Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:10:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Thoby Andover <thobyandover@y7mail.com>
Subject: Harnessed Bucks: Part 2

Copyright 2009 by the author.

The story contains some nasty bondage in a fantasy setting, as well as
explicit man-to-man sex.

Thank you to those who responded to part 1. Comments much appreciated.
thobyandover@y7mail.com

***HARNESSED BUCKS***

Being a continuation of the account of the harnessing of six prime younkers
by the Corsair Army, and the way in which they were used.

PART THE SECOND

The diligent reader will have learned how, at the closure of the first day
of our captivity, we were placed together in a tiny prison-slot, each man
locked into an individual neck-to-nuts harness described in the previous
chapter.

As I have stated in that chapter, we remained there for a very long time,
and as it was pitch dark and cold, we had no clue as to the setting or the
rising of the sun, nor any inkling as to when we might be released from our
strict confines or whether, indeed, we had been placed there and forgotten,
for there was heavy silence apart from our voices and all about was stone
and iron.  I slept several times and each time was awoken by the writhing
and agitation of my fellows, and once by Luk's pulsing cockshaft which had
entered my rearward passage again.

We stood thus, in our own piss and shit until the soldiers came to see us
released.  Our legs were indeed sore and our countenances dejected and our
bodies filthy with stinking slime.  Water was given us, along with a small
loaf of sour black bread, each of which we fell upon eagerly and devoured.
Then we were taken back upstairs to the compound where morning sun stung
our eyes, and buckets of water were used to sluice us of our bodily filth.
Although we were pleased to be released from our horrid prison, my belly
was nonetheless filled with an uneasy feeling as to the prospect of what
our captors may have in store for us.  We made to obey their orders
instantly they were given, and had not forgotten to shout "YES SIR," at
every juncture, and we stood again on the coloured tiles, our heavy
harnesses holding us erect and our schlongs and ballsacks dangling
shamefully from the cockbuckles.

As we stood, bade to silence, the Corsair soldiers found cause to surround
us and to joke and laugh, and some of my fellows, Willard and Riace, did
suffer the indignity of exhibiting their penises erect.  I could tell this
from the nature of the soldiers' joking (for I was reluctant to look
sideways at my fellows lest the soldiers become displeased).  When this
happened, my thoughts went to my own exposed schlong, and it did begin to
twitch and grow, and then the mirth was directed at myself also.  My cock
stayed extremely hard against the leather strap running up my belly and
would not go down, no matter how I wanted it to, and since I was the
youngest and, as I have said, the most lithe of appearance among my
fellows, I did attract the most attention of the soldiers, and much leering
and slobbering was directed at me.  Some soldiers were behind, and I did
hear them postulating that my rump was the smallest and hardest of my
fellows, and that it would be a fine thing for such a rump to be plowed by
them, and it was obvious that I was meant to overhear this discussion and
be discomforted, which I was.  And because of my upstanding cock, other
soldiers did surmise that I could not wait for such an event to occur.
Since we were not allowed to say anything at all, we stood in the sun and
endured these remarks, and about ten or twenty very young apprentices were
brought to look at us.  At first these apprentices did stare most intently
and then, in short order, they sniggered and found mirth amongst
themselves.  Also too, were female prostitutes employed by the Corsair Army
brought, and young men dressed in feminine attire with their faces painted,
and quite a many people who found us an object of curiosity.

"Nice cock!" said one soldier to my face.

"This one's the prettiest, that one's the ugliest," said a painted hag.

"This one has the biggest schlong, that one the smallest," said a boy,
laughing with his fellows.

"Congratulations on having the most pleasant and attractive of thighs and
the hardest of asses," said a young man in feminine attire, and he came to
me and gave my buttocks a friendly pat.  "Like sculpted marble," he said to
his companions.

A particularly bothersome and infuriating young boy began running to each
of us in turn and said to each man with some measure of glee; "you're
naked!" and he repeated this gesture over and over again as if the fact he
stated did surprise him repeatedly, and he did this so many times,
increasing my humiliation and anger so that I did adjudge him to be a
juvenile delinquent, and did want to kick him.

