran down the orc's spine as Matt touched his cock, a big, fat bead of pre-cum welling up out of his slit. Matt chuckled again, before he looked directly into the orc's eyes, "You like me, don't you, boy?"

The orc whimpered a little and tilted his head down.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid or ashamed, boy," Matt assured, petting the orc's head and making the orc look up at him, "You can admit it if you want, nothing bad will happen. I just want to know if you like me, orc. Do you like like me?"

The orc looked at the human for a long moment or two before he nodded, quickly.

Matt smiled warmly at the orc and, keeping his hand on the orc's head, he leaned forward to touch his forehead to the orc's. "You're such a good boy," murmured the human, listening to the orc moan from Matt touching him in such an intimate way and from being able to look directly into the human's eyes. The two stayed looking into each other's eyes and savouring the intimacy which both of them felt so strongly before the human drew away and stood up, "Come on, boy, let's go start the show."

"Yes, master," nodded number sixty-eight, before Matt hopped back onto the orc's back and the orc got to his feet.

With a smack on the orc's ass, the pair headed up to the top of the field where all the rest of the orcs were either still working out for relaxing in the shade. Kris was leaning against the fence, still naked as he watched the orcs while they stole glances at him and his naked body. The hooded orc was amongst the other orcs who were working out, curling his biceps in spite of not being able to see through his hood. Kris turned and smirked as Matt and number sixty-eight approached the group, the orcs letting out low, quiet moans as they laid eyes on number sixty-eight again. "Hey, kid, so how's the riding going?" posed Kris, "The orc still behaving himself?"

"Yeah, he's been very good," Matt answered, petting the orc affectionately and causing the orc to make happy sounds around his bit, "Everything's ready. You want to get the punishment going?"

Kris grinned evilly, "Sounds good to me."

Matt looked across all the orcs until his eye found number twenty-seven among those who were still working out, his red mohawk standing out amongst the rest of the orcs. Number twenty-seven looked to Matt and put down the weights he was using before stepping forward, his head bent. "You ready for your punishment, orc?" posed Matt.

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, looking up at little.

"Alright then," responded Matt, before he turned to the rest of the orcs, "Alright, boys, time for a little afternoon entertainment." The orcs all put the weights they had been using back on the cart they had come from before they all lined up in front of Matt and number sixty-eight. Matt had number sixty-eight kneel so he could climb off to help Kris slip the leather mitts back on the orc's hands and bind their arms back behind their backs. Then, with all the orcs assembled and bound once again, Matt climbed back unto number sixty-eight before making him turn with a tug at the reigns and the two led the orcs back down the field towards the Posts with Kris following a few steps behind the orcs.

The orcs obediently followed behind Matt and number sixty-eight and lined up in a straight line in front of the Posts once Matt had brought number sixty-eight to a halt. Matt dismounted number sixty-eight and left him kneeling off to the side before he walked over to number twenty-seven and hooked his finger through the orc's nose ring, making the orc let out a little whimper.

"You understand that you lost the competition, boy?" posed Matt, "You understand that you're going to be punished?"

"Yes, master," answered the orc, around his bit, "Orc needs to be punished, master."

"That was the rules of the competition," nodded Matt, "But, don't be too hard on yourself. You did good and I think you should enjoy what I've got in store for you."

The orc with the red mohawk moaned a bit.

Matt pulled the orc by his nose ring over to stand in front of the central post before he turned his head and nodded to Kris, indicating he wanted Kris's help. The older human walked straight over to the post as Matt unclipped the orc's arms and, making the orc squat a little so that his orc was about level with Matt's chest, wrapped them behind the poll, securing them together and to the poll itself so the orc wouldn't slip down and so that the orc could push up against the restraints. Matt then secured the orc's collar to the post, but made sure that it wasn't too tight that it would start to impair the orc's breathing, and did the same with the orc's nose ring so that it pushed his nostrils up like a pig. Once the upper body restraints were in place, Matt told Kris to follow his lead and bent down to take hold of the orc's leg. Kris mirrored Matt and, as the orc let out a surprised grunt, the two lifted up the orc's legs until they were pointed back towards the post, sticking the orc's ass out and making his abdomen perpendicular with the post. The orc whimpered as Matt connected his ankles to the poll by a short strap so that the orc could move a little, but not much. "There you go, orc, what do you think?" posed Matt, running his hand across one of the suspended orc's asscheeks, "You like having your ass exposed for all the world to see?"

The orc let out a sound that was half-moan and half-whimper as he tried to struggle in his restraints, but only succeeded in wiggling his ass for all of the orcs and the humans that were watching. Matt smirked seeing that the orc was already starting to get hard and that the rest of the orcs were starting to get aroused as well.

"You mind getting me another bucket of water?" asked Matt, looking to Kris, "And one of the syringes."

"Oh sure, just don't start all the fun without me," answered Kris, before turning away and walked back up towards the top of the field while Matt turned his attention to the suspended orc who let out another whimper.

