Giorgii Williams

Erlhantos

The First Book of

The Times and Life of
Torak-Zoza

Chapter Three
Change of Heart

He stood on the east side of a small rise, the village was on the other side of the mound. There was nobody so he became visible and changed into his favorite animal shape, a black wolf. He sauntered to the top of the rise, then sat and studied the small village. Farmland surrounded the village, but there were no farm houses, just barns and storage buildings. Adults and older children, both male and female, worked the land. He looked at the village. There was a central square with six sets of stocks in a row on the north side, on the east side was the biggest building in the village, most likely their place of worship, a kind of temple. That was the place where he would find the priests. There were about twenty-five houses and a few buildings that looked like stores. A palisade made out of logs, which were sharpened at the top, surrounded the entire village and there were only two gates.

The village didn't look natural. He could see guards walking around the palisade, but there were no small children to be seen, no little kids running, playing, laughing. Weird, he thought.

Close to sunset a bell rang five times. The villagers working the fields, put their equipment away and headed for their homes, without any lively conversations like in Freedom. About half an hour later the same bell rang three times. The villagers left their houses dressed in clean clothes and headed for the temple. That was when he saw the smaller children, so they had been locked up inside the houses the whole day.

'Holylighters are sure strange,' thought Antos, 'they need to be investigated further before I make my move to eliminate them.'

The bell rang three more times, people filed out of the church and wordlessly headed for their homes. Antos had spotted a family with two boys and a younger girl. That would be the first family he would investigate. He bore in his mind which house they entered and waited until all the lamps in the village were extinguished. Turned into an owl he swooped down to the house he wanted to check. He landed on an open window sill. Knowing that walking around in Human form would be a bad idea, the best choice was to become a fly and have a look around. He had landed on the sill of the little girl's bedroom. The sleeping girl had a long gown that went from her neck to her ankles, her arms were secured to the sides of the bed, her legs were spread and secured to the back legs of the simple bed.

'Strange, very strange, they tie their children in bed at night,' Anthos thought and made his way to another bedroom, it's the boys room. There were two small beds, each occupied by one boy. Both boys were wearing similar gowns as the girl and were tied also. However, they had their arms pulled back above their heads and attached to the back of the headboard, their legs, also spread, were tied like the girls. Antos noticed that both boys were sporting hard meat making their gowns rise in a tent. None of the children had blankets or even a sheet to cover them.

Antos flew around the house checking these weird people who tie their children to their beds. The parents' bedroom was even stranger. There were two beds, one on each end of the room and as far from each other as possible. Father and mother each occupied one of the beds. They also were wearing the same drab sleeping gowns, but they were not tied to their beds and the father did not sport an erection.

Antos the fly continued to investigate the house. There was a kitchen with an eating area, two washing areas, an area that would probably be a sitting place where the family gathered after supper. Two chairs catched enough of his attention to take his human form in order to study them better. The chairs had attachments at the arms, possibly to hold the wrists of whoever sat there, also attachments at the legs for the purpose of securing one's ankles. The strangest part was that it had a big hole in the middle of the seat under which was a pot for piss or shit. In front of each chair was a stand with a book on it. He read the title Tennets and Beliefs of the Holylight Salvation and sensed magic on the book.

The window in the kitchen was open. As a brown owl Antos flew out of the house and headed for the small woods on the west side of the village beyond the fields. He found a tree and went to sleep.

Before sunrise Antos was woken by the sound of the village bell ringing. He dropped down from the tree. Changed into a sparrow he made his way to the house he inspected the night before. On the roof he changed into a fly again. There seemed to be a lot of flies, so he will not be noticed. He followed the father and two boys to the washing area.

Father washed the boys, not letting them touch their own privates. He washed their holes by fingering them with a soapy finger, while telling them they better not shame him and their mother by having inapropriate unauthorized emissions or spams. He also cleaned their skinless cocklets, repeating the same words over and over to the boys. Once the boys were washed, they washed their father the same way he washed them, but without the lecture. The funny thing was the man did not get an erection at all. Antos had noticed that the older boy, probably around 14, had a skinny 4½" erection while the youngest one -- he was around eight years -- had only about an inch or slightly more.

Once washed, father had the boys stand in front of him. He pushed their cockletts down and attached a wide leather and metal ring to the base of their genitals, pinning the meat to the balls in a downward position. That sure must be very uncomfortable way to spend the day, specially working on the fields. The family dressed in work clothes, but the younger boy and the young girl, who did not work the fields, were left naked.

The bell rang three times and just as last night the villagers headed to their temple. Antos the fly followed them inside.

Four priests stood by what looked like an altar or sacrificial table, since there was caked blood on it. The one who must be the Arch-priest of this group intoned an invocation. The villagers all kneeled, and then bent, their heads touching the ground and moaned a response in a sing song way. This went on for about ten minutes. The other three priest walked among the prostrated congregation, it seemed they paid more attention to the children, the naked ones as well as the older ones whose work pants were so tight that when they bent over in that position you could see their butts as if there was no cloth covering them. The main spook ended his incantations, the congregation rised but stayed on their knees.

"Are there any infractions that need to be reported to Our God, The Almighty, All Powerfull, All Seeing and Wise," the Arch-priest asked in a booming voice.

The congregation was silent.

"Remember Our God knows ALL. You might hide it from me. From HIM you will not be able to hide anything and HIS punishment will be TERRIBLE if your sins are not confessed and you do not beg for his forgivness."

"Holy Father I saw Robby rubbing himself in the forbiden places, yesterday in the fields when he thought nobody was looking," said a girl of about 13 with tiny breasts just starting to grow.

"It's a lie, Holy Father, it really is. Heather saw me catch her rubbing herself. So she is lying about me to get me in trouble," exclaimed a decent looking youth of about 12, with wavy dark hair that fell to his neck and hung almost over his big brown eyes.

The priests that had been roaming among the faithfull, grabbed both the boy and girl by their necks and dragged them forward to the altar. They had to kneel for it.

"Anybody else needs to cleanse their souls or help their neighboors to do so? Remember, my children, only through cleansing our souls, bodies and minds of all sin and sinfull thoughts can we achieve eternal peace in the ARMS of OUR GOD THE ALLMIGHTY BALOR," the Arch-priest continued.

'Damn, these people worship one of the worst lords of the nine hells,' Antos thought.

There were some more incantations, more moaning. As the villagers left, those without small children headed for the fields, those with small ones, the father took them back to their houses, while mother with the older chldren headed for the fields. Antos decided to the small children later, since he wanted to see what sort of punishment the boy Robby and the girl Heather would get.

Once everybody had left the temple, the priests leered at the two children on their knees in front of the altar. Priest Nestor grabbed Heather and took her to a room through a side door, another priest named Ergar grabbed Robby by his hair and dragged him to the open door behind the altar, with the remaining priests following.

The boy was crying, begging, pleading, claiming his innocence, uttering Holy Fathers more often then any other words. Priest Ergar dragged the boy to what could be best described as a torture chamber. He let go of the hair and let the boy fall to the ground, he was still crying, pleading and begging.

"Get up, you dirty sinful creature. We shall see which one of you is lying in the face of Our Almighty," barked the Arch-priest.

The boy got up, eyes downcast, the tears flowing down his cheeks soaked his peasant shirt.

"Take off your clothes NOW!" barked the chief torturer again. All the priests had lust and desire in their eyes.

Robby did as he was told, removed his shirt and then dropped his pants to his ankles. His skin was pale, his chest and tummy were of a boy who just recently started working hard, he still had some baby fat on his tummy, pointy little nubs as nipples. A few whisps of curly little brown hairs around his 3" cocklet, that was tied in the Holyligher's custom. The priests walked around the boy inspecting every inch of him. The boy did not see that when they were behind him, they rubbed their own cocks through their rich vestments. He did have a cute soft little ass. His whole body was trembling from fear and shame.

Priests Ergar and the Deacon grabbed the naked boy by his arms, dragged him to a frame, where they tied him spread-eagled, leaving his front and back open for whatever perversions they might decide to subject him to. Nestor returned, whispered something in the Arch-priest's ears. The man smiled.

"Well now, Robby, it seems that you should have close to a full week of seed in your little balls. You were due for the weekly milking tomorrow. We will find out if you are lying very quickly, you evil, dirty, little sinner," he told the boy.

Nestor went up to the boy, grabbed his face, then forcefuly opened the boy's mouth as wide as it will go. He went over to a cabinet and searched in a drawer. After he found the object he was looking for he returned to the scared boy. The Deacon opened the boy's mouth again so Nestor could insert in the lad's mouth the object what looked like a real thick and wide cock head. Antos seeing that thing, realized it was bigger than Mr. Big's cock head.

Horror was registered on the boy's face as the huge cock head was forced into his mouth, stretching it beyond limits. The priests then attached a belt-like leather strip and secured the cock head in the boys mouth. A tube was inserted in the opening at the back of apparatus, they moved a few things towards the boy.

Antos was not sure what they were, so he just buzzed around with countless other flies. Priest Ergar removed the restraining strap from the boy's genitals. His little cocklet slapped his groin area when released, then dropped down to a 60 degree angle from his newly dropped ball sack. A small table was pushed in front of the 12-year-old naked boy. It had a weird contraption on it, in the shape of a metal bowl with a wooden attachment on one side, with a hole in it. The head torturer opened the attachment, grabbed and placed the boy's hard cocklet in the hole. He snapped it shut and adjusted some knobs, pinning the boy's meat securely in the middle with the head over the bowl, pointing downwards.

Nestor, unseen to the boy, came up behind him and shoved a long lubed metal object in the shape of an adult cock, about 8" long and 1½" in diameter, in Robby's boy hole. The boy's body tensed, he tried to move out of the way of the invisible invader, to no avail, the metal cock was stuffed all the way in. Antos noticed that the device had a short handle, which the priests could use to insert and pull out the device.

"Now we shall see if you produce the required amount of seed for the Glory of Our All Knowing God," the Arch-priest informed the boy.

Nestor started to fuck him with the metal cock, while Ergar attached a hose to the tube in the boy's mouth, pulled it behind the boy where it was attached to another bowl, this time of clay, with a hole in the bottom. All priest opened their robes, took hold of their cocks and started pissing in the bowl. The liquid was drained down the hole, up the hose through the tube and into Robby's mouth, where he was forced to swallow.

The priests kept up the fucking for an hour, the boy had about three orgasms during that time. The hose was removed from the tube.

"Now we shall go and see about your friend, in the meantime you shall continue to provide seed, until you fill the Holy Vessel," the Arch-priest said.

He did a primitive incantation and the metal cock started fucking the boy on its own. The poor boy was non stop crying. Once they left, Antos resumed his Human shape behind the crying boy and did a little incantation of his own. The boy's seed would fill the large bowl to capacity, that should freak those assholes. He smiled, and back to being a fly on the wall he went in search of the girl and her tormentors.

By the time he found them, the girl was naked and tied to a similar frame as the boy. The Arch-priest was inspecting her pussy.

"You are lying, little whore, you are the one who has been playing with yourself, I can tell by the puffiness and signs of rubbing the cloth of your clothes leave." He hollered as he stood up and slapped the girl hard across her face. "I bet you were hoping it was the boys little cocklet that was being rubbed on your twat, rather then the rake, don't you, YOU SLUT!" another hard slap across the other side of her face.

She was crying, pleading for mercy, admitting her sin of rubbing herself and hoping it was some boys thingie doing it to her.

"So you heathen little slut, you want boy cocklets in your filthy little hole, breeding you, filling you with their dirty non-sanctified seed," the Arch-priest hollered, as the Deacon hit the girl's back with a thick leather belt. She hollered at the pain. She begged forgiveness, promised to purge dirty thoughts from her mind, to pray harder and more ardently. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Get this heathen slut ready for punishment," the Arch-priest barked.

"Yes Holy Arch-Priest," Nestor said and pulled some levers to turn the inside part of the frame so it was parallel to the floor.

The priests pulled out their hard cocks and balls out of their robes. Two of them aproached the naked tied girl from the front and back. The girl seeing their hard cocks started begging, pleading for forgivness. One priest lined his cock against the entrance to her pussy, the other one to her butt hole. Then both at once shoved them all the way inside the virgin cavitities. The girl's scream was silenced with the Arch-priests cock being stuffed in her mouth. They continued to rape her until each of them had shot his seed in every one of her three openings, leaving her with cum and blood dripping out of them. They headed for the torture chamber where the boy was.

"It would be nice if he failed his test also," laughed the Deacon.

"Of course he will fail it, nobody has been able to fill the Holy Vessel, not even adults," Nestor laughed.

"I'm sure going to enjoy fucking that cute soft little butt," grinned Ergar, the third priest.

They all freeze in their tracks as they entered the chamber. The boy had passed out, but the moment they entered he unloaded a for his age and balls huge load, that filled the bowl to capacity.

"Get that boy down, have him cleaned, feed him, take care of his sore cock and hole. I have to notify the Bishop. This is a miracle." The Arch-priest exclaimed, turning and running to his chambers.

If flies could laugh, there would be one rolling on the ground laughing hysterically.

A sparrow flew out of an open window in the temple and landed on window sill in the kitchen of a house. Joining the throng of flies Antos flew over to where the two youngsters are. Yes, they were attached to the chairs, their needs to release their body fluids taken care of by the hole in the seat. The Holy book on the stand in front of their eyes turned pages automatically when the child has memorized those pages.

When he came back in the temple, Antos was just in time to hear the Arch-priest gave orders to Nestor and the Deacon to make sure that tonights bread for all males had a dosis of aphrodisiac. The ones for the females had to include the usual depressant. This was interesting, aphrodisiacs, depressants, what else went on in the temple that nobody knew about, he wondered. The priests went to the kitchen and started preparing the special breads given out to the faithfull at the evening indoctrination.

Besides the usual ingredients for bread, the priests poured the Holy vessel's contents of Robby's cum into four mixing bowls of different colors. Then they added what the boy knew to be a powerfull aphrodisiac to the dark blue bowl for the adult males and a little bit less of the same aphrodisiac in the light blue and pink bowls, which contained the dough for the boys' and girls' bread. In the red bowl for the adult females they added a sexual depressant.

Antos got an idea to really mess with the Holyshits' minds. He went back to his hideout and waited for the evening bells.

After the mind numbing service, the villagers went home. The naked Heather was brought out and put in the stocks, not the normal way but with her body sideways. Her legs were spread tied to a pole at the ankles. In that position all three of her holes were available for penetration. After the people finished their supper, all males with seed filed out of their houses, naked and went to the temple square. The priests splitted them in three groups, one for each hole. Antos watched from the top of the hill, as the males lined up at their designated holes and robotically fucked either mouth, pussy or butt. Once a male was done with his first hole he moved to the end of the next line. The ritualistic rape of the girl continued until every male with seed had filled each one of her holes with his seed.

There was no morning service, since the fuck fest went past that time. The males returned home, the girl was taken down from the stocks and returned to the temple, where the priests would probably have their way with her again.

Antos had worked out his plan to really mess with the minds of the priests. He needed to rest first, doing all those shape changes was tiring. He rested and waited for the next day. He watched as priest Ergar and a couple of guards left with a wagon with Heather and Robby. They boy and girl were tied up naked in the back, in such a position as to allow the priest or the guards a little relief if they felt like it.

A small pixie flew in through an open window in the temple kitchen, passing above Nerstor and the Deacon, who did the drugged bread. The fly released a special magical dust, that floated gently unseen by the priests. They inhaled it, started sneezing, wheezing, the felt faint, their foreheads were hot, fever was setting in. They reported their sick condition to the Arch-priest, who cussed and cursed, but sent them away to take care of their ills. They would at least be fit to help him during the evening service.

The Arch-priest stormed to the kitchen and grabbed the containers with the various drugs used in the breads. Once they were on the table he got ready to mix the appropriate ones to their corresponding bowls. Antos was invisible and in Human form behind the priest. He put him to sleep and added the drugs where he needed them to be and in proportions he wanted for his plan to work. He smiled, set a release from sleep timer spell and returned to be a fly on the wall. The Arch-priest noticed he had already begun to mix the drugs and started to knead the bread for tonights service. He put them in special forms and baked the breads.

Everything went as normal, boring incantations, sing song moans, filing past the priest to receive their holy bread, people going home to eat supper and the holy bread. One of many flies around left the temple when the doors were opened.

Next morning the service sure was interesting. When the Arch-priest asked if anybody had any confessions to make, first two boys stood up and informed the priest of strange sounds and noises coming out of their parents room, with forbidden words being used, even screamed. One by one all the children reported the same occurences in their parents' bedrooms.

The adults were wringing their hands, eyes downcast. The Arch-priest was livid, he was foaming at the mouth shouting and damming the entire village. He ended the service abruptly and sent everybody to the fields, including the little children. Once the temple was empty except for the two remaining priests, he hollered:

"This is an epidemic, it's unnatural, evil forces are at work here, we cannot kill all the adults in the entire village. I will have to report this to the Bishop at once."

He stormed to his office to write a letter to his bishop.

The other two priests went to the kitchen, one of them saw the still dirty bowls from last nights holy bread and took a closer look at them and smelt the remnants of dough.

"Deacon Marcos, please take a look at the dough in the adult males bowl, and smell it, do the same with the one for the adult females," priest Nestor said.

The Deacon did as asked, with a look of surprise and shock on his face he said "They both have huge amounts of stimulant, it's not supposed to be there, how did they get there?"

