Nerd's Orcish Ravishment

A fat black nerd is transported to a magical realm and is captured by a tribe of bisexual orcs. he is ravaged and raped by the tribe of bisexual orcs both male and female, first just by the men and then both before he is rescued. A fat black nerd is transported to a magical realm and is captured. he is ravaged and raped by a tribe of bisexual orcs both male and female, first just by the men and then both before he is rescued.

The world lurched sideways before going black. Marcus came to with a groan, his thick body sprawled in damp grass. The air smelled like wet earth and woodsmoke. Before he could process the alien sky, rough hands yanked him upright. Three massive orcs loomed over him—two males, their green muscles glistening with sweat, and a towering female with tusks that gleamed when she smirked. The biggest one, a male with scars laddering his chest, grabbed Marcus’s chin. "Look what the portal spat out," he rumbled. They didn’t waste time. The first male tore Marcus’s shirt open, calloused fingers pinching his fat nipples hard enough to make him gasp. Another forced him to his knees, thick fingers fumbling with his belt. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from fear and adrenaline. The orc laughed, gripping it tight. "Soft little thing," he sneered before spitting in his palm and stroking. Marcus barely had time to whimper before the scarred one shoved him face-first into the dirt. Fabric ripped—his pants torn open—and then thick fingers pushed inside him, dry and brutal. He cried out, but the female orc just laughed, kneeling beside him to stroke his hair. "Don’t worry, human," she purred. "We’ll take turns." The stretch burned as the first orc lined himself up. Marcus clenched his eyes shut, but there was no stopping what came next.

The scarred orc’s cock speared into him without warning—thick, unyielding, splitting him open. Marcus choked on a scream as his body clenched around the intrusion, his hole burning from the brutal stretch. The orc didn’t pause, just grunted and thrust deeper, the ridge of his shaft dragging mercilessly against Marcus’s tender inner walls. One of the other males crouched in front of him, shoving his swollen green cock past Marcus’s lips. He gagged, saliva dripping down his chin as the length forced his jaw wider, the musky taste flooding his mouth. The female grabbed his thick thighs, spreading them wider as she leaned down, her rough tongue lapping at his balls before swirling around the base of his cock. Pain and shame twisted into something hotter as the relentless rhythm of the orcs took over—the male behind him pistoning harder, his heavy balls slapping against Marcus’s ass with every thrust. The female sucked him deeper, her tusks grazing his shaft in a way that made him shudder. The cock in his mouth pulsed, salty pre-come leaking onto his tongue. "Take it," the scarred orc growled, yanking Marcus’s hips back onto his length. "You’re just a hole for us now." Marcus’s body betrayed him, heat coiling low in his gut as pleasure seeped through the violation. He couldn’t stop the trembling moan that escaped when the female bit lightly at his inner thigh—or the way his cock twitched, leaking against her tongue. The second male gripped Marcus’s hair, fucking his throat in ragged thrusts. "Swallow," he ordered, and Marcus had no choice but to obey.

