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