The Orc King's Shrink Ray Ch. 02

A few more taps on Doctor Byrog's tablet and the human was back to his normal size, more or less. Amok poured a pail of cold water over the table--it caused Mattias to startle at the chill. The lacquer cooled quickly, going gummy against his tacky skin before settling into a pliable slab. Mattias' fingertips left little dimples in the resolidified substance.

He was lifted off in the arms of Remok, who had removed his own burlap tunic and kilt. Now, he wore only his loincloth and his shoulder fur. He slung the smaller man over his back, giving Mattias a glimpse of Amok similarly clad in only his loincloth and an ornamental bone mask.

Mattias was terrified and almost certainly about to be violated. His immediate impulse was to run, but he wouldn't be able to get very far before his size would be changed again. He'd have to fight them. He didn't like his odds, especially if he was smaller than they were. But if he could get that control pad...

"His training is up to you two. I know you're both well experienced with humans; I'll control his size while you are occupied so you can focus. He's all yours, boys." With that, Dr. Byrog sat at the laboratory console to observe, tablet in hand.

"Hear that, human?" Amok teased in common. "You're going to learn to serve us." Mattias' eyes went wide, but he still refused to speak.

Remok set Mattias down and let Dr. Byrog adjust the settings. The knight stood slightly taller than either orc--around nine feet tall.

Mattias examined his own body, now overly large in the room. Now was his chance: they'd stupidly made him more powerful. He bolted forward, aiming for the doctor's tablet. The closest guard grabbed his arm; Mattias tried to cast him off and was perplexed to find that he couldn't shake loose the smaller orc. Instead, the orc was much stronger than him and forced Mattias back into place. The human slumped, panting and sweaty.

"Hey doc," Remok asked. "Why is he so weak, even when he's bigger than us?"

"Ah, that's one of the features. A body needs energy to match its size: us orcs have to eat more than humans, and humans have to eat more than gnomes. But he's only eaten enough for a human's muscle size. When his muscles become much bigger and more demanding, he loses brute strength. He's more of a toy like this. The opposite is also true: when we make him small, all of that energy will be able to power him for hours without another meal. This makes him quick, energetic, and durable when he's little, but slow, sleepy, and vulnerable when he's big."

Mattias grimaced. His plan hadn't gotten him anywhere. It was clear he couldn't overpower the orcs. Maybe, though, he could outmaneuver them. A carefully timed attack might be able to do more damage than his all-out charge.

"Whoa, so cool!" Amok observed. "But it doesn't lose sexual endurance, does it?"

"His sex will probably fail to maintain an erection, yes, but we have ways around that. And he'll take cock no matter what. He won't have a say in the matter."

"Great!" Remok exclaimed. "This really is the best. And we get to use it before even the king!"

"Calm down, Remok. You're training it. Any pleasure should be incidental. Remember, we do this for our king!"

"Yes doctor Byrog! Sorry sir!"

"Now, where were we?" Amok asked in stuttered common as he looked up at the man. The human was still indignant, but a fear had crept into his fiery eyes. He forced the man down onto his knees so that he was level with Amok's loincloth.

Amok relished in the man's face below him. Even enlarged like this, the human was still so delicate and frail. His mask of pride was slipping. Amok sneered down at him as he tugged at his loincloth.

From Mattias' position, the orc's penis was a horror. It hung in front of him, mythically huge. He knew that orcs were larger and therefore had larger cocks, but the man had never considered how different the proportions were. The flaccid cock hung limp, its length falling towards the floor halfway down the monster's leg. His thick foreskin slid back ever so slightly as the genitals bounced out of his pouch. His large, furry testicles hung lower than humans' did, coddled in the loose skin of his scrotum. The head of his gigantic cock bobbed up towards Mattias and the boy scrambled backwards.

"Oh no, you don't," Remok chided as he stood behind Mattias. He pushed the man back up to a kneeling position and held his face inches from Amok's hardening member. "You're going to remember this view. From here on out, you'll be seeing a lot of orc cock. Our job is to get you good and adjusted. Now open wide."

