Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2007 13:54:20 +0000
From: Drin Whethers <cobradelight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Payback - 2

				Payback - 2

By Cobradelight
B&D

We stood mutely, still joined together, staring from the room into the
restaurant.  Well-dressed females were in a festive mood, visibly astounded
by the serving crew, the king's camels they were called.  Each of us had
endured stable life, stern trainers and harsh drivers.  This was a new
creature that hit with the force of a bomb.   At least we had been bound as
beasts of burden, unable to escape or make a choice. But here we would, of
our own volition, enter the crowded room with snickers, comments and
touches. The very thought of appearing naked before these excited females
was frightening but with my crimson rump and erect cock it was almost
unimaginable.  What would happen if I simply refused?  I'd again be punished
in some unimaginable way.

Wes, my best friend, was talking to Chad.  They were laughing easily and a
flash of jealousy swept over me - they were having fun while I stood
sweating with dread.  Wes looked taken back and I knew Chad, my stern
trainer, had just told him they'd been gridiron opponent in high school.
They glanced my way and Chad said something that made Wes grin and nod.  My
ears burned and my face suffused with heat. I stood twitching and thinking I
could not be paraded before these women like this.

The earsplitting whacks of the board still resounded in my ears. One hellish
smack followed another all because I'd shot my load.  I shuddered at the
thought of my best bud holding me close, offered words of comfort as I
wailed under a furious paddling from Chad.   My rump blazed and I could not
help but wiggle from the itch. I craved for just a tiny touch to the
itching, throbbing scarlet globes.

Wes snapped his fingers and we jerked to attention.  This was it, panic
time.  My stomach lurched and I felt that inevitable sense of doom.  Every
step caused the little rod to wiggle in my bottom, earthquakes going off in
my mind. The trainers waited patiently as time seemed to crawl.  Wes took my
arm and Chad kneaded Jake's neck.

"Why so upset, Jake?   You love women and they love you.  You can strut your
stuff here."  Jake fumbled for words, said he knew nothing about waiting. I
almost smiled at his desperation. Chad laughed and rubbed his cheek.  "Your
skills are not why these gals pay twenty bucks for a burger."  Wes rubbed my
flaming rump, a relief and a disgrace.   Chad was still talking to Jake.

"Back home down South I bet you're slipping the candle to some filly every
other night of the week.  I hear they cream for the silent, brooding type,
especially those with horse dicks!"  Chad gripped his huge, upright cock and
squeezed hard, the knob big as a Georgia peach.  "Wolfman, you're gonna be
the greeter since you're such a hairy-chested hit with the gals."  Jake
visibly reacted, shaking his head bitterly, dreading the exposure of his
brawny body to this enthusiastic group.

Jake was sweating, eyes wide with fear as he gazed at the diners teasing and
tormenting the helpless waiters, erect to a man. His arm pits glistened,
dews of sweat hanging on long curls, his  bushy eyebrows were furrowed, his
hairy, strong chest heaved and cock was deep red, jutting from wild, thick
black pubes. I had already shot my load and though I'd paid for my sin, it
had been an incredible relief.  Jake had not come in days and was frantic
for any kind of release.  I knew the feeling, a slow burn that never
stopped.

The redhead was very upset.  Chad pulled him to the side, an arm around his
shoulder, trying to calm him. I felt a tinge of pity for the poor guy.  He
kept shaking his head slowly until Chad took hold of his angry erection with
one hand and stabbed his chest with the other, exasperated at his attitude.
The guy gulped and his eyes widened as he nodded his head rapidly in
agreement.   Chad grinned, slapped his back and jiggled the rod jutting from
his ass.  His tears streamed silently when Chad began fixing him up for his
new task.

Wes told the other royal trainer, the smartass 19 year old kid, to "fix us
up."  He looked Italian -- swarthy, black curls, muscular - and had a Jersey
accent.  He curled his finger beckoning me to approach and I quaked inside
at his smirk of superiority and authority. Worse was his smarmy, upbeat tone
and when he rubbed my scalp and patted my rump almost affectionately, I took
a sharp breath and froze.  I realized immediately realized this dude
couldn't care less about my body but for hazing purposes.  He was going to
have some old-fashioned fun right from the backstreet.  His very presence
reeked danger.

"Let's get you fixed up, bud.  There's a room of hotties diddling themselves
thinking about your prick."  He snickered a little. "Youz guyz bitched about
not seeing gals -- well, here's your chance."  He leaned closer, spoke low.
"I got a hot date too, pal, but I'm shooting my wad and not getting my ass
blistered. That red tail will be a hit in there!"  I took a deep breath for
control as he chuckled and gave my flaming bottom a quick pinch.  Shivers
ran up and down my spine and when he wrapped the collar around my neck,
still chatting, I jerked away, unable to accept it all.  He expected
absolute obedience and was furious at the slightest resistance.  He whirled
me around and grabbed my ears.

"Look, fuck face, I want out of here. I'm sick of your boner so if you don't
straighten up I'll ask your trainer to deliver a new lesson." I froze as
Chad approached, frowning.

"Any problem?"  He slapped the wooden paddle in his palm, glaring at me. I
held my breath, suddenly petrified of saying or doing anything that could be
used as an excuse for discipline.  I shook my head quickly, biting my lip,
swallowing my pride, feeling the heat rush to my skin.  Chad drew close,
nose to nose.

"Go ahead, try something." I swallowed and was very, very still.  He gave me
another look and walked out.  The arrogant kid smacked my rump hard and I
yelped and blinked, eyes stinging with instant tears at the humbling swat.
He held my chin firmly.

"You better straighten up or I'll put you over my knee myself."  No
philosophical bullshit about learning thru discipline or adversity making us
better.  He was top dog and knew it, getting a visceral kick from his power.
I gulped, panting faster as the collar clicked and my wrists were bound to
it.  Almost nonchalantly he hung nipple clamps and as I twisted at the pain
he played with the long purple ribbons attached to them.  My harried
breathing was like dry heaves, so loud I was sure it could be heard by the
diners in the next room.

"You think I'm an SOB but get over it - it's my job.  I can't help your
standing dick or blistered ass but dude, it's your own fault for fucking
up."  He snapped on the thick belt with a sharp tug, grinning as his hand
brushed my standing cock.  I tried to remember my former self -- proud and
haughty, turning men to putty.  Any pretense at calmness went out the window
when he picked up the thick bushy tail with the prickly dildo attached.

"Put your foot up there on that table -- flat on the surface."   I obeyed,
wobbling on one foot, my knee right under my chin, muscles straining as he
dipped the thing in oil.  He grinned at my dick that seemed frozen in an
upright position and pulled on black gloves. He ran a finger deep in my
crack, tickling until I rose on tip toes.

"Dude, stop winking at me -- you flirting or something?"  I gasped, realizing
he had an unrestricted view to my anus and his fingers were slowly oiling
it. This was so much worse than our daily plugging in the stalls.  I was so
open I could not prevent the knob of the dildo as it pressed.   He placed
his other hand flat on my chest to steady me and the knob popped thru.

"We're in now, take a breath."   He started working it deeper, slowly but
firmly, the rough surface causing uncontrollable twitches and constant
movement.  He was calmly  plugging me when his phone rang and he answered,
holding the thing in place.

"What's up, babe"  He mouthed "my gal" as the thing rocked inside me.  "No,
just helping a bud out with his uniform."  My mind spun as the young man
chatted on the phone while easing the thing inside me inch by horrible inch.
  He hung up with a, "Later, babe."  I was stuffed and powerless, the
surface scratchy beyond belief.  In this almost obscene position, it met
little resistance. I gasped as he shoved another inch -- a low, loud moan,
"Ohhhh fuck!".

"That's exactly right, pal!"  He turned me to the mirror and kept teasing as
we both saw my cock dance and the slit open wide, cum pouring out in a
steady stream.  He bound the dildo to the belt, ramming it to the hilt and I
groaned loudly and threw my head back.  I was melting under the sensations.
He pressed my head to his shoulder so that his mouth was right at my ear.

"I'm that little button, right pal?" I nodded slowly, hot tears rolling down
my cheeks, and we stood side by side a moment.  He pressed me close as I
struggled to accept the explosions in my rectum, gasping and trembling
violently. The tiniest movement was magnified a thousand times inside me.

"Dude, one cock ring coming up."   His fingers slid down the crease of my
dick knob and rubbed just under the head.   He was delighted at my response.
"Damn, you are nervous -- goose bumps on your sac!"  He looked up at me and I
cringed at his pleasure.  He began teasing my balls -- not massaging but
teasing to see me gasp and squirm. His soft touch was a tiny electric jolt
and I inhaled sharply as he examined them closely.  The studded cock ring
dangled from his hand.  He wrapped it slowly, chuckling as my cock leaked.

He laced on heavy black shoes polished to a mirror finish.  Thick white
socks showed a good 2 inches above the tops.   His cap kept grazing my balls
lightly as he worked.  He picked up a tiny metal rod with a long purple
streamer and dipped it in the oil.  He took hold of my knob and squeezed
until the slip opened wide making me groan and back up.

