Leirbag's Staircase - Chp 1

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Halsing took a barely noticeable pause.

"You tense your arms too much-" He started, gesturing at the man's meaty biceps. "Remember Holov's First form: Thou must bend as reeds under thine magicks."

The orc walked around Tobias and grabbed him by the shoulders. He tapped the underside of his arms signaling him to raise his arms in a cross.

"Relax your fists."

Tobias blushed, his frame growing rigid at the mage's touch. Yet just as quickly, he eased himself under Halsing's grip, following his orders slow but steadily. "Like this?" he asked, crossing his arms. When his hand touched Halsing's, there was no hesitation, no recoil or twitch.

Halsing's nostrils flared open, taking in the scent of the young man. How enchanting was his smell. The scent of vigor, youth and strength emanating from those rotund muscles and that bronzed skin. How delightful it would be to press himself against Tobias, run his rough green fingers over that smooth body, taste the sweat off his neck, explore each crevice and plunge himself into his perfectly sculpted ass!

Halsing clenched his jaw. The orc froze- He had just to cover the man's mouth, grab him by the neck, pin him down and tear his clothes off. It would be easy, Tobias wouldn't probably resist. He'd be extatic to be taken, he'd moan and break under his touch. So easy, so easy to take over, change him, corrupt him.

"I am absolute will." The orc whispered under his breath. "Unbroken, unwavering, undisturbed. I am master of my world, ruler of my mind. I am absolute will." He closed his eyes.

"Yes." The orc finally took a step back and leaned on his desk. He started to gather some of the parchment.

[Take a beat.]

The human looked over his shoulder. "Sir?" he said, arms still raised in a cross. "You alright?"

Halsing rolled his shoulders trying to distract himself with the task at hand. The orc slipped a piece of parchment towards the end of the desk closer to Tobias.

"Use a Vector variation spell on this." He commanded. "Reverse the gravitation vector. Remember, relax your arms, think of the incantation and the root of the subject, in this case the parchment."

[Take a beat.]

Tobias hesitated. Taking in a deep breath, he began mumbling out the spell. Unlike his other classmates, the resonance of his spellcasting was almost palpable, such raw potential. But it lacked focus, finesse. Halsing could see it when the mage began motioning his arms. Relaxed as he had made them, there was still a stiffness in his posture. When his spell took hold, the slip of parchment fluttered up as though from an updraft rather than from a shift in gravitational forces. He winced the moment he heard it land on the floor.

"You tense up." Observed Halsing. "The expectation of failure makes you hesitate." His tone was slightly harsher than normal. The man didn't look at his pupil directly. "Fortunately ,the solution is just practice, it's just a matter of confidence-"

The orc then walked over the door and held it open for Tobias.

"The more you practice, the more confidence you will have, until even the more complex spell will become second nature to you. Your incantantions are correct and your channeling is perfectly fine- Only your form requires refinement. Keep trying."

[Take a beat.]

Silence filled the room. However brief it was, it felt like an eternity before Tobias nodded at the floor and began walking towards the door.

*Rollz*

But as Halsing's student approached, the orc noticed him mouthing out something.

Halsing clenched his jaw. It took all of his willpower to restrain his desire to give into his instincts.

If the orc had been younger, Tobias would not have left the classroom. The two would be a mess on the floor as the orc forced himself on the young man.

That thought terrified the orcish professor. It took ten long years to convince the people of this town he wasn't some mindless beast. It took even longer to convince the academy that he was deserving of his title as Arithmetitian.

One slip, just one slip would have been enough to ruin his life.

No he was better than that. He was stronger-

"Have fun at the faire." He said, closing the door behind Tobias.

After the young man had left, Halsing dropped on his chair behind the desk. He looked between his legs. He couldn't make out the bulge, but it was there. It burned him, it hurt him. His nethers were painfully bent now, restrained by the extra layers of cloth he carefully wrapped around his waist to conceal any erection.  But it was starting to smell. That damned foul stench. So potent. So intoxicating.

"I need. I need a break." Though the orc, head hanging between his hands.

"The whore-house"- he thought. He had visited the building at the outskirts of town several times. Better to go now. Discretely. Get some release and come back, refreshed.

[Take a beat.]

...

Late afternoon. The old boarding house hid in the shadow of a rocky hillock as Halsing made his way there. Red lanterns and ribbon flags decorated the place, but not as much as the lounging figures that hung about the balcony, and front porch. Men and women, most dressed in getups that left little to the imagination, roused from their languid ennui to welcome Halsing and other “wanderers” as they approached. The only ones that didn’t wink or curl a finger at the orc were the two bouncers flanking the main entrance, both armed with brass knuckles and a sword for good measure. Seeing Halsing, neither batted an eye, though the bald one of the two gave him a nod as he approached.

Shame washed Halsing's mind as he stepped into the seedy locale. Despite hiding his face with his scarf, now a makeshift hood, the guards recognized him.

Was he truly nothing but a slave to his desires? He could resist the urge for weeks, months, but ultimately his instincts would win.

"Damn this orc body." He whispered to himself, as he stared at his trembling green hands. Past them, he saw the tent he was pitching. His member was hurting now. He had to get off soon, or else he'd go mad.

-"I do this for them. For my pupils. For the school."- He thought, taking a deep breath.

The orc removed his hood and looked around. 

[Take a beat.]

Of all the concubines that Prospero's brothel had, there was only one that could keep up with an orc's libido. Sitting in the corner in front of the firepit, Garm was a giant of a man, wearing little more than sandals, vambraces, and a loincloth to small for his girth. Light danced across his oiled abs and pecs, his herculean arms hung across the frame of his couch. Sideburns black as pitch fell like waterfalls to either side of wolfish grin, dimpled chin. Even his broken nose had a charm to it, especially whenever he winked at an onlooker or would-be client. When Halsing ventured close, he gestured at the bald, tattooed man he was talking to, who nodded and slipped away.

"Hey there big fella," mused the giant, his voice rough as an avalanche. "Was wonderin' when you'd show up."

The dejected orc shifted uncomfortably as he walked towards Garm.

There he was, his help. His release. The giant had fixed him several times before, much to Halsing's chagrin. Of course, the orc enjoyed it. Loved it even, but it was the need to seek him out what tortured the orc in the first place.

"I-I need your help, again." He started, his eyes darting between the floor and the dangling loincloth. "It's worse this time."

[Take a beat.]

The giant eyed Halsing. Nodding, he rose from his seat to stand at full height with the orc. Looking him square in the eye, Garm clamped a fist around Halsing's package without warning, groping it as he scrutinized every facet of the orc's reaction. "Hmm, you ain't kiddin'," he growled. "You've got it bad, Hal. Real bad." He then moved in closer, whispering in the mage's ear. "But I know just what you need to get it all out... for a price."

Halsing pulled a small bag out of the side of his sash. His job as a teacher didn't pay that much, specially in such a small town. Garm wasn't cheap, but any price was worth keeping his sanity. And his dignity.

"Here." Said the orc, almost pleadingly. "Please, take it. Let's...Let's get it over with."