Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2006 14:21:31 +0000
From: Drin Whethers <cobradelight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Royal Nightmare - 3

Royal Nightmare - 3
By Cobradelight
Fiction for adults   B&D, M/M

The day had finally arrived.  I'd served my 3 months and was going to be a
free man at last! I focused all my thoughts on how I would enjoy myself
instead of suffering over my hard cock and inability to satisfy it.  Tonight
I'd masturbate to my heart's content on the ship.  I greeted the guard who
led us to our bowls for breakfast and he looked frightened at my merry
attitude. At work I nodded to the vendors as Marcus and I cleaned the walls
of the estate.  Female visitors were expected so we were allowed shorts. We
waved at the women who walked past and they giggled. That afternoon I was
talking to Marcus when strong hands grasped my arms.  A blindfold was
secured and my wrists were cuffed to the damn collar. I was plunged in
darkness and when I protested a finger pressed my lips and a soft "shh" was
whispered.

"You won't be needing these."  The other guard chuckled as fingers unsnapped
my buckle and the shorts were pulled off.  For the millionth time, that
chill ran up my spine as I felt my cock dangle in the breeze.  The thick
blond curls on my legs and in my arm pits blew in the breeze.  A hand tapped
under my testicles testing their fullness.

"Feel these things, man."  Fingertips rolled them around in the sac slowly
and I couldn't help but squirm, feeling goose bumps break out on the surface
of the scrotum as it was handled.  "See what I mean? These things want some
fucking relief."  The other guard responded with a merry "too bad" as I was
led inside, each man holding an arm firmly.  I tried to resist and a large
hand squeezed my rump and gave it a soft pat.

"Now prince, let's not have trouble."  He drew closer, his voice smug.
"That is, unless you want to stop off at the woodshed first."   He gave my
rump another quick squeeze and I inhaled sharply, shivering. "No sir".  My
back was rubbed and the snickers made my skin crawl. I stood very still
taking shallow gasps as he spoke again in that deep, Southern drawl that was
so ominous.

"See JT, my boy knows how to act, right?"  A hand rubbed my chest and I
whispered "Yes sir" again. I literally trembled as that gnawing feeling of
impending doom that was consuming me.  He tweaked a nipple and then the
other. They were pressing every button I had and some I wasn't even aware
of.  I heard a noise in the distance that sounded like revelry -- shouts and
laughter.  Lucas snickered and my heart raced even faster.

"Why, it's a party -- Wooeee!  I guess we'll just have to crash it."  Oh
shit!  I was naked as a jaybird and blind as a bat.  I heard a rowdy, "Hey,
some naked dude is here -- know who he is?"  The Manager's voice sounded
dreadfully upbeat.

"Lucas, you and JT come on in and bring Nikos."  I heard male banter from
all directions and despite my blindfold I looked around in a panic. I shrunk
inwardly as I was led deeper into the room, the buzz growing louder with
occasional titters.  The voices were confident and dismissive, men having a
good time. The hair on my body rose, nipples hardened and my breathing
became even more ragged. I'd  felt naked before but standing here circled by
these strangers was something much worse.

"Hi Prince!  Your body really responded to hard work -- gals would say you're
a hunk."  He paused and I took a swallow and stared into nothing.  "Too bad
you ain't had your pussy squad around." He waited till the twitters died.

"Shut the door."  Those words, spoken quietly, had an immediate impact - a
hot flush spread from my toes to my ears.  It hit like a shock of
electricity and I shuddered when the rush of sensation suddenly exploded.  I
moaned into the silence when my dick hardened and began rising. Of course
the men found this entertaining but for me it was crushing. My chest heaved
as I gasped and my cock twitched as it stood tall, pulsing, the purplish
knob swollen almost obscenely. Lucas spoke up with a smug, elated tone.

"He need one of these?"  The genial laughter that followed only heightened
the anxiety. "Pull that baseball bat out of the way, bro."   JT took the tip
of my cock and yanked it down while Lucas strapped on a tight cock ring.  I
tried to keep my lips tight so as not to further degrade myself.  He let go
and it bounced back, straining and wet.  Oh God and in front of this
boisterous crowd!  JT asked for a towel, joking that his fingers were
"sticky as hell".  Suddenly the blindfold was jerked off and I looked
around.  At least a dozen men in their 20s and 30s stood around the large
office.  All wore suits and radiated male energy. Their smirks alone were
enough to make my heart clutch. I glanced down and almost groaned at the
sight of my cock literally dancing.

