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He was in a cage, his limbs chained one to each corner. There was no escape, and even if he could escape, the dock was filled with men loading supplies onto the warship that was docked in front of him.
He did not realize he was also it's cargo until the crane swung to loom over him.
Men walked towards him. "Please..."
The men laughed at him and grinned. He clenched his teeth, becoming quite and still, knowing no good would come of pleading with them. "Don't worry, we'll have you begging again soon enough," one of them commented.
Another came with more rope and unhooked one of his arms, guiding it through a larger square section in the bars. He did the same with the other. Then his hands were bound together, a large loop left between them, and the previous bindings removed.
This loop he slipped upwards along a thin section that ran from the edge of the cage to where his hands passed. When the doors were opened, they still had him firmly by the rope and dragged him out with ease even as he struggled.
The crane had lowered it's hook by then and he was immediately hung from it. He was still young, barely a man, but few would have been able to pull themselves up, let alone off. He dangled like a piece of meat. His feet kicked the air. A wave of panic rushed through him.
He looked down at the cage and some of the similar empty cages behind it and realized that they had been designed for this very purpose. They had been bent and forged for this, just as he had been fed and kept for this, even if he had not known it.
He did not know when, but his body stopped struggling. He felt them tie his feet to his thighs. Then someone's fingers were between his legs, oiled fingers digging into his sore hole.
Before coming here, they had strapped him down and cleaned him inside and out. More inside than out. They'd given him dozens of enemas, so many he had lost count. They'd filled him up until he'd thought he'd explode, before emptying him again, only for the process to start over again with just a little bit more water this time. His guts were spotless and sore. He'd always prided himself on not crying until then.
He'd cried like a baby and he started again now as the fingers were replaced by a tube that flooded his insides with more water. ...or so he thought.
In fact it was not water, but oil, and he calmed when they put in no more and he was free to expel as much of it was possible. An action he would soon regret.
The men wiped down the excess liquid and then he was being lifted. Higher and higher. He did not have a fear of heights, or so he thought, until he was swung, over the water and over the ship. So high, he came nearly face to face with some of the men on the masts. They grinned at him. The closest reached out to touch him, but the crane stopped and he swung inches away from their dirty fingers.
The craned started to lower then. He wondered why they had not just brought him over in his cage.
He did not have to wonder for long. He looked down and saw a group of men come out holding a strange looking stand.
"Bring the wooden horse over here." One of them commanded, pointing to the space right where the crane was to set him down.
He looked, confused, as the apparatus was positioned. Surely they did not mean to sit him on it's sharp ledge. And that hole in the center, what was it?
"Raise it. No, not counter-clockwise, clockwise!"
"Is that left, or right?"
"Oh, give it to me. It's the right size yes? 5?"
"Yes sir."
The angry man barking out commands turned a knob at the front of the horse and he saw with horror as a cylindrical rod like thing poked forth from the hole. First just a bit, and then more and more, it seemed practically endless, until he couldn't see it anymore, for it was beneath him.
"No... No... You can't. Why..." He babbled as he realized what they meant to do.
The man grinned and positioned him over it. "Next best thing if we can't fuck you."
He did not protest further, only screamed as he felt the solid yet slightly flexible rod penetrate him. He'd thought the enemas had been bad. That the bulbs they had inflated inside him, also progressively bigger as they went, had been unbearable. But this was just slightly larger than all of them. He felt like he was being split apart, regretting now the small amount of oil left in him. And all throughout just one thought ran through his mind, why?
He screamed all the way down, one long endless scream, only interrupted by frenzied inhales. It seemed never ending, especially when sometimes they raised him, teasing him with a break, only to impale him again a bit further.
He could only stare down in shock when the man finally said, "I think that's enough. I'll lower it back down as you lower him this last bit."
The rod had been made to pop out at an angle, to push his guts out and make his stomach bulge. Somehow it was more horrifying than the much larger belly the enemas had given him. The shape of his stomach was so unnatural it was almost revolting. He felt like throwing up only he had nothing in him to do so. If he had felt like a piece of meat before, he felt it even more keenly now that he saw how thin his skin truly was. How it could be stretched and deformed like a piece of thin leather.
He hardly felt anything except the pain of the stretch as they lowered him down until he was made to sit fully on the edge. Agony searing through his balls and between his legs as his full weight came upon them. His hands were unhooked, but he had only a moment's freedom before they were bound again, a rope for each side, the previous bindings again discarded.
This time they pulled his arms back and tied them behind him, forcing his belly to bulge further.
He looked up the the sky, tears slipping from his eyes.
He felt a hand touching his stomach, but he did not want to look.
"One day you'll thank me." It was another voice, not the man from before. A deep low dangerous voice that made him shiver.
The voice spoke to the men. "As promised, you can take a break and inspect him until we set sail. Then, I must remind you, he is mine."
"Aye, aye, captain!" The sailors cheered.