The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4 by Anonymous Read Free Book Online

he murmured. “Most enjoyable!”
    Now the gorilla was mauling the lesbian, whose head lolled loosely, her neck having been broken during the violence of the attack. Bullpole made a brief gesture and the guards drove the beast to a corner of the cage while others removed the body of the ill-fated lesbian.
    Bullpole shifted position, turning his attention into the small arena.
    “Begin the punishment,” he ordered clearly.
    Guards who had been awaiting this command went into action immediately, bringing out a frightened, white faced Ignacio and tying him firmly to a large upright log, binding his arms to his sides and tearing his ragged clothing from his gleaming torso until he stood entirely nude in the blazing sunlight, squinting nervously in all directions.
    Then from a gate in the wall of the arena guards brought a line of unkempt, stumbling rabble that must have been imprisoned in some dark dungeon because they blinked painfully against the brilliant light of day, crowding clumsily into one another as they were prodded and pushed to where Ignacio stood bound to the stake. Seeing his nakedness, they began making strange little noises of excitement – their degenerate faces becoming animated with excitement, lust gleaming in their eyes as they stared at his lengthy penis hanging limply down over his full testicles nestled in the matted thicket of black pubic hair. Jabbering and nudging each other, the line of obvious perverts snickered and giggled with unrestrained glee, every pair of eyes glued to the young man's genitals..
    Shoved into a straggling line-up by the brutal guards, the filthy, ragged men shuffled their feet and whispered excitedly among themselves while the first in line was led to Ignacio, where he suddenly knelt, grasping Ignacio's organ in trembling hands and avidly plunged his slobbering mouth over the tip – voraciously nursing upon it.
    Ignacio's expression of surprise and embarrassment quickly was replaced by one of sheer horror as – looking at the long line of perverts awaiting their turn at him – the realization that his punishment consisted of having his member abused by every man in that line reached his mind, and he sagged with the resulting emotions of dismay and humiliation.
    Meanwhile, the one kneeling before him, greedily sucking upon the now erected penis, increased his mouthings until the convulsive motions of his throat told that Ignacio had climaxed and the pervert was drinking down the spasms of juice gushing into his mouth and throat.
    Then the pervert was yanked to his feet, marched out of the arena – and the next drooling pervert in the line was brought to Ignacio where he, too, knelt and hungrily took the still hard penis into his mouth, gnawing and tugging at it with relish.
    Ignacio groaned, closing his eyes and enduring the sensations which he knew would become total agony before the line had enjoyed their turns at the organ which already felt bruised and painful.
    Bullpole smiled grimly, glancing down to the chief guard below. “When he becomes unconscious,” he said quietly, “end the punishment.”
    The chief guard nodded his understanding.
    Rising, Bullpole strode cumbersomely from the balcony, returning to his private suite where he was met by a delegation of employees who briefly reported to him on the various states of his many business enterprises while he listened in silence, frowning now and then or nodding approval, and when they had departed – he wearily sprawled upon an immense bed to fall into a deep sleep.
    Taking advantage of his unconsciousness to partake of a much needed meal, I found his blood to be particularly rich and nourishing with a distinctively winey flavor. Then I, too, relapsed into that lightly comatose state which serves as sleep for my kind, my hunger abated.
    Even a Flea must rest occasionally.
     
    Hours later, Bullpole arose and after refreshing himself to awakeness with a tepid bath – during which nubile female attendants