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This story includes themes, imagery, and language some readers might not find acceptable. These include: homophobic slurs, foot worship, pits worship, power play.
If you find any of these unacceptable, this is not the story for you.
75 years after the signing of a peace agreement and 50 years after a mutual cooperation pact, the ties between humans and orcs had grown strong. Individually, neither the orcs nor the humans could hope to defend, let alone defeat, their mutual enemy the elves. While both the orcs and humans have their strongholds where you’d rarely spot the other, the lines in the frontier between the two had blurred to the point where orcs and humans lived in close proximity to each other.
While both parties benefited from the other, the balance of power had yet to reach an equilibrium. The orcs benefited from the human’s textile and management skills, allowing them to be more comfortable and prepared for winter. This facilitated the steady rise in their population as well as greater sophistication in their society. Gone were the days of loosely aligned tribes, replaced by the first orc kingdom even if the management roles were mostly filled by humans.
The humans gained better protection and excellent manual labor from the orcs. Large construction projects could be completed faster with the orc’s superior strength. In the frontier, almost all village defenses were comprised of orcs. The shortest orcs stood a foot taller than the tallest man, and a foot and a half taller than the tallest elf. The benefits were clear.
Life in the frontier was perpetually dangerous at the best of times. Wild creatures, novel diseases, and bizarre magic regularly wreaked havoc on the villages that inhabit the region. Even at the best of times, the biggest and most competent of men and orcs would go missing, never to be seen again. Orc warriors with human tactics had greatly reduced the casualty count of elf and wild beast raids. Human herbology had helped the frontier orcs to live longer and healthier. But life in the frontier was still hard and dangerous.
Allen was not the biggest nor most competent of men, but he was a bright young lad. Growing up in Banderbolf, the human capital, he’d only seen orcs a handful of times and interacted with them even less. The Leaning Tower of Magic had isolated Allen from the orcs. Multiple orcs had attempted to enter the magic college over the years, though none had been accepted. This isolation ended when he received his senior assignment.
Allen was tasked with studying and devising defenses against the elves greatest weapon that ravaged both humans and orcs alike, their vastly superior magic. He was going to be stationed in the frontier village of Dragon Pass, a village that was regularly bombarded with elf magic, for two years.
Information on Dragon Pass was scant at best. Outside of the village’s location on a map, the only info he could find was that the village paid half their taxes to the orcs and half to humans.
Apprehensive about leaving the home he had known and loved for all 24 years of his life, Allen left the Leaning Tower of Magic and Banderbolf for his new home.
It took over three weeks of travel to reach the village. Accompanied by a mercenary group provided by the college, Allen reached Dragon Pass without incident. His first impression was striking. The village was only about 750 people, over 70% of them being orcs.
The entire village was built at orc scale. Allen found himself feeling small with teenage orcs standing a foot taller than him and the adult males standing over two feet taller. At his meeting with the village chief and captain of the village guard, he had to climb into the chair and sit on his knees so that more than his head would be visible over the table.
Allen’s trepidation began to subside when Grumb, the orc captain, showed him to the house he would be living in. The building was large enough for an orc to comfortably work in, but all the furniture was built at human scale outside of the bookshelf which reached the ceiling. It consisted of two rooms, a bedroom and a kitchen/laboratory.
Allen thanked Grumb and set to work unpacking his equipment, hoping that he’d have enough time to settle in before the next magic attack.
An hour into unpacking, there was a knock on the door. Allen went to answer it, hoping it was someone with dinner. Opening the door, he was speechless. A large husky orc stood in the doorway, towering over Allen. He was tall for an orc, standing nearly three feet taller than Allen. His broad shoulders nearly filled the doorway and his muscles were well developed.
Allen let out a sheepish hello, intimidated by the superior stature of the orc.
“Yo. Names Zoff. I’m your new assistant or guard or whatever. Grumb told me to work for ya after morning training.” Zoff’s voice was deep and his apathy towards his new assignment was apparent. “What can I do to help?”
