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Story of a Mink Monk that bested an orc brute.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This was my first entry in the contest that won me the first round. Story of a Mink Monk that bested an orc brute.", "writing": "The mink walked out of the house he had entered some time ago, looking for supplies. He had come to the island like so many others for one reason or another, money, trophies, bragging rights, doesn’t matter. In one hand he held a seemingly hand carved walking stick as tall as he was, and thick, like that of the staves he used to train with. Worn on his back was a special type of sack to act like a backpack and hold whatever he needed to survive while keeping it from making him off balance or weighing him down. He was clad in simple clothing, flexible and breath well, allowing max dexterity while giving protection from blows and blades well enough.\n\nAs he closed the door, he started walking down the path, looking through the seemingly abandoned town. There where random people around the town here or there, not many though, only a small handful, but no one of particular note. Though, he took a nice pleasure watching males the occasional female having their nice fun with each other. It had been what seemed like roughly an hour or so, and has seen three males neutered, and one female gang raped by some pack of wolves, the poor bunny didn’t really have a chance either as she got in over her head obviously. In passing, he heard something about cooking her, and the mink just grinned before moving on with his search for someone worth a damn.\n\nHe yawned in boredom, when suddenly a lion lunged at him from the bush, holding a large knife, and growling. The lion stared the amused mink in the eyes, “You, hand your crap over and maybe I’ll make slicing your genitals off as quick and painless as I can!” The mink just laughed looking him over before speaking, “No style, no form, no grace, just a simple, idiotic brute.” He said, crossing his arm and tapping his foot “if you want my supplies, there are tons of open houses around here full of stuff, get your own, as for my genitals, someone as unrefined as you would never lay a finger on me even if I was shit faced on alcohol.”\n\nThose words just angered the lion, who lunged with a roar of anger, the sharp knife aimed at the mink’s heart, but with a simple twitch from the wanderer makes the blade miss. Smirking, he watches the confusion on the lion’s maw twists it awkwardly as with another move, the lion is disarmed, rotated in air, swept off his feet, and then has the stave brought down with enough force to fracture the lions ribs and knock the air out of the muscle bound stud and cause him to black out as the mink twirls the staff and hits him in the head. “Dumbass, I hope not everyone is as useless as this guy.” The mink said as he looked the male over. Playing with the large knife, he smirked before yanking the knocked out males pants down, and looked over the bits “hmm, not much to look at, would explain why he was so aggressive.” He said, eying the slightly under sized bits, but shrugged, slicing the genitals off and tossing them in his sack as if it was an everyday thing, then packs the bleeding wound with mud. “Maybe he will be less of a moron and learn to be a good bitch, kekekek”\n\nWith that, he started walking again, humming a random tune as he looked around himself, enjoying the scenery. He didn’t take long to find a clearing off the patch somewhere close to the center of the island and set up a camp in earshot of what he thought might be a river or some form of water source. He was far enough away off the beaten path to not be seen or see anyone, but close enough to keep a focus on the sound of footsteps. In all his years, he had almost mastered the ability to tell combat worth by the sound of footsteps, but it has been trial and error. Some people he had fought and found a challenge didn’t even hold any sort of seeming warrior spirit, while others have held it, but no formal training at all more than some kung fu movies. The mink set up a simple camp, and looked the bits he had collected so far over. Grabbing a stick, he flicked his knife open and started sharpening them, sticking them on the sticks like hotdogs, using another stick to skewered balls on and circles it around a small makeshift propane grill as to not make smoke.\n\nHe sat there, watching as he slipped his pants off, letting his huge genitals hang out, and started to paw off at the sight of roasting weenies and balls. Leaning over, he starts to suck himself off and abuse his own balls, with smacks and abuse here or there, grinding them in, using his hands, able to crush walnuts between two fingers, to squeeze and threaten to rupture a nut, if he wasn’t properly trained. It doesn’t take him long to cum doing that, choking down cum as he deep throats his cock some, oblivious to the world. By the time he finishes his lengthy messy orgasm, his cock is half limp, and the food is ready. He was trained to take pain and abuse to the balls, and in his training, his genitals where a weakness early on, but soon, became an asset of sorts he found. They were so large, and easy targets, they were obviously where people go for hits, either fighting dirty or just last resort. But with iron body training, he has been able to take a bat to the balls, and only wince some, the blow strong enough to burst lesser males’ marbles in their pouch, and that was years ago, the memory of it reminding him how he so started to love the feeling of his balls abused.\n\n***\n\nMeanwhile, from another direction an orc was walking through the forest, he was here as a contestant as well. He was hunting for targets, and though he was obviously smarter than typical orc, though that didn’t amount to much. He was clad in a tattered T-shirt and some old torn, stretched jeans, tight ones that left little to the imagination. He was like most of his race, thick, meaty, and could rip genitals out of lesser males with right leverage easily, as he proved on a whole pack of wolves he ran into eating some large cooked bunny. He left them in a pile, half dead, and had himself a nice helping of sausage and eggs, the thick teeth making little work of the spongy tissue. He left the body behind for others to have at, he wanting to save room for other males he may find. He already was feeling a bit puckish, the strong muscular body taking all those cocks and balls and even the bones and sacks and making them little more than digesting food quickly.