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TALTROS


@Copyright Maureen Lycaon, May 2002. Permission is
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other rights reserved under the Berne Convention.

Mandatory warning/disclaimer: If you're a child or
it's illegal to read this where you are, please
*don't* read it. All resemblance to real people and
places is sheer coincidence. Certainly not intended as
a guide to real life or safe BDSM. Etc., ad nauseatum.

Thanks to Ron/Lionus for the original plot bunny and
for editing assistance.:-)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: While I won't give away the element of
surprise here, be warned: this is one of the
"filthiest" things I've written. It could *seriously*
squick some people. Skip to the note at the end if you
want to be forewarned. (I welcome feedback on whether
this was a good idea or not.)

And no, I don't plan any more stories about Taltros.

My story archive is at:
http://members.vclart.net/Maureen/index2.html



Taltros

By Maureen Lycaon


I crouched naked and miserable on the small,
leather-padded wooden bench fashioned just for this
purpose, held there by stout leather straps buckled
around my forearms and shins. The straps held me on my
knees and elbows, powerless to move, my buttocks
forced high.

Tonight, I would not be Lady Rozsaka's bodyguard while
she dined with her noble friends. I had offended and
was in disgrace, having lost control of myself while
serving her with my manhood and spilling my semen
without permission.

Sandor, one of the common servants whom Rozsaka
favored, sat in a chair nearby, watching me. He had
the task of increasing my punishment.

Though I could not see him, bound as I was, I knew
that he would be smirking. I could feel the wetness on
my rear orifice as his semen oozed slowly from it.
Part of his task's reward was the chance to use me as
often as he saw fit; he had done so twice already. I
would be raw by the time he was finished -- though not
nearly so raw as I would be after the main part of my
penalty had been paid.

I heard the creak as he rose from the chair to walk
over to me. Again I felt his hand slide under my body
to seize my manhood, then begin to stroke.

There was nothing rough about that touch; it would not
have suited the punishment my Lady had declared for
him to be rough. Instead, his fingers were gentle,
fondling me the way a man caresses himself. I gasped,
unable to help myself responding as my hungry flesh
quickly stiffened in his hand.

He softly teased and tormented me until, against my
will, my hips were flexing with my lust. I began to
moan, my voice strange to me in its animal need.

I would remain here all night to meditate upon my
offense. Sandor would be with me, ensuring that I
received no rest but remained swollen with need for
most of that night. This was one of the lesser
punishments for my offense; the whipping I had
received, from Rozsaka herself with a light whip, was
another of them. The stinging had long since ceased,
but the welts remained to let everyone who gazed upon
them know I was not only her bodyguard but also her
slave.

Sandor's teasing hand slowed, slowed as I approached
the moment of crisis. My muscles tensed and my
breathing was savage, harsh. He brought me to the very
edge of release, but did not permit me to cross over
it.

He knew so very well how to bring me within a hair's
breadth of spilling my seed, and how to keep me there
for a slow eternity of groaning, squirming lust --
before withdrawing his hand to leave me to suffer my
desperate need?s slow cooling before beginning the
torture again. He knew from long practice: Rozsaka did
not always reserve his skill for punishments, but
sometimes commanded him to prepare me before she
herself made use of me. She loved to keep me in
continual, ravenous need, forbidden to touch myself,
saying that the promise of my infrequent release and
reward ensured that I would always be anxious to
please her.

She was right. It was more effective than any lash.

Now, inevitably, as my hips made those last few hungry
thrusts into the tunnel of his curled fingers before
climax, he withdrew them, denying me. I wailed with
frustration like an animal. My manhood ached in a way
that held no pain yet caused me agonizing suffering as
I was once again denied the release I had almost
reached.

"Please . . . " I half-whispered, my voice cracking
with desperation.

Sandor chuckled and moved behind me. Was he about to
use me again? But instead I felt his hand take my
swollen, tight-drawn testicles and gently weigh them
in his palm, feeling the bursting heaviness of my
unfulfilled need.

"Not so proud now, are you, arms-man?" he mocked, and
then his fingers were teasing me again.

"No, master . . . ahh, please . . . have mercy . . . I
beg you . . ."

Soon he had me pleading continuously, abjectly. He
chuckled as I writhed hopelessly in the stout leather
bonds. I dripped my aching need onto his fingers and
the padding of the bench beneath me, always at the
edge of orgasm.

The night had scarcely begun. No doubt I would be
brought to exactly this same state again and again
before being displayed to her expected visitors in the
morning. 