Allen pointed him towards the creates of books, relieved that he wouldn’t have to stand on a stool on his toes to reach the top shelf, before getting back to work himself. Zoff did his work in silence and finished faster than Allen expected. When inspected, Allen was happily surprised that Zoff had ordered the books alphabetically by author.
Allen was nearly done himself when Zoff left unannounced and returned with a chair large enough for an orc. He sat down and fell sleep, snoring rather loudly.
Several weeks passed without any magical incidents. There was a band of wild beasts that attacked and a new disease had affected a few village folk, but nothing that required Allen’s attention. He’d spent those weeks helping the village in other ways, creating glowstones and enchanting cellars to keep food fresher for winter.
Zoff visited him every afternoon, sometimes in his guard uniform, others in civilian clothes, but always covered in sweat. Allen didn’t have much work for him to do, just grabbing a book every once in a while from the top shelf, so Zoff would sit in his chair.
The peace was broken by a loud almost banshee like screech that attacked the village one afternoon. Upon hearing it, Zoff bolted from the house as Allen trailed behind him. Several glowing black balls with wisps of energy coming off them hit the town.
The damage appeared minimal to Allen. Two fields were destroyed as well as a house. Allen set to work taking measurements to determine the exact nature of the magic used in the attack.
Allen returned home after the sun had already set to find the village chief, Grumb, and Zoff waiting for him. As it turns out, the house that was destroyed was Zoff’s, leaving the orc homeless. With nowhere else to go, Allen was informed that Zoff would be living with him until a new house could be built in a years time. Being a guest in the village, Allen couldn’t refuse.
Things changed quickly for Allen after that. Zoff had replaced the bed with an orc sized one for them to share and the kitchen table with an orc sized one. He’d been courteous enough to make sure that there was a high chair for Allen to climb into for meals.
Allen and Zoff were almost always together after that. Allen was always home working and Zoff was only gone for morning training and drinking with friends occasionally. Allen could feel Zoff’s presence begin to dominate his life.
At first Allen was annoyed at how Zoff’s musk seemed to seep into everything, even himself as they slept in the same bed. Over the coming week, Allen had adjusted and even grown to like Zoff.
Zoff had grown more comfortable around Allen too, shedding off the modesty he wore for his human housemate. It started with Zoff going shirtless around the house, then pants-less, and finally being naked around the house. Allen had initially protested to Zoff’s nudity, but Zoff put an end to it when he bluntly explained that he intended to live like an orc and that included being naked in his own house.
Slowly, the image of Zoff’s cock had imprinted itself on Allen. Even soft it was a foot long and nearly as thick as his wrist. The foreskin was loose and dangled over the dark green head. The balls were bigger than eggs and hung low in their sack. A spattering of dark pubes framed the picture for Allen every time he saw it.
After living together for a month, Allen was busy working at his lab table and Zoff napped naked in his chair, legs spread wide. Every now and then, Allen would look over at the large cock with what he though was academic curiosity. His glances grew longer and longer until he’d completely stopped working and was staring at the piece of man meat before him.
As quietly as he could, Allen got up from the lab and moved toward Zoff. He got on his knees between the large orcs legs and stared at the cock. The heat radiating off of it was just as intense as the musk. A small trail of drool escaped his mouth and ran down his chin as he stared and breathed in the musk.
“Knew you were a faggot.” Zoff spoke suddenly.
Allen jumped with fright, his face turning red instantly as he was caught in the act of admiring the large orc cock up close. Zoff was staring directly at him.
Zoff lifted a leg and pressed his foot directly into Allen’s face. “ya want it, you gotta earn it.” And pushed Allen backwards onto the floor. “Lick my superior orc foot, faggot.”
