Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:12:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Thoby Andover <thobyandover@y7mail.com>
Subject: Harnessed Bucks: Part 3

Copyright 2009 by the author

The story contains bondage in a fantasy setting, as well as explicit
male-to-male sex

Responses from readers have been very much appreciated. Detailed
suggestions are received for consideration.

thobyandover@y7mail.com

***HARNESSED BUCKS***

Whereby the six harnessed youths are used for work and continue their
captivity.

PART THE THIRD

Previously, the reader will have learned how we six captured cadets did
suffer at the hands of the Corsairs over the period of two days.  During
that time, the reader will have learned, we did rest nought, for even when
left unattended, we were forced to stand together in a close, dungeon cell,
and by the beginning of the third day I did feel a weariness similar to
that which I felt when first inducted into my division.  And we remained
stripped of any clothing over these two days, excepting our boots and the
infernal harness-braces the Corsairs had placed upon us, which did lock our
necks and our genitals between a stiff leather girdle, and by now we did
nought expect to be relieved of these uncomforting attachments which did
make us appear in the manner of a farm animal.

As I have described, the third day of our captivity did begin in the
garrison compound where we did discover that the Corsairs had considered us
belonging to a species without the need for sleep.  Either this, or the new
watch of soldiers did assume that the previous watch had provided us with
the paradise of slumber, and that we had been rested and watered and were
eager for a new day in their service.

With cold gruel in our bellies and the bitter morning nipping at our
nakedness, we were hitched again in our familiar twelve-legged line, one
behind the other in close formation and our arms stretched to the manacle
fasteners at the rear of our collars, and I did deduce without the need for
much thought that again we would be leashed to a horse and run to an
unknown destination.  This we were.

As well as sleep being deemed a luxury not among the requirements of the
captive, the Corsairs did adjudge that we would be enthusiastic also to
forego a moment spent performing our ablutions, and so impatient were we to
arrive at our destination, we did piss and shit as we ran, and this toilet
did not slow us one bit, for we did wiggle our asses and swing our cocks in
our hurry, just as we had done previously when tethered for shipment in our
man-harnesses.

The sun was not up and the road was clear, and by now we were well
practiced in our fast running and dancing in our harnesses and our timing
was worthy of a crack squad, so skilfully did we avoid a state whereby our
cocks would be jerked painfully by the shackles.  The worthy cadet, upon
reading this, will understand that if he wants to adopt the occupation of a
trained animal or a circus horse and be bridled as a prancing pony, and be
trained in this activity to the upmost, he will succumb to being captured
by the Corsairs, who will deign to elevate him to his ambition with every
effort.

I ran with my fellows, my hands behind my neck and my head held high in my
collar, as if parading proudly, and I did guess that the Corsair soldiers
following us on horseback and goading us had been rested in warm cots and
fed with a hot meal of beans and coffee, such was their bad temper at being
awake at such an early hour.

"MOVE, YOU SHIT-EATING FAGGOTS!"  they did shout, and similar exclamations,
and a whip did crack loudly in the air.  The leash was pulled taut and we
did move as directed, panting and straining, and I did certainly
boogie-woogie in my leash, my cock slapping against my thighs and my balls
bouncing in the metal ring encircling them, and my ass did make
extra-special movements in its effort to keep the tension off my shackled
nuts.

The soldiers were not in a joyous mood and did not shout their usual
cheerful commentary upon the dexterous motions of our bare asses, which did
circulate womanly and in unison like a row of practiced whore-dancers.
Instead, the pace was set extra fast, and we did find ourselves forced into
a perverted boogaloo, shimmying as fast as we possibly could and shining
with slick sweat.  As you know, the cheerleaders at Citadel Stadium do
perform their routine in short segments, but on the road leading out from
the Corsair garrison, we did circulate our asses in double-quick time for
ten miles, neither the soldiers appearing to enjoy our two-step disco, nor
we.  And when we arrived at our destination the soldiers did rid themselves
of us, handing the six leashed bucks over to a group of hayseed farmers,
and there was a hard desolate field, and in the hands of these rustic
simpletons did thereby begin a grinding hell.

The Corsair soldiers did apparently tire of their prisoners after two days,
having leashed them, whipped them, confined them to a stinking shit-hole,
and yoked them by their nuts for public amusement.  Now, a new set of men
did lay their hands on the tethered youths, and these men did have a
singular purpose for their employment and it was in no way amusing.  I did
join my division originally as a means of escape from a hated farm life and
to seek military laurels, and here in the field my heart did sink when I
saw a plough resting in the rock-strewn dirt.

