Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 21:11:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Thoby Andover <thobyandover@y7mail.com>
Subject: Harnessed Bucks 4

Copyright 2009 by the author

The story contains unsavoury bondage in a fantasy setting.

Author's note: As always, the responses have been appreciated.  Inevitably
however, "Harnessed Bucks" may at some stage run out of steam.  The story
is not strong in narrative and seems to be relying on more and more
ridiculous situations.  There are probably a few more episodes in this and
I'd very much like to know what you think.

thobyandover@y7mail.com

***HARNESSED BUCKS***

Being an episode in which the captured youths are hauled by their harnesses
to a most insalubrious duty.

PART THE FOURTH

The reader will have discerned by this fourth part of the journal the
varied conditions in which the Corsair Army keeps its prisoners.  We had
been in the hands of the Corsair soldiers and also the garrison farm-hands.
We had been pilloried on display for the populace of the Corsair settlement
and we had been used for work and also for pleasure, and all this in the
space of three days and three nights.  And if we six had had the
opportunity to discuss amongst ourselves which of these activities we
preferred and which was our favourite, I doubt that a consensus could be
reached, and I think also we would squabble among ourselves to some degree,
so diverse had been the pursuits the Corsairs had provided for us.

However, one thing had remained a constant, and the reader will already
have some idea as to what this factor could be.  The collars and
nut-harnesses had been upon us consistently, day and night, locked about
our necks and extending to shackles about our cocks and balls.  These
contraptions and our boots had been with us entirely and had been found by
the Corsairs to be necessary for our continued employment.  Our boots, by
the beginning of the fourth day, were flapping, ruined travesties of their
former selves, having ploughed a field and having run, I would adjudge,
between thirty to forty miles.

At the beginning of the fourth day I awoke after having dreamt a strange
dream.  In the dream, I had been in the latrine-block of my division and
had been engaged in the use of one of the glory-holes between the cubicles,
bored there by cadets.  Thusly, I had thrust my cock into the glory-hole to
be sucked by a man in the next-door cubicle, and my partner on the other
side had been the comely youth I have spoken about in previous chapters.
Although I could not see him, I knew this to be so, such is the strange
nature of dreams.

But my balls had somehow become entangled in the hole also, and the hole
had become tight, and bit me about my man-parts so that I was stuck there.
I did yip and yelp and pull with my hand at my organ, trying to separate it
from the glory-hole where I had so unwisely placed it, and as I awoke from
the dream, I did hear myself yipping and yelping in this same fashion, and
I gripped the tightened nutshackle which secured me in my harness.

The farmers woke us with water from a bucket, and the six bucks piled into
the bamboo cage did rub their eyes and grunt at each other, for Riace's
elbow was in Triss's mouth, and Luk's foot was in Bron's arse, and
Willard's arse was in my face, and so on.  It was at that time still dark,
and Riace did forward the observation that we had, in fact, not slept yet
and that we had been placed in the cage not one second ago, and that the
farmers who awoke us were in error and that we were still entitled to lie
in the cage and sleep.  The farmers did subsequently drag him from the cage
first and attach a leash to his collar and confine him in the familiar
configuration, with his hands manacled behind his neck, and we watched from
the cage as they dragged him about the field by the moonlight.  They
uncoiled a horsewhip and aimed it at his ass, and he did hoot and holler as
the cracking tail did find its mark, and he tried to run this way and that,
but the farmer with his leash did haul Riace to his will, and the whip did
perform its service on Riace's tail time and time again.  From seeing this
sight, we other bucks in the cage did know not to question our overseers or
raise our voice to them, and I personally did resolve to make every attempt
to avoid the whip.

The reader may surmise that I myself and my fellows had already felt the
whip on previous days, and in doing so, the reader would be correct, but
the connoisseur of the whip-cut will inform the reader that there exists a
great variance throughout the spectrum of this experience, depending on the
particular instrument and who's hands wield it.  It is my duty to report
that the person who wishes to become expert in this field should become a
captive of the Corsairs, for they will be attended to with horsewhip,
buggy-slash, riding-swipple, and other manner of the energising swish, and
so it was with Riace, who bounded about the furrowed field on his leash,
howling and making upmost noise as the leather landed upon his bare
buttocks.