"Well, hello to you too!"  The Manager looked down and grinned at the men.
My throat constricted and I stood still, sweating, trembling, flushed. He
sat behind his desk, resting his chin on his pointed fingers as he pondered.
  My wrists were uncuffed and I "assumed the stance" -- legs wide, hands
clasped behind my head, chest thrust out.  I blinked back tears that had
gathered and now streamed down my cheeks.  My body, which I'd always been so
proud of, was now on display, my rippled legs and thick smooth chest, the
blond curls that turned darker between my legs.  My ribbed abs thumped and
my nipples were so sensitive, pointing and hard. I heard an amused comment
on my round, tight ass and  hairy thighs.  Yet it was impossible to maintain
any pride "standing" before these men..

"Damn, where's my manners?"  He smiled. "Nikos, meet the other island
managers.  We're having a little party. Guys, you don't mind if I take care
of a little business, do you?"  They didn't mind.   "I hate to break the
news like this, your highness, but I had to tell your father that you needed
another month of training -- it's just not time yet."   I detected a hidden
smirk in his expression.  I felt like I'd been sucker punched and could only
stutter, stunned.  I protested furiously, not caring for the other men.

"You can't do this, you dickhead!  I served 3 months of hell here and I'm
going home."  He shook his head wistfully and frowned as the men booed and
muttered.

"No, you're not."  With that he dismissed me and turned to the men but I was
not thru yet. He was not going to get away with this.

"You fucking shit!  This was planned from the start and I'm^Å"  The Manager
held up his hand and I stopped.  JT and Lucas grabbed my arm and the Manager
stood up and waved his hand.

"No more complaining.  I'll overlook this little tantrum but I expect a new
attitude. I want to see you setting the example for other princes."  He gave
me a lop-sided smile and I began yelling telling him all those in the room
that I was leaving and when I returned I would have him skinned alive.  He
nodded and told the pair to let me go!  I marched to the door triumphantly,
dick throbbing, only to find it locked. The reaction on my face brought a
general chuckle. The Manager clicked his tongue with a sorrowful expression.

"I feared as much.  Do you understand now why you need another month?"  I
went for that goddamn grin of his and actually had my hands on his throat
when they dragged me off.  The Manager slapped the desk lightly and I was
lifted in the air.  I noticed the metal rings and straps buried in the
surface.  Instantly, my knees were fastened wide apart on the outside of the
ring and my wrists pulled under and fastened to the inside of the ring. My
chin rested on the surface and my shiny ass wagged high in the light.

I was trussed tight in this goddamn position, breathing raggedly.  My heart
pounded wildly as I jerked at the straps.  The Manager told me I was quite
helpless and it would be best if I calmed down.  I kept tugging uselessly,
straining my muscles, shouting at him. I realized I was being foolish and
clinched my jaw in a display of manly fortitude that was rapidly dwindling.
One guy recognized me from the European Cup and the fact that I was a "star"
made it all the more delicious.  The Manager rubbed the stubble on my chin
as my heart raced.  This was not good -- I feared a round of punishment.  My
dick was so hard the wet head kept thumping my ribbed abs. He sat in front
of me, lit a cigarette and watched my face.  I could only beg.

"Just^Å.use a condom."  He burst out laughing then grew serious.

"What kinda guys you think we are, prince?   We couldn't care less about
your pretty pucker."  I relaxed for a second. "Shit, man, you're not getting
fucked, you're getting your bottom spanked raw!"  The sudden noise in the
room was like a release of pent-up energy as if this was a cause for
celebration.

"Then again, you might say you're getting fucked!"  More chuckles.  "Lucas,
JT, ya'll got your straps?"  My eyes widened as right before my eyes the
guards unbuckled the black leather paddles from their belts.  The men were
charged, guttural shouts and wild hoots from every corner.  "Think you two
can give him 20 each of your best?"   I'd been in this position before but
it was like the first time.  The Managers jockeyed for position.

"Come on, Joe, let's move over here to see that butt."  "No, I wanna see
pretty boy's face while he's getting whupped."  "Damn, look at that cock --
still hard as a rock!"   "Yeah, he'll probably need another whipping."  The
Manager's shout inches away startled me.

"Lift that chin off that surface!"  I jerked up almost comically, straining
to keep my head raised in the air.  I smelled sweat and fear and my body
tingled.  Lucas stood behind me and said he was sorry things had turned out
this way.  JT snickered and  I tightened my rump unconsciously.

Protest was useless yet I pleaded then promised then threatened.  The men
loved it, yelling that I was on top of things or was the life of the party.
My face was beet red, hot and shiny with sweat as I fought to hold my chin
up and ignore the loud raucous remarks. Here I was, a naked prince with a
buzz cut, a hard male body trussed for the plucking. My arm pits were rank
and my whole body glistened with wetness. Behind me stood two strong guards
eager to get started and entertain this crowd. I prayed I would be brave but
knew that this would be over the top.

