<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yOnYp06.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bastion Jewels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15613589#msg15613589)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Orcs, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bastion didn't know how long he had been at the orcs' mercy for, but it had felt like hours. Hours of being reamed relentlessly, hours of breathing more cock than air, hours of being treated as a chamber pot for creamy orc baby batter. He didn't know how many loads he had taken, or how many loads he had shot for that matter, but he knew that despite his own balls running dry 3 orgasms ago he was definitely full of more cum than he started. The boy felt trapped in a hell of pleasure. Admittedly getting rammed by the horny orcs felt good,<em>really</em>good, but at this point he his asshole had been worn raw and his throat was sore and swollen, both orifices having been stretched and battered well beyond their intended use. Still there was an almost addicting quality to being used so roughly, and it seemed to flip between bliss and agony with every round they went.<br/><br/>He had been vaguely aware that the orcs had referred to each other by name, but hadn't bothered memorizing them. Instead he came to identify them based on the shapes of their cocks. Bendy was probably his favorite, as his dick curved in such a way that it hit a lot of good spots that sent shocks up and down his spine. Knobby was the proverbial bruiser of the bunch, his extra thick cockhead responsible for most of the stretching, every thrust feeling like a stiff punch in the gut. Warty was an interesting case. The warted bumps provided a weirdly alien texture at first, but by the third go he had started to warm up to it. He wouldn't mind trying out a similarly shaped cock in the future, preferably in a less rapey context.<br/><br/>By the time the orcs were finally finished the boy was a mess, both physically and mentally. His crudely painted face was glazed like a donut, and his ass stuffed like an éclair, the orcs making for rather unorthodox pastry chefs. As he laid there, Bendy's cock wedged in his ass like a wine cork, the only thing holding back the lake of cum from spilling out of him, he could only groan as the orc continued to stroke a cock that had nothing left to offer,<em>"Please good sir, I wish not to cum anymore, so I kindly ask you to cease fucking me post haste"</em>Bastion said...well, that's what he was<em>trying</em>to say. What actually came out was, "mrufhff, ughnn..ffffhrmmm...Mmnoo.." and other assorted grunts and moans.<br/><br/>Bastion nearly jumped higher than the orcs as the boulder came flying into the camp, which only had the effect of bouncing himself deeper onto the thick slab of meat wedged inside him. It managed to shake him out of his daze, at least a little, groaning again as he was lifted up by the harness hooking him to the orc, not really remembering when he had been hooked up to it in the first place, "Myrina!" he exclaimed, an exhausted smile spreading across his seed splattered face, "Boy am I glad to see yo-" he started, only to be cut off, hopefully not literally, by the dagger at his throat, along with the one at his humble package, "Oh Gods please slit my throat first..." was his immediate reaction, very much not wanting his last moments to be post castration.