The Feast Chpt 1 Ungluk had been chief longer than any Orc in living memory, rising to power on a wave of blood and war with the neighboring tribes, his hoard swept across the grass sea like an all consuming fire. “Ungluk the Terror, Ungluk the Ruthless, Ungluk the Destroyer” The Orc Chieftain spat at his reflection looking back at him from the surface of his wash basin. “Bah!” It had been 99 years since the night of Blood. His crowning glory and key to his rise to power. As one by one his enemies fell, the land grew more peaceful. And if there is one thing an Orc warrior truly hates - it’s peace. It is rare now for the common grunt to catch a glimpse of their powerful leader. Always he is surrounded by the old guard - faded warriors covering their tired bones with long robes and hoods. Moving unseen through the camp after the last fires have died they carry out the chief’s will. “In three days it will be the Talgroth, the challenge, and we know Burut plans to bring me down” Ungluk was standing in the middle of a circle made up of his closest advisers his Commanders, Shamen and Sky watchers were all sat round. A small pot was bubbling on a campfire in the center of the room, the flickering lights obscuring the faces of the gathered Orcs. Ungluk was naked, the scars of many battles were written on his body along with a band of small skulls tattooed down his right arm in a sleeve. His flesh was loose and his skin faded from its usual deep green to a paler shade. But his mighty Orc cock was only overshadowed by the size of his enormous testicals which dominated the view of all who sat in the circle. “I am waning, and my Sky watchers tell me of my defeat at Burut’s hands should I take up my Axe at the Talgroth. It would be brutal, bloody and humiliating” A nervous murmur circled the tent, in 99 years Ungluk had never once admitted loss as a possibility, and now it was all but a certainty. Ungluk could smell the putrid fear from his circle. He had expected it, but still he was disappointed. His mighty green cock gave a small, almost imperceptible twitch. One of his Commanders, Tuluk, moved suddenly and tore his hood off. “You cannot simply admit defeat, you must face the Boy! and I, for one, think you can defeat him. I know it!” Ungluk turned to look Tuluk in the eye. A hulking red Orc, still well muscled and fearsome even at the age of 70. Tuluk was a battle-hardened commander and he and Ungluk had shared many things in the past 40 years. Including at times a bed and the spoils of war - usually in the form of a newly gelded slave. Tuluk had a weakness for smooth human males, newly captured and still mewling for “home”. Ungluk couldn’t stand them, he’d as soon as eat them as fuck them. “Bring him in” At Ungluk’s command two hulking Orc guards, clad in nothing but fur lined loin dressing, dragged into the tent a small human male, no older than 25, his body was smooth and he had short black hair. His white skin was blotched and purple where he had clearly been beaten. “Tuluk, I’m sure you know Jin.” Tuluk stood stony faced, staring at the broken little human. Dominated by the forms of the two hulking guards on either side. Their knuckles bloodied, clearly they had been given the role of interrogators. Tuluk began to panic. Just how much had that worthless little wretch heard? “A good fuck once, but he looks a little used up now don’t you think?” Tuluk gave a chuckle and looked around the circle, the others remained silent and still. Ungluk beckoned Tuluk into the middle of the circle with him. “Remove your coverings” “Why?” “Do it” Tuluk stood still and stared into Ungluk’s eyes as he raised his hands to begin to remove his robe. Ungluk’s hand moved quicker than he could have anticipated and Tuluk’s robe was ripped from his wide shoulders and shoved into the flames of the fire. “You have betrayed this Circle, and me.” Ungluk moved in close to Tuluk’s face, he could smell the mix of musk and sweat he had so enjoyed from his best commander. “I have done nothing but serve my Chief!” Tuluk spat back, an almost hysterical pitch in the voice. The human gelding had now been chained to the wall, his left eye was swollen shut but through the right he could see the two imposing Orc figures, taller than any human man, staring one another down in the fire light as the old robe smouldered and caught fire. temporarily brightening the room. He could understand just enough of the guttural Orc speech to know that this was it - the game was up. “Hold him” As soon as the words had left Ungluk’s mouth Tuluk lunged at the chief knocking them both to the ground, rolling closer to the fire. As the guards peeled Tuluk off the Chieftain and bound his hands, he began to scream. “He is too old, weak! A frail Orc