"Look at me!"  I strained to meet the Manager's stare. "I want to hear a
count, nice and clear. Show my friends you can at least do that right!"  The
men stepped closer and I heard my own quick pants.  I stared up at the light
as the leather strap exploded across my rump.  I yelled, "One, fuck!"  The
men cheered and someone yelled, "One, fuck" just as I had.  Then JT smacked
and I cried out "Two" followed by even more men calling out their response.
On the third ferocious smack the room roared in unison, copying my own
strangled cry.

I'd been on stage at the Carnival but that did not have the immediacy of
this thrashing.  These two were putting their heart and soul into the task
and my rump blazed. It struck me - this is just the beginning.  After six
startling cracks, Lucas, the blond guard, paused and in the mirror on the
wall I saw him pull his sweaty tight "T" over his head and stuff the end in
his waistband. JT did the same, both revealing magnificent physiques -- deep
chests, rock hard stomachs, thick arms. Lucas saw my stare and nodded with a
big grin.

"Now we can get serious, prince."  The men laughed as he laid on a lick that
sizzled. "Oh fuck, six^ÅI mean seven!"  The Manager watched with a bemused
expression, taking a call on his cell and holding up his hand for a pause as
he discussed dinner plans.  In the mirror Lucas held the black leather in
his beefy hand and he seemed to be snarling, his lip curling.  He said
something to JT who chuckled. Next thing I knew, the blindfold was snapped
on.  I shook my head frantically, hating the darkness, removing my ability
to prepare.  He touched my blazing rump, giving it little taps underneath so
that I raised it in the air for his inspection.  The humiliation crested as
their fingers lightly traced the welts and red flesh and even tugged some
blond curls surrounding my hole.  These were such tiny movements but so
devastating. They leaned over on my back and Lucas whispered.

"Hey JT, here's something Mr. High and Might should think about.  He's got a
whole month left and the coach said my arm needs daily exercise before ball
season."  My gut tightened and my dick pulsed almost feverishly as JT
chuckled with a low, masculine cockiness. What do you say when someone
promises to thrash you for daily exercise?

"Don't think I've forgotten your pal either.  Maybe we'll have a nightly red
ass contest featuring ya'll two."   I froze when he reached between my legs
and softly rubbed that hairy area between my hole and my balls.  His
fingertips lightly scratched my ribbed abs right before rubbing the leaking
cock tip.  He told JT to feel it and I waited then jerked uncontrollably at
the little pinches it received.

"Drip, drip, drip. We're just starting, prince.  What you think your ass is
gonna be like when we finish?" The Manager hung up and they scooted back.  I
went made, screaming and jerking at the bonds, bouncing on the table.  A
large hand circled my neck and a deep voice whispered.

"Now prince, this is downright embarrassing, you carrying on this way."  I
grew still as he continued.  "You know why we put on the blindfold?"   I
shook my head.  "Want me to tell you?"  I said "Yes sir" louder.  I waited
and the silence seemed to stretch then the paddle smalled with the force of
a hurricane.

"It's a surprise!"   I yelled loudly, "Ohhhhh Fuck!"  The slap literally
lifted my tail in the air, landing right where my thighs met my butt. I
forgot about keeping tally for two licks then remembered. "Nine!"  My
desperation was echoed by the men who partied as I strained and yelped.  I
choked out another number accompanied by a loud "Please".  The men loved it,
calling out "Please" and doubling over with laughter.  The roaring smacks
were deafening in the enclosed space. My rump was on fire, burning and
stinging.  I stared in the direction of the Manager and jerked my head when
someone shouted, "Here, prince!"  It stopped on 20.

"I promised 40 and that's what you'll get but we're letting that tail rest a
minute before you get the last 20."  The manager talked to the men casually
as I waited, panting and twisting, trying to rub my rump.  My rear end was
like a cauldron, flaming and burning. So many thoughts ran thru my mind --
not going home, another month, the promises of this guard but rising above
it all was my current position and this whipping and the curious hands that
touched the hot flesh. My sense of dread grew until suddenly the Manager's
voice jolted me.

"Let's go boys, make `em good!"  I again tightened my tail as they worked
with a vengeance and after 2 fierce licks I was bawling, pausing only to
yell out the next number  that was echoed by the mocking male chorus.  Lucas
smacked across my rump and JT came up and crashed right in my crack.  They
alternated and my bottom bobbed up and down as I bellowed.  The men clapped
in a steady rhythm as I squalled. After the final shattering lick I almost
collapsed in spasms.  Hands lifted my tail high in the air and the men moved
close. They lifted my wet face and squeezed my shoulder telling me they'd
never seen such a good whipping.  They tested the broiling skin, pinching
and resting their palms on the blazing flesh.  "God damn you could fry an
egg on this!"  Then the voice of Lucas was in my ear as he apparently knelt
in front of me.