I am not noble-born, let me make that clear. Lady
Rozsaka chose me from the ranks of her commoner
men-at-arms to be her bodyguard, a position I
cherished from the very beginning. I had the training
of the warrior, if not of the highborn one --
sufficient that I was fit and muscular enough to catch
her eye, and that I retained my sense of shame at some
of the things demanded of me in my other capacity.

She enjoys that shame, as she often tells me frankly.
She has said that she hopes I never entirely lose it.

Years ago, Rozsaka was married, but only briefly
before Lord Avram died in a riding accident. She has
never told me where she came by her exotic lusts. For
that matter, I have never been able to explain the
source of my own -- why I take such pleasure in being
her pet and her plaything. For though I began by
obeying my Lady out of love and respect, to my
astonishment I grew also to delight in my submission
for its own sake. In a way I am fortunate that she saw
beneath my pride and claimed my heart, making me not
only her personal bodyguard but something more.

At times like this, I do not feel fortunate at all.



At dawn, she came to me. Disdaining the usual
elaborate coiffure of the noblewoman, she let her long
black hair flow freely down to her shoulders, but she
was dressed as modestly as usual. Her green eyes
seemed to brighten as if lit from within by candles,
as she gazed upon my nakedness, then looked more
closely at my tear-streaked face. I had been literally
weeping with need, all pride broken, toward the end.

Sandor stepped back. Although I couldn't see, it I
could well imagine the craftsman's pride in his smile
as he respectfully turned to her and dropped to one
knee.

"He is ready, as you wished, My Lady."

She bent down, and a pleased smile graced her full
lips as she looked between my legs and saw my arousal.

"So he is. Well done, Sandor. I trust you took your
reward of him as well?"

"Oh, yes, no fewer than four times, My Lady."

"Four times? You are indeed virile. Let me see." She
stepped behind me, and I felt her small hands on my
buttocks, parting them so that my orifice was plainly
exposed to her gaze.

She had a fascination with that part of me that never
ceased to amaze me. She demanded that I take special
care in keeping it clean and pleasant for her, and
sometimes I was made to eat my meal from a plate on
the floor like an animal, my back turned to her, with
two servants parting my buttocks so she could gaze
upon it all the while.

"Indeed, it would appear you told the truth," she said
to Sandor, and the delight in her voice burned into my
very soul. "He is well punished. Now, release him from
his bonds."

Sandor began undoing the straps, releasing me.

"You will remain naked today, Taltros," she informed
me, as he worked.
 
   

My main punishment still awaited me, a punishment that
would last through the next three weeks of late
summer. A time of warm, fair weather and the first
harvests, it was also the best time for hunting. And
it had been announced that Lord Aron and his party had
been invited to visit and join Lady Rozsaka in one of
her greatest pleasures -- hunting stag and roebuck on
her estates. She seldom passes up an opportunity to
hunt.

I am told that in certain lands, women, even
noblewomen, lack the freedoms they claim by right in
Syrcania but must instead live cloistered in their
husbands' holds; that they are as subject to the whims
of their husbands as I am to Rozsaka's. I can only
conclude that those who say this are telling fables --
or that the nature of women, and perhaps of men,
differs from place to place. I cannot imagine the
noblewomen of our land agreeing to such absurd
restrictions, or their husbands -- however arrogant --
daring to call for such. The lady is equal to the lord
here; thus it has always been.

At any rate, Lady Ezmana and her husband, Lord Aron,
arrived that morning with their entourage of servants.


As Rozsaka went to the courtyard to greet them, I
walked behind her, led by another common house
servant, Benedik. Benedik normally worked in the
kitchen, but when Rozsaka so appointed him he could
command my obedience just as Sandor could.

At the touch of his whip on my shoulder, I knelt down
at her side, my wrists crossed behind my back. Aron
and Ezmana were close friends of hers; they shared
certain interests with her beyond hunting, so my
nudity and my arousal did not surprise them. Ezmana's
deep, dark eyes lost their usual solemn expression and
sparkled with pleasure as she smiled at my condition,
while Aron chuckled and reached down to ruffle my hair
as he might a dog's ears.

"It appears that Taltros will not be your bodyguard
tonight, eh?" he remarked, grinning.

My Lady laughed softly. "No, indeed. He is in disgrace
again."

Aron's bushy red eyebrows lifted, and there was a
twinkle in his blue eyes. "Oh, does that mean he will
be putting on another of his famous performances for
us?"

"Yes, it does, Aron!" and the silver of Rozsaka?s
laugh was totally at odds with the cruelty of her
words. I felt the heat of my face and knew I was
blushing, though after these seven years in her
service it surprised me that I could still feel such
shame.