is no Orc! It is unnatural, he should have died decades ago and yet he lives and drags us all into weakness to feed his appetites!” The guard's had now bound Tuluk’s hands and feet and one had generously volunteered his weeks-unwashed loin cover to serve as a makeshift gag for the former Commander. “Now that our Traitor is comfortable, I think it’s time we learned just how much of our plan has been leaked to the enemy. Bring me the gelding” As the guards unchained the small human Ungluk signaled to his chief shaman. “The elixir, now.” The small blue hands of the Orc shaman darted around the fire and the bubbling pot was uncovered. The smell of Orc musk and lust filled the air. “It required the seed of a warrior” The shaman presented it to Ungluk who looked around his Circle. “Useless, pathetic old men.” His eyes landed on the Guard who had ‘volunteered’ his garment to gag Tuluk. “You, step into the circle” The Guard did so, a large green orc with jutting tusks, he was clearly in his prime. Thickly muscled arms lead into bulging green pecs. Both nipples were pierced with traditional bone spikes made of an enemy. His engorged member was twitching already at being asked to provide his seed. Ungluck kicked the gelding over onto his side, he gave a sharp intake of breath as the Orcs large toes connected with his bruised and battered ribs. “Service him” At once the pathetic little human crawled towards the now twitching cock before him. Until he felt another sharp kick to the side. “HIM, not me, you worm” The slave looked up and saw Ungluk point towards the guard who had so recently wrecked his body, but he crawled towards the powerful Orc without hesitation. The guard stretched out one of his well toned legs and pressed his foot into the slaves face until it was turned up towards him. “Lie on backs, use tongue, or die” the Orc grunted to him in the broken words of the human tribe. Immediately he rolled onto his back and his vision was filled with the sight of a muscled green ass descending onto his face. The smell was of fire and sweat. Immediately he began to lick as he had been well trained to do. His small pink tongue moving over and dipping in and out of the Orcs now dripping green hole. Slowly the Orc lowered more and more of his weight onto the slaves face, grunting with pleasure as he placed more and more of his weight onto the miserable human underneath his puckering asshole. The slave could feel the heavy Orc balls resting on his chest start to rhythmically bounce in time with his tongue exploration of the Orc’s ass. He started to feel light headed from a lack of air and each time as he was on the verge of passing out the orc would relent for a second, allowing one breath of fresh air before plunging his face further into the now sweaty, dripping cleft of the Orc’s ass. The Orc tugged at the bone spikes through his nipples as his Chief knelt in front of the scene. Ungluk extended his hand and began to stroke the Orc’s thick veiny cock. Feeling it become slicked with pre and smelling the thick musk in the air. The Orc gave a guttural groan and shot his heavy white cum right into Ungluk’s hands. Thick and pearly ropes of cum coated the chief’s hands. “A vital warrior indeed, now don’t suffocate the gelding, I have plans for him yet.” Ungluk added as much of the cum as he could to the elixir and shook it. It began to glow a strange purple and pulsate. “Now we will see all our enemies have been told.” With one long draught he drained the vial and let out a mighty belch. At once he began to transform before their eyes. The circle had all seen this before and were unmoved. The Human however was overcome with fear. Where there stood a faded Orc chieftain gone to seed now stood an immense hulking warrior. His skin glowed healthy green and his massive bull pecs glistened with sweat. The skulls on his arm now stood out as if burned. His arms were enormous slabs of muscle that could have crushed a skull one handed. His massive Orc cock now had a body to match. And as his transformation finished the Chief ran his hands over his transformed body. “This is what I remember… ah what a glorious sight to behold!” Ungluk flexed his remade arms and legs for the circle, the Guards who had never been privy to such a ritual before stood amazed, drooling at the form of their leader. Any lingering doubt was erased that this Orc was the unquestioned leader. “But now I must act…” At these words the tied and gagged Tuluk began to struggle as the others of the circle moved towards him, some unseathing their hidden blades. “Not him! There is another who can tell us what we need to know…” One of the hooded Commanders let his hood fall, the well built blue Orc groveled at his Chief’s feet. “Ungluk, mightiest! You