"I've been watching your face, your highness."  He was very close.  "I do
love to whip your ass, you rich dickhead."  The Manager also lowered himself
and removed my blindfold.  They both eyed me with different expressions.
For my part I was shuddering and sobbing, barely able to hear a word.
Someone shouted to them.

"He's resting that chin on the desk - he needs another lesson."  I pleaded,
weeping and begging, and had to tell the grinning bastard how truly sorry I
was I committed such a sin and I would never do it again.  The Manager
praised my two punishers.

"Ya'll did a good job.  I may need your help again if he can't get his act
together." They turned to the Manager, faces and powerful chests sweating.
Grinning widely, they replied that they were ready at any time day or night.
The Manager pinched my trembling chin streaked with hot tears and walked
behind me to survey the damage.

"Bottoms up!"  I obeyed and the men cackled at my pathetic eagerness as he
whistled. My raw tail waved high in the air. He probed the quivering,
crimson flesh, pulling the cheeks wide and rubbing the scalded interior that
was so sensitive.  He again thanked the pair as he pulled my balls back and
encircled the base with a studded strap forcing me to spread them even
wider. At last he touched my back.

"Time to get you cleaned up -- what a stink!"  He laughed easily. "After that
it's off to bed. Your little tantrum has cost you dinner."  I was untied,
shaking badly and JT helped me off the desk.  I had to keep my hands behind
my neck and kneel on my knees with an enormous hardon. One Manager said my
ass was the reddest tail he'd ever seen.  I faced the door to the back yard
and realized I had to crawl on my knees to the showers. There was that
little matter of the spiked leather strap around my nuts.  This ensured that
my legs would be widespread.  Trying to crawl with widespread legs is a task
from hell. I set out, inching slowly, yelping when the spikes came too
close, gasping and struggling. This was so much harder than crawling.  In
this upright position I moved slowly, sobbing.

In the distance I spotted a long line of guards waiting with dicks out.  My
stomach churned as I approached the group and then a golden rain of hot,
rancid liquid hit my head and face and chest.  This was their chance to piss
on a future king.  I know I made muffled screams behind tight lips -- I could
not even open my mouths even to protest this degradation. The men would
laugh, point and aim and when I finally made it thru I was covered with
piss.  I was grateful that at least we were going to be scrubbed.  At the
showers who should I see waiting but Lucas with a big grin.   He was all
smiles. .

"We gotta stop meeting this way, prince!"  He remarked on my "aroma" and wet
body.  I was taken to a spigot and stood under it for a luxurious minute,
washing away every trace of the stinking piss.  He ordered me on my back and
undid the spiked strap.  Wordlessly he raised me to the shower and as I
stood in the stream he lashed furiously with the heavy strap.  He struck
with the flat side but the spikes added weight and punch.  I jumped and
cried out and he snarled and ordered me to wash.  I did so quickly,
terrified of him and knowing I faced another month here.

Other princes were brought in to be cleaned and the guards casually teased
us to more unfilled desire.  It was sexual torture as he brought me to the
edge then stopped making me groan with yearning.  He rubbed my lathered
crack and it was so thrashed that the slightest touch felt like an electric
shock.  JT joined him and at least their conversation allowed me to rinse in
peace.  I was dragged me into an alcove and stared, wide-eyed, as they lit
cigarettes and began unbuckling their trousers.  They sat on a ledge and
spread their muscled, hairy legs wide, their cocks thick and half hard.

"Now your daddy says you won't complete a job.  Well we're here to make sure
you suck us for a long time, at least until we've shot about a gallon of
baby juice in your mouth. Get busy, your highness.."  I knew if I fought I
would be forced to do it anyway plus receive yet another punishment.  They
smacked fists, almost drunk with the power of ordering a highborn heir to
the throne on his knees to suck their cock until they said stop. I trembled
as I stared at the pair of veined pricks, standing and throbbing from blond
and brown pubes.  A hand on the back of my head pushed me forward.

"Go ahead, suck my bud's prick.  You ready, man?" JT took hold of Lucas's
prick and squeezed it, guiding my face onto the huge thing.  The head alone
making me stretch my mouth to the limit.  Was there something genetic about
these hillbillies that caused such huge endowments?  I gagged, unable to
take more than a few inches.  Then I was pulled off onto JT's eager member.
I could barely get the fucking thing in my mouth and when I did he gave a
long, low sigh.

