Rating: Adult
Theme: An orc chieftain has passed away in glorious battle. Now the tribe's warriors must compete among each other in the traditional manner to select his replacement.
Kinks: oil wrestling, spanking, gropin' and grabbin', winner fucks all

The green skinned warrior howled in pain as his fundoshi was hooked by a powerful arm and yanked upward. Two sweaty, oiled up bodies crashed into him on either side, and then both of them began to rain blows down on his already reddened cheeks. Scenes of similar chaos were present all over the massive oil pit, the tribe's main group of warriors all vying for the position of chieftain. Not a single exposed, shiny bun hadn't been turned a painful pink or purple, but each of the twelve orcs struggling against each other, forming small groups of two or three to take down a stronger rival, continued to fight. It was important for a chieftain to be able to resist pain and torture, so the savage spankings would continue until all but one of the applicants gave up verbally.

The fighting was vicious, none of the orcs wanting to be on the receiving end of the victory fucking that bound each man to his new chief. Nor did they want to get stuck in a pillory and given back to their wives and fathers, the former already holding heavy , red hot frying pans and metal spoons, and the latter warming up their palms for any eventual failure.

Participating was a great honor.

But losing held a punishment that could last for months.

Ohohohoho, oh this was nice.

Yah, I got nothing for orcs besides medieval themes, which is actually a lot.

Rating: general

Theme: an orc warrior returns home to the only family he has, his beloved son, who tearfully greets him with a hug.

Keywords: father, son, tenderness, hugs.

Kinks: N/A

"Father!"

The graying orc was almost bowled over by the heavy weight of his only son, weary from having been out on the fronts for more than a year. "Oh son..." he whispered, clutching at his spawn fiercely. He pushed the younger man back and looked at his features. How he'd grown... Battle scarred thumbs ran over the younger orc's cheeks, his chin, touched his nose. "Oh Rae... You look so much like her... And look what you've managed to do with this farm whil I was gone... She'd be proud of you son."

The emotion the younger man had been holding in flooded out with the tears, the pair embracing each other tightly. "I love you, pa. Don't... Don't leave."

(note: the following comment is the legitimate reaction to the story here. no bullshit.)



WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME FEEL?!?

I do what I can with what I'm given ;>

*Whimpers* more?


lol. yeah, i know the answer is no. just being weird.

Real talk: this story made me cry... can i ask for another or is the deadline up?

You're right, You can't get another one ;>
But, I'm making another journal soon. Just bear in mind, I don't do sequels and prequels.

awesome! i'll watch for it.

Rating:adult
Theme:orc has a captured wolf anthro for his property
kinks:unwilling prey,sadistic orc,heavy musk,bondage,farts,loin cloth,deep rimming,

The kneeling wolf tried to move away, he really did, but any small struggling made the candle balanced on his belly tip and spill hot wax into his fur, making him hiss. All he could do if he wanted to get out of this was be obedient while the orc ground his sweaty ass deep down over his muzzle, the loin cloth acting like a perverted dutch oven whenever the green skinned monster felt the need to pound out some toxic gas. "Ahhh... that's the stuff.." the large hunter grunted, finally finding the angle to force the whimpering muzzle through the loose ring of his ass. The further inside it went , the better it felt, and he didn't stop until the wolf's entire mouth was trapped inside. And his nose, which was forced to endure the disgusting stench of the creature's colon.

"Get licking, boy, cause I ain't leaving till I'm satisfied... and that candle's gonna burn out in an hour or so. Next one's gonna be on yer balls."

Rating: Adult

Theme: Ram interrupts roommate sniffing his underwear, "punishes" him.

Kinks: Spanking, facesitting, wedgie, armpit licking, farting, rimming, consensual.

(Sorry, I hope this is OK. I'm not a very big orc fan, so I hope the other kink is OK.)