"I eagerly look forward to it," he said.

Then Ezmana took Rozsaka's hand and they started
talking about the planned hunt. Though I still knelt
naked at her side in the warm morning sunshine, I was
forgotten. But at last their conversation was over and
Aron and Ezmana were shown to their guest rooms.

Even as they departed, Rozsaka turned to Benedik, who
stood silently behind me.

"Prepare him for tonight," she commanded simply. Then
she turned and walked away without a word to me.

Though he was a mere kitchen servant, my obedience to
Benedik was taken for granted; in any case I had no
wish to incur My Lady?s wrath any further. Grinning as
broadly as Sandor ever had, he gripped my arm,
silently urging me up, and led me back into the room
where I had spent last night.

Once again I was strapped down to the humiliating
bench of punishment. Then Benedik went to the large
wooden cabinet in the corner and opened a drawer. This
time, instead of My Lady's whip, he brought out
another tool: a leather object stuffed tight with
straw and shaped like a large phallus.

He had never been one to waste words, and so he did
not taunt me as Sandor had. Instead, grinning into my
face, he held the artificial phallus in front of me so
that I could watch as he moistened every inch of it
with lubricating oil.

I knew that phallus intimately; it was one of several
that Rozsaka had had a leather crafter make solely for
me. It was not as large as the ones that she used for
my punishments, but it was larger than most men?s
organs.

When it was fully oiled and glistening, he laid it
aside and fetched the other tools. Pulling up a chair
to sit behind me, he began his work, opening my
exposed anus with them.

Rozsaka often played with me thus. She would start
with narrow, unassuming objects such as a smooth wax
taper, teasing me as she probed my insides and pushed
it back and forth. She had begun training me thus very
early on, when I was still virgin in that way, having
never known another man?s entry.

I cannot explain why this arouses me so much, but I
soon began to crave the sensations of my anus being
probed and stretched around these phallus-like
objects. It is a craving I still feel, and sometimes,
when she permits me, I actually beg for it.

Because of my offense, I had lost the privilege of
Rozsaka doing this to me for the next three weeks.
Now, instead, her surrogate Benedik worked to open me
like a flower, beginning with the taper.

I could not resist his efforts, strapped to the bench,
my buttocks high in the air. Despite my reluctance, I
did my best to relax, to permit the candle easy entry.
Benedik slowly slid it deep into my very core,
touching every sensitive place imaginable inside me on
the way.

It gives Benedik and the other servants a great deal
of joy to deal with me in this way. To them, I am Lady
Rozsaka's arrogant bodyguard, trained in weaponry,
usually favored above all others, and normally they
would not even dare to lift their eyes to me. When I
am in disgrace and Rozsaka commands them to punish me,
they delight in my humiliation, in reminding me of
what I really am -- her pleasure slave. It delights
them all the more that my humiliation and punishment
make my organ swollen and hungry.

It was this delight Benedik enjoyed with me as he
inserted the various objects into my passage, making
me gasp and moan with growing arousal and need as I
was violated. Each one was a little larger than the
last, opening me a little more.

But more was intended by this than Benedik's pleasure.
My rear passage had to be readied for this night's
ordeal, trained to the point where entry was no longer
difficult.

At times, he left the object partially within me while
he reached down and played with my starving member
until it once again dripped freely onto the bench's
leather padding. When he did so, I moaned and bucked,
held by the straps, unable to restrain myself. Benedik
chuckled at my pleas but never permitted me the
satisfaction I so desperately craved.

At last, he slowly inserted the huge leather phallus,
and it seemed as though it would never stop filling
me. My whimpers were as much from pain as from
involuntary pleasure, but he did not stop until he had
pushed it into me as far as it would go.

Pleased, he gave my right buttock a pat, stood up and
walked away, leaving me bound, stuffed, humiliated and
helplessly in need.

My hunger gradually eased as I crouched in the
imprisoning straps, head resting on the bench. Over
the next few hours, as I awaited Rozsaka?s return, I
actually fell asleep in my bonds, impaled and craving
though I was. I knew that I would need it, having been
deprived of proper rest the night before.

During those hours, Benedik returned several times.
Twice, he entered the room to give me sips of water.
While I drank, he stroked my manhood a little, just
for the pleasure of being able to touch it, but he
made no effort to truly excite me.

The last time he returned, he released me from the
bench, and I guessed that the hunting party must be
back. He took me to another room, one of Rozsaka's
private rooms which I knew well. All the while, the
thick phallus was left within me, stretching and
moving inside me, pressing against places that created
such jolts of pleasure that my legs were weak. Every
now and then along the way, Benedik would stop me to
play with it, moving it just a little back and forth
or turning it in my rectum, making me gasp or groan.

