[b]A Hundred Bent Backs for a Jolly Stroll[/b] My name is Zahir and I'm employed at Lord Chaidya's palace. Well, employed is a relative term. I get free room and board: A cramped dormitory I share with two dozen other servants and a whole lot of roti and rice, mostly with thin curry. Meat is a rarity, but at least we're supplied with a lot of fresh fruit from the palace's gardens. My pay amounts to three pieces of soap, two pounds of masala chai, one set of new clothing and eight days of vacation to visit my family - per year! When you're born into the lowest caste, you often feel more like a commodity rather than a person. Some people above you, certainly see you that way too. As though they own you. Lord Chaidya is one of those persons. Did I mention that the two dozen other servants in my quarter are all Bengal foxes like me? There is a whole army of us scurrying about the estate, serving in all kinds of ways. Valets, gardeners, dancers, masseurs, pleasure boys. The Lord certainly seems to have a liking for small, lanky men. And by liking, I mean he enjoys to make us toil for him! To a man as wealthy and mighty as him, we are expendable. Replaceable slaves to do with as he pleases. It's a hard life sometimes, but our Lord at least has the courtesy to take care of those that suffer 'inconveniences' under his reign. Many Lords are not this charitable, so some consider us lucky. I'm not so sure, considering how many 'inconveniences' happen around here. Last month alone three foxes from my quarter had to be relocated to the infirmary. In my off time, I usually tend to the palace's many pools, but my actual position under Lord Chaidya is to act as one of his litter bearers. I'm not really proud of it, but apparently the head servant thinks I'm cut out for the task, considering my slender build, which pleases the Lord's eye, and the fact that I never mess up on this rather taxing job. Unlike many others, who then are disciplined for failing the Lord. As kind as this man could be to those that served him well, he also was hard in his punishments! Today my services as litter bearer were required once again. It was a beautiful day, not too hot either and apparently the Lord wanted to head out for a festivity with some of his aristocratic acquaintances. I immediately knew it was going to be one of those days, when I saw the palanquin! If a litter is a fancy way to get around for a fancy man, then a palanquin was an even fancier way to get around for an even fancier man. In case you don't know the difference: A litter is basically a portable chair, or platform, designed for one, sometimes two persons to take place on, while two to eight servants carry the vehicle. A palanquin is the same thing, but bigger and more pompous. It's also roofed and usually made for three, or four passengers. These things are very heavy and a pain to carry, especially when at full capacity! You are aware that Lord Chaidya is an elephant, of course, right? Now, the Lord possesses many palanquins, big and small, plain and exceptional, one for every occasion, really. But the one we were supposed to carry today put even the Padshah's golden palanquin to shame! The platform was ten feet wide and sixteen feet long, traversed by a painted dome and hung with silk curtains so exquisite that you could wrap a princess in them. Thirty-one men were needed to move this behemoth! Eight on either side, six in front and nine at the back, and even with this much manpower, carrying the palanquin was a drudge. It was so huge that the Lord could only travel the wider main roads with it and that was a tight squeeze sometimes already. In the usual garb for this kind of job, sandals, dhoti and topless, I waited on the righthand side of the palanquin, beside the thick carrying pole I'd soon be feeling on my shoulders. All other carriers were Bengal foxes too, of course, and there were twice as many of us standing at attendance to replace those that wouldn't make it through the Lord's stroll. Our master's entourage arrived first. Bigger than usual to fit the occasion, with many dancers, singers and other eye-candy. His high guard, of course, and probably half of his house staff too. The last one to arrive was Lord Chaidya himself, clad in a magnificent, purple robe and adorned with enough jewels an gems to buy a second palace if he just wanted to. He probably already owned one anyway. He was accompanied by Lord Amir, a stately tiger who wore plain white with a tad of orange to accentuate his fur. He was a bit shorter than Lord Chaidya, with a stout build, but not nearly as corpulent as the elephant. When they arrived at the palanquin, idly chatting, three servants stepped forth, while the rest of us kneeled down. While at work, we litter bearers usually don't honor our Lord like this, unless directly ordered to, for convenience. But today was a chance for the Lord to brag and naturally he pulled out all the stops to impress his company. His feline guest honestly seemed more intrigued by the monstrous vehicle above our hunched backs. The three servants, a Bengal fox not unlike myself, a skinny tiger with flashily white fur, and an ox with clipped