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“You will regret this!"

Khor bellowed as he was lashed to an X-shaped rack by the side of the city's central street, much to the amusement of onlookers who had stopped to gawk. The bull man had been stripped bare before his punishment, revealing his impressive musculature bulging underneath his glistening jet black fur, and his legs and arms were splayed and tightened to the rack leaving every inch of his body exposed. The merchant overseeing the handling of his property, a human male dressed in rich silks and with a cool demeanor, made a tutting sound.

“That attitude of yours is the very reason why you are now brought so low. It was in dire need of adjustment, and I sincerely believe that after today you shall be much, much more agreeable to deal with."

Khor snorted and spat at the man, struggling against his bindings but they held fast.

The man pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

“Mmmno, that won't do. I want the opposite of that."

He nodded towards two of his assistants, lithe fox guys dressed in simple sarong, and spoke softly, without malice in his voice.

“This one requires extra training in obedience. Carry on with the procedure. That fighting spirit just has to go!"

The foxes looked at each other with a sly smile, and without saying anything they knelt at Khor's feet.

“Hey, what's going on down there?"

The bull man craned his neck to look down, but gasped and froze when he felt one of the foxes taking his balls in his paws. The audience jeered, a motley collection of human traders, beastfolk servants and laborers, even some of the languorous catfolk high lords had now gathered around for the amusement. The bull's malehood was well developed, his cock even flaccid as thick and long as a sausage, his balls hanging low from the weight of his heavy, fist-sized orbs, and the small fox man handled it with practiced ease like a customer weighing produce.

The other fox tied a water-soaked cord around the bull's scrotum, around the base and just above the testicles, and tightened it.

“H-hey, hands off there!"

Khor shouted, looking alarmed by what was happening, but he was completely helpless to stop them. The cord felt rough against his vulnerable sex, fitting very snugly and pulling the skin of his balls taut as a drum. The foxes laughed and patted Khor's tightened orbs, making him flinch, then returned to their master and slipped under the man's arms to snuggle against him happily.

The merchant petted his servants caringly, kissing each on the forehead with an approving murmur, then turned to address the crowd.

“Behold the terrible price of freedom!" His voice was sonorous and carried easily over the din of the busy street. “This servant has rebelled against his true and proper master, raising above his station and defying the very order of our society! As is the custom of the city he will now be made to suffer the supreme sanction."

Hearing this the gathered crowd clapped and cheered. Some of the people eyed him with sneering distaste while others had a much hungrier, bloodthirsty look to them and drew closer. The merchant waited for the crowd to settle down before continuing. Already more people were drawn by the noise to watch the spectacle, forming a congestion that slowed down the passersby even further and inviting them too to linger and watch. Khor groaned and felt the flush of humiliation creeping to his face, from being displayed in public and having his private parts in full view of all these strangers. When he would be released there would be skulls to crack, he swore to himself…

“Alas! I, his owner, have decided to show leniency and serve you a fabulous treat instead!"

The merchant made a sweeping motion over the crowd.

“He will be tied to the rack from sunrise to sunset, to suffer the sun's glare without reprieve, and is put to public use!"

The merchant paused to smile and bow as the crowd erupted to joyous cheering.

“You have my permission to do as you please with him, as long as you do not damage the goods!"

Satisfied, the merchant nodded and left the scene with both of his lovely assistants in tow.

“Hey! You can't leave me here!"

Khor shouted at him, but the merchant simply waved him goodbye without looking back. Khor gulped, his chest heaving from his growing panic, and saw the waiting, hungry faces of spectators around him…

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The city was nestled deep in the enveloping caress of a sweltering jungle, its tropical heat casting a lingering pall over its narrow streets and tall spires. It existed solely for the plantations stretching around it, growing exotic fruits and medicines for export on the back-breaking labor of big, muscular beastfolk. The city was fed by a wide, sluggish river snaking past it, its murky waters the lifeblood of its docks where brutish lizardmen and nimble herbivores toiled day and night loading cargo. The city's narrow, winding streets were packed with traders and travelers from all corners of the world, all seeking to make their ends meet by any means necessary, human and beast alike bumping and jostling against each other in a cacophony of sounds and smells. Far above the city's sweaty hustle and bustle reached the pale ivory towers of its owners, wealthy and jaded nobility of tigers and panthers that sought to fill their days of idle leisure with pursuit of corrupt delights.

The constant oppressive humidity meant that the city's inhabitants wore few articles of clothing, but despite that there was still a world of difference between walking around shirtless and being tied up and completely in the nude, as Khor found out. He felt powerless and humiliated as he was forced to endure the whims that any random passerby saw fit to inflict upon him, bound in place and put on display, his limbs spread open wide and cock exposed in a perverse invitation to use him.

