Chapter five

In the morning the ritual of taking the cat out to relieve himself was repeated. Dharsha went docilely, relieving himself while Bo amused himself by jerking on the leash, pulling the neko off his balance during crucial moments.

He was washed down by the trough and went back inside to perform oral sex on any woodsman who required it, which were four out of the five. Sven spent a few minutes plumping the neko's nipples, and then circling the swollen nubs with thin nooses attached to rocks the size of large eggs. The weights, when dangling, pulled the strings painfully tight around the blushing buds and stretched the whole tit downward.

"I'll know," Sven said ominously. "If you take these off and you'll spend the night hanging by your tits and your balls. Got it?"

Dharsha nodded immediately, eyes submissively focused on the floor between Sven's boots. Sven grunted, flicking one of the weights and making it swing before rising.

They left for work, with King lying by the fire to watchdog him. The neko waited for a while, on all fours by the door, listening to the sounds of their departure. Then finally, when all sounds of them dissipated, he dropped his head and let himself breath, then pushed himself stiffly to his feet, knees aching from all the crawling about.

It felt so good to be standing. It made him feel human again. He stretched, arching his back and instantly gasped, feeling the orange sized plug press against his rectum. He shifted uncomfortably, reaching back and touching the protruding base of it. He withdrew his fingers, not yet willing to rebel. He took a step into the cabin, towards the fire to take the chill from his body, then froze as King lifted his head and growled at him.

He stepped back behind the fragile cover of the table, hands trembling, going over in his mind the list of chores they'd made for him to finish today.

He cleaned the cupboards first, with a strong lye soap, then the countertops. He swept the floor he'd scrubbed last night, and found that five active lumberjacks and a dog quickly tracked in dirt and mud. He scrubbed the spots that the broom couldn't clean. He carefully worked his way around King's dozing bulk and dumped the dirt in the ash pale, then scooped out the charred ash at the edge of the hearth and added that as well. Cleaning the stones around the hearth was the next job to tackle and that required water. So he took the ash pale to dump and prepared to go outside. King was at the door before he'd opened it, growling up at him. Dharsha took his hand off the knob and carefully backed a few steps away, trying to figure out how to get past a dog that his masters had spent a good deal of time convincing he was Dharsha's own personal guard.

The fear they'd installed in him of the dog prevented him from simply bluffing his way past. He sat the ash bucket on the floor and backed to the table and sat upon the bench and immediately found that to be uncomfortable with the plug up his ass and the big base of it protruding outside it. Perhaps they'd designed it that way, so that he was unable to even sit like a normal person. He rested his hip against the table and tried to reason with the dog.

"I just need to dump this and fetch some water so I can finish my work," he said, "They've given me a list, you know and they'll be angry if its not finished and I really, truly don't want them angry at me. So please can't you calm down and let me open the door. I won't run away. I know very well that you can stop me if I try, since you're stronger and your teeth are longer and your claws sharper. So there's no worry, really. And you haven't been out to do your business since this morning and you're probably in need. So am I, come to think of it."

He found he was babbling. Perhaps it was the simple pleasure of speaking coherent sentences that did not involve admitting to his degradation. It felt good to talk, even if it was to a dog that probably saw him as one of two things; livestock which the dog hadn't yet decided whether to guard or to hunt, or a bitch to mount and relieve its biological urges. Dharsha wasn't sure which of those two he found more appalling.

However, when he edged toward the door this time and pushed it open King didn't break into a chorus of barking, instead rising and pushing past the neko and out into the yard. It felt good to be outside, to feel the sunlight on his skin, and the grass between his toes. The weather was cooling, a sure sign that autumn was on the way. His own land - - and Dharsha had to stop and concentrate to fully recapture the memories - - never had a cold season. Never had snow, which he was told was common here.

He dumped the dirty water and drew clean from the trough, then moved to the corner of the yard where both he and the dog usually relieved themselves and peed. It was a small victory in itself, to pee standing up like a reasoning, free creature. It salved his pride somewhat and made him bold. There was a cramping in his gut that needed relieving and hours yet to go before the woodsmen came home. He would be in dire straits indeed if he waited till evening. And what they did not know would only serve to benefit him. And it wasn't as if King could tell.