Lucas chuckled and wrapped an arm around his friend, pulling him tight.
Leaning close, their flushed faces rubbing, they contemptuously gave me
orders -- Use the tongue, lick my balls, kiss the tip.  I obeyed, tears of
shame streaming endlessly, almost numb now. .  Lucas reached and began
massaging his buddy's balls, snickering as JT shuddered and cried out.  He
spurted an incredible volume of hot, sour sperm and I had to swallow every
single drop.

They seemed to take a special delight in my mistreatment, calling me rich
boy or lazy ass or pretty boy.   My dick kept bobbing, jumping around, no
release in sight.  As Lucas fucked my mouth energetically my only thought
was that I could do this for 30 days.  I even looked forward to the cruel
bed despite my raw behind against the rough sheet. In 30 minutes I had my
wish, bound alone in the dark room.  The pair left and I let out a long
hopeless sigh but in a minute Lucas returned.  My heart beat faster as he
knelt.

"You ever eat ass?"  I began thrashing around wildly, frantic with terror.
He loved it and I realized he wanted this reaction, craved my fear.  I
stopped and looked up as he dropped his pants and stepped on the bed, facing
my feet.  He told me he'd just showered so he was nice and clean.  Like a
countdown to an execution I watches as he lowered his ass with the deep
blond crevice on my face.  I turned my head but he grabbed my nuts.  He
whispered instructions -- lick, all the way, dip your tongue in, deeper.  He
had to threaten me repeatedly and squeeze my nuts several times.  Then he
pulled his cheeks wide apart, moaning and gasping, in the throes of a sexual
high -- getting his ass eaten by a prince.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah, munch you fucker!"  He squirmed, unable to take the
tongue for a long time, rising and plunging down again.  His head was back
and he was dripping wet as he sat on my face. He squeezed my cock tight, not
touching the head, grinding his ass deep for half an hour before suddenly
turning and plunging his thick prick inside my mouth, erupting at once down
my throat. He was still pulsing as he pulled out, spewing me with hot sperm.
He jumped up, buckled his trousers and turned.

"That's what I call royal service!"  He came back and looked down. "Go on,
bawl all you want -- you've found your position in here!"  It was one of the
longest nights of my life.

The next 30 day seemed to drag.  Other guards heard of my extended stay,
congratulating me on my "vacation".  I tried to keep away from Lucas and JT,
not always succeeding. Marcus was not happy about the situation -- this meant
that he also had to stay.  One night   Benito was brought over and ordered
to lay down beside me.  Other guards gathered to watch, grinning ear to ear,
always a bad sign.  My hands were untied and I looked up at the ring of men
watching closely.  JT started it off.

"You two are such good pals, how about a little kiss?"  I swallowed and bit
my lip as Benito cursed.  JT leaned over.  "That was not a question."  Oh
shit, he looked at me and took a breath, leaned close and our lips touched.
We pulled back as if shocked.

"Uh uh, boys -- I mean a real kiss.  Open those mouths wide."  Another guard
yelled for us to get our tongues busy.  Benito faced me with streaming
tears, trembling so bad they burst out in guffaws.  Again our mouths met and
this time we did not pull away but kissed long and hard.  After a warning we
thrust tongues and exchanged spit.

"Come on, boys, we wanna see some action.  Let's go for a long nice hug
too."  They made us embrace and kiss for minutes, side by side, forcing us
to stroke and tease each other.  Then he was pulled off and tight bands were
fixed around the base of our cocks and a smaller one tight under the head.
He was turned so that he faced my crotch and his hairy bush hovered over my
head.  I knew what they wanted, what they were going to make us do.

"Open wide!"  His large prick sunk in my mouth, so huge I ached.  It sunk in
a few inches then my own dick was swallowed.  Heads bobbed in front of me as
I looked up to a sea of smirks and caustic remarks.

"Look at those two players -- that's one way to get your vitamins!"   JT
leaned close "Yum yum!"   Another guard slapped Lucas on the back.  "First
course on the menu is pecker pie!"  My lips ached they stretched so wide. My
own cock was in an ocean of hot wetness, the tongue sending little buzzes to
my brain.  I swallowed and groaned, unable to come despite the stimulation.
We were tied in place just like this, each of us with a big dick deep in our
mouths.  I knew that when they left we would remain like this all night.
Our tongues twirled, we groaned constantly and moved as best we could.  Hour
after hour passed and my nose finally rested in his thick bush.
Miraculously I fell asleep with the taste of the sour leaking sperm in my
mouth.

Oddly, the times we worked together in the fields or grinding grain or
landscaping the estate were the best of times.  This was despite our
nakedness and the hard work entailed. At least we were with others suffering
our same fate and that seemed to make it much easier.  It was the lonely
treks with the individual guards that filled me with terror.  I'd be pulled
out of a group by some guard I'd seen once or twice.  He'd point to a faucet
and I then saw the large round tube bulb he held in his hand attached to the
stiff, plastic rod.

