The academy Ch. 01: Setting the tone

He stared defiantly at the orc's eyes. But all his defiance faltered as soon as Darius's expression changed from pleasant surprise to anger. "Your Kind you say?"

He grabbed Ellion by the neck and pinned him violently to the wall. The elven boy's toes were barely touching the floor. "You better apologize for what you said boy or you'll regret it."

The orcs face was very close to Ellion, his booming voice shook the elf's spine. He was gasping for breath as the large hand that once touched his ass was now choking him. Ellion tried his best to stay calm. But moans still escaped his mouth. Please just let me go.

The orc's face was so close to his, he could feel the angry breath of his nostrils tickle his neck. Darius's face didn't look young, it didn't look old either. Ellion could not guess the age of the orc as he'd never seen an orc before. He couldn't help but notice how masculin his face was, his jawline was well pronounced and sported a patchy beard. He had a long goatee that shared the same color as his hair, brown bordering on orange. His head was shaved on the sides and the rest of his hair flowed toward a ponytail.

The orc loosened his fist but still held the elf by the neck. Ellion took this chance to gasp for air. "You Brute! Let me go th-" The orc raised his other hand and slapped the cheek on his sluttish boy-face.

"Apologize. Elf boy!" the orc said as he slapped the boy again. Ellion endured the punishment and looked him deep in the eyes. His expression was that of anger, but in his eyes, but behind that anger, he saw something else, something much more disgusting. Another slap came. The more he gets slapped the more the energy in the room changes.

"No, Let me go!" The repulsed elf spat on the face of his assaulter.

Darius wiped the spit from his face and let go of the elf. The boy didn't expect he would be let go so abruptly and found himself falling towards the orc's large frame. He put his feminine jeweled hands across the orc's pecs and rested his head on his torso as he tried to regain his breath. Being so close to the orc He could smell his musk. He never smelled such a strong masculin odor before in his life, He had nothing to compare it to. It was very unpleasant, yet he wanted to smell more of it.

"You dare come into my room and insult my people? You can go tell Luther whatever you want but first I'll have you apologize to me right here right now."

For a few seconds he had the chance of opening the door and escaping. But he chose to stay close to the orc's chest. He can do anything to me in this room. The fact that he was helpless and stuck in a room with such a large man made him experience instincts he never knew he had. He took another deep breath through his nose.

The orc grabbed the hair of Ellion with his left hand and roughly pulled it to force the boy to look up to him. The orc admired gentle features of the elf. His deep green eyes stared back at him with a strange mix of defiance and submission. His fragrance reminded him of honey and flowers. He had a black spot just below his eye and a shiny diamond piercing on his tiny nose. His cheeks were reddened from embarrassment and from the beating they took. He gave the elf one more slap just for the hell of it. The boy dug his fingers deep into the orcs pecs and raised his left foot in response, exposing his sole to the large orc.

"Let me go orc!"

There was a huge disparity between what the barefooted elf was saying, and how he was acting. This slightly aroused the huge orc. He kept his large hand on the elf's face covering half of it. He felt his beautiful pink lips with his thumb as He slowly circled around his mouth, trying to gently invade it. The boy would not allow it. Darius gave the boy another smack across the face as he yanked his hair with his other hand. As the elf let out a moan Darius snuck his thumb in. His insides felt warm and wet. His mouth was unbelievably small.

Ellion was confused. His first instinct was to suckle on the thumb. But his mind quickly stepped in and did not allow it. He bit the orc as hard as he could and pushed his large hand away from his mouth. Another opening towards the door presented itself. Ellion tried to take it only to realise that the orc's hand was still holding on to his hair. The angered orc violently pushed the elf in the opposite direction. The poor boy landed ass up head down near the bunk beds.He looked behind him to see the large orc approaching. His heart was racing again. Being in this position only aggravated the feeling he was trying to deny all this time. Why do I feel so excited?. Was he aroused by a large man, from another species, that has smacked his ass the first time they met? And this man is to become Ellion's roommate for years to come. Ellion realized that he was presenting his back towards this orc while thinking about these details. He quickly came to his senses and stood up.

