Magic user Iwyn meeting the (orc) chieftain Zarlakk Slave Defacer.
Iwyn steps into the underground chamber, staff in hand.
The chieftain sits up a bit straighter. "You're that one, Iwyn, correct?"
"Yes?" Iwyn sits on the opposite side of the small table. "What were you needing?"
"Would you like for me to adopt you into our village?"
"Wh- What do you mean? You know I'm already in my 20s, right?"
Zarlakk shakes his head. "But from what I understand, you have no village, town or city to call home."
"That... Is correct."
"Then what are you aiming at?" Zarlakk takes a drink out of his canteen, keeping his eyes fixated on Iwyn.
"I don't quite get what you mean, sir."
"Are you just intending on traveling for your entire life?"
"I mean, yes."
"Do you not like our village?"
"Oh, no. I've liked most places I traveled to. I've actually had a few other villages like yours make this offer to me before."
As Zarlakk crosses his arms, Iwyn leans back away from him. Despite being on the opposite sides of the table, he still feels threatened.
After a long moment, Zarlakk stands up and walks around the table to him.
"I think we need to have a talk," he sits in the chair directly next to him, and grabs his wrist. He lightly pulls, but Iwyn pulls back, prompting him to pull harder. "I'm just going to explain something to you, stop pulling away."
Iwyn considers pointing his staff at him, but decides to just keep pulling against him instead. After a few more seconds of Iwyn refusing to come closer, Zarlakk shakes his head and stands up.
"Okay, I was just going to pull you next to me so I could have my arm around you, but you're forcing my hand."
Zarlakk pulls harder this time, and with his free hand pushes Iwyn down onto the table. Iwyn's heart races as Zarlakk yanks his staff out of his hand and sets it aside, before grabbing him by his legs and pushing his entire upper body onto the table.
He lifts up Iwyn's robe, exposing his backside, before spanking it.
"Ouch- Hey!" He tries to push himself upright, but Zarlakk is pressing him into the table with one hand.
Ignoring him, Zarlakk gives his rear another smack, making him jump again. He continues to smack him for a few seconds, before pulling him off the table and onto his lap.
Zarlakk pulls Iwyn in for a hug, thankfully in this motion his robe has fallen back down to keep Iwyn covered.
"Good, you're compliant now. Sorry, but you weren't giving me any chance."
Iwyn disagreed, since Zarlakk did not make it clear what he was wanting to do to him when he grabbed his wrist.
"I can only assume two things," Zarlakk secures one arm around Iwyn, keeping him pressed against his chest, and with his right hand touches his cheek. "Either you are a criminal on the run, which I doubt."
"Or?" Iwyn blushes, not used to this treatment.
"Or you simply have never known safety. You're spending the night with me, and tomorrow you can decide again if you want me for father."
"Uh what?"
"Oh right." Zarlakk chuckles. "In a village setting, the chieftain is considered the villages father, or mother in specific cases. Everyone in my village refers to me as father, including the ambassadors. Although those had a rough time becoming accustomed to that."
Zarlakk pats Iwyn's chest. "Come on, let's go retire for the night."
"Are, you uh-"
Before he can finish, Iwyn is thrown over Zarlakk's shoulder.
"No buts. Come on. I think you need to be cleaned too."
"I can clean myself perfectly fine."
"No arguing will get you out of this."
"I..." Iwyn stops barely after he starts. That spanking, however brief it was, did something to him. And hearing that he's going to be spending the night with this man is making him think other things.
When they get into Zarlakk's house, he sets Iwyn onto the side of his bath.
"Are you seriously going to do this?" Iwyn asks as Zarlakk lifts his robe up and off him, leaving him in just his shoes, which are immediately taken off too.
"Oh my god you're- OH JESUS IT'S COLD." Iwyn is dropped into the bath.
"Yes," Zarlakk dumps water over his head, and reaches for the shampoo.
Iwyn grumbles but doesn't move when the bigger orc starts to rub shampoo into his head.
"Your hair is filthy. Might have to wash it twice to be sure."
"Really?"
"Yes. Does this feel good?"
"Maybe."
"Hehe."
He hates to admit it, but he is enjoying this attention. So much that when Zarlakk starts to soap up his body, he gets lost in his thoughts until he moves down to his nether regions.
"HEY HEY HEY-" Iwyn bats his hand away. "I can do that myself."
Iwyn reaches for the soap, but Zarlakk just moves his hand further away and looks at him.