"Well brother Deacon, who finished making the dough yesterday? We had it almost done, when we took ill, who had to add the special ingredients?" he asked.

"It can't be, the Arch-priest would not do that, he could have confused things," answered a shaky Deacon.

"Brother Deacon how can he confuse things? The containers are clearly marked, even an acolyte knows that light blue bowls are for boys, dark blue ones for adult males, pink for girls and red for women, so how could he confuse them? Also if you check the children's bowls you will see that he used the proper ingredients in right amounts."

The Deacon checked the last two bowls and nodded his agreement.

"So what do we do now? why would the Arch-priest do something like that?" he asked.

"I have no idea," Nestor said. "I will write a letter to the bishop myself, telling him what happened in the kitchen and who is to blame for the epidemic. You go get new bowls at the store, and hide these in the back of the pantry, where the self righteous ass never goes. Do not say anything about what we found to the Arch-priest."

A fly left the kitchen for some fresh air. Back at his hide out Antos was rolling on the ground holding his sides from laughing so hard.

That night half the adult males had their tongues removed and their genitals stuffed in their mouths. Their wifes were missing their tongues and were slit from the top of their pussies to their breasts. In the morning only half the people showed up for services. The guards and priests checked the houses of the missing ones to find their gruesome sights. They simply left the children tied to their beds and adjourned to the temple to discuss what happened.

"It has to be that vicious murderer that has been killing our patrols. He must be the one to blame for all our problems of late," screamed the Arch-priest. "The bishop needs to be informed immediately. We need a full garrison of soldiers to put an end to that menance." He continued raving.

"What shall we do about the children? We cannot keep them tied up to their beds forever." asked Nestor.

"Fuck them, rape them, give them to the other families, I don't care. I have more important things to worry about, then some brats." The Arch-priest stormed out of the meeting room.

Next morning nobody showed up for services. The guards and priests found all the children tied to their beds, in some cases two to a bed. All the adults except for the guards and priests were murdered by the unseen menace.

Back in the meeting chamber, the Arch-priest was fuming throwing a shit fit, blaming the unseen murderer of their patrols. He wanted the guards to search every house from top to bottom, find the culprit, hang him, kill him slowly, he just went on raving and ranting as he left for his chambers to write another letter to the bishop. After he left one of the guards noticed what could be a drop of blood on the Arch-priest's white shoes. He told that to Nestor.

"What did you say, private?" asked the priest.

"Holy Father, I said I saw what could be a drop of blood on the Arch-priest's white shoes, when he left and his robe left part of his shoe uncovered," he said meakly. Accusing a priest mistakingly was bad, but to accuse an Arch-priest would mean death.

The two priests looked at each other, then told the guards to follow them to the Arch-priest's chamber and wait outside until they were called in. The priests walked in on the Arch-priest, who was furiously writing another letter to the bishop. Before the man could say anything Nestor said:

"Arch-priest, could you please show us your shoes."

It was said as an order rather then a question.

"What? What is the meaning of this? How dare you interrupt me, can't you see I'm busy, we're in the middle of a crisis," he hollered.

"Arch-priest, lift your robes and show us your white shoes, NOW," Nestor ordered.

"Why do you want to see my shoes, they are part of my office rank."

Seeing that his arguments were doing no good, he lifted his robe and showed his shoes. There were a few drops of blood here and there on them.

"What? How did those get there, what is this? How dare you dirty my pristine shoes," he raved.

Priest Nestor motioned for the guards to come in.

"Arch-priest, I have to put you under arrest for the murder of all the adults in the village, for the mixing of the bread to cause the epidemic we had recently. We will wait until the bishop gets here for your trial," he said calmly.

"You are blaming me for the murders. You fool, can't you see it's that heathen killer that is doing that/ I am innocent and what do you mean causing the epidemic? How dare you accuse ME of such monstrous crimes, why would I kill all the adults, we need them to work the fields and produce children to carry on the glory of our God." He was foaming at the mouth.

The Deacon in the meantime was looking through the Arch-priest's study.

"Brother come look at this," he said holding a leather bag in his hand.

Nestor took a look inside the bag, his eyes went wide.

"How do you explain this, murderer? It is found in your study to which only you have a key."

He showed the contents of the bag to the guards. They see freshly cut tongues. The guards grabbed the still ranting and raving Arch-priest and hauled him to the jail, where they just dumped him in a dark cold cell. The two priests tried to decide what to do with the children, how can just the two of them keep control over so many children?

"Why not sell them to the slaver caravan that will be passing an hour from here later this evening? That's what they do with the children we send to the stockade, they sell them to slavers rather then hang them," the Deacon said.

"Get the sergeant of the guard in here, have the other guards untie the children, wash them quickly. It does not matter if they are boys or girls wash them all together," Nestor instructed.

The deacon left to do as instructed. The sergeant of the guard reported to priest Nestor in the chambers of the Arch-priest.

"You called for me, Holy Father?" he bowed.

"Yes, I did, we have a lot of children we cannot look after properly. I want you to load them in wagons, chain them and take them to where the slavers caravan crosses our border and sell them. Make sure you tell your soldiers to remember that the order was given by the Arch-priest, after all he did murder the adults in the village," the priest said.

Once the children were basically rinsed, they were herded naked to the waiting wagons, where they were piled, boys with boys and girls with girls they were chained. The wagons pulled out heading for a secret meeting with the slaver caravan.

That night the guards and the two priests lost their tongues to have them replaced by their genitals. By mid afternoon the village was deserted except for the corpses. All buildings still contained their furnishing and loot. Antos went to the cell the Arch-priest was in.

"The village is now a ghost town, all the adults are dead, all the children have been sold to the slaver caravan, that passed close by here yesterday. The two of us are the only ones left alive here. Now you are going to do one more service for me, Arch-priest," the 10-year-old half elven boy said with a big grin.

"You, it's you! You are the one responsible for the deaths of our patrols, for the murder of all the adults in this village. You unclean heathen Elf, I will kill you, the bishop will reward me greatly for such a service," he screamed. Then he started an incantation. Antos let him finish the weak paralyzing spell, let him cast it, only to have it bounce back on him, so the Arch-priest was paralyzing himself.

"My oh my. You Holycorpses don't learn, do you? I have removed over one hundred of you in a little over two weeks time, armed men, guards, priests and you still think your punny, weak spells can stop me? How pathetic," the boy laughed.

"Like I said, Arch-priest, you will do me one more little favor before you die like the rest of your Holyscum will."

With magic Antos made the Arch-priest go outside into the main square. He got the horses and hitched them to the wagons. He magically loaded all the loot he wanted to take with him. He made sure there were plenty of footprints of the Arch-priest's shoes. The man was in the front wagon and Antos sat himself in the second. He talked with the horses and they took off towards the closest border an hour away from the village. Once they crossed the border and had ridden about another hour, he stopped the horses, unhitched them from the wagons and set them free. He transported magically all the loot to his hide out. Once that was taken care of, he destroyed the wagons without any traces. Finally it was time to take care of the Arch-priest.

"Well, Arch-priest, I guess it's now your turn to die and join your brethren in hell," he smiled. "But before you die, I think it is only appropriate for me to rape you, just like you like to breed the boys and girls in your village."

The Arch-priest was magically forced on the ground on his back, his rich vestments opened, his legs raised and spreaded. He could not move out of this vulnerable position, as he watched the heathen murderer pull his decent sized boy cock. The boy lined it up with the priest's still virgin hairy butt hole. Without any lube or foreplay Antos shoved his boy cock into the hairy virgin hole. The Arch-priest hollered, cussed, damned the boy, tried to cast his memorized spells. But every time the boy shoved his cock inside him, he hollered, screamed and lost his concentration negating what ever spell he was trying to cast. Antos kept pounding the asshole of the asshole for at least twenty minutes. In all that time the Arch-priest did not manage to cast one spell and most likely, he had tried all the ones he had. With a wolf howl Antos had a very satisfying dry orgasm.

He did not want to leave the priest's hole dry, thus he took a piss in it. With his cock still in the priest's butt hole, he removed the man's genitals, then scampered over to the chest and removed the tongue and replaced it with the now useless cock and balls, the bloody end first of course. Then he burried the suspect of the gruesome murders of Holylighters. Of course the Arch-priest's body will never be found.

It had taken Antos a little over a week to take care of the first village.

He left the area and went back to his hide out. Maybe he should go to see his brothers and adopted mama Esmira. As he was about to leave a squirrel told him what has been happening to his family in the village.

'Oh shit,' he thought, 'I must make some plans before I return. Mr. Big has done what I hoped would not happen. By the time I return all my three Ebon brothers will be addicted to Orc seed, they will have no choice as far as having sex with their new papa and his Orc slave. My new adopted step-father has enough ammunition to keep me in line, maybe even to force me to beg to be brutaly fucked by him or by the Orc teen. I need to get some ammunition of my own, if not to counter balance the demands of Mr. Big then at least to help them get rid of the man.'

He fished some nuts out of his pack and gave them to his little squirrel friend to thank him for the information. Turning invisible, he made it to the village and saw his hated step-father going to a small house on the outskirts of Freedom. The boy followed him.

"Hullo, Mr. Big what can poor ole Tom do for you?" asked the old Ebon man who lived in the small house.

"You know the little half Elf? well, he should be returning in about a week. If anything should happen to me, like a sudden death, or I get sick or paralyzed, or any kind of missfortune, I want you to go to the smuggler's hideout and tell Tiger, «The job is on». He will know what it means." Mr. Big instruced. "Here's a little something for your trouble." He gave the man some coins. A sparrow flew towards the forrest.

Back in the cave Antos was wondering what that was all about, where was this smuggler's hideout. He needed to find that before he could do anything else. Again the boy enlisted the help of his animal and bird friends. He stayed the night in the cave and by the next morning he knew where the hideout was, how many men there were and what defenses they had. He decided to drop by there and get rid of that little nuisance. Of course depending what his adopted step-father's plans were for him he might or might not tell him of their early demise from this world. It only took him three hours to dispose of all living humanoid creatures there and to destroy all traces of existence of the hideout.

He spent another night in the cave before returning to finish his job at the second Holylighter village. He had a pretty good idea that the Bishop might have been the one that killed his father and his best friend.

The second village was slightly bigger then the first by about five family homes. This time he was in a hurry and did not feel like playing games with his victims. The first night fifteen adult couples were dead, his style. There was panic in the village and the guard was doubled at night, all exits were sealed tight. Priests were going around blessing the houses, putting various inefficient warding spells. After the second night all guards and priests were disposed off.

The Arch-priest of this village was smarter than the last one, he just begged for mercy, and gave him the information he needed. The bishop indeed killed his father, while the Arch-priest killed the friend. The bishop lived in the stronghold, a fortified village larger then rest.

He let the Arch-priest live for now, but wiped the man's memory clean of their encounter. Nobody worked the fields the next day. The villagers armed themselves, prayed for hours on end at the temple, but there was no holy bread that night. By the next morning there were no adults left except for the Arch-priest and a lone thirtyish looking guard with long blond hair, who had somehow escaped the purge.

The Arch-priest and the guard load all the children from the village onto wagons and left for the border town of Kromar, on the Karameikos side, where they sold the children into slavery. They also sold the wagons and draft horses and bought two ridding horses. Then they headed back to the Holylight Freeholds to report the tragedy to the Bishop.

Of course the Arch-priest never made it back, what a shame, his head was decorating a pike on the side of the road an hour ride from the border.

Once back in the deserted village Antos looted it of all he wanted and returned to Freedom.

He had been gone exactly 15 days. He would sleep in his cave tonight and the next day he would hunt and returned home acting as if did not know that Mr. Big was now his step-father.

Back in Mr. Big's barn, Grog had his legs up to his chest and his green butt was inviting Egrim to fuck him.

"Drop your legs big brother, I want to love you first before I try to see if I can reach both of your prostrates," Egrim said with a smile.

Grog dropped his legs and spreaded them, he opened his arms to welcome his brother and first love. Egrim laid on top of Grog, they embrace. The naked 13-year-old Ebon boy kissed his big green 14-year-old adopted brother on the lips. Their lips parted, tongues slid in the others' mouth, licking the inside of the warm moist caverns, running over pure white teeth, yellowish teeth and two frontal tusks. They sucked each others spit, sharing it, loving it. Hands running over the other ones naked body, rubbing, touching, feeling each other. Amir wondered if those two will ever come up for air.

Egrim broke the kiss, licking, kissing he moved to Grog's left ear. He nibbled on the lobes, slid his tongue inside, heard his brother moan in pleasure, kissing his way across the Orc's face, he kissed both eyes, cheeks, nibbles and licked his other ear. Moving downwards he nibbled and gave little love bites on the Orc's chin, sucked on his neck leaving brownish green spots, the marks of his love for Grog. His Ebon hands rubbed and kneaded the brownish dark green nipples on a well developed chest. He moved his mouth to Grog's pits, licking, sucking the coarse dark hairs, nibbling on the green skin. Moving across from the right pit, he licked, gently bit, sucked the teen chest, lapped at the nice nipples, licked them, twirled his tongue, sucked them for all he's worth, flicked his tongue on the hard nubs. He moved his expert tongue to the left nipple, repeating the proccess taking his big brother to sexual heights he had never been to before. Egrim finished with the upper part of the body by worshiping the left pit until it was clean as it could be, well except for the spit that covered it.

Kissing, licking, sucking leaving love marks along the way, he worked his way down the muscled flat abdomen. He licked the cock hairs area, with his mouth and tongue, rubbed his face in the coarse wiry hairs, feeling them scratch his face and cheeks.

Taking hold of Grog's big green Orc cock, he licked the big head with its ridges and bumps, slid his long pink tongue into the cross hair slit, sucking the pre-cum oozing out of there, swallowed the roundish mushroom type head, ran his tongue all over it, under the thick green skin that covered it. He started to swallow the Orc cock down his throat, sucking, working his throat muscles, squeezing, releasing the shaft and head. His nose was buried in the wiry coarse dark cock hairs. One hand was playing with the lemon sized balls, while the other was rubbing, pinching, twisting the Orc's nipples. Egrim started to go back up on the tasty green cock. Grog with a scream and a howl, grabbed his head and shoved it back down on his cock as he unloaded a huge load of yellowish orcish cum down the Ebon boy's throat.

When Egrim started to make love to him, Grog was not sure if it was real or if he was dreaming. Maybe his master had killed him and now he was in heaven, experiencing heavenly delights. Because in all the years that he had been having sex, it was never this good, this stimulating, this, this...., he has no words to describe what he was feeling. Every part of his body was alive, he could feel every muscle, every nerve, every last inch of his skin was tingling. He was moaning, groaning, trashing all over the floor of the loft. By all the Gods, this was what sex was all about, love, ecstasy, taking your partner to heaven, not what he had been trained to do and think. Brutality, power, conquest, pain, no that was the wrong way to do it, only weak people with a need to prove to themselves they were powerful use pain and violence in their sex. When his love took his manhood in his mouth and sucked it all in, he knew he was going to blow his biggest load so far. He shoved the head down on his cock and erupted with a huge load in his brother's mouth. Spent he laid there trying to catch his breath, he never had to do that with Mr. Big.

He looked down between his beefy legs to see Egrim, smiling at him while he licked and sucked the last remaining drops of cum.

"WOW! brother, that was the best sex I've ever had in my whole life. Thanks for showing me what real sex is all about. I love you more then I can describe." The Orc teen had tears of happiness in his eyes.

"Well, Egrim, are you going to breed big brother or what? I want his big green cock in my butt while you try to reach both of his prostrates," said Amir who did not want to be left out of all this great boy fun.

All three boys giggled at that remark. Grog sat up and pointed to his beefy thighs for the other two naked boys two sit on. Each Ebon boy sat on one thigh. They hugged and hold each other close. They all realized that it did not matter that they were from different species, they truly were brothers in their hearts, minds and souls.

With his big hands on Salim's shoulders Mr. Big fingered around the small neck, smiled, yes, he would have this little fragile toy boy begging for him to breed his small butt with his monster cock before the night is out.

He gently started to rub the shoulders, massaging them, kneading the kinks and tension, sensually running his hands over the shoulders. Then he took one arm in each hand he rubbed them and massaged, gently, softly, confusing the naked 11-year-old boy who was expecting a brutal penetration from which he might not have survived. Coming back up to the shoulders, he rubbed and massaged the small back, releasing the tension in the boy's body. He worked his way to the small waist of the toy, then using both hands he worked first on the right leg, lifting it, massaging the thigh, calf, foot, toes, heard the boy giggle as his foot was tickled. He raised the tiny foot to his mouth and sucked the little toes, licked between them.

He smiled, the toy was moaning softly, yes, the small fragile boy was his to do with as he pleased. He would be begging for his papa's snake in his tight boy pussy. He worked his magic on the other foot, making the boy giggle, sigh and moan louder.

He took a small butt cheek in each hand, rubbed them gently, massaged them, felt the boy push his little butt into his big hands. He knew now he had won his battle with this one, but he wanted a complete victory over his rebelious fuck toy. Gently he took the naked boy by his waist and flipped him over so the boy was now on his back with the snake still spreading his butt cheeks. He smiled his best fake smile at the boy, whose eyes were glazed, his face serene.

Mr. Big started to work on Salim's front, still softly, gently rubbing the toy all over, playing, pinching, rubbing his tiny puffy nipples, making them stand proud and hard, rubbed his little boy tummy with some baby fat still there. He pinched gently, tickled the boy, making him giggle and squirm. Holding the toy by his waist he lifted him so the thick-for-his-age-and-size cocklet was in front of his mouth. He slowly blew air towards the hard meat's partially visible head.

