You are Jonas, a 30-year-old hunter. While you were out hunting, you got ambushed and captured by a troupe of Orcs. They brought you to their orc village where this story begins...
You wake up in an unfamiliar small cell with several orcs surrounding you. The only light comes from a torch held by one orc and the only door is barred shut. You look around at your captors; they're all males, each dressed in armor made from animal skins and wearing furs. One of them stands over you holding a sword.
"I am Grolf," the well-spoken orc towering over you says. "We have been waiting for your arrival."
Grolf has a large belly and a wide mouth. His eyes are narrow slits and his nose is flat. He looks like a stereotypical orc, though he's a bit taller than most.
"Why have you taken me?" you ask him through gritted teeth, trying to hide your fear.
"To breed you, of course," Grolf replies. "You are quite a catch, after all. We have been searching for someone with your unique characteristics." Grolf steps closer to you and runs a clawed hand down your chest.
"What do you mean? What unique characteristics?" You growl.
"We've been stalking you for awhile now, and your muscles are incredibly dense," Grolf explains. "And your stamina is incredible."
"Why do you care?" you ask in confusion.
"It matters because you will be breeding our slaves to birth warriors for our armies." Grolf's face contorts into a wicked grin. "Our female slaves are always so grateful when they get pregnant. And you will be no different in your role."
Your stomach lurches at the thought of being bred by these creatures. "I'm not going to give you any children," you say defiantly.
"Oh yes, you'll be a good stud whether you like it or not." Grolf chuckles. "You are going breed our human slaves until you can't walk. We have a special room just for that. It's nice and warm."
"Stop," you whimper. "Please don't do this."
Grolf grabs your hair and pulls you back down. "Do not fight us, slave. If you want to live, you will do what we tell you."
You try to break free but you're too weak to escape. Grolf pushes you back down onto the cot and yanks your pants down. You gasp and try to cover yourself.
"Don't worry, my little stud," Grolf laughs. "You won't die before you're used. Your body is perfect for breeding."
He smacks your ass hard and you yelp in pain.
"But-" you try to say.
Grolf slams his hand over your mouth and cuts you off. "Do not speak unless I give you permission to." He moves his hand away and you lick your lips. "Now," Grolf continues, "You are our only human stud so all the women here are waiting for you. We need to get started. We'll begin with a pretty young one. She should be just about ready to ovulate."