Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:51:14 +0000 From: Drin Whethers <cobradelight@hotmail.com> Subject: Royal Nightmare - 1 Royal Nightmare - 1 By CobraDelight Fiction for adults B&D, M/M My name is Nikos Karyzin and I am sitting in a cage on a ship in the middle of the ocean. Just a week ago I was third in line for the throne of Slovenia, walking out of the Casino in my sporty jacket and tie. The next thing I knew a gun was at my neck and I was pushed into the back of a van. I did not say a word and flushed when the guy behind me gave my backside a firm squeeze and in a low voice said, "Good boy." He was American but with a strange accent. I started to ask questions but was told to shut up. I obeyed, thinking this had to be a joke pulled by one of my royal cousins. No one spoke to me in this manner. Inside, though, things got worse. I felt fingers on my belt, loosening it, then my zipper. My trousers were jerked to my ankles and I was pushed down beside my cousin, Ivan, who wore an expensive suit, the A van pulled up and the back opened. My cousin, Ivan, blinking in surprise, wearing a sports jacket and tie. He must have been at a party. "OK, you two, let's drop those trousers to your ankles, boxers too." With a gun aimed at us I didn't have a lot of options. "Now let's get to know one another. Lay down, side by side, and hold each other like it was your nightly pussy." Swallowing and flushing, we obeyed, arms around each other, squirming when our crotches touched. They laughed and tied us this way. "Ya'll smile so we can send a pic of the lovebirds." We began cursing but an odd gag stopped us - a thick rubber rod with straps in the middle. Our mouths were shoved on the ends, stretched wide into a big "O". Straps were secured around the back of our heads and jerked tight, forcing our lips together. We squealed in protest. "His highnesses the cock suckers!" Laughter followed as a blindfold cut our vision. Here we were, royal heirs, handsome athletic guys at the mercy of thugs. Murder was too good for them. They'd be tortured for at least a month and I would personally watch them suffer after the ransom was paid.. "You two look snug as a June bug." We made muffled noises of outrage behind the gags. I even managed to kick one of my captors when he drew close. I got satisfaction from the loud "oomph" and a "oh fuck!" but a minute later it was payback time. "OK, pretty boy, got a little going away present for you." Hands pulled my buttocks apart and I gave loud muffled squeals. Someone laughed and something rubbed my anus, cold and hard, then pierced me, sinking deep inside. I squirmed at the new sensations. "Just taking your temperature, your highness." He clucked. "Now you got a little idea of how all those gals you banged felt!" He sounded gleeful as I squirmed. "It's a fucking sensation, huh?" He chuckled at the pun. The thing had not been greased and my rectum burned. I bucked against Ivan who had no idea what was going on. He said it was "only" in me 7 inches. He leaned over and told me to keep it in or else. He jiggled it back and forth inside me rapidly and I twisted and made gagged noises. My tormentor climbed in and the door shut.. He asked how the kissing was going.. We reacted with muffled shouts. "What's wrong, can't you talk?" We were often mistaken for brothers with our short blond hair and smooth, athletic bodies. He was from Bulgaria but we both had the family trademark square jutting jaw and wide shoulders. I groaned at the indignity of our closeness. The sensation up my rear end created sensations. Oh fuck, I was getting hard and he felt the swelling, our dicks touching. He had to wonder what was going on but I was helpless. My cock jutted upwards and ny captor noticed and chuckled, even grasping my thick rod and giving it a squeeze! We were trapped in this horrible embrace, not knowing our fate. We rode in darkness and when we stopped we were untied and stood and separated, the waves of the sea loud. We were pushed onto a ramp leading to a ship and tripped on our trousers around our ankles. We stood, hands behind our heads and hobbled along slowly to gales of laughter. I cried out when given a shove. I landed in the midst of a group of men, several in just their shorts. I felt arms and hairy legs and a back. I was ordered not to touch my butt -- the tube remained inside me, chaffing. At sea the gags were removed and I began shouting. "Nikos?" Hands touched my face and I grabbed them. "It's Carlos." I pulled him to me in a tight embrace and noticed he was naked. "Ten of us are here." He told me that he too was captured and had attempted to deal with money and gals. The guards simply laughed. Our blindfolds were finally removed and I looked around at the men, all royal cousins. My cock had softened somewhat but was still slightly elongated. A gang of young men came over and made us rise. I did so, my asshole itching terribly, cock expanding.. "OK you blond cuties, hand your jackets to Ray." We did so. "Now the ties and shirts." It was silent except for heavy breathing and the sound of clothes removed. "Shoes and socks." I tried to control my shaking but gasped when he said, "Now your trousers and shorts." He looked at my cock that swung and I was half-hard, flushed with humiliation. We stood naked, blushing furiously, in front of the grinning guards. "You're not embarrassed are you? Ya'll are all cousins and you two are even kissing cousins!" The group chuckled at his wit as I was told to turn around. Ivan was made to grasp the rod sticking out of my rear end and jiggle it back and forth quickly. "Don't stop till we say so." I felt his fingertips then the thing was pulled in and out rapidly as I groaned, my eyes filling with tears. My cock swelled until it was half hard and tears streamed down my cheeks. He was ordered to ease it out slowly and check the temp. He threw the thing to the deck and it exploded. A guard pulled out a gun and ordered him to his knees. He gulped, trembling and knelt, staring at my cock. "Kiss it -- kiss the fucking tip nice and slow." I shut my eyes, shuddering when he softly pressed his lips to the tip. He cried harder when ordered to lick my balls "until they were nice and shiny." I shuddered at the touch but when I lost my hardness they lost interest. We fell to the deck and I pulled him close, arm around his shoulder, trying to console him. The gang was still on the prowl. "Let's take Hairy Ass and see what makes this royal fucker different." Paulus and Benito Tasco were Italian brothers, dukes who lived to race cars and party. Although only in their. early mid 20's, their chests were covered in thick, black curls. Both were over six feet and noted for their powerful, manly bodies and bevy of female admirers. Benito's torso literally burst with masculine energy, hairy muscular arms and tight, packed waist. His legs were fury. He was fitted with a leather collar and his wrists bound to it, shocks of thick black pits on display. What got our attention was his huge hardon jutting from the wild tangle of black curls. He'd been here a week and his food had been spiked with the sap of the Culla tree causing intense erections. The guards chuckled as they tormented him by tugging on his hair. He squirmed and his cock throbbed. An amused guard pulled it down by the tip. "Damn, not much give!" He let the cock go and it flew up and smacked his stomach. He was beside