Salim moaned, his master took the entire cocklet and balls into his mouth. He worked that boy cock like it had never been worked, his tongue seemed to be everywhere, covering every thick inch of that cocklet. The boy was moaning, thrusting his hips forward wanting to get all of his cock inside that wonderful cavern of delights. The big man felt the boy approaching orgasm and smiled, knowing that the boy will never release his seed while the leather strip was tied securely around his genitals.

Salim screamed, then stopped, his eyes wide open, he was going to have a great orgasm, but his seed stopped before it could shoot out of his cock. Mr. Big laid the toy back down on his tighs making sure his snake was wedged securely between those butt cheeks that were now his property he could use and abuse as he wanted to.

When father/bear instead of killing him by shoving his huge snake up his little butt, started to massage and rub his back, then his whole body, sucking and licking his feet, Salim was confused, what was happening? why had his papa not killed him right away? His body was reacting to the gentle tender ministrations of the man, the big snake gently rubbing in his butt crack was making him harder than he had ever been. Then his step-father took his cock in his mouth. Oh, it was so good, even Egrim did not suck it so good and he was the best of all of them. He felt his orgasm begin, his seed leaving his ballsack on its way out his piss slit and into his father's warm moist mouth. Then nothing... his seed never reached his cock head, it just went back into his balls. Why? how could it?

"What happened papa? Why could I not shoot my seed?" asked the confused and puzzled 11-year-old.

"Well my cute little toy, that's 'cause papa does not want you to shoot your seed yet. Papa wants to breed you first, since papa does not want you to say he forced you to let him fuck your tight lil boy hole. He needs to hear you ask him to breed you with his papa snake. Don't worry my smallest toy, papa is sure your nice balls can hold at least three more loads of your cum in them before they explode." He smiled when he saw the boy's puzzled look turn to confusion and fear.

"What do you mean explode, papa?" asked the boy now confused and scared.

"Well, my rebel little toy, when papa was a slave at a plantation, he saw his master tie a string that only he could remove to the cock and balls of a Ebon slave buck, who had bred his young daughter. Then the overseers, played with the buck making him want to cum time and again. When the buck could not release his fifth load his ballsack just blew up, seed went flying everywhere. Don't worry, the slave did not die, but he could not get hard, nor did he have seed anymore."

He gave his most tender smile to the boy and watched the boy's face go pale when the information sank in.

"Please papa, please take the string off my cock and balls. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want me, never say you made me do it. Please just take it off, I don't want to loose my balls." cried the boy.

Mr. Big did not answer the boy. He just laid him on the floor of the loft and instead of fingers started working his tongue and expert mouth all over the boy's body front and back. Making him moan, writhe and trash on the floor, the boy shoved his boy hole into his father's tongue when he was licking it, and his cocklet in the warm mouth stimulating it, he brought the toy to another orgasm that did not go anywhere except back in his balls.

Salim did not know what to do, he did not want to loose his balls, not when he only recently started to seed. He also did not want to beg father/bear to fuck him. He was confused, he was scared, he had been ready to die instead of begging, but to live and have no balls or seed, he could not bear the thought. He gave in, his papa bear had won, he was truly the man's sex toy now, with tears in his eyes he begged.

"Please papa, please breed my little boy hole with your big beautifull snake, put it all the way in me, make me ride it, pound my lil toy ass, make me love having it fucking me. Pleeease papa, I need your papa snake breeding my hole anytime you want to."

Mr. Big smiled, he had one lil rebel under his control. Now he had only to work on the other once he returned from his trip and he would have all his little toys begging him to pound their holes, fighting among themselves for the privilege of receiving his snake anywhere he wanted to stick it.

He decided he was going to go slow. At first make the boy orgasm again in his balls, make the toy beg his father to fuck his ass hard, to pound his snake brutally in his boy pussy, then he would release the string and fuck the toy like he really wants to.

True to his intentions father/bear did a gentle, sensual assault on his smallest-in-height toy's fuck hole, he gently, carefuly slid his huge snake only half way in, then out, then back in. All the while he was kissing the boy's chest stimulating his little puffy nipples. The toy was moaning, pushing himself down on his master's snake, tenderly breeding him. He brought the boy to another fruitless orgasm, pulled the boy against his hairy chest and let him rest.

"Papa, likes your tight little boy pussy, he's not sure you can take a nice rough ride. Why don't you let papa know how rough you want papa snake to breed your cute boy pussy."

He kissed the toy's forehead.

Salim was terrified. He had three loads of seed in his balls. They felt like they were about to explode. He knew, one more load and he would not have any balls. He decided the only way to save himself was to completely surrender to his master, and beg to have him fuck his boy pussy like he wanted to.

"Papa, pleeease fuck my boy pussy hard, I want to feel your big balls spanking my worthless butt, want to feel your beautiful papa snake all the way in my pussy, breeding me, fucking me hard, making me scream and wail in pain and pleasure as you rip it to shreds with your lovely huge snake. Pleeease papa breed me like a wild animal." He said in a resigned voice.

Mr. Big smiles for real this time, he had beat this little toy. Now to beat the dangerous little half Elf, make him his willing fuck toy. He laid his newest willing toy on the back, removed the leather string, pulled his snake out until just the head was in. Then in one long brutal move shoved all 16 2/3" (42 cm) of hard Ebon snake all the way home, his balls slapping the small Ebon butt.

Salim hollered and wailed, his insides felt like they had just been riped to shreds. He hoped he could survive his master's brutal assault on his boy pussy. Mr. Big continued to pound the toy's ass violently, pulling his snake all the way out and before the wide open ravaged hole had time to close he rammed it back in, slapping the toy's butt cheeks hard every time. Salim had not stopped hollering, screaming and wailing the whole time.

After about ten minutes of this brutal assault on the little boy, Salim erupted with all his pent up loads and fainted. Mr. Big rammed his snake deep inside the toy one last time and with a scream of victory unloaded. His massive load filled the boy's stomach with more cum then he ever had at one time in his whole life. He pulled his spent snake out of the abused rectum, seeing the boy has fainted and slapped him on the face with his snake covered in cum, blood, boy butt juices. Salim came to, he cried, his butt was hurting like it never had before, his tummy was full of father/bear's cum, he felt it splashing inside him, leaking out of his ravaged hole.

His step-father ordered him to lick his snake clean, which he did without delay. Mr. Big then turned the boy on his tummy, filled his wide open bloody and ravaged hole with a healing salve and left the boy in the barns loft. The naked boy crawled into a fetal position, crying he fell asleep.

He headed home to his wife, happy as can be. He had one piss drinker already addicted to Orc cum, another a shitty butt hole licker would be addicted after another night, then two days more to addict the last toy to Grog's Orc cum and he would have the cute little half Elf neutralized and be able to make the toy do whatever he wants to. Yes life is good.

He thought about the Slant-eye doctor. Maybe he would have him perform the procedure on Grog and the one or two other Orc boys his friend should be bringing back with him when he comes with the doctor and the bale of cloth the blacksmith needs for his aprons. Yes, he would make Grog a virgin also. The Orc was to used to his cock, even if his hole was always tight, he did not holler, nor wail when Mr. Big fucked him, and he loved to hear his toys scream, holler, wail and beg as he pounds their boy pussies.

Next morning Grog woke up first. He slowly extracted his cock and balls from Amir's mouth and went to check on little Salim. He found the boy sleeping in a fetal position and saw the damage their master did to the little boy. Gently he picked the naked boy up, leaned him against his shoulder. Holding him with one strong arm, he climbed down and headed for the other barn. How could the man do such damage to this angelic little boy, he loathed the animal, because that is what Mr. Big was, an animal.

When Grog picked up the boy, he mumbled in his sleep "Harder, papa faster, rip my boy pussy papa." If Grog did not fear the man he would have killed him. He brought Salim to the other loft, laid him down on a mat, then searched through his stash of things until he found the orcish salve he has used on his butt hole, to help it heal, numb the pain. Carefuly as to not wake up the little one, he spreaded his legs and applied the salve to the damaged boy hole. He had tears in his eyes.

"What happened to Salim? is he alive?" asked a worried Egrim.

Amir hearing voices woke up and saw his little brother.

"Oh Gods, how could he do that to lil Salim? I hate that bastard," he screamed through tears.

Salim roused a little bit, still shaky, groggy and in pain from last night, not sure where he was he repeated, "Fuck my boy pussy hard papa, please breed me hard papa, ram your big snake in my pussy papa."

"Shhh! Shhh! hush lil one, you're safe, master is not here, so just rest my cute sweet lil one. Grog will take care of you."

Salim just went back to sleep without fully waking up. Grog done with medicating the ravaged boy hole, found a light blanket and covered the poor little naked 11-year-old, then motioned for the other two to climb down from the loft. They walked outside and behind the barn, the night sky just started to show some rays of light, but in the living quarters behind the store everybody was still sleeping.

"The asshole broke him, made Salim beg to be bred brutally, like he likes to breed boys. Don't say anything to him when he wakes up about what he said in the loft. He needs rest, food and special Orc tea I can make if your mama will get me some hot water." Grog whispered with tears still falling down his cheeks. "By all the Gods, I wish Antos was here, but I'm also scared what Master will do to him to break him."

"He won't break him, not Antos," said Amir.

"Amir my brother, you do not know your master, he will break Antos. By the time he returns, all three of you will be addicted to my Orc seed. He will force me not to give you any of my seed at least a few days before Antos returns. So he can make him watch as the three of you writhe in pain and agony on the floor, begging master to let you have my seed while he brutaly fucks you. If Antos cares about you he will do anything master wants him to, just so you will not have to suffer. He will break him using the three of you as weapons." The Orc teen said sadly.

"We are fucked, there is no way out for us. Nothing can stop him from doing whatever he wants to us," said a terrifed Egrim.

"Our only hope is that Antos can come up with something, Hey, he can use magic and kill papa," said Amir excited.

"Master will have some plan ready to make sure Antos does not use magic or kill him. I do not know what, but he will have a plan to make sure Antos cannot do him any harm. That's the way he is." Grog said, feeling depressed.

After breakfast Mr. Big called the boys and told them:

"You can't stay sleeping in my barn, since I want to use it to store my supplies and things like that. But now there are five of you and your mama's barn is too small, I decided to expand the loft of it. You start cleaning the old loft, and then will help to make it bigger to give you more space."

The three spent the rest of the day cleaning the loft and the old barn. Now and then they dropped in Mr. Big's barn to check on Salim, to make sure he got to drink the Orc tea Grog made for him and had eaten the food they got him.

During the same day Mr. Big went and saw the blacksmith.

"Creto, do you think we could borrow Parthos while he's learning about breeding? I want to expand the loft in Esmira's old barn to give my sons more room and we could use Parthos help with the building."

"Sure you can, Mr. Big. Do you want him to just move in with your boys while he is learning and helping them to add to their loft?" Creto asked.

"I would not want to put you in a bad spot, I know how much you depend on the boy help around your shop," Mr. Big replied.

"It will be no problem, by supper time tonight we shall be done with all the repairs and fixing of the armors and weapons we bought from your boys, the last time Antos got back. As for the usual work we get I can handle it without the boy. I'll let him know that he is to live with you and your sons until you are done with him."

"Thank you Creto, that is very kind of you, I will see Parthos after supper tonight then," said Mr. Big and left the smithy.

After supper, he went to the barn with all four boys. Salim was well enough to come to the table for supper, he was still a little bit shaky on his feet, but he made it.

"Tonight we're having a guest that will stay with us for a few days or longer, depending on how long it takes to expand the loft in the other barn and how long it takes to get him used to breeding my toys and getting bred by me and Grog. He's Parthos the blacksmiths son, he is 16 almost 17, and has a long cock, but a lot thinner then Grog's, so all you toys should all be able to take it without any problems." the big man said. "Egrim, tonight you'll come with me to the other barn after we're done here. It's been a while since I had the pleasure of breeding your boy pussy," he added with a grin.

"Mr. Big, are you in there?" a voice came from the front of the barn.

"Yes Parthos, come on in and close the doors, we don't want any females sneaking in here," said Mr. Big laughing.

Parthos closed the barn doors and bolted them, and then the naked 16-year-old Ebon boy climbed up to the loft.

"Papa said I was to stay with you and your sons until we finish fixing the old barn and I have learned how to breed and be bred," the boy said blushing.

"You've met my ex-slave who's now one of my sons, Grog, I know you have seen Egrim, Amir and little Salim, Antos is out wrecking havoc on the holyshits," he introduced his sons pointing to each boy as he said the name.

Parthos checked these boys a bit better now that he was about to have boy fun with them. He noticed that 13-year-old Egrim has a bit of hair around his manhood and it seemed large, 12-year-old Amir has some hair around his and it was only a little bit shorter than his older brothers, and 11-year-old Salim has maybe a few hairs around his manhood but it seemed to be thicker than his brother's and about the lenght of his meat.

What catches Parthos attention is the shape of Grog's cock head, it was rounded like a mushroom head with ridges and bumps all over it and it was thicker than the rest of the green shaft. He wondered what it would be like to get bred by that cock.

"Yes, I have seen Grog at the creek and in town, Egrim, Amir, Salim and Antos I've met when they sold papa stuff Antos got from the Holyshits." The boy said blushing as he kept looking at Egrim and Grog.

"Parthos sit on a bale and spread your legs. Egrim get in there and show him how to suck cock," Mr. Big commanded.

The 13-year-old naked boy scooted over to Parthos, took his hardening meat in his hand, stroked it a few times, pulled the skin back, licked the head and took it in his mouth. He knew his step-father was not interested in foreplay, he just wanted him to suck the boy to a quick orgasm. So he started sucking all of the older teen's cock into his mouth and throat. He felt it harden in his throat, worked his muscles on the long thin shaft, bobbing up and down on it, taking every last bit with every downward slide, pushing his nose into the wiry, kinky hairs. It didn't take Parthos long to pant, scream and unload his load down Egrim's throat.

"You will get a chance to have my other sons suck you off anytime you want, as a guest their mouths and holes are at your disposal, so are their cocks available to breed you and to teach you how to suck cock." The man said, wanting to get his thick, long snake in the 16-year-old's virgin boy hole. "Now, bend over the bale, and raise your butt." he ordered.

Parthos did enjoy the suck job, wishing it would have lasted longer. He did as he was told. Mr. Big walked over and spreaded his legs wide. He then ordered Amir to lick the boy's hole clean. His son obeyed and did as he was told as fast as he could. He could see that his father's snake was rock hard and leaking pre-cum by the gallon. Mr. Big told Grog to get in front of the new boy's face, ordered Parthos to open his mouth wide and take the Orc teen's cock head in his mouth.

"Now my boy, I'm going to teach you how to breed boy pussies the way all boys like, fast and hard," he said.

Mr. Big smiled, finally after two years of waiting he was going to fuck that delectable virgin Ebon butt. Before the boy went back home he would be addicted to Grog's cum and his huge Ebon snake. He lined the big thick head of his snake against the virgin hole, hold the boy by his hips and stuffed his cock all the way into the boy's hole, pushing the boy forward and making him swallow every bit of Grog's Orc cock. The 16-year-old black boy did not have a chance to scream or holler, he was stuffed from both ends with two long, thick monsters. His nose was mashed against Grog's cock hairs, they were in his nostrils making him want to sneeze, he felt Mr. Big's cock hairs scratching his butt cheeks.

Mr. Big fucked Parthos with fast hard strokes, pulling his snake until just the head was in, pulling the boy almost off the green cock, then rammed it back till his pubes were pressed against the squished butt, his balls spanking the boy's muscled butt and balls. Parthos had no choice and was shoved from one cock to the other. He got both of them almost out of him, just to have them rammed hard into both his mouth and hole at the same time. His own long thin cock was being rubbed hard against the bale of hay he was laying on. This hard, fast, brutal, painful introduction to breeding went on for ten minutes, before Parthos with a "MMMMPPPPHHH" unloaded his seed. Mr. Big felt it happen when the boys pucker tightened.

"Glad to see you are enjoying being bred like all boys love to be bred. My sons just can't get enough of being bred by their papa, isn't that right boys." He said and gave his sons a warning look.

"Oh yes papa, I love it when you shove your huge papa snake in my boy pussy hard, specially when you pull it all the way out and them ram it all the way back in." Salim said.

"I just wish you could breed me every night, it feels great to have your big snake pounding my boy hole, while big brother Grog pounds my mouth with his tasty big green cock," Egrim added.

"I wish I could sleep with either your or Grog's cock in my boy hole, and the other cock in my mouth and have you feed me your seed all night long," Amir continued.

"You see, Parthos, boys need to be fucked hard just like I'm doing to you. This is how you are supposed to break in your sons when you get some." He smiled at his toys, they did good, maybe he would reward them later tonight. It didn't take long for him and Grog ramming their cocks deep into the no longer virgin boy and unload their copious loads of seed. They pulled out slowly letting the boy wheeze and pant on the bale.

"Parthos, I want you to learn how good it feels to have your cock pounding a boy hole hard."

Mr. Big helped the naked boy stand up on shaky legs. "Amir, lay over the bale, Parthos is going to fuck your pussy."

Amir complied without a moment of hesitation. He laid on the bale, spreaded his legs and got ready to be pounded by the long thin Ebon cock.