Matt held up his crop so that the orc could clearly see it before gave the orc a smack across both asscheeks, the orc letting out a sharp cry around his bit. Matt gave the orc two more smacks with his crop on slightly different spots on his ass, eliciting a cry each time, before he trailed his crop up the orc's asscheek and dragged the tip along the back of the orc's leg which was now facing upwards, the orc whining as he watched the crop slide up his leg. Finally, the crop came to a stop on his foot, and the orc's eyes went wide and shook his head as much as the strap pulling up his nose ring would allow as he realized what Matt was going to do. "No! No, please!" begged the orc, his voice muffled back the bit, and he started struggling a little, but he couldn't manage move his foot out of the way as Matt brought the crop down to whack the sole of the orc's foot. The orc yelled around his bit as the smack shot down his leg and all the orcs watching flinched, knowing exactly how all the nerves in the foot intensified the blow. Matt reached over across the orc, the orc's eyes tracked the crop as he begged and struggled, and gave the orc another whack on the other foot, earning him another loud yell.

"Shit, kid!" laughed Kris, as he finished walking back down the field and came beside the suspended orc, setting the bucket of water he held in one hand down beside him, "You know I love punishing orcs more than almost anything, but isn't that a little much for an orc that just lost a competition?"

"Don't worry, I won't be giving him anymore of those," assured Matt, before turning his gaze to the orc who looked back at him with pleading eyes, "I don't want him to walk funny for the rest of the day, I just want to make sure he understands who's in charge and that he's being punished, understood, orc?"

"Yes! Yes, master!" whimpered number twenty-seven, nodding his head frantically, "Orc is being punished, master!"

Kris smirked and shook his head a little, passing Matt the cleaned enema syringe overtop of the suspended orc as the orc's eyes tracked it as it passed in front of his eyes before he let out a moan.

Matt walked around to the front of the orc, reaching between the orc's asscheeks and took hold of the orc's plug before pulling it forcefully out and earning him a loud grunt from the orc which turned into a moan when the plug popped free. Placing the plug on the orc's muscular stomach for the moment, Matt stepped over to the bucket of water Kris had put down as the other human stepped back to stand with the orcs and watched while Matt filled up the syringe with water. Once the syringe was completely full, Matt stood back up and turned to the orc. "Alright, orc, let's start your punishment, shall we?" remarked Matt.

The orc let out a whimper before Matt inserted the tip of the syringe into the orc's ass and pushed down on the plunger, shoving the water into the orc's bowl and making the orc let out a long moan as he felt the water fill him up even more than it had before. Matt refilled the syringe from the bucket and pushed a little extra water into the orc, just to add a little extra discomfort to the orc's predicament. The suspended orc moaned around his bit again and Matt could hear some of the other orc moaning behind him as they looked on and felt what number twenty-seventy was going through.

"Hold it in, boy," ordered Matt, picking up the orc's plug and dropping it into the bucket, "If you don't hold it in, you'll be the one wearing the naughty hood, understood?"

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, the strap connecting his nose ring to the post pulling at his nose ring as his head bobbed, before he let out a sharp cry as Matt smacked his ass with the crop again.

"Keep holding it in, orc," Matt repeated, before he smacked the orc again with his crop. The human continued to crop the orc's ass until it took on a rosy hue and it moved to lay blows along the orc's upturned thighs, the orc crying out with each hit. The other orcs all watched, even the hooded orc could hear what was going on, and each of them couldn't help, but think what it would be like if they were there in number twenty-seven's position, feeling fearful of punishment, but also feeling jealous of the work over number twenty-seven was getting.

Matt stopped his cropping to look over his handiwork, seeing the orc's ass and thighs were pleasantly red and the orc was starting to breathe heavily from the effect of holding in the water while enduring the spanking. Looking down to the ground beneath the orc, the human couldn't see any sign of any water having spilled out and Matt smirked to himself, feeling quite impressed with number twenty-seven. Matt turned away to look at the line of orcs who stood watching, the orcs shifting uncomfortable under his gaze, and stepped over to the hooded orc, hooking his finger through the orc's nose ring and pulling the orc back towards the post as he gave a start and whimpered. Once the orc was over to the post, Matt had him kneel down before he hooked his crop back onto his belt and he reached behind the orc's head to unzip the hood, pulling it off the orc's tattooed head and the rubber phallus out of the orc's mouth.

Matt stepped over to the duffel bag and pulled out a cock-gag, a wide panel of leather with a rubber cock pointing inwards and another, longer one attached onto the front, straps coming from either side of the panel. The gag was slightly different than one which would have been used on a human, a little extra space in the leather panel having been made for the orc's tusks, and the cock which would be in the orc's mouth was lengthened so that it would fill the orc's mouth, but not enough to be a chocking hazard. Matt took the cock-gag in his hands and turned back to the kneeling orc. "Open up, boy," Matt ordered, the orc quickly obeying and Matt inserting the cock-gag before strapping it onto the orc's head.