himself with consternation, crushed with the double shame of exposure -- not only to his rough captors but his relatives. His erection was the height of embarrassment. He groaned and twisted as they bent his cock to the right, then the left, letting it spring up, quivering as hard as ever. He sobbed silently, shaking at his helplessness. A lad took his scrotum covered in black curls and held his balls loosely. "Man, these are churning." Another guy reached and they each inspected a ball, slowly rubbing, pulling them apart until he rose on tiptoes and cried out. They let got and chuckled as he squirmed and prepared himself for a new torment. He gasped loudly when fingers began slowly rubbing the hairy spot between his anus and balls. He shook and opened his eyes wide in disbelief when he felt the little leather strap being fitted under his scrotum then snapped in place over his leaking prick. "A cock ring is just what you need." He stared, transfixed by his distended organs that seemed so gigantic. The guard pinched his wet cheek like a kid. "You better keep that thing standing if you know what's good for you." I heard a snip and the grinning guard held shears. Amid shouts of "cut it off" the prince was bent over and his legs kicked wide apart. He parted the prince's behind revealing the hairy crack. Benito looked back in fear, yelling this was going too far. His mistake was in kicking one of the young men. It seemed that was all the excuse they needed. The virile duke was dragged, fighting and protesting, to a small platform and placed atop it, bent double. A thick strap kept his elbows between his knees, ass high in the air. He looked around wildly, square jaw clinched, panting. His round, white tail waved, cheeks spread wide opening him up exposing the thicket of black curls in his crack. He watched the guard take a thick leather strap from a hook and dangle it in front of him.. We stared, breathless. Benito couldn't take his eyes off the thing. The lad's muscular arms really packed a wallop as the duke was to discover. He rubbed the scalp almost affectionately and spoke to his fellow captors, grown up school bullies. The bullies didn't touch me due to my status but would jeer and give me the finger when I drove past. They'd swagger down the hall in muscle shirts, masculine, a snarl on their lips and a cig in their mouths. "He set a new record -- 30 minutes at sea and already he's earned a good thrashing!" His cohorts laughed loudly as the guard shouted. "How old are you, hairy ass?" Benito gave a gasped "23" and the guard laugher. "So it's 23 good ones!" Benito began jerking and struggling at the rising laughter. "You might want to wait at least until your thrashing gets under way to carry on like that." He cringed when a large palm rubbed his raised rump, an unholy intimacy. His body was in motion, his rear rising and falling, as he breathed loudly, waiting for the inevitable. The paddle crashed and a cheer rose. "Count every lick, duke." He cried a loud "One" as the captors looked on with glee. They screamed advice to the guard -- hit harder or faster or between his legs. He grunted as he swung, his powerful arm rose high in the air before crashing down. That thick strap landed like a tornado on the upturned defenseless rump. I was mesmerized at the sight -- my brawny cousin getting his bare bottom fried by this smug commoner. His chin was lifted and he was blinking and gasping. Over the hail of explosive licks a loud sob was plainly heard. Immediately a chorus of fake "ahs" rose from the onlookers. The lad ignored the tears and seemed to flay all the harder, striking the glowing, scarlet rump in huge, solid licks that sounded like claps of thunder. His tail wiggled wildly as he hollered the count between sobs, tightening his butt for the next lick. He kicked his feet wildly and the guards screamed with delight. Sweat ran off his body as if he'd stepped from a shower. The strap popped right in his crack and he arched his back, howling at the loud shout of approval. His bottom was scarlet, glowing with an intense heat and a hellish sting. The lad gave a shattering final blow then walked up and put an arm around his shaking shoulders, whispering to him while he rubbed the sweaty back and pinched his blazing rump. The once-proud prince wailed like a baby. In this position the lad took the scissors and trimmed the long, sweaty black hairs from his crack. He scooped a pile into his palm and held it out to the broken man. "Snack time, your lordship." The men screamed as he made a horrible face, wept louder, licking the pile of curls held by the 19 year old lad, choking yet swallowing the foul tasting things as the lad patted his head, told him he did a good job. He was untied and returned for his examination and this time he stood silently if tearfully, jumping when his rump was squeezed, trembling when his huge cock was tormented. At last he returned to us and broke down in his brother's arms. I was amazed at how stiff his cock remained. Eventually we were all bound. I was surrounded by naked bodies, hair, muscles and red faces. We crawled on our knees to "dinner", bowls of bland food that we ate like dogs. A large bucket of water was shared and lapped by all. I was on my elbows, chewing, when a boot scooted under me and began rising in a rhythm against my hanging balls. I gulped at the touch and spread my knees wide when ordered. I recalled the fancy spreads at the royal dining room and here I was, kneeling with other princes, eating like an animal. We received a little speech, welcoming us to our new home, telling us the story. In a time-honored tradition, we heirs to the thrones had been taken from our soft lives and would now toil for a time period set by our fathers. A ship life could be living hell if you were not used to it. Our captors were the infamous Sons of Georgia. I'd heard the story of how they stole a nuclear weapon and obtained freedom for a small island off the Georgia coast. Surprisingly it became a mecca for the wealthy with huge feudalistiestates. When we finished eating we were ordered to the other side of the ship. Ten bags sloshing with water hung from a bar. Long rubber hoses dangled from each bag. My heart raced and my anus tightened. We were ordered on our back and our legs were pulled back over our heads. A long metal bar kept then in that position, totally exposed. A friendly guard knelt and greased the tip of the tube. "Flirting with me your highness - winking like that?" I realized he meant my exposed anus. My most private part was in full view for him. The tip slid in without resistance, sinking deeper and then the sudsy water jetted. Ivan cursed loudly, the Tasco brothers panted, all flushed with shame. I was not handling it well myself, wiggling constantly as I was filled. The guard leaned close to my face and grinned. "It's extra soapy, your highness, so you'll need at least two rinsings. I'll give them to you myself." He gave my nose a friendly squeeze and the shame coursed through me. This guard came to dominate my life. Marcus was a Southerner, tall and swarthy with coal black eyes and clean-cut, handsome features. He called his haircut a "flattop" and said he was a "good old boy". All his buddies looked the same and they rubbed each other's scalp and grinned, an act of male bonding. He strutted about shirtless, casually showing off his powerful shoulders, deep chest and thin