\n\nAs he walked he flexed and praised himself for his strength, sure he’d win no matter what, that no male here could possibly be stronger than him and was eager to prove that to the world. As he walked, he started to smell a nice smell, one he was well familiar with on the wind, and a new smell, a nice, hearty, musky smell that caused the orc to stir. “Oooh, mmmmh, smells like we are in luck little Jurm, there is a male close, with some nice food roasting, and I’m sure I can guess what, and by the smell of him, he has a nice pair to pluck as well” he laughed heartily, going from a idle afternoon stroll walk, to a light trot, trying to find the guy before he moves, eats too many of the cooking treats, and to work up a nice apatite. \n\nIt wasn’t long before he slowly came through the forest as quiet as he could, seeing the mink there, and gawking with an open mouth at the look of the male. The mink’s genitals hanging low and fat, the male now naked fully as he got ready for a bath it seemed. This close, the smell was musky, but he could tell them ale recently came, and a nice amount. The stove was set to low, keeping the cooked steaming genitals warm as he got ready to clean himself off. Jurm grinned and thought to himself, ‘Heh, this is going to be easy with those hangers, and tonight, we feast well’ he said in his mind, eying the swaying genitals, seeing them teasing the horny orc.\n\n***\n\nThe mink enjoyed his meal, he particularly loves the crunch the canine knots gave, and enjoyed a few nicely sized orbs, but soon realized his smell and sighed, “Damn… sometimes sucks being a mink so well endowed, heh.” Getting up, he removed his clothing and got ready to take a bath in the nearby water source, turning the fire to a low setting and making sure it was stable, to not burn the forest down. He heard the individual coming, and knew the sound of someone approaching, and coming right for him. By the sound of the footsteps, he figured it was someone muscle bound, horny, and not too smart to boot. As he got closer, he could even hear the males breathing, and as the wind shifted, could smell the males’ lust. Shaking his head, he acted like he didn’t notice; letting the other male think he was stealthy. He purposely exposed himself, showed off, and teased the person watching, sneaking a peak. Seeing the large orc in the trees, watching and the arousal grow stronger as the mink teased.\n\nGrabbing his make shift stave, he acted like he was injured and like he was sore. “Nnnngh, damn muscle bound lion, he kicked my ass…” the mink said out loud, slowly working his way to the water as he started into the forest towards the water. He made sure to take his time and pretend to be weak and an easy target, which paid off as the orc came out grinning wide. Jurm just crossed his arms and chuckled “Well, well, well, what we have here?” he said, the mink turning some to look at the orc, blinking some, pretending to be surprised, summing the orc up. “Why is such a cute little thing like you alone out here, naked…” looking over at the fire, he grinned “and with so many poor boy bits, eh?” he asked grinning, sizing the mink up. The mink just shrugged “I… I am just trying to win this contest, or rather survive it; those are just bits from people that have attacked me so far. Though if you leave, I’ll pretend we never met and I can bath and you can go find some other weaker male to harass.” The orc just laughed and shook his head “Oh, no, I can’t do that, but if you are good, bend over and let me take your ass and genitals, maybe I’ll not kill you. I mean look at you, you look like you can hardly stand without the help of that twig.\n\nJurm slowly approached and the mink turned slowly, backing up as he looks around, surveying his surroundings to ensure he’d not trash his camp, and then just nodded. “Well, put that way, I guess there is no choice then?” he asked “Why don’t you get naked and let me see what you got to work with Mr. Stud?” The orc gladly obliged “Mmmm, shame, I was hoping for a fight to work up an appetite, but who can ignore a simple fuck?” Walking over, he grabbed a few cocks and balls, and stuffed his face while disrobing, the mink watching with a smirk. The orc was what some may call hot, tall at a little under 6 feet or so, muscular enough to prolly get in a bear hugging contest with a grizzly and WIN, and his package was sizable, his cock looked like it got at least 10 inches long and was almost as thick as a can of beer.\n\nTaking a few steps forward, the mink walks around the orc and turns the fire off, taking the last 2 cocks and last 6 balls, stuffing his muzzle and chewing them up, grinning as he gives a swift tap to the orcs sack, enough to make him wince slightly. “Who said we weren’t going to fight, I just wanted to see what I’ll be claiming in a few moments.” The mind added after the tap, circling some holding the staff firm as his cock was starting to harden again as he got excited. Jurm grunted and gripped his fat balls as he squirms and backs away some being surprised. “Why you little… A fight eh? Well fine, but don’t blame me when I rip your dick off and choke you with it!” he said, rushing forward like a dumb orc. The mink just twirled his stave like he was going to hit the orc in the balls, watching him deflect before he hoped into the air some and hit the orc, hard in the face and head, grounding him as the orc stumbled.