"We can stop this now." He said. "Please let me go. I promise you will not see my face ever again and I won't say a word about this." Ellion pleaded. As he twisted his hair and gave a submissive look to the orc. Will he dare to do it again?

Darius looked at the elf boy, he had his hands behind his back, his gaze to the floor, his knees pointed inwards. He admired the curvy silhouette of the beautiful boy, the strange jewelry he wore. The creature before him looked like the perfect thing he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately for him, it had a penis. There was no mistaking it, Darius could see the scrawny thing fighting with the fabric of his tight pants.

The orc was equally confused about the situation. Was he about to fuck this sluttish elf boy? Aren't the Jazri Gods against homosexuality? Will this boy find the courage to report this incident? Surely he doesn't want to be famous for fucking elven boys, he has a reputation to uphold.

"Please." Ellion's voice was exceptionally dim and high pitched. The orc could not make out if the elf was begging him to go further or begging him to leave him alone.

Darius was clearly too horny to think clearly. The best course of action was to let the elf go and relief himself in a nearby brothel. As he was considering his options the orc noticed that the room was tidy. Strange, he does not remember doing his chores. Most of his clothes were neatly folded. The dirty dish on the table was gone. Darius went to check on the kitchen. It was much cleaner, and his dishes were half-way done. The bathroom Even smelled nicer!

He went back to the large room to find the barefooted elf gazing at the same spot, clearly waiting for something. It occured to Darius that the boy had ample chance to leave but didn't.

"What made you tidy the room up?"

"I..I wanted to make a good first impression. Can I please leave now?"

Darius just realized the absurdity of letting this elf go. This boy was a treasure that fell into his lap. He needed to salvage the situation and make him stay. With him around all his chores would be taken care of, maybe he can make the brat finish transcribing his book for him. The question now was how much is he willing to be treated badly?

"I will let you go if you apologize."

Ellion was so unsure of himself. Apologizing would bruise his ego but his body would be free. Not apologizing would have him experience further abuse, but it will protect his dignity.

Something about this orc's aura. It was pulling him close. He felt the need to uphold his dignity against it, no matter what happens next.

"I will not apologize. In fact it is you who should be apologizing to me for hitting me across the face." He said in a nagging bratty manner.

Darius couldn't be more happy. The barefooted elf has rejected the easy way out. He calmly went to the bed and sat down. The mattress shifted below his impressive weight. The elf boy turned to face him. His jeweled hands around his naked hips awaiting a response from the larger male. 'This bitch desperately needs a lesson in humility. I'll be doing him a favor' though Darius.

"I don't want to get this shirt sweaty" said the orc as he removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor in front of him. Ellion was not sure what he meant, but he did not focus on the orcs words as much as he focused on his now naked chiseled body. He was hairy from his pronounced abs to the base of his neck. Seeing so much hair on a real male's body made him feel even less of a man. Why am I biting my lip?

"Pick up that shirt and fold it with the rest." Said the orc. His voice was calm and authoritative.

Ellion contemplated saying no. maybe insult the orc for even suggesting something this stupid at a time like this. But he did not dare say a word. His mouth was sealed with an invisible spell. Silence filled the room. The more it lasted, the more it seemed to give weight to the orc's command. He kept admiring the large orc body from a distance. He has never seen such a masculin body before, and he wanted to see more. Try as he might he could not meet his gaze. Only for a split second he could look directly at the orc's eyes, only to lower his gaze to the ground as the hair on his neck rose. The powerful aura the orc exuded sent chills up the boy's soles and made stand on the tip of his toes.

Ellion could not bear the silence, the audacity of the request, the aura, the humiliation he experienced ... It all made him want to obey. He approached the orc and bent down to pick up the shirt.

As the bare footed cock-tease bent, Darius fought the primal urge of smacking that luscious ass of his. No, that will have to wait a little longer. He watched as the elf folded the shirt on the table in the middle of the room, giving Darius another inviting ass spectacle.

Ellion took his time, his hands were trembling, he could not fold the shirt properly for the first three attempts. Why Am I doing this? Why am I showing him my ass? He tiptoed towards the pile of clothes, painfully aware of each jiggle his ass made, placed the folded shirt with them then tiptoed back to the orc, making sure to place one foot in front of the other. Will he do it again? Just one more time? I swear if he does it I'll leave.