Presently, we were all removed from the cage, and we were told by the
farming-men that we must run back to the garrison town very fast and report
immediately to the town's shit-farm, for their field did need to be
fertilized.  Apart from the somewhat mysterious nature of this instruction,
we did find a thing unfamiliar in our experiences as Corsair captives, for
every time we had needed to be transported thus far, we had been secured in
a leashed line of running bucks, tethered to a horse, and it did seem
apparent to us that the farmers were far more careless in their guard of
the prisoners than the Corsair soldiers.

Nevertheless, and with some stinging cracks of the whip at our receding
rump-cheeks, we did run diligently down the road toward the town, for the
sight of Riace's whipping in the field had taught us to be most cautious in
our execution of the orders of our overseers, and the previous few days had
additionally instilled within us very valuable lessons concerning the
harshness with which we may be treated.

We knew that we should arrive quickly, and so we ran, but we ran without
our arms secured behind us or by being pulled along by our man-leashes, and
although the leather straps did remain locked to our fronts by neck and
balls, we were surprised to be allowed the autonomy of running mostly
unsupervised and in a group, and we could carry out a conversation between
us if breath could be found.

"Let's run away," said Triss, huffing and puffing.

"No. Let's not," said Riace, puffing and panting.  "My ass is stinging sore
with the lash and I do not wish to receive another."

"Then we run the thirty miles to the coast and escape the Corsairs," Triss
continued.

Said Willard to Triss; "you are a fucking idiot.  We will be caught and
punished, and we shall all receive the whip and more."

"What you say?" asked Triss of myself and the other fellows.  "Should we
make our escape now or suffer further?"

Said Luk between laboured breaths; "I think we should carefully consider
the possibilities currently presented to us.  If we were to attempt flight,
we would risk re-capture, and this eventuality would certainly expose us to
the anger of the Corsairs, and as we know, this could result in a number of
unpleasant circumstances.  However, the diligent cadet would weigh these
possibilities alongside those of returning to his division, and I therefore
say that we should conduct a kind of meeting, or council, whereby the
variations of the possibilities and courses of action open to us are
discussed candidly.  Unfortunately I am not equipped with parchment or
quill, whereby a useful list could be made, and the applicable
bullet-points be added and made obvious..."

"I'm not spending another day braced in the man-yoke," puffed Riace.  I'm
not risking punishment.  I'm going back to the Corsair garrison."

"That was the worst day of my life," said Willard.

"Consider," panted Bron.  "You have already been placed in the man-yoke for
*nothing,* if you go back to the garrison, that is where you could end up
again."

Willard said; "Look at us!  Naked except for our Corsair harnesses!  If we
are spied by anyone, it will be obvious we are escaped prisoners.  We will
be caught!"

"I'm making for the coast," Triss said.  "See you lame-ass douche-bags
later!"

"No you're fucking not!" I finally interjected.  "If we return without one
of our number, we will be flayed!"

"Bull-fucking-shit!"

A scuffle ensued in the dusty road, whereby Luk was cuffed by Triss and
told he was a geek, and Riace fell to the ground when pummelled by Bron,
and eventually Triss and Bron were restrained by the rest of us and hauled
by their leashes along the road toward the garrison.

"Lucky we were fitted with these man-leashes," Willard said.  "How easy it
is to haul a man with one!"

"A very valid point," replied Luk.

And so thus, as the morn did break, we made our way back to the Corsair
garrison town, and I did worry and feel some unease at the pace we should
make and any wrongdoing we should perform, for previously we had been made
to do exactly what the Corsairs had wished us to do by restraint and
harness, and now we were given some freedom, but I knew also we should
continue to do exactly as ordered, and my fret was that we were given the
freedom to commit some unforseen crime, and be punished forthwith.