\n\nThe mink wasted no time to use fist, foot, and stave to beat the orc down to the ground, before suddenly hopping back and smirking, the orc groaning as he flexed and cracked his knuckles, getting up, before letting forth a prima roar. He ran at the mink in a rage and started punching, a few hits connecting but being deflected moments after as the mink used his martial arts to pummel and use the orbs force against him. “The rock can bludgeon and beat at water all it wants, but the water will just move and in the end, the rock is enveloped and left to sink into the darkness” The mink said, the words adding fuel to the fire. “ARG! SHUT UP YOU BASTARD AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!”Jurm shouted before feigning a hit, the mink falling for it before a hard upward kick landed seemingly easily between the minks legs, fat orbs distending as he flew over the orc with the force, and pulled the staff tight under his chin. He kicked out the males legs as he fell, before using a hard palm strike to the back of the orcs head, strong enough to burst a normal sized persons balls if he had enough intent and chi into it.\n\nThe orc’s face went from a grin of satisfaction to a look of surprise as he feels the thick hard wood against his throat, the pressure there feeling like it was choking him. He pulled at the stick, much stronger than the mink, but before he could get it free, he had a hit to the back of his head, blacking out from the brain jarring hit, nearly having an internal decapitation; only thanks to the orcs’ thick skull and thick neck muscles preventing death, falling in dead weight the ground. The mink panted and felt his balls, all there, but they ached. “Damn, I underestimated him, he was smarter than the last 200 orcs I fought, but, now it’s time for fun… kekeke” with that, he grabbed a sharp sticks, and twirled it. The minks cock was hard again and dripping, he contemplated killing the orc, for a bit as he walked around the knocked out brute.\n\nAfter a while, he rolled the male over, taking his favorite knife, and gripping the large genitals. Smirking, he worked the balls low in their pouch, starting to suck the sleeping orc off as he got him hard. He started the grill again and moved the orc to a kneeling position as some blood leaked from his nose, the bruising from the abuse obvious on the light green flesh from his blows. Grabbing some cooking twine, he tied the cock off till it bulged out a good 11 inches and starting to darken. Smiling, he rested the orc sausage on the fire and slid a thick fat pointed skewer stick far into Jurms’ cock. Carefully, he started to cut into the root of the cock, heating his knife to seal the wound as he goes, sliding more and more out as he severed tendons and connective tissue. Before long, the orcs cock was twice as long and sizzling as the root was cooked, before he turned the flame down. Carefully, he cut off the nice size coin purse, and exposed the large orbs, looking them over; he placed them on the metal mesh top of the grill, and started to slowly bake them.\n\nOnce they where cooking, the insatiable lust of the mink finally was given in to. He started to press himself into the tight orc ass as he bent him over the simmering fire and forced his way in, feeling as the heat lick at his own balls as they hang lower. After a bit, the minks cock soon got a nice bloody hole to fuck as he fucked hard and fast, sucking on the de-rooted cock before he started to eat it, imagining it still attached, Cumming hard as he sucks it all down. The fluids flooded the orcs ass as he moaned out in bliss. By the time he pulled out, he let his cum drizzle on the bloated roasted balls, shutting the grill off before skewering one then the other balls with the sick that used to hold the orcs cock. He slowly savored them, eating the egg shaped orbs before severing the cords and downing them as well. “Mmmm, I always love the taste of ork pork loins after a battle, kekeke!”\n\nGrabbing his knife, he heated it up again and sealed the orcs severed sack, and then used the string to stitch him up and give him a new man-vag for others to use, and feeling in a giving mood, he gave the former male a nice simple reroute with a catheter he had from a house. “Well, he is going to wake up feeling like shit but his fault, I did tell him to leave.” With that, he carried the orc through the forest, slowed but needing the workout, not satisfied with how the battle turned out. He used the orcs dead weight as a form of self punishment for the nasty hit he took. As he got to the river, he left the male there and got in, wasting little time cleansing himself of blood, cum, and musk before running all the way back to camp, packing up and moving on. \n\n***\n\nThe orc woke up some time later, seeming to late night, but he couldn’t tell well as all he felt was like the worst hang over he had ever had, the taste of blood in his mouth still as he grumbled. “Da fuk ‘appened…” was all he could say, before seeing the water. Feeling like crap and covered in sweat and blood, he got in slowly. As the water hit his newly formed genitals, he yowled and was awaken from pain. He went to grab his genitals in pain, and only caused more pain as he looked down. Seeing the vag-like hole and bluish-black flesh around it, he remembered the mink, wincing in pain before realizing his ass hurt too, reaching back he felt his stretched torn ass. It was all too much to handle for the poor exhausted sore orc as he fell to his knees and passed out once more, now just a fuck toy for his brothers and others he meets. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The mink walked out of the house he had entered some time ago, looking for supplies. He had come to the island like so many others for one reason or another, money, trophies, bragging rights, doesn’t matter. In one hand he held a seemingly hand carved walking stick as tall as he was, and thick, like that of the staves he used to train with.  Worn on his back was a special type of sack to act like a backpack and hold whatever he needed to survive while keeping it from making him off balance or weighing him down. He was clad in simple clothing, flexible and breath well, allowing max dexterity while giving protection from blows and blades well enough.