Still, despite his determination to rebel, he still went a little ways past the grass where fallen pine tags and mulch would cover the evidence, before he squatted and worked the plug out of his ass. It took effort to get it out, the ring of his anus having become comfortable with the gumball sized neck of the plug and protesting the passage of the much larger body of the thing. What a tremendous relief when it finally passed out of him, though. He squatted for a moment, cock twitching at the sensation. He rubbed himself until he was half hard, granting himself that stolen pleasure, that secret resistance. Gingerly he touched a swollen nipple and just the grazing of his thumb sent sharp little pangs through the flesh. Without them there to torment and degrade him, the stab of pain bordered on pleasure. He moaned, circling the swollen nub of flesh lightly, stroking his cock with the other hand, until his balls tightened and the knot that had built rapidly at the bottom of his gut released, sending spasms of pleasure though his body, spitting milky cum from the slit at the swollen head of his cock. He shut his eyes and reveled in release that his body had been denied for all too long, until King padded up and started sticking his nose where Dharsha didn't want it, big tongue licking at his lap, and the sticky substance there.

"Go away. There's nothing here for you. Bad dog." He tried to put authority into his voice and the dog bared his teeth. The neko winced and got his back against a tree, figuring that what the dog couldn't access, he would eventually lose interest in.

When the dog trotted off to examine the edges of the yard for woodland intruders, Dharsha quickly took the chance to void his bowels, and then covered the evidence with leaves. He rinsed himself of evidence then took the plug and washed it off with water from the trough, before going inside. He sat it on the table, figuring he had a fair time of freedom from it before the woodsmen returned, but after a while, when every little sound made him start and stare guiltily towards the door, he took it and went to the fur to put it back in. It was no easy task, not with King nosing about him, growling and sniffing at his rear while he tried to work it back into his body. He ended up sitting it on the floor and squatting over it, biting his lip and mewling softly as he pushed himself down upon it. Finally when his body swallowed it and his opening sealed shut around the neck of it, Dharsha leaned forward on the rug and shuddered, allowing his breathing to slow, not caring for a few exhausted moments if King's nose was between his legs.

As nice as it had felt to rebel, it was a tremendous relief to be safely back the way they had left him, free of the danger of punishment. At least for the crime of defying them over this particular cruel directive.

The neko had finished his chores by the time he heard the voices of the woodcutters returning home with the dusk. He knelt like any good slave, head down in submission while they entered, waiting for direction. They looked for laziness on his part, the crueler of them hopeful for some reason to chastise him, but he had been thorough in his work and there was no fault it. They set him to cleaning dirty boots and beating the sawdust out of jackets on the porch rail outside. Dirty clothes where left in a pile that he was informed he would wash come the morrow.

He was called in afterwards, while Bo and Olaf fixed stew and pan bread for dinner and the others took their leisure around the fire. Karl beckoned him over with the crooking of one finger, and the neko immediately moved before him, kneeling between his legs and quickly unbuttoning the woodcutter's long johns at the crotch and pulling out the soft cock. He took it in his mouth without hesitation working it to hardness with tongue and lips, shutting his eyes and focusing on the job at hand, even when someone one urged him up to hands and knees and spread his cheeks to pull out the plug. It came out with a plop and he kept sucking, taking the cock down his throat and pulling back to suckle the tip, then plunging back down upon it again. Fingers wiggled into his loosened asshole, squirming about inside him and he heard them laughing and commenting about his readiness for them. It was Stein behind him, he could feel the big gut pressing against his buttocks as the man urged his legs apart so he could kneel behind and poke his fat cock inside. He did it without lube and it would have hurt considerably more if not for the butt plug stretching his hole most of the day. It still took a while before pre-cum, a little blood and his own bodily fluids made the thrusts more bearable.

Stein leaned down upon his back and Dharsha moaned at the weight, limbs shaking. The fat man pulled at the dangling weights on his nipples and the neko whimpered around his mouthful.

