Chapter 8 - A Pole and a Purge

There it was. The guards had moved it into position directly beneath Darius’ vulnerable hole.

A long wooden pole, with a heavy metal base at one end, and at the other, a long, thick, black leather dildo. Alexander casually smeared the dong with some form of lubricant. “Bacon lard for a pig’s arse,” he whispered.

In his current position, Darius was safe. The head of the dildo was a good three or four inches shy of his asshole. But he could see in his reflection that were the leather dildo to slip inside him he would be skewered painfully.

“You can’t do this to me!” he demanded.

Alexander merely laughed. “Oh I think you’ll find I can. And you look so hot right now, in your slutty outfit, your face smeared with paint, and that big leather cock ready to penetrate your arse.”

He nodded to the guards. “Pull the blocks apart a little.”

His lackeys did as he instructed, and Darius instantly saw what his captor’s plan was. As the blocks were separated, his stockinged feet were forced into a wider stance, causing his torso to sink. Now his arse hole hovered perilously, a mere inch or two above the brutal phallus.

“You merely postpone the inevitable, Arab,” spat Alexander. “Why not let that pussy ass of yours sink onto the dildo. I promise you it will feel good.”

“Never!” yelled Darius.

“Insolent bitch! Guards – further apart!”

The blocks were pulled further in opposite directions. Now Darius was forced to stand on the very extreme of his tiptoes, his considerable leg muscles straining within their slutty hose. And even so, he could feel the head of the leather cock nudging at his anus. He gritted his teeth. He was determined not to give his enemy the satisfaction of seeing his butt penetrated.

“Nearly there, now…” murmured Alexander. “I tend to find all the fight goes out of you bitches once they’re stuck on the end of my pole…”

“I – will – never – submit to you!”

“Oh, never’s an awfully long time, you know. And I think your hole must be feeling rather hungry by now. Guards – you know what to do!”

The blocks were moved apart once more, and this time there was nothing he could do. Although Darius strained every sinew to prevent it, the inevitable happened, his stockinged legs spread wide, his body sank, and the massive head of the dildo slipped inside his arse.

“Aaaaargh!” he yelled.

Alexander reached across to grab his slave’s cock, and began to pump.

“It seems you’re enjoying the experience more than you let on,” he crowed, as the Arab’s cock began to harden and lengthen.

“Curse you! Curse you to Hell!”

“Oh you’ll soon learn the true meaning of Hell, slave bitch!”

Mustering all his effort, Darius gripped the chain that manacled his hands together and began to pull himself up.

“Mmmm,” murmured Alexander. “Very nice. Yes. Yes. Fuck yourself on that big leather dong…” He rubbed at his own cock appreciatively.

Sweating with pain and exertion, Darius managed to lift his body high enough, and with a smooth pop, the head of the dildo emerged from his yielding butt cheeks. He glared defiantly at Alexander.

“You can’t maintain that position forever,” taunted the Steward. “Even a dumb hunk of muscle like you will weaken eventually. And when you do, that big long cock will be ready to slide all the way into you… And I’ll get to see my whore impaled on a fucking fake prick. Skewered like a piece of meat…”

The wooden blocks were yanked even further apart, and sure enough, as Alexander had predicted, Darius’ arm muscles began to tire and weaken. The weeks in captivity and lack of food were taking their toll on him. Desperately he tried to cling on, but then a cramp hit him in his arm, and he had no choice but to sink down, lower than before. The dildo sank even deeper within him. Again he cried out at the intense pain of penetration.

“My beautiful slut bitch, made up and dressed up in her slinky stockings. What a sight. How I wish the men you commanded in your army could see their butch captain now!”

Again, Darius tried to pull himself up, but he was weaker now, and all his efforts served to do was to fuck his arse on the leather prong. He couldn’t manage to get himself high enough to escape the evil phallus altogether, and each time he sank onto it, it went deeper and deeper inside him.

As he writhed and struggled, Alexander worked his cock through the gap in Darius’ hosiery.

