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The Terrible Fate of the English Nobleman
By Dr. Phil
This is the story of an 18th century English nobleman living in the
Caribbean. He is hated by a local pirate governor. The Englishman refuses
to sell a small piece of land to the governor who has wanted it for a long
time. The Englishman has been protected by his friendship with the
captain of one of the pirate ships. Even the governor fears this ruthless
captain. One day the pirate ship arrives in port with the news that the
captain had fallen ill aboard ship and died. The governor replaces him
with a new captain of his own choosing; one who is a strong ally of his.
With his protection gone, the Englishman is now vulnerable to the wrath
of the governor, who hates him not just for the property that he covets,
but also for the public arrogance and rudeness that he regularly shows to
the governor’s wife and two daughters.
***
The governor had been waiting for his revenge for a long time. He wanted
to shame the arrogant nobleman more than any man had ever been shamed.
He falsified records and convicted him of high treason. He confiscated all
of his land and fortune, along with all of his possessions, leaving him
penniless other than the clothes on his back. He had the handsome nobleman
brought before him in the town hall where he smirked at him and announced
his sentence. The assembled crowd gasped and then cheered as they heard the
news, and the nobleman’s legs buckled in shock. It was unthinkable! His fate
was to be stripped naked and tied to the prow of a pirate ship, bowed back
slightly and legs spread in a very obscene way. His whole body was to be
shaved bald each day to enhance his shame and the sight of his needy hard
cock which would be constantly pointing the ship forward.
He was stripped immediately and his fine clothing taken away to be
burned. Burly guards hoisted him up on their shoulders and carried him
flat on his back, through the cheering crowd. One of his former discarded
lady friends reached a hand over as he passed by and gave his dangling
ball sack a not so gentle squeeze. Emboldened by this brave act, several
other females also reached out and tugged, fondled or slapped at whatever
piece of bare skin they could reach while the nobleman tried in vain to
twist away from them and commanded them not to touch him. The guards
carried their naked prisoner like a sacrifice through the town hall doors.
As they passed into the bright hot daylight the townspeople closed in
around them like a perverse processional, carrying a slaughtered animal
to a cooking pit. At some point his commanding of the people to stop
touching him turned instead into crying and pleading with them to let him
go. His crying became more frantic as he looked through the “V” of his
naked legs and saw the pirate ship getting closer and closer with its
fatefully prominent prow thrusting outwards from the bow. His new home.
His place of shame and display. He cringed in humiliation as he noticed
for the first time that his own naked cock was also at full mast, curving up
and backwards towards him so he could see a drooping tear at the tip of its
single eye. The townspeople noticed it too and taunted him as they walked
along next to him.
“Look! He’s enjoying this! Look at his cock!” yelled one of the women in
astonishment.
“You like what’s happening to you?” taunted another. “I’ll bet you can’t
wait to be dangling there all naked and squirming in the bright sun!”
“We can’t wait either!” laughed an older woman, which brought a round
of laughter and giggles from the growing crowd. The nobleman’s sobbing
got louder just as his bouncing cock, unbelievably, seemed to get even
longer and harder.
The nobleman was crying like a baby now, his naked body twisting and
squirming helplessly in the powerful grasp of the muscular guards as they
got closer and closer to the ominous polished wooden prow. He was to
live the rest of his life there, always exposed, day and night, rain or shine,
and tormented and humiliated sexually while he was tied there. His wrists
would be tied to the prow above his head. His legs would be tied to each
end of a 30 inch long wooden pole which was then fastened near the base
of the prow. The angle of the prow caused his dangling body to be slightly
bowed out, placing his hard curved cock on prominent display, constantly
tasting the salt sea spray. A specially selected cabin boy, who once worked
in the employ of the nobleman but was callously fired and forced to seek
employment on the pirate ship, had been tasked with the responsibility of
spending all day every day using a feather all over his displayed body, but
especially using it to tickle under the tip of his cock head to make sure that
his writhing body was constantly sporting a huge erection to lead the way
forward. Whenever they arrived in a port he was laughed at and ridiculed
by the locals as long as the ship was there, as well as being tormented by
swarms of mosquitoes overnight.
The real humiliation started, however, whenever the ship would return to
his home town port. After they tied up along the dock, the grinning cabin
boy got further revenge by standing on the dock under the pathetically
squirming nude and hairless body hanging from the ship’s prow. He
reached out to the dangling body and deftly used a feather attached to a
pole to keep him at the brink of an earth shaking release, but he kept
pulling it away at the last second, leaving the former nobleman sobbing
and crying in his never-ending frustration. Many young rascals gathered
there by the prow to borrow the pole and would also take turns teasing him,
making him buck his hips in shameful sexual need while the local girls
would point and laugh at his sobbing and begging.
Each visit to home port became a small festival where the whole town
came out to mock him as he cried and humped his hips in his desperate
sexual need. All of them remembered him, of course, from when he was a
rich, arrogant nobleman who used to look down his nose at them, and they
laughed delightedly now at his terrible fate.
“Serves you right! I hope they keep you like this forever!” yelled a pretty
young girl who was another former lover of the rich nobleman, dallied
with and then discarded.
“Go on, make love to your little feather!” she taunted as a laugh went up
from the crowd. Even in his greatest shame his needy body betrayed him
and he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to poke at the feather.