As he closed the door, he started walking down the path, looking through the seemingly abandoned town. There where random people around the town here or there, not many though, only a small handful, but no one of particular note. Though, he took a nice pleasure watching males the occasional female having their nice fun with each other. It had been what seemed like roughly an hour or so, and has seen three males neutered, and one female gang raped by some pack of wolves, the poor bunny didn’t really have a chance either as she got in over her head obviously. In passing, he heard something about cooking her, and the mink just grinned before moving on with his search for someone worth a damn.

He yawned in boredom, when suddenly a lion lunged at him from the bush, holding a large knife, and growling. The lion stared the amused mink in the eyes, “You, hand your crap over and maybe I’ll make slicing your genitals off as quick and painless as I can!” The mink just laughed looking him over before speaking, “No style, no form, no grace, just a simple, idiotic brute.” He said, crossing his arm and tapping his foot “if you want my supplies, there are tons of open houses around here full of stuff, get your own, as for my genitals, someone as unrefined as you would never lay a finger on me even if I was shit faced on alcohol.”

Those words just angered the lion, who lunged with a roar of anger, the sharp knife aimed at the mink’s heart, but with a simple twitch from the wanderer makes the blade miss. Smirking, he watches the confusion on the lion’s maw twists it awkwardly as with another move, the lion is disarmed, rotated in air, swept off his feet, and then has the stave brought down with enough force to fracture the lions ribs and knock the air out of the muscle bound stud and cause him to black out as the mink twirls the staff and hits him in the head. “Dumbass, I hope not everyone is as useless as this guy.” The mink said as he looked the male over. Playing with the large knife, he smirked before yanking the knocked out males pants down, and looked over the bits “hmm, not much to look at, would explain why he was so aggressive.” He said, eying the slightly under sized bits, but shrugged, slicing the genitals off and tossing them in his sack as if it was an everyday thing, then packs the bleeding wound with mud. “Maybe he will be less of a moron and learn to be a good bitch, kekekek”