"On your back, prince, grab your toes and don't let go."  He filled the
large bulb with cold water and standing over me, snarled and thrust it in
deep, squeezing the liquid inside me.  When that was all in he'd pull it out
and warn me to keep it tight, not lose a single drop.  He took a q-tip and
began to scratch and rub all over the exposed opening. You would not believe
the sensations that little rod could cause.  Eventually I would be wiggling
and moaning and pleading and he'd look at me.

"So you want another dose up that ass?"  I'd say yes knowing it would only
be worse next time.  After the next filling the damn q-tip was back.
Finally, when I could no longer hold it all in, he had me run around in a
large circle.  The stuff squirted out as I ran, little explosions that
slowly emptied me.  I was exhausted and humiliated when he sprayed me well
with a little hose and returned me to the other men.  No explanation was
given other than the fact that he wanted to have some "fun".

About a week before I was to leave, we were all mounted on the Wall of Doom.
  It was a large wooden wall in the back of the estate that seemed to rise
from the ground.  There were now 10 of us since the number fluctuated.  Five
were taken to one side, five to the other.  The board had holes all over but
I saw five wooden plugs at 45 degree angles on this side.  It was not hard
to imagine what the guards were going to do.  A crowd of them gathered as
one by one we were lifted and placed on a plug, our feet and hands spread
wide and bound.  I was in the air, trying to pull up but I could not stay
off the plug and was soon moaning as it scraped deep inside me.  Soon I felt
a sensation -- oh fuck, they had rubbed the thing with the ginger.  I began
to wiggle and rub.

The guard who'd thought up the wall was walking around, pointing out
features and adjusting the bonds almost like a craftsman.  Then I saw 5
dicks and balls pulled through holes so that Benito's was on my right.  I
recognized the forest of black curls, the curve of his cock and its huge
size.  The wide slit kept opening and closing, something I found strangely
fascinating.  A lock was fixed around the base of their cocks so that they
could not pull out and for a moment the only sounds were our curses and
moans.  Suddenly, out of the blue, a thunderous smack startled us.  Then
four others joined in and the wall began to shake with the struggles of the
men on the other side receiving the licks.  The  guards had removed their
shirts and hung them on a tree branch.  Their voices sounded eager.

"I'll show you how to blister a butt, Carl.   Your guy got off light."
Laughter then a loud "Just watch this one wiggle, he won't sit for a few
days!"  I shut my eyes as it went on, unable to block out our load groans
and the screams, sobs and loud cries from the other side.  It seemed to go
on forever but at last they grew tired and we were taken down, drenched in
sweat as our cocks twitches and hiccupped hot sperm.  I felt a blessed
relief when I stood still for a second. As soon as we were down, though, we
were marched to the other side and strung up.  The others were hoisted onto
the hard dildos and cried our as their raw rumps pressed against the rough
wood.  In this sense they had it worse than we did -- wagging their itching
raw tails on the rough wood.  A new crew of shirtless, strap-bearing guys
came over. I could not even look at their faces which were adorned with
snarls and grins.  It was foolish to even attempt resistance so we simply
waited and then reacted as best we could.

Like the others, these men competed over who could smack the hardest or
bring the loudest shriek.  I saw a row of hairy armpits, broad backs and red
butts wiggling under a new round of punishment.  Life must be boring here
with nothing to do but guard a bunch of rich princes who would soon return
to their life of comfort and splendor. This was, to them, not only fun but
just.  If we lived pampered lives we surely deserved this torment.  In a
sense, I understood that line of thought although I couldn't sympathize at
the moment.

In fact the thrashing was first class and when I was released, the guard
who'd done a job on me pulled me to one side and smacked a glob of lotion on
my rump, beaming from ear to ear.  I stood docilely, weeping bitterly but
quietly at this latest incident. He was not an evil guy -- just someone out
for a good time. He even gave my cock a quick up and down swipe, squeezed
the tip and remarked that now it shined.

After that, I was almost afraid to make an appearance, fearful of some new
manner of hazing.  The last week I had high hopes for a quick departure. We
had been left alone as we built a rock wall.  Two guards watched the six of
us closely making sure we did not dare get satisfaction, speak or do
anything enjoyable. They got bored easily and when that happened we saw the
straps being unhooked from their buckles.  The blazing smacks were given at
random without the pretense of an explanation.  They would wait until we
bent over then lay a good one on. Soon they even tired of that.  Two days
before release I saw Lucas approach at a good pace, a jaunty, confident
walk. Men were offering their congratulations as he passed and he nodded,
slapped their backs in greeting.