Once in the room, he bathed and groomed me like a dumb
beast. Rozsaka entered as he was brushing my hair
while I stood silently in place. He stopped
immediately, taking a step back to bow. I stood still,
knowing she would be displeased if I moved without
permission. She walked over to me and ran her fingers
through my hair, pleasure in her eyes.

"He looks splendid, Benedik," she pronounced without
looking at him. "You have done your job well."

Benedik smiled broadly in return as he gave her
another small bow. ?As my Lady wished,? he replied.

"Leave us now," she commanded, and he did.

She turned to me. I felt the beating of my heart grow
stronger as I sank to my knees before her.

She slipped one delicate hand under my chin, tilting
my head up as she looked down into my face, her
emerald eyes melting in one of those rare moments of
warmth. Then her expression turned serious.

"Tell me, Taltros. I know well that you worship me.
But do you *love* me?"

I was nearly lost in those eyes, but I struggled to
command my thoughts, to put into words what I truly
felt for her.

Finally, my voice dropping to a mere murmur, I
whispered:

"Yes. I love you, my Lady. With all my heart."

The joy that welled in her eyes made her face a thing
of beauty beyond words as she smiled back at me.

"Such a sweet slave you are!" she exclaimed. "Boug
bless the day that I chose you."

I closed my eyes in bliss. The hand under my chin
withdrew, and she stroked my long hair. "Your
submission to me is beautiful beyond words," she said
softly. "It is the chief joy in my life, and I would
share it with others.

"Come now, rise to your feet. Do you see that chair
against the wall? Go to it, and bend over it. Hold the
back of the chair to steady yourself."

I obeyed her, grasping the backrest of the carved
wooden chair, facing the wall.

Her footsteps sounded behind me as she went to a
nearby dresser. I heard a drawer being opened, and my
breath quickened. Then there were the soft sound of a
stopper being pulled from a bottle, and of her hands
rubbing together -- sounds I knew well.

She returned, and I felt her hands upon my
whipstreaked buttocks, slippery with oil. She grasped
them and began spreading the oil, rubbing them all
over, molding them in her hands, pulling them up,
pushing them together, then pulling them apart and
spreading me wide. I relaxed my muscles obediently,
letting her do as she wished with my rump. I wanted to
eagerly push my naked buttocks into her fondling
hands, to offer myself still further, though I knew
that she would not approve my doing so without her
permission. And still the impaling phallus was inside
me, stretching me wide open, dulling my wits with a
continual hunger to release my seed.

"Do these belong to me, Taltros?" she asked, stroking
my buttocks, her voice rapt.

"Yes, my Lady," I breathed, feeling the blood pulsing
in my swollen organ.

I felt her grip the protruding wooden handle of the
phallus that stretched my depths. She began to push
and pull on it, simulating the motions of another man
using me.

I gasped in rut as the sensations exploded through my
whole body, feeling my legs spread reflexively wider,
tightening my grip on the back of the chair. My organ
swelled still more, pressing its length up against my
tightened belly. I knew I must not touch it, must give
myself no relief, but surely drops of my fluid were
oozing from its tip again.

Sweat broke out upon my skin as I moaned with shame
and bliss, pushing my oiled buttocks back toward her,
craving more.

She began rotating the phallus inside me, turning it
round and round, making its oiled leather rub all the
most sensitive places in my rectum.

I actually cried out with need. "Ohhh! Please . . .
please . . . "

"You may not climax, my sweet animal." Her soft voice
was honey and fire.

She toyed with the phallus, tormenting me as I moaned
and gasped and begged for mercy until I was nothing
more than a shameless beast.

At last, I felt her pat my right cheek, bidding me
hold still. Only with the greatest difficulty did I
manage to obey her, ceasing the hungry motions of my
hips.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to pull the leather
phallus out of me.

I felt my anus quiver and clench at the shock of its
sliding out -- that insistent, thick presence that had
filled it for so long. At last the very tip slipped
out, and again I groaned at the loss, actually pushing
my hips backward in an attempt to take it back into
me.

In a moment, her hands had returned to my cheeks,
spreading them wide. I held my breath, awaiting I knew
not what, and warm, gentle breath blew on my abused
anus.

Finally, her hands left my flesh, and the order came:
"You may stand now."

I weakly obeyed and turned to face her, seeing the
glitter of lust in her eyes, the soft rosy glow of
excitement over her cheekbones.