"Uh uh, don't make me call your trainer.  Put your foot back on the table so
I can get access."  Holding the bloated leaking head firmly he threaded the
cold rod inside me.  I wiggled at the sensation, still forehead on his
shoulder, gasping for breath.  "You'll be plugged on all ends - mouth, ass
and dick."    It was indescribable, a sensuous insertion that bought a new
flurry of tears.  He buckled it tight and I writhed, unable to keep still.

"We wanna be sure you two don't spray the food with your baby juice."  He
turned to Jake who watched in horror.  "Don't get any ideas but dude, you
are one big-dicked hairy stud.  I'm not sure this thing will fit."  He ran
his fingers quickly thru the chest hair then ruffled his long, wild pubes,
pulling at the ends of the curls as Jake squirmed, unable to abide the close
touch.  He shivered with confusion -- he craved yet hated the touch.  The
purple stretchy cloth only covered the top 7 inches of his cock leaving 2
more exposed as well as his enormous scrotum and the black forest of curls.
A string under his balls held it on tight. The cloth seemed almost alive,
moving and stretching and a dark, wet spot suddenly appeared, mortifying to
the camel when it was pointed out rather wickedly.

"First impressions -- hairy chest, furry legs, oversized dick and leaking."
He laughed and Jake wept silently, frustrated, a big helpless guy in nothing
but shiny shoes and a hardon. He could not touch himself knowing the
punishment that would elicit.   We were given a quick set of instructions on
how to act or speak. I was only half aware, focused as I was on my
appearance before the diners.  The trepidation grew to awesome proportions.

"Only two things left."   He looked at me with that wiseass grin and picked
up the thick dick gag.   "Time to practice your favorite sport."  I pressed
my lips tight with a final stand for my dignity. He grabbed my bushy tail
and roughly wiggled it up and down, moving it faster and faster until it
felt like a furnace in my rectum.  I began to dance and my mouth flew open.
"That's it, Eric, you're learning."  The thick, short plug stretched my
mouth so it appeared to diners as if I were sucking. He strapped the tray to
my back, supporting tethers to my elbows and collar. Wes showed up and
walked over, grinning and punching my chin lightly and affectionately.

"You da man!"   He stood facing me, his hand around the back of my neck
kneading it softly and despite all my promises, I shook with silent sobs.
He lifted my chin.  "Stand proud, dude. You worked hard for that body and
the gals will love it." He pressed on my back and I thrust my chest out, the
nip clamps dangling in mid-air. He looked at my crotch, smiled and winked.
I was so overcome I leaned against him shuddering. My cock was harder than
ever.

"Take your foot down, pal."  I was thoroughly plugged and my butt itched so
badly.  The smartass who'd fixed us up sauntered over and stood, hands on
hips, nodding as Wes praised his work. His arrogance was humbling.  He
pulled the ribbon of my dick rod.

"Look, so stiff it'll barely bend."  My cock was absolutely rigid, aching in
throbs. Wes grinned, his arm still around my shoulders and he threw his
other arm around Jake and turned us toward the mirror.

"I hope they understand that thick Southern accent but it won't matter.  I
hear you got your own little fan club."  The man looked stricken, eyes wet
and visibly affected.  My heart raced and I thought of nothing except the
diners and their responses. Streamers flew from my dick, armpits, wide open
mouth. I wagged my tail to relieve the awful itch and that drew laughter.
Holding us firmly he led us to the dining room and we stepped out.  All eyes
seemed to turn to us and I could barely breathe at the deep dread.

"Table 22 in the back."  Fuck, why must we go all the way back there?  Wes
led the way followed by Jake then me. It was a new, deeper mortification,
the room full of females  with their perfume and laughter; their attention
was devastating. Comments were brutal and hilarious and everyone noticed my
flaming rear end.  Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. The young women at the
table appraised us openly, chortling and excited. Wes explained we were
trainees.  He then left us.  The gals licked their lips as they stared at
our sweaty, heaving bodies, red faces and between our legs. My prick hopped
right in front of them and I squirmed at the itch.  Jake asked if they
wanted an appetizer and one gal who could not contain herself stroked my
sticky pierced cock head, squealing.

"Who said size doesn't matter?"  Her gal pals laughed and she shot me a
radiant smile that left me weak in the knees.  Jake, sounding almost
strangled, finally got their drink order.  Another woman ran her fingers
delicately over Jake's hairy abs and he sucked in a deep breath, not moving.
She looked at the others who nodded.  Her fingers disappeared deep in his
thick pubes and she twisted the black curls as he squirmed.  She rubbed
under his legs and when her finger found his hole he moaned loudly.  They
ordered him to turn around. He looked stricken but obeyed.  She slowly
spread his bottom, ruffling the curls.

"Maggie, look at that hair."  He was ordered to grab his toes and spread his
legs.  He made a sound and I thought he was going to refuse at first but
slowly he spread his feet and bent over.

"Hey, cutie, look up at me."  His blood red face peered up between his legs
as they pulled his cheeks wide apart.  She pulled back the thick curls and
the pink hairy hole was revealed. I heard a whining but amused, "Oh Nancy,
that's not nice."

A woman giggled and held the large candle from the table.  She teased him as
her friends screamed raucously...."Do it, girl. Show macho man who's in
charge."   Jake was unable to keep still, gasping and she shoved it inside
him several inches, back and forth, deeper.

"You keep a good grip, honey.  That should put some pep in your step."  Hot
salty tears streamed down his face.  "Ahh, babe, we're just having some
fun."  She kissed his cheek and wiped his eyes but he slowly shook his head,
weeping in frustration and shame as he walked to the kitchen to deliver the
order, the candle jutting from his bottom.

With mounting dread I returned with the drinks that Jake carefully
distributed. He was careful to remain polite and courteous despite the rod
sticking from his ass.  Someone loudly pointed to me and remarked I'd been
"spanked" and I almost screamed.   Diners knew we'd offer no resistance.  I
had to stand silent, trembling as they tested the heat, rubbed my rump and
asked when I was getting my next thrashing. My organs and ribbons were
pulled and discussed and they jerked the tail just to see my reaction.  No
part of my body was off limits for these revelers who never relented,
keeping me on the very edge.  I was petrified of coming as one young man had
done only minutes before.  A guard with a board appeared instantly and drove
the young man to the back with solid whacks, telling him he was getting a
"good spanking".  The women squealed and clapped.  Loud cracks were heard,
pleas and then he returned with tears streaming, penitent and apologizing to
the table.  They each gave him a hug and rubbed his flaming rump.

"Tough out there?"  I nodded to the manager as words failed me.  "Well take
a break." He turned to Jake.  "You get in that back room -- some gals have
paid to see more of you."  When he entered the room I heard squeals.
Seconds later I saw him squirming in a chair in a large circle with other
waiters.  Their legs were bound spread open and they were blindfolded.   I
gulped when a man was pulled from a chair -- it had been mounted with an
upright dildo.  Every dick throbbed ceaselessly.  The presence of diners
sent a chill up every guy's spine as they were teased verbally and
physically. Jake bucked up and down on the dildo as two ladies ran their
fingers thru the furry hair from crotch to ankles, ruffling the thick curls.
  When they tickled his navel he whipped his head back and forth, terrified
of shooting a load.

The King arrived and all four of us were assigned to his table.  Short
aprons had been tied around our waists before we served them but our butts
were visible as were the bulges from our hardons.  Jake was twitching and
gulping, blushing from ears to crotch.  We were all on the very edge.  Jere,
the former captive, sat beside the king.  Despite a few mishaps the dinner
went off without a major hitch.  I delivered tray after tray of drinks and
Jere made sure to call attention to my former status.  Hands went under the
aprons exploring and teasing us mercilessly.

The place closed and the last two were Jake and me.  We still wore the
aprons and for that we were grateful.  The three trainers leaned against the
bar nursing drinks and chatting with 3 gals. I saw the familiar signs, the
random touching, knowing looks, sultry "come on" poses by the females and
low remarks from the guys. They spoke to one of the cooks who nodded and
walked into our room. Besides the aprons we still wore our shoes, our wrists
cuffed to our collars.  He led us into the small alley behind the place.

"Your pals wanted to get in their panties -- if they're even wearing any."
He chuckled and lit up a cigarette.  I swallowed and glanced at Jake,
feeling despair and closeness at the same time.  The cook was bored and kept
checking the cell for the time, calling friends to shoot the bull.  He
finally rose and told us to "be good" while he went to check on our
trainers. It was not 30 seconds later that he returned, furious.

"Left 20 minutes ago with their fuck for the night.  Guess they expected me
to just sit and watch your cocks leak."  We were silent, afraid of
antagonizing him further.  We sat against the wall side by side, knees up,
feet flat on the ground, both fully erect under the cloth. We pressed into
one another for support, our bodies wet with sweat.   I sat up at a noise -
approaching voices, ribald exclamations, laughter, someone yelling a
friendly "Fuck you".  The voices turned into the alley and my heart skipped
a beat when they spotted us.