waist. He loved wrestling with the other lads and other contests of strength. With his roguish looks, cocky attitude and rampant masculinity he was popular both on and of the ship. His prowess with the ladies at the various ports was legendary and he was only 19. Early on he selected me for "special" treatment. I'd be tied on my knees and he'd lay down in front of me, rise on one elbow and start with the brushes. It seemed to go on forever, the soft strokes to my cock head or the gentle swipe of my nuts. Over the course of our journey he spent hours teasing me unmercifully. The constant torment, inability to masturbate and food additive soon had me "saluting" at the slightest touch. His presence meant teasing. He reveled in my humiliation, always carried out with a playful attitude. "These must be royal tears." He wiped them away as the water flowed. He winked and his wide grin was devastating. To my right Paulus thrust his tail up and down, eyes shut as he was being filled. The lad who stood over him warned him about coming without permission. He groaned louder, unable to hide his rampant sexual desire. His cock was almost bursting. He glanced up at the lad who gave him a big smile, knowing full well how desperate he was. When he began a rhythmic movement again the guard smacked his upturned rump hard with a rectangular leather paddle. "I said to be still!" He smacked again and the prince bit his lip and trembled in silence. The guard rubbed the rough edge of the paddle up and down his bottom and crack. "Around here, you only come with my permission -- understand?" The duke gave a low "yes sir" and the lad looked around at his buddies. "I certainly hope so. I'd hate to paddle your ass like I did your brother's." He had power over this handsome future ruler and gave the rump another sharp smack as Paulus cried out. When we were filled we were forced into a line, groaning and hopping, the tubes still inside us. One by one we mounted a high barrel and exploded our content thru the opening without a hint of privacy. I was first and couldn't help the tears that sprang to my eyes as 20 men watched my every move. I was pulled down, turned around and my crack rinsed with a high spray hose before returning for the first rinse. Benito had been cleaned with plain sea water requiring no rinse so he was being scrubbed, soap bubbles dripping from his shiny, muscular body. He squatted, the guard behind him, chatting away. The prince's eyes were closed but he kept twitching at the rough handling of his sore rump. The guard kept one hand on his shoulder, the other under him, fingering his hole rapidly, warning of another thrashing if he came. Somehow, he managed to hold on even as the guard steadily wiggled 2 fingers deep inside the helpless, spread hole. I was also given an intimate bath by Marcus who subjected me to unspeakable scrutiny, scrubbing my armpits and between my legs, lingering on my balls that hung for easy access. I shivered as they were slowly lathered, then jerked up when a finger thrust inside me quickly. Darkness fell and we were driven toward a line of cages. A guard directed me to a cage where Benito and Paulus also waited. Oh fuck, they wanted all of us in this thing - how is that possible? The door opened but we paused, wondering how to fit in the small space. We stood for a moment until a sharp smack rang out and Paulus yelped and jumped. We fought to get inside, the paddles cracking loudly as the guards yelled. I jumped as it struck --SHIT, that hurt. Paulus fell in on his back and I fell back on him. His hairy chest rubbed against my back and seconds later Benito, shouting at the licks, pressed inside, facing me, his head on my shoulder. The door was shut and he spread his legs encircling my waist. We formed a compact, hairy ball of flesh, caught in this intimate clutch. I'd never been thjis close to male bodies, especially ones with hardons! . "It's a manwich," howled someone followed by manly chuckles. If the purpose was to humiliate us, they succeeded admirably. Hairy legs rubbed as we sat in a humiliating, tight embrace and the smell of fresh sweat. We flushed with embarrassment. "Come on, bro, we can handle this." Paulus whispered to his brother who was upset. To this point they had been alone in a cage. I was face to face with the strapped guy who sat on my knees. His rump was hot with the fire of the thrashing but all we could do was sit, chest to chest. A guard came up and sneered. "Kissing cousins, I guess." They told us to "hold on tight" and in this position we finally slept, Benito and I using each other's shoulder for a pillow. I'd sern the trio to my right in Athens last year. They were in continual motion. Their bodies quivered with desire but they closed their eyes and held each other whispering encouragement. During the day we toiled at the fishing nets, sails, scrubbing the place spotless. I was given toilet duty and stayed on my knees all day as the guards wandered in and out, pissing in a just-cleaned urinal. This was our life for the next few days until we'd served our allotted time. The lucky prince would be given his clothes and taken by a speed boat to a waiting destination. At last it was only Ivan, the Tasco brothers and me. The head guard came by one afternoon with a smirk. "I got some bad news, men. Seems you four are not going home anytime soon. Ivan, your father's having some political problems." He grinned and read a letter from Duke Tasco -- he felt they needed several more months of hard work. He looked at me. "You musta been a real asshole. Your father said -- quote unquote -- My rotten son has never worked a day in his life. Send him to the island and if I have a good report in 3 months he can come back home." We were all stunned but he was not over. "We've arranged a little deal -- Hairy Ass (Benito) and Hunky Boy (me) are going to our fair isle. You other two are off to the Bahamas. Party time!" Oh fuck. The last thing I wanted was to be trapped on an island with a bunch of fucking hicks. Three days later Ivan and Paulus were placed on the small boat and disappeared. "What's up, Duke?" I was sitting on the deck and that smug tone made me gasp and look away. But I knew the drill and looked up, turning crimson as Marcus sneered and stood with a pal. Both watched, knowing what was happening, the instant heat between my legs, the immediate hardening that occurred in his presence. He'd trained me too well. "Let's go for a little walk around the ship." Oh God. I rose awkwardly, wrists bound to my collar, trembling and flushing to my blond roots. I stood in front of the beaming duo, a proud Duke with a mammoth hard cock. I breathed deeply as they casually inspected me before leading me around the deck. I begged for my clothes but they only laughed. "Slaves don't need clothes." I protested at the term "slave" and he informed me in the most dire terms of my immediate fate. "You won't be a slave in a fucking castle. Your bosses will be farmers, cooks and mechanics. Those boys will have you moving double time and you'll be naked as a jaybird. Bet you can't wait to show off that royal boner!" He laughed and gave my cock a yank. A day later Benito and I were woken at dawn. "Rise and shine, your dukeships. Time to get ready for your little journey." We were fed and our insides were again cleaned. I was on my elbows and knees, water jetting inside me and Marcus knelt, wiping my face