Cock-eyed farming lads did grin and look at us with some measure of
satisfaction, for their plough had no mule and their field had no furrows
and it was obvious that what was required was a team of six stout bucks,
well muscled and fit, harnessed by their cocks and soon to be broken to the
farm-whip.  A small wooden beam was placed in the small of my back, and
this was done to each of my fellows, my arms going around it so I held it
in place with my inner elbows, and my wrists were fastened at my belly, so
that whatever load was attached to the wooden beam in my back, I may pull.
We were arranged two-abreast in three ranks, myself at the front with Luk
to my right because we were the lightest and most sprightly to steer the
team.  Behind us the remainder of my fellows were similarly affixed with a
wooden pole dividing one row of three from the other.  A rubber bit was
placed in my mouth so that I may be treated and controlled like a farm mule
and so that the dull farming types be spared from our vocal protestations,
and various leather belts did fasten us in efficient ways to the plough.

One farming fellow of about thirty years did very much like the look of me,
and I did learn from overhearing the conversation of his colleagues that
his name was Thamus, and Thamus did leer in my bitted face and place his
hand rudely between my bare buttocks, and did announce that I was his most
favourite mule, and I could not answer him due to the bit, and I could not
make action to deter him because of the harness with which I was
restrained, and he did flick my penis this way and that repeatedly.

Once properly harnessed to the plough, we were drawn forward, and we did
find that the effort required to furrow the field was very great indeed,
and we did lean into our harnesses with much strain.  A farming lad was
employed to haul upon the leashes of myself and Luk, and he did pull
unmercifully on the leather belt which had remained attached to my neck and
my nuts for the previous two days, and I did exert myself most fully in
order to preserve my testicles in their tight shackle.  In turn, the
pulling of the harnessed bucks at the front of the team did transmit to
those behind, and the team of man-mules did find that it must work most
competently as one.  Upon first pulling the plough forward in the dry,
rocky earth, I did little believe that we would be capable of maintaining
such toil for ten minutes, but my heart did sink most utterly when it
became obvious that we would be required to plough the entire field.

We bent forward, almost horizontal, and our boots dug in to the dirt.  We
did develop some form of co-ordination, as we found that only by straining
together could the plough be brought forward, inch by inch, and brought
forward it must be, for our cocks were shackled and our bodies harnessed
and the lad with the leashes in his hand did haul upon our appendages.

We grunted through our bits, and in that first five minutes, many a curse
was throttled by the rubber pieces in our mouths and went unheard.  Let the
cadet who dreams of military glory over the Corsairs understand that if he
is captured, he will undertake a farming life such as that which I
describe, and his cock will swing in a man-harness as he is driven.

A whip did crack in the air and it was wielded by the farmer named Thamus,
and it did become apparent that he was well practiced in its use.  As a
taunting gesture, he did coil it in his hand and place the coils between my
butt-cheeks as I edged forward, and I did become newly conscious of my
nakedness and the bare condition of my rump, and I did curse inwardly the
leather man-harness with which I was constrained and the tall collar which
encircled my neck and the steel shackle about my nuts and the rubber bit in
my mouth and the wooden piece in the small of my back upon which I pulled.

Leaning forward and dragging the plough with great effort, our cocks and
balls did dangle and swing, and I noticed that as we made our laboured
steps, our schlongs did sway in time with each other as we heaved in unison
upon our load.  The hot sun did rise and make sweat upon our backs, and the
farmers' boys who drove us did show no pity and urged us on with leash and
whip.  After much time and effort and sweat, one length of the field was
furrowed, and we must turn the plough about and continue back the other way
beside our previous track, and if we did divert from our straight line the
farmers became angry and applied the whip with more vigour and haul us more
harshly by our tethered cocks, and I did wish to the gods that I may be
freed of the harness and be allowed to scatter the simple farming rustics
with sword and spear, or at least be liberated to exit from this field to a
place of respite and never return.

