"What is your name, by the way?" Wrog asked.
"I don't have one," the femboy orc confessed shyly.
"That won't do," sighed Wrog. "Hmm, let me think... to me you look like a..." He said something, but as soon as he had chosen a name, he forgot it again. A puzzled look came over Wrog.
"Master, I don't think that'll work. When I signed the school's blood contract, the gremlin did something that made me nameless. I think there's a magical influence that prevents me from having a name.
"Damn. That's some powerful curses you've got on you. A naked curse, a nameless curse, and now a orc femboy transformation curse that's also making you submissive to me." Wrog scratched his head. The naked femboy bit his pail green lips lustfully and swayed in front of his giant orc room mate.
"I don't mind, Master. Please just think of me as your sex toy. All I want is to pleasure you."
"No, I need to call you something..." Wrog said, thinking. An idea came to the nameless femboy.
"How about instead of a name, you could refer to me as an object. Like your bed doesn't have a name, but you can still call it a bed." Wrog considered it.
"Alright. I'll call you Toy, since you are my sex toy after all." Toy beamed a cute fang toothed smile.
"Thank you Master! I'll always remember my purpose when ever I'm addressed."
"Good Toy," Wrog said, petting the living sex toy's hair. A shiver ran down Toy's spine. Then alarm. His poor master must be so turned on by all this. Especially with his sex curse causing him constant arousal. What was Toy doing just standing there!? Toy quickly went to work, getting his master's huge Orc cock out of his pants and starting to slurp it like his life depended on it. Wrog rolled back his head and groaned with pleasure. This was the life. He took hold of the back of the femboy's head and shoved his thick cock all the way down his sex toy's tight throat. It felt even better than before Toy's transformation. Toy's throat swelled to fit the angry green orc meat. He was choking, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Wrog was feeling wonderful. His own tiny femboy orc dick was stiff as a rock, but Toy ignored it completely. His own pleasure didn't matter. For once, he was actually glad for the chastity force field around it, preventing him from having orgasms or any stimulation to his penis. There was only one penis that mattered now. His master's cock.
Wrog spent the rest of the evening fucking his brand new sex toy. The toy didn't cum a single time, but didn't complain at all. Instead just showing incredible gratitude at being allowed to take his owners cum inside himself. They only paused between bed breaking fucking for Wrog to slap his toy's ass and order him to go make dinner. The toy did an amazing job on the meal, but didn't partake. Instead he spend the entire dinner under the table, slurping from Wrog's cock. Cum was all he needed or wanted.
"I've got class soon. And as I understand it, so do you." Toy looked up from between his Master's legs with puppy dog eyes that started to brim with tears. He reluctantly pulled his head back off Wrog's anaconda with a wet slurp, to speak.
"But Master, you're still horny. I have to serve you," Toy begged, licking beads of pre-cum off Wrog's tip. Wrog moaned.
"I know, but this is what's best for the both of us. I know you have to stay naked and that you're very shy, but you also have to follow my orders." Wrog wiped his mouth and stood up. "I order you to go to your class and do your best."