Darius was more than satisfied. This bitch was ripe for all kinds of bad treatment.

"Good. give me your hand." hesitantly. Ellion gave his hand to Darius. He yanked the poor boy towards him and placed his plump ass over his knee. He used his left hand to pull a handful of the boy's hair and placed his left hand just between the boy's soft thighs.

"What do you think you're doing! Stop it." the boy protested. "No stop!"

Darius dug his fingers deep between girly-boy's thighs, he could not believe how soft they felt. He caressed the boy's skin through his tight black pants, his hands slowly but surely going up towards his ass. The more he got closer the more violently the boy flayed his arms and feet, trying to set himself free of the orc, or pretending to do so. His soles accidentally brushed against the orc's huge biceps sending a tingling sensation down the little elf's spine.

In order to calm him down, Darius Jolted the boy's hair. He got the message and obediently stopped moving, his right sole was still shamelessly rubbing the large man's arms. Something about directly feeling the orc's magical aura through touch made the boy unusually submissive.

"Use your hands and slowly take off your pants." another calm order.

He's asking me to get naked? Dear god please, let me out... Darius pulled on his hair even tighter. It hurt so bad, whatever was coming to Ellion it was much better than having this brute tear off his hair. He put his face on the bed as he brought his hands slowly to his pants. He arched his back as he put two thumbs on opposing sides of his hips and slowly started pulling his pants off until they made it to his knees. How did it come to this? When Ellion could not push them further the orc violently yanked them off. He used the boy's pants as makeshift cuffs and binded the boy's arms behind his back.

Ellion understood there was no going back now. There he was, butt naked over his large roommate's knee, head down, ass up, hands bound. He understood what Darius meant about getting sweaty. This large strong orc man was about to get sweaty beating this sissy elf's bare ass into submission. It is exactly this thought that has haunted Ellion's feeble mind the moment he got whacked on the street. A desire he deeply buried in the vestiges of his mind. He bit his lips and arched his back so far it hurt.

Oh please, just do it already...

The setting sun sent its beautiful rays through the balcony illuminating the boy's ass with a beautiful orange color. Darius reveled in the beautiful sight. His ass was baby smooth, just like the rest of his skin. Its crack looked deep and inviting. On one of its cheeks was a subtle hand print, a mark from earlier that day. He buried his thumb between the boy's lush cheeks and felt his tight entrance as he grabbed the rest of his assflesh with the other fingers. He squeezed it firmly. Then he spread it, exposing The boy's pleasure hole. It had the same color as his skin. It looked so tight yet so hungry to get dicked. He has never seen such a perfect asshole before. He noticed a diamond piercing on his gouch which he fingered. Clearly causing discomfort to the boy.

Darius spat directly into the boy's entrance. It was time to inspect the goods. Darius loved fucking tight assholes. It meant more pleasure for him and less pleasure for receiving a party. However, Darius knew how well endowed he was and did not wish to have bloody intercourse. He chose his middle finger to do the inspection. He placed it right above the wet hole. He drilled only the head of his finger into the elf. The elf yelped. The little whore was surprisingly obedient. He twisted his finger feeling the boy's sphincter as it tensed and released in confusion. What is he doing with my ass? Did he put something in it? It hurts so strangely...

Darius could immediately feel Ellion's member expand on his muscled thigh.

The boy was gently pushing himself back on the orc's finger. 'Tight, too tight. Eager, too eager.' thought Darius, 'this ought to teach you.'

He suddenly thrust his entire middle finger inside the boy. His toes immediately curled and he creamed like a whore. It hurt so bad, it was cruel. The poor boy had never had anything up his ass. He was too afraid that we would like it. Oh please, do it...

The orc jokingly asked "So are you going to apologize?" A trick question, to see how much a bitch this elf really is.

"No." The elf boy answered between stifled moans.

'The boy has a finger inside his ass and he still thinks he has a choice.' Darius was amused. He had hoped for such an answer. The orc pulled his finger out of the tortured boy. He caressed his ass and said "This is going to be a long night."