"Accompany me now to the banquet hall," she ordered,
her voice returning to the cool tones of command.

I followed her out of the room and down the hallway.

My erection bobbed in front of me as I kept my hands
placed on the back of my neck as I had been taught so
that nothing of me was concealed. We passed servants
bearing away the remains of the feast. They merely
glanced at my lady and lowered their gaze with careful
respect, then went about their business. Some smirked
at the sight of my nakedness and my indecent arousal.

I entered the banquet hall behind Rozsaka, where Lord
Aron and Lady Ezmana awaited us, with a few of their
own servants as well as Rozsaka's attending them.

I had suffered this punishment before, and I braced
myself. Yet still there was this shock of humiliation
as I entered the dining hall. I knew that my
degradation would be seen by others who were not of
this household -- even common servants who would
doubtless gleefully describe it to still others who
had never and might never see me in the flesh.

The heavy wooden dining table and the chairs were the
hall's only furniture. They were positioned close to
the east wall, facing the open space in the center
that occupied more than half the room. During formal
occasions, especially during feast days or when
highborns visited Lady Rozsaka, the far wall was lined
with her musicians who played during and after the
meal, with the empty center given over to dancing or
to other entertainments.

Tonight, I would be the entertainment.
 
The table was still scattered with the remains of the
meal, which Rozsaka's servants were busy clearing
away. Other servants were bringing sweetmeats and
chilled wines. Aron and Ezmana sat awaiting the
spectacle of my punishment. Benedik was already there,
standing off to the side. A riding crop dangled from
his belt.

I did not have to be told what to do. When Rozsaka
stopped a little before the table and turned back to
look at me, I dropped to my knees on the cold stone
floor, hands still behind my neck. I lowered my eyes
and kept my thighs straddled wide to expose myself as
she preferred. For all my shame, my member was swollen
and stiff before the gaze of my watchers.

I was made to wait still longer as Rozsaka described
to them the nature of my offense, why I required
punishment. I kept my gaze lowered to the floor until
her cool hand grasped my chin, forcing my gaze upward
to meet hers.

I looked up at her dear face, the pleasure in her eyes
there, and my breathing quickened when I saw the truth
in them. She would delight in my punishment tonight,
but never would she cast me away.

As befits a slave, I said nothing, hoping my answer
would show in my own eyes: I would gladly accept her
punishment, and even the suffering inflicted at her
command was dear to me. That in truth I was no servant
but her slave, and she owned me not merely in body but
in soul as well. Even my shamelessly swollen member
was visible proof of these facts.

"Are you sorry that you offended me, Taltros?" she
asked.

"Yes, My Lady," I replied, as calmly as I could,
though my breath was shaky. "I have offended, and I
humbly beg you to punish me as you see fit."

"And I shall. Crawl to the center of the hall, then
turn your back to us and lower your head to the
floor."

I obeyed, crawling across the flagstones of the floor,
until I was in the center of the banquet hall where
everyone in it could plainly see me -- nobles and
servants alike. Turning away from them, I lowered
myself down onto my elbows, turned my head and rested
my cheek against the floor, cold stone pressing into
my face, my oil-glistening buttocks presented to the
chuckling audience.

Only then did Rozsaka take her seat with Aron and
Ezmana.

I had been taught a whole etiquette of positions by
Rozsaka for when she publicly punished me. It was not
enough merely to display myself thus; I was required
to display myself in an indecent and humiliating
fashion. So I spread my legs widely apart so that
those at the table could see my scrotum hanging
heavily between my thighs, and arched my back as
deeply as I could to emphasize the swell of my
buttocks.

I felt the heat of a blush burning my face, and I
closed my eyes, but never did I move, even when Aron
guffawed and spoke to Rozsaka.

"Your slave is as obedient as ever, Rozsaka. He
resembles a ewe preparing to receive her ram! I trust
I might once again enjoy him in my bed tonight?"

Rozsaka laughed in turn. "Yes, if Ezmana does not
object -- and if you can promise to be very harsh
indeed with him!"

Their laughter was joined by that of Lady Ezmana's,
assuring them she did not object at all. And thus I
knew that even after my ordeal, I would be permitted
little rest this night.

Then the command rang out: "Benedik, bring in Derlaz."

I closed my eyes and swallowed, waiting in helpless
shame and equally helpless craving, while Benedik
departed the hall on his errand. It seemed to take an
eternity, and in the meantime I could only await my
humiliation, my buttocks presented so all could see
clearly the marks from my flogging. Yet my erection
remained swollen and hungry.