Giving the orc a quick tap on his ass, Matt had the orc stand up and positioned him in front of the suspended orc, the two orcs locking eyes and knowing that, whatever was about to happen, was going to drive them both wild. Matt smacked number fifty-four on the ass and had the orc squat down so that his head was level with number twenty-seven's hole. With another whack on the ass, Matt made number fifty-four lean forward which pushed the rubber cock into number twenty-seven's ass, the orc with the mohawk letting out a moan as the cock entered him deeper and deeper until it was hilted inside him and number fifty-four's head was pretty much pushed up against number twenty-seven's flesh. Number fifty-four looked up, his eyes barely being able to see over the other orc's sack, but his view was obstructed by the orc's erection which mirrored his own. Another smack was dealt to the tattooed orc's ass and Matt had him pull himself back, drawing the cock out of number twenty-seven and earning another loud moan from the suspended orc.

In and out, in and out, the orc with the tattooed head moved his head to piston the cock attached to his gag in and out of the other orc's ass as he was spurned on by flicks on his asscheeks by Matt's crop and made to slowly increase his pace. The orc with the red mohawk arched his back as best as his restraints allowed him as mixed sensations washed over him, pleasure from the cock stroking his insides and prodding at his prostate while the water inside was being displaced and shoved deeper into him and pushing out against his bowels. The conflicting pain and pleasure only seemed to intensify each other and made the orc's eyes roll back into his head as he let out unintelligible sounds which wouldn't have made sense even if the orc didn't have the bit in his mouth. The other orc's eyes also rolled back in his head as he continued to fuck the bound orc with the cock-gag strapped to his head, feeling completely and utterly submissive as he was being used as a fuck toy and as his ass was being smacked over and over again by Matt's crop while it was put on display for the orcs standing a few steps away. Both of the orcs were rock hard and dripping and this was true for the other orc who were watching, each of them thinking just how wonderful it would feel to be in the positions of numbers twenty-seven or fifty-four. Even the two humans were excited by what was going on, Kris standing unashamedly with his erection sticking out in front of him while Matt could feel his pushing up against the fabric of his underwear and his coveralls.

The suspended orc let out a long, loud whine before yelling around his bit, "Master?! Please, master, may orc cum?! Please, master?!"

"You want to cum, boy?" posed Matt.

"Yes, master! Please, sir!" nodded the orc, frantically despite the strap on his nose ring.

Matt smirked, "If you can cum from being fucked, boy, then feel free, that's the rule."

The suspended orc let out another long, loud moan, writhing in his restraints. The moans from the orc became louder and louder and more and more urgent before Matt grabbed hold of number fifty-four's head and pulled it back. The rubber cock popped out of number twenty-seven's ass and the orc let out a startled cry before the enema came gushing out of him in a perfect, crystalline arch. Number twenty-seven's eyes rolled back in his head as he made a loud, guttural sound and his one leg shook with the sheer amount of pleasure that coursed through his body as the enema left it, making him partially loose control of himself. The other orcs all let out a shocked gasp around their bits as they watched and their erections all grew a little harder, making them ache a little, and the cock of number fifty-four was even harder and ached even more. The first, big gush lasted for several long moments, followed by a shorter squirt and then a third and fourth of diminishing size, the effort from pushing them out tiring out the orc, but only after the enema was out did everyone realize that the orc's stomach and chest were plastered with his cum, even a single squirt hitting his forehead and sticking to a lock of his dyed red hair. Matt figured that it must have been the first big burst which stimulated the orc's prostate enough to make him ejaculate and orcs were famous for their abilities to cum just from being fucked or from stimulation to their prostates.

Matt looked down at the bound orc who was breathing heavily from his ordeal, reaching to pull the orc's drool-covered bit out of his mouth while the orc exhaled as it slipped out. "So, you understand that you've been punished, boy?" posed the human.

"Yes, master," breathed the orc, "Orc was naughty and orc deserved to be punished. Thank you for punishing naughty orc and setting orc straight, master."

Matt smiled and nodded down at the orc before bending down to grab the orc's plug from the water bucket and shoved it back into the orc's hole, eliciting a soft moan from the bound orc. Matt turned to Kris and jerked his head to indicate him to come over and together, one on each side of the orc, they unhooked the orc's legs and set them carefully done onto the floor, but left the orc bound to the poll so that he could take a few moments to get his footing under him. Matt moved back over to number fifty-four and unstrapped the cock-gag, sliding the inward-facing cock out of the orc's mouth with a sloppy exhale from the orc. With a smack on the ass with his crop, Matt got the orc to move over to the other orc who was still tied to the post and ordered him to give number twenty-seven a cleaning. The tattooed orc quickly set about his work, licking up and down the other orc's abs and chest to clean up the thick cum which clung to number twenty-seven's torso as it slowly began to dry. Number fifty-four's tongue slid up and down number twenty-seven's abs and chest, doing his best to make sure he got every little drop, and eventually straightening up a little to lick the little bit that had hit number twenty-seven's head.

It didn't take the tattooed orc long to clean off the other and, once he was finished, Matt had him kneel back down on the ground before holding up the hood he had been wearing all day. "I won't put it back on you just yet, boy, but it's going to need to go somewhere until you're ready for it," stated Matt, "Open up your mouth, boy." The orc immediately complied and Matt had the orc close it onto the top of the hood so that the hood hung from the orc's mouth. "Hold that in your mouth until I say otherwise. If it falls on the ground, you'll be wearing it for another two days, understood?"

