Free Dark Journey [Ariel's Desire 2] by Candace Smith

wasn’t even sure if he slept.   All he could think about was expelling the device and loosening the leather wedged on his swollen cock.   He tried bearing down hard on himself.   The offending finger rubbed seductively along his gland.
    By morning, he thought he was going insane.   The need to cum was all he could think about.   Yellow Hawk knelt in front of him after the women left the tent.   “The Indians are a passionate people, dog.   We have summer feasts out by the fires.   It’s gross misconduct to be aroused by a woman other than your mate.   It’s as bad as adultery in your old world.   You will be trained not to rut.   I told you, you would spill your seed.   You will also drink the offense as payment for disrespecting my wife.”
    Even in his lust crazed haze, Mike understood those words.   He shook his head, pulling painfully at his traces while his hips continued their rhythmic, humiliating thrusting.
    “You’ll learn to control this quickly, I think.”   Yellow Hawk chuckled, and reached for a thin skin.   It was the intestinal wrapping from a deer, knotted at one end.   The Indians rarely used the birth control method as they wanted children.   Sometimes, if the woman’s health was in question, they had to.
    Yellow Hawk rolled the leather ring down the engorged penis while Mike shrieked behind the gag.   The translucent bag was stretched over his erection. Yellow Hawk’s strong hand held it at the base as he untied the ring.   Mike stayed perfectly still, knowing if he moved, the wood along his prostrate would trigger an orgasm.   Yellow Hawk reached down and gently squeezed his swollen sack.   “Come on, dog.   You know you need to release this.”   Mike cried and shuffled back on his knees.   The small wiggle to get away stroked his gland and his hips bucked frantically.
    The fingers at his base slid up and down with his movements as the orgasm ripped through him.   Mike bellowed behind the gag at the forceful release and kept thrusting more seed into the thin pouch.   He was finally reduced to weak shudders and Yellow Hawk watched the lessening spurts hit the end of the skin.   He maintained his grip until they ended.   “Good dog.” He swayed Mike’s emptied sacks.   “That feels better.”
    He pulled the filled skin off Mike’s spent cock and knotted the loose end.   He took the traces and pulled them through the ring until Mike’s head was tilted back then he tied them.   Mike’s hands were still lashed to the strips and rested on top of his ass, now clenching with fear.   The big man stood over him.   “You have offended my mate and me, dog.   You will make amends.” Yellow Hawk pulled the choker ring.   Mike was trying to wheeze air through his nose when the Indian untied the gag and pulled it out of his mouth.
    The Indian made a tiny puncture in the end of the semen filled skin and put an inch of its length past Mike’s lips.   The warm weight of the skin rested on his tongue and slipped as he desperately tried to push it out while still fighting for air.   The Indian released the choker chain and slid his fingers down the skin, widening the punctured hole and emptying it into Mike’s mouth.   With his head tilted back and gasping for air, he swallowed half of it.   When the gag was shoved back in, it was just a matter of time.
    The traces were loosened as the dog shook with shuddering sobs.   Yellow Hawk patted his head.   “Eventually, this either won’t become so traumatic, or you will learn to control your rutting.”
    Mike’s stomach rolled, his own sticky substance was clinging to the leather strips in his throat and the rest was squeezing its way between the gag and his cheeks as he swallowed.   The panicked moves from the experience caused the wooden finger to do its work and he was already becoming hard again while Yellow Hawk retied the ring.
    Yellow Hawk led the sobbing dog out to the cooking fire.   Whispering Wheat