It is my duty to inform you that for every indignity inflicted upon the
derelict cadet who is taken by the Corsair Army, there will be more
suffering and outrageous indignities to follow, and this fact will be amply
illustrated to you when I describe the next thing that was done to us, for
Bron was taken into a nearby shed and the other five of us were filled with
horror and dread when we heard his piteous yells from within.  Bron did
protest loudly about whatever was being done to him, his voice at such a
volume that the shed appeared to shake.  Our alarm was increased, of
course, by our not knowing, or having any idea, about whatever terrible
thing was occurring to him.  It took a long time and Bron's wails of dismay
did continue, and it slowly became obvious to me that he was being fucked
violently by a series of large cocks or rigid tools, for the soldiers and
boys and prostitutes and mixture of people who surrounded us made many
remarks hinting at the nature of the punishment being dispensed within the
shed.

"Your fellow is plowed with the largest of prongs of the Corsair Army,"
seemed to be the nature of the content of these remarks, or words to that
effect.  And when Bron emerged from the shed, his countenance seemed
puzzling and ominous.  His wrists were again manacled behind his head to
his collar, raising his arms and showing his armpits just as the day
previous.  The other thing raised was his prong, also pointing upward and
as unbending as a pole.  Bron did prance and jump as the soldiers goaded
him along, and the expression on his face was one of severe disturbance and
concern, and presently we did see the cause of his prancing and his posture
and his distressed expression.

A new device had been added to Bron's harness, and this was another leather
belt extending from the rear of his collar down his back, and ending just
above his butt-crack.  Here, the belt was joined with an iron bit which
went between his bum-cheeks, and while it is true that I could not discern
exactly where this iron bit did end or how it did perform its purpose, it
did not take much thought on my part to guess that Bron's hole was violated
with an instrument designed for that purpose.  Such was the nature of his
countenance and the manner of his vocal expressions.

Subsequently, the offensive tool buried in Bron's rearward hole and his
up-extended elbows held by his hands manacled behind his head did make it
appear that he had begun to cast a fishing rod, and when he leant back to
make the cast, the hook had become stuck in his ass, and now he could not
extricate himself from his regrettable situation.  At this juncture, it
became difficult to believe that the Corsairs had invented such an
ingenious accessory to supplement the cruelty of the man-leash previously
described and which by now we were more familiar than we were pleased to
be.  For now, we saw that not only a man's wrists, neck, and balls could be
so viciously held, but also his anus penetrated, and still his feet were
free in order that he may tire himself following orders.

Bron pranced over to his coloured tile to take his position, as before,
beside us, and the rest of us were filled with surprise at his condition,
but more so, we were filled with dismay, for of course we knew that the
same thing would be done to all of us, as indeed it was.  Each of us was
taken in turn into the shed and each of us did emit a series of howls and
wails similar to which Bron had emitted, and when it was my turn, I became
acquainted with the distasteful details of what was awaiting me inside that
shed, and thus I was furnished with the elements of which it is my duty to
report as the following narrative.

There was a heavy wooden table with iron manacles fixed to its extremities,
and in these manacles I was placed so that my legs were wide apart and
secured at the ankles to the base of two table-legs.  I was bent forward
over the table so that I felt its rough surface on my belly and chest and
cheek, and my arms were outstretched and manacled at the two opposite
corners of the table.  While this was being done, the Corsairs made many
lurid remarks and before even the manacles were fixed, I felt numerous
hands exploring at my bare posterior, for it presented itself expediently
to them due to my degrading position, that is, bent over face-down and
manacled spread-eagled to the heavy wooden table.  I squirmed and rattled
the manacles and strained to adjust my position so as to accommodate the
leather leash at my front, as the soldiers laughed and said; "Grease the
hole, spunk-boy!  You know what you're getting, and you know where you're
getting it!"