“This is turning you on, slave, isn’t it? In spite of yourself! Maybe we have found your true vocation. To be dressed like a street whore and to have your arse relentlessly ploughed. You want to cum, don’t you, bitch? You really want it!”

Darius hated himself for it, but the weeks of sexual frustration that slavery had brought were all coming to a head. If only he could be allowed to cum now that would be some kind of release.

“Get into position, men!” instructed Alexander to his guards. “When I say the word…”

Darius looked about him in confusion as the lackeys stood by each of the wooden blocks that he was balanced precariously atop.

Just as he found his ejaculation building, he heard Alexander issue the command. “Now!”

Simultaneously, the guards kicked away the wooden blocks that had supported Darius. Immediately his body slumped all the way down, sinking to the floor, so that the cruel dong shot up, deep inside him like a lightning rod. And at that precise moment, he yowled like a tortured animal, as his cum streamed from his red cock in massive loops across the torture chamber.

The Arabian’s scream reverberated around the stone walls of the castle, and its varied inhabitants paused for a moment as they pondered what Alexander might be doing with his latest acquisition.

The moment was brief, however, for now their attention returned to the matter in hand. Young Raymond had let it be known to anyone who cared the precise details of his latest task. So by know, quite a crowd had gathered to see Raymond lead the blushing Will into the centre of the castle courtyard.

Raymond had attached a leash to Will’s leather collar, and he tugged at it as if Will were a mere dumb beast. Will stumbled along behind him, hurrying to try and keep up with Raymond’s longer stride. He was painfully aware of the whispering sniggers from the crowd that had gathered to observe his humiliation. He only hoped that sweet Jane might not be there, but he didn’t dare to look up in case she were.

Raymond came to a halt at the side of the well. He cleared his throat and addressed his audience.

“Friends!” he called warmly. “It is good to see so many of you gathered here to witness this little brat finally being put in his place. He needs to learn that in comparison with his betters, he is no more than a stinking animal. Master Alexander has instructed me to wash him both outside … and in!”

Raucous laughter burst out from the onlookers.

Will gulped and clenched his fists in shame.

“Now, sissy boy,” hissed Raymond. “Bend over the edge of the well.”

Will hesitated but obeyed, lest he enrage his new enemy any further. The brick rim of the well was high, so he had to stand on tiptoe to try and manage it. In the end, he had to haul himself up with his hands, balancing his chest across the brickwork. His blond hair flopped in his eyes, as he gazed into the murky damp of the well. His feet dangled some distance from the ground, and he was painfully aware of his hose-clad butt sticking out, inviting and vulnerable as his legs hung in the air.

“That’s quite an arse!” came a cry from the crowd.

“I’ve got something in my tights that will fill you up good and proper, page boy!” called another.

The crowd shrieked as if it were the wittiest thing they’d ever heard.

“Hush!” ordered Raymond. “No one may touch the bitch without my express permission! Alexander has placed it in my personal responsibility!”

Will was aware of a sullen muttering, suggesting that Raymond’s arrogance was winning him few friends. But these thoughts were dashed from his mind, as he felt Raymond’s eager fingers tugging at the waistband of his hose.

“Let’s get some air to the bitch-boy’s pussy!” the older boy declared.

And with one swift movement, Will’s silken blue tights were yanked down: just far enough to keep his legs encased, so the waistband nestled just below his arse cheeks.

Will felt the morning breeze caress his naked skin. However, the next sensation was not so gentle, as Raymond grabbed the base of the large plug that was still lodged deep within him, and pulled it from his boyish bum.

“Owwww!” Will couldn’t help but cry. The plug had become lodged so firmly within him. And of course his audience laughed even harder and more harshly.

His arse felt empty for the first time he could remember, and he felt the air on his swollen arse-lips.

Suddenly, Raymond was whispering in his ear. “Don’t worry, fuck-boy. Your cunt won’t be left empty for long…”

Raymond was as good as his word. Will was in no position to see what was to happen to him, so all he could rely on was his sense of touch. He felt a cold metal nib pressed against his puckered anus. A slight grunt of exertion from Raymond, and Will gasped in shock as ice cold water flooded up his backside and into his stomach.