Users of the road did stare at us curiously, from cart and donkey, and I am
glad to say that all six of us did find it prudent to keep our mouths shut,
for some among our number are prone to verbosity, at times, with their big
gob, and there was no way for us to tell what may result from the vocal
emissions of Corsair prisoners as they ran down the road naked, shod in
boots and stirruped by the nuts.

Our cocks flung from side to side as we ran, and as the highway became more
crowded we did huddle together, aware of our conspicuous nakedness and the
absurdity of our appearance.  A handsome young man in fine riding breeches
and a colourful plume and mounted upon a fine steed did see us as he
travelled in the opposite direction, and after first noticing his splendid
appearance, I did countenance him little, for there were plenty of other
users of the road and I did seek to draw as little attention as I could to
our group, given the circumstances.  But this young man did turn his horse
about and follow us, and did presently draw up alongside us as we ran, and
his horse did trot and clip-clop at our pace.  I did somehow feel his eyes
upon me and I did resolve to not look at him, instead keeping my view fixed
ahead, and for a time I did ignore him.  But he did stay with us for some
distance and in an unexpected moment I did turn my head and did see him
smiling down at me.  With a wink and a flash of his teeth he did flick his
riding-crop and jauntily did tap his plume and turn about.  He was gone in
his original direction and I felt my blood rush to my face.

On occasion, persons of the female variety were encountered, and when this
happened we did cover ourselves as we ran.  Four young ladies in riding
caps and with their hair tied back did meet us, and looked at us most
sternly.  They were each mounted separately and were each equipped with a
white-leather riding-swipple, and their flat-soled riding boots did pass us
very closely, and I did make special effort to hide my cock from them.

Presently also, a long carriage drawn by two donkeys did slowly pass us,
and this vehicle did proclaim along its side in large letters; "Corsair
College School for the Finishing of Young Ladies."  As may be surmised,
this conveyance was indeed consigned with the cargo to which its signature
did designate.  All along its side, the refined young ladies uniformly
dressed in white did giggle and wave their dainty parasols.

"There are the pretty bucks we saw on the public pillory!" they did titter
loudly into their lace gloves.

We six running bucks did slow our pace significantly in order to allow this
carriage to pass us and hopefully recede into the distance ahead, so that
the polished ladies of Corsair society may be educated with new sights to
improve them, but they did seem to slow with us and it became apparent that
an object of this day's lesson was to observe in its natural state the
prime younker, streamlined and in top condition, pacing for their studious
contemplation and politely holding its balls in two cupped hands.

So we did speed up, hoping to leave the learned students of the Corsair
College behind, but they did speed up also, and this did continue for some
distance before they took a side-road, waving and laughing.

To the discerning reader, it will have been obvious that the beginning of
our fourth day in captivity had followed a somewhat different path to those
previous, for I have described a series of events in this chapter which may
seem to the observer somewhat ludicrous.  Be assured, however, that every
word is entirely true and we harnessed bucks did mortify ourselves in the
ways described.  Be assured also that the following part of the narrative
does contain events which are less ludicrous and regrettably more familiar.

We approached the town in our ruined boots and did wonder about where we
must go, for we had been instructed to attend the shit-farm and we knew not
where this place did exist.  And so, we did ask a number of knowledgeable
passers-by; "Sir, where is the shit-farm, Sir?" and were told; "follow your
noses, boys!" and similar things.

Then we did see an ominous sight, and this was a number of Corsair soldiers
approaching us on horseback, and these soldiers were beside themselves with
rage at the vision of we prisoners running freely about in our harnesses
accosting citizens.  We announced to them that we were in search of the
shit-farm and this did seem to enrage them further, and they uncoiled
studded whips with flying tails and drove us fast in a certain direction
and I did receive more stripes for my ass even though I was most keen to
pursue at top speed the direction they indicated.

We were driven through long grass and we did begin to smell an unholy
stench, and we were slowed by a soft quagmire beneath the grass where our
boots did squelch, and presently we did encounter a series of ramshackle
huts in a shallow ditch which were staffed by men wearing soaked cloth
around their faces, obscuring their noses and mouths.  Here, the soldiers
did depart, repelled by the stink, and we were handed over to these
strange-dressed men.