"Now Parthos, line the head of your cock with his boy hole, do not insert it in yet, just make sure the tip of your head is pushing at the entrance to his boy heaven. Egrim, get in front and put the head of your cock in Parthos mouth." He motioned for Grog to get behind the student. He himself got behind Egrim and lined his well greased snake against the 13-year-old's well fucked hole. At his signal Grog and he both rammed their huge cocks into the holes in front of them. Egrim wailed at the brutal assault of his boy pussy. Parthos would have screamed at the brutal invasion, but his mouth was full of Egrim's cock. His own cock did feel great being rammed in and out of Amir's boy hole, Grog's wicked head was pounding his prostrate, making him see stars in front of his eyes, sending lightning bolts thru his body as it stimulates his prostrate. Egrim was wailing non-stop begging his father to breed him harder, to shove his whole snake in his boy pussy, to spank his worthless ass with his orange size balls. He was screaming anything that came to his mind just to please his step-father. If he pleased him now, maybe he could avoid getting fucked even more brutaly in the other barn tonight.

The orgy continued for a good twenty minutes, with the sound of balls and crotches smacking boy butts and chins, cocks pistoning in and out of well fucked boy holes. Sweat poured of all the boys and the man, wails, moans, grunts escaping their lips, a cacophony of sexual abandonment resonated and echoed in the barn. With screams, wails, grunts they emptied their seed into mouths, holes and bale of straw. They colapsed on top of each other, catched their breath, then pulled their softening members out of whichever hole they had been in and fell on the floor of the loft.

"Now boys why don't you go down to the creek and wash yourselves, then go to sleep. We have a long day of work tomorrow, since we will start building the addition to your mama's loft." He was pleased with the boys, they did as they were told.

He wiped his snake clean on Amir's face and went to his bedroom, he just might have enough energy to plow his wife if she was awake.

The boys headed for the creek to wash themselves and to relax after such a brutal pounding.

"Hey, Parthos, you must know that when we can have sex without our papa present, we'll show you how it's really done." Egrim told the older Ebon boy while they were washing each other.

"Until I met my new brothers, I didn't know that sex is supposed to be pleasurable and something truly enjoyable, and not just brutal pounding to cause pain to the other person." Grog added.

"But please, don't mention anything of this to our papa or we will get a whipping we'll never forget." Amir said.

They spent the next few days working hard on expanding the loft in their old barn, and making the smoke house larger, so they can smoke more meat in it.

On the second night Parthos was there, Mr. Big decided to let the boys have fun on their own. He told his sons to teach breeding the way he liked to breed them, but the boys had their own ideas of what they were going to teach Parthos.

"Tonight papa is not going to be here, he told us to continue teaching you about breeding his style. Hope you don't mind if we teach you how to do it the right way." Grog said.

"Will my butt and mouth be as sore as they were this morning from your papa's style of breeding?" the boy asked, hoping his hole didn't have to be brutally pounded like it was the night before.

"It shouldn't be sore, unless you try to take all four of us in your hole at the same time, if we could figure out how to do it." Amir grinned as he said that.

"Hummm, I don't think so, but how about your cock? Grog, hope you don't mind but Amir's cock is not as scary as yours and I did breed him last night." Parthos said.

"Nah, don't mind at all, besides got to breed you last night, so tonight you get to breed me and see if you can rub both my prostrates. Egrim could not reach the second one, last time he fucked me," replied the Orc teen.

"Orcs have two prostrates?" a surprised Parthos asked.

"Yep, we sure do, one just like Human boys, the other is a bit deeper inside and on the top of the chute. Egrim could not fully reach it with his seven inch (17.5 cm) cock, he was almost there but not quite."

The boys had Parthos lay down on the mats, told him to not do anything but enjoy himself and let them do all the work. They decided they would all work on him at the same time, to intensify his pleasure. Grog and Egrim would work over the upper part of his body, while Salim and Amir would take the lower.

Parthos watched as his four naked friends position themselves around him. He was not sure what was going to happen, since when it came to breeding he only had last nights brutal assault as a reference. He jumped and giggled when both Amir and Salim licked the soles of his feet, tickling him, at the same time as Grog and Egrim nibbled on his ear lobes, sliding the tips of their tongues inside. Egrim worked the boy's face, kissing every cute inch of it, cheeks, eyes, wide flat nose, forehead, chin, lightly kissed his lips, the rubbed his tongue on the lips getting Parthos to open his lips and mouth. Egrim immediately planted a lip lock on the surprised teen. Grog in the meantime kissed and nibbled on the boy's ear, neck and shoulder on his side. Down below the two younger ones licked, sucked, nibbled their student's toes, while massaging his calfs. The two teens engaged in the lip lock, battled with their tongues, tasting the inside of each others mouths, tongues running over pearly white teeth, exploring the others mouths.

Finally they came up for air and Egrim moved his tongue and mouth downward. Before Parthos had time to recuperate from the first lip lock, he found himself in another one with the Orc teen. Below, the other two spreaded his legs wide and worked their way to his thighs, that they licked, sucked and nibbled on, while also massaging with their hands the parts where their mouths were not. Parthos thought that compared to last night this was heaven, it couldn't get any better. He hadd be moaning and groaning if he could, but with Grog's long reddish tongue exploring his mouth and licking his teeth, sucking his spit then giving it back to him, all he could do was return the favor to the Orc teen, by copying what he was doing. He nearly jumped out of his skin, when both Amir and Salim licked the areas where his legs met his body, he felt them lift his butt. One of them started to work on his butt crack, licking the lenght of it, cleaning it, removing all dirt and dried shit from there. Somebody had both his low hanging balls in his warm moist mouth, swirling them, licking, running the tongue all over them, sucking them as if he wanted to swallow them down his throat. He felt a tongue pushed through his pucker, licked the inside of his boy hole. He let out a long loud moan. Grog had moved back to his shoulder.

"AAAAAHHHHHH."

Parthos moaned as two tongues licked his sweaty pits, sucking the sweat out of there, licking it, nibbling. His body was wiggling, if he wasn't pressed between the four naked boys he would have been all over the loft. Whoever was working on his boy hole was now inserting fingers in there instead of tongue. The other tongue was licking the underside of his long thin cock, from his balls to the tip, sliding the tip of the tongue into his open piss slit, lapping at his oozing pre-cum, sliding that wonderful tongue all over his cock head, pulling the foreskin over it while continuing to run the tongue in circular motions around the engorged head.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, YEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!" moaned the 16-year-old Ebon boy as two mouths and tongues got to work on his sculpted chest and muscled pecs, licking them, biting, sucking. He let out a howl when his hard nipples got sucked into warm moist caverns and expert tongues and mouths brought him more delight than he ever felt in his life. His cock was engulfed all the way into paradise, that was what it felt like when the throat expertly massages his long Ebon cock, sucking it all the way. He felt lips press against the base of his meat, nose pressed into his pubes trying to become part of them. He was not sure how long he would be able to last with all this happening to his body, he felt like he was floating on air. Every inch of his body was tingling, lightning bolts flew through his body being everywhere at once. He was bucking his hips to get his cock deeper into heaven, pushing down to get more of the three fingers now fucking his hole, rubbing his prostrate, scratching it with nails. Just when he thought he was going to erupt, it stopped, mouths and tongues were removed from his body.

"Well Parthos, isn't it a lot better when there is some play before the breeding?" Amir asked with his face still between the Ebon teen's legs.

Parthos looked around him with glazed eyes, saw four smiling faces looking at him.

"Oh yes, I thought I was in heaven, why did you stop? I was going to shoot my seed any moment," he whispered.

"'Cause we want you to shoot it inside one of us, while Amir shoots his inside you," smiled Egrim. "So which one of us do you want to fuck?"

"I want to see if my cock can reach both of Grog's prostrates, he did challenge me to find out." grinned Parthos.

"Yes, yeah! finally I get to see what it feels like to have both my prostrates rubbed while having good sex and not like when papa just brutally fucks me." Grog said excited.

Grog laid on his back on the mats, lifted and spreaded his legs to give Parthos full access to his muscular green butt. Parthos waisted no time getting in place and sliding his long thinish 9" (22.5 ccm) cock inside, he did rub both glans. Amir positioned himself behind the teen and slided his medium thickness 6½" (16 cm) rock hard cock in leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. Egrim and Salim not wanting to be left out scooted over so they were on diferent sides of the bodies and attacked Parthos gorgeous chest. They all started to work in unison, Parthos slided his cock inside Grog as Amir pushed his inside Parthos, Amir pulled his out, pulling Parthos out of Grog. All the while Egrim and Salim licked, sucked, nibbled and bited his nipples, pecs, chest. The four naked black boys and the one naked green boy continued for another ten or so minutes in a tangled synchronized ballet of lust and desire, when Grog with a growl erupted spewing his yellowish Orc cum all over his chest, face, belly and all over Egrim and Salim. That sent Parthos and Amir with howls and screams to erupt with their loads into the holes they were breeding. Parthos and Amir collapsed on top of Grog in a mass of sweaty, spent bodies, trying to come down from their sexual high.

"Well Parthos, which way do you prefer to breed, ours or papa's?" Salim asked with a big grin on his face.

"Oh Gods, Oh Gods, why would anybody want to be in hell when they can be in heaven." sighed Parthos.

The boys headed on down to the creek to wash up. While at the creek Parthos sucked on Salims cock, while Grog took care of the boy who showed him what love is, since neither Egrim nor Salim had shot their seed in the loft.

Lucky for Parthos they only had sex with Mr. Big one more time. The rest of the time it was just him and his friends. He got to fuck and suck each one of them, got fucked and sucked by each one of them. The boys also promised him that when Antos returns, they will make sure he gets to play with him also.

Two nights before Antos was expected to return, Mr. Big forbade Grog to feed his cum to his brothers. Grog knew what kind of pain his little brothers would go through and he hated the man for forcing him to bring so much pain to the boys he loved now.

The day before Antos showed up they finished their work on both the smokehouse and the loft. They had got some soft leaves and grass and laid it in a corner area over which they will put their mats right next to each others, so they could sleep close.

Chapter Four
Conspiracy

"Welcome home, my youngest son, you can keep the horses in my barn. This one is for my boys to sleep in. Did you notice how we enlarged the loft so you all can have more space?"

"What do you mean, your youngest son?" Antos asked turning around. "What have you done with mama Esmira, my brothers and sisters?"

"While you were gone, I married your mama Esmira. So her sons and you are now my sons. Aren't you happy to be back home and have a papa again?" he continued to play with the boy. "Your brothers are packing their things at my barn, so they can move here once you returned. Grog is now also my son, and since he is the eldest all, the rest of you have to listen to him when I am not there." He grinned.

"I hope you know that Elves don't get addicted to Orc cum. Since I am half Elven I will not be addicted to his seed, no matter how many times you or he make me drink it." Antos replied, tired of games, he just wanted to get to the meat of things, and find out what his new step-father had planned to keep him in line.

"That's alright, my fiesty toy, your brothers are all addicted to it already. Actually I have a demonstration for you tonight. You will see what happens when addicted Humans don't get their supply of Orc cum after a certain amount of days. If you decide to do anything stupid, like kill me, make me have an accident, or get me sick, well I have friends who will take care of your mama Esmira, and they will send you pieces of her after they kill her." The man smiled.

Next thing Mr. Big knew was that he was hanging upside down, his feet touching the highest part of the barn's roof.

" "Don't you ever threaten my adopted brothers, sisters or mama Esmira. I will kill you so quick you won't have time to beg for mercy. As for your friends we'll see how they fare against me on the open road, 'cause as soon as you are dead I will take my adopted family out of here to a safe place." Antos spoke with steel in his voice. "Also nobody saw me ride into town, so if you just happen to fall of the loft and land on that nice pitch fork under you, nobody will blame me, so your friends won't steal mama Esmira." A sharp pitch fork was magically leaned against a bale right under Mr. Big, thus if he fell down he would hit it. Mr. Big could not help it and pissed his pants, but he had to control the boy.

"Well you little shit, my other friends have instructions to kidnap and kill Grog if anything happens to me, regardless if you are in town or not, and you will see for yourself what your brothers will go through without Orc cum. So what do you say now, my cute pussy toy." His step-father laughed, but it was hollow.

All of a sudden he dropped down at breakneck speed right on top of the pitchfork, only to stop inches from it rupturing his chest and heart.

"Like I said do not ever threaten my mama Esmira, my sisters, my brothers or Grog. I will make you wish you were dead a thousand times over before you are allowed to die. I will do what you want, beg you to fuck me, beg you to pound my ass without mercy, drink your piss, lick your stinky butt hole, anything, just do not hurt my brothers, sisters, mama or Grog. Do you understand me? Do we have a deal? I'll be your most obedient fuck toy, pussy boy whatever you want to call me. All you have to do is not hurt the others." Antos said.

"You think you are in control? think you can give me orders, I own you, you are my son, and you will do what I tell you when I tell you," screamed Mr. Big. The next thing he knew he was back in the rafters high above the menacing pitchfork.

"Would you care to repeat that, dear papa. I don't think I heard you the first time. Don't forget I'm not truly your son, since I am not legally mama Esmira's son. I can leave here and there is nothing you can do about it. You have no rights over me that I don't give you," Antos said with poison in his voice.

"Look, why don't we discuss this like rational people. Let me down and we can talk about it," a terrified Mr. Big proposed.

"Why? dear papa, we are discussing it like rational people, It's not my fault you decided to take flying lessons, now is it." grinnrf the boy. "The only reason I will stay is to make sure you do not hurt my adopted family. Oh, I know you're going to fuck each and everyone of us as hard and brutally as you can, making us scream, holler, wail, beg. I just want to make sure you don't kill any of them or deprive my brothers of Orc cum. So do we have a deal? You get me as your obedient fuck toy, begging for your cock, your piss, anything you want, in return you don't kill or hurt my brothers, all four of them." Antos said.

"Yes, yes, we have a deal. Now let me down, you little shit. Oh, you're going to get a breeding tonight you'll never forget, you little bastard."

Mr. Big pissed his pants again as he dropped face down towards the pitchfork. This time he felt the sharp tips touch his skin before he stopped. The next thing he knew was he was sitting on a bale of hay. He got up, gave Antos a look of pure hatred and stormed out of the barn.

Unkown to both of them, Grog had witnessed the whole confrontation. The green Orc boy was not sure he could understand Antos. The half Elf could have left and there was nothing papa could have done, he had no legal rights to him. Yet he stayed, willingly accepted being papa's toy pussy boy, all just to protect the rest of them including him, Grog. Was that boy crazy or what? Shaking his head he sneaked back to the other barn. Antos removed the saddle from his horse, gave it a rub down then let it out to pasture. He grabbed the reins of his pack horse and headed for the back of the general store so he could show mama his catch. Then he would get his brothers to help him skin, salt and prepare the meat for mama.

"Mama, mama, see what I got this time, it's a nice fresh young doe." He shouted as he ran into the kitchen and hugged his mama Esmira.

They walked out together to see his catch. The other boys hearing his voice came running from the barn. The naked boys all hugged each other. Antos even hugged Grog.

"Oh honey chile, you sure know how to make your mama happy. A tender young thing like that will make some good food. You boys do what's needed and cut me a bunch of steaks, your papa said he is expecting some visitors tonight, so cut for the whole family plus at least another half dozen extras." She hugged Antos again.

The boys took of for the old barn, their living quarters and where all their stuff to skin, cure, smoke and salt meat was. The three Ebon boys were all talking at once so it was hard to understand what was going on. They spent until mid afternoon cleaning, cutting the meat, salting, setting some in the smokehouse. They had sent Salim with the steaks for mama after they cut the choice ones for her.

Grog watched Antos. Why did he stay when he could have walked out. He is not related by blood, he is not related in any way to them. Yet he was willing to sacrifice himself just to protect them. He could have killed their master when he dropped him on the pitchfork the second time. Then only he would have been killed, not their mama Esmira, and Antos could always buy an Orc slave boy that has seed and his Ebon brothers would be fine. Is this what love, friendship, family was all about? He knew he has to lube his baby brother before their father raped him tonight. He did not call sex with their master anything else, because it was not.

"So big brother, I hear you've been taking good care of my brothers while I was having fun at the fuckholds wasting those Holyshits." Antos remarked.

"I've tried to protect them as much as I can, but I can only do so much. So how was your trip? how many did you kill this time?" The Orc boy responded.

"I'll tell you guys when we have the time for it, the Holylighters are sure a weird sect, you know they worship Balor?" He said

"Balor? he's the worst demon in the nine hells," the boys exclaimed.

Once they were done with the meat and moving their meager stuff to the new loft they went to their family spot on the creek to swim, relax, play and just have fun. While there Antos told them about his adventures at the two villages, the games he played in the first one, where the disappeared Arch-priest was now suspect of being the mysterious killer plaguing the freeholds. They were all rolling on the ground laughing when he told about the seed boy, the orgy the adults had when he mixed the ingredients not the way they were supposed to be, how he used the Arch-priest shoes to leave drops of blood on them and loaned him the bag with tongues, to make the man look like the murderer. What he found out from the other Arch-priest about his father's death and having paid the debt to the best friend of his father by disposing of his killer. How he made it look like the first Arch-priest had commited the murders in the second village also. That he planned to destroy as many of the Holylighter villages and hamlets before he would go for their stronghold and the Bishop that killed his father. He let his brothers know he now had 198 tongues on his string. He would hang it in their loft, and keep adding new tongues every time he comes back from his fun trips. Told his brothers all the loot he had in their secret cave, and that they would need to get there, sort things out, sell the loot. He also let Egrim know the price both for the empty store and the bakery. Towards supper time they headed back home to eat and meet their torturer's friends.

