Walking through a thick forest in Montana, Luke felt alive. He loved the wilderness and everything in it. Luke hiked around the next bend, starting to look for a nice spot to set up camp for the night when, ‘bam’, he got hit on the back of the head hard and fell unconscious.

Luke woke up to find his hands and feet streaked out and restrained with his clothes missing. A cool breeze gently blowing across his naked body. He was still out in the wilderness, where exactly he didn’t know but the forest still appear to be somewhere in Montana. He looked up to see the moon looking bizarre.

“Holly shit!” slipped out under his breath as he saw the moon appear to be half white, like normal, and the other a moss green. Luke began to panic, his hear racing. ‘What the hell is going on?’ was the first question to run though his head as he desperately tried to break free of the crude leather restraints.

‘I have to get out of here!!’ was the last thought to run through his head before he heard a noise, perhaps a voice, no louder than a whisper. The noise scared him even more, making his heart race faster and every instinct in his body was telling him to not listen. Telling him not to hear whatever it was because nothing good could come of it but different, perhaps rational or desperate portion told him to see what it was. Maybe it was someone else out here, another backpacker or Search and Rescue personnel. Someone who could help him.

Luke stopped his fighting and strained to listen, straining to see if he could hear the sound again. A quiet but deep voice came though as a soft whisper, ‘Relax.’ It had a weird cadence and accent, almost like the speakers mouth was full. He wasn’t convinced that’s what it said so he tried to listen again. ‘Relax,’ came through again, followed by ‘Just relax, there’s no need to fight.’

The voice frightened Luke but at the same time weirdly comforted him. Luke wanted to hear more of it, just to confirm it was there was the excuse he used. ‘That’s it, just relax and listen to my voice’ a little louder this time. A new heavier tone mixed in, like the speaker was a huskier man. ‘Let my voice comfort you. Let it push out everything in your head except my voice.’

Luke had confirmed that yes he was hearing a voice and that it felt good to listen. Very good to listen. He didn’t want to fight the voice, he wanted to listen to it. He wanted to let the voice make him feel better. Luke felt his cock start to get hard as his head relaxed and felt pleasure.

‘My voice feels so good to you.’ the voice spoke again, continuing to grow louder as the speaker grew closer. ‘My voice is all there is, all that is important, all that matters.’

The speaker was now standing in front of Luke and the last of his functioning mind processed the creature before him. He was over nine foot tall with big broad shoulders. His jet black hair, cut like a Mohawk, contrasted against his moss green skin. Two tusks protruded form his lower jaw and his face seemed warn. Looking down his body, Luke noticed his chest, big and covered with hair that covered his whole torso, including his firm looking belly. Luke noted that he was wearing nothing but a roughly made pair of shorts that held a massive bulge that appeared to be growing.

Grabbing his crouch, the green man spoke again, ‘You want my cock. I am your master. You want my cock.’ Luke’s head accepted what he was told. This green man was his master, and he wanted master’s cock. ‘You are my slave. You worship Orcs. I am your Orc master.’ Luke held no fight left and masters words made sense. He was a slave to Orcs, especially to his master. Master was always right. Master spoke again, still groping his crouch, ‘What do you want slave?’

“Your cock Master!”, Luke yelled in desperate need. “I am your slave Master! Please let me worship your cock!” Luke needed his cock, more than he needed anything ever before.

Master spoke again using the same soothing voice, ‘Good. Open your mouth slave.’ Luke obeyed and opened his mouth wide as Master opened a water skin. A soft green glow emerged from the open container as Master slowly brought it to Luke’s mouth. ‘Drink’ was all Master had to say for Luke to gulp down the liquid.

A warm sensation began emanating form Luke’s stomach as he finished, green liquid dripping from his mouth. Waves of pleasure washed through his body as his memories began to be replaced. All the years of work, backpacking, life as a free man was replaced with Orc cock, a life of slavery to his master, and a love of worshiping Orcs.

Master commanded ‘Cum, cum and let the goo take over forever slave.’ and Luke’s cock twitched and began spraying cum and making him spasm form the best orgasm in Luke’s life. His cum started it’s normal white color before turning the same glowing green as the goo he drank.

After he finished, Luke’s eyes looked blank and dumb. Nothing of the old Luke was left, not even his name. Master untied Luke and he collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

Master pulled off his shorts, letting his large green orc cock bounce free in the night air. He scratched his balls and spoke, no longer in the relaxing tone, “Up slave.” Luke sprang to life and stood before Master. “Your name is now snaga.” and snaga nodded, accepting his new reality.