The pungent aroma filled Allen as he felt his brain slow. Automatically, Allen began to lick Zoff’s foot. It tasted gross and felt wrong but slowly Allen felt an inferiority complex he didn’t know he had grow. He licked every inch and sucked on the toes with growing enthusiasm before Zoff removed his foot and replaced it with the other.
With his feet sufficiently clean, Zoff removed them as Allen stared upward with glassy eyes. “What are you?”
The question partially returned Allen to reality and he attempted to answer with what he thought Zoff wanted. “I-I’m a faggot.” Zoff just glared at him and moved his big foot onto Allen’s groin, applying pressure. Allen tried again, “I’m human?”
“Repeat after me, faggot. ‘I’m an inferior human that worships superior orc feet.’”
Allen attempted to protest, “but I’m not!”
“You’re not an inferior human faggot that worships orc feet? Then why are you hard from worshiping my superior orc feet faggot?”
Allen glanced at his bulge to discover it was true. He was indeed hard from worshiping Zoff’s feet. He attempted to mumble out an excuse when Zoff moved his foot to Allen’s mouth to silence him. Allen immediately began licking again, cementing in his mind that was Zoff said was true. Quietly, he repeated what Zoff wanted.
“Louder, faggot.”
“I’m an inferior human that worships superior orc feet, Sir.” He didn’t know where the ‘sir’ came from but it felt like the right thing to do.
A wicked smile grew on Zoff’s face, wider than his big lower fangs. He began rubbing his foot all over Allen’s face as he called him a good human before ordering Allen to strip.
Face once again bright red, Allen got up and did what he was told before returning to his knees.
Zoff let out a deep hearty laugh before pointing to Allen’s raging cock. “You call that a cock? What is it, 5 inches? No wonder you wanted my cock. A big superior orc cock.”
Allen’s face turned a deeper shade of red as he nodded. His head dropped low before he felt Zoff grab it, pulling him in close to look directly into Zoff’s eyes. Zoff spit directly onto Allen’s face, making him feel even more inferior. Allen didn’t have time to process what had happened before Zoff forced his face into Zoff’s right pit.
Without being ordered, Allen began to lick. The strong musk seeped just as deep into his brain as Zoff’s feet had. Lost in lust, Allen eagerly licked and worship the big orc pit.
Once both pits were clean, Zoff pushed Allen back onto the floor. “What are you, faggot?”
Still lost in musk, Allen responded, “I’m an inferior human that worships superior orc feet and pits Sir.”
Zoff smiled triumphantly, “Good human.” And patted Allen on the head with his foot. “Now come collect your reward” before pointing to his cock.
Allen returned to his knees before Zoff. He gently caressed Zoff’s cock before gently kissing the head. Zoff let out a soft moan of approval. Zoff’s cock was too thick for Allen to fit into his mouth, so he stroked the shaft while running his tongue under the large foreskin. He could feel the cock harden and grow longer as he moved to lick the shaft, savoring the unwashed taste.
Once fully hard, Zoff grabbed his cock from Allen, and slapped the humans face with it several times before letting it rest on his face. “Fuck human, I knew you’d look cute under my big orc cock.” Zoff loved seeing Allen’s glassy eyes as the human breathed in his potent cock and ball musk. “Alright faggot, turn around.”
Allen was so lost in musk that he didn’t question what was about to happen to him. He simply turned around on his hands and knees.
Zoff tried lining his cock up with Allen’s ass, hoping to get some tight human ass, but was disappointed that Allen was just too short to make it work. In frustration, he picked Allen up and laid him on the orc sized table.
Allen could look up at Zoff’s massive orc form as he felt Zoff’s cock press at his ass. Instinctively, he let out a deep breath and relaxed his ass as much as he could. A sharp pain filled his body as Zoff forced the head in.
“Such a tight hole you have human. Don’t worry, I’ll turn it into a nice faggot pussy for the superior orc cock you love so much.”