At first people were content to laugh at him and taunt him, which made his anger flare in his broad chest and him to reply in kind, bellowing threats to the much amused onlookers until his voice was dry and hoarse. Their jeering made his face heat up, and bitter defeat welled up in his eyes as he hung his head low, exhausted. Then the more brave and curious dared to get closer to him, and he felt the first groping squeeze on his bulging pectoral muscle from a grinning leopard youth. Khor gasped but then clenched his teeth, determined not to show weakness in front of that tall, slender cat. He lifted his head defiantly.

“Come on, is that the worst you can do?"

The young man grinned and twisted his hard, protruding nipple between his clawed fingers, making Khor yelp and the circle of his friends laugh. Now emboldened they too joined in on punishing the uppity bull, groping and squeezing his masculine, attractive body. Strangers' hands explored him shamelessly, testing out his thick, bulging arms and thighs, running their fingers along the groove of his abdominal muscles, and kneading his round perky buttocks. More and more people joined, their hands warm and sweaty, some dainty and perfumed, others rough and dirty from manual labor. Khor panted and tried to struggle against his bindings, to close his legs and shield himself from the prodding crowd but to no avail. To his growing confusion the unwelcome attention had a strange effect on his body--despite the humiliation, the burning embarrassment, his cock twitched and he could feel a familiar tension starting to spread along its length as it started to harden.

Without even being touched his malehood rose to full arousal. Black and shiny, his erection throbbed in front of everyone, a stiff veiny fuck stick that curved slightly upwards and ended in a fat, deep red cock head that was already oozing precum. Khor was mortified, his face completely flushed from his body turning against him and joining in on the shameful betrayal. He pinched his eyes shut and wished to be anywhere else, never before even in his wildest fantasies imagining being so aroused by something so demeaning. The onlookers added to his awkwardness by starting to grope his genitalia, kneading his orbs in their taut sack and grasping his cock with thrill-seeker's touch to stroke it. Its size and weight drew in admiring comments, as did the bull's moans from it being so roughly stimulated. Before soon Khor was pushing his pelvis forward in arousal, but no-one saw fit to make him cum. Instead he was kept edging by the strangers joining in on the fun, and had his cock slapped in punishment whenever he seemed to come too close to climaxing. The pain and humiliation did not make erection wilt--in fact, it only made him harder, and the day was just beginning...

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The sun's harsh glare was picking up already before the noon. Khor's sweat covered his entire body, giving his short fur a slick sheen, beading on his brows and trickling down his back to disappear between his ass cheeks. He mouth felt parched in the unforgiving heat that simmered around him, but his pleas for water were met with derisive laughter. Some of the more sadistic inhabitants stopped to have a drink right in front of his eyes, quaffing wine or chilled fruit punch with great relish and leaving him smacking his dry lips. Khor could imagine his blood thickening in his veins as he lost water from the constant sweating, and from experience he knew that the worst was still waiting to arrive. By midday everyone who could would seek out shade to shelter them from the piercing rays of sun, and even back when he had been a field worker he at least had had plenty to drink. Khor tried to gulp, but his saliva felt sticky and stuck to his throat.

His abused flesh ached, both from the constant squeezes and slaps from his tormentors and from the needy, persistent throbbing of his proudly erect malehood. His owner's assistants had been deft enough not to cut the circulation of his wrists and ankles when they had bound him up, but to his growing concern the same could not be said about the cord around his testicles. As the coarse string wound in loops around the base of his ballsack started to dry, it also started to become tighter and tighter. What had started as a snug caress was gradually turning into uncomfortable tightness as the rough fibers bit into the thin skin of his scrotum. Like a constrictor snake it squeezed its prey inch by inch, and Khor's balls were already starting to feel the dull tingle of his fertile babymakers being slowly deprived of oxygen. If this continued for much longer would he come out of his ordeal as a gelding? The thought made him shiver and a cold weight settle in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to reach out and tear away the offending cord, but to no avail--he was as immobilized as he had been from the start. Khor tried to bellow out in frustration, but only a hoarse whisper emerged from his throat.

Two wolves stepped out of the throng, brothers by the looks of them, clearly adventurers of some kind seeking to make their fortune in the big city. They wore the exotic clothes of barbarian tribes from the north, fur and leather straps clinking with weapons, and were already well on their way to being drunk despite the early hour.

“My, my, my, what a prime slab of beef we have hanging here", the older of the two said smugly and crossed his arms, appraising what he saw.