with a cloth. "You holding up OK, Duke?" I nodded as the water filled me. He waited while I expelled the liquid, blushing furiously, then brought over a bucket of soapy water for a scrubbing, singing a popular song as he worked merrily. My dick never flagged as he bathed me on the deck as workers went about their business. I dried in the sun and he ate an apple, laughing with the other guards about his off-shore tales. He threw the core out to sea, scratched his armpit and turned to me with a grin. I took a breath, marveling at the power this cocky hick wielded. He worked quickly, his good cheer only making things worse. He picked up a cock ring. "Good fit, your highness." He snapped it tight, tickling my aching nuts, pinching the moist cock tip, always with a sporty, casual attitude. I froze and he bent close and looped a small cord under the purplish swollen knob and fastened it to the belt around my waist. "There you go -- now you'll stay nice and hard -- not that I think you need any help." He gave my shoulder a hearty clutch then rubbed my spine, snickering while waiting for Benito. We stood in the bright sun, side by side, my dread and embarrassment rising. He spoke low and hesitantly. "I sure wouldn't mind working at your palace when you get to be king." I gave a derisive sound of dismissal and realized he was serious. I tried to speak but he blushed, insisting he was only kidding. He slowly rubbed my bulging testicles, making me rise on my toes. "Man, these are huge -- you'd think they're full of cum!" He cackled as he buckled on a thicker collar with cuffs for my wrists. I couldn't hold back and demanded to be freed, I was a duke after all. When I called him a dumb redneck he shook his head. "That wasn't too smart, your highness." My words became garbled noise as another "dick gag" was thrust in my mouth, stretching it painfully wide. Benito remained wisely silent. "Relax and enjoy that prick!" I stared, wide-eyed, making pitiful sounds. The men sent to pick us up waited on the dock, jostling and joking. How could I face them like this? I jumped when Marcus popped my bottom hard and ordered me across the gang plank. I hurried as Benito followed close behind. We stepped off and Marcus grabbed our erections. He pulled us at a fast pace to the group as my mind reeled. The smirking group of men brought instant fear. My heart pounded as we stood squirming, Marcus holding our cocks firmly, their air of superiority overwhelming. They commented , pointed and laughed. Marcus let go of our cocks and squeezed my neck, drawing close. "Did I tell you the good news, Duke? I'm staying with you till your release." He slapped my back, delighting in my stunned expression. "I bet that's what you wanted to hear!" I gasped at the implications -- three months of torment. The men burst out laughing at my shocked reaction and turned to waiting vehicles. Marcus grabbed our cocks and goose stepped us to a van. I cringed at the laughter and tried to walk proudly, if possible. We sat alone in the back, ignored. We entered an underground tunnel, got out and rode in an elevator in silence. We stepped out and were told the Manager was on his way. Marcus was soon joking with the men, recounting old tales. They were as enamored of his easy-going, manly bearing as everyone else was. I noticed a change in atmosphere and saw a man approaching. He was in a nice suit, meticulously groomed and walked rapidly. He was followed by two men with notepads. He shook hands with Marcus who explained who we were and what our fathers had said. This was a new indignity -- being reminded that our fathers controlled our fate. He stood in his tailored suit looking at us like slabs of meat. We were naked, trussed and erect, surrounded by a gang of rough young commoners. How foolish I'd been to think that the ship was as bad as it got. He kneaded my shoulders, pressed down my spine. He spoke and the men made notes as the gang that brought me here watched. "Arms -- 9, back -- 10, shoulders -- 9." He was grading our bodies on a 1-10 scale. He moved to the front. "Chest-10, abs -10, delts - 9." He lightly pinched my nipples and I shivered, tried to be still. He stared at my erection then looked at my face then at Marcus who coughed and spoke. "If I didn't know better I'd swear they were poofs. They walked around the ship like that -- can you believe it?" Even in my fury I wanted to sink into the floor. I could not keep quiet when his fingers slid and pulled on some tufts of pubic hair almost teasingly. He took my balls in the palm of his hand, bounced them lightly as if weighing them. His fingertips rubbed each testicle gently, bringing me to my tiptoes. "He's got goose bumps on his sac." His fingers rubbed the raised, sensitive flesh then inspected my cock, squeezing up and down the length. "Look at that -- dripping like a leaky faucet!" I felt a flush of heat as they gathered close and another drop came out of the slit. . I was almost relieved at the order to bend over -- at least my tears would be hidden. My legs were kicked apart and he knelt. I cried out behind the gag as he parted the hair and told the others to look at it "wink". Almost impersonally, my legs and feet were graded and then my gag was removed. I took a deep breath as his hands opened my mouth and inspected my teeth which he gave a 10. He wiped away the tears with his thumb. I scored a 97 out of a possible 100 and tried to explain the situation. "You don't understand who I am, sir. I am the Crown Duke of..." The gag was refitted as he turned to Benito, speaking to me as an afterthought. "You're a slave." This was said calmly. I was furious but what could I do except watch his close inspection of Benito? The black body hair was a source of amusement and he rubbed the crack. "This young man has recently had this crack trimmed -- feel the stubble." A few gloved fingers stroked there and Benito trembled. The man squatted to look at Benito's face as he remained bent over, eyes filled with tears. "Tell me, did one of the guards give that crack a shearing?" He nodded as a loud sob broke. The Manager told him to be quiet or he'd give him something to cry about. In less than a minute his inspection was over. "Start them off in towing. These playboys will do some real work for a change and those workers will keep them in line!" The Manager left as we covered our crotches. I felt a dull churning of impending doom that grew when a beaming Marcus approached with another guard who said he'd show him around after they "disposed" of us. They were chatting easily, laughing and joking until Marcus finally turned to us. "All right you two, let's get you settled." His upbeat tone contrasted with my lowliness. He was energetic, almost bouncing as they spoke of nightlife they'd enjoy. I feared the unknown, the degradation awaiting us. The other man spoke to Marcus. "They're petrified." He turned to Benito. "There's no reason to be scared since every moment of every day will be planned. You won't have time for fear if you work hard and obey your orders." Benito hung his head and the lad rubbed the back of his neck, promising it would all become clearer as time wore on. He gave him a friendly punch to the arm like they were best pals. The prince stood numb with embarrassment, his cock throbbing.. Marcus caught my eye and pulled me off to one side -- just us two. "How you doing, Duke?" I was badly shaken. Nothing had