Benedik's footsteps sounded again. They were
accompanied by coarse panting and the clicking of
heavy claws upon the flagstones of the floor, drawing
closer to me.

"Rise, slut," Benedik's mocking voice sounded. "Greet
Derlaz."

I felt the heat of my blush return, as I rose to my
knees and faced the dog.

Derlaz, a coursing staghound, was Rozsaka's favorite
and one of her biggest hounds; if I had been allowed
to stand, his shoulders would have been as high as my
hip. He was a handsome but fierce beast, with short
white hair spotted with patches of red and gray that
clearly revealed his powerful muscles. 

His claws scratched across the smooth flagstones as he
tugged eagerly at the leash that Benedik held with
both hands, staring at me with hot, brown eyes, hungry
whines coming from his throat. He knew why he had been
brought into this hall the moment he saw me. He had
been here with me many times before. His long tongue
lolled from a panting mouth revealing sharp, stout
fangs.

Already, the tip of his thick, red organ was beginning
to emerge from its sheath.

Benedik had to lean backward, using the weight of his
whole body pulling back on the taut leash, or the
impatient beast would have leaped at me at once.
Twice, he shouted "Hold!" before Derlaz settled a
little.

When he had the staghound under control, Benedik gave
me a curt jerk of his head from me to the dog. "Come
here, bitch. Begin pleasuring him with your mouth."

My belly knotted with shame as I heard the laughter
coming from the table -- but not with revulsion. I had
done this too many times before to feel disgust now,
or even to still my arousal.

I slowly crawled around to the huge staghound's flank.
He whined impatiently, awaiting my attentions, as
Benedik held him still. I moved forward, lowering my
head beneath his belly to face his sheath.

The dog's bright red maleness had emerged still
further, as he anticipated my services. The musky,
animal smell of his moist organ filled my nostrils.

I took its thick tip into my mouth and began to suckle
upon it. Derlaz immediately began hunching eagerly,
driving more of his organ into my mouth, proving my
skill to the laughing watchers.

Derlaz' maleness emerged fully from its sheath as I
worked upon it, the musky, bitter taste of it on my
tongue. So long was that thick organ that I could only
take half its length in my sucking mouth. The hound's
eagerly thrusting hips repeatedly pressed the tip
against the back of my throat, making me gag a little
despite all my training, but I did not cease my work.
As I debased myself, suckling the big dog, I could
hear Aron and the two ladies talking to each other and
chuckling as they watched . . . and I could hear the
undertones of excitement in their voices. 

Something cool and flexible rubbed against my right
buttock -- Benedik's riding crop, reminding me that I
might be whipped again if my enthusiasm lagged for
even a moment. I heard Aron's amused baritone laughter
as its tip probed between my cheeks.

The tip of the crop slowly slid downward, rubbing
against the back of my tightly drawn testicles,
pushing them back and forth. I couldn't help the moan
of need that rose up from deep inside my throat, even
as I sucked on the dog's twitching penis.

Abruptly, the crop stung my rump, then retreated,
signaling me to cease my ministrations. Only through
long practice was I able to refrain from biting down
on the beast's maleness. I released it and drew my
head back from under his belly.

When I involuntarily licked my lips, I heard peals of
delighted laughter from the table. Even some of the
watching servants snickered.

Shame filled me, not only over what I had just done,
but also from the awareness that I desperately wanted
what would now follow. My erection ached with a need
as great and as mindless as that of the huge hound. My
rear passage tingled now, longing to be stretched.

Benedik, of course, did not miss the chance to
demonstrate my shameful lust to his audience. At his
command, I turned to face the table and rose up on my
knees, my hands behind my neck. A light touch of his
crop upon my buttocks encouraged me to push my pelvis
forward, displaying my erect phallus for all to see.

"You want it, do you not?" he demanded, smiling, as he
brought his crop around to push my rigid manhood back
and forth and my first preseed dribbled down onto the
flagstones.

"Yes . . . yes, master," I gasped, tears of shame
beginning to blur my vision.

Benedik drew back the crop and returned it to his
belt.

"Then give him your arse!" he commanded.

I crawled ahead of the big staghound, who whimpered
and strained so eagerly at his leash that Benedik once
again had to use both hands to hold him back. Then,
with my flank turned to the watchers, I lowered myself
onto my elbows, my buttocks once again raised in the
air. The sounds of delighted laughter from the table
came to my ears.

I heard the sound of the leash being unfastened from
the dog's collar. "Derlaz -- take him!"