As I have stated, the bare field contained a number of rocks, and when the
plough-shear did encounter a stone, we harnessed bucks did encounter more
hardship.  On this occasion it became necessary to apply even more effort,
for the farmers did become angry at the stoppage of the plough and despite
the extra grunting and biting upon our bits, they did smack us on our
buttocks with the coiled whip and compel the team of straining bucks
forward.  Veins did stand out on our legs and I felt the ache of muscles
not previously known to me, and I heard the muffled sounds of my fellows'
groans, and in them I discerned the curses of souls consigned to Hell.

At intervals, we were allowed to stop at our donkey work whereby the bits
were removed temporarily from our mouths and water was brought to us in an
earthen jug, and the first time this was done, I did receive a very great
surprise, for the boy who did bring the water was the same boy who did
affix my stare the previous day when I was yoked by my cock on the
man-pillory, and who did cause to rise up in me on that occasion a strange
feeling of confusion, by his attractive face and his wide, brown eyes with
girlish lashes.  This lad did cart his jug onto our field and was allowed
to pour the welcome stream upon our parched faces whereby we did drink most
greedily, and irrigate our hot, naked bodies which steamed with sweat, and
the water did run over our hard-worked muscles which did gleam and shine in
the sun.

Of course the lad did notice me also from the previous day, and did fasten
me again with a meaningful look, and the fixating result his eyes did have
upon me was as secure as the locked bridle upon my collared neck and
dangling nuts and the wrist brace which fixed the wooden piece in my back.
At this juncture I did feel a great shame at my disposition, that of a
naked harnessed younker in a field doing farm-work and did want to cover my
disgracefully exposed man-organ, but was unable to hide my indignity due to
the strap which joined my wrists at my belly.

The lad did look upon my sweat-oiled body, and his hand went to my flank
and I felt his fingers tending my muscles, and I did find his touch to be
like a magical tingling like which I had rarely felt, and his fingers slid
to my belly near the vertical man-harness, and my muscles there did twitch
and flutter.  My cock did harden and rise, and I felt more firmly the metal
shackle bite.  This lad did then place his fingers tenderly in his mouth
and let me see him suck the sweat which he had collected from my body, and
this sight did ensure that my cock would stay upright, as if it too was
straining to see the sight of the boy licking my juices from his hand.

Then, one of the men did wrench my collar and prepare my mouth again for
the bit, and the boy was gone, and my leash did tug me by my neck back to
my work and I felt it especially hard about my cock and balls, for my
enlarged member swelled in its shackle and for the next few minutes I did
jiggle and wiggle as I pulled at the plough, my nutsack hurting under the
strain.

Several times throughout the day, water was brought us by this most comely
boy, as this seemed to be his task to perform, and although I was greatly
tired by my plough-pulling and distracted by the pressings of the overseers
and the impulse provided by their whips and sticks, I did dwell upon the
visage of his face in my imagination, and upon his touch.

As the day wore on we did grow unbearably somnolent, and the plough did
seek to drag us backwards as it stuck in the dry clods and rocks and at
times did seem immoveable.  The field seemed to grow to a vast expanse as
furrow after furrow was dug.  Our leashes were pulled harder as our
tiredness grew, for the farm-hands were of a mind that we should maintain a
quick pace.  Presently, the whip was uncoiled and we did hear it crack in
the air more frequently and felt its swift tail express itself upon our
bare rumps, and our eyes did bulge as we laboured.  Whenever I felt its
stinging lash I did bite down hard on my rubber bit as if I were to cleave
it through and my hands did form tight fists in their restraints.

Night fell, and we did continue to work by lamp-light.  The farmer-types
did change their shifts, growing tired of our groans and grunts and
exchanging one group of them for another, and when a new set of overseers
did appear, they did seem to assume that their team of tethered, harnessed
bucks should be just as afreshed as they, and did haul viciously on our
leashes, and as myself and Luk were at the front rank, we did feel the
pulling directly at our shackled cocks and collared necks and did leap and
swivel to keep the team in a straight direction, and our fellows behind us
did grunt through their bitted mouths as our movements caused similar
distress to their own secured appendages.

The farmer called Thamus did return when the moon was up and, as I was his
favourite buck among my fellows, did proceed to lay his hand on my buttocks
as if to guide me along, and he did announce his amazement at their
hardness and narrowness, and I did feel his fingers kneading my muscles and
pinching my skin at my posterior section, and this did add to the stinging
of the whip-marks.  Additionally, he did place a finger directly at my
hole, and did insert it, and he did this with much dexterity and rude
quickness, so that I did receive some surprise at the feeling of his
probing digit inside my anus.  I jerked my body out of time with my fellows
but I quickly found I must continue my work, hauling forward and squeezing
his hand between my oscillating buttocks, and Thamus did seem to find
pleasure in this.