affected me like this and I had not even started! He held my shoulder, stood close and spoke in a concerned voice. "You heard Leo?" I nodded. "You won't have to worry about sex or gaming or meeting your buds for a brew. Good, hard work is what you need and it's what you'll get." I nodded in misery, staring at my cock that danced before our eyes. He pinched my rump affectionately and tears sprang to my eyes, humiliation consuming me. He patted my rump gently a few times and I groaned at the enormity of this little action. He told me I should take pride in my cock, not its size but its iron-hard stiffness. I swallowed as he soothingly led me back to Leo and Benito, also quite shaken. "OK, you two, grab those ankles and hold on tight!" I looked at Benito as he bent over, trembling. I cringed at the laughter of the onlookers but was unable to even register a protest with the gag. Marcus was in a good mood as he guided me. "Come on, stretch, that's it...good job, Nikos....grab hold of those ankles for balance... looking good, man...cute ass for a royal dude." Leo handed him a thick leather strap. "I presume you know how to use this." Marcus chuckled as the young man ordered us down the long hallway "on the double". We shuffled off in this ignominious position, our butts waving in the air. I jumped when the strap crashed across my bottom. "Get a move on!" yelled Marcus as he delivered a loud smack to my upturned rump. His pal yelled, "Hee-yah!" and swung his strap, yelling at Benito. "No servants here to take care of that lazy ass." He delivered another sharp lash as we scampered faster but not fast enough to avoid the licks as they tried to outdo each other in force. The men down the hall urged them on and they responded, the smacks resounding. We almost ran to the door, waddling fast, hollering behind the gags with each loud blow. Benito looked at me, eyes wide with terror, sweat streaming down his arms. Outside in the distance, several sweaty men were working. The foreman yelled he'd be over in a minute. As we waited my burning rear end was slowly rubbed. Marcus squatted and lifted my chin "Holding up OK?" My mind was reeling and that fear in the pit of my stomach never subsided. The other guy studied his handiwork, the red stripes, on Benito's backside. We were both panting loudly. Marcus spoke to us, bouncing on his toes. "Look at me, you two. I know ya'll are going to do a good job." Leo grinned and added, "Don't worry -- if they screw up these guys like nothing better than punishing a slave... especially when they find out their royal pedigree." I cringed as Leo spoke to us. "Marcus told me it was some kind of lesson your fathers ordered. Glad I don't have to do this shit, no gals and never getting to jerk. Those peckers will stay upright the whole time you're here -- damn, how can you stand it?" We were shaken but remained in this position waiting for the foreman. Finally he arrived, spat and barked. "All right, stand up so I can see what we got." My heart raced as the crew of grimy workers gathered close. We stood, literally quivering in disgrace as we tried to cover our raging erections. We had to stand at attention in front of the foreman who turned to his crew with a broad smile and pointed to our crotches. "That's what I call standing up!" The men whistled and cackled, promising to work our lazy asses, asking if our hardons were concealed weapons. He sized us up and told the guards to "fix us up." We pulled on heavy work boots and Leo showed Marcus how to bind our wrists high behind our backs and fix a harness over our shoulders and around our chests, fastened to the belt in the back. Marcus told me to calm down and patted my abs, giving my cock head a quick tweak. The foreman grinned and handed them objects -- chains with clamps at the end. One was snapped on my right nipple and the other end, on my right ear lobe. The other chain went from left nipple to left ear lobe. "Nice," said Marcus as he flicked them playfully. The sensations made me moan as my cock hopped for the crowd. He was handed a new toy. Each testicle was looped with a cord holding a metal globe that clanged as the foreman laughed. "Now that's two slaves turned out as they should be." They all laughed and reminded us to "stand tall", cackling at the double meaning. The cheerfulness heightened our misery and I sobbed, hating myself for not being able to control my emotions. Marcus sighed and asked for a minute with me. The foreman shrugged, nodded and lit a cigarette. Marcus put an arm around my shoulder, pulled me off to the side. He put a hand behind my head and brought us close, our foreheads touching. "Make me proud, man. You work hard and you're outta here in 3 months. I don't want a bad report or I'll be upset." His breath was hot and I was blubbering. He lowered my head to his shoulder, rubbed my back and whispered in my ear. "You gotta face reality, man. For the next three months you're gonna be naked, your dick is gonna be stiff and you're ass is gonna get whipped. You can take it, though, you're royalty." He sounded envious as his lips grazed my ears, hot breath. He backed up, flipped the chains and gave me a brilliant smile. He turned me around and just when I relaxed he smacked my bottom with a tremendous lick. I jumped, crying out as the small cart was fastened to the chain at my waist. I trotted away behind the feisty workers who tossed firewood and stones into the carts. We pulled them to the drop off point. It was hot and sweaty work but I felt a camaraderie out there even with the teasing and occasional smack. We ate lunch on our knees. The globes clanged right up to the time when a whistle was blown. A few of the men held up water bottles for us or wiped our faces with worn towels. Our cocks were constantly teased. I was in silent tears several times, unable to bear the reality of my new status. I saw Benito, caught by a couple of workers, groaning as they tugged on his thick armpits, pubes and chest hair. When our straps and gags were removed I took a deep breath of air. We bent over, grabbed our ankles and duck-walked to a large shower room. It felt strange without straps and for a few minutes my dick actually softened. We were shoved under a spigot and roughly scrubbed. I stood, hands locked, blushing with humiliation as they lathered us everywhere except our aching cocks. We dried in the heat of the night then were taken to a small room. My eyes bulged at the sight - 6 naked princes, bound tightly to mattresses. We were shoved down, our arms and feet spread and cuffed. We could not touch a thing. The guards stood above Benito and chuckled. A comb was produced and they slowly stroked his thick chest hair, arm pits, furry legs and thick crotch. He panted and moaned then bawled with shame. I stared at the huge cock, so hard it hovered above his hairy stomach. They combed his hairy crack as he made pitiful sounds. My cock needed only a stroke yet it was untouched. We groaned, cursing the guards and our desperate need but grew quiet when they left, lost in our desire. We toiled day after day yet it never grew easier. It was not the guards I feared but the lowly workers who got a thrill out of disciplining a high-born prince. On our third day 3 cousins from Spain went thru the Line, a course of natural and unnatural obstacles. The kitchen where I worked emptied of excited workers. They placed bets and stationed themselves along the