Claws clicked rapidly on the tiles behind me, and then
the big hound's heavy weight fell upon my back. Long
forelegs gripped my waist powerfully to hold me as he
would a bitch in season. He thrust against me, jabbing
painfully into my cleft again and again as he sought
my opening, uttering whimpers of eagerness and
frustration.

I rose up off of my elbows and braced myself on hands
and knees as Derlaz found what he sought, and I felt
the shock of the big hound's maleness pushing into my
oiled and waiting passage.

As Derlaz forced his way deeper into me with a series
of staccato thrusts, my sphincter was stretched until
I felt that it would burst, then was stretched still
more. Deeper and deeper the frenzied hound drove his
maleness, stabbing into my very bowels.

I forced myself to keep my face uplifted for my
audience as I had been trained to do, so they could
enjoy my every open-mouthed grimace, every tear that
slipped from my eyes down my cheeks, the way I gritted
my teeth at the fierce pain of having my opening
agonizingly stretched and my rectum filled by the big
dog.

Above it all, I heard Aron's hearty laughter again.
"It would appear that pain excites your slave,
Rozsaka!"

He was right. Though I groaned aloud and tears of pain
and humiliation rolled down my cheeks, the pleasure
from the bestial fucking stiffened my organ, making it
hard and hungry.

Derlaz hunched and thrust, sinking his spear-stiff
member deeper and deeper into my bowels, stuffing me
as unmercifully as the leather phallus had earlier.

At last, he had crammed his entire length up inside
me. His heavy testicles rubbed against my buttocks; it
felt as though the tip of his pointed organ pressed
against my navel from the inside, like a thick,
pointed finger.

I crouched there before a hall of watching people,
with the big hound's weight on my back as he thrust
back and forth inside me, no doubt enjoying my heat
and tightness. He cared not at all for the pain he was
causing or the shame it brought me, only for his own
satisfaction. I could hear his throaty grunts and feel
his hot, moist breath blowing upon the back of my neck
as he savagely worked my rectum. He owned me, and if I
were to try to escape now, he would surely seize the
nape of my neck between his strong jaws to force me
into submission, just as he would a bitch.

A worse pain gripped me as the base of Derlaz's
maleness swelled, forming its fist-sized knob within
my already-aching sphincter.

Without the repeated stuffings I had been subjected to
earlier today, I would have suffered still more. But I
accepted the pain as part of my punishment, just as I
accepted Rozsaka's whips and riding crops and the
other torments she subjected me to. In a strange way,
I even took joy in it.

I continued to keep my head up so that Rozsaka and her
guests could relish the signs of my agony, enduring
their genial taunts and their conversation as they
watched the spectacle.

Derlaz was well trained also. He did not dismount from
me to face away, as a dog normally would. Instead, he
continued to lie upon my back, gripping me with his
powerful forelegs, so that I had to endure his heavy
weight, the stink of his panting, warm breath.

Now the hound lay heavily upon my back, occasionally
thrusting to give himself more pleasure as his semen
pulsed into my aching bowels in a slowly diminishing
stream.

As time passed, both the pain of that great knob and
my own need faded a little, and my manhood softened.
Rozsaka and her guests took their leisure as they
watched me, sipping their wine, talking.

"He makes an excellent bitch indeed," I heard Lord
Aron jest. "Perhaps I will ask to breed him to my
Saali."

"And will you want first pick of the litter?" Rozsaka
continued the joke.

"Of course!" And he laughed heartily, Ezmana joining
in.

I closed my eyes in humiliation but remained silent
and still, gripped in Derlaz's bestial embrace.

Gradually, the great swelling inside me began to
shrink, and my tormented rectum at last began to feel
relief. Derlaz remained inside me until he had
entirely spent his lust. Then he slid backward from
me, his knob pulling out of my rectum with a last stab
of pain.

I felt the warm wetness of the hound's seed oozing
down the valley between my bottomcheeks, slowly
running down to the backs of my testicles and, I
imagined, dripping down onto the cold flagstones
between my knees. I remained there, awaiting Rozsaka's
next command. My punishment, far from being ended, had
only begun.

Benedik gave Derlaz's leash to a waiting servant who
led the sated animal out of the room. The next dog was
brought in -- Afang, another staghound, a great
brindled beast. Even more so than Derlaz, he was
already aroused, his red maleness almost wholly
extruded from his sheath even before he reached me.

As I had done and suffered with Derlaz, so I had to do
with Afang. I stimulated him with my mouth until his
maleness was completely ready to take me, and then at
the signal of the crop across my buttocks I offered my
rear to him, playing the bitch.

My humiliation eased a little as the game went on. So
did my pain; my well-stretched passage was now more
easily able to accept the staghound's large knob.