I flattened my belly against the table and struggled, but I had little
latitude for movement and my arse and hole were essentially immobilized at
the table's edge.  It is my sorry duty to report that many Corsair cocks
entered me, and I could not see the face or ascertain the identity of
whichever soldier had his pole inside me at any particular time, but each
cock felt larger than the last, and they pumped me so that I had to grind
my body in return, in order to avoid being pummeled violently against the
edge of the table, and the soldiers did enjoy my grinding and writhing for
they said so, and they also enjoyed very much my cries, for I trilled in
falsetto like I choirboy as they fucked.  The fucking caused the heavy
table to bump along the floor, and presently it had to be slid, with the
naked, sweating buck chained to it, back to its correct position, and then
they fucked some more.  My proper voice deserted me completely and was
replaced entirely by the piteous yelps of a pup, and they ordered me to say
"THANK YOU SIR! THANK YOU SIR!" as I was fucked and my falsetto, choirboy
speech did cause mirth amongst them and did reinforce their opinion that I
was the prettiest amongst my fellows and therefore the most deserving of a
fucking by Corsair soldiers.

It is my duty to report that even though I knew my high-pitched squeaks
could be heard across the compound and that I had been placed in the most
disgraceful and shameful of positions, I did at that time not care.  For it
is also my duty to report that the cadet who is taken by Corsairs will do
his utmost to please his captors and will quickly lose his modesty and
dignity.  My own cock was hard and wedged at the side of the table, but my
embarrassment at such a thing had by now been discarded.

Presently the thing that was to enter my hole permanently was shown in
front of my face, and at that time I could not help but produce an
anguished groan of misery at the sight of it.  The iron bit that was to run
through my crack had a protruding tool welded to it, which was thick and
rough and covered with hot axle-fat, and at the end of it was a
course-forged ball the size of a man's fist, and when it was inserted into
my anus, it took some measure of exertion on the part of the soldiers to
get it there, and my exclamations were obscene and not at all suitable for
polite company, as well as being pitched at the falsetto for which I was
now known amongst the Corsair soldiers.

I twisted and turned in my manacles, and the person whose task it was to
introduce the iron tool into my anus performed much twisting and turning
also, and pushing, and my cries of "OOOOO!" and "AAAAA!" did continue and
become fairly constant.  It was placed fully inside me, and as can be
surmised, it was held in place, plugging me solid, by the iron bit attached
to a leather strap running down my back in the same fashion as my fellows
which I had observed previously.  The bit was attached at the other end
between my legs to my cockshackle.

My arms were bent back over my head so that my wrists could be manacled
again behind my head, and again, I presented my armpits to whomsoever I
faced, and the belt running down my back was tautened until I arched and my
arms folded back as far as they could possibly go.  I pranced and danced
and produced numerous exclamation of; "OH! OH! OH!"

"Dance and sing like a faggot, Spunk Boy!" said the soldiers loudly.  My
instinct was to jump up, raising my knees highly, in an attempt to escape
the tool filling me from behind, but of course this achieved nothing except
to wedge it into my hole more forcefully.  The pressure inside my hole
caused my cock to be swollen solid and upstanding, and then a regrettable
thing happened.  Without warning I came, and powerful spurts of my jism did
shoot upwards as high as my head, splashing upon my face and also arcing up
to a yard away.  I did moan most piteously, and the soldiers were moved to
even more glee.

"LICK IT UP, SPUNK BOY!  LICK UP EVERY LAST DROP!"  They ordered.  And so I
did somehow get down on my knees with the iron tool in my arse and my arms
back over my head and did follow their orders explicitly.  And in doing so
I did slurp and suck upon the dirty floor and swallow my jellied spunk.
The soldiers directed me by grasping my hair and dragging me to every place
on the floor which required my tongue, and I did lick most assiduously and
attentively in order not to receive punishment.  And when the soldiers were
satisfied that I had swallowed my entire load, they did drag me to my feet
again.

I was ordered outside to rejoin my companions, and I did race to obey, even
though I felt fully a terrible shame in being presented before many people
in such a state.  The thoughtful cadet should consider most carefully the
shameful sight of us at that moment.  Six naked youths, each fully and
conspicuously erect, each wiggling and jigging in place with his back
arched, elbows aloft, and each with a rude utensil in his rearward hole.  I
did involuntarily swivel and turn like a harlot dancer, such was my
discomfort, and our boots did thump on the specially coloured tiles and our
hoots and grunts did elicit a certain amount of gaiety amongst our varied
audience.

