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Made into a Public Fountain.
The Rogues Public Punishment
I'd been caught with the other three rogues and led helplessly arms bound behind my back and half naked through the city streets to the public square before you, a growing, jeering crowd of all ages, many male but mostly female, and boys and girls; all enjoying our humiliation and helplessness before you. We’d been caught almost in the act. We had a half a dozen girls we’d overpowered helpless bound, gagged and spread in a variety of lewd, provocative positions with our cum dripping from their cracks, assholes and faces, and we were just dressing to leave with our stolen goods when a we were beset by a crowd, now were the helpless ones.
Once in the square we were each led up to a corner of the center statue and our bound arms drawn up to chains on each corner. We each awkwardly perched on a small protrusion of the statue's base, and anxiously awaited our fate as you, the jeering crowd grew in size, I could see on your faces a growing excitement as you fed off our humiliation and anxiety at what might do to us.
I was already blushing from the helplessness of the situation when you sent a couple girls forward, they giggled and taunted as they ripped the last bit of clothing off me! The girls giggled louder and I heard your laughter and blushed as you gazed at my helpless total nudity. The other three rogue's rags soon followed. We all turned beet red at our public exposure before you as the crowd's laughter grew. I awkwardly and somewhat futily tried to close my legs and limit exposing my genitals to you My anxiety continued to grow.
I guess you didn't feel our humiliation was enough as several people, men and women both, now came forward. They tied ropes to each of us just above our knees as they taunted as well, and then they pulled our legs wide apart and tied them to the leg of the adjacent rogue. Our thighs were now widely spread and our genitals now fully displayed to you, and any effort to close them caused the legs of the two people either side to widen. We constantly fought each other from that moment, never fully succeeding, but never working together. Our legs were in a constant strain against each other. Your laughter continued as did our blushing and shame.
Several of you women in the crowd now came forward, strong and voluptuous, I gazed longingly at you’re your curves, your breasts jiggling and bouncing as you approached wishing I was free. You held in your hands devilish looking devices, a set of 6 rough edged rings spaced and held together with a strap. I had seen these past amongst you in the crowd before we were fitted and noticed you had studied the texture and giggled amongst yourselves, especially the women and girls. You fitted each of our genitals with these devices, as you fondled mine I started to get excited. The rough edges were irritating my flaccid dick, as it semi-erected it felt like small pins lightly pricking my skin. And then you lifted my balls and tied it off with a strap wrapped tightly around my cock and under my balls. You giggled as you did so, your light touch on my genitals and my view of your erecting nipples (from your enjoyment of your complete control over me) further stirred my excitement. Despite my vulnerability and the pins irritating my dick my dick grew still more in it’s cage, and began to rise skyward. I noticed you in the crowd, your leering smiles and whispers to each other as you watched these devices put on us, and anticipated their action, my anxiety grew.
Then you wrapped another strap several times around my scrotum simultaneously as the other women did so to the other rogues, trapping my balls and stretching them tightly down in my sack. As you looked leering at me straight in my eyes you tightened that strap until I winced! ?UGGGHH!? My legs strained against my fellow rogues as we each fought against each other to close them. And then a little more still! ?UUUGGGHHHH!? My balls felt like they would be ripped off and tears welled in my eyes and began to roll down my cheek, you giggled and finished tying the noose on my stretched and aching balls.
When you were done and move away I was alarmed when I looked down; with my prick erect and lifted in it’s tortuous harness my balls were now prominently displayed and thrust vulnerably outward from my body as a central focus for the crowd’s attention and punishment. I heard all of you in the crowd roaring with laughter now, while each of us blushed and began to plead. My balls really hurt, and my prick as well. And the small protrusion that was supporting quite a bit of my weight hurt my ass as my wide spread legs trembled as I fought the strain of the two rogues beside me to hold an awkward footing on the statue base. You relished this moment for a while.
Now one of you produced four pegs, about two foot long and 3 inches in diameter, rounded on one end. They were handed to four women and they and 8 other people approached us. Two people lifted me off my perch by my widespread legs, exposing my asshole to you. Then you women placed the pegs into a hole in the statue base where we'd each been sitting, and then to the crowd’s viewing delight you raked a fingernail across my balls, my perineum and then right on my asshole; it began winking from your touch and our anxiety, the crowd laughed. And you helped align my body and guide it downward until it first touched that fiendish peg as the crowd took it all in and giggled. Then you began to lower us! Ever so slowly we were lowered as all of you gazed at our assholes, now stretching beyond any normal amount to accept the full girth of those poles. ?UUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!? I could not believe I could endure any more pain there as that peg entered and stretched my guts and I was slowly lowered down under my own weight as it entered up. I was sweating and shuddering profusely now, my face wrenched in pain. Your laughter and jeers added intensely to my humiliation and I again turned beet red as I continuously moaned and grunted in pain.
Once we were finally impaled on our new thrones, as the pain in my ass subsided a little, I realized my prick had erected even more, more than I’d ever seen it, and the pain around my erect ringed prick grew. Each of those rings was now firmly grabbing my prick flesh, you witnessed how it bulged out between the rings; each of those rough edges was now puncturing my prick, and I could feel and count each ring and each of those pins individually!
The crowd's laughter grew even louder now, but I was so intensely focused on my pain I could hardly tell – my balls, asshole and prick all in intense aching pain at once! My pain and humiliation helplessly presented to you for your pleasure. My anxiety grew as I listened to your jeers. Many amongst you now talked of taking our balls off slowly and most painfully as possible while you all witnessed, my balls ached even more from my anxiety as they were prominently presented to you for my public castration, and tears rolled down my cheeks at the thought of losing them so painfully and shamefully. That thought would constantly go through my head forever now, wondering at any moment if this was it, and that constantly added to my anxiety and cock and ball pain!