The younger one stifled his laughter, hiding his mouth behind his hands and did not reply beyond eyeing Khor's well-built frame coyly. The joke was not very funny so he must have been very nervous. Khor gave them a sullen look, waiting for the inevitable.

The older wolf had no such qualms, though, and he leaned close to the bull, resting his hand on Khor's shoulder and patting his belly. His long fur smelled musty, of travel dust and days spent on road unwashed, and his breath reeked of stale beer. He had old scars here and there on his body and fierce trophies hanging from his neck, all signs of an accomplished warrior despite him being somewhere in his mid twenties. His voice had a rich, growling timbre to it, like dark chocolate for the ears.

“It would be rude towards our gracious host not to take part of this feast..."

He chuckled to himself and his brother, then burrowed his face deep into Khor's sweaty armpit, snarling and huffing as he drank in his scent with great gulps of air. Khor was jolted to attention by the cold nose tip suddenly tickling him under his arm, leaving him trying to squirm futilely away from the greedy maw. The wolf lapped his hairy pit with great relish, slurping the hefty aroma of a full grown bull thick and sour from having stewed in the sweltering heat. His hand wandered downwards to stroke Khor's cock, and his own made a noticeable bulge against his strained leather codpiece.

The wolf paused to draw breath and licked his chops hungrily.

“Come on, this slab of meat is ready to be served."

He encouraged the younger male and then continued licking and tickling Khor's side with his sloppy tongue. The bull moaned and shivered, and without thinking about it was already arching his back to lift his tail. The other wolf was much more inexperienced and he hesitated, but soon the display of raw eroticism unfolding before him won him over and he slipped behind Khor, looking almost apologetic and nervous of being seen by the others. His brother patted his back in encouragement, and the youth kneeled, holding his head at the level of Khor's juicy buttocks.

The bull man's ass was round and toned from hard labor, and as the young wolf grasped it with both hands they made pleasing dimples as they sunk into the firm flesh. He pulled Khor's ass cheeks apart revealing his squishy pink hole and approached it carefully, his nose sniffing curiously and tongue sticking out between his slightly opened jaws. The raunchy stink of ass musk that had been brewing in Khor's sweaty crack blasted his nostrils making him both wrinkle his snout and tremble from barely contained lust, and without letting himself think about it the young wolf lunged his maw at the Khor's bared anus.

The wolf's long tongue lapped the gaping pucker of Khor's asshole, sending waves of pleasure shiver along his spine and making the large bull gasp for air. He attacked his vulnerable spot with fervor, licking him from taint to the base of his tail, slurping and drinking the salty ass sweat and collected musk with great gusto. Before soon he was burrowing his cold nose into Khor's loose anus, making little licks inside his velvety folds and whimpering with a muffled voice. His eyes were closed in bliss, getting to savor the taste of a large, masculine beast and fulfill some long time fantasy of his.

Seeing his brother enjoy himself the older wolf stepped back and pulled out his cock, a stiff rod sticking out of his puffy sheath, and started masturbating with the same hand that he had used to stroke Khor's malehood just a moment ago. He leaned back and pushed his pelvis outward rudely as his his red canine member made wet slick sounds, leering at Khor with a smug, knowing look. He understood how much Khor enjoyed being displayed and used, saw it in his eyes despite Khor not being willing to admit it even to himself, and was intent on showing it to the poor, bound bull. He grunted and sighed, then shot his hot wolf spunk on Khor's belly. The thick load hit him on his lower abdomen where it stuck in long, glistening ropes of pearly white cum that slowly dribbled downwards towards his pubic mound. The touch of another man's seed made Khor's skin crawl as the goop, warm from body heat, felt piping hot on his sweaty skin, its strong predator's scent made the bovine more nervous than the mere homosexual act itself. He wanted someone to wipe it off, to clean those markings on his rippling muscles, but no help was forthcoming so there it stuck like a badge of shame.

The wolf's brother was about to finish at the same time. He had stood up and leaned his hand between Khor's shoulder blades heavily, panting as he too jerked off. He touched the base of Khor's tail with the pointy tip of his cock and blew his load, creaming Khor's needy asshole with several spurts of semen. The wolf brothers panted and looked at each other, exhausted but happy, their swollen knotted dicks hanging out and bobbing along the pace of their breathing. The older clasped the younger's shoulder and ruffled the hair on his forehead.

“Now you're a man, too!"

