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

already prepared his bowl.   “How long will you keep him ringed?” she asked.
    “Three days, then we’ll see how he does.”
    Mike groaned.   The only time the wooden obstruction was removed was when he was walked in the morning.   Mike was led through town toward the stables, while villagers smirked with disgust at his constant forced erection. Every step made him want to thrust his hips and squeeze his thighs together.   It was agony.
    The men snickered and the women shook their heads.   Mike was totally humiliated while being agonizingly and forcibly aroused.   When they stopped to talk to people, the women present would reach out and slap his cock between their hands.   “Bad, rutting dog.”   Mike cried even as he tried to thrust between their palms.
    Wind Seeker was waiting for them and Yellow Hawk snapped his fingers. Mike automatically dropped to his knees, rocking his hips like the rutting beast they were calling him.
    Even with his wrists in front, he couldn’t reach to untie the ring.   When he tried to roll it, the finger pushed harder against his gland, and it was too long to pull out while it was tied to his cock.   These were the only thoughts going through Mike’s mind.   That, and the need to cum again.

CHAPTER 3
    HORSING AROUND

    Wind Seeker glanced at the engorged member.   “I see you had to ring him.”
    “I was hoping he’d learned, but he began to rut again last night.   He rises to the least amount of provocation.   With his bright blue eyes, I imagine he had his share of women on the flatlands.   You and I have talked about the differences in the ways.”
    Wind Seeker wrinkled his nose in distaste.   The thought of men and women rutting indiscriminately with no thought to joining their journey was disgusting.   “He’ll learn.” Wind Seeker patted the kneeling man’s head.   “I’ve come to watch his journey progress.”
    Yellow Hawk thought this was a good sign.   Wind Seeker had faith the dog would become a man, too.   They walked into the stables.   Mike closed his eyes.   A small part of his mind was fearful Wind Seeker would think of an even worse torture.   Trying to stand still and stop his ass cheeks from clenching, he concentrated on the smell of the hay, horses and leather.   Yellow Hawk attached two traces to the front choker loop, ran them through his nipple rings and split them on either side of his cock to attach to the ring. The soft tanned strips rubbed along the sides of Mike’s swollen shaft and aroused him further.
    The stroking of the leather on the base of his cock started him pushing forward. Yes. Yes, that‘ll work. His relief was a few strokes away . His hips began a frenzied thrusting, frantically clenching the strengthening muscles in his ass and rubbing his erection against the traces.   He gasped when the hated gag was removed.
    Mike’s eyes were squeezed shut in concentration as he tried to force an orgasm past the tightened ring.   The Indian’s chuckled softly at his self-abasement when his lips quivered in anticipation of a release that could never be accomplished.   He was so completely preoccupied, he hardly noticed the rubber ring slipped behind his teeth.   Two reins were clipped to the sides of the bit and hung down from his mouth.   Yellow Hawk went over to the table and came back with a straight razor.
    Wind Seeker lifted up on the front tracers pulling on his sack and nipples until he opened his eyes and glared up at him, angry at the distraction from his efforts.   “Easy boy, you will stand still.”   The Indian grabbed his aching cock and twisted when he felt the rocking begin again.   “He is a randy one,” Wind Seeker acknowledged.   Mike was reduced to clenching his ass into a comforting push into Wind Seeker’s fist.
    Wind Seeker saw a bead of sweat travel down the horse’s forehead and the strained features of his concentration.   “You were right to ring him.   It’s keeping him