The Orc grunted, the all-to-familiar sounds of chains echoing across the dungeon as he attempted to right himself. He was alone, or at least thought he was, the other cells near him and further down the hallway suspiciously empty. Before he could think of a means of escape a door in the distance opened, a man emerging. He was bathed in shadow, but his thick frame could be made out, slowly and carefully making his way to the Orc's cage, an occasional chuckle breaking the silence.

The Orc couldn't move, only scowl, as the man crossed the threshold into his confinement, leaving the door open. Strong, callused hands grabbed at the back of his head, pulling him close, shoving him into the crotch of his captor. Even here, he could smell the musk collecting on him from a long day, the shaft under the fabric throbbing with an anticipation he wasn't expecting.

The guard smiled, undoing his pants and letting his hard, thick member slap against the Orc's face, webs of precum coating it as he moved in and out, slapping it between his tusks.

"Been hearing about you, thought maybe I could take you for a spin while you're with me. What do you say?"

The Orc took that cock into to mouth without saying anything - His face was red and already sweaty, eyes glazed over as the smell and the heat of that cock hit him first. The Orc moaned, sticking out his tongue and working under his foreskin. Soon enough he found enough purchase to slip all the way inside and greedily collect all the precum that he'd earned so far. He kept his mouth wide to take as much of it as he could, the muscles in his throat coaxing the shaft to go deeper. It was clear that the man was right - This Orc was the cumdump. He was to be used, to be grabbed, fucked, bred, and he loved every second of it. With a gurgle he reached the base of his masters cock, inhaling through his nose and trying to keep his breath steady, keeping him sheathed perfectly.

The guard, still bathed in shadow chuckled, hands gripping the back of the Orc's skull to keep him in place and he slid in and out that member, just giving enough time for the Orc to catch his breath. "Tell me, you still have those loads in you? From all those previous customers?"

The Orc gasped for breath, drool and snot out of his nose and mouth as he comprehended words again. "Y-yes... They are still in me..." He moans, the latter half of his statement cut short as the cock entered him again. He whimpered as he sat there, keeping his head as still as possible so his master had a hole he could freely stuff his cock into. His own dick throbbed, painfully now, occasionally spurting fresh strings of precum onto the cold floor and making a complete mess. His eyes drifted upwards to meet the guard, a desperate longing behind them as he continued to be a good little mouth....