I made out a gang of at least 12 guys. all around 20 give or take a couple
of years. They were walking in that arrogant masculine manner, loud and
crude. Boxers rose above their low-slung jeans and they were either
bare-chested or had tight muscle shirts emphasizing their lean, hard bodies.
  I turned to the cook for protection.

"Merek, that you?"  The cook held his hand to his forehead, peering into the
dark, looking at the source of the voice.

"Delos, what the fuck?"  He walked over and they greeted each other,
slapping backs like old friends.  My heart raced as our protection vanished.
  Our hard cocks tented the aprons and they grinned which I did not find
comforting.  Delos, the waiter's friend, was tall, lean and hard -- a natural
leader.  With his short dark hair, long lashes and stubble on his square jaw
he probably had more gals than he could handle.  Jake attracted gals without
effort while this dude could charm the devil.  He was hyper-masculine and
took it all in stride, stepping up for a close look.  He turned to his pals.

"I don't fucking believe it.  I think this is Constantine's trainer." The
cook said that my name was Eric.  He asked how he knew me and Delos watched
with undisguised hatred.

"I wouldn't forget this SOB in a million years.  He was the trainer for my
brother when he got in trouble -- what a bastard.  Beat his ass raw, made him
suck other guys, put itch stuff on his dildo, yeah, but I'll make sure."
He whipped out a cell, dialed a number and instantly I knew the gig was up.

"Constantine, hey bro.  Someone wants to say Hi to ya."  He turned the phone
so that it showed my face and cuffed wrists. The speaker was on so we could
all hear.

"Shit man, it's that asshole who put me thru hell.  Tell me he's in jail or
something."

"Better than that, dude.  He's a fucking camel and guess what, bro?"   There
was a long pause.  "He's in an alley, no place to go with another dude looks
like a hairy jock."  He showed Jake in the picture and the voice on the
other end screeched.

"God damn, what's under that apron?"   It rose in the air obscenely and
someone pulled both of them back exposing our pulsating erections.  "Hi, Mr.
Trainer."  I swallowed and Delos swatted the side of my head.

"My big bro is talking to you, fuck face."  I was terrified, confused and
squeaked out a pathetic greeting.  "He don't look so all fucking powerful
now, does he?"  The other guys in his gang agreed and began talking about
getting even.  I looked at the cook frantically but he was not interested.

"Make you a deal, guys.  I've been working 12 hours and want to get the fuck
out of here. If I turn him over will you promise not to do anything really
bad?"  I shouted, "No" and they screamed "Yeah" right back, loving every
minute. "I mean it, no knives, fire, broken bones, no blood at all or it's
my tail -- he's a royal camel."  Delos was still holding the cell, talking to
his brother, his smile pure revenge.

"You got my word, man.  We're just gonna give him and his bud a lesson in
camel discipline -- he could probably give us some pointers, right trainer?"
I looked up, swallowed and glanced away at his expression.  I was quaking
with fear, my worst nightmare taking place before my eyes.   "And we'll take
werewolf too."

Jake spit at him, snarled, "Fuck you!"  Delos whispered to several of the
men who held Jake against the wall, his thick prick standing from a dark,
thick rug.   His strong, hairy legs were wide apart.  Delos turned to me
with an almost exultant sneer.

"Give that knob some loving.  Come on, Trainer, pucker up."  The others
exploded with excitement and crowded closer, anxious to see my debasement.
I swallowed and looked down, hearing chants of "Kiss  that cock " or "it's
crying its heart our for ya".   Fluid oozed from the slit and I swallowed,
staring at the bloated head.

"Sweet -- he absolutely hates it!"  I stared at the standing pole and the
mass of sweaty black curls. A hand on the back of my head forced it forward.
  He was so close his lips touched my ears.   "Go on, my bro's waiting.
Kiss that red tip -- see, it's opening for ya."  I was shoved forward and as
everyone watched I softly kissed the hot tip, tears streaming. The men
crowed at my disgust as I wrinkled my nose at the sour taste.

"What's best friends for?  You guys wanna see another kiss?"  They did and
once again I was forced forward, lips pressing the sticky, spongy head.    I
kept my lips glued to the hot, wet tip, sobbing in humiliation.   "Now lick
up & down that bat real slow."   The cum had a gamey, my tongue gathering
the hot drops as they emerged.  Jake's eyes closed and he groaned as I
alternated licking the hairy testicles.  Suddenly we both were jerked up.
Delos whispered something to two robust guys.  Delos turned to Jake.

"Hairy ass, time to teach you some manners.  Grab your ankles!"  The mood
changed as the two unbuckled their belts and folded them in half, snapping
them loudly as the others grinned and crowded closer, not wanting to miss a
second.  Jake looked from side to side, surrounded and trembling, jumping at
the popping belts.  He bit his lip and one of the guys walked over and
slowly pressed down on his back, almost tenderly. He knelt and told Jake it
was his lucky day - he was getting two thrashings instead of just one. He
shook and gripped his ankles tightly.

"Wider, Wolfman."  He stretched his legs apart and I was moved in front of
him.  His face was lifted and wordlessly he took my prick. It was so stiff
that even this bending was  painful but it felt so good.  Behind him, the
two guys grinned at each other, reared back and let the thick belts fly.
This was back alley punishment -- getting your ass double teamed while
sucking a fellow worker.  The two vied with each other in landing the
hardest licks and Jake yelped and cried out though his mouth was stuffed
with my meat. The men stood around, yelling and encouraging the pair and
Jake as he sucked.

Delos kicked my legs wide apart and gave my tight nuts a solid smack. I
yelped but managed to stand, cuffed, gasping with terrified pants as I was
sucked.  He whacked harder and I barely remained standing.  He had a plastic
ruler and gave me a whap.  I cried out, trembling and pleading at the
burning pain.  He gave me another and I gasped with strangled noises. From
behind, my trembling chin was lifted, a smile at my distress.

"It's not fun getting your balls whacked is it?"  Two guys held me in place
and I shook my head from side to side, took a deep breath, shivering.
WHACK!  Jake sucked on.

"I asked you a question!"  I hollered in muffled pain a muffled "No sir!  No
sir!"  When he pulled the ruler back I screamed in fear.  I was desperate to
end this punishment and I shook when he looked at his buddies who crowded
closer. I felt a deep sense of dread from this rowdy gang of street toughs
enjoying our misery.

"Somebody else has been to the woodshed."  I was silent and then his palm
cracked sharply across both buttocks. I screamed and jumped in the air as
the men crowed and began urging him on.  "How'd you fuck up, blondie?"  I
felt so exposed.

"I, uh, uh, didn't obey the rules."  His palm rubbed my steaming rump and I
flinched as his close attention. The other guys were really getting a kick
out of this.

"And which rule was that?"  Beads of sweat popping out, my chest heaved but
he waited, demanding an answer.  I shut my eyes at the laughter of my
hopping cock and choked out the words.

"I came without permission."  God, how I hated that admission but I was too
scared to lie.  It was like I was a 13 year old lad caught jerking off by
his older brother. The loud volley of laughter sent an electric jolt thru me
and I turned my head away as I tried to stifle the rush of hot, salty tears.
  He softly patted my rear end and I heard a chuckle as I gasped at the
things done to my dick.

"So you got your butt blistered because you blew your whistle?"  I nodded,
dying a little inside. The dread, excitement, the hardon drug, the lack of
relief -- my dick pumped eagerly inside the mouth.

"Turn around, Eric."  Oh shit!  I pulled my cock out, gulped and turned.  It
was wet and shiny in the street lamp.  He softly rubbed my sore balls
sending jolts thru me. The tiny strokes drove me crazy and then there was
the presence of the boisterous young men.  I shook deeply, hating the cook,
my helplessness and shitty reason for getting thrashed. Jake's punishment
never ceased. Deep throaty male laughter and raunchy comments came from all
sides.

"Guido, Kiros -- come here!"   Two guys who had to be brothers swaggered,
cigarettes hanging, sneering at my quivering hardon and obvious terror.
"Eric, you're a good judge of men so which you think has the biggest dick."
A spontaneous celebration broke out with dancing and loud "Ohhhh yeah!" and
much guffawing as if it were a joke.  The husky brothers yelled, "All
right!" and smacked hands.  I opened and closed my mouth in shock and
realization.  I tried to back away as they closed in from all sides.

"No, not that, god damn it."  The herd instinct was in full mode. Repressed
thoughts came out in the heat of excitement -- a heady mixture of
humiliation, sex and power.  They couldn't wait to see me sucking one of
their own.  They were nervous and so eager, impatient and loud.  The pair
flipping a coin and I panicked.  My escape lasted maybe 10 seconds. With a
man holding each limb I was lifted and delivered to the guys who rubbed
their crotches and finished their smokes.  Both had backwards hats revealing
short, blond crew cuts.  They were strapping with powerful bare chests and
matching "TOP FUCK" tats across their bellies.  The bulges in their jeans
were huge.