Thamus's finger did prod deeply, and did find the bulb which pressed
against my manhood, and again I rattled my harness-fittings in surprise and
did disconcert my fellows, and a tingling feeling did invade my lower parts
and cause my cock to again become stiff and upright.  I did widen my mouth
about my bit and did pant like a pup, and Thamus continued to excite my
inner button with his finger, and I did make a series of repeated noises
from my mouth which did make me sound like a very young choirboy in heat,
and this did cause Thamus to become amused.  Being at the leading end of
the team, I did cause our co-ordinated motion to become upset, and the
other bucks did jostle in consternation in the harness-rig.

I did dig a complete furrow for the length of the field with Thamus's
finger in my hole and his lips giggling in my ear, and although my arse had
been rudely widened the previous day with many a Corsair cock and a large
tool, I did find much vulgarity in Thamus's moving finger and its adroit
explorations.

Subsequently, as I ploughed a channel in the dirt, my own channel was
ploughed from behind, in a way, and I did see spots in my vision and my
cock was most unbending and thick.  The other farmers did tire of Thamus's
games and were thoroughly sick of their employment in the hot field
throughout the day and into the night, and they did resolve to quit until
the morrow, and we did learn this with much relief.

There was a small bamboo cage on stilts by the side of the field, and after
we were disconnected from the creaking plough-rig and the wooden pieces
remove from our aching backs and the rubber bits from between our teeth, we
were placed in this cage, but again, for our third night spent in
captivity, the awkward man-leashes did remain on our persons, and our necks
did remain collared and our cocks shackled, and the stiff strap connecting
the two extremities did remind us of our harnessed condition.

Before I was bedded in the cage, Thamus did insist that his cock be sucked,
and it seemed obvious that the mouth chosen for this purpose would be mine,
and it seemed also that he would not be diverted in his cause and that I
should be forced to comply by pleasuring him with my mouth.

Thamus's cock was thick and scaly, with weeping scabs, and it did ooze with
stinking cheese, and I was repulsed by the sight and smell of it.  He waved
it in my face as I knelt in the dirt and strings of his oily waste came
from it, and it appeared to me as does a rotting bratwurst cloistered too
long in a warm, moist storage.

"Only the largest and prettiest mouth to suck Tham!"  he did exclaim
gleefully, and I was told to place my hands behind my head in preparation
for taking the putrid meat between my lips.  I did lick gingerly at first,
recoiling at the sharp taste of the green dick-cheese, but its owner soon
plunged and forced, and my cheeks were filled with the pulsing,
foul-tasting thing.  My mouth formed the largest possible `O' as I was
stuffed to the tonsils, gagging and choking.  I worked spittle along the
length and thankfully, due to either the deftness of my tongue or Thamus's
engorged state, or both, he did come quickly.  A rank stream gushed into my
gullet, and the stuff emerged from my nose as I throttled on it.  I
swallowed and sucked to clear my passages and Thamus did make extraordinary
noises and did utter strange words of endearment as if he were passionately
congressing with a beloved wife or mistress, and I hacked and coughed some
more.

I felt as though Thamus's junk had almost filled my belly, even though I
had had no other nourishment since the cold gruel that morning, and for a
short moment I was beset with the belief that my cocksucking would serve as
a meal, but the farmers did throw rotten cabbages for us to eat, and plied
us with a large jug of water, and we did consume these items greedily.
Nevertheless, the tang of Thamus's cheesy, sore-ridden man-meat did remain
in my mouth.

With a jerk and a push, I was thrown into the bamboo cage with my fellows,
and I tumbled atop them.  The smallness of the enclosure confined us, and
we found that we must scrunch and lie together most closely, tasting each
other's stink and embracing each other's filth, but there was more room
here than we had found previously in the stone dungeon cell of the Corsair
compound and we could lie, somewhat, for sleep.  At this juncture I did
fully expect to fall immediately into slumber, for my fatigue was so great
that my legs could hardly carry me and all the muscles in my body did ache
with the strain of the day spent harnessed to the plough.  But something
unexpected did happen.

