Zharvakko the Witch Doctor was out in the wilderness looking for something. Or rather, someone. His friend Dazzle had told him that there was a certain someone that had gotten stuck and needed help and Zharvakko could only guess what had happen when Dazzle gave him a suggestive wink when he told him about it. Thinking that Dazzle and Huskar had been fighting again, Zhavakko headed out to sort out whatever mess they had made out. After all, that was what friends were for he thought.

"Hmm this should be the place..." Zharvakko mused, looking around the forest he was in. "Bah... Why can't they fight thats somewhere easy to find..." The skulls that hung from his staff clackered with each step he took and the warm breeze felt good upon his almost naked body, Zharvakko would have enjoyed the walk if he didn't have a purpose. He was about to give up on the search if it wasn't for the low growls coming from the distance. It wasn't the type of growl an animal made, it was someone who was very, very angry. Zharvakko closed in carefully towards where the sounds came from, ready with unleashing a barrage of spells if it was needed. But it turned that he didn't need his spells at all. In an opening in the forest up ahead was the source of the growling sound, a red skinned man who was bound against a tree and gagged tightly, growling angerly through the gag. "Oh dear oh dear oh dear..." sighed Zharvakko and approached Jah'rakal the Troll Warlord. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" The witch doctor asked. Their eyes meet and Zharvakko could see the chaos of emotions in the other troll's eyes. Anger, embarassment, shame. Zharvakko leaned his staff against a nearby tree and examined the scene, thinking it would not be wise to unbound the man just yet. Jah'rakal was completely naked with his manhood hanging heavily between his thick legs and the cloth he was bound and gagged with seemed to resemble his own clothes. "Hmm..." Zharvakko mused, nodding as a smile slowly spread on his lips when he leaned forward. He gag was Jah'rakal's own underwear and Zharvakko could only imagine how the musky tastes it would give him, a thought that made him... Aroused. "Why do ya keep getting in trouble with your cousins like that?" he asked. None of them were exactly cousins but it was something they said now and then. "You'll never learn, will you?" Jah'rakal answered with more furious growling and his welltoned arms and legs strained hard against the tight bindings.

"Don't worry, i shall free you." said Zharvakko, leaning in again towards the knot that kept the troll's arms in check. But he stopped halfway through the motion, feeling an interesting scent intruding his nostrils. It was a scent of masculinity, one that peaked his curiousity greatly. Jah'rakal smelled like sweat and of... Huskar and Dazzle. The bound man looked at Zharvakko confused, not knowing what was going on when he suddenly changed his mind of freeing him. "Mmmfghghhh!" Jah'rakal growled as Zharvakko's hand stroked his sore ass, flinching when a finger suddenly slid into his wide open hole. "Mhmhm... I see they had some fun with ya." said Zharvakko and nodded, examining his finger. It was coated in seeds that belonged to the two men that had been here before, still warm and thick and soon, Jah'rakal would feel something hard poking against his leg.

Zharvakko was silent for a moment, thinking what he should do. But that moment only lasted for a second, it was clear to him what was needed to be done. "...I bet you got some left in ya." said Zharvakko, his smile growing wide. Jah'rakal was shaking furiously, he wanted to spit an endless stream of curse, kill the man even but he was bound and helpless. A strong shiver ran through the red skinned troll's body when the Witch doctor came in close, his damp breath licking him over his cheek. "Mmmmf..." sighed Zharvakko, pressing his warm, wet lips against Jah'rakal's cheek, kissing him softly at first. "I think i'll free you later... First i need..." The Witch doctor continued to kiss and lick Jah'rakal on his cheek, loving every sound he made in protest. He could taste how angry he was, how furious he was. Zharvakko loved it so very much.