At the house they saw mama Esmira and their sisters setting dishes with great smelling food, a Slant-eye man, an Ebon one and three naked Orc boys. Grog recognized one of them as his 11 year old kid brother, the other two were around 13 and 10.

Mr. Big introduced his sons as his pride and joy. He told his guests of the exploits of his youngest one, the half Elf, against the Holycraps.

The guests were also introduced to the boys.

The Ebon man was father's friend from Spectrum, called Mr. Farhad. He was not as tall as Mr. Big, maybe about 6' 1" (1.82 m), dressed in an expensive looking flowing robe, so it was hard to see what he looked like. His shoulders were not as wide as Big's. He presented an image of a well to do merchant.

The Slant-eye was doctor Soon Tze, he looked to be in his mid forties, only 5' 5" (1.62 m) small frame, not skinny nor muscular. He had the begging of a round belly protruding from his neatly tailored shirt. His pants were also custom tailored and close fitting, the outline of his meat showed a small thin one that was probably the same size as what Antos has, maybe even thinner.

One of the Orc boy slaves was Grog's 11-year-old brother Gar. His face was a smaller spiting image of his big brother, still sporting baby fat around his tummy, while his chest was starting to firm up with two puffy nipples. His cock was the same as Egrim's except for the wicked Orc head. It was 7" x 1¾" (17.5 x 4.5 cm), with a nice bubble butt you want to bury your face and then your meat in.

The two other Orc boy slaves were brothers. 13-year-old Krull was Antos' height 5' 6" (1.65 m), his chest was starting to develop, you could see the begginings of a nice set of pectoral muscles, his tummy was flat with traces of a nice firm six pack. His cock was almost as long and thick as Grog's hard. It would be around 9" x 2" (22.5 x 5 cm), very impressive for a kid his age. His brother, the youngest Orc boy, was Gerk. He still had baby fat around his tummy and chest with cone shaped nipples begging to be sucked. With a soft round bottom to die for, his cock was the smallest of the Orc boys and matched Amir's at 6½" x 1¾" (16 x 4.5 cm), he had balls that had not dropped completly yet, but were on their way, kinda like Antos were now.

Now she had enough food and meat to feed the family, mama Esmira had a great supper feast.

The doctor would stay at mama's old house for a while, Mr. Farhad would be departing on the morrow. After supper Mr. Big offered to take his guest and show them mama's old house, where they would be staying and also to show the new boys where they would be living.

Once at the old house, with a big grin on his face Mr. Big informed the boys about the doctor:

"Boys listen, Doctor Soon Tze has invented a nice procedure to make boy holes always virgin. As soon as his procedure is done with your hole, you will suffer no internal damage regardless of how many times you get bred or how hard or how big the cock is."

They left the doctor to set up his things for the procedure. Antos thought he would be the one that was going to get fucked by Mr. Big and then screwed by the procedure.

Once in the new loft at the barn father told Antos, the show was soon to start.

"Well, my little cocky fuck toy, soon you will see what happens to Human boys when they are deprived of Or..." he never finished it, found himself again high over the raised pitchfork.

"You don't listen, do you corpse? I told you never to threaten my brothers or to hurt them, I allow you to rape me as hard and brutal as you want, but I told you not to deprive them of Orc cum. You better give Grog and Krull the order to feed my brothers their Orc cum, or you will have that pitchfork stuck through your heart. And believe me I can take care of your friends if they try to hurt mama or Grog or anybody else in this family. So it's your choice, papa dear, order to feed my brothers Orc cum or getting real close and personal with the pitchfork."

The boy spoke with a smile on his face. To emphasize his point he made Mr. Big bounce up and down from the rafters to almost touching the pitchfork, back to the rafters. Mr. Big was terrified, his plan to neutralize the boy didn't go as well as he planned. The boy was a lot more dangerous than he gave him credit for.

"Grog, Krull, feed the three Humans Orc cum and be quick about," he screamed, pissing his pants for the third time that day.

Antos kept him bouncing up and down until everyone of his Ebon brothers got their share of Orc cum. Then he gently lowered papa onto the floor.

"Guess now I pay with my ass and mouth for defying our papa. Do you want me to beg or just bend over so you can rip me in half and then have your Slant-eye doctor patch me up like new." he asked.

Mr. Big shook from fear and hate. He wanted to grab that cocky boy and rip him in half, but was scared that the minute he touched the boy he would be dead. He believed the boy could take care of his smuggler friends with no problem. He needed to come up with another plan to neutralize the boy. He decided to breed Gar, Grog's younger brother. He thought that once Grog saw how his kid brother got bred and knew it was all because of the half Elf, that Grog would turn against Antos. That way he could get some info on the boy and might be able to use that neutralize him.

"No Antos, you will not pay with your mouth or ass tonight, but somebody else will pay for you, like Gar for example. Since you're so protective of the rest of my fuck toys, having somebody else pay for your insubordination will make you suffer a lot more," he said and laughed.

He didn't notice the look of pure hatred Grog gave him. He also didn't notice the pleading look Grog gave Antos nor the slight grin the half Elf returned. Papa commanded the 11-year-old Gar to bend over and spread his legs. He walked up the boy's spread butt cheeks, rubbed his big Ebon head a few times around the virgin pucker, and then without warning rammed his entire length into the boy, ripping the pucker, tearing the canal. He stopped when there was no more to go and his cock hairs were mashed against the green butt. Gar let out a howl that could wake up the dead. Grog lowered his eyes, he didn't want to see his brother suffer. Nobody noticed Antos make four stroking motions with his right hand. The man pulled his snake out leaving just the head in and shoved it back in full force. Gar hollered again. Mr. Big did one more time with just the head in, then rammed it in. A howl of agony from the poor little Gar. Papa pulled his Ebon snake all the way out, and drove it again all the way in, ripping the no longer virgin hole to shreds. He orgasmed like a wild animal.

Antos smiled at the confused look on papa's face, but wiped the smile real quick.

"Damn you, little cock sucker, did you do any of your magic?" he hollered at Antos.

"No papa, if I would have done magic you would not even get hard. It must have been all the excitement you had today, getting aquainted with the pitchfork, pissing your pants at least three times. It just excited you way to much. Maybe you should just relax and recuperate, I'm sure tomorrow when you pound my ass you'll perform much better." said the 10-year-old white boy his eyes downcast.

Mr. Big was pissed off. He never came that fast before, specially when breaking in a virgin hole. Maybe the boy was right, he did have a tiring day today, what with most his plans to neutralize the boy having gone wrong, facing death like he never had before. Yes, that had to be it. He grabbed Gar and dragged him to Esmira's old house where the doc would make him a permanent virgin. He would have his chance again at that virgin Orc hole.

"By the way, fuck toys, each and everyone of you will undergo the procedure, this way I will always have eight virgin fuck toys," he laughed as he left dragging Gar behind him.

"What happened, I know master, papa or whatever, and he never cums this fast, specially when breeding a virgin boy butt," said Grog giving Antos a look.

Antos waited until papa shoved Gar in the house and stormed towards the store and his and mama's bedroom. Then the half Elf fell on the floor and started to laugh hystericaly. The other six boys looked at him, not sure if he lost his mind or what. After he calmed down he told them.

"I just did a little fun thing, made him shoot early. In fact, if he tries to breed mama tonight he will have an orgasm after about four strokes." He broke out in laughter again. The rest of the boys broke out in laughter also. Grog walked up to his adopted baby brother and gave a great big hug, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you Antos, thank you for saving Gar from papa's brutal rape. I do love you and am very proud too of my little hell raising imp."

"Hey big bro, we are all of us brothers, we look after each other and do what we can to protect the others. Besides I could not stand by and have somebody else suffer because of me. It just isn't right," he said and gave Grog a light kiss on the lips.

"Antos, why did you not kill him when you had the chance?" Amir asked.

"Because there were some people that I know of who are supposed to kill mama and send us pieces of her, there also are some people that will kill Grog and now, I guess, our three new Orc brothers if anything happens to him. I took care of the ones that were going to harm mama, but I am not sure who or where are the ones he has hired to dispose of our Orc brothers," he answered.

"You did not kill him because he would have had us killed? You just met us today, what do you care what happens to us?" Krull asked.

"Well, with Grog being the only boy Orc against four needy Human boys, we would wear him out in one night, then we'd have to put him out to pasture. This way we have four Orc brothers and a half Elf and three Human brothers, so nobody gets worn out to quickly," he said and laughed.

"He did that because even if he met you only today he cares, to him all eight of us are brothers. Earlier today he could have killed Mr. Big 'cause he had already killed the people who were going to harm mama, but he sacrificed himself by agreeing to be papa's fuck toy and even beg papa to breed him brutally. All because of me, 'cause he does not know who the people hired to kill me and now you are. So you see to him we are all in the same boat and we protect each other as best we can." Grog said and kissed the young naked white half Elf passionatly. When they finally broke the kiss, Antos went.

"So big brother, I hear you're a sex maniac, how about breeding your favorite lil hell raiser. I sure could use a nice big thick Orc cock to scratch the itch in my boy hole. Krull, how about letting me taste some of your sweet Orc cum. I've had my Ebon brothers cocks in me often, even all three at the same time. Would like to find out, what having two nice big thick Orc boy cocks filling me from both ends feels like," he grinned.

"You want two teen Orc cocks stuffing you from both ends, and you call ME a sex maniac?" Grog laughed.

"Hey, you guys have been having lots of fun while I was out there working hard to rid the world of the Holycraps, without any sex at all. Well, you can't really count that old prune of the Arch-priest as sex, he sure did holler a lot, wonder how much he'd holler with your big cock pounding his hairy butt." Antos said.

"You bred a Holylight Arch-priest? and he did not kill you?" Gerk wanted to know.

"Does it look like I'm dead? Now he's buried nice and deep where nobody will ever find him, while they search and blame him for my killings," he grinned.

"So you are the one that has all the Holylighters worried and afraid? From the stories we heard I expected somebody about 9' (2.70 m) tall with a sword the size of Grog. Not a half Elf boy who's my height and my lil brother's age." Krull said amazed.

"Gerk, when will you be eleven?" the half Elf asked.

"In seventy two days," the youngest Orc slave replied proudly.

"Eyie, great, I'm still the baby of the family since I won't be eleven until next year," a very happy Antos said.

"You want to be the baby of the family, why?" asked Gerk.

"'Cause when you're a cute baby brother like me, all your older brothers adore you and spoil you, by feeding you lots of tasty boy seed." the naked little boy said with a grin. All seven boys broke out laughing.

"Well Grog, Krull are you gonna feed me your green cocks? I want to find out what's so special bout your cocks besides the wicked looking heads." Antos looked at his big naked green brothers and licked his lips, a habit he seemed to have picked up from Egrim.

Grog looked at his three naked Ebon brothers and asked. "Should we do baby brother like we did Parthos?"

"You guys did Parthos? Damn, that's so unfair, you guys got a gorgeous boy and I got stuck with a prune of an Arch-priest." horny Antos pouted. "Next village I'm gonna get me some of the Holylight boys."

"Krull, Gerk watch how breeding and sex are done properly. What you'll learn from papa is the wrong way to do it, only weak cruel people do it that way." Grog said.

"Why can't we join also? Is it because we're slaves?" Krull asked.

Grog thought for a bit, with six tongues and mouths working Antos over, he would have an experience like never before.

"Antos, do you mind if we hang you by your wrists, with feet touching the ground? This way all six of us can have our hands, mouths and tongues all over your body. We'll take you down before I breed you and Krull feeds you his tasty Orc boy cum." Grog proposed.

"And I'll suck you, while Krull and Grog are filling you with their seed." Gerk added.

Antos interest perked up at the fantastic proposition, to have six older brothers all over his body. Hell yeah, it would be a hundred times better than when he had all three Ebon brothers hands, mouths and tongues all over him. "Hell yeah, go for it guys. Just make sure I don't die from all the excitement." he beamed.

Egrim lowered the pulley and hook they used to raise hay to the loft. Grog wrapped a soft cloth around the naked white 10-year-old's wrists so the rope does not chafe them. With the boy's wrists tied securely, they hooked him to the pulley.

Grog called the others to the side, where they had a whispered conversation among themselves. They were all grinning, when they returned back to where Antos was hanging in anticipation of the best work-out his body will have prior to being bred and fed.

His legs were lifted of the ground and spread, Salim and Gerk grinned while raising his feet to their mouths, Egrim and Krull positioned themselves to attack his upper body with their tongues and mouths, Grog with a big shit eating grin got between his legs up front, which meant the kiss he got on his butt had to be from Amir. He closed his eyes and let his older brothers spoil him rotten by pleasuring his body.

On a signal from Grog the boys attacked their prize. Egrim licked, sucked and nibbled his stretched and hairless left pit, Krull immitated him on the right side. Two tongues licked the soles of his feet making him giggle and wiggle. Amir, the expert butt hole licker, worked his tongue to clean baby brother's crack in preparation to a tongue attack on his tight boy hole. Grog swallowed both cock and balls. Antos was moaning, groaning, wiggling all over the place. Mouths and tongues attacked his toes, licking, sucking cleaning them and the spaces between them, other mouths were now working over his puffy boy nipples, making him writhe in pleasure, his moans and high pitched squeals were probably heard by the entire village.

Grog was sucking and licking his partially dropped balls and rock hard five incher, like it was the sweetest candy. Amir was now in full boy hole attack mode, sliding his longish pink tongue into baby brothers tasty hole, swirling it inside, tongue fucking the hanging boy. Antos was right, having six brothers working him over is a hundred times better then just three. His heart beat faster then it ever had, his entire body was on fire from lust and desire, his breath came in rapid spurts, he moaned, ooohing and aaahhing non stop. Yes, yes, this was what boy sex is all about, being taken to highest clouds in the highest part of heaven. He did not even feel when Amir replaced his tongue with his fingers, he felt it only as the boy slid a fourth finger inside his boy hole, preparing it for big brother's huge green cock with the wicked head. He was nearing an orgasm to end all orgasms.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH I'm cummin, I'm cuuuuuuu....." he never finished as his body starts spasming and shaking. He felt like something did spew out of his balls but was not sure, he was on a sensual overload.

Gently his brothers lowered the pulley, removed his tied wrists from the hook and laid him on the straw covering the barn floor.

"You sure did cum, baby brother, not much, but it sure is the sweetest tasting seed I have ever tasted." said a happy Grog licking his lips.

Antos just laid there in the afterglow of the best orgasm in his whole life. "I did? I really, really did cum?" he asked in a shaky voice.

Grog just nodded his head in response.

"How 'bout I help you get back up to the loft so you can get a taste of two teen Orc cocks filling you with their delicious seed." He lifted Antos over his shoulder as the boys climb the ladder to the expanded loft. Up in the loft Grog let the other boys know:

"You must always have your holes greased. Papa doesn't bother to do that, he just likes to shove his monster snake into his fuck toys boy pussys without any regard for us."

Grog got his jar of grease and was about to lube baby brother when Amir took the jar from him.

"Hey big brother, remember I'm the butt hole expert." he said and giggled.

Once baby brothers boy hole was lubed and stretched by having six fingers sliding in and out of it, Amir backed away.

"He's ready Grog, give him a feel of your wicked head rubbing his prostrate and breeding his hole."

Antos got on his fours, spreaded his legs and opened his mouth wide. Grog slid behind him, spreaded the legs a bit more with his muscular legs, lined the head of his green teen cock with the virgin-to-Orc-meat boy hole. Krull wasted no time getting on his knees in front of Antos face, he never had a Human boy sucked his pecker and he sure wanted his cute baby brothers bow lips wrapped around his large hard boy cock. Gerk scooted over under Antos and swallowed the entire Human pecker in one gulp.

Grog had wanted to breed this white butt since the first time he saw the boy come to Mr. Big's store to sell his loot. Now he had his teen cock ready to fullfil his wildest dream. He was going to take it easy breeding the boy, not like he would have done three weeks ago, where he would have been as brutal as his master was to him.

"Ready to be spoiled baby brother, by getting two of your Orc brothers feeding you their seed and one draining you of your sweet seed," asked Grog as he carefully slid the bigger-than-his-shaft head past the pucker.

"Oooff...." was all Antos had time to say as Krull slid his ridged and bumpy Orc cock head in his mouth. He ran his tongue over that different and intriguiging head, feeling the rough bumps, ridges, slid his tongue into the cross hair piss slit, lapped and sucked Orc boy precum, wished Human and Elf boys had piss slits like the Orcs, so much easier to slide your tongue inside and get all that tasty pre-cum.

Grog was almost all the way inside baby brother's tight hole. He loved how it massaged and hugged his thick long green cock as it slowly slid in and out of it. Antos relaxed his throat muscles as best he can, then plunged forward and took Krull's head into his throat. It scratched his throat. He hoped that the good amount of precum flowing out of the big piss slit would help make it feel more comfy by coating his throat.

Slowly allowing their baby brother time to get used to their green Orc cocks, the two teens worked them all the way inside the 10-year-old's throat and butt hole. Once the white boy was trapped between the two Orc cocks stuffed to the hilt front and back, they stopped for a second, then started to work them in unison with slow measured moves. Grog pulled his huge meat out of Antos, taking the boy back with him and pulling him off Krull's cock. Krull pushed forward to slide his cock back inside that warm, moist sucking cavern and pushed the boy to impale himself on the cock in his butt. Back and forth went Antos, when one boy pushed he was propeled on the other cock, when they pulled he was left with just their heads in his mouth and butt.