The pain had brought Allen back just enough to think. Zoff was right, Allen did want this. Allen wanted Zoff to transform his ass into a pussy for orc cock. He let out a soft “thank you, sir.”
“What was that, faggot?”
Allen spoke louder this time, “Thank you Sir for making my inferior human ass a pussy for superior orc cock, Sir!” allen could see Zoff smile triumphantly again as he felt Zoff work his cock all the way in. The pain was intense but slowly subsided as Zoff pulled out. The pain returned, though less this time as Zoff thrust back in just as deep. Slowly, each thrust hurt less until it started to feel good.
Zoff let out low grunts as Allen moaned louder and louder. Their symphony of moans and grunts grew until it could be heard outside. Finally, Zoff bucked his hips one last time and shot his cum deep into Allen. The throbbing pushed Allen over the edge and he came himself.
Pulling his cock out, Zoff rested it between Allen’s legs and looked at the human with passion in his eyes. “How was it, faggot?”
Allen was still catching his breath as he responded. “A-amazing Sir.” Allen looked at the big cock between his legs, amazed at the size difference between their cocks. “Your superior orc cock felt so good Sir.” Allen looked Zoff in the eyes and said “P-please… fuck me again Sir!”
“God damn, faggot. Let an orc recover from that sweet human pussy a bit.” Zoff returned to his seat before motioning Allen to come to him. “clean up this mess human.”
Allen climbed off the table and went between Zoff’s legs again. Slowly and methodically, Allen licked all the cum off Zoff’s cock. He took special attention to make sure the foreskin was nice and clean.
“Yo, whats up Grumb?” Zoff spoke suddenly. Allen turned around to see Grumb standing in the doorway to the house, a look of bewilderment on his face.
“What’s going on here?”
“Nothing much cap, just enjoying my new slave.” Zoff smiled devilishly at Grumb while he spoke.
“You know human slavery was outlawed long ago, Zoff!”
“I know, I know cap. But this human is a willing slave to orcs.”
Grumb looked at Allen questioningly. “Is this true? Are you his slave willingly?”
Without a shred of doubt or hesitation and a big smile on his face, Allen responded. “It’s true Sir. I am an inferior human that worships superior orc feet, pits, and cocks Sir.”
Grumb wasn’t convinced and decided to test Zoff’s claim. He pulled down his guard pants to let his cock swing free. It was slightly smaller than Zoff’s but just as dark green.
“Looks like the cap wants you faggot. Go show him a good time.”
Allen quickly moved to Grumb. On his knees, he caressed the cock just like he had Zoff’s and began kissing the head. It was a bit tangier, but Allen gave it just as much care as it got hard. Without a word, Grumb grabbed Allen’s head and forced his cock inside, though only the head would fit. Grumb stroked his cock while Allen’s tongue worked the head.
Grumb gave Allen no warning when he came in his mouth. Allen did his best to drink it all up but some spilled out of the corners of his mouth. Grumb released his hold and Allen collapsed to the floor.
Grumb nodded to Zoff, “Alright, you can keep him.” And walked off.
Zoff scooped Allen off the floor and carried him to bed. They cuddled for several hours; Allen’s face planted directly in Zoff’s pit.
Allen’s life changed dramatically after that day. He continued doing his wizardly duties for the village, but Zoff was in charge of the house. Allen did all of the cooking and cleaning. His wardrobe was changed from smart wizardly clothes to nothing but a leather slave collar. And whenever Zoff got horny, Allen was delighted to pleasure his big orc master.
Slowly, more and more humans’ men in the village found themselves in Allen’s place. Shortly after, roomers began to spread among humans and orcs alike. The balance of power between the orcs and humans shifted, with more and more humans viewing the orcs as superior beings worthy of worship and more orcs viewing humans as excellent pieces of ass to own.
Allen never returned to Banderbolf nor the Leaning Tower of Magic. He spent his life as a happy slave to Zoff in their out of the way Village in the frontier.
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