"Yes, master," answered the orc, through his closed mouth.

Leaving number fifty-four kneeling on the ground, Matt walked over to number twenty-seven who was still bound to the post and quickly unbound the orc. Number twenty-seven carefully straightened up to his full height, his legs seeming sturdy enough under him as he stood at attention in front of the human and the other orcs. Matt reached up to the orc's head and slipped the bit out of number twenty-seven's mouth. "Thank you, master," said the orc, "Thank you for letting orc cum, master."

"So, boy, what did you think of your punishment?" posed Matt.

"Wonderful, master," smiled the orc, "Orc feel like such a whore. Feel so good, master."

"I didn't crop you too hard, did I, orc?" asked Matt.

"Oh no, master," answered the orc with the red mohawk, shaking his head, "Orc love smacks on orc's ass and thighs and even feet. Orc's ass hurt so good." Number twenty-seven smiled goofily down at the young man to reassure him. Matt smiled a little back before he reached back up and slipped the orc's bit back into the orc's mouth.

Matt had number fifty-four stand back up and then made both of them join the rest of the orcs with a couple more smacks on their asses from his crop. With the punishment dealt with, Matt looked over the orcs in the line, each of them with their erections standing out in front of them, even number twenty-seven as he savoured the sting and the ache of his ass and thighs. Each of the orc stood a little awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other and trying to hide their erections as they blushed under Matt's scrutinizing gaze, except for number sixty-eight who was still kneeling on the ground like a good pony as he waited for Matt to mount him once again. Once he had looked over each of the orc, Matt put all the restraints and straps back into the duffel bag before he walked over to number sixty-eight, slipped the duffel bag onto the orc's shoulders, and carefully climbed onto his broad, muscular back, taking the reigns without a word as the two of them already able to work almost in sync without having to say anything.

Once the human was situated on his back, the orc let Matt smack him on the ass to signal he was ready before he stood up to his full height. "Hmmm," Matt hummed, as he thought for a moment before looking down at the orc he was riding, "We've still got a little time left before supper. What do you think I should do to you orcs, boy?"

Number sixty-eight looked up at Matt and let out a neigh.

Matt turned his gaze back up to the orcs, thinking as the orcs waited in anxious, yet expectant silence before Matt smiled and looked back down to number sixty-eight. "How about you all get a taste of what being a pony is all about?" suggested Matt, "Besides, you'll get to be my pony for that much longer."

The orc the human was riding let out a moan and the other orcs also let out their own sounds of trepidation and anticipation.

Matt tugged on the reigns and made number sixty-eight turn around to look down the field towards the stable building before looking back over his shoulder at the rest of the orcs. "You all better keep up," ordered Matt, before he gave number sixty-eight a good smack on his ass and the orc started off down the field at in a good trotting pace, the rest of the orcs quickly following behind. Kris smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed the great big asses of the orcs wobble and bounce as they jogged away from him, eventually finding number twenty-seven and fifty-four amongst them because of the red colour of their asses. The older human shook his head a little, barely able to believe at that moment that it was his and Matt's job to look after a group of such huge, muscular orcs who loved nothing more than to be spanked, humiliated, and forced to submit.

It didn't take number sixty-eight and the rest of the orcs to reach the bottom of the field and, once they were close to the entrance to the stables, Matt tugged the reigns again and had number sixty-eight turn back around to face back up the field before he laid another smack on the orc's ass, making the orc grunt as he ordered the orc to move faster.

"Get those knees up, boy. Canter like a good pony," instructed Matt, the orc neighing in response before the human looked back over his shoulder, "You all get those knees up, too!"

"Yes, master!" yelled back the orcs.

Matt had the orc run back up the field, passed Kris who stood watching by the Posts, and up to the top of the field before turning number sixty-eight and the rest of the orcs to run back down the field once again. The orc kept up their brisk pace, though sweat was beginning to form on their green skin as they turned and headed back up to the Posts, Matt bringing them to a stop where they had started a few minutes before as the orcs' bodies glistened faintly and were starting to breathe a little heavily around their bits.

"There, I think that worked up their appetites a little, right, Kris?" posed Matt.

"Looks like it, kid," responded Kris, "You want to hop down from there and give me a hand or are you going to saddle me with all the work?"

"I don't know, I quite like it up here," replied Matt, looking down at number sixty-eight as the orc looked up at him and blushed a little. Matt gave the orc's head a quick pet before he had the orc kneel down and he climbed off, taking the duffel bag off of the orc's shoulders.

Kris and Matt headed back up to the top of the field and Matt ordered the orcs to follow close behind. Once they reached the top of the field, Matt and Kris went to the equipment shed to return with the food trough, one human on each end as they brought to back over to where it had been during lunch. Setting it down and filling it with feed, Matt let all the orcs kneel down around it before Matt went around and removed their bits, letting them hang from the orc's necks as the orcs bent forward to have their dinner. Matt took the hood from number fifty-four before allowing the orcs to start eating and, while Matt leaned back against the fence to watch over them, Kris walked back over to the shed and returned with a small, wheeled table which was laid out a bottle of soap and enough thick, leather panel gags for each orc, each fitted with a brush on the front of them which was sticking out from the gag on a short plastic stick.