Mattias was aghast. "No! Stop! I won't. I can't, I--"

From behind, Remok slid the index fingers of each hand into the corners of Mattias' mouth mid-sentence. He clenched his jaw, but the orc's fingers didn't budge. His teeth couldn't even break the orc's thick, leathery skin. Remok began to push the boy forward, letting his lips hit the dark foreskin on his comrade's cock. Mattias heaved but refused to scream. He squinted his eyes closed as Amok closed the distance, resting his dark green cock on the human's tongue. The human's oversized mouth cradled the orc's penis as it slowly hardened to fill it.

Remok leaned in to whisper in the human's ear as Amok began to rock back and forth. "This is how you will serve orcs for pleasure! You should spend time getting acquainted with our orc sex; it is much larger than a human's little prick."

Mattias let the slender orc prod around in his mouth. They'd oversized him enough that Amok's cock didn't overwhelm him. That didn't prevent him from spitting up as the thick, near gelatinous Orc precum filmed his mouth like mucus. Amok pressed farther, thrusting his hips towards the man's face until he felt his spade-like tip enter the man's throat. Mattias flashed his eyes open: this was his opportunity.

Amok felt teeth scrape against his thick foreskin. He looked down to see the human staring at him with cold fury, blood on his teeth from where he'd broken skin. "Oh, he actually nicked me," Amok said, surprised. "I didn't think he could."

A brisk kick to Mattias' balls had him crying and gagging in Remok's grip. Amok refused to let the human pull off, instead making him sputter around his dick. The human coated his own face in clear fluid. Pathetic. Amok reached down and plugged the man's nose, forcing his mouth to gape even further around his cock.

"That's not how you serve us, pig," Remok sneered. Amok slammed into Mattias' throat, using his full strength to slide back as far as he could. In orc, he called out to the doctor. "Bad behavior cannot go unpunished."

Mattias was vaguely aware of the doctor moving around on his control pad, speaking back and forth with the brutish fuckers raping him. He couldn't understand what they said, but a few moments later he watched the hairy orc's cockroot began to enlarge before him. No, it must have been the opposite: he was shrinking. The cock in his throat pressed outwards against his walls as his passage narrowed. The cock cut off his airway, leaving him to suffocate in the beast's grasp. He flailed his limbs, frantic, as he shrunk down to five feet tall.

The orc behind him leaned in to speak in common. "This is a punishment. Behave, and this won't happen to you again."

Amok started to rock back and forth, watching the human's face grow red below him as he used his throat. It was so much tighter now! He'd heard what Remok told the human, but he suspected that wasn't quite true. If Amok were the king, he'd be shrinking his human slave any chance he got to use a throat like this.

The doctor sized him back up just in time, giving him space to breathe. He coughed up some of the phlegm that had filled his throat, coating Amok's dick. The beast laughed above Mattias, cock bobbing in front of his face. His eyes were unfocused as he breathed deeply, refilling his lungs with air.

"Damn, he makes lube, too," Amok chuckled.

"So, are you going to do that again?" Remok sneered in Mattias' ear.

"Fuck... you..." he panted back.

Remok smiled at Amok. "I guess he needs another lesson."

Remok pushed down on Mattias' upper shoulders until his chest was pinned against the ground. He grabbed the man by his cock and balls, pulling down sharply. Mattias let out a yelp followed by a scream as the orc refused to relent. Remok leaned down towards the man's hole, greedy for his virgin tightness. Then, he remembered that this boy would *always* be tight if you wanted him to be. Wow, Remok thought. This really is innovative. Maybe if this works and they become popular, I can get one for myself.

Mattias was enlarged up to eleven feet so that Remok could drive his muscular pointed tongue inside. Mattias took a moment to understand the sensation but whined once he did.

Then, Mattias shrank back down to five feet. Remok's tongue suddenly felt painfully deep. He cried out as he was overwhelmed, prostate directly punched as Remok's tongue rolled and rocked inside of him. Amok took Mattias' yelling as an opportunity to stick his loincloth, now discarded, inside the man's mouth. "That should shut him up."