The smell which I have mentioned was enough to cause my eyes to sting, and
did carry in the air a most noxious odour of filth and waste.  Leashes were
clipped to our collars, and again we were efficiently tethered and drawn,
excepting whereupon on this occasion we were each individually attached to
a long strap and not leashed together.  We were each equipped with a large
canvas bucket, open at the top, which we wore on our backs like packs, and
our wrists were again manacled behind our necks.  At this juncture, I
surmised that the morning's frivolities involving school-girls were over
and that the Corsairs were intent on employing us on harsh terms once
again.

Individually leashed by our collars and, by extension of the harnesses,
also our genitals, we trotted obediently with the canvas buckets on our
backs and with our arms upheld.  The men who drew us along had their faces
entirely swathed to protect them from the putrid stink, which grew stronger
and more tactile in the air as we followed through the lush grass further
into the wide ditch.  The smell I can not adequately describe, for it
violated my nostrils and poisoned my lungs, and caused me to gasp with
bewilderment and wonder.  The grass became longer and greener as we went,
and a strange buzzing sound grew in our ears.

We were attacked by a swarm of flies, and the flies were at least the size
of penny-bits each, and were luridly coloured in metallic blue, and such
insects I had never before observed, the blowflies of our division which
thrived among the latrines being much smaller and less offensive.  These
big blue flies did bite and sting, and the men who drew us by leash were
used to their presence for they did swathe themselves from head to foot to
protect themselves and even their eyes were covered.  But we were naked,
and the buzzing swarm did irritate us most gravely.

The stink did grow as we moved further into the shallow ditch, and the
flies did increase their number, flying about above our heads and harassing
us and buzzing with a strident din.  Near the centre of the ditch there did
exist a most repulsive sight for us to behold, for this was a deep-dug
trench which was filled with untreated sewage, and it was apparent that
this river of waste was the cause of the stink and the flies.

Parts of it were covered in a green moss and other parts did expose a brown
surface with turds floating on top, and in places large bubbles did rise
releasing gas which did reek most grievously, and all about there was only
thick green grass and the unholy flies, for civilised species had fled this
area.  The field-mouse and the bunny-rabbit had up-camped long since and
departed to less offensive quarters and no beaver did choose to make his
home here.  Instead, a plague population of mutant dung-flies did lay its
writhing maggots and the shit-farm staff did cloak themselves heavily in
protective clothing and masks, aware, no doubt, of the toxic effects of the
waste-plant.

I did surmise at that time that the human effects upon the natural
environment – the grassy plain and the wooded forest – may even be
enough to cause the climate to change, so high was the stench and so
unnatural were the surroundings in which we then found ourselves.  A
contaminated steam did rise into the air from the trench and we youths –
so used to the wide plain and open air – did kick against our leashes to
get away from the place and we made angry noises and wiggled in our
harnesses, our cocks jiggling.

But we were brought forward.  With the canvas buckets on our backs and our
arms uselessly fixed behind our necks, we were unwillingly dragged.  We
slithered down the embankment and entered the stinking trench where our
packs may be filled, and I did immerse myself fully, not finding firm
ground under my boots and not being able to paddle or swim.  With a load of
turds on my back I did struggle to climb out, and I slipped on the shit
which was underfoot as the leash jerked my cock, and I did grunt and groan.

Soft turds did slide all about my body and the stinking shit-sludge had
entered every orifice, and furthermore, I did carry a very heavy load of it
on my back, for the reader is almost certainly unaware of the weighty
characteristics of that most unappealing substance which emerges from their
rear-end from time to time, and the smell of it did make me wonder at the
diet undertaken by the inhabitants of the Corsair garrison town.  The leash
which held me was very long, for the person who drew me along did not want
to be near me or the cloud of buzzing blue flies which surrounded me.

