Orc Witchcraft Part II

It was a long march back from the fields of Drostar, four days of hiking with heavy packs and armor. Many of us were bandaged and bloody from the battle with the Orcs, but the worst part of it was being 16 years old, horny, and having no privacy to jack off and relieve myself. Sure, when we got back, we’d have all the women we could ever want available to us in the breeding camps.

But my dick was so damn hard that during the first day’s march back, it was starting to actually really hurt. I HAD to shoot just so I could relieve the pressure. During the afternoon break for lunch, I wandered out into the forest a ways, just far enough to get a bit of privacy. It didn’t take long, several yanks on my steel hard boner and out came the biggest load I had ever shot. I grunted in relief and pleasure as my cock pulsed again and again, painting the leaves and bushes with arcs of glistening white. Man, there’s no aphrodisiac like a life or death battle!

I stuffed my wilting cock back into my pants still dripping and hurried back to camp fast enough not to be missed. Jake, for whom this was the second time out to the front lines, saw me run off and return from the woods.

“Where did you go? Can’t use the latrines like everyone else?” he asked me. “Got pisser shyness or something?”

While I thought of what to say, I felt my face slowly turning red.

“Oh,” he said with a wry smile, his eyes trailing down to my crotch where my half-hard cock had oozed a small wet spot through my pants.

I was too embarrassed to talk about it, and fortunately he dropped the subject. When we hit the trail again, he was marching beside me.

“Battle can do that to you,” he said. “Wait till you see the women they have for us!”

“I hear they’re the sexiest women in all the lands, hand picked.”

Jake threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, maybe at one time, but now they’re recruiting women like they recruit men. Once you’re 16, you’re theirs.”

I took a moment to contemplate what he said.

“We’ve lost so many men to the war, the ratio has gotten to be like one man to every fifteen women. It’s the survival of our race. Men go to the front line every six months, and women give birth once a year.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah; they’re not always very happy about it, but the sooner they get heavy with a baby in their wombs, the sooner they get to leave the breeding camp until it’s time for their next one.” Jake smiled. “You better believe they get aggressive for sex during the full moon of their cycle if you get my drift.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, adjusting my pants to accommodate the boner I was sporting. “All this talk is making me horny again.”

“Yeah, me too,” said Jake. “I think I might need to step out to the woods this time.”

That night as we set up camp, everyone seemed irritable. One fist fight even broke out over dinner.

“I did NOT run, I was knocked the fuck out!” shouted one of the veterans.

“Well, that’s pretty lucky you getting knocked out and missing the whole battle and all,” said the other man.

“CURSE YOUR WHORE MOTHER!” and several people rushed in to hold them back from each other.

I decided to drift into the woods again, as my throbbing erection was getting to the aching stage again.

As I stood there stroking myself, I saw another shadow about fifty feet away facing away from me. Probably Jake, I thought to myself. My balls swung wildly as I pumped fast, rushing myself to a quick orgasm. That made them ache a little, probably from thumping against my fist, but I got off anyway. It was another gusher, a nice satisfying euphoria as I splattered the plantlife. I was hitting my sexual prime alright.

The rest of the march back went about the same, and I realized I was not abnormal in my needs. Hell, these guys were probably jerking it in the woods on the way TO battle while I sat in camp like a chump wishing I could. There were probably about 15 of us who were horny enough to masturbate in the woods around other guys, and not all of them had the excuse of young age. One was the veteran who got into a fistfight the other day.

Finally, we got back into town, and after I washed up and ate a good hot meal, I headed straight for my soft bed. The breeding camp would have to wait for tomorrow, I was bushed. But before I fell asleep, I had myself a good wank. I was going to have to start jerking off onto a cloth, because my ejaculations were so messy these days. Six months! I had six months of free sex entitled to me before I had to go back to the front lines. I fell asleep with a smile, but I had a repeat of the bad dreams from when I got knocked out on the battlefield. Again, I dreamt of the Orc witch doctor cutting into my nutsack with his knife and pulling out a bloody round object, and of all the chanting and the bright flashes of magic.

In the morning I woke up with really stiff wood. I wanted to save it for the women so I settled for a self examination to dispel the dreams I’d been having. My balls were perfectly fine, with no signs of scars or cuts. They felt heavy and large, larger than I remembered but I had never really examined them before. Besides, I was 16 and my body was growing by the day. I already felt more muscular from being on the march; my thighs were more filled out and framed my sex organs nicely. Damn, it was time to get to camp and get laid!

It wasn’t really a camp, it was just a large building on the other end of town. I walked into the front door, showed them my papers stamped with a wax seal, and without ceremony the woman at the front desk ushered me in.

Beyond the main entrance was a large lounge filled with women just sitting around. There were close to 20 women there between 16 and 30, most of them closer to my age. Jake was right, not all of them were foxes, but there certainly were some lookers. And they were all looking at me with smiles.

As I scanned them trying to decide on which one to pick, a slightly older girl probably around 19 walked up to me and caressed my shoulder.

“Hey, prince,” she said. “Can you spend quickly?”

I nodded, speechless. She wasn’t the hottest girl there, but she was still QUITE a looker. Far fairer than I would be able to woo in regular society. Her features were aristocratic beneath the curly locks of reddish-brown hair, and she had stunning blue eyes.