Grog's wicked head was doing things to his prostrate that even both of his Ebon brothers cocks inside him at once did not do. He couldn't explain in words the feelings he got as that ridged and bumpy head was doing to him, all he knew was that every time it rubbed over his prostrate it sent lightning bolts all over his body, from his toes to the tips of his hair, he felt the bolts traverse every part of his body inside and out. If he could he would be moaning, groaning, begging for them to fuck him faster. He started pushing his butt towards Grog's cock, while pulling Krulls butt cheeks forward so he could get all of that green boy cock inside his mouth and throat. Both Orc boys increased their speed, still in coordinated measured dance of pleasure.

Gerk enjoyed sucking his first Human boy cock. He could take it all inside his mouth and throat, it was so soft and silky, while at the same time hard and tasty. He slid his tongue out of his mouth and with the help of his hand slid the white boy's droping ball sack into his mouth also. He revelled in their smooth texture, so different than his big brothers, so soft, so hairless, so delicious. He knew he was hooked sucking on Human and Elf boy cocks and balls.

Grog wanted to shoot his seed. He felt his big balls tighten and knew he was close. He picked up speed to where both boys were ramming their cocks in and out of the openings that were welcoming their hard engorged boy cocks.

With a wild growl he rammed all ten inches (25 cm) of his thick Orc teen cock inside his baby brother and unloaded with a massive explosion of yellowish Orc cum. Krull also with a loud howl stuffed his nine incher (22.5 cm) all the way inside, he felr the pretty bow lips wrapped at the base of his cock. He erupted with volcanic proportions into the eager mouth and throat. Antos also erupted with his second wet load of his young life into Grek's mouth. The boys just collapsed on the mats, cocks still stuffed where they were. Clapping, hoots and jeers roused them from their revery.

"So baby brother, how did you like having sex with your Orc brothers?" asked Grog, pulling his spent soft cock out of the open hole. Krull pulled his cock out of the mouth, where he would have loved to keep his cock in all the time.

"When can we do it again? This time with Krull breeding me and you feeding me?" asked the imp with an ear to ear grin.

"You're a lil sex maniac, you know that," said Grog running his fingers through the soft long blond hair.

"Don't blame me, they showed me how much fun boy sex is, it's their fault," he said poiting at his Ebon brothers, he was still grining.

The boys went down to the creek to wash up, play, swim and relax. Also to make plans how to foil their father's plans to have them as his permanent sex toys, to be used and abused by him whenever he wanted to.

Next morning the doc brought Gar back to the barn, and Mr. Big got there with the boy's breakfast. He kept giving Antos looks of hate and pure lust.

"Now Mr. Big, you must remember after a boy goes thru the procedure, he is not supposed to be used anally for at least 24 hours, or everything is ruined," said the Slant-eye doc.

"Fine I'll remember, we need to discuss price since I decided to have all eight boys go through the procedure," he said, as both adults went towards the store and living quarters behind it.

The eight naked boys finished their breakfast, one of them took the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. The rest headed for their secret loot cave. Inside the cave the boys looked at all the loot Antos had acquired in his last foray into the freehold territory.

"You got furnishing also this time, why? Where are we going to sell them?" Egrim asked.

"Egrim, we have enough money now to buy and pay the fees for the empty store a couple of houses from our barn. I thought maybe you and Grog could run it, while Amir and Salim help papa in his store," Antos replied.

"Baby brother has a good idea, there are always new runaway slaves making their way to Freedom, some remain here others only pass through. The ones that remain, build houses with the help of other residents, they can always use furnishing," said Grog.

"Egrim, now that we have more brothers you can pick which ones you want to help you in your store. It's a plain style but well made with quality wood. I want to check the drawers of the fancy ones those are the ones that were in their temples," the half Elf continued.

"You did not look in them before you sent them here?" Amir asked.

"I did not check any of the furniture inside, did not have the time, just made sure it was in good condition and nothing was broken," Antos answered.

"Wow, we could find all sorts of things inside then," Gerk said excited.

"Brothers, I think all the stuff we used to sell papa, we can just give to him, no charge. He does have a much bigger family now to feed and look after. Besides we will still make more than enough money from the other stuff."

They sent Amir, Krull and Gar to get two wagons and horses so they could get the stuff they would sell to the shops in the village. The rest started sorting things that were not inside the furniture. When the boys with the wagons got there they started loading the stuff for Freedom. Once those wagons were loaded Egrim and Grog went back to the village to sell their loot. The other boys continued sorting stuff and put them in different piles for various buyers traveling with the trade caravans. They got so involved in sorting all that neat stuff, they forgot the time and it was not until Egrim came back with the wagon telling them to pile in or they would be late for supper, that they realized they spent all day in the cave and they were not completly done yet.

After supper they went back to their loft and waited for Mr. Big to show up and see which one of them was going to get bred with vengance tonight and then get fixed up by the doc. They counted the money they made selling this batch of goods, added it to what they had. Egrim told Antos that Mr. Ramrodencu the cobler loved their pelts and skins and leather, saying it was the best for fancy shoes and boots that he sells to the passing trade caravans.

Their father arrived, climbed up to the loft and smiled while looking at all the naked boys one by one, noticing the look of fear and dread on the boy's faces as he looked them over. All except one, he had a look of defiance in his blue green eyes. Mr. Big decided tonight he was going to rip that little shit in half, then have doc make him a permanent virgin, so he could hear him holler and beg everytime he bred him.

"Tonight it's your turn, my cocky half Elven pussy boy. Papa is gonna breed you like you've never been bred before, he's gonna make you scream, wail, cry and beg papa for mercy, but before papa is done with you, he will have you begging for papa to fuck you harder, faster to rip your snotty lil boy pussy to shreds," he said and laughed a deep rich scary laugh.

Antos got on his hands and knees, spreaded his legs wide, said a prayer hoping he would survive the savage attack on his boy hole. Mr. Big licked his lips, tonight he was going to teach this toy who the master of the house was. He would breed him more brutally than he had ever bred any boy before. He got on his knees behind the boy, lifted his cute white butt so it's lined up with his enormous snake and without any preliminaries rammed his thick Ebon 16 2/3" (42 cm) all the way inside.

The 10-year-old white boy hollered at the top of his lungs. He felt like being split in half, that if the big man wanted, all he had to do was to pull his legs farther apart and he would break like the wishbone of a chicken. Mr. Big grabbed the boy firmly by his waist and started to fuck his rebelious toy as brutally as he could, pulling his thick snake out and then ramming it in full force till his wide and thick bush of cock hairs were not only scratching the boys butt, but trying to enter his hole together with the snake. He never slowed down, just kept pounding the boy with fast violent thrusts, over and over again, all the way out, all the way in. Antos screamed, wailed, it felt like his insides were being ripped out of his boy hole everytime his father pulled his snake out of his hole, just to have them brutally shoved back in when the snake was rammed deep inside ripping his boy hole and everything inside to shreds.

Mr. Big raped the boy for a good 15 minutes then with one more violent shove and a deep growl sent his snake as deep into the boy as he could get it. He shot a huge load of thick, creamy cum, that mixed with the boy's blood as it made its way into the stomach.

Antos cried non stop. He had never been in so much pain in his entire life, his hole felt like a herd of horses stampeded through it, his insides felt like they have been ripped, squished and totaly rearranged. He felt his father's cum in his throat trying to come up from his over full stomach. He hoped the big man was done with him and got him dragged to be screwed by the doc. No such luck little one, his father had other plans for his only white boy, he was gonna make the boy beg for papa to breed him, to fill him with his seed.

Without removing his still hard snake from the boy pussy, he lowered the boy and himself to a prone position on the floor of the loft. Then he started his slow measured breeding of the boy aagain, moving his hips to maximize the stimulation of the boy's prostrate. This time he did not pull out all the way, just until the head remained in the still tight confines of the bloody ravaged boy pussy. He knew he could last at least a half hour breeding the boy like that, he also knew that before he cummed again, the boy would be begging for papa to fuck his boy pussy, to use it when he wanted to. He nibbled on the boy's ears, the back of his neck as he continued his seductive breeding to tear down the boys resistance. The boy's crying was turned into sobs, he was still in pain, but the slow measured fucking was startin to have its effect on his prostrate. He wondered why papa couldn't breed them like this all the time. He knew he'd be more then willing to do whatever his father wanted if he just didn't rape him so hard. Sobs turned to whispered moans. The way papa's snake is sliding in, and sliding out, gently moving inside him was soothing the pain in his ripped boy hole. His moans became louder, he pushed his butt to meet papa's snake trying to match papa's tempo.

Mr. Big smiled. He had won a partial victory over the boy, but he wanted the boy to beg him to fuck his pussy, to scream how he loved papa's huge snake in his little boy pussy. He whispered in his toy's ears.

"You love having papa breed your lil boy pussy, don't you my pussy boy."

He nibbled on the boy's ear lobes and the pointy part of the elven ears, eliciting a soft drawn out moan.

"Yes, papa."

'Good,' thought Mr. Big, 'I am not going to force this one say it out loud. I will take my time breeding the boy, make him scream it out on his own, and he will.'

The big black man picked ups his pace a little bit, to bring more pleasure to his new converted boy sex slave. Antos felt so good after the brutal rape, he couldn't help to moan, sigh, push his butt to meet papa's huge Ebon snake as it slid deep inside him, filling him, stuffing his tummy, he felt it reach his ribs. While his father kept whispering in his ear what a nice boy pussy he has and that he will be papa's favorite pussy boy.

Antos might be enjoying the sex Mr. Big gave him, but he was a smart boy and a sherham, so he read the man's mind while the measured breeding went on. He smiled, not from the breeding but from what he learned in his rapist's mind, memories and heart. He knew they could beat their step-father and have him out of their lives forever. It would take carefull planning and the help of others, but it could be done. He also found out what papa expected to hear from him to be certain he was his willing pussy boy.

'Oh yes papa, you will get what you want, so you can believe you beat me, but you didn't and never will.'

Softly at first the boy started to moan, "Yes papa, breed my boy pussy, fill me with your seed," building up in volume.

"UUUURRRRGGGGHHH Yeah, push it in deeper papa, breed me deep, wann all of your papa snake in me."

He reached behind himself and tried to pry his butt cheeks apart to give his step-father better access to deep fuck him.

"Fuuuuuuuuck me papa, shove your beautiful papa snake in my pussy, ram it hard papa, fuck me goooooooooood. Pleeeeeeeae papa, fill me with your papa seed, breed me, fuck me yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The boy's moans, groans and pleas were music to the sadistic man, he had conquered the unconquerable. He picked up his pace, not the brutal one, but one fast enough to make him fill his newest willing fuck toy. Oh, he was so going to enjoy fucking this boy when he was a virgin like the rest of them will be, he would start slow with this one, and then once the boy is begging he will fuck him brutally, violently until the boy was screaming in pain and pleasure. He continued to pound the moaning, trashing boy for another ten minutes. Wth a "AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH papa is gonna fill your pussy with his seed my pretty fuck toy," he sent another big load from his orange sized balls deep into the boy's bowels, filling his tummy with more cum than it could probably hold. With a big smile on his face he got up from the little boy still prone on the floor.

"Grog, take Antos to the doctor, he has a procedure to perform. Krull get your Orc slave mouth over here and clean my cock," he ordered.

Grog carried a worn out Antos to the doctor. He was not sure if they all lost and now were fucked forever or what, until Antos whispered in his ear.

"We can beat him, we can. I just need to find some allies and then he will be our slave."

He rested his head on big brother's shoulder and went to sleep. He did not remember being put on the doc's table nor the painfull procedure.

He woke up in a haze. It was still night time, but morning was not to far away. He started to mull over what he found in papa's mind. Mr. Big was not very smart. He was not an idiot, but all the boys were smarter than him. He used his brute strenght, power and threats to conquer his fuck toys, he was good at putting up appearances for the other adults as a loving caring man. He was not a very good business man, either Grog or Egrim could be making a lot more money with the store then he was. The people that were supposed to take care of Grog and their new Orc brothers were part of the smugglers, so that was taken care off. His family was no longer in danger from that source. His father had no resistance whatsoever to magic, the boy could control his mind without having to touch him, just being near him would do. He could manipulate the man's mind. Yes, they have a way out, but Antos wanted to make the man suffer, just like all the boys have suffered and would continue to suffer under his control. He wanted to humiliate the man in front of the whole village. Let mama see Mr. Big for what he was, a cruel vengeful man who took great pleasure in physically and sexually abusing boys, bending them to his will until they were his frightened willing fuck toys.

Slowly he got up from the cot he was laying on, made it outside, went to the creek to wash up and talk with his animal and bird friends. He needed them to find the roving Orc clan of the Grey Wolf. Those people could be his best allies in his plan to destroy Mr. Big. From some of the memories he picked up from papa's head, he knew the man raped and killed two young Orc boys who belonged to that clan. His animal and bird friends would pass his quest to others, together they will find this Orc clan, he just hoped it's soon.

He returned to their loft and spooned against Grog's back, going back to sleep.

That night Grog got to meet the doctor, next night it was Egrim's turn. Strangely, for some reason, papa took it easy on the boys, until he had them moaning and begging him to breed them hard, then he would pound them but none as brutally as he did Antos.

The evening of the day Egrim got to meet the doc, a hawk came to Antos and let him know the location of the Orc clan. It was a day and a half flight from Freedom. Another thing that the boy had read in papa's mind was that he intended to supposedly take the doctor to a town where he could catch a caravan to Spectrum. His excuse would be that the roads were a dangerous place for a lone traveler, his intent was however to kill the doc on the way, take the money he paid the man, rob him of any valuables and then bury him.

That night after Mr. Big fucked Egrim silly, Antos volunteered to lick and suck papa's snake clean. While doing that he gave him an idea to dispose of the Slant-eye man near Lake Deguarre about two days ride from the village. What the man never found out until it was to late, was that the Orc clan was situated on the other side of that lake.

Next morning after saying good bye to mama, his sisters and brothers Antos left to continue his crusade against the Holylighters. He rode out of town in the direction of the freeholds. In his cave he took care of his horse, and then became a falcon and flew towards his destination, the Orc camp. Since he had never relocated in animal or bird form, he tried doing small jumps here and there. By nightfall he had reached the lake and could see the fires of the Orc camp. He found a good spot, changed back to a half elven boy went to sleep. He figured if he woke up early he could be at the camp as they were waking up. He did not want them fully awake if there was to be a confrontation, Orc shammans were a lot more powerfull then the weak Holylight priests and Arch-priests. One more of his brothers was undergoing the procedure as he went to sleep, three more left, then either next morning or the morning after Mr. Big would head out to Lake Deguarre to kill Doctor Soon Tze.

Early morning he changed into a black wolf and made it to the village. Imagine his surprise when he entered it as a naked little boy, to be greeted by the clan chief, clan war chief and the main shamman.

"Welcome to our humble camp, half elven Sherhram," said the old Shamman.

Before the boy could utter a word the clan chief speak.

"I Gormak clan chief of the Grey Wolf clan welcome our illustrious visitor into our midst." Then the three of them bow to the white boy. Shocked was an understatement. The boy also bowed, gathering his wits about him he replied.

"Clan Chief Gormak, Illustrious Shamman, Clan War Chief, you honor me with your welcome." He bowed at the waist again. "If I may inquire as to how you knew I would be coming to your beautiful village."

"Our clans spirit the great grey wolf came to me in a dream and told me the great half elven Sherhram wanted to see us and to talk," replied the Shamman.

"Please come, we shall take you to our meeting hall. The women will have food and drink waiting there. We can talk there with the whole village present, unless what you have is private," said the clan war chief called Skullcrusher.

"It's not private, it would be an honor to put my request in front all of the brave and courageous clan of the Grey Wolf," the boy replied and followed his hosts to the largest hut in the encampment. He was glad he had read everything he could get his hands on, and the old wizard sure had a big collection of books other then the ones dealing with magic.

They entered the hut, the chiefs and shamman proceeded to take their places in the center of the room. Antos was shown to a seat in front of them, also in the center of the clearing. Women and girls brought food and drink. Once breakfast was cleared the hut started filling with the rest of the clan members. Most of them made it a point to go around the hut to their places just so they can walk past him and look at the half elven Sherhram. Once everybody was present and seated the chief motioned for him to begin.

"Brave and courageous people of the great Clan of the Grey Wolf, I am only a humble half elven boy called Erlhantos, who was blessed by the Gods to be a Sherhram. I have been waging a war against the Holylight Freeholds, because they burned my father's ancestral forrest and killed him and many other Elves, for no other reason that they were Elves. But this is not what I came here for today, I am faced with a much harder task that is my hope that the Wise and powerfull Shammans of the Clan of the Grey Wolf might be able to help me with." he said addressing the Chiefs, Shamman and people of the village.

"My first problem and my biggest corcern is that all three of my adopted Ebon brothers are addicted to Orc seed ingested orally. My second problem is the man who forced his Orc slave to addict the boys to Orc seed. He is kinda like my step-father, in that he married the mama of my friends and adopted in heart and soul only brothers." Silence is deafening.

"Let me explain the whole situation from the begging when I first met one of the boys." He told them of meeting and rescuing Amir, going to the village of Freedom with him, being taken in by mama Esmira, and the rest of the sordid story including the procedure that by now five of the boys have undergone, leaving only three more. Mr. Big's plans to kill the doctor on the south side of Lake Deguarre, rob him then drop his body with a heavy rock attached to it in the lake.