"Guido, Guido, Guido!"  The chant rose as he casually unbuckled his belt and
pulled his jeans to his knees, his boxers below his thigh.  He stood
grinning at his buds, hands on hips, proud of his hardening member.  I was
carried over and in mid-air my mouth was lined up with his pumping prick.
His brother knelt, red-faced and energized, watching closely as his
brother's cock stretched my mouth wide.  The loud cheers in the dark alley
resounded as he rubbed my trembling tail.

"You better give my bro a good time."  He reared back and smacked my sore,
bare butt with his palm full force.  I screamed and began sucking like a
madman to the knowing laughter from the guys.  My insides swirled at their
excited responses and a hand rubbed the pink flesh where he'd smacked.

"Smile, Eric".  Delos was still sending pictures thru the damn cell and I
could hear his brother whooping on the other end as I looked right into the
camera, mouth stretched around a thick cock, blond curls on my lips. The
shame was simply astounding. The blood roared in my ears and I saw worn
shoes of men crowding close for a look as I was held there sucking away.

"You better not spurt, boy!"  I was throbbing and being stroked, hands
determined to make me come.  My breathing was loud and fast and I was on
edge. It was all about the group and power.   I was lucky they had no
paddles or straps and their time was limited.

"Better get used to that position, Eric."  Delos lifted my chin and smiled.
"Don't worry, you'll get a break to crawl to the next dick."  The men
whooped and giggled.  Two new guys pulled Jake over a crate while a third
thrust an excited cock in his mouth. The two behind began whacking loudly.
It was unholy thrashing - a lick every couple of seconds and others had to
hold him in place, a strapping virile man getting his butt blistered in an
alley. The guys holding his bucking body urged him to shake his quivering
reddening behind for them. I jerked at the loud, close voice.

"Your pal's having a good time."  I got another harsh lick -- his hand must
be made of steel.  It felt like a fucking board and stung. I yelled as he
snickered and took a long sip of his beer.

"How you like this, bro?"  Delos was showing Constantine the fun, screams
and clapping enveloping me. My head was held tight and the thick cock
blocked my air passage.  At last he pulled back and I gagged, took a quick
breath.   He plunged back in, weaving wildly, raping my mouth with gusto.

"Fuck, this is how it's done...a lady's man sucking cock...he's had lots of
practice....oh fuck, gonna blow!!" Guys crowded closer, waiting as he threw
back his head and shot, crying out in exaltation, a mouthful of pungent,
thick cum that overflowed and ran down my chin.  "Sweet as honey," someone
called out.  He pulled out to genial congratulation as his brother stepped
up with a near identical dick.   Instantly it plunged in and the slow back
and forth weaving began again.  It was a slow-moving nightmare and when he
came at last I gulped, trying to swallow as much stuff as I could just to
keep them happy.

"God damn, bro, you won't believe the vibrations when he screams -- feels
like his mouth is electric!"  Still in the air, writhing and wiggling, the
other blond brother thrust and another palm gave me a loud smack.  A finger,
barely oiled, roughly pierced me and I hollered, gagged on a dick.  My legs
were spread wider and hands grabbed my thighs. A wet cock searched for the
entrance then thrust in, pausing when the head was inside.  The stranger
kept a running account of his progress and began rocking back and forth,
deeper and harder.  I was plugged at both ends and someone pinched my nips.
I jerked like it was electricity and sucked harder. All around me were lusty
growls of domination - two raunchy, sweaty males with pants around their
ankles emitting guttural cries of ecstasy.  The one in front pulled out and
shot a load on my face. When I looked up, the guys were arguing. Several
could not get a hardon.  No matter how they pumped their pricks wouldn't
respond for a man.

When the man shot in my rear end I was tossed to the ground, panting, mind
reeling. I heard a whistle and turned.  Two guys sat side by side on two
crates, arms around each other's shoulders, pants around their ankles, hairy
strong legs parted revealing hard cocks amid hairy crotches. Jake was shoved
beside me, grateful for the break from the licking even if it was to suck
another guy's cock.  In seconds we had two more eager cocks in our mouth as
the men groaned and their pals raised and lowered our heads.

"Feel that mouth, man?  Now that's a blow job."  I looked up and their
flushed faces were pressed together as they looked down.  Their ears were
bright red and one had his hand on his other head, grinding their cheeks
together as they laughed and gasped, bonding in this male ritual.   I was on
all fours when a voice shouted in my ears.

"Look at this pussy getting dicked right...NOW"   Delos thrust all the way
inside me and I reared up in the air. He wrapped an arm around me and held
up the camera. His face was next to mine as I sucked -- misery and joy.  He
rutted like an animal in heat, grunting and raping me long and hard,
describing in detail to his brother what was happening.  He yelled like a
cowboy as he plowed.

"Feel my cock all the way up your red tail, Trainer?  You're getting dicked,
dude!"   The seated pair finally came and Delos pulled out.  I was flipped
over and my feet pulled over my head. My yelps were music to their ears.
Delos plunged in again, recording the whole thing.  He looked like an animal
in heat, sweaty, red from balls to ear lobes, wet short crew cut and rough
shave.  I begged for forgiveness and leaned over and whispered.

"Not a chance!"  I felt the hot load spurting and it was only a few seconds
later that I was raised and his finger plugged me roughly.  "Let's take a
little walk."  He thrust upward and I jumped and marched as he explained
he'd shot too many loads to get hard again.  I hopped and jumped at the
fierce thrusts and went slow or fast according to his command.  The men
cheered, almost out of breath at my frantic movements. At some point it died
down and we lay sprawled on the ground. Someone rubbed my face in their
sticky pubes while a long finger rested up my rectum. Delos staggered over.

"One more dick to suck tonight, Eric."  He looked down at my crotch then
back to my face as it dawned on me what he meant.   I dared to look at him
and saw a twinkle of his eyes.  "No way."  His buddies caught on, forcing me
on my back, legs up, hairy knees pressing on my burning ears.  My huge organ
poked at my lips and I twisted my head.

"Someone grab his balls -- this boy needs a little persuasion."  Hands held
my tender nuts and Delos drew close, whispering for me to open wide.
Constantine could see the whole thing and this was the worst aspect.  Beyond
him stood the panting gang with broad smiles, elbowing one another as I
opened wide and my prick popped in.  Delos pulled up the back of my head,
making me swallow it deeper.  .

"Hey, bro, say hi to your buddy.  He can't talk right now though -- he's
having dessert."   I screamed in sheer ignominy when I saw the phone held up
to my face and heard his brother's loud "Yeah!"   Guys leaned closer for a
better look and spoke.  I heard him clearly thru the cell.

"Sooner you swallow that juice, faster it's over, Mr. Trainer."  I heard a
protest and saw Jake's wild eyes above me right before his face was pressed
into my crack.

"Get busy with that tongue or it's a return to Spank land for you."
Sobbing, he obeyed and I squealed at the sensation as the tongue jabbed and
tormented me.  His long tongue dug deep in fear and I felt that stirring,
the cries of "Suck your dick" and "Eat his ass,"  I was so damn edged up,
sucking my own cock, getting my ass chewed,  and then I came.

"He's shooting!"  Guys watched closely as the phone recorded every detail.
It was clear that I was swallowing my own cum, my throat bobbing as I gulped
down one load after another. Jake never stopped his tongue action the whole
time.  Suddenly he was being raised, turned around and situated over me.  He
was made to squat slowly and Delos was beside me, his tone barely concealing
its excitement..

"You are going to eat his ass until he comes if it takes all night.  I
suggest you get that tongue in motion -- it's your ticket to freedom,
trainer."  His ass was flaming from the vicious thrashings.  I stared at the
shock of black curls that descended to my face.

"Get that tongue up your buddy's hole."  I sobbed and obeyed without
thought, tasting ass juices and varieties of cum.  I wept but knew it was
inevitable so I began to probe.   Thick, fetid curls enveloped my face and I
could barely breathe.  I knew my rough stubble rubbed his raw ass but I
couldn't do anything else.  I heard Delos telling his brother what was
happening and again brought the phone close. Despite his shame, Jake became
excited.  He'd never been rimmed.  He bounced and gasped, his thick curls
rubbing then I heard him grunt and yell "No!" as he froze and spurted.

They were not quite finished.  They made Jake sit on my lap, dick to dick
and forced me to lick his face clean of his own cum. Two crying, cum-covered
sweaty camels were told to smile for the camera. Delos told his brother to
watch and he stepped closer, naked but for white socks.

"Hey, boyfriends should show their affections.  We wanna see some kissing."
This may have been the worst command of the day.  Laughter rang out as we
looked at one another, blushing violently.  Hands pressed the back of our
heads until our lips locked.

"Show me some passion or you're both getting dicked down the line!"  We
looked at each other, hands bound to our collars, sobbing yet opening our
mouths wide, swallowing tongues like fucking high school kids making out in
the car.  He tasted of cum as I did.  We kept our mouths locked, waiting
desperately for the ordeal to end.  Surely this debasement with both of us
driven to tears should satisfy the darkest soul.