Karl came buried down the neko's throat and he swallowed it all, not a drop leaking from his lips. He stayed with his face pressed against Karl's crotch with its moist, soft cock while Stein finished up.

He crawled to Sven afterwards, with wetness dribbling down his thighs, and knelt with dubious gratefulness while his tits were unbound. He cried out as the blood rushed back. Sven had him work his cock to hardness with mouth and hands, then directed him to straddle him, sinking his loosened ass down upon Sven's big erection, giving Sven ample access to his swollen tits while the neko rode his cock.

Dharsha moaned and writhed, trapped in Sven's thick arms, Sven's mouth and teeth sucking and gnawing upon his tortured nipples.

The twins had dinner ready before Sven had quite finished, and the Neko was ordered to pick up the pace. Using the chair arms for leverage, he began pushing himself rapidly up and down Sven's erection, while Sven lay his head back and grunted, grabbing and twisting both the neko's nipples savagely when he finally came.

He sat, for a few precious moments of relief, body free of binding or device, while they ate. They gave King his dinner and the neko his own bowl of scraps when they had finished, then he was set to wash up the dishes while they took their mugs of ale to the fire to relax. When the kitchen was tidy, they called him over for the twins, who had not had their go at him.

Bo thought it amusing to smack the neko's buttocks and leave the red imprint of his hand. His brother took up the game and they knelt on either side of him, while he pressed his face to the furs and waved his ass in the air while they spanked him by turns. He moaned and endured, fingers curling in the fur, even when they took to using paddles to save their hands the abuse. When they'd finished, his buttocks and the backs of his thighs were cherry red and burning. They fucked him, Bo first, then Olaf and enthused about the heat of his body, so thoroughly tenderized for their pleasure.

Bo took him out afterwards, leashed and on all fours. It hurt to crawl, his rear smarted so. He peed, but did not have to do more and feared Bo would suspect that he had already relieved himself. But after a few moments of waiting Bo simply commented that he'd have to hold anything more till morning, and led the neko to the through to rinse down.

They played with him a while longer, throwing one of King's chew toys and making the neko fetch and bring it back in his mouth. That game lasted only until King took offense and pounced upon the hapless Neko, ripping the rawhide from him and abusing the notion of taking it again by a jaw full of sharp teeth hovering around the neko's throat.

They thought that high humor, but the night was late and they were early risers, so they put him in his cage and he trembled, utterly grateful for the lack of the plug, terrified that they would realize the lack and remedy the oversight.

But it was to be a peaceful night and all in all it had been a good day. Better than he had had in many a week. He had his small rebellion to invigorate his dreams, to bolster his pride and he slept well until a boot prodded him through the bars of his cage and he jerked up warily, at the body pressed against the bars of it, pants undone and a half-hard cock hanging through the bars.

"Milk the snake, bitch." It was Olaf and he was shirtless and newly risen, probably driven out of bed by a morning erection. If it had been Karl, or even Sven, Dharsha would have jumped to do their bidding. But Olaf was less of a nightmare for him than the others and the neko was testy having been kicked awake and yesterday's rebellion had him feeling resentful of his indignities.

He glared up and said without thinking. "Milk it yourself."

Olaf's eyes widened and almost immediately Dharsha's mind caught up with his mouth and his grew round with dread.

"No? NO?" Olaf growled and the neko lurched up, wanting to remedy the mistake.

"I'm sorry." Closing his mouth around the cock protruding into his cage spoke louder than words. He sucked flaccid flesh into his mouth eagerly, holding onto the bars on either side of Olaf's hips to pull himself up and swallow as much of it as the cage would allow.

"Did you hear what the little slut said?" Olaf was complaining and Dharsha groaned, desperately trying to use every skill and trick they'd drilled into him to make it right.