surely do not mean the human slave? This has never been performed with a lower species, we know not the consequence. Surely finish Tuluk and be done with the traitor for good.” Ungluk surveyed the smaller Orc kissing and kneeling at his feet. A wave of anger and revulsion coursed through him. Still they questioned him? Threw his will into doubt and judged themselves more wise than him? “I have lead you for 99 years, live longer than any Orc, question me again and share Tuluk’s fate.” Ungluk brought down his mighty foot onto the head the the smaller blue Orc, grinding it into the floor until he cried out like a newborn. “Bring me the human, begin the ritual” As the command was issued the others moved towards the human and began to tie his arms to his side and his legs together. As they began to apply a clear jelly over his body the gendling found that his slave breaking had not prepared him for this. Whatever was happening it was a part of an ungodly Orc ritual and those never end well for the “Lesser species” He began to struggle with his captors but he was already so beaten, so exhausted. As Ungluk watched the circle prepare the gelding he turned to Tuluk. Tuluk was staring at him, crying. A pleading searching gaze was in his eyes. “So old friend, you thought that even if I discovered your plot…. You would still live on in me through the ritual consuming? I’m afraid… I have no pity and no room for traitors… your long discussed place will be taken by your little human fucksleeve. But don’t worry… you won’t die today. I have a very special plan for you.” Ungluk seated himself, and lay before the fire. His glistening muscle was glowing in the fire light as the circle held the struggling gelding off the ground. “Massage the Chieftain, now you two” Commanded the lead shaman. “No” Ungluk pointed to the hulking green guard who had given his cum “you may take the lead in delivering me the gelding” “You” Ungluk’s eyes located the bruised and bloody face of his still sniveling commander. “Commander Kelik, massage your chieftain’s balls, before he devours you whole...” The blue Orc dropped to his knees and crawled towards his leader’s immense green sac and began to massage. As he did so the second guard took up his position and began to massage his Chief’s meaty pecs. At once both could see the Orc chieftain’s body began to grow even larger and more muscles with each massaging stroke. The slaves head was about two feet off the ground, his body was covered in a clear odourless slime, some kind of sap he guessed. He was dripping in it from head to toe. His chains had been removed for the first time in two years and marks now chafed against the ropes he was bound in. A kind of vine of some unknown plant. If he lifted his head he could see before him the now engorged Orc Chieftain being slowly massaged by two others. And while he didn’t believe his eyes at first he was now sure - the Orc was swelling to immense muscular size, everything, especially his veiny green orc member was pulsating and dripping orc sweat and musk. As he lay on his back the other orcs moved over him encouraging him to monstrous size. Low moans of pleasure were rumbling from him has his cock jumped and pulsated, growing ever larger. The orcs cock slit was now wide enough for a human fist to enter when the circle began to chant a strange word the slave could not understand. “Feast. Feast. Feast.” Ungluk was in the throes of writhing lust and pleasure, anticipating what was about to happen. He could feel his swelling muscles shudder and pulse as they grew, and his cock twitching with sensation. “I was him feet first, let him see my full beauty before he dies!” That, the slave did understand” and as he was turned around to face the tent wall he felt his toes come into contact with a sticky, slimy vacuum. Slowly the sensation of a warm toothless mouth crawled over his both sets of toes, along his feet until his ankles were submerged into the depths of the Orc’s swelling cock. Ungluk let out a guttural roar of pleasure. “Drop him! Let the little worm struggle” As the circle unceremoniously dropped the slave Ungluk turned to Tuluk. “Do you regret teaching this lowlife fucktoy our language now?” Ungluk brushed the skulls over his arm. “This was to be your place of highest honor, and now it goes to a lesser life.. No more than you deserve” The circle members began to disrobe. The sight of their muscle swollen Chieftain devouring a gelding with his bestial cock was too much for many of them. His commanders and shamen were of all shapes and sizes tall and stout. Red, Green and Blue Orcs, some with building muscle guts and others with pecs like meaty slabs, All now began to play with themselves and each other while watching