Our chests rubbed, slick with sweat, and my face was guided to his soaking,
rancid armpits. When I began to munch on the black curls he moaned and I
felt his cock harden.  My lips were still in his pit when my hips were
raised and set on his cock.  I was slowly impaled on his thick member and
they cheered when I gave a harsh "Ugh" as it slid the last bit and I sat on
curls. He was breathing rapidly, his excitement quickening, and then a low,
"Oh man, I...."  He shot, grunting and gasping as sperm jetted inside me.  I
froze as he filled me with several blasts, shivering in shame.. I was almost
beyond comprehension when I heard a loud shout.

"Fuck, we only got 30 minutes to get these camels back to the royal palace.
Can you two stop smooching long enough to walk?"  I pulled out with a loud
pop and we were raised, unsteady on our feet.   I detected a strong amount
of the hardon fluid in my dick gag and only one release of cum after a week
of inactivity barely scratched the surface.  It was not long until we were
helplessly erect again.

Delos pulled out two cords and attached them to our collars.  They loudly
jerked on the cords, telling all the world we were theirs.  We stumbled
back, led by the leashes, jeered by the surrounding gang, two defeated,
stinking camels. We were barely aware of the folks who smiled as the rowdy
gang drove us down the streets with sturdy belts.  I yelped and hopped as my
rear was flayed, each lick followed with a "Hey, you see him jump?"   Jake
suffered also, his blazing rump and legs given harsh, whirring slashes of
pain.

"I bet you're tummy is full, right, right?"  I didn't respond. I must have
swallowed at least a quart of cum as did Jake.  My ass was so sore and it
itched horribly.  We finally saw the blessed gates of the palace and the
smartly dressed guard.  Delos threw an arm around my shoulder and whispered.

"One word about this and I'll make sure this was getting off light."  I
nodded in fast  agreement, simply wanting to escape this roving pack.  "One
more thing -- I better not run into you alone or we're taking a little trek
to the Whipping Post.  You don't know what a thrashing is till you've
mounted those steps, pal."  I shivered and prayed I would never see him
again.  He pinched my rump and I jumped as we walked up to a guard, Delos
still clutching me like long lost friends.

"Hey man, a bud of mind asked me to deliver this pair to the royal palace."
The guard stepped out, looked us over and turned us around.  His long, low
whistle caught all of our attention.

"Someone's down a number on their asses."  Delos shook his head slowly,
reluctantly agreeing with the man.

"Yeah, we had to calm them down, give em a few licks on the way here."  The
guard rubbed Jakes fiery rump and chuckled.   "I just bet you did."   He
made a call on his phone and soon a man from the castle emerged.  He did not
look pleased.

He gave us a scalding stare then grabbed the leashes and took off down a
long hall. Despite my ordeal, the pain and the multiple dicks I'd taken, I
was plunged back into depths of humiliation.  We passed at least 20 fully
dressed guests or workers.  Two guys pointed in mock surprise then smiled
and gave us a thumbs up.  One guy began pumping a phantom cock and both were
overcome with gales of laughter. We were quickly run thru a shower, scrubbed
roughly then dried by some worker who seemed bored.

He took us to a large room that was bare except for two long rows of
mattresses on which lay castle slaves -- the proper term was "royal domestic
prisoner".  Each man was spread eagle in place.  Like the others, our dicks
throbbed with no letup.  I raised my head and looked out on a sea of hairy
crotches, chests, red faces and wiggling toes. We groaned with desire.  A
handsome guy next to me fought as he swallowed a dick gag.  The guard said
it was freshly soaked in the hardon juice.  He was then plugged with a dildo
and the guard pressed a button on the end.  The poor guy screamed and
writhed and the guard  smiled. He was so stiff his cock jutted above his
stomach, touching nothing, throbbing.  I groaned at the slightest touch to
my backside and heard Jake's painful sounds.

The next day we were fed and brought to the castle camel area where carts
could be rented for half days.  This was more show and less punishment. Of
course we were tailed and gagged, bound with harnesses, but there were no
paddles or painful torture. The tails were a new type, rather thin, composed
of hard rubber except for a round, metal tip.  We soon learned that unless
we squeezed our rumps, the tip emitted a small electric shock.

Wes walked up just as the tail was being thrust inside me.  Of course I was
mortified, being pierced while my best bud watched closely.  He bound the
bushy tail to the thick belt himself and when I relaxed my hips, the thing
buzzed. I jumped and squeezed, stopping the buzz but when I again relaxed it
jolted me again. Wes laughed and said I better keep a good grip on things. I
was red-eyed and felt like I'd been at it for hours when I hadn't ever
started.

"That's it, Eric.  You can train that ass."  I bowed my head and he moved
close, pressing against me.  "That little buzz going off deep inside ca be
controlled thru will power -- you just gotta try harder."  His large hand
gently squeezed my crimson rump and this time it remained, gently kneading
the raw flesh.  He beamed at me and I felt that confusion and intimacy and
mortification.  His hand did not move and he stood beside me in his smart
uniform as my cock danced.  We'd jerked off in barns and woods and now he
was my trainer and our past friendship made it almost unbearable.  He looped
the tiny circle under the cock head and drew it tight, tying it to the belt.

Then he fixed up Jake who was huffing and puffing, trying not to break down
again. He squealed at the tiny buzz deep up his rectum and finally learned
the secret.  Of course when we started trotting, it was impossible to
maintain a permanent grip and we jumped.  The passengers had no idea what
was going on and were quite amused with our squeals. We marched in the hot
sun from one attraction to another.   We were give lots of water, nourishing
health bars and even a rest period.   We got back and Wes quickly washed us
down and led us to the restaurant.

"Nothing like lots of work to take your mind off your troubles."  His cheer
would have been infectious under other circumstances but here it was
grinding.  Again I went among the diners, being handled as much as I served,
standing mutely while hands explored areas of my body that not even a doctor
had probed. Several diners opened my crack in order to view the tail
piercing me. I felt fingers tracing around my anus, amused strangers who
enjoyed our utter misery.  Then it was back to the castle for sleep and the
whole thing started over again.

We worked only half a day Sunday but that time was spent cleaning the
grounds.  We had not been allowed to touch ourselves all week long and we
were almost mad with desire.  Yet we were never alone -- there was always
someone close by.  They even had watchers in the bathrooms when we performed
our odious tasks there.  If they thought we were  antsy they'd simply bind
our hands to our collars.

Marching in the streets brought a new horror every few minutes.  There were
always the bothersome locals or the fascinated tourists or the college guys
hazing the camels for fun. At least my rump healed after several days
although it seemed I could feel the buzz inside me even when the thing was
not inserted.

Wes was helpful but businesslike.  In the mornings before our runs, he would
coat us all over with suntan oil, especially our angry dicks and aching
balls.  He'd ask us how the previous day went, tell me any important news
and encourage me.  His little jokes only made me feel worse.

"Hey bro, another day, another hardon.  It's a pisser not being able to
jerk."  I gasped as he playfully held my cock, bending it and releasing it,
driving me to the edge then walking away leaving me panting.  Jake was
tormented by the female tourists who loved to run their fingers thru the
curls.  He'd stand still, sobbing, as five women touched and caressed him,
egged on by their boyfriends.  When he came, the guys called a guard and
helped hold Jake in place as the guard gave him a sound thrashing. The
guards envied his popularity and did not hold back, eager to give the
popular rump harsh punishment.

One night Wes called and told the cook to bring me to the castle.  I was the
last one there and the man was furious because he had plans.  He was fuming
and fussing and happened to see my faint smile at his troubles.  That was
the wrong thing to do.  He made me stand in the corner, nose to the wall and
I heard him speaking on his cell.

I waited in silence and my imagination began to run wild. I jumped at the
knock on the doors and the cook unlocked the door with an animated, "Hey,
dudes."  I thought it was Wes but then I heard the voices and my heart
jumped to my throat.

"Hey, Mr. Trainer, long time no see."  It was Constantine, the former camel
I'd trained, with his brother, Delos.  I turned and saw them stroll inside,
grinning ear to ear. They looked almost like twins with their short hair,
square jaws, matching eagle tats and powerful chests. I looked desperately
for the cook but he strolled up and greeted them in a friendly manner.  I
whirled around, nose to the corner. They took their time, relishing the
moment. I was cornered like prey and heard an order to turn around. I did so
and my knees shook at the sight, their hands on hips, feet wide, exuding
male power.

"Looking good, Mr. Trainer."  Their smirks grated on my senses.  Constantine
lifted my apron and stared at my cock, standing proudly.  He squeezed the
sticky tip and I made an awful sound -- not quite a screech or a groan.
"That dick head is looking good too, dick head."   They chuckled as they
stood and Delos spoke the dreaded words.

"This wasn't the only surprise, big bro.  I warned our pal where he would be
headed next time I saw him.  Why don't you tell him, Eric?"  It was my only
thought, his last words and now it was all so real.  I gulped, unable to
answer.  He gave me a smirk and beamed at his brother.  "We're visiting the
Whipping Post, remember?"   Oh man, I certainly did.  Constantine shouted
and jumped in the air, boisterous and pumped up.