“Why don’t you come show me how fast you can,” she said, pulling my arm. I followed her to hallway lined with doors on either side. Her curves were subtle but well proportioned, probably yet to fill out fully - A late bloomer like me. We entered a room and she pulled me to the bed.

“I like young ones, they don’t last as long,” she said, undoing my pants. “I’ve been here a month already, and I’m ready to get out.” She lay me back on the bed. “You guys have it easy; I wish I could just go and fight twice a year.”

“No, you don’t,” I answered, “You’re the ones who got it easy.”

“You really think so?” she looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers. “How would you like to service a bunch of fat old women day after day with no choice, until one of them strikes the jackpot and makes your stomach swell up like a basketball for 8 months?”

I grimaced.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to lay it all on you. You seem like a nice man.”

She was my first woman, and she was right; I didn’t last long inside her. It seemed as if she had just climbed on top of me, easing me into her private world when I felt the tingling sensation.

Looking down at me, she must have taken pity, because she stopped bouncing long enough to let me recover myself.

“Thank you,” I said, savoring the sensation of her hot, moist interior.

“Hopefully you’ll pay me back with a large, fertile gift,” she said, and resumed her bouncing. “Now why don’t you try to bathe my eggs.”

She guided my hands to her bosom, and suddenly I was squirting up into her. She smiled and moaned with me as I erupted.

“Ohhhh, you’re flooding me, sweetheart!” she said. “You’re a real shooter!”

Afterwards, she pulled on a pair of panties with a short plug that trapped my seed inside her. She was nice enough to give me a long neck rub and whole body massage while she talked about town life and what she planned to do with herself when the wars were over and life turned back to normal.

“Ask for me any time, my name is Gwen,” she said.

I saw Gwen again, alright, as well as Angeline, Samantha, Tamara, and too many others to possibly remember. I found that I could never hold on to the first orgasm of the day, so I just let it out. But if I returned several times in the same day, I could last a lot longer and enjoy it more.

It was better than dying and going to heaven, but it was also addictive. While I tried to plan other errands and tasks, I found myself wasting most of my days at the breeding camp humping the women there. A month had gone by, and I hadn’t done a single thing I had planned to do.

When the plague first hit our town, we chalked it up to bad luck. But this plague was different than any others. It seemed to only strike women, and particularly the women at the breeding camp.

A lot of the soldiers got nervous and stopped going to the breeding camp until the plague passed, but I was far too horny to let it scare me away. Besides, not a single man had caught it yet. I had never felt better in my life, and my thin young body was growing more and more muscular by the day as I transitioned into adulthood.

Within a week, women were starting to die. It started with a high fever, and then severe abdominal cramps began. Within two weeks, they were in the ground.

The plague soon reached epidemic proportions, and the breeding camp was closed. There was a meeting of the elders, and a week later a town meeting. They had determined that the plague was brought back by the soldiers from the front lines.

“But no soldiers are sick,” said one in the audience.

“This is no disease,” said the town elder. “This is an Orc curse to exterminate our race.”

A murmur went through the crowd.

“We believe the Orcs may have tainted the seed of some of our soldiers,” said the town elder. “The poisoned consumes the very core of our women, destroying their womanhood and ultimately their lives.”

A louder murmur was heard, and I began to feel a fear in the pit of my stomach. The dream. What if it were true.

“All are to report to the breeding camp tonight,” said the town elder. “Our mage will reverse the evil that has been cast upon us.”

That night, we were all lined up outside anxiously. Most were angry that we were being blamed, but others looked scared. I couldn’t get rid of the nervous fear in my stomach.

The doors opened, and the line began filing in. What was happening in there?

Word quickly spread through the line that each soldier had to masturbate and shoot into a glass of water. They said that the good seed stays in stringy clumps that sink into the glass. But the poisoned seed dissolves, mixing into the water and turning it pale white.

“Will our Mage be able to reverse the Orc curse?” I asked nervously.

“The ones with the Orc curse no longer possess their own organs,” said the man. “Those bastard Orc witch doctors cut the human orbs out and replaced them with magically altered orbs taken from Gnomes.”

“Gnomes? How did our Mage fix that?”

The soldier made a scissors motion with his fingers. “There is no fix; the way I see it, those soldiers lost their stones a month ago on the battlefield. It’s a shame, really.”

“Yeah,” I said, having a hard time swallowing. “A real shame.”

I thought about running, but where would I go? As the line moved forward, it seemed most men were checking out just fine.

“Pants off,” said a soldier at the entrance. We all pulled our pants off and filed into the main lounge one by one.

I examined my balls again. Were they even my balls? They felt perfectly fine. I rolled them around inside the warm pouch of skin, feeling their weight. They were definitely larger than I remembered them, although at 16 everything was still growing on me. Hell, my chest and arms were filling out quickly, and I was as strong as the 30 year old veterans at the bar.

Suddenly a soldier ahead cried out “Oh, GOD; NO!”

We all looked at each other.

“Next.”

I watched the guy ahead of me jerking off while the Mage and the other guards watched. He took a while to cum with everybody watching, but finally he grunted and aimed his dick down into the glass.

His first squirt overshot the glass, splattering onto the table behind it. The next squirt plunked into the water, curling in gooey globules that slowly sank as the next few squirts dribbled down the side of the glass.

“He’s fine,” said the Mage tiredly. “Next.”