If it wasn't I wouldn't be putting it up there.
~~~

"I knew you were a sick pervert!" the ram said with a grin, snapping a picture of his roommate in the middle of sniffing his used, sweat and cum stained underwear. The muscular male closed the door behind him a nd pounced on the smaller panther, forcing the other boy's face deep inside his sweaty pit. The struggling was short lived, the cat unable to deny just how much he enjoyed every breath of the rank, moist cavern, and eventually he was even licking at it lovingly. "That's right, slut, skipped the shower after practice just for you." he said, gripping the panther's underwear and yanking him up. The fabric almost tore as it rode up the cat's crack, but it wasn't louder than the yowls he gave when muscular palms slammed down on his ass.

"Still have to punish you though... if you're a good kitten I'll see about letting you clean my ass with that tongue of yours... I hear cat tongue is just the best... "

Rating: Adult

Theme: Inept coyote thief interrupts masturbating orc gang, is force-fed "treasure"

Kinks: Dirty Talking, Humiliation, Musk, Forced Oral, Bukkake, Mild Cum Inflation, Unwanted Arousal

Tripping over his own bag of loot the coyote fell just shy of the camp fire, surrounded by orcs on all sides.

Orcs that were busy stroking off.

Orcs that weren't particularly happy to see the jockstraps and socks the poor coyote had been stealing spill out of his bag. He'd tried to get the clean ones, he didn't know what the wizard wanted... but he'd picked the wrong hamper. And now the orcs were pinning him down, forcing his jaws wide open by stuffing each side of his mouth with the rank cloth. His cheeks bulged and he couldn't even close his mouth... and then the group's leader made his blood run cold. "Ey fellahs... the little bitch can't close her mouth any more." he said, fingering his hefty shaft.

Before teh coyote could even make a sound of protest his tongue was pushed down by the sweaty green rod, thrust deep into his throat and making him gag. The taste from the source was almost as bad as the taste of the messed up jockstraps, but he couldn't even concentrate on any of it. His nose hurt from the constant thrusting and bumping against it, and soon he was feeling his head slowly but surely sink into the thick, cloying mud underneath him. It tugged at him when he tried to get up, and squished all around with each shoving thrust of the massive orc.

And then he came.

And came.

And came.

There was so much of the thick white seed spurting into him that the fox was certain he was swelling up , further proved by the massive streams of it painting what parts of his fur hadn't been claimed by the mud. And then the bss got up , sated... And he could see the three lines. Two lines of twelve on either side, jacking off quickly... and another of fourteen, eagerly cat calling how he'd be drinking down their sweat and cum.

And through it all, the wolf could only only whimper, his own cock hard as a rock in the mess of cum and mud.

And the wizard had said that the arousal spell would only get worse, and not allow him release until he brought back the spoils...

Let’s get some more musky orcs, in a dungeon, abusing a weaker monster… :P

Rating: Adult
Theme: Kobold’s masturbation interrupted by orcs so he can judge which is smelliest
Kinks: Interrupted, denial, teasing, musk, forced armpit sniffing, humiliation, dubious consent

Yeah... the best spot in the whole dungeon to rub one out. Close enough to the sauna rooms and living quarters to allow the occasional whiff , far enough that the slap slap slap wouldn't be heard... and not to mention the permanent scent of dried semen from all the guards that had taken a rutting in the little alcove behind the rocks... Perfect place to let loose, especially during patrol times whe n oone else -

"Told you the little bitch would be hiding back here! Ha!"

Oh no. The kobold looked up, letting go of his throbbing cock, precum dripping from it as the orcs stood on either side, one gripping his neck and pulling him up. The little lizard didn't even get a chance to ask what was going on before his nose got rammed into what had to be the funkiest armpit he'd ever had the displeasure of smelling. Every tortured breath burned his little lungs, and his eyes watered even when he was pulled out. "You got that scent memorized?" the first orc asked, and then the little kobold was stuck in the other one's pit.

Was the other one worse? He didn't know any more, this one was painful too. And it made his dick hard as a rock.

"That's not fair!" the second complained, pushing the kobold away. "Your sweat was already on im. We should make him smell both at once!"

That sounded... The kobold's hand was on his dick again, squeezing it to prevent an explosion in this embarrassing circumstance, but then the pair of orcs grinned and slammed their shoulders together, the armpits locking around his hed on either side, his air trapped in the two dank pits. The first breath made his head swim. The second sent a spurt of cum to the floor. And the third made him whimper and try and get out.

Even with such a dedicated scent lover, too much was too much... But the orcs weren't letting him go, even as oxygen in the hairy cavern grew scarce.

"We ain't letting you out till you tell us who's worse, slut..."

"Wazzat? Couldn't hear you..."

Very nice indeed! :D