"Yeah, bro!"  They were pleased as punch, overjoyed at being in control of
my fate yet again.  They rocked on the balls of their feet, back and forth,
almost bursting with energy.  Delos was on the damn cell and I overheard
"meet us close to the stage".  I shuddered as Constantine unwrapped a cord
that had been tightly wound around his beefy upper arm and tied it to my
collar.  They were menacing with their boxer tops on display, backwards caps
and swaggering manner.  They literally radiated strength and confidence.

"Come on, pal.  You got tryouts tonight!"  The cord was jerked and looked
around.  "Step to it, Mr. Trainer.  You always talked about following
orders."  I could run but my wrists were bound and I wore just an apron --
how far would I get?   Instant heat engulfed me when we stepped out the
door.  They reveled at my flustered state but worse than that was the talk
about our destination. They joked, punching each other as they celebrated.

"Come on, man. You don't want to keep the crowds waiting and at this time of
night the place is packed."  We took a few steps and I heard approaching
voices.  My gut twisted when I recognized men from the night in the alley.
They greeted me with big grins, not bothering to hide their excitement.  I
felt that sinking feeling as they pushed me up the street, unaware of the
ringing in my ears and the mounting dread.

"Guys, you hear the good news?"   Another member of the pack had walked
over. "Guess who's on tonight -- Carros!" They punched their fists in the air
with bellows and my heart sank even as it beat harder.  They jostled me and
each other, men partying and whooping noisily. That name struck fear in
every camel. It was not just his powerful arm but his manner. I was shoved
and stumbled, dying with anxiety.

The tension was indescribable. The crowd could be heard from far away, sheer
noise yet above it all was the loud smacks of the paddle.  This was free
entertainment for the masses, punishment of convicted criminals, and since
this was Friday the place was packed to the gills with both locals and
tourists.  I passed the snack bars, street vendors, popcorn machines. I bit
my lip in an attempt to maintain control.  Everyone who saw the leash knew
exactly where I was being taken.  A stranger saw us and called out.

"There's a long line for the Whipping Post.  Carrok's on duty and the crowds
are fucking enormous. You taking him over there, right?"  His loutish buds
drank and sneered at me.

"That's  exactly where we're headed and if I'm not satisfied we'll get right
back in line for another go."  The trio guffawed scornfully in that
masculine manner, deep sounds that raised the hairs on my arms.  One of them
yelled he'd be sure and wave.

"Dude, Carrok gives extra if you got a hardon."   The apron was jutting
upwards and it was ripped off.   My cock stood straight up and the trio
hooted and yelled I was shit for breakfast. I thought I'd collapse but Delos
gave me a shove as more pals joined us.

"Flad you guys made it.  Remember Eric?"  Oh fuck, the blond brothers who
had taken turns in my mouth and ass, grinning ear to ear. The closest one
wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and spit on the ground.   He
flicked my chin up in the air and assumed a jolly attitude.

"Hey man, nice to see you too."  They chortled at my erection.  "We hear you
got a big night ahead of you."  They elbowed one another, snickering as I
squirmed.   "Yeah, it's a paddling till your ass sizzles."    I was
powerless to stop this scene and it suddenly struck me that it was being
repeated all over the city. To them, I deserved every punishment and they
felt not the slightest sympathy for my predicament.   I saw the large sign --
"Camel Processing."  Oh God, and a bored young soldier sat behind a desk,
gathering necessary paperwork.  Suddenly darkness descended as a blindfold
was snapped tightly. I shook my head violently in a vain attempt to fling it
off. I was terrified of the blackness as I stood naked but for heavy work
shoes, wrists bound upward to my collar.

"Take it easy, Eric."  His arm again was around my shoulders, guiding me
forward.  My whole frame shuddered at his touch.  He was handed a paper and
told to enter name, age and severity of thrashing.    Delos asked to view
the nightly "program" displaying names and degree of punishment requested.
The range was 1 to 10, lightest to roughest, and Delos read them out loud.

"Hmm, most guys are getting a 7 or 8.  Look, there's a five and a fucking 3
-- not a single fucking 10."   That talk was so crushing, the casual manner
in which our chastisement was discussed. It was like I was not even present.
  The voice behind the desk inquired.

"Finished with that sheet?  I need to add your pal....hot damn!  He's getting
the first 10 of the night!"   I whirled in the direction of Constantine,
shouting, "Fuck no, man."  The guy behind the desk told his fellow worker to
pass the word and charge for the seats up front.  He was happy that he would
clear 50 Euros for the night.   "Why is he getting a 10?"  A low chuckle
arose beside me and I shuddered.

"I thought it may take his mind off that stiff prick. Besides, I got tired
of his insolence."  The men laughed and one of the soldiers grabbed my leash
and pulled me low across the table, his hot breath in my face.

"That right, pal?  These men get tired of your attitude and decided you
needed that butt set on fire?" I gulped, trembling, unsure whether to shake
my head and answer.  Then I agreed, hating myself for being so damn
agreeable and pliant. I felt panic quickly take control as Constantine
pulled me next to him, speaking softer, pinching my rump.

"Calm down, Eric.  How much longer is it before show time?"  I quaked inside
in mind-numbing shame and fear as the strap kept a steady rhythm in the
background.  The young man told them I had about 45 minutes until it was "my
turn" and the snickering chilled me to the bone.  I was led to an area that
reeked of an outhouse.

"Clean him out?"  Someone took my arm as Constantine said, "Go ahead."
Without a word I was bent over a table next to another gasping camel and in
front of God and the rest of the world, a wet tube thrust inside me and the
water jetted.

"Keep that ass up, boy!"  Fuck, it sounded like some teenager.  I winced and
gasped for breath, thrashing up and down until Constantine pressed my chin
to the surface of the table with an order to "Be still."  He was in a
talkative mood.

"Those suds do wonders, pal."  Tears soaked the blindfold.  When my anus
itched I began to squirm helplessly.  They noticed immediately and chuckled.
I was heckled for not being still as I was filled until near bursting.
Then, with the tube still inside me I was pulled off and the kid shoved me
down on a bucket in the open. I exploded with a loud noise.  One guy asked
what I had for supper and chuckled.  I was lifted off the seat.

"Let's start the rinsing."  I screamed from behind the gag but once again I
went over the table and the rod was shoved deep inside for a clean rinse
with warm water. Following that was another humiliating trek to the open
bucket.

By the time I returned from my third trip on the bucket I was weak.  My
chest heaved and my body flushed and shivered.  I felt empty and clean as I
was shoved behind a long line of camels.  Many pleaded with trainers who
ignored or taunted them.  There was no turning back and I gritted my teeth,
gulped and tried to hold on.  The blindfold popped and I saw Constantine
chatting with someone, his arm casually draped over my shoulder.  I looked
up and down the line.   Up ahead was the redhead who'd worked as a waiter
the first day.  His scowling trainer kept a beefy hand on his arm as he
pleaded for mercy.

"Didn't I warn you about whining?"   He quickly gagged the lad and snapped
on a blindfold despite frantic protests.   At last the guy stood very still,
breathing harshly thru his nose, shaking with sobs.  His cock stood up from
a thatch of orange pubes and it was long with a large knob.  The trainer
stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders, shoving him up one spot, telling
him it would all be over soon.  The guys shoulders shook when the trainer
pulled him close, whispered and softly patted his rump.

Right behind me a new guy was moved in line.  He looked like an athlete,
rugged and silent. His hands were bound to his collar and his large cock
stiff. His eyes betrayed him, darting around wildly as shudders ran thru his
muscular frame.  His tag said he was 28 yet the lad who held his leash was
not over 18.  No wonder he was in such a state, being under the watch of
this young man who was loud and crude.

"Yo man, whats up....fuck no....it'll be about an hour...my uncle rented a camel
for a month on the farm and asked me to take him to the Whipping Post"   He
turned to the distraught man with a wide grin. "Right, Thomas?"  The man
swallowed and did not reply.  The camel winced at the conversation, chewing
his lower lips and tears welling."  "You should see him, dude, he is racked
and pecker is hard as a fucking diamond and big as a fucking horse."   He
grinned wickedly at the man.  "You're getting your own cheering squad, dude.
My buds are coming down. "   Constantine spoke sharply.

"What the fuck happened to your blindfold?"   He snapped it back on and the
other guys said they were getting beers before the fun began.  They felt my
ass, joshing it would be too hot to touch afterwards.   Constantine stayed
with me, our roles reversed.   Ahead of me a trainer told a camel to step
into the white briefs worn on stage.  They did little to protest the flesh
and hid not a single hardon but it was customary.  A finger tip rubbed right
under the cock head and I jerked, startled.  More small strokes followed and
my cock went mad.

"Look at that prick, all hot and bothered."   Voices were close and despite
his torment I leaned towards the former victim at my side. I felt the
leather of his glove as he slowly scratched my anus then suck in to his
knuckle send waves of sensations in all directions. .