Now a procession of women amongst you began coming up to each of us in twos, giggling and laughing with a gourd of water and helping us drink. You were all beautiful, strong women, breasts delightfully filling your low cleavage blouses, nipples prominently viewed through the fabric. You came to us sensuously swaying your hips, and coquettishly offering us a much needed drink. As you approached I could see right down your cleavage, even getting a glance at a naked nipple now and then, and I sighed in my helpless aching arousal. As one of you gently held my head and presented the gourd to our lips the other lightly, teasingly stroked my thighs, prick, balls and even my perineum. Despite or because of my helplessness I became even more aroused, and my anxiety dwindled. Precum now wetted my prick slit, and drops even sliding down my aroused shaft as you teased, and I longed for orgasmic release. Several trips were made, every time with a different, enticing set of women, each time I received the same comforting, arousing treatment. Precum continued to spill from my prick slit in my aroused, edging frustration, were it not for the cage on my prick I would have exploded cum! But then when my thirst was quenched you still came. I protested and your attitude changed instantaneously. You with the gourd grabbed my hair and forced my head back while the other of you grabbed my aching balls and squeezed as hard as necessary. ?AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!? You made me swallow as I my face turned pale white from the intensity of the ball wrenching, near pass-out pain, as I beheld your leering smile and listened to your taunting and the loud jeers and laughter of the crowd. A constant procession of you beautiful, coquettish, but stern and leering women now continued to come and do this to me; my hair grabbed and head forced back under your leering taunting gaze and a hard unmerciful ball squeezing every few minutes until each gourd was empty to be followed by the next. In my castration anxiety I thought you were going to rip my balls right off several times.
At some point you noosed my prick, despite the other bands on it you decided one even tighter one was needed; I would soon learn why.
I tried to plead over and over again that I could not drink any more, hoping you would finally relent, but you were unrelenting, leering at me as you again and again forced my head back and taunting me as you again and again squeezed my balls, seemingly harder and harder each time; I could not be more helpless or in more misery.
After the first hour or two or three of ball wrenching-gut filling pain and humiliation, I had no idea of time now, I felt my bladder was going to burst! I'm sure the other rogue’s did too, and my stomach was distended from the water that had not reached my bladder yet. But the prick noose held even the slightest trickle from leaving our prick slits; I’ve never felt such urgency to pee. Then on cue other women amongst you came up to each of us and quickly untied the prick noose and we each began to piss. Not a lot of flow, as the prick bondage limited my stream, but a lot of velocity. The piss stream shot up out of our pain wracked rigid pricks over each of our heads and continued to flow; it felt like my prick was burning from the inside now!
We pissed continuously for hours as more and more women amongst you continued to twist our heads back and fill us up as fast as we were emptying while you nut wrenched us and taunted and leered as we each turned white and spasmed, groaned and grunted as we were again forced to gulp. The crowd seemed to roar with laughter each time. Again and again, you continued to squeeze my swollen, constantly aching balls with ferocity, hour after hour to make me drink, yet I stupidly pleaded before each nut wrenching as the crowd laughingly egged you on.
At some point as you still grabbed my hair you forced my face forward into my own piss stream! The crowd roared with laughter and now egged that on as well, and this was now added almost each time for added humiliation. As you held my hair you waved my face back and forth in my piss stream, and piss now constantly wetted my face irritated my eyes, dripped in my mouth and I inhaled it deeply through my nose and right into my throat. I pleaded and openly cried as piss snot dripped from my nose, and blushed and shuddered in constant pain, but you continued unrelentingly – and all of you in the crowd, young and old, laughed and jeered continuously - we had become a public human fountain while our swollen bladders never emptied, and our rigid prick's burned and ached inside and out. My asshole still ached from overstretching and filling as well and my body was soaked in sweat and my own pee. But my balls ached beyond belief; you even commented they had swollen to more than twice their original size, and wondered if they might pop right through my tightly stretched sack.
As the day wore on you finally stopped filling us, apparently to allow our piss streams to stop eventually before midnight. But now many of the smaller and weaker girls amongst you wanted to participate more closely in the fun. You came forward individually and in groups, again approaching coquettishly, your nipples prominently erect on your firm breasts. Your hands were too small sometimes to grab and twist my balls effectively, although many of you did; but your hands were not to small to slap or make a fist and pound my balls unmercifully as you giggled and jeered. You particularly enjoyed my ball punishment knowing I was suffering in wrenching pain directly from your action. You rolled my balls playfully and painfully in your hands and taunted me about who would get to keep them once they were removed, and how you were going to get front row seats fto witness and participate in that final torment and punishment, and how you would each look directly into my face to witness my ultimate loss and humiliation as my balls were slowly and painfully removed. And as you taunted you would force my face again and again into my own piss stream as the crowd laughed. My humiliation was greatest, my blushing and anxiety greatest from the helplessness and torment from you tiny girls. I continued to cry and blush and plead for mercy as the procession of you continued for hours to punish, humiliate and taunt me.
For the rest of my life I would live each day and moment, every waking and dreaming moment of it, not knowing if and what humiliation and punishment I would have to endure from you, or if or when I might lose my balls or even my cock and how it might be done, although many methods would be described to me to further my anxiety, fear and humiliation.
So began our first day of slavery, and public humiliation and punishment.
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