way - the high wall, the rope climb, the tunnel, the muddy field, the thistles and as the trio passed, they delivered a sound smack with a spatula or big spoon or bread boards. The winner was cheered lustily and swept in a sea of embraces. The workers carried him on their shoulders on the way to the showers, a hero to them for a few moments. The others were running the course again. I understood -- you ran, getting whacks, until you won. An arm suddenly wrapped around me from the rear -- Marcus. "When your time comes you better win or that's you." A man trying to climb a rope ladder was "aided" by a worker who thrust a wooden spoon handle inside him. Another cousin received a loud smack with a large wooden spoon as he crawled by. I shuddered as Marcus pulled me closer, pressing into my back. "And that could be me" indicating the worker who urged the prince onward. Marcus laughed, "Those dimpled cheeks and handsome looks don't count for much in here with just guys, Duke." He playfully pinched my nipples, held me close, his lips grazing my ears as he spoke. His low voice and intimate strokes sent chills up my spine. His fingers moved down and I shivered when they rubbed deep in my thick blond pubes, scratching softly. Amid the cries of pain and pleasure I stood dripping. The last slave, weeping loudly, apologized to the workers for his performance and one of them rubbed his hair, said "That's OK, man, just come with us." The gang of rowdies led him to the bunkhouse. I cringed as Marcus explored my belly button and abs, stroking my shaft gently with one finger. "That's what I like to see -- my best pal sporting major wood!" My eyes filled with tears of course -- who could remain calm under such circumstances?. He chuckled and gave me a fake kiss on my ear then rubbed our cheeks, the stubble scraping. "You miss our little sessions?" I swallowed as he laughed and walked away, leaving me weak with sensation, trembling in need. Two days later I was in the kitchen. I'd been warned to follow all directions which hung above the stove. I never bothered reading them -- how hard could it be? The workers had commented on my muscles for the upcoming games - after all, we were men. My dick even softened. I was busy at the stove, sweating and stirring when the kitchen manager walked up, furious. He pinched my chin, holding it. "Have you been blanching all these vegetables without salt?" I froze, stricken with fear. He pressed my face to the hanging instructions. Step 2: Add 2 grams salt per pound of vegetables. I cleared my throat, stuttered as he stood there, hands on hips, scowling. He was usually laughing with the men but he was not joking today. He was furious and yelled for a worker to get Marcus and "tell him this worthless slave has fucked up." He turned me around and cuffed my hands to my collar while I tried to come up with some kind of excuse. He gave my tail a terrific bare-handed smack. I jumped and yelped as I was marched and bent over, my nose firmly in the corner of the wall. His angry tones were quite clear. "You think you're above rules?" He spoke loudly. "Don't move a muscle, understand?" I nodded, feeling his presence as he stood behind me. "Keep your nose in that corner and spread those legs wide." I hated myself, hurrying to obey this commoner. He was not satisfied with my actions. "Do I have to get the paddle for that sorry ass? I said spread those legs wide!" He punctuated his order with yet another ferocious smack and someone said I had a hand print on each cheek now. I was split so wide I groaned but he was satisfied. The rest of the afternoon, men commented on my testicles and ran objects deep in my crack touching my anus. I was still, sweating and waiting. The bell finally rang and genial conversation broke out as the men prepared to leave. In five minutes I was alone, not daring to move. "Duke, I'm really pissed." Oh God, it was Marcus and this time he was not friendly or in a good mood. "I assured Alex that you were good material and now you're bad behavior reflects on me." That deep knot of fear expanded as I tried to explain but he cut me off. "Step into these." He held gym shorts that he pulled up to my waist. I was so grateful to having my privates covered for the first time in days. "Good thing these are stretchy so they can fit that bat standing up between your legs." He laughed as I blushed just seeing the clear outline of my prick as I stood. He gave me a shove toward the door with the ominous words, "We're having some fun tonight." He attached a leash to my collar, cuffed my hands and tugged me down a small pathway. He asked about my daily life in the castle, his innocence in the ways of upper society charming. Yet he snorted and sneered at my descriptions of parties and trips and luxuries and grew angry. After a while I heard noise and turned to him. He had a tight smile, pleased at my fear. The crowds grew dense and I realized we were on a midway of some sort. Music blared, vendors hawked foods, barkers called from within tents and in the distance colorful rides operated. These were people out for a good time. "How does it feel to be a slave?" I shook my head, noticing other men in my condition -- prominent collars, wrists bound, skimpily clad. He kept pressing a hand on my back, pointing out things. We approached a tent and from within a crowd screaming loudly. He tied me to a metal pole while he went to talk to someone inside. I looked around fearfully, even asking a passerby to release me. A trio of punks approached, guzzling beer, shoving each other, talking crudely and loudly -- what they call "white trash". They spotted me and paused. I froze as they drew closer, coarse hoodlums. "Waiting for someone?" I knew their type -- they were low men on the totem pole but at least they had a slave to command. "Looks like that pecker's trying to signal a cab." They laughed and I whimpered a useless "Don't" when fingers reached and jerked the shorts to my knees. My cock popped out and stood firm. They opened packages of ketchup on my scalp, rubbed mustard in my crotch and shoved relish up my crack. One of them ground onions in my armpits, remarking it was a new deodorant. They pulled my hard cock down and let it spring up before rubbing hot sauce on the moist head. They were having a good time, terrorizing a helpless slave, when the guard returned. "Hey, guys, see you found the slave." They greeted him by name and exchanged the universal high five, joking and laughing animatedly. All hopes of rescue went down the drain. They talked for a few minutes as I dripped with condiments. Marcus shook his head and asked where he could clean me up. The men pointed to a cattle stable across the midway. He grabbed my cock and pulled me after him, hobbling with my shorts around my boots. I was suffused with heat at being so publicly handled -- pulled by my fucking dick in front of dozens! "Step out of those shorts." He filled a bucket with soapy water, ripped the net T-shrit off and grabbed a brush. I was positioned over the bucket, feet spread. In the e dim light he scrubbed me clean, bending me over, washing away the sweat and garbage. He whistled as he scrubbed and for some reason that was as devastating as the scrutiny of the thugs who watched. I was clean and once more was pulled across the busy midway by my cock to the back of the loud tent to two waiting burly tent workers. I gasped at the sight -- four