"Spread em,. Eric."   I obeyed without thought, my insides quaking at the
words and the presence of others who were obviously watching.  His finger
sunk even deeper now, jerking my ass up in the air, wiggling inside me so
that my hips matched the wiggling of the fingers.

"How you feeling, camel?"  I gasped and turned toward the stranger's voice.
Of course I did not answer but his buddy who stood close by answered for me.

"How you think he feels, man?  He can't see shit, he's rocking his hips like
a stripper and he's third from getting his pretty butt blistered."  I was in
such a frenzy over the curling finger it barely registered.  The first guy
chuckled and lifted my chin as the fingers paused their torment.  "I bet you
don't feel so good right now, do you pal?"  He didn't even try to hide his
mirth.  I could barely catch my breath and jerked when my cock was pulled to
the side only to be released so that they could witness it springing up hard
as a rock.  There was a crowd of guys enjoying the obvious misery of those
in line.

"Dude, can that cock get any stiffer?"  A volley of laughter rang out and a
hand slapped my back.  "All I can say about that monster is too bad for you.
  Carrok really pours it on for the dudes with hardons"  A gaggle of hooting
and giggling broke out and someone asked what I was getting.

"The Supreme -- my bud deserves a 10, right Eric?"  Someone yelled,"Carrok's
been asking for one all night."  Right in my face a deep, male voice
hollered, "It's a trip to the woodshed!"   I was grateful for the blindfold
hiding my tears.

"You should feel honored, dude, getting that fanny fried by the best!"  More
cackles from strangers and the finger pulled out of my ass.   He removed the
glove and I flinched when his arm again circled my broad shoulders.  My nips
were teased and yet my concentration was on the upcoming thrashing before
hundreds. I began to shake harder with silent sobs.

I was terrified that I would come in line which would mean an automatic
second trip on stage. I rocked back and forth, moaning but the sound was
drowned out by the yelps and frantic screams from the man on stage. His
trainer explained he was only getting a "6" since he was good worker, just a
little lazy. My heart beat in time with the loud cracks and I heard a voice
moving down the line.

"Ten minutes to show time!"  He patted my rump and I almost swooned.  I
blindly turned to Constantine, swallowing and pressing my lips tightly, a
sob threatening to escape.  He squeezed my shoulder, pulling me against him.

"Man, you made me proud."  He gave me another squeeze.  "You kept that dick
standing tall the whole time like a good boy!" I felt pressure on my spine
and stood up straight, a sob breaking forth as he cackled. The blindfold was
jerked away and I blinked at the lights, stunned at the revelry and loud
orders for beer and food. Gawkers shouted insults, guys and gals smiled and
above it all was the Whipping Post.  Sturdy young men climbed that stage in
tighty whities and got soundly thrashed to thunderous cheers and screams.

Some resisted but it made no difference.  In the end, they all gave into the
crowd, the  exposure, the shame and the ear-splitting slaps of the paddle on
wiggling rumps. The cracks rose over all else and were always accompanied by
frantic cries and deep bellows of helpless, braying guys. Behind me, the
athletic man looked absolutely wretched when the teen promised his hooting
buddies they'd be back on a weekly basis.  He beamed at the beefy guy and
gave his round, tight bottom a loud slap.

Despite the situation I felt myself giving in, drawing closer for some kind
of protection from the wild mob.  The redhead was back and sobbing and the
trainer told him to cry it out.   Fear clutched my heart and once more I
turned to him with a last desperate appeal.

"Constantine, I'll do anything but don't make me go up there...please, man,
I'm begging with all my heart."   He smiled cruelly and gave me a loud fake
kiss on my cheek.

"Dude, you don't want me to disappoint everyone who's been waiting to see
your licking do you?"  I bit my lips as he helped me into the white undies.
My cock pumped and my whole body kept jerking in spasms.  A deep shout from
above startled me.

"Come on up, blondie. The folks are getting antsy."  I faltered at the
bottom of the steps and he hollered," Move it!"  His words hit with the
force of a tornado and though my knees were weak, the heavy shoes pounded
loudly on the wooden steps.   I felt a sinking feeling of despair while all
around me rose an avalanche of noise.

Carrok stood, arms folded, smiling, a terrifying sight.  He was in his late
20's, handsome and sturdy, short black hair and clean cut.  He took my
breath away -- that half smile, swarthy complexion and haughty manner along
with his uniform - black leather pants, high boots and an oversized white
shirt in the old French style.  His white, straight teeth beamed as he
smiled but my focus was on his hand that held the handle of a thick, square
leather paddle shiny with use.  He looked like a rogue and I inhaled
sharply, detecting his cologne and sweat.  Two men turned me toward the
crowd and raised my arms, binding my hands high to the twin posts. My feet
were pulled apart and bound.  I hung writhing before this raucous audience
and Carrok stepped up from behind, a hand on my neck.

"Folks, we got a treat tonight. Until recently this dude was a trainer --
payback is a bitch, right?"  The mob erupted with a roar and I twisted under
his glare.  I gulped and sniffled as the screaming and stomping continued.
My underwear was bulging, dick throbbing. He held up a hand and his voice
was simultaneously confidential and ominous.

"We got another treat - his kind trainer has requested -- guess what?"  The
crowd began to scream and jump up and down..."10 10 10 10 10".   He
acknowledged their wishes with a hearty slap on my back and a loud
"Congratulations!"   The anticipation was unlike any other and I screamed
when he ripped off the white undies and threw them to the crowd.  He turned,
beaming with those perfect teeth as the noise reached a new level. I could
not grasp it yet, my nakedness and hardness before this huge mob that grew
in size with each passing second.  My cock did not relax one whit.

"Big 10 dudes are special!" and he squeezed my rump.  When laughter died he
pointed down. "Whoa, is that for real?"   He bent it down and let it spring
up and a huge roar erupted.  I caught a glimpse of the pack down in fronts,
standing together, feet wide, thumbs in the band of their boxers, elbowing
one another.  Several waved and cried out to me.   I looked away swiftly, my
mind racing from one thought to another.

"Will these suprises never end - a pretty white tail."   Shouts of amused
derision rang out but his booming voice drowned them out.  "I promise,
folks, that's only temporary."  The roar reached tidal wave proportions.  My
fans up front slapped each other on the back, punched their fists in the air
and yelled in deep throaty cheers.  Carrok grabbed my startled face and
turned it sharply so that I faced him.  His voice boomed.

"You better listen and listen good, pal.   I'm blistering that bottom like
it's never been blistered and do you know when I stop?"  He waited for a
second.  "When I want to!"  The crowd went wild as he stepped back and
raised his arm.  I had braced myself for the blow but was still stunned at
the incredible force that drove my crotch forward.  I cried "Shit!" more
shocked than painful and the mob burst into laughter and someone shouted.

"Didn't expect that did you, blondie?"  Another voice cried, "That's only
the first one, dick head.  There's lots more where that came from!" Shouts
rang out to keep up the good work and he did.  I could not believe the
instant explosions of agony, the incredible force behind each lick. My
backside burned with an intensity I'd felt only after a long thrashing and
he was just getting started.  Already he was settling into a rhythm and I
caught a glimpse of the men below.  They acted like it was the Super Bowl,
calling me a star and asking for autographs.  I jerked at my bonds violently
then my body shot forward again, propelled by the sheer force of the smacks.
   My thoughts were jumbled - the roar of the crowd, the thunderous licks,
the mocking from the gang.  My world narrowed to the stage and the pounding
paddle on my flaming tail.

"Now you can move, blondie."   My ankles had been undone and he knew exactly
what I'd do.  In seconds I was twisting and jumping and wagging my butt at a
new round of especially ferocious blows. I hollered and wiggled like someone
possessed and the crowd loved it.   He never slowed nor let up, grunting as
he swung. He took hold of my shoulder and I looked at him, sobbing loudly.
He gave me a wide grin and raised his arm as I cried out.  He delivered a
mighty wallop and I threw my head back and bayed to the stars

"He thinks he's a hound dog!"  The noise was a constant roar. Every single
whack was utterly devastating, the paddle crashing furiously across both
cheeks.  Then he began to alternate sides before delivering a mind-numbing
lick that rose from the ground and landed right in my crack.  That drove me
into a frenzy and I hollered and cursed and pleaded, dancing on tiptoes and
jerking my flaming tail from side to side.  He still held on to my shoulder,
thrashing steadily and I was as wet as if I'd stepped out of a shower.

The pain and humiliation had merged and my behind screamed its own protest
as the crowd demanded I dance for them. I hopped and swung my hips from side
to side in the faint chance they would be satisfied.   He was cracking the
paddle upwards and I tried to kick back at him.  The scene kept exploding in
my brain and I no longer cared about my pride or appearance -- I just wanted
to stop the thrashing of a lifetime.

"Spank that crybaby's tail!"  He paused and his helpers pulled my legs up
and back so that I faced the mob hanging by my wrists.  He pulled up a
stool, set his foot on it then patted his knee. The men lowered me so that I
was draped over his knee and I screamed a guttural roar of protest.  I
called him all sorts of names as the crowd screamed.  He rubbed my rump
softly then began a furious, quick bare-handed spanking over his knee. I
kicked my legs and hollered to the heavens.