horns, moved towards the front of the palanquin, between the two rows of genuflecting carriers. They kneeled down as well, though deeper, on their hands and knees, head bowed slightly. The ox first, then the tiger and the fox last to create a stair. I swallow uncomfortably when I see the guy's troubled face and am incredibly grateful that I'm not in his position today. It wouldn't be the first time for the Lord to dislocate a few ribs and strain a few spines! Once the two nobles arrived, a small, young man in their close vicinity hurried forth. The Nilgiri marten, sparsely clothed like most other servants to showcase his beautiful golden chest, swiftly walked up the stair of bare backs, turned around at the top, bowed and offered his hand courteously. "My Lord," he said with a young, boyish voice. I knew the marten's name was Quarin. For a while now he was Lord Chaidya's most prized possession and barely ever left his side. Despite the fact that he came to the palace as a mere attendant for the baths, he'd made it far by catching the Lord's attention. I never saw him eat, sleep, or work with the other servants. Rumors say he's got a spot close, or even within the Lord's personal chambers. I honestly don't want to imagine what sort of services are required of him. "Please, after you, Lord Amir," Chaidya offered, making way for the tiger. With a little bow, Lord Amir stepped forth and accepted Quarin's small hand. Idly he then stepped on the fox kneeling before his paws. While the marten barely had made him flinch, being trod on my a tiger left him with far more of a twisted face. He'd huddled down as far as possible with his arms and legs folded beneath his body to support the nobles that intended to walk over him, though I still could see his back sag under that striped paw. With folded ears he did his best to endure the weight put on his form and let out a relieved sigh when the Lord stepped up onto the white tiger, who likewise struggled under the careless step. Merely the strong ox took the load with composure. Then Lord Chaidya was next and I saw the poor fox trembling. I probably wouldn't fare better in his position, but what could we do?! If the Lord demands your back, you either bow, or get the whip! Still kneeling on the ground, I could see from beneath the palanquin how Lord Chaidya's big, round foot settled on the vulpine. The small guy braced himself and then, with a pained whine, got flattened so harsh beneath the elephant's step that his arms and legs almost plopped out from underneath his torso. The enormous weight bend his back so far that I had to look away and if Lord Chaidya had climbed onto the second 'step' a second later than he did, I'm pretty sure I'd have heard the fox yelp. The beautiful white tiger got to feel his master's clumsy foot right between his shoulders and nearly lost it when he heard his bones pop. The lad looked pretty young and was probably a new recruit. With his skinny frame and the rather catchy pelt, I can only imagine that the Lord had hand-picked him. Maybe even for today's occasion specifically? To taunt Lord Amir a bit? Definitely the oldest and the burliest of the trio, the ox tensed his muscles to accommodate his master next. I've seen him many times working the gardens. He looks friendly enough, though never talks much. His eyes are closed and, once the pachyderm crested his muscled back as the final steppingstone, his calm face got distorted. I guess a Lord as fat as ours is a lot to bear, even for a strong guy like him. "Sundar, come and join me!" Lord Amir said from above my head, to beckon one of his own servants over. He probably only did it, because Chaidya also kept his companion by his side. Great! More weight for us to haul around! A lanky civet with a pretty smug face walked towards the still kneeling stair of men. He was barely heavier, or older than Quarin, so he really could have had the courtesy to skip the Bengal fox on his way up, considering he was still writhing with pain in his humble posture. But this Sundar trod down on him as if he hadn't noticed, despite looking down. Once the lords and their toys were seated, we got the command to rise and I internally hoped that Lord Amir had opted to sit down on the left side of the palanquin, which would ease some of my burden. Of course I was not that lucky. When I cam up, I stared right at his broad back. A single cubit of his finely embroidered robe probably cost more than I would ever earn in my life. Upon command, we got into position to lift the palanquin up. I crouched under the carrying pole, pressed my shoulders against it and grabbed the varnished wood tightly with both hands. Then we pushed, thirty-one of us combined to raise the enormous, roofed platform and its passengers off the ground. I felt the pole cut into my neck, the strain that was building in by crouched back and my bend knees as I tried to straighten them. Many men around me stifled their grunts, I bit my lips too. And slowly the posh palanquin raised, while the Lords riding it, resting on handcrafted pillows so soft that you never wanted to get off of them again, debated about whether or not they would serve