"Little bitch still thinks he's better'n us. Still think's he's more than a dirty animal." That was Stein moving up to the cage to stand next to Olaf. Karl stood behind them, silent and foreboding and the neko shivered in terror. Olaf pulled away without completion, more excited by the prospect of punishing the offense than the culmination of the oral pleasure. Olaf's fist caught Dharsha against the side of the head as soon as he'd yanked him free of the cage, and the neko staggered against someone else's legs. His head was spinning too much to see or think to protect himself against the follow up boot that smashed into his genitals. He howled and tried to curl in upon himself, but hands caught him by the upper arms and jerked him up and the boot came in again, catching him just behind the balls with jarring impact.

He was jerked forward then across a hard knee, ass up and face almost touching the floor. Something thin and hard descended upon his hips. A stripped switch most likely, that bit into his skin with lancing pain. He wriggled, trying to escape it, and a firm hand pressed down upon his neck and two more gripped his thrashing ankles, holding him immobile while his back and buttocks and the backs of his legs were switched raw.

He was sobbing incoherently, hardly able to breath through the hysteria and the tears when two of them caught him under the shoulders and began to drag him towards the door. He was sobbing apology, begging for forgiveness, promising anything as they hauled him along, thinking they meant to put him on the log with the punishment phallus again, but they dragged him down the steps of the porch and out beyond the shed where they had their woodworking area. There was a felled tree, a pine with thick, rough bark still intact resting upon a pair of sturdy saw horses, awaiting their attentions. They flung him onto it, back down and he cried out as the rough bark cut into the torn, agitated flesh of his back. His wrists and then his ankles were tied to the saw horses supporting it, forcing his back to arch painfully, the tautness of the bonds and his own weight grinding the bark into his flesh. One of them moved between his legs, he couldn't see who from his head down position. All he could see was an upside down view of the woods and the sparse grass. He could lift his head, but even then he could not see over the exaggerated arch of his chest and belly.

His throbbing balls were took roughly in hand, yanked down while a cord was tied around the base, then looped around the middle, separating the nuts. The cord was then wrapped around his cringing cock, doubling it over and tying it off until it felt as if they had bound it into a little ball of tortured flesh. It was flicked savagely, after the knot had been tied and he cried out. Then the hands parted the flesh of his buttocks and the hard head of a cock stabbed up into him without preparation. He sobbed, seeing little red stars of pain as the thrusts rocked him marginally on the log.

A crotch filled his vision and big hands unbuttoning a fly. Fingers urged his mouth open and the head snaked in. He gurgled under the multiple assaults, pain striking from so many points that the causes began to blur. He felt the man filling his mouth began to stretch and roll his nipples and guessed that it was Sven. Even with his body stretched out upon the log, they still protruded from his chest a little from all the weeks of abuse. It was easy enough for Sven to pinch them into nubs fleshy enough to catch in the teeth of strong clamps.

Sven came in his mouth and the neko hadn't the wherewithal to think and swallow, so the come dribbled past his slack lips and onto his cheeks. Someone else replaced Sven and eventually another man filled his ass.

"Have your breakfast." Olaf sneered, as he came in the neko's mouth, then stood for a moment while his cock was softening and began to pee. Some of it went down the neko's throat, most of it spilled down his face, running into his nose and burning his eyes. The last man to fuck him followed Olaf's queue and emptied his bladder into the neko's bowels, then pulled out and quickly jammed the orange sized plug into his ass to trap the fluids. They tied it into place just to make sure he didn't force it out and loose the precious gifts they'd left inside him during the course of the day, then left him secured across the log, genitals cruelly bound, raw flesh screaming in pain, muscles beginning already to cramp and stiffen from the awkward position.

They left King outside, just in case some woodland predator came along and found unguarded prey staked out for the taking, and then they left for their days work. The insects explored him, the flies and the mosquitoes and the other woodland parasites attracted by the scent of sweat and blood. He could do no more than twitch to fight them off and soon was in so much misery that he hardly bothered to do that. The rain when it came was as much relief from the insects as it was a torment.

It was cold and hard and choked him more times than he could count as it ran into his nose. King watched from the shelter of the shed, dry and warm in his short, thick coat. Vigilant as ever, watching over the livestock that his master's had left in his care. At least nothing would come out of the wood to attack the Neko as he lay in misery, exposed and helpless.

As the day wore on, that became cold comfort indeed.