Darius raised his hand. Dear lord He's gonna do it... . WHACK! The sound reverberated around the room as Ellion let out the girliest most submissive moan he had ever heard. It stung so bad, he could feel his penis naked harden even more. Before he could take in the first hit and understand his feelings, WHACK! a second blow came on his other cheek. Somehow It felt harder than the one before it. Ellion bit the bed sheets tears welling up in his eyes. WACK! Another blow came. The force of it shook his entire body. The temperature of his skin rose. He tried to cover his ass with his feet but the orc simply yanked them away and raised his hand again.

A fourth blow came. Ellion realized the mistake he made. Darius was not being gentle at all. He was setting the tone for their relationship. Deep inside he enjoyed the seductive play they had, and he had expected playful ass tapping. but this was on an entirely different level. This is Darius saying "No more play, I own you now.".

Another blow came. With each blow, the orc would pull the elf's hair tight, causing him more pain and humiliation. The poor elf was audibly crying.

"Will you apologize?" said the orc as he caressed the elf's reddened skin.

"No." Darius did not skip a beat. This time his blows increased in speed. The poor boy's ankles hurt from pointing his feet so hard. Each blow weakened his resolve and sent him deeper into unimaginable pain.

"Please Darius, be gentle ple-" An even harder smack landed on his ass. Ellion screamed his lungs out, his backside was on fire. He couldn't help but arch it a bit more for the next blow. Which came without warning.

Ellion realized that Darius was actually holding back from the start. He was increasing the strength of each blow. Ellion shuddered at the realization, realizing the worst is yet to come...

"Are you going to be my bitch roommate? You cockteasing elf faggot." He practically spat the words at the young boy as he smacked his ass some more.

Nobody had ever talked to Ellion that way. Hearing those words made him realize how cheap he actually was. He was being bent over and spanked mercilessly by a complete stranger. If he had any self respect he would not be enjoying it.

"Please I'm sorry. I swear I'm sorry. Please stop. Pleaaaaaase." Please don't stop.

Another smack. "Ohhh..." The elf boy rubbed his feet together, as he tried to endure the pain with minimal movement. Another smack. Another. Three more smacks had the sluttish boy weeping, his weak voice whispering submissively "I'm sorry" after each blow.

"You're sorry? We haven't even started yet." said Darius as he freed his left hand from the boy's hair and grabbed a pillow from the bed. He placed it under Ellion's belly. This position was more comfortable for Darius and less comfortable for the beaten crying Elf. His ass was even more exposed now and well positioned for a proper punishment. Worse still Darius grabbed the head of his cocklette and pulled it behind his thighs. Now All of Ellion's shame was exposed for Darius to play with.

"Such a fine bottom you have and such a fine bottom you'll be." he put his large hands on his prey's backside and pulled them to his mouth then took a large bite out of it. He wasn't gentle, his pointy orcish teeth dug deep inside of the boy's juicy ass cheek, just shy of drawing blood.

Ellion's already beaten ass couldn't handle the pain. He shrieked into the blankets and beat his legs on the bed. Whenever he thought things couldn't get even worse Darius always seems to find a way to dig his dignity and self worth deeper in the dirt.

He tried to use his feet to drive him off. The boy's feet landed on the giant orc's head. His left sole hugged the orc's ear and the other one landed on his jaw. Touching the orc's skin with his soles, Ellion could directly feel his magical aura. It overwhelmed him. It's as if he was receiving a magical spanking to his soul. The orc wasn't aware of this however.

Ellion continued to caress the orc's face with his petite feet as the monster gnawed on his flesh. His sensitive feet could feel his large jaw muscles move as they gave him painful bites on his ripe ass. All the poor elf could do is massage those powerful jaws with his tender feet as they caused him unbelievable agony. He could feel a slight tickle from playing with his orc's patchy beard and ruffled hair. God why does this feel so good?

Darius could not ignore the soft flesh playing with his face any longer. He let go of the faggot's ass and grabbed both his feet with a single hand. They were so small, so feminine, so soft... he ran his large thumb across the soles feeling their softness. When he let them go the boy's feet went back to gently caressing his face. The orc enjoyed feeling how small they were compared to his head. He opened his mouth and grabbed one foot with his teeth. He bit down hard on it while simultaneously feeling its soles on his tongue. The other foot continued to caress his goatee. The boy was clearly moaning.