Some more leather pieces did appear, and these pieces were already familiar
to us, and therefore did cause us much dismay, for these were the short
lengths which had attached us one behind the other, neck-to-neck, the
previous day.  These were fixed upon us and once again were configured in
file, forced to follow and unable to divert from wherever the naked line-up
may be led.  We were hauled from the compound into the town.  Again, I
jumped to follow the leash as to minimize its wrenching and discomfort.
The tool in my arse did cause me to dance and jig, and the leash drew me
forward into a raucous throng.  Here, many hands were on me and these hands
did exhibit the rudeness and lack of modesty we had come to expect at the
hands of the Corsairs.

In a central square of the town there was an ominous sight for us to
behold.  Raised on a wooden platform were six sets of wooden pillories,
arranged in a row, and as the attentive reader will know, it is among the
habits of the Corsairs to never restrain their captives in an ordinary way,
but to always confine them in such a way as to produce the maximum
humiliation and discomfort, and so it was with much disappointment, but not
surprise, that we saw the evil design of these wretched pillories.

A punishment in our own legions will be performed with a pillory of the
traditional construction, with three openings in a yoke, one for a man's
neck and the others for his hands.  The Corsairs had invented a much
smaller yoke with only one hole about the size of a penny bit, and the
yokes were fixed at waist height, and so we knew when we laid eyes upon the
vile devices that they were intended to hold a man by his appendages.

On the platform, I had to mount small cutouts in a pair of wooden poles
supporting the yoke, where only my toes would fit, so that my legs were
wide apart and my heels suspended six inches above the stage.  The top of
the short poles were fitted between with the wooden cock-yoke, and in order
for my schlong and balls to reach the hole, I found that I must keep my
toes in the cutouts, pushing upwards.  The sizeable crowd became very
interested and I cannot remember without a considerable amount of shame how
this crowd watched as my balls were roughly handled and loaded onto the
contraption.  The hinged upper piece of the apparatus folded down upon me
and locked with a large padlock, and I was held, my nutsac encircled both
by the leash-shackle and now, the man-pillory.  My legs, very wide apart,
strained to keep my body as raised up and as straight as I could manage,
for the cock-yoke was heavy and tight, and any movement on my part made
great distress.  Only by remaining on tippy toes could I ease the strain at
the base of my scrotum and, with my arms uplifted, I presented my schlong
to the crowd, dangling as it did through the wooden parody of a glory-hole.
We writhed and grunted and sweated, unable to relax our legs or our arms,
and at that moment I did marvel at the ingenuity of the Corsair Army in its
ability to devise such a punishment for its captives.

A bucket of fresh shit was upended over my head, and the soldiers did
vacate the wooden platform, holding their noses in mock disgust at the
stink.  Jeers were directed at us, as were some articles of rotten fruit.
I writhed and grunted and sweated some more, and my balls were indeed sore
in their heavy wooden vice, and the iron tool in my arse did work its way
further in, and my body, streaming with shit and buzzing with flies, did
itch tremendously all over.  Each of us contrived to find the least
discomforting position in which to remain, and presently each of us found
that only by arching backwards as far as possible and staying that way,
could we maintain a tolerable condition and reduce the strain on our arms,
and only by holding ourselves as high as we could on our toes, would the
wooden yokes afford the least amount of suffering.  Still, we twisted and
moved.  Our appearance would have been at once both absurd and sobering;
the six hefty younkers mounted in a row, pilloried by their bollocks.

And so we remained the way I have described throughout the day, drawing a
great deal of interest from the crowd.  I found it convenient to affix my
stare straight ahead and focus on a distant mountain peak in order keep my
mind away from the terrible ache in my legs and the taunts of various
members of the assembled spectators.  Every second seemed a minute and
every minute seemed an hour, and I did hear some among my fellows beside me
blubbing and wailing in their misery, and I did call out to them to stop
crying like babies and to face their predicament as men would, in a manner
worthy of our division.  Nevertheless, I do surely regret to report that I
and my fellows did spend this day in Hell, and many among the men and women
who saw us did express sympathy through their words and their countenances.