men were hotgtied, hanging upside down from a beam on a stage. From their butts hung a long metal cord holding a large bell. A sheet of hard clear plastic protected the bodies of the men while the bells dangled below. I was quickly trussed and suspended in the fifth slot. One of the burly men grinned as he greased a necklace of metal balls and one by one, stuffed them inside me. I squirmed as he calmly added one after another, bored with his job. The weight of the bell rammed them deep. "Having fun?" Marcus looked down at me, grinning as I wiggled, helpless. He wiped away a tear but I felt something and then we hanging men began to move back and forth across the stage as the barker grabbed a mike. Behind him a crowd of loud guys tested baseballs from barrels, tossing them, raucous banter.. "Five balls, two bucks. Show your buddy how to ring those bells!" There was a clamor and a roar of excited male voices. Suddenly my bell donged and the energy traveled up the metal cord and made the balls vibrate. I hollered and heard a loud, "You got the new dude -- way to go, man. Let me take a few shots." It was pure bedlam, the barker urging the men to keep throwing and the good-natured rowdiness of the young men drove them faster. Their accurate pitching kept us twitching and yelping. Our cocks were tied up between our legs, hard and on view. The vibrations from our rectums made them jump and leak excitedly keeping us rock hard. We'd stop and a new man would be mounted. The torment would be repeated until at long last I was lowered to the ground. I was red-eyed, my rectum tingled and I was wet with perspiration but I had not broken down. When I stood the thing was pulled out of my rectum with loud pops. "You're a star, prince!" Marcus grinned as he held my shorts out and I stepped into them before heading down the crowded strip. I was speechless, my head filled with thoughts of being upside down, crying out at the vibrations. He held a coke to my mouth. We passed strip clubs, hot dog stands and fortune telling booths. A huge teen loomed, surrounded by a throng pressing to get inside. Laughter, screaming and wild revelry were heard from inside. Marcus put a hand on my shoulder and guided me thru the thick crowd. The mood was festive and everyone screamed at the sight on stage. It was not until I got closer that I saw the "star". On the edge of the stage a man in slave shorts leaned out over the crowd. His feet were tied wide and his hands cuffed to his collar. He was held in space by a belt around his waist that attached to a chain hung from a beam. Behind him a bare-chested local lad with a blond crew cut swung a long black paddle, slamming his thin shorts. The crowd eagerly counted each lick.. "12, 13, 14, 15." The lad on stage exhibited a powerful torso and big, strong arms. The slave sobbed loudly, jerking with each lick and scream from the crowd that teased him unmercifully. When the count reached "25" it stopped and he strained furiously, jerking upward, his head raised high as he howled. It was mesmerizing, that little scene. A tent worker said loudly he'd better "calm down if he didn't want a good whipping." This delighted the throng who yelled at him as he was pushed thru their midst. A chant arose, "Delos, Delos, Delos". The young man strutted around the stage, his arm holding the paddle in the air in a victorious stance. He flexed for a group of screaming gals, pulled his crotch, his cockiness almost infectious. "Guess what?" Marcus pulled me close, my neck in the bend of his elbow. His lips touched my ears as he shouted to be heard. I caught my breath, shaking with a dreadful premonition. I caught sight of that smirk and he reached low and laughed as he felt my pulsating trapped hardon. I whimpered a pitiful, "Please." "You telling me that didn't look like fun?" I stared, afraid to move. My hopes sank when he asked a group of guys nearby if they thought I would look good up there. Of course they all thought it was a wonderful idea and began to yell to the young man on stage, telling him there was a volunteer. This was met with loud guffaws but Marcus grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward. I turned back to him, stunned and yelled "No". The crowd gave a resounding and joyful "Yes!" Unknown hands began pulling me toward the stage. A gloating stranger yelled in my startled face. "Get up there and take your medicine, pal." His friend cackled. "Nothing to worry about cause slaves don't sit anyway." I looked up and caught a glance of Delos who watched from above, grinning, powerful arms on his hips. His face was red and he rocked on his heels, feet wide. My head was spinning as I stumbled forward, almost falling but hands caught me and stood me upright. I was blinking, staggered at the turn of events and screamed I was the Duke of Slovenia. The young man on stage laughed that he was Emperor of Mars. The noise increased as I was dragged up the stairs to the hanging chain and belt. I still prayed for a reprieve but it was a dim hope. He asked my name and Marcus answered with humor. "PRINCE Nikos...and why don't you throw me those shorts for safe-keeping." The place again erupted with gales of festive laughter. Delos stepped up and placed a hand on my shoulder, gripping it firmly. I screamed in outrage, reeling inside, as the roar rose around me. "It's unanimous, pal, no shorts today." They were quickly pulled off and thrown out to Marcus. My cock stood at a mortiftying hardness as his voice boomed. "You ARE glad to see me!" More loud guffaws rang out as he gave my cock a quick dip and it sprang right back, the taunts and jeers enveloping me. "Prince Nikos, huh? In that case I'll make sure you get a ROYAL thrashing." I suddenly went wild and it took 3 men to get me under control. I was still struggling when he reached out and took a firm grasp of my shoulder and told me to look at the crowd. I did so, breathing faster and louder, eyes widening. My feet were spread wide and fixed in place. The thick belt looped around my waist and was buckled to the chain overhead. The chain was raised and so was my ass even as my head lowered toward the throng. My wrists were still cuffed to my collar and I hovered in space, anchored by my feet and the belt, staring at a sea of screaming faces. My 3 tormentors drew closer, elbowing each other and pointing. Emotions swirled -- fear, disbelief and unspeakable humiliation. The deep voice behind me boomed. "OK, folks -- is it time to teach this "prince" a good lesson??" The place went wild as he picked up a marker and drew a bulls-eye on my rump. People were slapping each other on the back and holding their stomachs, laughing so hard they could barely stand. He stepped back and yelled again. "I'm setting that cute ass on fire today and these folks are going to count em out!" Although I braced myself, nothing could have prepared me for the explosion. It struck with such force that I swung forward out over the crowd. I squealed as a loud "ONE" rang out and when I swung back a second furious slap caught me on the return. My yelp was drowned out by a loud "TWO". I began jerking against my bonds, pulling madly as the paddle crashed without pause, steady, vigorous licks. I'd never imagined a sting like this or the heat that was building. Every solid lick was accompanied by a grunt from behind me as he put his full weight into my whipping. The crowd counted, "9, 10, 11...". I wiggled