The scarred orc finished with a rough grunt, pulling out just as the other male spilled down Marcus’s throat, forcing him to gulp the thick, bitter load. Before he could even catch his breath, they hauled him up—his legs shaky, his hole throbbing—and dragged him toward the flickering torches of their encampment. The village stank of sweat, meat, and fire. Orcs of both sexes turned to watch as Marcus was shoved forward, his naked body marked with dirt and come. A meaty hand clamped around the back of his neck, steering him toward a crude wooden platform near the central firepit. "Strip him properly," a deep voice commanded. Hands tore away the last shreds of his pants, leaving him exposed to the hungry eyes of the tribe. The female from before licked her lips, running thick fingers down his chest before gripping his cock again, squeezing just shy of pain. Marcus barely had time to register the new hands on him before another orc shoved him onto his knees, forcing his face into the dirt. Someone behind him spread his ass cheeks wide—he felt hot breath, then the wet drag of a tongue over his used hole. He gasped, hips jerking as the female laughed, still stroking him. "Not so tight now," a new voice rumbled. A thick cock pressed against him, slick with spit, and pushed in with one brutal thrust. Marcus cried out, his body bowing as the orc fucked him in deep, uneven strokes, each one jolting through his abused muscles. More hands grabbed him, turning him onto his back. Another male climbed over his chest, slapping his cock against Marcus’s lips. "Open." Marcus obeyed. The tribe closed in around him, shadows dancing in the firelight as the orcs took turns—filling his mouth, his ass, his hands. The female finally straddled his hips, sinking down onto his cock with a satisfied groan. He could feel every ripple of her walls as she rode him, her tusked grin sharp in the dim light. "Good human," she purred, grinding harder. "You’ll learn to serve." Marcus’s vision blurred—pleasure, pain, and shame twisting together as the orcs used him, again and again.

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The female rolled her hips one last time before sliding off, leaving Marcus slick and twitching beneath her. Before he could even gasp for air, a massive hand yanked him upright by the hair. "On your feet, fucktoy," the scarred orc snarled, shoving him forward. Marcus stumbled—only to be caught by another male, who backhanded him hard enough to send him sprawling into the dirt. Rough laughter echoed around him as hands grabbed at his limbs, dragging him back up. "Pathetic," one spat, clamping a fist around his throat. "You whimper like a bitch in heat." Another punch landed in his gut, knocking the air from his lungs. Marcus crumpled, coughing, but they didn’t let him fall—just jerked him between them, landing kicks to his ribs, his thighs, anywhere they pleased. The female watched, fingers working between her legs as the males tossed Marcus like a ragdoll. A heavy boot pinned his shoulder to the ground. "Still hard?" The orc sneered, grinding his heel in. "Look at that—even when we break you, your cock doesn’t quit." Someone hauled him up again, turning him to face the firelight. A thick cock slapped against his bruised cheek, and the same deep voice from before growled, "Suck. Or I’ll split you open again without lube." Marcus opened his mouth, the taste of dirt and sweat thick on his tongue—just as another male shoved into his ass from behind without warning, tearing a ragged scream from his throat. "Good," the female murmured, stroking his hair as the males took their turns. "You belong to us now."

The firelight flickered across sweat-slicked skin as more hulking figures emerged from the shadows, drawn by the scent of sweat and submission. Marcus barely had time to register the new hands grabbing at him before one orc wrenched his head back, forcing his mouth wider around the thick cock already pressing against his lips. A second male shoved in from behind, stretching him brutally—but before Marcus could choke on the dual invasion, another set of rough fingers dug into his hips, yanking him backward onto a third cock. The stretch burned, his body protesting as they used him in tandem, each thrust driving him deeper onto one shaft while another pistoned into his throat. "Fuck, he's tight," someone grunted, claws scoring down Marcus' back as they split him open. The female laughed, leaning in to lick a stripe up Marcus' neck. "He's not screaming enough." As if on cue, a fourth orc crouched in front of him, his own monstrous erection brushing against Marcus' leaking cock. "This one's mine." He didn't ask—just gripped Marcus' hips and slammed up into him, filling him impossibly fuller. The air left Marcus' lungs in a shattered moan. Every thrust rocked him between them, his body used as nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure. One hand fisted in his hair, forcing his head down further on the cock in his mouth, while another reached around to jerk his neglected length in rough strokes. "Look at him," the female purred, spreading her thighs as she watched. "He can't even remember his own name." She wasn't wrong. The pain blurred with pleasure, the brutal rhythm of their hips turning his vision white. The orcs didn't slow, didn't care—just took, driving into him like he was made for nothing else. Overstimulated, overwhelmed, Marcus could only sob around the cock stuffing his throat, his body trembling between the crush of muscle and heat. "Again," someone ordered, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it." And he did.