On the internet, it's called 'The Taming'. The muscle building gym rats that talk about doing it call it the ultimate endurance challenge. Officially, the Russian Government just call it wilderness control. Whatever anyone decides it's called, it was a yearly occurrence in the cold forests of uncivilized Russia that anyone could apply for and take part in.
See, while most demi-human races have been integrated into society or have just always existed alongside us, Orcs have always had a unique existence. There are tons of them that have been civilized or just grew up with humans and other demi, but at the same time there are entire tribes that refuse to give up their barbaric ways. One such tribe lived deep in the Russian wilds and consists of exclusively females. Every spring, mating season comes upon them and they venture far from home to kidnap and drag males of all kinds back. To prevent an international incident, the Russian government decided to simply send males before anyone could injure or kill any of the wild orcs.
This is where the various titles for it come from. Orcish women are notoriously vicious and heated when it comes to mating. Unprepared captives often die from wounds or exhaustion. So naturally it became a challenge for ambitious young men to volunteer for.
Grigori Petrov stood with nineteen other men who had been chosen for this year's Taming. They were in a little makeshift a half mile from the orc tribe's camp. Two men in military outfits and am orcish woman in plain clothes were looking them over.
"Alright. This is your last chance to back out. The science boys have had a look over your charts, given you your physicals. You're all okayed to do this and you've all signed your wavers. You all know what needs to happen. Run over the hill and into the camp. Fuck every orc you can get your hands on and try to come back alive. If you're not back here in forty eight hours, we'll assume capture or death and leave you behind." One of the military men said to them.
Grigori looked down the line at the other men. Not a single one of them was under six feet tall and all of them were built to at least some extent. Grigori himself was a body builder from the east side of the country. He was a head taller than the rest, weighing better than three hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. He had some Ogre on his dad's side of the family and it gave him a predisposition for being huge. Of course, body size wasn't all that mattered. You had to have a certain level of virility and be at least so big. Grigori made women run in fear when he got naked, so there was no concernthere. He ran a hand over his bald head and bounced on his heels, eager to get started. This was his first time as he has only recently heard of this event.
"Strip. All of you." The orc woman said, holding up a can of paint and a brush. She was considerably smaller than the orcs they would be fucking today, probably a third generation mingling with humans. But she still retained some muscle along with her tusks and jade green skin.
Grigori raised an eyebrow but he obeyed. He pulled his shirt over his head and bared his huge barrel chest with the thick, blonde hair that covered his pecs. He was careful to fold the shirt before putting it on the table behind them. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. They were almost to his knees when his cock finally swung free. Pretty much the entire room was staring at him as he neatly folded his pants to go with his shirt.
"Wow." The orc breathed, her eyes fixed on his gigantic dick and inhumanly muscular body. Clearly he made the other guys feel at least a little self conscious but none of them showed much. They stripped quickly as well, showing off their own muscles and large cocks.
"A-alright." She swallowed, a slight emerald blush in her cheeks, "Everyone take your pills so you will have the ability to keep going time after time. They will be attempting to mount you continually."
The others picked up the little pills on the table behind them and swallowed then. Grigori picked his up and looked at it. He had never had a problem with sexual endurance, even with dozens of partners. He was intensely skeptical that he would need it.
"We're allowed to mount them first though, right?" One of the others, a large man with dark hair and a rather impressively large pair of testicles. Only after looking down did Grigori notice the vibrant red cock and dog's ears in his thick hair. That certainly explained why it looked like he had fur on his arms and legs, because he did. He was German going by his accent when speaking Russian.
"Of course. As was stated in the instructions, you must show yourselves as alphas. Even if this means violence and force in fucking them. Hold them down by their throats. Pin their hands. Brawl with them before fucking if you must." She was growing a bit heated talking about it, "Orcs naturally love very physical intercourse and most find it to be a competition of strength and endurance."
All the men were smiling and growing erect at the coming prospects. No doubt the pills helped, though Grigori still hadn't taken his. He was erect anyway though, the orc woman was very cute.
She cleared her throat and dipped a brush in her paint, "Please hold still."
She started at the other end from Grigori and began to paint the man's body with red. She made marks on his face and long stripes on his chests. She put bands around his arms and leaned down before his erection. She made a design around his waist and pelvis like a sun around his dick. She grabbed his cock and drew back his foreskin and painted his head. Then a few more stripes down his legs before standing back. "These markings will show your intention to find females to impregnate. It will make them reluctant to pick up weapons and instead see you as potential mates."
She worked her way down the line, painting up each of them in turn. Finally she reached Grigori and looked up at him. Her eyes fell on the pill he was still holding. He sighed, "I don't need this. If my endurance is extended any further, I may injure someone."
"If you don't take it, we can't let you go down there. I don't care how ballsy you think you are." One of the military said.
The orc looked at him with impatient eyes. They were eyes he could see desire smoldering behind. He sighed and popped the pill. In moments it took hold and heat filled his huge testicles. She quickly set to painting him. Though she took a little extra time, making sure he was detailed and perfect, to the point of even running a thin line down the top of his massive cock. It was as big as many of the other men's arms, so she had little issue.
"O-okay." She breathed, reluctantly turning from him, "They're ready."
"Good. Head out the front door. Follow the markers on the trees. They'll lead to to the camp. Don't be pussies about it. Scream a battlecry and charge the camp. Tackle one of them and start fucking before they can respond. It'll go better for the lot of you. The hornier they are, the more likely you survive and an assault by huge dicked men have never failed to get them off." The man said, pulling back the tent flap.
A cool spring breeze wafted past their naked bodies and they headed out in only shoes. The markings on the trees were clear as they walked. Arrows pointing down a rough old path.
One of the guys chuckled, "Man, how awesome is this? We get to come in here and fuck some horny natives until they pass out."
"Yeah, man. I've needed this so bad. If I don't cum ten times a day, I can't function." Another boasted.
The dog-man snorted, "Sure you do. We'll see who gets the most pussy. The lot of you don't know anything about playing the alpha. Remember the name, Kurt Heinrich. The lot of those orcs will be moaning it."
Grigori stayed quiet. He couldn't deny his excitement for this, but he was here to take the challenge and see if he could pit his ogre blood against that of feral orcs.
They topped the last hill and the trees broke out onto a windblown plain. In the center were a dozen huts built around a few large bonfires. The wild orcish women gathered around them, shamelessly naked and quite amazing to take in. Each and every one of them was taller than seven feet in height and they were thick with muscle as well as stacked with tits and ass. They had deep olive green skin and were all sporting long, thick manes of black hair and fair faces with thick tusks. Any one of them could probably wrestle a bear without thinking anything of it.
"Ready guys?" One of the men said, looking at them, "We split into groups of three for each bonfire. Looks to be about three or four per group. Some of you can handle two, right?"
"Heh." Grigori snorted, starting down the hill alone.
Kurt and the boasting man joined him, "Yea, my name's Jeff. I'll take whoever you guys can't finish."