The stretching and rubbing of my inner membranes by
Afang's member gave such me pleasure that I found
myself shamelessly thrusting back against Afang; my
groans were mingled with gasps of delight. My own
arousal was once again a craving stiffness beneath me.

In my own passion, I no longer remembered to keep my
head lifted. So Benedik's fingers twined in my long
hair and pulled, forcing my head up so that the
watchers at the table could see my face.

Afang's maleness was even larger than Derlaz's. So
greatly did it fill me that none of his semen escaped
my bowels while he remained knotted to me. When at
last he retired, it flowed down between my buttocks to
the back of my scrotum in a wet gush.

After that, I was made to serve one more dog, a tawny
mastiff named Terle, before Rozsaka declared that
portion of my punishment complete.

Then, Benedik commanded me to lower my head to the
floor and press my cheek against it, my buttocks once
again aloft. I remained in that position while he
delivered five vicious cuts with the riding crop that
brought tears of pain to my eyes.

"A superb performance, Lady Rozsaka!" Lady Ezmana's
soft, cultured voice sounded, and Lord Aron eagerly
assented.

"I am glad it pleased you, gentle friends," Rozsaka
replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice even
though I couldn't see it.

"I anxiously await his arrival in my room," Aron said,
and I heard the chairs being pulled back by their
servants as they got up.

I was left in that humiliating position as Aron,
Ezmana and their entourage left the hall for their
guest chambers. My buttocks still stung and burned
from the crop.

At last, Rozsaka commanded, "Leave us, Benedik."

My heartbeat pounded in my ears. Above it, I heard
Benedik's footsteps departing -- and then Rozsaka's
approaching -- as I crouched there on the flagstones.

Her footsteps stopped just behind me. After a moment,
a hand stroked my burning buttocks. I closed my eyes,
feeling the soothing touch calm something deep inside
me.

"Taltros." Her voice was soft.

"Yes, my lady," I murmured, my cheek still pressing
against the cold stone. She continued to stroke my
uplifted buttocks.

"Does your passage burn? Does it ache and sting? Tell
me that it does."

"Yes, my Lady, it does." And it did, and I found
myself glad of it, because it pleased Rozsaka . . .
and because I had needed this. I had needed to be
punished for offending her.

"Good. I am glad."

The cool, gentle hand continued stroking me for long
moments as I knelt there. I felt my manhood throbbing
still.

Finally, the stroking ceased.

"Rise, Taltros. Rise to your knees, facing me."

The stiff, sore muscles in my back and legs complained
as I did so, turning around to face her. I assumed the
position for when we were alone together, knees spread
wide apart to reveal my swollen member, my wrists
crossed behind my back.

As our eyes met, her face softened, warmed. Then she
smiled . . . and I lost my breath for a moment.

"Your submission tonight was beautiful, Taltros."

The shame and misery in my heart drained away at those
words. However awkward and degraded I might have felt
during my ordeal, it now seemed worthwhile -- all of
it, and all the suffering and humiliation and
unsatisfied lust I would suffer for the next three
weeks.

I could have wept with gratitude at her words; I felt
a lump well in my throat. I forced it down to reply.

"It is my joy to serve you, my beautiful Lady."

"And I enjoyed your suffering."

I took a deep breath at those words. "Then I am glad
to have suffered for you, Lady." And I was. I had not
been while the dogs had mounted and used me, hard and
aroused though I had been, but I was now.

Her eyes held that brilliant light again as she gazed
down upon me, and I held my breath as her hand lifted
and gently caressed my cheek.

"And I love you, Taltros."

I thought my heart would stop. 

Then she had bent toward me, and her mouth was on
mine, hungrily demanding. I opened my lips to accept.
For long, breathless moments we were locked in a deep
kiss, our tongues meeting and mingling as our souls
longed to. My manhood was once again fully hard and
hungry.

At last, she broke the kiss and stepped back, her
tenderness at an end, though her eyes were still warm.

"Come with me," she commanded.

A joyous lightness filling my heart, I rose and walked
behind her to the baths, where I would be washed and
groomed before being sent to serve Lord Aron and Lady
Ezmana for the rest of the night.





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archive.

Afterword: I don't condone sex between animals and
humans in real life, but I like the fantasy of it as a
humiliation for a male slave.

This story carries the codes: (Fdom/M, Mdom/M, bd, sm,
caution, anal, exhib). The code "caution" means:
something in the story might offend (or even sicken)
you, but the author isn't telling you what. For other
codes, and how they can help you find the
stories you want, see:
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