"This supposed father of yours is he a huge Ebon man with a magnificent snake that can make even some Orc warriors envious, does he like to rape his boys violently and brutally and sometimes even kill them?" asked a huge warrior that would make Mr. Big look small.

"Yes he does, he calls himself Mr. Big, but a long time ago when he was a slave on a plantation in the emirate of Yarlam he went by Chaka," replied the boy.

"Clan Chief, that is the man who raped then killed my brother and the son of our brave clan war chief," said the warrior. "My brother whispered his name before he died in my arms five moon cycles ago."

"The man we have been searching all along is close by? We must take him and make him pay for his crimes against the clan," screamed Skullcrusher.

"War chief Skullcrusher, if the clan would decend on Freedom, many lives would be lost on both sides, there is no need for useless bloodshed. If you will allow me I have a plan where not only your clan but all my brothers and me can get payment for the crimes he has commited against all of us," said Antos, hoping to avoid bloodshed.

"First I must ask the great Shamman if there is any cure to addiction to Orc seed injected orally, this is very important to me, because my adopted brothers are suffering from it and Mr. Big uses that as a threat to keep me inline."

"Yes, Sherhram, there is, there is a special brew that has to be made and drunk fresh, it takes three doses to cure a person so addicted. Also once the person goes through the cure they cannot be addicted to Orc seed ever again. I will give you the recipe for the cure later in my hut," answered the Shamman. "The ingridients can be dried, in fact it's best they are dried, but the potion has to be consumed after it's brewed."

"So what is your plan, Sherhram." asked the war chief.

Antos detailed his plan of getting Mr. Big addicted to Orc seed, then once they made him pay for what he has done to them, and make sure he is banned from Freedom, he personally would return the man to the clan to do with as they please. The shamman informed him that there is also another addiction to Orc seed, that one has no cure. It was the anal injection of seed and could only be done with the proper incantations and spells performed by a knowledgeble Shamman, and he knew those spells. The two chiefs, the warrior whose brother Mr. Big raped and killed, thee Shamman and the half elven boy retired to the clan chief's hut to discuss the details of their collective revenge on the hated man. Later in the Shamman's hut, the man gave him the recipe and asked:

"Sherhram, does any of the Orc boys who are your brothers know anything about magic or potions?"

"Yes, there is. Grog has many great potions and salves to help us with the pain and healing after papa's brutal rapes," Antos told him.

"Tell Grog to make this potion in secret, so your papa does not know about it, and let him believe that the Ebon boys are still addicted to Orc seed," the Shamman instructed him.

"My young Sherhram, do you know what you really are?" he continued.

"From what I've read in an old elven book, Sherhram is a child born in a time of great need, he is given powers by the Gods to help him overcome the enemies of the Gods themselves."

"You are right that a Sherhram is a child born in a time of great need, you are wrong in the rest. Let me explain to you what it really means to be who you are," he said.

"A Sherhram is infused with the essence and power of the Gods themselves. With you being a half Elf means you are infused with the essence and power of both the Elven and Human Gods. That makes you the most powerfull Sherhram to have ever walked the earth. Also you cannot be killed in combat, poisons have no effect on you, spells no matter how powerfull simply bounce of you and affect the caster. You cannot get addicted to any drugs or seed. The only thing you can get addicted to is lust for power and that is the most dangerous addiction of all." He stopped to rest.

"What about boy sex games?" asked the boy turning a few shades of red.

"To that, my young one, I think everybody can get addicted to even the Gods themselves," the shamman laughed.

"Let me ask you this, do you enjoy your power? Do you crave more of it?" he asked.

"Wise Shamman, I do not yet understand the full potential of my power, a lot of times it scares me. I only use it to do what I need to do to rid the world of the Holylighters, to make sure my adopted family is safe and not harmed to much by our brutal papa. I am an Elf, therefore good with a bow, used to hunt, fair with a sword and knife. I do not crave more power, what I have is more then enough to do the job of avenging my fathers death," the boy replied.

"Good, very good, I see you will use your power wisely and for good rather then to achieve more power for yourself."

Shortly after the sun was at it's zenith, Antos relocated himself to the last village he looted. It seemed nobody had been there, the stench of death and decaying corpses filled the air. He went to the temple and searched through the furnishing he had left untouched. After searching various rooms he found a map of the Holylight Freeholds showing the various villages hamlets and most importantly the location of the stronghold. It seemed that was the religious center of the cult and was located right in the middle of the freeholds. That would be his last stop, he wanted the Bishop to have no backup, no reserves to call for help. He located a hamlet he felt would be good enough to depopulate for now, while he waited for a message from the Grey Wolf Clan.

As was his custom by now having lived in Freedom, he was naked except for a belt to which was strapped his knife on one side and his arrows on the other, across his back was slung his fathers bow and the short sword. A golden eagled soared from the remains of the village. By night fall he had arrived in the area of the hamlet.

In the morning after the first bells rang, a lone black wolf, sat watching the hamlet come to life. He noticed a richly dressed man about his height and weight, with dirty blond hair that was only shoulder lenght, accompanied with two boys and one girl. The man and his children did not go work the fields, he seemed to be of some importance. Besides the temple and few shops there were twenty normal Holylight residences and one larger one, that could be a town hall and residence. The richly dressed man and his family had gone of that building. A sparrow landed on the roof of the house, one of countless flies made it's way into the larger house.

The boys were twins and were strapped to their chairs studying the magical book, around eight or so they were kinda cute, with brown eyes, light brown hair cut short, a little on the chubby side, with nice little boy titties and big nipples. The girl was helping mother in the kitchen, she was around thirteen, with small breast in the early stages of puberty. Mother was a short portly woman who had a squeeky voice. Father seemed to be the hamlet elder and was busying himself in his office, pretending to be working. He watched the man carefully, studying his every move, gesture, getting every detail of the man's face and body that was visible to him. He would not have to do much as far as illusion goes to pass as the man.

A lone black wolf continued his watching the hamlet, the people working the fields. He wanted to find families with either only one boy or girl. It did not matter if there more of the other, he needed to have at least one bedroom with only one child in it. Another thing in his favor was that the elder and his wife slept in separate bedrooms.

He picked one family with two girls and one boy around twelve or so. A fly watched as the elder got ready for bed, noticing every detail of his naked body. Quietly the elder creeped into the bedroom of the young boy, who as was Holylight use was tied to his bed wearing the standard night shirt with a small woody poking it. Carefully the boy's night shirt was lifted above his head covering his face. Two fingers pinched his nose, his mouth opened to breath only to have the night short stuffed inside it. The boy's eyes were still covered so he couldn't see his assailant. First one leg was loosened and pulled back over the boy's chest and attached to the headboard. The second leg followed suit and the boy laid there with his virgin boy hole in full view, his three incher (7.5 cm) rock hard after eating the holy bread with aphrodisiac in it.

The elder spreaded the boy's butt cheeks and slid his tongue into the virgin hole lubricating it. The tied boy did not fight to escape, he pushed his hole towards the invading tongue. The elder lined up his cock with the hole and slowly inserted all the way into the willing boy. Well not so willing as soon as he felt it was a cock and not a tongue that was sliding inside his hole. The boy tried to wiggle out of of the way, but only helped the elder to insert his cock all the way in.

'Huummmm virgin holes are so tight and warm, they hug a cock so well, so firmly, no wonder Mr. Big prefers his boys to be virgin.'

Quietly the boy lost his virginity. The elder sneaked to the next house and victim.

In the morning there was panic. Four sets of parents found their children been raped, three boys and one girl had been violated mysteriously. The children were taken by the priests for interrogation, being more like a fuck fest since the children will never leave the temple until they will be shipped to the stockade for the bishop to determine their fate. Within the next three days more children were violated, bringing the total to twelve. On the fifth night, the elder's wife woke up as she was being raped. She had been tied securely to her bed, and her night shirt rendered her speechless, but as the perpetrator left the room she managed to shake the gown covering her eyes a little bit. She was shocked to recognize her husband's back.

Their daughter was the next one to be raped, but she didn't see the offender, and then the twin boys, one managed to see his father raping his brother, then he was raped. Next morning the elder and his family didn't show up for service. The village Arch-priest Nadrak sent a guard and a priest to see why they were not at the service.

First they found the wife. She was hysterical. The children were the next to be found, one of the twins told the priest that he saw their father rape his brother and then the man raped him. The guard searched for the elder only to find him in a full tub, with a heavy rock on his chest close to his head, apparently he drowned himself after having been identified by one of his sons. There was panic in the village, but also relief that the rapist has been found. The dead did not have his genitals removed nor was his tongue, so there was no suspicion that it could have been the mysterious killer of Holylighters.

Later in the day the elder's corpse was burned at a stake outside the hamlet's walls. His wife and children of course were taken to the temple for questioning. All three priest and the Arch-priest were having a field day questioning the young people who had been raped. Fifteen children, seven boys and eight girls, for them to take their pleasure with. They never had so many choices or variety at one time. Arch-priest Nadrak forgot to inform the Bishop.

That night all the priests, except the Arch-priest, and all guards were dead, with their tongues removed and replaced by their genitals.

The villagers panicked, some wanted to leave, but the Arch-priest forbade them. Finally he wrote a letter to the Bishop informing him of the attack by the killer, but forgot to mention the victims of the elder's rape. He organized the men into an inefficient militia, so they could continuosly patrol the hamlet. The gates were closed and nobody was allowed in or out.

The next day half the village adults were dead. The children whose parents no longer exist were placed with families with adults still present.

By the next morning the Arch-priest and the children were only ones alive. The man was in panic. He never learned how to look after children. At the academy for priests the only contact they had with children was with the ones that were brought in for trial. Students, accolytes and priests used to have sex with those kids before they were sold to slavers, who frequent the stockade.

Being a fly was nice. One could land on somebody's head and never be noticed, then burrow your way to hide in the hair. The Arch-priest simply put all the boys into one cell of the guard house and the girls into another, all of them naked. He wrote another letter to the Bishop explaining his dilemma and requesting assistance immediatly. The carrier pigeon made a detour and the message was substituted by another, saying they saw the Arch-priest from the first depopulated village make a break on a fast horse.

Around noon a young nineteen or eighteen year old acolyte aproached the gates of the village. He brought in the supplies the Arch-priest had ordered. Bolts of special cloth for making pants and cloth for making night gowns, also a fresh supply of stimulants and depressants. The acolyte's features were comely, with medium lenght blond hair, blue green eyes, sullen disposition common to all acolytes and novices. He was welcomed by the Arch-priest, who was delighted that there was somebody else to help him look after almost three dozen kids ranging in age from five to fourteen years.

They retired to the Arch-priest Nadrak's quarters to discuss what to do with the kids. The acolyte suggested they take them to Kromar half a days ride by wagon and sell them in the slave market there, split the profits and report that the killer even went as far as killing all the children and that Arch-priest barely escaped with his life. Nadrak readily agreed to the solution to his problem. Together they loaded the children in wagons, chained them, then went back inside the temple, so the Arch-priest could write his letter to the Bishop.

The acolyte was the only one to leave the temple. He informed the children that Arch-priest Nadrak would stay behind to await the Bishop's arrival. He checked the wagon with the boys, found one that he likes, a dark haired youth of fourteen summers, with dimples on his cheeks, a nice sized six incher (15 cm) and a bubble butt to die for. He told the boy to drive the wagon with the boys, while he himself drove the one with the girls.

That night they camped near a small river. The kids, still chained, were fed and then one by one were allowed to wash themselves in the river before being chained again in the wagons. Around mid morning they made it to the slave market, where the acolyte sold all the children including the cute one that drove the wagon. He would have liked to keep that one, but he could not afford to have somebody tag along, also he had no place to keep the boy.

Antos returned to the hamlet, buried all the left over bodies, left the heads to decorate the top of the palisade. He looted everything from the place, except religious artifacts, which he burnt in a nice bonfire at the central square. It took him two days to loot and transfer it to their storage area in the cave. He went to sleep in the elder turned rapists bed, it was the cleanest of all.

He was woken in the morning by a blue jay chirping gayly on the window sill. The Clan of the Grey Wolf let him know he could pick up his dear papa when he felt like it. He had just to let the Wolf Spirit of the clan know what night he would get him and they would give the man a small rest period.

Antos washed himself and 'dressed' in the by now usual belt with the knife and arrow holder. His father's bow and his short sword slung across his back. He grabbed something to eat, then went to the stables. A good thing he had not released the horses to the wilds. The boy picked two, one for himself and the biggest one he could find for dear ole papa, then set the rest of them free.

He planned an escape from the Orc camp with papa. If he went around Lake Deguarre on the east side, it would only take them two days to get home, but if went around the west side, then they should get home on the morning of the fourth day and Mr. Big would have been in pain for at least a couple of hours by then. He calmed the horses, then put a protective bubble around them all and relocated to a spot not far from the camp on the west side of the lake.

A black wolf wandered into the Orc camp. The children played with him, fed him. He spotted where the prisoner was kept and left the camp. A squirel sat on a branch of a tree overlooking the camp with a good view of the prisoner. Mr. Big was bent over a big log, his muscular legs were spread out as far as they went and were tied to stakes pounded into the ground. There was a thick pole holding his neck up so his head was raised, his arms were pulled back and tied to a log, helping to keep his head up. The squirel watched as male Orcs of any age approached the prisoner and raped him either up the butt or force their cocks in his mouth. Females either spat on him or as one of them did whacked both his butt cheeks with a warm iron skillet getting a howl of pain from the man. Some of the younger Orc boys without seed climbed on the log, then stood on the prisoners back and pissed all over him. Some people just hit his butt with whatever they had in their hands at the time, all of them laughing and jeering at him.

Did the squirrel heard right, did a few low voiced sounds of begging escaped the cruel man's lips?

After everybody had eaten, Mr. Big was fed what ever was left. He couldn't feed himself, thus a boy was assigned the task of feeding him. He just shoved the food in his mouth, barely giving the man a chance to chew what he had before shoving another load of food in. Once he was done feeding the tied man, he pushed his nice hard cock into the man's mouth and pissed to help wash down the food.

The squirrel loved every minute of this. The prisoner was raped practically non stop during the whole day, the only breaks he had was when the Orcs were eating.

Towards sunset a black wolf met with an etheral grey wolf and they communicated.

Night time fell over the lake, guards were posted around the camp, but before they went on duty they seek relief in the prisoner's mouth or butt. With every guard change the guards going on duty and then the ones going off duty fed the huge Ebon male with their addicting Orc cum from both ends.

After the last guard change a lone naked half Elven boy sneaked into the compound, unseen by the guards. He approached the prisoner, put his hand over the man's ravaged mouth, cum, piss and blood were dripping from it. Then he whispered in the man's ear.

"Papa, be very quiet, I'm here to get you out and back home to mama. As soon as I cut the ropes, get on the ground and crawl after me, we cannot stand up while in camp."

The boy deftly cut the bonds, helped the ravaged and spent man to the ground and led him out of the camp, by crawling around the posted guards.

Once they were away from the camp, the boy helped the man on unsteady feet. He carefully led the man to where his horses were hidden and tied. The man stank of piss, cum, shit, sweat, and he was covered in all of them practically from head to toe. The boy had to use some magic to get his huge father on the horse, since neither was strong enough to lift the man on the horse.

Slowly and quietly they rode away from the camp. When the sun starts rising in the morning the boy stopped the horses, dismounted, removed the cloth covering he had on the hoofs to muffle the sound and also to leave less tracks for the enemy to follow. Then he tied his father's feet under the horse. He told the man to just lean forward, because they were going to make a break for it. Two horses gallopped around the west edge of Lake Deguarre. When the sun hits its zenith, the boy found a well hidden cove and helped the broken man down of the horse and then into the cool waters of the lake. Here he gently he washed the man, including sliding his finger in the man's now permanently virgin butt hole. The Orcs must have liked the idea of having their cum bucket slave to be virgin forever. Antos was sure his Orc brothers were going to love breeding their papa's virgin hole, just like he bred all his toys. In all that time the man had not said a word, just an occasional groan of pain or discomfort. Once papa was all washed and didn't smell like shit, his son helped him back to the low bank where he slowly and gently fed him some rations he stole from the hamlet. He brought him some fresh cool water from the lake to wash down the food.

"How did you know where I was? Were you involved in this?" asked the man in more of hoarse groan then voice.

"I have had my animal and bird friends watch my entire adopted family after you married mama. I did not trust you not to kill my brothers. They were the ones that informed me that you and the Doctor Soon Tze had been captured by a roving band of Orcs. I rode here as fast as I could to try and rescue you. I knew the Orcs took the doc to the nearest town," the boy replied. "We need to mount up again papa, they will send search parties after us, they do not like to have their prisoners or slaves stolen from under their noses," added the boy rising to his feet, putting away the remains of the food and helping the weakened man to mount.

They rode at a fast clip the rest of the day. Towards nightfall the boy stopped the horses in a copse of trees. The man waited while the boy searched for a safe place to make camp and sleep. He found a well hidden cove near the water. He didn't like the fact that they had the lake at their back, but since he knew he was allowed to bring papa home, so the boys could have their revenge, he was not worried. He knew the Orcs would make an effort to find them, passing close to them, but never finding them. It was just to keep papa on his toes and scared. He went back to where he left the horses and the man and led them to their hideout. They lighted no fires, ate dried food.