The orcs devoured most of the food and got a good drink afterwards after the humans had filled the trough with water, and, once the trough was no longer being used, Matt had the orc straighten back up and carefully fixed one of the new gags to each orc. While Matt dealt with the gags, Kris squirted a good amount of soap down the trough and, once all the orcs were outfitted with new gags, Kris grabbed the hose and sprayed more water into it. "Get cleaning, boys," ordered Matt, smacking the asses of the orcs closest to him for emphasis. The orcs whimpered a little before they bent forward to dip the brushes on their gags into the water and began to clean the trough by tilting and jerking their heads to drag their brushes across the trough's metal surface. Each orc looked after their own little space, scrubbing it with their brushes and making sure not a spot was missed, especially where their space met with another's, because they knew they would be spanked and punished if they missed anything.

With all the orcs working together, it didn't take long to get it all cleaned and Kris quickly washed out the trough with more water from the hose before he lifted up the one end and let the water pour out of the other end of the trough. Kris placed the trough's end back on the ground and Matt started to remove all the panel gags, replacing them back on the table before he slipped the bits back into the orc's mouths. Once Matt came to number fifty-four, he took off the panel gag with the brush and had the orc hold the hood in his mouth once again. After grabbing the duffel bag and giving the orcs a stern once over, Matt climbed back onto number sixty-eight and led the orcs and the other human down the field towards the stable building just as the lowering sun was colouring the sky with faint pinks, reds, and oranges. "Looks like you two are getting close," commented Kris, moving up beside Matt and number sixty-eight and looking up to the other human.

Matt looked down at number sixty-eight and the orc looked up to him. "Yeah, I guess we are," responded Matt, petting the orc's head and making the orc moan.

It only took a short time for the humans and the orcs to reach the stables after an afternoon out in the field and the orcs visibly relaxed as they came to the front of the red metal building which they know called home. Matt took the orcs around the side of the building and had them all line up to repeat the enemas they had all gotten in the morning, omitting numbers twenty-seven and sixty-eight since they had already had enemas earlier. Once Matt had dismounted number sixty-eight, each orc took their turn sitting on the spout and being filled up with water before standing over the grate and pushing the water out, while numbers twenty-seven and sixty-eight stood and knelt respectively to the side, and watched. Once they were all clean, Matt brought them all back into the stable building and told all the orcs to line up in the middle of the structure, in between the two rows of metal enclosures which looked almost sadly empty without the orcs being locked up in them. The orcs all quickly complied, arranging themselves in an almost perfect line, before the brown-skinned human flipped on the lights and cast the inside of the building into sharp relief. Leaving the orcs standing in the middle of the building, Matt walked down to the end of the room and placed the duffel bag on the floor beside him for him to put away in a minute while Kris leaned against the front wall to watch Matt at work.

Matt grabbed two buckets from the corner of the room and squirted some soap into one before he filled them with water from the stable's hose, grabbing a bristle brush from a drawer as he went over to the first orc in the line. Dunking the brush into the soapy water, he set the bucket down and started scrubbing the closest orc's body clean, the orc moaning and whimpering as the brush scrubbed back and forth over his green skin and leaving suds behind. Matt made sure that not a single spot was missed, scouring as much of the orc as he could, even going so far as to spread the orc's asscheeks apart and making the orc spread his legs so that the human could scrub behind the orc's sack. Once the human was finished, the orc felt completely exposed from having almost every inch of his body worked over, but the fact of the erection sticking out in front of him also showed that that exposure was quite a turn on. Matt grabbed the second bucket of water, the one without the soap and, holding it up as high as he could, dumped it over the orc's head to wash away all the suds. Turning as he planned to refill the bucket, Matt found Kris standing beside the hose, having been so absorbed in washing the orc that he hadn't noticed the other human moving. Kris smirked at the younger man. "Here, how about I fill that up for you?" suggested Kris, holding out his hand for the bucket.

"Thanks," Matt smiled, grateful, as he passed Kris the bucket.

While the older man refilled the bucket, Matt moved onto the next orc, scrubbing him thoroughly before taking the bucket from Kris and rinsing the orc off. The two humans continued to work together to clean the orcs, Kris refilling the buckets when they needed it while Matt did the dirty work of cleaning the orcs and, working together, the two were able to make rather quick work of the orcs. Once he came to number sixty-eight, Matt removed the reigns from the orc's nipple rings which made the orc let out a quiet whine as if his favourite toy was being taken away.

"Aw, don't be sad, boy," soothed Matt, stroking the orc's cheek, "You know what I'll do with this? I'll put it right over there in the back cabinet so it'll be close at hand when we want to use it again, alright?"

"Yes, master," nodded the orc, speaking around his bit, "Thank you, master."

