NT veRse 10 - Orcs vs - Gensurren

The moment Gary left the train after the strange masked Orc dropped a phone in his lap he felt different. He had been a bit... Excited while looking at some photos posted to a particular site that he should not have been looking at. The image of the fat naked Orc interjected into his time staring at those, but even after the phone was removed he still felt curious. At least, that is what he would think of it as. But curiosity was more of a cope; in reality he was quite obsessed with the imagery. It did not just coincide with when he was excited on the train. When he thought about it after, it seemed to trigger it in the same way looking at those pictures of women did before.

The moment he got home he ignored his mother and tried to shake off whatever he was feeling but minutes, then hours went by until he was finally up past 1 AM thinking about the encounter and the image. He cursed under his breath and rubbed his eyes as he slid out of bed. He clicked the button on his computer. His two screens lit up the dark room.
“This is stupid.” He told himself.
“I'm just anxious.” It was a strange situation. He never thought that among the girls he took the train with he would be the only one with a story about a perv targeting him. But he knew Orcs were weird like that. He heard stories from his father fighting in Warren. Over there they did not care what someone was.

He input the pass key on his computer and stared up at the facial recognition. Once confirmed the desktop background filled the screen. It was a racy image of two naked girls sitting back to back with their spines arched and their legs up. Behind them was an emblem for the game he played most often. Leap of Legends. It was the combination of hobby and sexual interest that encompassed most male desktop backgrounds. Gary stared at it for a second. It was fine to him. It felt roughly the same as usual.
“Alright. I know I'm not weird.” he muttered as he typed 'Orc' into a search bar only to get a bunch of results showing fighters from Warren, famous Orcs and political figures.
“Obviously.” He sighed, turning safe search off. It became more weighted towards war footage. The graphic kind.

“Actually gonna make me do this?” He muttered, scrolling down the page with no luck. He gave in and added the word 'body.' to the bar.

Gary covered his mouth as the images changed to both muscular and dumpy examples of Orc men. Pictures taken in the mirror of a bathroom with a shirt off. Profile selfies. Porn site adverts. He just wanted some to prove a point but there was far more than he would've expected. He stared at one that was similar to the image that fell in his lap. A basic selfie. He gulped, finding himself getting excited the same way he would if he were looking at a picture of an attractive woman.
“No no no... This.” He held his head in his hands.
“I'm just tired.” Even though he tried to suggest that to himself, he was revved up and ready to go. He leaned back in his chair and switched over to something that he would normally be interested in. It was fine, he felt fine. He could feel himself being interested as he forced it, but it was not what was fresh on his mind.

Out of curiosity, with no one to judge him but himself, he looked at Orc tags on the site while hiding the images so he could just read through them to get an idea.
“Orc Sex. Orc Male. Orc... Female.” He clicked that one and looked at the results. Mercifully it was a lot of stuff he liked. Attractive women of varying races. He read that the tag was for girls that identified as, or converted to being Orc. It was something he would normally find disgusting. He looked at the most popular and found more tags displayed prominently on the side of the video.
“Gensurren?” He picked it out as being an odd word. Most tags were abbreviations, so it was not odd in that respect. He simply did not know what it meant. He clicked it and pulled up a lot of thumbnails of normal-looking men of varying races. Gary haphazardly clicked the first link of a relatively good looking human male.

*

“Hey guys! Today's video is a doozy! We decided for all of your entertainment we'd try a Gensurren challenge.”

Another equally attractive man jumped into frame. “We invited a local Orc religious leader to LIVE with us for a whole week! This guy claims Gensurren is real and he can have anyone doing it in even less time than a week!”

The other man stepped forward. “We know it's not gonna work but it should make great content for the week learning how an Orc Shaman lives! Tell us what you think in the comments, though.”

The video cut to black and text appeared on screen showing 'One Week Later'

Gary gasped as the jarring cut then lead to a large Orc man pushing his cock down a gagging woman's throat. She looked similar to the first male. The second, with a similar hair color, was licking his taint from behind while moaning. The two girls were what Gary would think are conventionally attractive.

*

“Gotta be fake. The hell? Did they get surgery?” He looked up the tag and read it with a furrowed brow.
“Gensurren. Abbreviation of 'Gender Surrender' is a fetish that encompasses most situations where an otherwise normal, straight male with no hints of CIS is made to accept alternative gender roles against their current norms. Typically associated with Orcs and other Orc-related topics...” He looked over sub-categories such as 'paid-Gensurren', 'forced', 'manipulated.' He highlighted the paid category and found a street video.

*

In the video a woman with a large Orc man approached an elven man on the street. He regarded the couple uncomfortably. The woman pushed a microphone in front of the elf's face and asked.
“How much would it cost for you to swear you are a woman today and become this man's wife?” She motioned up at the Orc.

The elf shook his head. “No money. No cost.” He looked offended and ready to leave.

“Ten thousand?” She asked.

“No.” The elf laughed it off. His brow furrowed deeply as he crossed his arms.

“One hundred?”

“I make that in a year, but still no. I'm not going to-”

“For one million.” She offered while looking at the Camera, wiggling her thin eyebrows.

“You don't have one million.” The elf argued.

“Not 'do we have it.' Would you?” She pressed him.

“You don't have it.” He repeated, looking antsy, like he had been caught out in the interview.

“If we had it, what then?”

“Show it to me, show me the one million.” He demanded.

“Well-”

“That's what I thought.” The elf began walking away quickly. The woman just as quickly intercepted him and held up a phone.
“This is my friends bank account information.” It was blurred, of course, but the elf reacted as though it was real.

“Uhm.” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at the Orc.
“One million? For how long?”

“See, see?” She said in Orcish with subtitles to tell Gary what she was saying.
“The elf starts strong but is negotiating, now. This is typical of non-Orc men.” She swapped back to Tryskan.
“Permanent.”

“Do I even get to spend it if I'm married to an Orc?”

“You live in a modern society, Sir. How do you think your husband will stop you from spending your own money, let alone his?” She winked at the Camera.

The elf looked hesitant. He cracked a smile. “You serious? This isn't a prank?”

“Not a prank, sir.”

“O-okay. Let's do it. Show me the money.”

*

There was a sudden cut to an image of the elf holding forms in one hand with a signature scrawled over them. The Orc man from the video was holding the new Orc woman tightly to his body. It was such a basic video with barely anything in it, but Gary was hard just at the thought of it. The implication. He went on. The forced tag was full of slide shows coupled with guide erotica that apparently told Orc men how to convert men against their will. But there was also more to it than that. He found a page that had stuff which was similar to the war footage from before, just titled 'Platoon-wide Gensurren in Progress.' It showed pictures of several soldiers, then attached to those were slideshows of them holding up their information while their body was changed over time. Their demeanor, too. Slowly from being unhappy, caged and muscular to soft, then as if rounding the bell curve they became bashful, then hopeful, then quite satisfied. Gary gulped. It was a bit too close to home, but it was also incredibly hot according to his twitching member.
“W-what the fuck?”
“I would never do this shit...” He returned to the definition page and accidentally read a part that stated. 'Gensurren is characterized by the lack of willingness or prior thought to transition. Those that enjoy this tag tent to prefer such feelings to be strong in those subjected to it.'

“Right?” He asked himself to no answer.