Once they were done, the boy packed everything, saying they might had to make a break for it during the night and he wanted to be ready to run at a moments notice. He spreaded a blanket for papa to sleep on. Then decided to play the part of a willing sex toy whose sole purpose in life was to please his papa sexually.

"Papa, will it be alright if I suck on your tasty Ebon papa snake? I missed it so, can I drink your tasty thick creamy seed, I really need it papa." The 10-year-old boy gave his father his best pleading look.

"Go ahead, my cocky pussy boy, suck your papa's seed, bury your face and lips in papa's cock hairs. Papa does not have enough strenght to face fuck like he knows you like, so you will have to do it youself," rasped the man with a small smile on his face. 'Well, well, guess I really beat this little shit into submission, once I get my strenght back I'm gonna pound his virgin white butt just like it was pounded the day he got the procedure, but in reverse,' thought the happy man.

The naked boy laid on his papas thick muscular legs, stroked the man's huge Ebon snake until it was hard as it got, then ran his tongue sensually over the huge dark purple head, lapped the precum greadily. He swallowed the big wide head into his mouth, savored the silky feel of the foreskin, using his hands to pull the skin back, ran his tongue all over the head, enjoying the smooth feel of the huge head, slid his tongue into the piss slit lapping the pre-cum oozing out of it, sucking it all down his throat. He pushed his face downwards and took at least half of papa's thick snake down his throat. His tongue was pressed to the bottom of his mouth so it was useless, but his throat muscles stimulated the giant snake slithering down his streched throat. He worked up and down on the cock in his mouth, every downward slide he took more of the big snake. He played with the man's orange sized balls, pulling them, squeezing, rubbing, massaging.

The man had his massive arm covering his mouth so as not to moan and bring the enemy down on them. He didnot want to go back to the Orc camp, the degredation he suffered there was unbearable. It was their luck that they captured him when he was busy attempting to kill the doctor, their Shamman did some sort of spell and he could not move, his arm raised with the knife ready to strike the Slant-eye in the back. The warriors relieved him of his knife and clothes, then tied his hands and dragged him behind their horses to the village. Once in their village he was tied to a pole and whipped for a long time both front and back. Afterwards he was dragged and tied across the log, his home until the half Elf rescued him. A huge warrior that made him look small in comparison approached him and let him know that one of the Orc boys he had raped and then left to die, had been his little brother, another warrior - the clans war chief - told him that the other Orc boy he had raped and killed had been his son.

When the two warriors took off their clothes, and he saw the size of their cocks he started begging, claiming it was not him, that he had never been in that part of Tarkonia. Unfortunately for him he did mention where it had been and the warriors had not, so his fate was sealed. When the giant Orc warrior got his tree trunk hard, Mr. Big figured he was dead, he had never in his life seen a cock bigger then his snake, and the one in front of his face made his look like the half Elf's compared to Grog's.

Then the war chief showed him the tree that was going to be rammed in his ass, he almost died of fright on the spot, it was as long as the other one and just slightly thinner but still much thicker than his own Ebon snake. Once the two Orcs were in position, without any preliminaries, the war chief shoved his tree up his butt, his howl at the invasion was silenced by another tree trunk shoved down his throat in one hard brutal move. He gagged, could not breathe, he felt his jaw being ripped, his hole was now a volcano crater. When he thought he was going to suffocate the trees in his mouth and ass were pulled out with such force he figured his insides had been pulled out by the one in his ass and his throat and tongue would be removed by the other trunk. They pounded him back and forth with no mercy, no let up, ripping him, shredding his insides and mouth. He passed out, only to be roused by a stinging lash of a whip across his back. He was not sure how long they ravaged and destroyed his hole and mouth. He did know he received at least two stinging lashes across his back during the ordeal. He remembered when they erupted with their enormous loads of yellowish Orc cum, he must have passed out before they were done. The next thing he remembered he was laying on a cold table, no bonds on his hands or feet, but he could not move a muscle.

The clan Shamman was sitting in the room.

"You have rested for twenty four hours, the nice doctor performed two procedures on you, one to make you always virgin, the other to allow your jaw to strech wide enough to take any Orc cock that is fed to you without dislocating or ripping it. Wasn't that nice of him. Now our most hated enemy, you will be taken back out where any male can have his way with you. The war chief and the clan chief will be the first to use you. Also as a present and a way to make sure you do not try to escape I will help you to be addicted to Orc seed, not only when taken orally but also when taken up your virgin butt hole. The second procedure can only be done with special ceremonies that I have to perform. Aren't you happy to be our cum bucket slave?"

If he could have talked or move, he would have ripped that shamman to shreds, but he was magically secured and silenced. Two burly Orc warriors came and dragged his body back to the log that would become his home for how many days he does not remember. Everything was a blur, the brutal rape by the war chief in his mouth, the gut wrenching and ass ripping rape of the clan chief, whose cock must be the same size as his stalions if not longer. The humiliation of having barely past puberty Orc boys use him as a cum dump, while calling him all sorts of degrading names. The younger ones pissing in his mouth and ass, or climbing on his back and pissing all over his body. The women and girls hitting him with hot frying pans, or whatever cooking implements they happen to have handy. Being repeatedly told that he was nothing more then a cum, piss dump slave of the Grey Wolf Clan.

Unfortunatly his ordeal did not teach him a lesson to be nicer with his fuck toys, it only made him more determined to start them off slowly untill they were begging for his snake and then to rape them as brutally as he had been by the Orcs. His first victim was going to be Gar, the boy whose virgin hole he did not get a chance to properly breed.

He bit his arm to prevent from screaming as his rescuer and most hated fuck toy brought him to a mind shattering orgasm. He felt asleep thinking how he was going to make all his virgin fuck toys crawl and beg their papa to breed them, to feed them his Ebon snake.

During the night he was woken a few times with his fuck toy's hand over his mouth, as they heard the Orcs searching nearby for them. He was thankfull to the boy for knowing the forests and how to hide. He just might let the boy breed one of the younger Orc slaves as a form of thanks.

After an early dry breafast they were off again, going north around the west side of lake Deguarre. They ate their lunch on horseback and towards nightfall they stopped in a cave the boy had found. It was big enough for the horses and there was fresh water. The Elven boy had gone out hunting and caught a couple rabbits, which he cooked over a small fire in the back of the cave. The man was regaining his strenght and the freshly caught cooked meal did wonders for his physical recuperation. They passed the night in peace. A good night sleep helped the man, he felt fresh and rested after his ordeal. They finished the remains of last nights dinner and again set out at a fast pace towards home. That night they camped in a cave behind a waterfall at the north end of the lake. Freedom is only a few hours away, but the horses and they were tired and needed the rest. They had to make a run for it, when they had been spotted by Orc patrols, but the boy used magic to confuse the trail for the Orcs once they were out of sight.

Around four in the morning Mr. Big woke up hollering like all the demons in the nine hells were after him. He was writhing and trashing in pain. His insides were burning up with the fires of the Abyss, his mouth was dry, his hole was spasming also burning with an unquenchable fire. The boy silenced the man with a spell to protect them from the roving bands of Orcs. He took a cloth, wetted it with cool water and wiped papa's sweat, repeating something soothing softly over and over again.

The man didn't understand what was being said, he was delirious, he needed Orc cum from his fuck slaves. Damn he hated those Orcs. It was bad enough he had to drink their shitty tasting cum, but he would be forced to let his Orc slaves breed him. His escape did not lessen his humiliation, it only worsened it. He was now dependent on the Orc boys for his supply of Orc cum in both his holes.

At the approach of sun-up, the boy magically lifted the man and laid him across the saddle, then tied him down so he would not fall. He had to calm down the horse that was skitish due to the trashing man accross its back. They set out for home. Somebody saw their approach and called mama Esmira. Antos took the man to the boy's barn.

"Antos, what happened? weren't you out at the freeholds?" she asked all worried seeing her poor husband tied across the horse's back.

"Mama, I was at the freeholds, but my friends from the forest let me know papa and the doc got captured by a band of vicious Orcs. I left the freeholds and rode as fast as I could to try and rescue papa. Found him being beaten and degraded by the Orcs, during the night I stole into their camp and got him out. Early this morning he got sick, so we rode here as fast as we could." he said while hugging his mama. "Grog, guys get papa off the horse, then get up to the loft and I'll move him there using magic. Grog also get your Orcish medicines ready, I'm not sure what papa got but since he was in an Orc camp your salves should help him with his pain."

"Mama don't worry we will take good care of papa, could you make him some strong tea and put some firewater in it, please, Salim will bring it here." he asked mama.

He moved the trashing body of Mr. Big up to the loft where the other boys directed it to a mat with straw under it. He lowered the body on the mat and released the silence spell. Mr. Big howled and hollered with all his might. Esmira was taken aback at the sound.

"Mama, I had to put a silence spell on him or the Orcs would have found us and we both would be their prisoners by now. So please mama, go back home and brew the tea for papa, we will take care of him. I'm sure big brother has something in his bag of medications that will help papa."

Esmira beated a hasty retreat, Salim followed her to bring the tea for papa and food for Antos. They closed and bolted the barn doors, leaving a side door unlocked so Salim could get back in. Mr. Big was in horrible pain. 'Damn those Orc, how I'm going to tell my fuck toy Orc slaves that I need their seed in both my holes,' he thought.

"You Orc bastards, you know what I need, feed me your fucking Orc cum in both my holes, do it quick you bastards," he screamed between spams and pain racking his body.

"Now, now papa, it's not nice to call your sons such names, specially since you are so desperate for their Orc seed. You should learn some manners and ask your sons nicely to provide you with their tasty delicious cum, to breed you hard and brutally just like you like to breed us, to ram their sweet tasting cocks down your throat making you choke on them," said Antos with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"They are my fucking slaves, I have papers of ownership on all of them. I can call them what I want and order them around," he stammered amid agonizing howls of pain and torture.

"Oh my, I do think it is illegal to put a slave in charge of freemen, then to have said slave rape freemen. If a slave rapes a freeman or freewoman he is put to death. Wonder what the penalty would be for a master who orders a slave to addict freemen to Orc seed, to brutally rape them repeatedly, who puts a slave in charge of freemen and tells them the slave is like their papa when he is not around. I think I will ask the mayor he should know," continued Antos enjoying the torture his papa was going thru while being deprived of Orc seed.

"You bastard, I will kill you as soon as I get these slaves to give their seed," he hollered.

"Now, now papa, I was going to wait until you got better before asking the mayor about the laws, but I guess I will go now and see what he has to say on the matter. Guys, don't feed him your seed until I get back with the mayor." He turned around to go down the ladder from the loft.

Mr. Big hated that fucking smart ass lil half Elf. Most of all he hated the fact that he was under the bastards control and he knew it.

"Stop you little shit, what do you want from me?"

"Well like I said earlier, you should be nicer to your Orc sons or slaves, after all your life depends on them feeding you their seed. You could start as a way of apology, by crawling to them kissing their feet and asking them real nice like, to please honor your worthless hide by feeding and breeding you until all four of them filled both of your worthless holes with their life giving seed," said the 10-year-old boy with a smirk. "Oh, maybe in your situation it's hard for you to crawl, so how about the boys come to you and you can worship their feet, while asking them to give you their most delicious seed."

He made the man kiss and lick the feet of all four Orc slave boys, while begging them to breed him and to feed him their Orc seed. He knew the man will try and kill him the first chance he got, but he also knew that as long as Mr. Big owned the Orcs, he had him by his big balls. He then had the two youngest breed and feed the man, once they shot their loads, he had them change places and do it again. Then it was time for Grog and Krull to get revenge on their master. Grog had quite a few years of pent up rage and hatred for his cruel master, he sure was going to enjoy humiliating the man.

Krull took his position in front of his master who was bent over a bale of hay. He rubbed his cock head over the man's face coating it with his pre-cum. Grog got behind his tormentor, spreaded the man's legs and butt crack, rubbed the head of his green cock a few times over the virgin hole. Following master's example rammed all thick ten inches (25 cm) of Orc cock up the virgin butt.

Mr. Big's scream was silenced as he was propelled forward onto Krull's waiting nine incher (22.5 cm), he was stuffed with both teen Orc cocks. But then, after the cocks he had to service at the Orc camp, these were just boy cocks, still there was great pain as his pucker felt like it was being ripped to shreds and his throat was being roughly scratched raw from the inside. For a change instead of continuing the brutal assault on the man, the boys started to breed him in a slow measured fuck. Allowing him time to savor every inch of their teen Orc cocks as they enter and withdraw from his mouth and butt hole. Grog made sure his bumpy and ridged head stimulated his master's prostrate to the max, sending shivers up and down the man's spine. Krull let his master suck and lick his flowing pre-cum as he rubbed his cock head in the moist warm cavernous mouth, before sliding it back down the man's throat. The teens continued their sensual dance of green cocks and Ebon holes for a good twenty minutes. Mr. Big shaked and spasmed more violently than before and flooded the loft floor with a huge explosion of thick, creamy white seed. Propelling both teens to unload their loads in the man's butt and mouth with growls and howls of satisfaction. They separated, Mr. Big was breathing heavily, his head was dizzy, his stomach was flooded with Orc boy cum. He went through the last stages of withdrawl having been satisfied.

"Grog, do you think Mr. Big has had enough Orc cum to satisfy his need for it?" asked Antos gently rubbing the sweat of the mans back with a moist cloth.

"Lets wait for a few minutes and see. If he continues to experience pain and shake violently then he will need more, if he calms down and goes to sleep, then he is fine," says the eldest of the eight naked boys.

The boys helped the still unsteady man over to the mats where he lays down to rest. He hates all these bastards, if he only could, he would choke every single one of them on his huge snake. The half elven devil had him vexed, he hated him the most, if not for him he would had had four obedient, forever virgin fuck toys, he could with whatever he wanted. Now he was faced with humiliation of having to beg his cum dumps for their Orc cum. How he wished that bastard never came into his life, but then he would miss hearing the pussy boy's high pitched squeals and wails as he rapes him brutally and that is better music to his ears than the screams and wails of the other toys. Also the sight of his huge Ebon snake slithering its way into white boy butt, while the boy was wailing and begging him to breed him. He fell into a restless sleep.

Mid afternoon Mr. Big woke up. Gar, Grek and Salim sat nearby, occasionaly running a moist cloth over his naked body.

"Where are the rest of my fuck toys?" he asked.

"Grog and Amir are running your store, they did that together with Egrim while you were away. Egrim, Krull and Antos went to talk to the mayor about buying the empty store a few doors up from our barn, so they can set it up to sell all the furnishings baby brother brought and will bring from the freeholds." Salim said.

When the boy mentioned the mayor Mr. Big nearly died. But then he got curious how the boy managed to bring all this loot while he always left on just his horse without the wagons which are behind this barn.

"How does he bring all that stuff here? It would take weeks with more then a couple of wagons to get it here," he asked.

"Oh, Antos can send stuff great distances He just needs to picture it in his mind and send the loot to their hideout. He can only do that with things, not people or animals," answered the youngest Ebon boy, hoping he did not reveal more then he should.

"So he can send things from the freeholds to their hideout and then you boys move things around so he can send more stuff."

"Yes, papa but only loot. He cannot send any live animals or people that way."

Mr. Big got up, dressed in clothes the boys must have brought and went down the ladder and headed for his shop. That was good information to know. He could use the boy by sending him to larger towns to purchase goods. And instead of having to wait weeks for it to be delivered, the boy would just have to leave the town, find a nice out of the way place and send his merchandise to his barn. Yes, the boy does have his uses, even if he's a pain in the butt. Once Mr. Big got back in the store, Grog and Amir excused themselves,

"We need to help our brothers check out the store they just bought, and see what is needed to be done to it before we can open it as furnishing store."

Surprisingly Mr. Big was proud of his boys for opening up a store of their own. He figured it will teach them about business. He also appreciated the fact that Antos said all the stuff he used to buy from them they now would give to him for free as their papa. It did help his business a lot, since the boy brought quality goods from the freeholds.

The eight naked boys met in the newly purchased store and look the place over. It sure needed to be cleaned real good. They didn't care that half the shelves were broken, they would need most of them anyway. The boys then discussed ways to rid themselves of papa for good. Antos gave Grog the recipe for the cure from oral Orc cum addiction.

"I can find the neccessary ingredients. In fact, I do have some of them already. I will mix the stuff and feed it to my Ebon brothers before supper, so papa will not know about it," the older brother said.

Antos also told them, "When I was wiping the sweat of papas body, I gave him a suggestion where his mind will forget his need for Orc cum until the pains hit him. Egrim, Amir and Salim, you must use the fact that papa did some very illegal things concerning you and Grog. Think about the shame he will suffer if the village finds out he is begging his Orc slaves to breed and feed him their Orc cum. You must use all that to make him allow not only the Orc boys, but also the three of you to breed and feed him your cum."

They all laughed at the idea of their master crawling on his stomach begging them all to feed and breed him.

"I will leave the day after we clean up the store and move at least part of our merchandise there, but before papa gets reminded he needs Orc seed in him," Antos continued.

Tune in tune out, whatever is your scene, but be here in the near future when the next chapter makes it appearance on the same channel. Find out if Mr. Big turns the tables on his toys or does he become their sex slave. How will Antos fare against the Holylighters, won't Balor get upset by the methodical extermination of his loyal Human worshipers. Now that he has seed will Antos take advantage of some of the Holylight children for his personal pleasure. These and many others burning questions you might have, might be answered in the next chapter, so stay tuned.