Mattias struggled forward to escape the invading tongue. Though Remok did well to hold him in place, the human wriggled enough that his tongue popped out. Mattias' hole struggled to close after the orc tongue had loosened his rim. It was shiny with orc saliva. He spat out the sweaty loincloth and cried out again.

"Useless piece of meat can't do what it's told," Remok scolded. "Can't even keep a gag in. Amok, how about you bury it in your asscrack. I'm going to fuck it."

Mattias, ignorant of the conversation, felt immense fear as the orc in front of him spun around. He was eye to eye with the Orc's muscular ass. The huge mounds of green flesh were covered in coarse hair. His skin darkened and hair thickened closer to his asshole. An asshole that was quickly approaching Mattias. Oh fuck.

Amok's pucker was about the same width as Mattias' open mouth. The human resisted, backing up to escape it. But, behind him, Remok slid a thick, meaty orc digit into his hole. Mattias moaned, giving Amok an opportunity to back up and smother Mattias in his warm hole. "You'll need to service the king's ass as well as his cock! You should be thanking me!" Amok joked to the smothered slave.

Remok was eager to breed this insolent human and show him his place. He always relished in the first day with a new captive. After that, their humans usually mellowed out quickly. Remok suspected this proud soldier would be begging for orc cock in less than a week. But today, he resisted. And Remok was allowed to punish him for resisting.

He removed his finger and posed his thick cock in front of the human's hole. "Doc, size up," Remok panted.

"Remember your manners, Remok. I'm still your boss."

"Right, sorry Doctor Byrog." The human grew to eight feet so that his cock could slide in easily. The bitchy human still screamed, but it was sufficiently muffled between Amok's asscheeks. He began to thrust, enjoying how the human tried to get away with its sluggish, weak muscles.

"Hey, human," Amok called. "Put more effort in! I can barely feel your tongue moving around."

Mattias considered his position. Nothing he'd done had helped at all; in fact, he kept incurring more punishments. There was nothing to gain from resisting. As much as Mattias hated it, the solution was clear. Until he had a more solid plan, it would be in his best interest to follow orders.

Remok thrust hard and grabbed Mattias' oversized balls. "Until I hear Amok say you're doing a good job, I'm not letting go of these." He squeezed and the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Mattias closed his eyes and imagined he was back in his village. He began to make out with the orc's asshole like he had done his wife Teresa on their wedding night. He hardened his tongue and thrust it forwards, curled it against the inner walls and sucked at the rim. It took a few more painful seconds of stomach-churning squeeze before Amok gave him the thumbs up and Remok let go. Mattias was utterly humiliated, knowing he'd besmirched that innocent memory to save himself from this hellhole.

"Doctor," Amok asked. "Can we shrink him now? I want to feel his tiny tongue on my asshole."

"Yes, I think he's ready to be stretched out a little. Turning."

Mattias began to shrink, immediately feeling the stretch of his hole around Remok's cock. He hadn't noticed before how thick the member was. He felt the orc's hairy bush against his own shrinking butt, grinding in as he shrank to remain hilted inside. Mattias began to gasp and pant as the stretch became immense, crying out as much as he could while he was still trying to suck and tongue-fuck Amok's hole with as much gusto as he could muster. It lasted for minutes: the doctor shrunk Mattias down to four feet tall. He did it slowly so that they didn't risk breaking his asshole. They just wanted it completely loose. Remok ceased his fucking for the most part, taking all of his pleasure from watching the human writhe in agony at the impossibly large and impossibly growing orc-cock planted inside him.

In front of him, Mattias' face had shrunk to the size of Amok's hole. "Haha, his tongue feels so tiny down there. I feel his chin more than anything."

In another hour, Mattias became even smaller. His stomach bulged with the cock inside of him, organs displaced slowly over the time spent stretching. Now he was only about three feet tall. His tongue had gone limp on Amok's hole, now lolled out as his head stroked the orc's asshole up and down. Sometimes Remok would push him forward, part of his head prying open Amok's hole. It had become soft and pliable in the short time past.

"I think I can fit him if we go just a bit smaller," Amok breathed out, eyes crossed as he bore down against the human's head.