Matt smiled up at the large, muscular orc before he slipped the reigns into his back pocket and proceeded with the orc's cleaning, perhaps being a little extra gentle as he scrubbed, while he savoured the moans, groans, and the other sounds of embarrassment and pleasure which he elicited from the orc. Matt took extra care to clean every part of the orc before he dumped the water over the orc's head, making the orc curl up a little and cry out from the cold. Each of the orcs was washed in quick order and, with the last orc finished, Matt emptied out the remaining water from the two buckets across the concrete floor to clean it somewhat and so the water wasn't wasted. With all of the orcs cleaned from the day's sweat and dirt, and the sun having set below the horizon, Matt ordered all the orcs to an enclosure and the orcs quickly complied, each of them going to stand behind metal cube which may or may not have been the one which held them earlier in the day. Each of the orcs looked expectantly and intently at the brown-skinned human, waiting for him to give the order. "Come on, orcs, into your enclosures," instructed Matt, and the orcs knelt down and rested their necks into the lower half of the stocks at the front of the metal cube. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, Matt went to each of the enclosures and locked the orcs in, lowering the upper bar over the small of the orc's backs and the upper half of the stocks before he locked them in place as well as locked the orc's ankles into the restraints at the lower back corners of the enclosures and linked their nose rings to the chain on the top half of the stocks.

Once all the orcs were locked in, Matt walked over to number fifty-four, who was locked up in the enclosure at the end of the row and the same enclosure he had spent the previous night in, before he knelt down and held up the hood in front of the orc who let out a little whimper. "Don't worry, boy, you've only got to wear it for one more night," assured Matt, the orc obediently opening his mouth after a moment to let the rubber phallus slide in as Matt slid the hood over his head and zipped it up the back, "Good boy." Matt petted the orc's hooded head before he walked down the row and came to the middle enclosure to find number sixty-eight, locked up in the same enclosure he had previously occupied as well. The orc looked up at the human with his bright blue eyes and Matt looked down at the orc as well as the rest of the room seemed to get a little further away. "I'm going to go and put the stuff away, okay?"

Matt jerked his head up and found Kris standing beside him. "What?" responded Matt, still a little taken aback.

"I'm going to go put some stuff away, okay, kid?" repeated Kris, "I'll be back in a bit, alright?"

"Oh yeah, sure, Kris," nodded Matt, and Kris nodded back before he turned and walked back out the front door of the stable building, heading back up the field beyond. Matt turned back to the orc, who was still looking up at him and let out a little grunt around his bit up at the human. The brown-skinned young man smiled and petted the orc's head affectionately, the orc letting out a soft moan and pushing his head up into Matt's hand. "You've been such a good boy today, orc. I felt like I should give you some sort of reward for being so well behaved, boy. In fact..." Matt trailed off as he turned and walked over to the counter at the back of the stable building, casting his eye across the tools and gear laid out before he found what he was looking for and brought it back to number sixty-eight. Matt held it by one of its straps and dangled it in front of the orc's eyes, letting the orc see exactly what it was, a ring-gag.

Matt took hold of the orc's bit and pulled it out of the orc's mouth, allowing it to hang down from the orc's neck as the large green-skinned male looked up at him. "Master...?" uttered the orc, before Matt held up the ring-gag and, the orc opening his mouth obediently, Matt slipped it in before strapping it back the orc's head. The orc looked up to the human with his forced-open mouth, a slight unintelligible sound escaping it, before he watched as one hand went up to the human's waist and unbuckled his belt which held the container of latex gloves and his crop. Matt placed the belt on the floor beside him, the orc watching the belt's descent, before his hand went up to near his throat and slowly unzipped the front of his coveralls, the eyes of number sixty-eight following the zipper as it went further and further down the young man's form and it revealed more and more of the brown-skinned flesh underneath. The inner halves of Matt's two pectorals were the first the orc saw, more and more of them being revealed as the zipper went lower and lower, followed by the young man's quite defined abs which stopped just above the waistband of a pair of black boxer-briefs and the orc felt his cock get rock hard as he saw what he had never really seen before and liked what he saw.

Matt let the orc drink in the site before him, watching as the orc's eyes trailed up at down his front from him chest to his crotch, and smirked proudly. "Well, like what you see, orc?" posed Matt.

"Oh yes, master!" moaned the orc, through the ring-gag.

"Then, I think you're going to like this even more," stated Matt, before his fingers went to the front of his boxer-briefs, opened up the layers of fabric and pulled out his almost hard cock right in front of the orc's eyes. The orc's blue eyes went wide as he saw the young man's member with its bright brown, circumcised head and its brown shaft of above-average length, and, after a moment of amazement, the orc lurched forward in his restraints, making the enclosure creek, rattle, and protest against his strength, as he tried to get closer to it, the orc crying out and moaning in desire and want. Matt let the orc struggle as he enjoyed the sight of the huge beast trying desperately to get to his cock, the orc's shoulder pressing against the stocks and the chain pulling his nose ring and his nose back. "Oh, you want this, boy?"

"Yes, master!" cried the orc, as he continued to struggle.

"You really want it, boy?" asked Matt, grinned mischievously, "You really, really want it?"

"Yes, master! Please!" howled the orc, through the ring of the ring-gag, "Please, master! Orc want it, master! Please!"