In just a blink of an eye, Zharvakko had thrown off his skimpy little loincloth to reveal his erect manhood that was just as big and meaty as Jah'rakal's was. The bound troll looked away, breathing furiously through the gag that was Huskar's sweaty loincloth to ventilate his anger. He didn't need to see to know how large it was as Zharvakko pressed it against his own flaccid memeber that Zharvakko was working into an unwilling erection fast. "That's it my angry friend..." purred Zharvakko, grinning as he saw Jah'rakal's already spent cock growing hard again. "Stop resisting it so much... We both know you're loving it." he chuckled. When Zharvakko's hands and arms were all over Jah'rakal for hugs, kisses and tongue worship, he could feel every twitch of the red troll's muscles, how his chest beated furiously and that his bounds were keeping him in check. It felt dangerous but equally if not more, exciting to the horny Zharvakko.

The Witch Doctor wasted no time at all, he began first by undoing the bindings at Jah'rakal's feet, earning a few kicks from the angry troll. But he wouldn't be swayed and after a quick struggle, Zharvakko had grabbed a firm hold of both Jah'rakal's legs and hoisted them high up, exposing his used ass for him to take. "So good for them to... Mmm..." Zharvakko thrust himself hard and deep into Jah'rakal, making him howl in fury for being fucked a third time today. He didn't need to hold back at all, Huskar and Dazzle had done such a good job at warming Jah'rakal for him. Zharvakko began slow at first but increased his pace fast, making the previous load splash out the abused ass with distinctive sounds and run down along his own balls and thighs. It was easy to get lost in lust and excitement and Zharvakko would have if it wasn't for Jah'rakal's muffled sounds of anger and fury behind that gag. He knew the bounded man was deep down, enjoy it and that was the best of it all. Sometimes, Zharvakko spotted Jah'rakal's eyes rolling back in their sockets and he could just imagine him begging for more and if that wasn't enough, the red troll's member was hard as a rock and leaking its pre over the well groomed hair on Zharvakko's crotch.

Minutes passed by as the Witch Doctor enjoyed himself greatly, pounding Jah'rakal's ass. Zharvakko's constant motion of thrusting into the other troll had caused droplets of sweat to run down his naked body, some of it mixed with Jah'rakal's own sweat. The other troll's cheeks were completely wet after Zharvakko had kissed and licked him there constantly during the pounding motions, leaving a tingle of pleasure he did not want. Eventually, Zharvakko neither could nor wanted to hold back any longer, he had reached his limits. His pace became short and very quick, working every muscle in his body to its limit before lunging forward, pressing himself hard against Jah'rakal as the rush within came. "Nggghhh...!" Zharvakko grunted as his body became stiff when the what felt to be an enormous load of sticky seeds, pumping Jah'rakal's ass full with it. Jah'rakal was in equal ectasy almost, his eyes rolled back and his fanatic snorting had stopped. Streams of cum flooded Jah'rakal's abused hole that had already been filled twice, making a mixture of Zharvakko, Dazzle and Huskar's cum drooling out along Zharvakko's shaft and down on the ground. When the Witch Doctor was done, his face was of pure satisfaction.

He leaned in again for a kiss on Jah'rakal's cheek. "We should do this more often." he whispered. But this time, Zharvakko took off the gag over the red troll's mouth and he knew exactly what was coming for him. "I'll kill you again, and again, and again." was the first thing Jah'rakal said, his tone dripping of utter hatred. "Dwah... Don't tink ill of me." said Zharvakko, his smug smile reaching from ear to ear. "Mmmmf!" He gave one quick kiss to Jah'rakal on his lips this time before pulling out his spent shaft, causing the troll to emit a high pitched moan that certainly didn't fit his hate filled tone. Zharvakko was done here, he had been satisfied and so had Jah'rakal he thought. "Hey! You can't just leave me here! Im gonna kill you if you don't! YOU HEAR ME?!" Shouted the troll behind him. The witch doctor was busy putting on his loincloth to listen to Jah'rakal's empty threats but he wasn't going to leave him there, he wasn't that cruel. "He-Hey! Where are you going?! Come back and set me free or else i'll kill you! You hear me?!?" shouted Jah'rakal as Zharvakko walked away with a chuckle, still very satisfied. Little did Jah'rakal know that he had used a simple spell that would burn through the bindings by acid. And when Jah'rakal was free, he would also realize that the bindings had been his own clothes and he would have to walk back home naked. A thought most pleasing to Zharvakko.