The younger one beamed and tried to hide his pride behind a coy smile, but his posture and relaxed appearance told of how proud he was to become like his older brother. The wolves embraced each other and slapped their backs, their dicks accidentally tracing slimy marks on their bellies, and after congratulating each other turned to leave. The older one looked over his shoulder at Khor and his throbbing, veiny erection in need of sweet release, but he only winked and gave a thumbs up sign.

“I wish you luck, beef boy", he said and with that they were gone.

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By midday other passersby had followed the wolves' example and relieved the contents of their balls on the long suffering bull. He had started to reek of sweat as the sun beat down on his back and neck mercilessly, and the tangy odor of spent seed clinging to his hide had become a persistent offender to his sense of smell. What annoyed him even more were the flies. They were drawn in by his ripe bull stench and cum stains, buzzing around and crawling into his ears and nostrils and tail hole, tickling them constantly and despite his snorting and twitching he could not rid himself from the tiny pests. His painful erection had wilted to its half-flaccid state, but even that relief was temporary. Attracted by its precum drooling tip the flies swarmed around it, walking over his cock meat and seeking entry under his foreskin. He tried shaking them loose by swinging his dick only to see them land again instantly afterwards, keeping him itchy and irritated.

The first one to fuck him was another beastfolk like him. He was a dock worker, a stout bull man with brownish fur and long shaggy mane, a lock of hair drooping down hiding his eyes, and wearing only a simple strip of cloth wound around his crotch and hips secured with a knot at the back. He was ambling back home from a night shift with plodding steps, when he happened to pass by Khor and stopped. He stood there for a while, rubbing his chin while he eyed the other large stud, and then shrugged as he came to a conclusion.

“Hey, you look cute hanging there. I'm gonna show you good time", he spoke with a deep husky voice and started to undo his loincloth.

He let it drop to the dusty ground and stood naked in front of Khor casually displaying his goods, and despite Khor's discomfort he could not stop his eyes from staring at the stranger's body. The other bull had bit of a gut hanging on his muscle, matted fur grimy from work and wading in the sludge filled river, and the ample man flesh that hung between his legs looked dirty and unwashed. Khor shuddered as he imagined how many cheap hookers and sailors it must have known intimately.

Without further ceremony the dock worker stepped behind Khor and fingered his pucker with his thick digits. They made a squelching sound as they explored the sweat and cum lubricated hole, and Khor was too exhausted to even protest.

“Just… just be gentle, okay?", he croaked quietly as he lifted his head.

“Heh, no can do. I like it rough." The dock worker snorted as he stroked himself hard.

Onlookers had started to gather around them in anticipation of the show, and they would not leave disappointed. His assailant grunted as slid his big dirty dick inside Khor's fuckhole, making them cheer and laugh. Khor had not been penetrated before and the sensation of something hot and stiff being forcibly thrusted up his ass was new and strange. He winced as his passage was stretched out throughout its entire length, but feeling the other man's cock slide against his sensitive insides was not entirely unpleasant either.

“Oh fuck, you're pretty loose already…"

The dock huffed into his ear and picked up pace, his pelvis making wet, smacking sounds as it slapped against Khor's ass cheeks. His dick rammed into Khor's prostate with every stroke as it pistoned that tender hole, making Khor pant as he felt a tingling sensation welling up deep inside himself. His tortured testicles swung with every thrust sending jolts of pain through his pelvis, adding to his sensation of being taken roughly, without a care for his own pleasure. The grunts and moans of those two large beasts rutting in the middle of the street amused the crowd greatly, and their approving stares made Khor's erection to raise again to full mast.

The dock worker made guttural sounds and suddenly bit into Khor's neck in the throes of his lust. His blunt teeth were not enough to break his skin, but the pain still elicited a yelp from him. With a mighty heave he threw his entire weight behind his thrust and shot his load deep into Khor's guts, clenching his skin in his grip as he pumped copious amounts of bull semen into Khor's quivering rectum. Khor could feel a feeling of wetness build up in his rear end as the dock worker grunted and hung on to him lazily, his weight hot and heavy on Khor's shoulders, his cock throbbing in his ass, his shaggy tuft of pubic hair tickling him under his tail. Eventually he started to soften and pulled out releasing a gush of lukewarm spooge that dribbled down on Khor's balls and his thighs.

“Whoa, I really needed that."

The dock worker huffed and picked up his discarded clothing. He patted Khor's cheek before leaving.

“Seek me out on the docks and I'll return the favor. I'll look forward to that."