With that, he started walking again, humming a random tune as he looked around himself, enjoying the scenery.  He didn’t take long to find a clearing off the patch somewhere close to the center of the island and set up a camp in earshot of what he thought might be a river or some form of water source. He was far enough away off the beaten path to not be seen or see anyone, but close enough to keep a focus on the sound of footsteps. In all his years, he had almost mastered the ability to tell combat worth by the sound of footsteps, but it has been trial and error. Some people he had fought and found a challenge didn’t even hold any sort of seeming warrior spirit, while others have held it, but no formal training at all more than some kung fu movies.  The mink set up a simple camp, and looked the bits he had collected so far over. Grabbing a stick, he flicked his knife open and started sharpening them, sticking them on the sticks like hotdogs, using another stick to skewered balls on and circles it around a small makeshift propane grill as to not make smoke.

He sat there, watching as he slipped his pants off, letting his huge genitals hang out, and started to paw off at the sight of roasting weenies and balls. Leaning over, he starts to suck himself off and abuse his own balls, with smacks and abuse here or there, grinding them in, using his hands, able to crush walnuts between two fingers, to squeeze and threaten to rupture a nut, if he wasn’t properly trained. It doesn’t take him long to cum doing that, choking down cum as he deep throats his cock some, oblivious to the world. By the time he finishes his lengthy messy orgasm, his cock is half limp, and the food is ready. He was trained to take pain and abuse to the balls, and in his training, his genitals where a weakness early on, but soon, became an asset of sorts he found. They were so large, and easy targets, they were obviously where people go for hits, either fighting dirty or just last resort. But with iron body training, he has been able to take a bat to the balls, and only wince some, the blow strong enough to burst lesser males’ marbles in their pouch, and that was years ago, the memory of it reminding him how he so started to love the feeling of his balls abused.

***

Meanwhile, from another direction an orc was walking through the forest, he was here as a contestant as well. He was hunting for targets, and though he was obviously smarter than typical orc, though that didn’t amount to much. He was clad in a tattered T-shirt and some old torn, stretched jeans, tight ones that left little to the imagination. He was like most of his race, thick, meaty, and could rip genitals out of lesser males with right leverage easily, as he proved on a whole pack of wolves he ran into eating some large cooked bunny. He left them in a pile, half dead, and had himself a nice helping of sausage and eggs, the thick teeth making little work of the spongy tissue.  He left the body behind for others to have at, he wanting to save room for other males he may find. He already was feeling a bit puckish, the strong muscular body taking all those cocks and balls and even the bones and sacks and making them little more than digesting food quickly.

As he walked he flexed and praised himself for his strength, sure he’d win no matter what, that no male here could possibly be stronger than him and was eager to prove that to the world. As he walked, he started to smell a nice smell, one he was well familiar with on the wind, and a new smell, a nice, hearty, musky smell that caused the orc to stir. “Oooh, mmmmh, smells like we are in luck little Jurm, there is a male close, with some nice food roasting, and I’m sure I can guess what, and by the smell of him, he has a nice pair to pluck as well” he laughed heartily, going from a idle afternoon stroll walk, to a light trot, trying to find the guy before he moves, eats too many of the cooking treats, and to work up a nice apatite.

It wasn’t long before he slowly came through the forest as quiet as he could, seeing the mink there, and gawking with an open mouth at the look of the male. The mink’s genitals hanging low and fat, the male now naked fully as he got ready for a bath it seemed. This close, the smell was musky, but he could tell them ale recently came, and a nice amount. The stove was set to low, keeping the cooked steaming genitals warm as he got ready to clean himself off. Jurm grinned and thought to himself, ‘Heh, this is going to be easy with those hangers, and tonight, we feast well’ he said in his mind, eying the swaying genitals, seeing them teasing the horny orc.