The sun did shine on us and did dry the shit on our bodies, but our sweat
renewed again the stink of the dung.  At length, some members of the crowd
did come onto the platform for various purposes.  First, a woman did bring
a saucepan of water and did allow us to drink, holding the saucepan to our
lips one by one, and I was indeed thankful and did gulp as much water as I
could, and at this point, I did feel as if I had been pilloried and
restrained in the sun for many an hour, and grown extremely thirsty, even
though the position of the sun did inform me that I had not passed one hour
yoked.

The letter `P' was painted large on each younker's breast, anointing us and
informing those about us that we were `punks' and were to be used
accordingly, and a leering man did apply himself to the task of pinching my
nipples cruelly, but he did so without any success in causing me to cry out
or utter a sound, for I did resolve to remain silent.  Hours passed, and I
cannot accurately report how it was that we managed to tolerate our
circumstances.  The sun did beat down upon our heads and did make us
parched and dry and I did lick greedily for any drop of sweat which may
have fallen upon my tongue until we were again given a meager amount of
water.

More people came onto the platform to inspect us more carefully, for the
stink of the shit on us had receded somewhat due to the sun's rays, and we
did constantly fear each moment that another unholy and unimagined torment
or humiliation would be visited upon us.  Hard pinch-clamps were put on my
nipples, and these were twisted by anyone wishing to do so, and again I
refused to cry out.  The leather belt running from my collar down my back
to the bit in my crack was pulled and yanked repeatedly and viciously,
causing me to twist and rotate in the yoke and to be constantly reminded of
the tool in my rearward passage, and my distended asshole did sincerely
believe that it would forever remain filled with that fist-sized steel
ball.  My penis and balls were handled rudely by young and old and did
become swollen and sore fastened in the yoke.  Because I had failed to make
a noise or protest previously, a hag approached me with a switch of green,
flexible willow and applied it most regretfully to my poor, restrained
cock, and this most grievous event was repeated, and finally I did howl in
anguish and outrage, my meat unable to be withdrawn from the stinging lash,
and at this moment I did surmise I had been cursed by the Devil and that
the laughing hag was his wife.  Similar things were done to my fellows and
I heard Luc shouting to us loudly to show courage and to not give pleasure
to our torturers by wailing, sobbing, or weeping for their satisfaction.
Then Triss did begin to curse Luc and in turn was told to desist his
cowardly shouting by Riace.  And then I did join the conversation,
exclaiming to the hag with the switch that she should apply the green
stripling to the meat of Triss rather than my own, and a square wooden
block was shoved between my teeth and wrapped there with cord around my
ears and head and I exclaimed no more, and the hag again whipped my hanging
meat.

As the sun was approximately overhead, soldiers returned with keys, and
during the following events I did attempt to make my thoughts blank so as
to make myself stoic and to take courage.  The rearward leather was removed
and the iron instruments removed from our asses, and as this was done, my
bowel did feel as if it were performing the most strenuous task of its
career and I did worry to the utmost that it would be permanently damaged
and that I would never be able to shit again.  After my ass was empty,
there did seem to be a cavernous hole in my rear.  Buckets of water were
thrown over us to make the soldiers' work less disgusting.  Our wrists
remained manacled behind our necks and the wooden block did remain in my
mouth, and immediately, the fucking began.

With my jaw propped open by the block rendering me silent, I could do
naught but brace myself hard into the wooden yoke before me.  Men argued as
to who would enter me next and as to who would have their turn before whom,
and as one man finished, he dismounted a small stool placed behind me, and
another mounted the stool and began, and when one group of men had fully
satisfied themselves after much time, another group formed themselves into
a sort of queue, and as I was the youngest and most like a boy, the longest
queues and the most vehement arguments took place behind me.  With each
fucking, a new man grunted into my ear and relieved his passion into my
hole, and each new man did put his hands about my body.  Some twisted the
nip-clamps as they fucked, and some took hold of my hair, bending me
backwards and this way and that, accommodating their cocks in my rearward
orifice.  Meanwhile, I bucked and shuddered against the brace of the yoke,
stretching and straining my balls.