We were to carry our loads back the field which we had ploughed, and for
this purpose our leashes were handed to small messenger boys who did seem
to collect payment if the form of coins.  The many donkeys and horses we
had seen were too highly valued to be employed in the carriage of the brown
manure, and so this task had been delegated to the captured, harnessed
bucks who had no choice and were pulled running down the road on their
cock-leashes, each attracting many flies.

Behind my neck where my hands were fixed, I did grasp the canvas bucket,
taking its weight.  Thusly, I was able to share the load between my
shoulders and my arms.  My boots were filled with the foul liquid and did
serve to add to my encumberment, and as well as the flies I did discover
other insects which lived upon shit and these slimy dung-beetles did crawl
upon me.  The reader will pause to consider our most unattractive
condition, for each of us was covered from head to toe with the contents of
a latrine pit, and we did additionally carry a load of it on our backs, and
we left a trail of it wherever we went and we also each had assembled a
swarm of many flies which followed us in the manner of gulls trailing
behind a fishing boat, and we were each pulled along by a small boy who ran
without regard for our oppressive burden or the painful shackles about our
cocks and necks.  At this juncture I did come to understand the feelings
which must be experienced by an overloaded pack-mule, for I was helpless in
my harness and unable to shed the putrid cargo upon my back.  Also, I did
hope most utterly that the gracious inmates of the Corsair College School
for the Finishing of Young Ladies did not encounter us again, for I was
unable to hide my dangling manhood and I was in a most disgraceful
condition with shit running all over me, and as a fit young lad I was most
sensitive as to my appearance in the presence of pretty girls.

Green turds did fall away from me and I did leave a trail of them behind me
on the road, many of them crawling and seething with beetles, and although
I could not see due to the restricting configuration of my collar, I did
ascertain that one especially large beetle did cling to my swinging penis
with sharp claws, and this insect would not let go, and so tightly did it
grip my schlong that I did begin to swing and sway as I ran, making my cock
flail about, hoping to dislodge the gross creature.

Other uses of the road did become disconcerted at the shit-stinking mess we
did leave behind us, and the urchins who led us were told in certain terms
to take us well away, for horses and donkeys eat only grass and their
manure is tolerable, but the man-dung we carried and spilled did raise a
high pong which was unpleasant for all those about, and many people did
hold their noses in disgust and look upon us with stern countenances and
abused us for the filth we spread about, not seeming to realise that we
naked men did not use their road and transport our offensive cargo for our
own benefit or through our own choice.  Subsequently, we were dragged off
and did make our way through brush and tangle on a parallel course.

Triss did fall, and spill his entire shipment all over him, and so he was
taken back toward the shit-farm for another, and this did cause him to
assume a most dejected manner.  At that moment I did think upon the most
regrettable incident of our being taken by the Corsairs as prisoners in the
original episode and did contemplate with heavy heart how one circumstance
did lead to another and how we six stout warriors did come to be led about
helplessly by small messenger boys with wretched harnesses attached to our
necks and cocks.  The diligent cadet will follow along with my story most
carefully and make every endeavour not to be taken, for this parchment, I
believe, will be pinned to the notice-board of my division for every cadet
to peruse, and all will know of how we lugged the putrefying fertiliser by
harness and cock-leash to the Corsair grain field.

This day was spent going backwards and forwards, and at one end of the
journey was the ploughed field, where we did traverse the furrows and
distribute our shit – the valuable fertiliser which would see the
Corsair food-stocks to grow.  At this intersection the farmers did stay
well away from us and our consort of flying insects, for our stink was most
strong.  The expedition back to the shit-farm was obviously easier, as our
canvas back-packs were empty, but nonetheless I was wearied to the point of
exhaustion.