Upon entering the cage I was instantly overcome with raging desire, and it
was apparent that so too were my fellows, and our cocks were strained in
their shackles and full of blood and our hearts pumped with vigour.  We did
struggle to mount each other in the close cage and I did struggle with
effort to plant my cock in the nearest available man-hole, and I did not
even know which ass amongst my fellows I did fuck, such was the darkness
and the passion of six lads boxed in that bamboo cage.  The farmers did
find enjoyment in the spectacle and trained lamplight upon our sweaty,
writhing bodies as we grunted and twisted.  I emptied my load between one
pair of wriggling, tightly muscled buttocks, and quickly found need for
another.  Meanwhile, one of my fellows gripped me from behind and thrust
furiously, striving for the relief I also sought.

Our legs went through the bottom partitions of the bamboo slats and our
arms grappled with other limbs and with the restriction of our coop, and
our groans and cries did sound most pitiful and anxious.  The bamboo did
creak terminally and the cage did sway from side to side on its short
stilts, loaded as it was with stout youths in throes of male activity.  The
farmers who remained did offer hearty congratulations for our passioned
stirrings, and some did express the fear that our bamboo enclosure would
break utterly and spill the naked bucks to the ground where they would run
off into the night.

At one moment I did find myself with my face pressed against the slats with
possibly Riace or Willard fucking me from behind and my arms extended
upwards through the cage and my cock dangling forthwith in the open, and
the farmers did seek to handle my schlong as it swung in time to the
shaking of the cage.  I squirmed to another position in our crowded pen and
felt with my hand the cock and balls of one of my fellows, who I think was
Luk, and I did resolve to grasp his nuts tightly and force him wherewith to
offer me his ass so that I may fuck again, and so I twisted with my hand
and Luk did yowl and my cock surged and found his rearward flesh-hole.

After a time we exhausted ourselves and did lie one atop the other, limbs
entangled, as we breathed heavily, too tired to make any other noise, as if
we had just completed two drills in full kit.  We had been awake for two
full days, and tiredness did overcome us and I cared little that my foot
was in Triss's face and that Bron's ass was astride my flank, or that
Willard's stinking armpit was at my nose.

The reader will determine that we did sleep soundly in our jumbled state
from this moment until the morn.  But this is not entirely so.  At some
later stage, when the night air had cooled and the slimy sweat had dried on
our bodies, and myself and my fellows slept soundly squashed together, I
did feel light fingers on me, and I did stir.  Thinking one of my fellows
was idling in his sleep or seeking sexual pleasure, I did brush the hand
away.  But the fingers persisted and I awoke more fully, and was
considerably surprised to see the same young lad who had both observed me
most carefully while I was mounted on the public man-yoke, and who had
administered me water while I was cock-harnessed to the plough.  And this
lad's comely face did appear to me more closely than it had previously, and
through the slats of the bamboo cage, his wide brown eyes did express a
certain concern which was mysterious and troubling to me.  The corners of
his lips and the countenance of his mouth in its natural state did seem to
me to be a beautiful thing such as which I had never seen before in nature,
and I did respond manfully and urgently – my shackled member growing
most quickly once again and my naked body pressing on the bamboo.

My flesh did sizzle and sweat in the night as the boy reached for me
through the cage, his fingers grasping my inflated cock and pumping me, and
I came to imagine he was a wizard belonging to another world where the
so-called electric-energy of science-fiction stories is a reality.  I
bucked and heaved, his fist sliding on my manhood, and my mouth did emit
uncontrolled exclamations into the night, but throughout, the boy's eyes
did not unlock from mine, and I saw the sparks of reflected moonlight in
them, and his determined lips drew back from his whited teeth, and I did
come with the energy of the gods.

White ribbons flew into the air, and I did thrust and empty my balls as
never before.  My fists grasped at the slats and jellified spunk landed on
the earth metres from the cage and for a moment my manhood seemed
unshackled from its Corsair harness, emptying itself through the bamboo and
defying the leather leash.  The boy did attempt to catch my hot ejaculation
with his mouth, pushing his face to the bars and widening his shapely
mouth.  In the end, we did kiss passionately, my lips eager and full of
blood, and his mouth sweet and wet and moaning through the slats.

Afterwards I did find sleep again very quickly, and the following day did
contain events which we found both to be thoroughly surprising and
displeasing, and the reader will share in those events as the narrative
continues.

Thoby Andover
thobyandover@y7mail.com