More laughter from the crowd, delighted with Will’s shocked reaction to the enema. He had only been dimly aware of what Alexander had meant when he had promised him a daily purge. Now the reality sank in. What he would later learn was that Raymond was operating a curious contraption, made of two wooden paddles, joined together with concertina’d leather, to form a kind of bellows. Raymond drew water into the bellows, freshly drawn from the icy depths of the well, and then, bringing the wooden paddles together, forced the liquid into Will.

The bellows were withdrawn, refilled, and once again, Will received a quantity of water into his fundament. Will’s head span with the humiliation of it all. He no longer had any control over what went in or out of his ass.

“We’re going to fill you right up to the brim, bitch!” said Raymond gleefully.

A third squeeze, and now the water in his stomach made it very uncomfortable for Will, lying flat against the bricks of the well wall.

The bellows were withdrawn again.

“You squeeze those ass muscles, tight, now,” taunted Raymond. “If you let even a drop of that water escape from your arse, I’ll belt you till you bleed!”

Will desperately did as he was told, and tried to tighten his sphincter. He had no desire to soil himself in front of the population of the castle. Once again, he hoped dearly that Jane was busy elsewhere at this moment.

Another flush of water entered him, and now the danger began. A sudden cramp hit him in the stomach, so that he cried out in pain. His body desperately wanted and needed to expel the large amount of water sloshing about inside his belly.

“Awww,” said Raymond in mock sympathy. “Is the little tights bitch getting cramps?” His tone became harsh. “Tough shit. Pucker up and get ready for another blast!”

As good as his word, the next dose of water came more viciously than any before.

“I’m in trouble now,” Will thought to himself, unable to see how he could possibly retain this quantity of water within him. The ice coldness had made his asshole numb, and so it was harder than ever to try and control it and keep the liquid inside.

Just then, another wave of cramps hit, and Will began to pant heavily with the effort of not doing what every muscle in his body was telling him to: relax his asshole and let that painful, torturing water flood out of him.

“I think that’ll do for now,” said Raymond, casually. “You’re only a novice after all…”

Will was manhandled down from his exposed position, and allowed to stand unsteadily on the ground.

His belly bulged, distended with the water inside it.

“Will you look at that!” jeered Raymond. “This bitch does love to be punished. A public enema in front of the whole castle – and his dick is rock hard!”

Will blushed crimson. It was unmistakeably true. With his blue tights still half way down his legs, and in spite of the gurgling and cramping in his stomach, his cock was standing upright and proud regardless.

A solitary tear escaped from Will’s eye. The humiliation was too much, too extreme. He just wanted to go home.

But there was to be no such respite.

“Pull up your tights, you disgusting little pervert!” ordered Raymond. “There are ladies present!”

As soon as he did it, he knew it was a mistake, but instinctively Will looked up to see the crowd. Sure enough, in amongst the mixture of amused and repulsed faces, he saw Jane’s pretty little face gazing at him with a mixture of pity and distaste.

“I said pull up your tights, bitch! Or do you get some kind of weird kick out of displaying your pathetic excuse for a cock to everyone?”

Will fumbled for the waist band of his hose, and quickly tugged them up, to give him the semblance of some kind of modesty.

“Now, we’ll go into the field. And remember, you keep all that water deep inside you. If I see even a spot has leaked into your tights, there’ll be trouble!”

Raymond grabbed the leash again, and tugged. Will set off, bent double and walking in an awkward, spread-legged fashion: his thighs turned out and his ass sticking out as his belly wobbled and rumbled. He prayed desperately that he could retain enough control of his muscles not to leak into his hose.

The walk seemed interminable, especially as he was hit with a fresh wave of cramps midway, and it took every effort of will not to shit himself there and then.

Eventually, Will and his tormentor made it beyond the castle gates and into the fields.

Raymond yanked Will’s tights down to his ankles.

“Get on your hands and knees where you belong!”

Will did so, his arse sticking up high in the air.

He gritted his teeth. And waited. And waited. Would permission never come?

And then finally, the relief…

“Go on, then, bitch. Let your enema out. Now.”