On these festive occasions, the governor delighted in bringing his wife and
two daughters down for a picnic lunch on the docks where they could all
share a good laugh at the man as he wiggled and begged in humiliated
torment, sometimes trying to avoid the feather and sometimes, shamefully,
seeking it out to rub his pulsing, dripping cock against for just a little more
contact. “Pleeease, just a little more!” He stared at the governor’s
laughing family through eyes wet with tears of shame as he begged them, but he
still couldn’t stop trying to hump the feather as they all laughed and
pointed at him!
“One of these days,” said the governor to his pathetically humping enemy,
“they ought to untie one of your hands so we can all watch you rub
yourself off for our amusement… but not today!”
The crowd gasps at this possibility.
“Oh please!” the girls in the crowd pleaded. “Make him do it today! Make
him do it now!”
But the governor shook his head from side to side.
“Not today, girls, but one day. I promise.”
A squeal of delight went up from the young ladies in the crowd and the
governor’s own daughters clapped their hands in delight and winked at the
nobleman, who by now was bucking his hips trying to rub against the
feather like a madman while his teeth chattered in need.
The governor considered the girls’ pleas and silently decided to grant them
their request before the ship departed the day after tomorrow. What a
show that will be! The formerly arrogant nobleman begging and
frantically tugging on his own prong as he writhes and twists in his naked
agony, as promised, but the governor chuckled to himself because he had
already decided that a rope will be attached to his free wrist and two
strong-armed matrons will be there to pull his hand away as needed to
make sure that there will be no orgasm allowed that day for the
unfortunate wretch. The nobleman was thirty-two years old. The ship was
fast and the island was very heavily guarded and protected. The new
captain had assured the governor that the nobleman will suffer under the
prow for many years…
Two months later the pirate ship was again swinging in to home port after
a successful trip. Its hold was bursting with looted treasure just as the
nobleman’s balls were bursting with pent up man seed. Many quiet and
boring hours at sea were broken by the sounds of the nobleman’s moans
and desperate pleas as the wicked cabin boy sat on a small stool at the bow
and reached over with his feather to tickle the man’s sweet spot on the
underside of his cock head. There had been no climaxes for the wretch,
although copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock to
mingle with the salt water spray as the ship’s bow cut through the water.
Later that day, after docking and unloading the treasure, the festival had
begun. Again the begging of the young girls convinced the governor to
untie the nobleman’s right hand. As he hung there he couldn’t stop his
hand from tugging and pulling at his bloated cock as he watched and heard
the crowd taunting him and especially the governor’s family sitting at their
picnic with a perfect view of his humiliating spectacle. He had brought
himself to the very brink of orgasm a dozen or more times only to have the
matrons pull his hand away at the last second and swat at his clenching
bottom with switches while the crowd laughed. This time, as he
approached his climax the matrons did nothing! His body shook, agonized,
right at the very precipice of relief for more than half a minute, grunting
like a little pig when suddenly he went over the edge and began the most
powerful orgasm of his life. He was moaning in a high pitch like a girl as
his whole body stiffened and he spewed out spurt after spurt of white
sticky man seed. Nearly a dozen spurts arced through the air and landed in
the water next to the dock, becoming food for the little fish who snapped it
up. The crowd was cheering and clapping. The governor’s own wife and
his two daughters were standing and cheering and had tears in their own
eyes from the laughing. Finally the nobleman finished bucking his hips, he
let go of his cock and his arm dropped down in exhaustion. His chest was
heaving and he was sobbing in shame for the degrading act he had just
completed in front of the whole town.
The cabin boy and the matrons left him alone for awhile as many of the
crowd, mostly women and girls, walked up to him and spat at him or
playfully switched his reddened bottom as they laughed in his face.
But his respite did not last long and before the hour was up he had his free
hand re-tied and had quickly been brought back up to a desperate state of
arousal through the cunning use of the pole feather. The festival continued
and he was again begging and pleading for an orgasm that he now craved
more than ever, but which he knew inside could be weeks or even months
away.
It was a pleasant day at the docks. Everybody seemed to be happy.
Everybody laughed. Everybody except for the writhing naked hairless
nobleman who was again humping his hips and straining his rock hard
leaking cock forward, trying to rub it against a feather on a pole that was
being fiendishly manipulated by a laughing cabin boy and his friends on
the dock. Bucking and wiggling and crying and begging for mercy as he
stared into the smirking faces of the laughing crowd.
***
“Wow!” the excited girl in the sleeping gown exclaimed as her uncle
closed the leather-bound book from which he had been reading.
“I’ve seen the “Naked Man” from a distance, hanging like that with his
`thing' all hard, under the prow of the old pirate ship when it’s docked, and
I’ve heard some stories from my friends, but I’ve never heard the whole
story of how he got that way. It’s fantastic! Thank you for reading it to me,
Uncle Jasper!”
“That all happened a long time ago, Elizabeth. You're old enough to hear the
real story now.”
“This is my own journal.” he said, patting the worn leather cover of the
book he had just read from.
“I know it’s accurate because I was the original cabin boy! There
have been many others after me, but I was the first. The English nobleman
has been wiggling naked under the prow of that old ship for over twenty years
now, and with God’s grace the arrogant bastard will wiggle another twenty.
Only a dozen or so climaxes for him in that whole time!” he chuckled.
Elizabeth’s grinned sheepishly at that, then finished combing out her hair. She
sat down on the edge of her bed and her uncle bent and gently kissed her on
the forehead.
“Good night Elizabeth. Tomorrow’s your birthday and, as promised, your
mother and I will bring you and your friends down to the dock where the
matrons will show you all how to use the rope and the feather on him.”
Elizabeth got into bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin.
"I'll make him beg, Uncle Jasper. I promise!"
"I love you, sweetie."
Finis
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