"Then stick out your tongue, orc," ordered the human, and the orc immediately complied. The orc's dark pink tongue lay out over the ring gag and the orc's lower lip like a brightly-coloured red carpet welcoming the young man in, and Matt half-stepped closer to the orc so that he could lay his cock onto the orc's tongue without going into the orc's mouth. The orc let out a frustrated whine and Matt took hold of the base of his cock and tilted it up before smacking it down on the orc's tongue with a wet slap and making the orc flinch a little. Matt laid out a series of smacks on the orc's tongue, teasing the orc who groaned as he looked up at the human with begging eyes, before the human gave another half-step forward and pushed more than half of his cock into the orc's mouth. A shiver ran down the orc's spine as the orc tasted his master's cock for the first time and the orc's blue eyes rolled back into his head as he savoured the flavour. Matt rocked his hips back, withdrawing out of the orc's mouth until he was only about a quarter in, and felt the suction from the orc's mouth drag on the flesh of his cock and his tongue wrap around it as if the orc was trying to keep it inside his mouth, the orc whining around the cock before Matt rocked his hips forward and pushed his cock back in to fill the orc's whole mouth. As Matt began to facefuck the orc, the orc made muffled moans and groans as Matt drew in and out of his mouth and going deeper and deeper each time, the orc looping and drawing his tongue along the human's cock each time, until the orc opened up his throat to allow Matt into it and made Matt arch his back and moan out in surprise, sudden pleasure. "Oh God!" breathed the young man, before he collected himself a little, "I didn't know you knew how to deepthroat, orc!"

The orc moaned and gagged a little as he held Matt in his mouth before Matt started moving again, penetrating and pulling out of the orc's throat with each swing of his hips, and the orc made wet, sloppy sounds around Matt's cock while he continued to moan, and gag a few times when Matt penetrated his throat. The two looked into each other's eyes, the orc looking up at the human and the human looking down at the orc, but Matt knew that, continuing that the rate they were, he wasn't going to last long. He took hold of either side of the orc's head and thrusted as deeply into the orc's mouth as he took and the orc definitely seemed to enjoy the rougher style, the human pushing in until his pelvis almost touched the orc's skin each time which, though it seemed to turn the orc on immensely, Matt knew would be hard on the orc if he wasn't well practiced in it. Matt hilted himself into the orc's mouth and throat and the orc let out a deep, rumbling moan which vibrated along the human's cock as the orc's eyes rolled back again before Matt collected up his self-control and yanked himself completely out of the orc's mouth, the orc letting out a surprised, sad cry at the absence. The orc started begging, unintelligibly because of his ring-gag, as he tried to convince Matt to put his cock back in his mouth and tried to make the human forgive whatever the orc may have done.

"It's okay, boy, just let me collect myself for a minute," Matt said, petting the orc before he walked around the side of the orc's enclosure, the orc moaning and crying after him while he stroked the orc's broad, muscular back, and turned to face the orc's backend. The human took hold of number sixty-eight's plug and pulled at it, slowly increasing the force until the plug popped up and making the orc cry out in surprise. The orc tried to turn his head to see what the human was doing, but the stocks and the chain on his nose ring largely made that impossible and leaving the orc looking around at the other orcs who were all looking directly at him, making him only feel more exposed and submissive and making him let out a moan from his force-open mouth.

Matt set the orc's plug down on the concrete slab which formed the base of the orc's enclosure and elevated it off the floor before he looked to the orc's huge ass spread out in front of him, the hole quivering at its sudden emptiness. Matt could see the subtle marks left by the crop smacking the orc's ass all day and started fondling the two huge cheeks, running his palms over them and squeezing them with his fingers as he heard the orc moan. Matt raised his hand up and slapped one of the orc's cheeks, earning a cry from the orc before the human slapped the other cheek and got another cry out of number sixty-eight. The human continued to spank the orc's huge ass with his hands, smacking one then the other, and savouring the startled cries which the orc let out while the orc twisted in his restraints. After one or two more good slaps, Matt let the orc relax, the large male slumping a little in the enclosure and let out a whimper as drool trailed down his chin from his open mouth to drop into the bowl fixed to the stocks underneath his head, but he perked back to attention as he felt something being pushing into his hole. At first, the orc thought Matt was putting his plug back in and didn't really know why, but, when he felt the length of the object, he suddenly realized that it was Matt's cock and he arched his back and moaned loudly as Matt pushed deeper and deeper into him.

The orc let out another loud, resounding moan as Matt hilted in him and started fucking his ass, the thrusts quickly growing harder and the slapping of Matt's hips meeting the orc's ass quickly growing louder until Matt was holding onto the orc's waist and pounding away. The orc's eyes rolled back into his head again as his tongue lolled out of his ring-gagged mouth and he cried out loud, his voice shuddering and skipping from the pounding he was taking, as the enclosure rattled and shook from the force of Matt and number sixty-eight hammering into one another. Matt's cock speared the orc again and again, dragging along the insides which gripped him and hitting that orc's prostate, all of it sending waves of pleasure through the pair and making Matt pound harder while the orc became like a beast, getting lost in the sensations and the submission as he was shoved forward and pulled back by Matt. All the orcs in the stables watched with widened-eyes as the human and the orc fucked like animals in front of them, but it was really number sixty-eight who attracted their attention as he cried and moaned because they all would love nothing more than to be pounded crazy like that, though they all would steal glances at Matt, knowing that they would all never see him the same way again. Even number fifty-four listened intently to the sounds which bounced off the inside of the stable building and, though he could figure out what was going on, he felt like he was really missing out.