"Oh God, Jesus!"   Somone yelled it was too late to pray.  I was getting an
old-fashioned licking by this stranger before a cheering, lusty mob.  The
guys below leaned on each other, laughing so hard they could barely stand.
Cameras flashed from all points and I wailed.   Water was poured over my ass
and then he used the paddle again as I bucked uncontrollably to cries of
"Hee Haw, break in that camel." My legs pumped without ceasing and when he
stepped back I knew I had reached the limit.  He gave a loud shout of
triumph and delivered a final shattering blow that literally lifted my butt
in the air. I howled and the crowd responded with its own mocking howl.

The silence after the ear-splitting licks was broken by the sounds bursting
forth from inside me.  My backside ached like nothing else, boiling and raw.
  I moved my hips as if the whipping had not ceased, bawling like a baby,
heaving and trying to catch my breath. The workers lifted my legs high in
the air showing my blazing behind. My wrists were unbound and only Carrok's
support prevented me from collapsing. I faced him, my back to the mob.  He
wagged his finger in my red face covered in sweat, snot and dust.  My eyes
stung with salty sweat, blinded by the river of tears.

"Are you gonna straighten up now?"   Somehow I managed a quivering "Yes Sir"
amid my heaving sobs.  He held my face in his hands, studied me then looked
at the crowd.  I was turned to once again face the crowd and he rubbed my
scalp and asked if that was the worst thrashing I'd ever got, holding up a
mic to get my quivering response. I sobbed and agreed wholeheartedly   My
cock was amazingly erect and he smiled and gave the tip a little squeeze. He
put an arm around my shoulder.

"He's given me a promise he'll be a good boy from now on. -- give this fellow
a nice hand."  He acted as if we were best buds at a ball game as the crowd
applauded.  He squeezed my rump and whispered.  "Tell Constantine to bring
you back real soon."  I gasped, startled and he delivered a final smack with
his bare hand as I turned to the stairs.

"Get down those steps!"  I yelped loudly and the mob screamed their humored
approval. I faced new volleys of derision and ribbing as I made my way thru
the crowd, tormenting hands and voices at every turn.  I saw Constantine
with the gang and he was grinning widely.  I almost fell in his arms as they
congratulated me.

"Man, you had some moves I didn't know were possible up there. I bet that
ass is singing Heatwave right now."  My wrists were bound to the collar so I
could not touch my rear end as I so desperately craved.  I was in agony and
Delos took my arm.

"That ass is sizzling.  Come here, guys, get a feel of this."  He turned to
me. His hand pressed the back of my head and I was bent over, convulsing
with little spasms.  He rubbed my neck as he knelt in front of me.

"Dude, your still sporting major wood!"  My forehead rested on his shoulder
and I felt them tease and inspect the swollen flesh closely.  I jerked and
yelped at the pinches and rough handling as their palms felt the cherry
globes, pulling me wide apart to see the scarlet of my crack.  Complete
strangers came over to feel the heat radiating.  When I was raised they
buckled tight leather bands around my brawny upper arm, then a leather
cockring with studs and last but not least, a dick gag attached to a chain.
I looked like a kept slave.  Delos toyed with my wet, bulging cock head and
stood back grinning.

"This cutie for rent?"  Oh fuck!  It was a group of gals out on the town. My
cock pumped madly to their shocked delight.  They held hands over their
mouths, giggling.  Delos threw an arm around my shoulder, his elbow circling
my neck pulling me close to him.

"Naw, not by you.   He's into guys."  His tone was smarmy and I screamed
thru the gag but the lady only chuckled.  They gasped as he turned me
around.

"Look, that's the one you loved on stage.  You always pick me, honey -  a
crying camel who like men!"  I shook my head violently from side to side.
Why did I care what these strangers thought? I tried to get away but was
held tightly by the men.  I wept  behind the gag and one gal sighed, said my
"boyfriend" was lucky. They walked on and Constantine turned with an
innocent expression, loving my shame.

"Now Eric, we have to decide if you learned your lesson or if you need
another guest spot on stage tonight."  The wave of panic was unlike anything
I've ever felt before.  I began  protesting, begging, sobbing. I couldn't
face the paddle again under any circumstances.  Constantine grinned and
looked closer.

"Man, you're acting scared for some reason."  I nodded, my voice strangled,
almost beyond words.  "Yes sir."  He paused as if thinking and lazily rubbed
my rump.

"Your choice - get back on stage or ask to suck our cocks -- all of them."
The chortles and wild cries exploded and men grabbed their crotches and
began raunchy male banter.  I looked at him in disbelief.  Oh fuck..I
couldn't do that here in this public place.  They all watched gleefully at
the win-win situation.   He sighed and began pulling me toward the line yet
I was unable to ask.  Just as I was about to be back in place I said I'd do
it.

"No, you have to ask nicely.  Just think about eating all these hairy
dongs."  I swallowed, the fucking tears again streaming.  "Wonder what the
gals would say seeing you suck our dicks like a two-bit whore." I twisted
and turned to him and he asked if I had something to say.  I tried to talk
thru the sobs and the gag.  He pulled it out and I respectfully asked if I
could suck their pricks.   My obvious loathing made it that much better - a
dude asking a group of toughs to please let him eat their cocks!
Constantine waited for effect.

"Well all you had to do was ask, Eric."  I was dragged to a darkened
building, walking right past the line of men waiting for their trip.   The
leers on the faces of those who saw us left no doubt as to my next task.
Constantine walked slow, tormenting my broiling butt, whispering that I'd
have a cock in my mouth all night long. I started bawling again and he
popped my rump and pushed me to my knees.  His sticky tip rubbed my nose
then parted my lips.   It was then I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, what are you doing to that camel?"   I was never so relieved or so
humiliated in all my life to hear the voice of Wes.   He marched over,
frowning and turned to Delos who explained they were just having a little
fun.   Constantine yawned and stretched, quite unperturbed as he kept his
cock in my mouth while I waited.

"We're just playing with him.  Besides, he asked to suck our cocks, didn't
he?"  The men all agreed I had begged them to perform this odious task. All
the while the dick slowly eased in and out and before Wes could say another
word he froze and cried out.

"Ohhh fuck!  What a mouth...yeah, drink it all down, Eric."  I gulped sperm as
my best pal watched.  When he pulled out Wes told him we were leaving -- he
was a royal camel and as such he was under his control.

"Eric, get up.  Let's get back to the castle.  You're late."  I pulled back
and long strands of cum hung in the air.  I stood, shaking violently and he
wiped my face with a soft handkerchief. The men drifted off, telling me
they'd see me next time I was on stage.

"Almost in the nick of time, right pal?"    I nodded, still not in complete
control of my emotions.  He rubbed the back of my scalp as I broke down.  I
stood with my sharply-dressed best bud in a darkened warehouse with my rigid
cock. It would take several releases to tame that beast.  The shame surged
even more when his hand brushed my broiling behind.

"Jesus, that is the reddest ass I have ever seen.  You just get down from
the Whipping Post?"  I nodded and he pulled me to him for a manly embrace.
"Ah dude, that must have been a pisser."  He held me close, ignoring my
rampaging prick as I sobbed into his shoulder.  His hand gently rubbed my
steaming rump.  He pushed back at arm's length.

"I was busy and didn't know you were gone.  Was it as rough as I hear?"    I
shook my head as he pulled the familiar small bottle from his pocket.  It
was a jar of crème that all trainers carried for treatment of a camel's butt
after a thrashing.  The last thing they wanted was loss of our services. He
led me to a bench in this deserted area and sat down.

"Come on, man, get down here."  I stared at him -- bend over his lap?  His
eyes seemed to twinkle in good-natured fun and the humiliation hit full
force as I went down and looked at the pavement inches from my face.  My
cock went straight between his legs and he began to coat my rump with the
crème, working slowly, coating it in deep, being careful not to apply too
much force.  I gulped when I felt my cheeks spread and the finger delve
inside, covering the red, blazing flesh then lubricating my anus.  I groaned
at the slightest touch and raised my ass -- the cream felt so fucking good.
He got a call.

"Yah, I'm here too, under the trellis. I found Eric who got taken to the
Whipping Post by some dudes.  I gotta wait till the cream I put on his ass
dries...oh hey, there you are."  I looked up and of course it was the smartass
royal trainer smirking and shaking with amusement at the sight of me draped
over Wes's knee with my scarlet, shiny rump.  He knelt and raised my face.

"Dude, why is it every time we meet you've just gotten your butt blistered?"
  They both thought that quite funny and I looked down in misery as they
inspected the damage closely, whistling in shock and laughing at my reaction
to pinches.  I moaned loudly when my ass was pulled wide and bridled when a
finger soothed the blond curls down and my anus popped into view. Wes
continued to work while chatting as I finally drifted off into a peaceful
slumber, thinking my days at this position were numbered.