"Heard the good news, fellows?" I froze, knowing this was going to be bad.
"You are looking at the new Manager!"  I tried to keep a straight face but
inside I was churning.  "I'm gonna have a nice dinner for the other Managers
and guess who's gonna be the waiters?"  I shook my head slowly as a sinking
feeling caught in my throat. So far I'd managed to escape this task.  It
seemed unimaginable.

"Yep, My two favorite princes -- Nikos and Benito and of course, my buddy
Marcus."  You three need to hurry and get ready -- dinner begins in 2 hours.
The announcement, the realization that I would once again be before that
same group that had mockingly counted every single lick of my
thrashing^Åwell, as I said, my insides were literally churning and my dick
twitched.  Benito looked away and I saw his hairy chest inflate with a quick
breath.  Marcus seemed stunned.  He had taken pity on me once and not gone
thru with his threat to make me serve as a waiter.

Wordlessly, we were led us to the showers where we were scrubbed. What is it
about excitement that pumps a man's cock?  All three of us sported raging
hardons that the guards thought hilarious. The next few hours would be a
constant parade of surprises -- none of them good.  When we came to the
kitchen I saw the implements on the table and was terrified.  It was the
fucking adornments of our dog race.  The young man from the race track
beamed as he approached, greeting the guards and the workers and looking at
us with undisguised pleasure.

"So, it's a night at the races, huh?"   We did not laugh.  "How ya'll doing
tonight?"  Again he received no answer.  "Well, if that's how you feel about
it we'll get started. Hairy ass -- you first!"  Marcus and I were sent to set
the tables as Benito was "fixed up" as they called it.  Once I heard a loud
pop and an annoyed voice demanded that he stop fidgeting.  It was hard to
concentrate on the task at hand I was so worried about my own fate. Just
hearing the moans and whimpers from Benito was bad enough.  I was called
next and my head spun as I walked, fingers interlaced behind my head,  to
the table and the smiling lad.

"Prince Nikos, ain't it?"  I nodded miserably knowing this was going to be
bad.  He punched my upper arm lightly and slapped my back. "Hey, it's not
that bad -- you're just getting dressed up for some visitors."  I bit my lip,
so nervous I could barely control my shaking.  I yelped when he bent my cock
down playfully and let it go.  "Springs right up there, don't it?" This was
beyond humiliation, standing before this lad helplessly sporting a titanic
hardon. The guards who watched looked at each other and shook their heads,
sneering. He held up something and again beamed that big smile.

"Here you go, let's start with some nice ears."   They fit over my own ears
and stood up tall.  One guard spoke to the other, "Good fit."  The lad
walked behind me, checking their view from the rear. He was talkative,
friendly and energetic.  "Size 11?" I nodded again and he had me lift one
leg and then the other as he laced on the tall boots that rose midway up my
calf.  His palm moved up and down the inside of my leg and grazed my nuts.

"Furry, huh?"  I breathed deeply, trying to stave off the imminent tears.
"Assume the stance."    I did so and tried to quiet my heavy, excited
breathing.  He lifted my nut in his palm and fixed on a cock ring.  It
pulled my hairy swollen balls up in the air and then separating them.
Leather straps fit over my shoulders, crisscrossing my chest and buckled to
the thick belt we all wore.  A nipple chain made me groan, the two ends
pinching my hard stubs. It hung down and held a small bell that jangled with
every movement, teasing the nipples relentlessly.   His cherry demeanor was
as devastating as my "outfit", his casualness as he worked quickly and
efficiently.

"Open wide."  God damn, the doggie gag with the whiskers.  I'd forgotten
about that and started weeping despite all my efforts.  I stretched my mouth
to its fullest as the thick stub filled it quieting the sobbing.  He took
out a handkerchief and wiped my tears away as if it was something you do
every day.  He rubbed my back, letting me catch my breath, trying to adjust
to it all.

"One last thing, prince."  I shook my head in a desperate "No" when he
picked up the dog tail that was attached to the dildo. "Yep, you know it's
not complete until your tail is in place.   Grab those ankles and take a
deep breath."  I did so, shivering as I was slowly but firmly pierced, the
thing shoved to the hilt.  It seemed so much larger than at the race track.
A strap pulled it up tight to the belt and it quivered inside me. He must
have read my mind.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it before long."  He tightened a loop under
my cock head making it swell to gargantuan proportions then fixed it to the
belt.  He gave my rump a friendly squeeze and again wiped away the flood of
tears before taking hold of the tail and marching me to the kitchen.  I
jumped and yelped behind the gag.  It was as if the thing were alive inside
me, a wiggling creature in my rectum.  I approached the men in their white
uniforms and as I stood I gasped - a long line of sperm hung in midair from
my cock.  I couldn't look at their faces but I could hear their snorts and
chuckles.  I was grateful for the gag since it quieted my sobbing a great
deal.  Soon all three of us stood before the chef, trying not to squirm as
our anuses itched and throbbed.  The lad who'd trussed us walked around,
joking with the cooks, nibbling on some of the food.   The blood pounded in
my brain and I only caught every other word.  The lad came over and wiped
all our faces one last time.  He spoke to Marcus who was really having a
hard time.