my tail vigorously bringing shouts of "Look at him danced". They loved my frantic actions and cheered at my screeches, clapping and stomping their feet. At "15" he stopped and I writhed, proud that I had held my tears. Although my bottom burned like a blowtorch, I felt a glimmer of hope as he unbuckled my gag and gave my fiery rear end a quick squeeze. "Man, you couldn't keep that red tail still could you?" He paused to let the genial laughter from the crowd run its course. "Now don't go thinking it's over, pal. I'm just resting my arm." I shouted "Fuck" as he stepped back. I thought of how I must appear up here on stage and the image consumed me, my rump sweltering under the force of the red-hot licks. Suddenly I burst into loud wails, unable to hold back any longer. The count rose "23, 24, 25" and I bellowed out hoarse, deep shouts in between my uncontrollable bawling, barely able to make out the faces below me for the tears. They whooped and carried on, having a good time, shouting out fake "ahs" and phony sounds of crying. I was nearly deaf from the thunderous licks and the noise of the place. My only hope was the mercy of this young stranger and he never relented in his task, concentrating on my rear end with a fury. Finally on "30" he stopped, stepped up and threw an arm around my shaking shoulders. "Let's hear it for my Duke buddy." They cheered as I tried to breathe thru my sobs. He lifted my chin high. "Did I give you a good spanking?" I pressed my lips together as he nodded my head up and down. "You going to be a good boy from now on?" I nodded, the sobs continuing despite my best efforts. He gave me a final smack. "I certainly hope so -- I'd hate to see you and your hardon up here again tomorrow!" The roar of the mob again washed over me as I stood, writhing as if the thrashing was still going on. I somehow made it down the steps and was half-dragged to the guard who stood, arms crossed, watching closely. Wordlessly, he turned me around and in front of these strangers examined my blazing rump, squeezing and rubbing. I tried to swallow, to gain a measure of control but it was difficult with the beaming faces and the excruciating little tweaks that caused me to jump and yelp. I faced him and he looped a little tether just under my enormous cock head. At the end was a round weight that pulled my hard cock low. I was then forced to grab my ankles and again in that horrid position, my scarlet, seething ass fully on display. In the silence I farted, unable to hold back. The cackles gave way to demands for punishment. Someone yelled to Delos who came down from the stage. "We use these for horses in the shows -- makes `em prance." He held up a dildo capped with a curved cross bar. "It's rubbed with ginger -- THAT oughtta get his attention!" He looked at Marcus who nodded. I felt him spread my ass and I cried harder. The crowd closed in as it touched my hole and was slowly shoved deep inside until I felt the base against my crack. Marcus lifted my chin. "If that thing falls out we're coming right back and you're mounting that stage again." He patted my cheek lightly and tweaked my nose. I sniffled, trembling as my rectum reacted to the ginger. Fuck, fuck, fuck! It itched like nothing I'd ever known and yet I had to hold it in tight. I couldn't help but wiggle and wag my rump. The crowd loved it and yelled as he jerked the leash and we started back. I gripped the thing as hard as I could as my entire rectum throbbed. A few folks followed, still noticing and remarking. "Look at that cock. Damn, he's still got a hardon." They could see my organ from the back, pulled down by the weight. "He likes that long thing up his butt." We were headed up the crowded Midway and I shuffled along as best I could, choking in shame and the horrible sensation up my butt.. Of course everyone had to comment on my flaming rump and many a time he stopped for them to get a feel of the incredible radiating heat or jiggle the rod that pierced me. I was sopping wet, light-headed and stumbling. We stopped under a street lamp and he squeezed a small tube. "I got something for your glowing butt, Duke." He began rubbing an ointment on my blazing behind as a gathering crowd tittered. I gripped my ankles tightly, whispering feverishly not to do this here but he just laughed and continued his motions. I moaned and yelped, the flesh so sore that even a light touch was painful. The dildo was jiggling inside me and my anus throbbed. It was darkening and all around me I heard sounds of folks having a good time. "OK Duke, show us that proud stance. Stand up straight and I don't mean just that prick!" I stood tall, thrusting out my chest and sobbing, delighting the white trash. Marcus tugged the blond hair in my crack then placed a hand on my back. "Calm down, your highness. We're almost there." He kept me on the edge, my cock swollen to the point of bursting but not allowed relief. He finally gave me a shove and grabbed the leash. We were on our way, an enthusiastic young guard and a prince in disgrace. I squeezed the dildo, gripping the thick rod despite the devilish itch of my anus. At last we were alone in silence except for the insects and our breathing. He put an arm around my shoulders, drew me to him and grinned. "I wish you could have seen your face when that paddle was busting your butt. How'd you like getting your pretty behind fried before 400 commoners?" The tears started again and he chuckled, squeezed me close. "Don't be embarrassed, Duke. You'll be back -- just so long you're not a regular!" He chuckled then drew closer, spoke almost confidentially. I thought of that stage, being forced onto it and hanging there for all tho sethe thought made me quiver in terror and dread. In the silence I heard a familiar voice. "Did he remember his manners?" It was the three toughs behind us, making wisecracks and drinking. One of the men walked up, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He forgot to thank Delos for that thrashing -- is he getting too uppity already??" Marcus grinned and asked what they had in mind. "I got his number here." He pulled out a cell phone. "I think this dog dick should call him up and show appreciation for the time taken to teach him a lesson." My mind went blank and though I begged Marcus on my knees, I was forced to call the popular hero of the carnival. "Yep." That's how he answered, at once casual and confident. I haltingly stumbled thru an excruciating explanation to "thank him" for blistering my tail. The phone was on "speaker" so everyone could hear the conversation. "Drop by any time, Nikos. I'll be waiting for you and maybe we can share a brew." He snickered as I swallowed a lump in my throat and handed the phone back to the punk. I didn't have much time to rest since Marcus took my arm and barked an order. "March, duke!" I raised my feet as the tears streamed and the trio began singing a tune for marching. I was overwhelmed by the events of the last 2 hours. The punks finally got tired of tormenting me and left. The dildo poked and prodded as I walked in utter misery, my thoughts on the estate. Would anyone see my bright red ass? As if reading my mind he announced I would be a server tonight. I begged, anything but that. He only smacked my rump and ordered me to hurry up. We had to get ready -- a big crowd was expected. His arm went around my shoulder as my cock thrust upward in a new fit of hardness.