All afternoon the fucking continued.  And as I was fucked, I did see in the
crowd before me the face of a handsome lad, about my own age, and while it
may seem inexplicable that I might concentrate my eyes on one face among
many while my arse-fucking continued, I was thankful that the lad did also
look up at me unwaveringly with brown eyes which conveyed much concern and
pity.  From this, the reader will discern that I did find the face of this
lad most comely, which is so, but I did also suffer much pain and
embarrassment on being presented in such a state not only to the crowd as a
whole, but to this lad in particular, and I found in his eyes the source of
much confusion in my mind.  I did contemplate most earnestly what he should
think upon sighting me; a naked buck, legs spread and mounted on a public
man-yoke, mouth stoppered and arms folded back and fixed to my harness.  We
did fix upon each other's gaze, he with his brown eyes staring up, and
myself with my jammed mouth and secured cock, and our mutual stare did seem
to contain some measure of meaning between us which, in my disgraceful
state, I did contemplate some measure of shame.  Nevertheless, my eyes did
remain locked with his, and he did not move away as others in the crowd
did, and he stayed put on the spot where he did stand and was not
distracted from me.

Late in the afternoon, a man with keys came, and soldiers, and as our yokes
were released and our sorely punished organs unheld, we did fall to the
wooden platform.  My legs were as water, having held me upright from my
toes in the cutouts all day long.  My nipple-clamps did hurt most
grievously when they were removed, and when the block of wood in my mouth
was extracted I did groan, despite my tongue being depressed flat and my
jaw being achingly distended.  We could hardly walk or voice our
complaints, but the soldiers drew us to our feet by our harnesses without
mind of our tired state, and we were again fixed to each other in our
close-tethered line, and though it did seem impossible that we were capable
of standing, never mind running in timed formation, that is what we were
forced to do.

We tried to drag backwards on our leash, hoping the Corsair soldiers would
permit us a slow shuffle, but the horse to which were attached was drawn
along at a trot, and the ring-bolts did snatch at our cocks and cause us to
boogie at pace, and as I was hauled back toward the compound in cadence
with my fellows. I did see again the attractive lad to whom I have
previously referred and we did again catch each other's eyes, and I could
not help but wonder at what strange emotion did pass between us.

When our arms were released from our collars in the compound, we did groan
again in relief, for we had held our elbows high all the day, our wrists
fastened behind our necks, and in this unnatural state our sorry arms did
ache with much fatigue.  The Corsair soldiers did intend us no relaxation,
however, and we six bucks were ordered to work.

Shod in our boots and clasped in our man-harnesses, we did scrape and scrub
at the compounds flagstones with one worn brush between us and one
unseaworthy bucket.  The misery of the day spent with my balls yoked in a
public place and my ass-hole plugged with a horrid tool and my legs spread
wide in the toe-hold cutouts of the pillory had not left me, and I did try
to not think about the shame I had endured.  I scrubbed at the flagstones
on all fours with a handful of straw, knowing that I must clean them
thoroughly, and my bare ass did wave in the air and my balls and schlong
did dangle between my legs like those of a pony, and my buckled nuts and
neck and their connecting leather strap did make me arch persistently.

We worked until the sun went down and long after, for the stone compound
was large enough and the requirements of the Corsairs stringent enough that
six prisoners on hands and knees must work assiduously without rest.  When
the compound had been cleaned and the six fatigued younkers assembled in a
row on the coloured squares, we were given our daily ration.  A bowl of
water and a loaf of green-moulded black bread was fed us, and I did
hungrily dispose of this feast and I ate with much abandon, weevils and
all, and then we were put to work again.

Latrine blocks had to be made clean, and I did wash a row of filthy
commodes with my spit and my bare hands, and by that time it was very late
at night.  After this was done I did attend the latrine floors on my hands
and knees, scraping dirt from between the tiles with a piece of broken
pottery, and as I did this I did close my eyes and fall asleep, but somehow
I did continue to work, sleeping and toiling, as some men and women are
said to walk about during their nocturnal hours unconscious of their
activities.

At some hour, when the moon was near the end of its nightly path and the
morning cocks were beginning to crow, it became apparent that our day was
done, and I did consider and expect that myself and my fellows would be
placed in our shithole dungeon-cell, and I did look forward to this as a
time of idyllic slumber.  But this did not occur and, instead, in the
chilled darkness of the morning air, we were assembled again in the
compound and given bowls of cold gruel, and another day of work began.

Thoby Andover
thobyandover@y7mail.com