"Marcus, you know all these men -- didn't you go to a party for the Managers
when you first got here?"  Oh God, how could he stand it, facing men who
he'd mingled with only a short while ago only this time as an abject slave
dressed like a fucking dog?  He'd never worn the outfit before and
constantly wagging his bottom trying to satisfy the irritation.  He stood
sobbing as two guards teased him, warning him to keep his prick standing
tall for the guests.

I held my breath and stepped out into the loud room.  Conversation paused as
heads turned and I walked resolutely forward with the wine.  At the head
table sat Lucas, JT and the previous Manager.  Many guards were present and
altogether some 30 people were present. I poured the wine and chuckling
voices warned me not to rub my dripping cock against them.  One guy pointed
to me from another table.

"Hey, it's the soccer guy who got his bottom blistered a month ago!"   They
all turned and began reliving the day to my utter chagrin. I don't think it
was possible to get any redder, hearing them laugh about my frantic begging
and the way I counted every single lick. The tail was tugged over and over
until I involuntarily clinched my ass whenever I passed a table.

Back in the kitchen a lad used a basting brush to stroke our cocks to utter
stiffness, keeping them standing and visibly throbbing for the visitors.
They all seemed to understand that this was a final hurrah, a last
incredibly humiliating act before I was returned.  It was not long until
every one of us had broken down, sobbing without any sound due to the dick
gag.  A visitor would wipe my face and pat my bottom, give me a few words of
encouragement that caused my cockhead to expand and leak further.

"Stay in there, partner, you're doing a good job."  I nodded and almost ran
to escape his matter of fact commentary on my body and the team's chances in
the World Cup. I set the cheese tray on the table and Lucas's large rough
hand gripped my rump.  I stood still, not sure what to do and he told me
come by his room after the party.  Oh fuck, what now? The night was not over
in here, not be a long shot.  I had to walk amid the group several more
time, endure more torment, have the doggie tail jerked and bounced and thru
it all work diligently.

After it was over the lad came to remove the fucking adornments and I told
him I was supposed to see Lucas.  He nodded and walked me to the room Lucas
had inherited when he assumed the title of Manager.  He was still in his
trousers when I arrived. He shut the door and I stood waiting, shivering.
Two guards were posted right outside the door in case I tried anything. He
knew that at this point I would do nothing to jeopardize my exit.  He hung
up his white shirt and coat, folded his tie, putting the cuff links in the
box.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

"I won't see you after tonight so I'm giving you a little goodbye gift."  He
sat and pulled me over his lap.  Despite the fact that I knew this was going
to take place it was still startling, to be in this darkened room over
another man's lap.  My cock was between his legs and throbbed helplessly.
His hand smacked very hard, then again and again.   He had promised this
would happen one day and now he was fulfilling that promise.  It did not
hurt like the strap used in front of the men or the paddle used at the
Carnival.  It paled in comparison to the wooden board Marcus used that day.
  Yet my ass did scream in pain at his sturdy hand.  The shame was
unmatched. It did not matter that I kicked or wiggled or begged -- he never
stopped, just a constant smack that never let up.  His hand must be made of
steel or something.  He wouldn't quit!  I grew desperate and my ass was on
fire, scarlet and alive with pain. Then, when I least expected it, I was
thrown to the floor and ordered to stand.

I did so, assuming the stance, bawling like a baby.  I wanted so bad to rub
my tail but knew that was out of the question. He handed me a sheet of paper
that contained the names of three men -- myself, Benito and Marcus.

"You are free to go, your ship is waiting in the harbor."  He stuck out his
hand and after a second I took it, feeling the heat radiating from his palm.
   "I know you think I'm just a hick but I have pride in my work and my
island.  We got you shaped up to lead and that is something you would have
never done back in your own country."  I was stunned and frozen.  He whirled
me around and gave me a last loud pop.

"Go on, get out of here before I change my mind!"  He seems to have been
transformed overnight from a surly bully to competent Manager.  I thought
that he would be of great use as an aide in the future. I hurried out and
ran to get the other two. We were given our clothes and stared as a
limousine pulled up.  I held myself above the seat -- my rump was absolutely
scorched, sore to the touch.  The celebrating began immediately and I took
one last look at the place that had been my home for four months with just a
little regret.