Khor did not reply but simply panted, his entire body still clenching and tingling from that brutal copulation. His anus felt almost hollow now that the stiff rod had been removed, his passage still clinging to the feeling of warmth and weight that had massaged it just mere moments ago. It had been rough, true, but some part of him wished to experience the sensation of being filled out to the brim again--and he would not have to wait for long for that to happen judging by the looks of the crowd…

--

By the afternoon Khor was coated in cum, the slimy dressing covering his chest and belly, dribbling down his muzzle and oozing out of his now thoroughly pounded ass. His crotch and taint had become a squelching morass of semen and sweat that had pooled there from the donations that eager males had graced him with. Especially his cock and patch of pubic hair had been targets of the audience's attention, leaving them glazed in thick layers of glistening creamy man batter. In his desperation he had tried to lick some of it off his chest to wet his lips, but the salty broth had only served to make him thirstier.

Even worse was him having lost the feeling in his balls. The constricting cord had tightened beyond mere discomfort, and now the throbbing ache in his precious family jewels had been replaced by dull numbness. He could not see them, but knew that within their leathery pouch they would be cold and colored deep purple from slowly being strangled by now--but he was beyond caring. The once proud bull was now hanging limply by his bound wrists, too weak from exhaustion and abuse to even stand properly. He wanted only to survive the few remaining hours and be finally released from his seemingly unending torments.

But that very moment, as if carried by the saints of mercy, the merchant appeared on his gilded palanquin and stopped next to Khor's haggard, beaten shape. He parted the silken veils to address the bull, revealing the fox assistants curled up snugly against his chest like a living, luxurious fur coat.

“I thought I'd pop in to see how you're faring", he said with a neutral tone as if talking about an employee performance report. “Have you been enjoying yourself?"

Khor tried to speak but only managed a mumble, so he shook his head, eyes downcast and pleading.

“I see. Do you feel that you have learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good boy from now on?"

Khor nodded emphatically, whining and mewling. That the large, muscular beast had been reduced to such a pathetic state made the merchant sympathetic towards him--he had no desire to mistreat his property beyond what was strictly necessary, and he felt glad that the beefy giant had become so pliable with so little effort.

“Very well. Cut him down."

He motioned at the foxes dismissively with his hand and nibbled a peach while they jumped off the palanquin to work.

One of the foxes produced a small pen knife and cut the cord around Khor's balls. With the sudden influx of fresh blood the sensation returned to his much abused sex, flooding them with tight, crystalline pain of wooden member returning to life. It was unbearable at first, but slowly receded into throbbing tingling feeling, and Khor could not help being relieved that his heavy orbs had not been permanently damaged. The other fox cut Khor's hands and legs free, but he was too weak to stand and collapsed onto his knees on the dirt road. Every part of his body ached, and his muscles trembled even from the effort of staying upright. Still, he felt oddly accomplished, having endured and overcome his ordeal, as if he had participated in and won a cross country race. He focused on keeping his breathing deep and steady, feeling dizzy but satisfied.

The merchant was suddenly in front of him. He took hold of Khor's muzzle, right under his jaw, craned his head upwards and leaned into a kiss. The man's lips were soft against his cracked ones, and he could taste the sweetness of peach juice. The merchant spit into Khor's mouth, letting him drink his saliva, and it felt heavenly on his stiff tongue and down his parched throat. Khor slurped and gulped down all he could, probing the man's mouth with tongue in search for more of the life-giving fluid and the man obliged him, turning their kiss into an intense sloppy embrace. At the same time the fox assistants had knelt behind Khor and were studying his overflowing cum hole with curious fingers like, dipping them inside and sniffing his semen scented ass musk. They shared the taste by slipping them in each others' mouths, giggling and shoving each other playfully. They were very excited to meet their new playmate...

The merchant broke their kiss and caressed Khor's jawline, moved his hand up his chin and then grasped him by the ear, hard.

“Come on, on your feet. There is much work to be done."

Khor winced and obeyed, raising slowly on unsure feet. His knees creaked and muscles cramped in protests, but he managed to stand up, swaying a little and waiting for orders.

“Good, good. Here's what is going to happen next", the merchant spoke calmly, “we're going to return to my villa where you will be put in a cage for the night. I think I'll let you go unwashed for a while, too--the stench is a good reminder of your bad behavior and what happens to those who disobey orders."

The merchant climbed onto his palanquin as he spoke.

“In fact the cage will be your home for the following weeks until we see that you are suitable for your new tasks. You start your training with cock sucking tomorrow morning. If you perform admirably then we can see about returning your privileges one by one, like wearing clothes. Any questions?"

The merchant's question was purely a formality at this point, for Khor's cock had already started to harden. His answer being clear the merchant motioned the palanquin to move, and they walked through the busy streets with Khor following in tow, stripped naked and majestically erect...