***

The mink enjoyed his meal, he particularly loves the crunch the canine knots gave, and enjoyed a few nicely sized orbs, but soon realized his smell and sighed, “Damn… sometimes sucks being a mink so well endowed, heh.” Getting up, he removed his clothing and got ready to take a bath in the nearby water source, turning the fire to a low setting and making sure it was stable, to not burn the forest down. He heard the individual coming, and knew the sound of someone approaching, and coming right for him. By the sound of the footsteps, he figured it was someone muscle bound, horny, and not too smart to boot. As he got closer, he could even hear the males breathing, and as the wind shifted, could smell the males’ lust. Shaking his head, he acted like he didn’t notice; letting the other male think he was stealthy. He purposely exposed himself, showed off, and teased the person watching, sneaking a peak. Seeing the large orc in the trees, watching and the arousal grow stronger as the mink teased.

Grabbing his make shift stave, he acted like he was injured and like he was sore. “Nnnngh, damn muscle bound lion, he kicked my ass…” the mink said out loud, slowly working his way to the water as he started into the forest towards the water. He made sure to take his time and pretend to be weak and an easy target, which paid off as the orc came out grinning wide. Jurm just crossed his arms and chuckled “Well, well, well, what we have here?” he said, the mink turning some to look at the orc, blinking some, pretending to be surprised, summing the orc up. “Why is such a cute little thing like you alone out here, naked…” looking over at the fire, he grinned “and with so many poor boy bits, eh?” he asked grinning, sizing the mink up. The mink just shrugged “I… I am just trying to win this contest, or rather survive it; those are just bits from people that have attacked me so far. Though if you leave, I’ll pretend we never met and I can bath and you can go find some other weaker male to harass.” The orc just laughed and shook his head “Oh, no, I can’t do that, but if you are good, bend over and let me take your ass and genitals, maybe I’ll not kill you. I mean look at you, you look like you can hardly stand without the help of that twig.

Jurm slowly approached and the mink turned slowly, backing up as he looks around, surveying his surroundings to ensure he’d not trash his camp, and then just nodded. “Well, put that way, I guess there is no choice then?” he asked “Why don’t you get naked and let me see what you got to work with Mr. Stud?” The orc gladly obliged “Mmmm, shame, I was hoping for a fight to work up an appetite, but who can ignore a simple fuck?” Walking over, he grabbed a few cocks and balls, and stuffed his face while disrobing, the mink watching with a smirk. The orc was what some may call hot, tall at a little under 6 feet or so, muscular enough to prolly get in a bear hugging contest with a grizzly and WIN, and his package was sizable, his cock looked like it got at least 10 inches long and was almost as thick as a can of beer.

Taking a few steps forward, the mink walks around the orc and turns the fire off, taking the last 2 cocks and last 6 balls, stuffing his muzzle and chewing them up, grinning as he gives a swift tap to the orcs sack, enough to make him wince slightly. “Who said we weren’t going to fight, I just wanted to see what I’ll be claiming in a few moments.” The mind added after the tap, circling some holding the staff firm as his cock was starting to harden again as he got excited. Jurm grunted and gripped his fat balls as he squirms and backs away some being surprised. “Why you little… A fight eh? Well fine, but don’t blame me when I rip your dick off and choke you with it!” he said, rushing forward like a dumb orc. The mink just twirled his stave like he was going to hit the orc in the balls, watching him deflect before he hoped into the air some and hit the orc, hard in the face and head, grounding him as the orc stumbled.

The mink wasted no time to use fist, foot, and stave to beat the orc down to the ground, before suddenly hopping back and smirking, the orc groaning as he flexed and cracked his knuckles, getting up, before letting forth a prima roar. He ran at the mink in a rage and started punching, a few hits connecting but being deflected moments after as the mink used his martial arts to pummel and use the orbs force against him. “The rock can bludgeon and beat at water all it wants, but the water will just move and in the end, the rock is enveloped and left to sink into the darkness” The mink said, the words adding fuel to the fire. “ARG! SHUT UP YOU BASTARD AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!”Jurm shouted before feigning a hit, the mink falling for it before a hard upward kick landed seemingly easily between the minks legs, fat orbs distending as he flew over the orc with the force, and pulled the staff tight under his chin. He kicked out the males legs as he fell, before using a hard palm strike to the back of the orcs head, strong enough to burst a normal sized persons balls if he had enough intent and chi into it.

