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sobbing and shaking his head, each turn pulling on the traces. Yellow Hawk held up a strange looking wooden and leather device.   Mike looked at it a moment and screamed, trying to back away.   “Whispering Wheat, hold the dog.   I don’t want it injured.”
    Whispering Wheat crawled over behind Mike and he felt her finger brush his hands away and hook through the sack ring.
    “Move the traces.”
    Her little finger scooted the traces so they trailed down one cheek of his ass. The painful tightening caused him to tilt his head slightly back.   Whimpers uttered behind the gag as he continued shaking his head in terror.   Yellow Hawk unlashed his wrists from the ring and Mike frantically tried to strike him. The big man caught his wrists easily and lashed them to the leash over his head. “This is for your own good, dog.   You’ve been warned about this enough.”
    Yellow Hawk slid the leather strip through his ring and over Mike’s dwindling cock, finally depleting with fear.   He was still sobbing and glanced down his wet cheeks to see Turning Leaves staring at his cock with narrowed eyes.   When he tried to buck his hips away, Whispering Wheat twisted the sack ring painfully.   She gently stroked his shoulder and in a calming voice said, “Settle down dog.   This will help you on your journey.”
    What the fuck’s wrong with you people? Mike screamed behind the gag .
    The finger-like piece of smooth dry wood was twisted underneath and pushed past the tight ring of his ass while he shrieked.   Whispering Wheat let go of the testicle ring and Mike bucked his hips in a futile attempt to dislodge the obstruction.   His movements made it rub against his prostrate and caused him to begin to stiffen.   Whispering Wheat’s fingers tightened around the top of his sack, constricting his arousal while Yellow Hawk tightened the looped leather strip around his cock and rolled it under the ridge of his purpling mushroomed crown.   Whispering Wheat released his testicles and blood seeped slowly into his shaft.   A drop of sticky clear fluid oozed from his slit.
    The ring under his tip tightened painfully, pulling at the attached leather strip that rubbed along his engorged shaft, through his sack ring and buried in his ass where it attached to the wooden prostrate massager.   His agonizing erection remained stiff with the caress of the smooth wood pressing against his gland.   His balls slowly bloated, their contents trapped behind the ring on the end of his cock.   Mike moaned and concentrated on stopping the instinctive clenching of his rectum against the stimulation, knowing it would only serve to fill his groin with more agonizing fluid.
    He would have hung his head if it wouldn’t pull on the traces still attached to his sack.   Yes, that was training too.   Mike automatically walked with a straight back and his head held high like the man he would be after his journey. His sobs turned to whimpers while his wrists were lashed to the traces behind him.
    Yellow Hawk stroked the leather strip that rubbed seductively down the length of his penis until Mike had no control over gentle thrusts that set the arousing, massaging chain in motion.   He grabbed Mike’s chin, forcing him to look at him.   “You’re sack will fill with your rutting fluid.   You will be allowed to spill your seed once a day, in the morning.   You will learn to control this disgraceful behavior and time your arousal.” The Indian returned to the furs with his wife.
    Mike’s ass spasmed against the wood and his cock twitched again, filling to unbearable fullness with his sperm trapped at the exit.   He glanced down in misery at the bruised coloring of his organ.   He whimpered again as the tracers forced his head back up and he saw Turning Leaves eyes filled with excitement as she slowly licked her lips at his torment.
    There was no position that lessened the affect of the plug in his ass.   He didn’t dream, didn’t plan, he