the perverted ritual before them. As he was dropped the gelding began to struggle once again, he tried to pull his legs from the moist void of the swollen Orc cock but every movement sucked him in a deeper. And as the tight swollen pressure reached his knees he began to scream in earnest. “Help! He’s going to kill me! H-” The naked Orc guard had seized him and covered his mouth with one huge hand, turning the slaves head he forced his thick tongue deep inside the small mouth of the gelding. Breaking the forced kiss he looked up. “I taste my ass” He said as he turned back to Ungluk. Ungluk was in a state of pure ecstasy now, with every inch of the slave he grew more sensitive. He commanded the second guard with start licking his engorged ball sack and the guard lept to his command. “What is your name warrior?” “Firuk, Chieftain.” Answered the naked guard. “Firuk, I wish to taste you ass on the geldings lips” Ungluck was now panting with lust as his cock continued to slurp down the slave. “Before he is too far in” “At once, chief” With the help of the other guard Firuk lifted the swollen cock and positioned it so the slave and his slowly encasing cock we're now on the chieftain’s swelling chest. Ungluk and the slave were now eye to eye, for the moment. Ungluck grabbed his head and turned it toward Tuluk still tied and weeping on the floor. “A fool and his whore, although I’m unsure which is which. Soon I will learn everything I need to know from you. And where will you go? Who can say” Ungluck forced his massive tongue down the slaves throat tasting every flavor of sex and fear. He licked over every inch of the slaves weeping face and cradled him gently in the cleft of his bulging pecs. “You go down so smoothly, I have taken many an Orc this way, they are challenging. Their meat and girth usually stretches my cock so far but you… this is a relaxing bath no challenge at all” At this the slave began to wail again. “Ugh, be silent at least” Ungluck grabbed the slaves head and shoved it down toward the opening in his now man sized member. At once the greedy moist opening sealed itself to the screaming slave, who was now bent over double. The whining was silenced at once and as a bonus , the meal in his cock was now twice as wide. He could feel the blissful pleasure at its stretch as he forced the slave in deeper. Slowly the small human form disappeared into the shaft. The cock slit sealed over and there was nothing of the slave but a lump moving down the Chief’s huge cock toward his balls. The circle members were beginning the cum one by one. They brought forth their cum to the chest of their leader and rubbed it into his massive pecs, watching them twitch and grow as they did so. The smell of male sweat and sex was so heavy in the air it was intoxicating. “Ugggghhhhhh” Ungluk let out a huge groan as the human form dropped into his massive sac. “Massage!” He commanded. Many hands came forwards and many began to fuck thier cheifs swollen sac, slowing humping it to aid in the absorption of the slave. As the slave dropped down into the goey prison of the orcs sack he had a brief glimmer of hope - he hadn’t died, yet. His eyes were, so heavy though, sleep was impossible to resist. “Fight it!” He slapped himself, only to find he didn’t feel it. His hand wasn’t there. Many hands and cocks he knew, were rubbing him through the wall of the huge sac. Suddenly everything contracted around him, salty orc cum was forced into his mouth and many hands rubbed it everywhere they could reach. He was tingling all over, and so tired. The outline of the slave was beginning to fade in the huge Orc ballsac, digestion was almost complete. “The chalice!” The Orc shaman dragged forwards a ‘chalice’ that was more cauldron. They positioned the massive head of their chief's cock over the rim. “Firuk, guard, suck!” Ungluck beckoned them to suck his pierced nipples “Oh yes” One mouth on each nipple tugging pulling a biting was all it took. Ungluk unleashed his cumload into the chalice and began to moan with unbridled pleasure. The cum exploded forth slopping over the rim of the chalice and dripping down the sides. Slowly Ungluck came to kneel before it, his massive hulking form quivering and dripping in sweat. He lent down and slurped a taste of his cum from the chalice. His face was at once a mask of pure ecstasy once more. Cum dribbled over his lips falling onto his massive chest and nipples, slowly a drip of cum traced its way the length of his whole rippling form. From the moment the cum touched his lips he could see a lifetime of memories laid before him and a black and empty void, he had seen this many times before. But something was wrong. There was someone else with him in the void, fighting for control.