Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2006 14:21:31 +0000 From: Drin Whethers 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.