"I don't know how much tighter the human can get around me. It's hips are already being tested."

"That's what this is for, right?" Amok slurred lazily, clearly motivated by his own perverse desires. "Testing him, training him... he needs to be able to do this."

"I guess you're right. Doctor?"

"Already on it."

Mattias let out another wail into the wet stickiness of Amok's asshole. Unfortunately for him, he just lost his last bit of air for the next few seconds. Amok reached backwards and grabbed Mattias around the shoulders. He pushed the human's head inside of him, orc-ring squeezing around his skull before he popped inside of the muscular ring. Amok's sphincter closed around Mattias' neck, making him into a human buttplug. Together with Remok using his shrunken ass as a fleshlight, the human had been converted into an Orcish sex toy.

Amok popped Mattias back out and the man gasped for air, soaked in sticky orc mucus. His eyes remained closed as he took deep, heaving breaths, waiting for the next pop. And it came. Over and over and over.

Between Amok using him as a dildo and Remok stroking himself inside of Mattias, the human was well and truly a broken warrior. The orcs sized him up to three and a half feet, giving Amok a greater stretch.

"Oh fuck, his nose is hitting my spot... I'm going to cum!"

"Don't let it go to waste, brother. Quick, in his mouth!"

Amok pulled Mattias out and spun around, stroking his massive cock. At Mattias' size, he couldn't even fit his lips around the tip. Amok pushed it inside Mattias' mouth as far as it would go, held the back of his head down on the cock, and flooded the boy with virile orc sperm. The volume overwhelmed Mattias. It filled his mouth, then entered his throat, making him gag around it. Strands of opaque white cum dripped from the corners of his mouth, hitting the floor of the testing room below him.

"Whew!" Amok shuddered in post-orgasm glow. "As soon as we get it trained to do that on its own, this is a goldmine! And great glory to our king!"

"Indeed, brother, but right now it is untrained, and it has not done a particularly good job. So, I think it needs to be punished."

Remok pulled his cock out of Mattias' hole roughly, making the boy squeal. The soldier's hole, relatively hairless compared to his orcish partners', was gaping and quivering without the massive orc cock to fill it.

"Doctor, shrink him. Really small, this time."

Mattias felt the sensation: incredible nausea overtook him as he shrank to the size of a mouse. Now, his bare feet were stuck in the puddle of Amok's seed that had fallen from his mouth. He looked up to see Remok squatting down over him. He was jerking his ginormous cock. Drips of orc precum were falling to the ground around Mattias making small splashes against the stone.

Mattias saw it coming. A hard, fast, hot, jet of thick white cum. It hit him, covering his left arm and leg in a stodgy, burning sludge. A second spurt got the rest of his lower body, including his cock. The hot wetness made him shiver with stimulation. The third hit him straight in the face, blinding him and sending him backwards. He couldn't see the rest, but counted nine or ten pumps before he stopped feeling the powerful jets.

What would happen to him next? This had already been worse than anything he'd imagined. He didn't want to serve the orc king, and he didn't want to be a slave for the orc race. But, they had convinced him of one thing. These orcs were superior. Superior cocks, superior technology, superior cruelty, superior manliness. Compared to them, humans were a weaker, more feminine race. They did deserve service, Mattias could see that. But he did not want to be serving the orc nation; they were the enemy.

So, when Remok picked up the miniature Mattias and stuffed him in his loincloth, Mattias found himself unwilling to bite. It wouldn't accomplish anything. As it was, he was imprisoned by men who were bigger, stronger, and more numerous than he was. The easiest path forward would be to learn what these orcs were trying to teach him. That gave him useful information.

So he sat in the orc's loincloth, coccooned by wiry black pubes, and thought about the future. He was well and truly fucked. His enemy couldn't be overpowered or escaped. They'd already ravaged him. He was being groomed to serve orc royalty, maybe even the king.

That's right, the king.

He'd make it through training; he wouldn't like it, but he didn't have a choice. He'd earn a spot serving the king and build trust. Then, as a concubine, he'd find a way to assassinate him. Yes, his own fate was sealed, but he could still spare humanity.