The orc’s face went from a grin of satisfaction to a look of surprise as he feels the thick hard wood against his throat, the pressure there feeling like it was choking him. He pulled at the stick, much stronger than the mink, but before he could get it free, he had a hit to the back of his head, blacking out from the brain jarring hit, nearly having an internal decapitation; only thanks to the orcs’ thick skull and thick neck muscles preventing death, falling in dead weight the ground. The mink panted and felt his balls, all there, but they ached. “Damn, I underestimated him, he was smarter than the last 200 orcs I fought, but, now it’s time for fun… kekeke” with that, he grabbed a sharp sticks, and twirled it. The minks cock was hard again and dripping, he contemplated killing the orc, for a bit as he walked around the knocked out brute.

After a while, he rolled the male over, taking his favorite knife, and gripping the large genitals. Smirking, he worked the balls low in their pouch, starting to suck the sleeping orc off as he got him hard. He started the grill again and moved the orc to a kneeling position as some blood leaked from his nose, the bruising from the abuse obvious on the light green flesh from his blows. Grabbing some cooking twine, he tied the cock off till it bulged out a good 11 inches and starting to darken. Smiling, he rested the orc sausage on the fire and slid a thick fat pointed skewer stick far into Jurms’ cock. Carefully, he started to cut into the root of the cock, heating his knife to seal the wound as he goes, sliding more and more out as he severed tendons and connective tissue. Before long, the orcs cock was twice as long and sizzling as the root was cooked, before he turned the flame down. Carefully, he cut off the nice size coin purse, and exposed the large orbs, looking them over; he placed them on the metal mesh top of the grill, and started to slowly bake them.

Once they where cooking, the insatiable lust of the mink finally was given in to. He started to press himself into the tight orc ass as he bent him over the simmering fire and forced his way in, feeling as the heat lick at his own balls as they hang lower. After a bit, the minks cock soon got a nice bloody hole to fuck as he fucked hard and fast, sucking on the de-rooted cock before he started to eat it, imagining it still attached, Cumming hard as he sucks it all down. The fluids flooded the orcs ass as he moaned out in bliss. By the time he pulled out, he let his cum drizzle on the bloated roasted balls, shutting the grill off before skewering one then the other balls with the sick that used to hold the orcs cock. He slowly savored them, eating the egg shaped orbs before severing the cords and downing them as well. “Mmmm, I always love the taste of ork pork loins after a battle, kekeke!”

Grabbing his knife, he heated it up again and sealed the orcs severed sack, and then used the string to stitch him up and give him a new man-vag for others to use, and feeling in a giving mood, he gave the former male a nice simple reroute with a catheter he had from a house. “Well, he is going to wake up feeling like shit but his fault, I did tell him to leave.” With that, he carried the orc through the forest, slowed but needing the workout, not satisfied with how the battle turned out. He used the orcs dead weight as a form of self punishment for the nasty hit he took. As he got to the river, he left the male there and got in, wasting little time cleansing himself of blood, cum, and musk before running all the way back to camp, packing up and moving on.

***

The orc woke up some time later, seeming to late night, but he couldn’t tell well as all he felt was like the worst hang over he had ever had, the taste of blood in his mouth still as he grumbled. “Da fuk ‘appened…” was all he could say, before seeing the water. Feeling like crap and covered in sweat and blood, he got in slowly. As the water hit his newly formed genitals, he yowled and was awaken from pain. He went to grab his genitals in pain, and only caused more pain as he looked down. Seeing the vag-like hole and bluish-black flesh around it, he remembered the mink, wincing in pain before realizing his ass hurt too, reaching back he felt his stretched torn ass. It was all too much to handle for the poor exhausted sore orc as he fell to his knees and passed out once more, now just a fuck toy for his brothers and others he meets.

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