Matt's arms bulged as he pulled the orc back and forth to meet his thrusting hips, but he knew that, especially after the blowjob the orc had given him, he wasn't going to last much longer, however, even knowing that, his climax still almost snuck up on him and he immediately yanked himself out of the orc. Keepers were allowed to fuck orcs, though they were encouraged to give it only as a reward and most didn't because they genuinely cared for the orcs under their care instead of seeing them as sex objects, the one thing that, while not forbidden, but strongly discouraged, was cumming inside one, especially in the ass because it signified ownership on an intimate level and that it was only to be done if the orc wanted it. Even though Matt figured number sixty-eight would have no objections whatsoever, he didn't want to do it without being completely sure so, with his climax pretty much on top of him, Matt grabbed hold of his hard cock and quickly walked around to the front of the enclosure to grab the orc's long, black hair with his free hand and pulled his head upwards. The orc cried out a little in surprise, awoken out of his sex haze, but quickly stuck out his tongue as Matt pumped once or twice before he let out a quick cry as he came and his cum landed in spurts all over the orc's face, on the top of his head and into his hair, hitting his forehead, landing across the bridge of his nose, a good amount getting into his mouth and on his tongue, and the rest falling off his chin or off Matt's cock and landing in the bowl beneath the orc's head. Matt breathed heavily as he squeezed out the last few drops for the orc who swallowed the cum in his mouth as best he could. The human, once he had collected himself a little, let go of the orc's head and unhooked the orc's nose ring from the chain linking it to the top stock. "Make sure you get all of it, boy," ordered Matt.

"Yes, master," responded the orc, before he tilted his head down and started lapping up to the cum which had fallen into his food bowl.

Matt tucked his softening cock back into his underwear and zipped his coveralls up to his chest before he grabbed his belt to buckle back around his waist again. With his uniform back in order, more or less, he knelt down beside the orc as he licked up the last little dregs of cum in his bowl and petted the orc's head. "You're such a good boy, orc," commented Matt, making the orc look up to the human and thank him through the ring-gag, "You know, I've already got an orc at home, but, if you're okay with that and since you like me and all, you could...come and live with us, too, if you want."

The orc's eyes went wide as he realized just what Matt was offering and the other orcs around him all watched to see what his answer would be. The orc was stunned for a moment, his heart leaping in his huge chest at the fact that Matt was actually offering him something like this, before he nodded his head vigorously. "Uh huh! Uh huh! Yes, master! Please, master!" the orc responded, around his ring-gag.

"You sure, boy?" asked Matt, "You really sure?"

"Uh huh! Yes, master! Please, master, please!" begged the orc, repeating the words over and over and, even though he was kind of unintelligible because of the gag, Matt got the gist of it as he smiled and stood up to unbind the orc from his enclosure. Once the orc's restraints were off, Matt picked up the orc's butt plug and pressed it back into the orc's hole, the rubber plug slipping in much easier as the orc was a little looser after the fucking he had taken. Matt ordered the orc to get up from his enclosure, the orc quickly complying, and the human started to look for a leash or something with which to lead the orc before he remembered the reigns and reached into his back pocket for them. He clipped both ends to the orc's nipple rings before he looked up at the orc and smiled as the orc looked down at him.

Matt took hold of the reigns and pulled on it, tugging on the orc's nipple rings which earned him a grunt as he led the orc out from behind his enclosure and down the middle of the stable building. The eyes of all the orcs watched as the two passed, most of them never seeing an orc being taken and some of them were a little envious, but they had all been told about this sort of thing and about the other means that were open to them if they wished to find an owner. Matt brought the orc to the open door and stepped out onto the cobblestone walkway which connected all the various stables and turned, but almost ran into Kris who was dressed in his coveralls again and leaning against the wall of the stables. "Hey, kiddo," greeted the older man, smirking knowingly, "What was going on in there? I could almost hear it halfway down the field."

Matt blushed as Kris's eyes went from the younger man to the orc and back again. "Could you finish up getting everything ready for the night?" asked Matt, "I've got to go see Mr. Anderson."

Kris's smirk widened before he patted the younger human on the shoulder, "You're a natural at this, kid. I'm sure you'll make this orc very happy, just like you already have with your puppy," said Kris, before looking up at the orc, "You're a lucky orc, whore, you remember that."

Number sixty-eight nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Thanks," said Matt, slightly bashfully.

Kris smiled once last time at the pair before he stepped passed the two and headed into the stable building, "You two go and see the boss man, I'll take care of everything in here."

Kris disappeared into the metal building and Matt looked to the orc which made the orc look down at him. "Come on, boy, let's go see Mr. Anderson."

The orc nodded and the two continued down the walkway passed the other stables and towards the main executive building where the owner and head of the entire estate had his office.