Each time we attended the shit-farm we were dipped again in the foul
trench, and many waifs and urchins did assemble in order to be paid for our
haulage, and these small boys did sort out amongst themselves who would be
given a turn next at towing the bucks, and one group of them would disperse
with their jangling coins, exclaiming they were off to buy sweets, and more
boys did accumulate and they did exhibit some measure of happiness at the
prospect of being paid cash money for their work, for running through the
brush with a buck-leash in hand is tiring and dirty work, and often the
leashed buck does strain at his tether and show an unwilling disposition.
And sometimes it was necessary for other boys who were inured to the stink
and flies to follow along behind the buck, switching him on the buttocks
with a branch of birch, and this did cause the buck to bellow and curse as
he ran, for the harnessed buck can be a most disruptive creature, and
unlike the friendly mule, must be whipped and hauled by his shackled nuts
to his work.

As the furrowed field became slowly layered with human waste, we did become
caked with shit also, and we did become separated in our ways, the boys who
did haul us taking different paths and at different speeds.  As I was
hauled through the scrub, I did encounter a group of people whom I had no
wish to meet, and I did curse my ill luck, for these were the girls of the
Corsair College School for the Finishing of Young Ladies who did seem to
have embarked upon a scientific expedition of some sort, and I did wonder
at the educational opportunities offered by the Corsairs to their young.

These young ladies did seem to be collecting insects under the direction of
their school marm, and I did carry out some speculation as to how any
person could be interested in such things, for I myself had collected a
retinue of beetles and flies on and about my person and had very little
desire to continue my acquaintance with these creatures.

The fine young ladies, dressed in lace and chirping happily amongst
themselves did express surprise at the appearance of a naked buck tromping
through the bush, hauled by a dirty brat on the end of a man-leash and
bearing a sack of shit on his back, and these young ladies did suddenly
become disinterested in their butterflies and become interested in the buck
instead, who did seem to belong to a species more interesting to young
ladies than the bugs and beetles which had previously occupied them.  I did
wish fervently for the company of my fellows so that the attention of
pretty girls be dispersed somewhat, and I was dismayed when the young lad
who held my leash did pause so that I may be displayed.

"What a fine, slim younker!" exclaimed one lass.

"As fit and as graceful as a colt!" said another.

"Look at his cock!" one said.

"Come, girls," said the matronly school marm.  "This is a common dung-mule
captured by the raiding parties and is not a fit sight for young ladies to
see!"

"But Miss," chirrupted one excitable lass.  "He has a pretty face and a
small, rounded bum and his belly reminds one of the wash-house scrubbing
boards and we have seen such already within the pages of the woman's
periodicals which we have hidden under our bunks..."

The other girls shushed this female with urgent tones, and I saw the school
marm purse her lips and become an angry shade of red.  At that moment I did
issue an ill-advised speech to my female audience, and did inform them that
although they saw me in a disgraceful condition, covered in dung and hauled
as an animal, I was, in fact, a first-class warrior who had fought many
battles and slain many a Corsair, including a number of Corsair generals,
and my mouth did hardly contain itself as these words were said, and the
school marm did take up flexible switch of willow and did lay it with
harsh, flicking swats across my rump, and did order the boy to pull me on.
At this, I did become very angry indeed, and did strain and kick against
the harness, and the girls did laugh at this, and somehow my cock swelled
and grew to erection-size, and the eyes of the school girls did widen in
surprise.  They held their hands to their mouths and glanced to each other
in their amusement and wonder at my firm manhood.  And I could not hide my
erected prong, for my arms were behind my neck, manacled and holding the
straps of my load.

The design of the man-harness was such that even a stout buckaroo cannot
resist, even when pulled by a small boy, for the shackle did tighten around
my nuts and cause me to obey and the switching willow wielded by the school
marm did sting on my bare ass.  As I ran off with my shit-laden pack I did
seethe with more anger and my cock did fail to go down and remained
upstanding, shuddering and lurching as my balls bounced this way and that.

The reader may well shake his head and wipe his furrowed brow at the events
of this strange day, so outrageous and surprising are the occurrences
contained in this narrative, and it may be true also that not all these
events are within the taste of the reader to contemplate, so varied and odd
are they.  Let it be said, however, that the incidents which immediately
follow take a very different path, and in the next parchment, the cultured
scholar will be presented with an account designed for some magnitude in
the arousal of the senses.

Thoby Andover

thobyandover@y7mail.com