kallu at their destination. After finding our balance, we're set into motion and the sounds of dozens of paws shuffling over the sandy road filled the air. The first few steps are always the hardest, since such a large group of carriers needs to find its rhythm. Not that things would get any easier over time, but with a steady pace you at least could get lost in this drudging task without thinking too much about it. One step after the other, again and again. Maintain your grip, mind your pose, keep your trap shut. Step after step after step... I did my best to fall into that numbing trance, but the slightly unevenly distributed weight on the palanquin made my neck strain. And judging by the occasional sigh, or groan around me, I'm no the only one. I don't mind physical labor. I'm an able man and willing to do my part, even though it's not a very rewarding life. But that's how the things are: Some rule, the rest bow. The only thing I always have trouble dealing with, while carrying around my betters, is the thought that they could simply put wheels beneath this thing and thus make our work so much easier. Why won't they do it?! It would cost them less than keeping sixty servants at the ready as backup for those that get too exhausted. Shit, Lord Chaidya could at least hire stronger men to do this! The tiger guard walking ahead of us is twice my mass and would do much better under this burden! Well, I guess you don't care as much if you're not the one having to bow... Our way leads us through the palace's pleasure garden and since I can't find my rut, I'm letting my eyes wander a bit. It's a peaceful place, offside the busy palace, with tall hedges, beautiful flower beds, palms and chhatri. I wish I could just lay down somewhere in a shady spot, rest my sore shoulders against the soft ground. See? Those are exactly the kind of thoughts you don't wanna have during this kind of work. Step, step, step... Come one, mind, stop working already! Unfortunately my thoughts won't obey me and I turn my eyes in the other direction. With my head barely on a par with the platform, I can see how Lord Amir's butt flattens the pillow he sits on. I wonder how it feels to rest on one of those. I never even touched one! His servant, Sundar, was partially resting in the tiger's lap, his short, ringed tail tapping idly beside them. Hm, okay... maybe being the Lord's favorite isn't too bad sometimes? "Ourgh..." A sound from ahead catches my attention and I immediately notice that one of the men in front of me walks oddly. We've been traveling for about an hour now, at an incredibly slow speed to ensure a smooth ride for our passengers. Most, if not all of us were longing for a break, though litter bearers regularly were expected to work three hours straight, before they got replaced. And sometimes, Lord Chaidya didn't even grant them this comfort. We barely made it through half of the garden yet! I can't really help my comrade, only hope that he lasts. We have our job, dealing with 'slacking' carriers was someone else' department. He's not looking good, though. I know from experience that sometimes all it takes to throw you off is a cramp, a wrong step, or simply not having drunk enough water. When under this much strain, you had to press on. Grit your teeth and do your duty. When you can't do that, you'll fall sooner, or later. And that's exactly what happened to this poor man. He broke under the weight and dropped to the ground, mindfully away from the rest of us, so we wouldn't have to run him over. I felt a nasty pinch in my neck when a bit more weight bore down on it, for the entirety of maybe six seconds it took the next fox to run up and take over the vacant position. The Lords above us probably didn't feel anything at all. But the poor soul who collapsed was already dragged off for punishment. A menacing reminder for us to do better than him. I thought about giving up many times, especially when I was drafted to work for the Lord and new to this task. I have this thought again, now that I'm restless. My paws ache, my knees ache, my back aches, my shoulders are killing me and my hands are callused already. Would a few lashes be worth it to not walk the rest of the way? I've been whipped before - once! When I was new here, and assigned to carry our Lord for the first time, I was overwhelmed by his weight. I was overwhelmed, but did what was asked of me and carried his litter successfully. Though once we had arrived and it was finally time to put the litter down, I messed up and let the carrying pole slip out of my hands. Lord Chaidya didn't fall (if he had, my punishment would probably have been much worse!), but he had a rather ungentle landing. Ten lashes, right there and then in front of his eyes, to set an example for the other newcomers. I never messed up on the job ever again! At some point, I don't know where exactly since the pleasure garden merged seamlessly into the cultivated landscape and plantations beyond, we were ordered to stop. Just to stop, not to put the palanquin down, mind you! I hate this. Moving this thing was bad already, but standing still under it's crushing weight was even worse. Lord Chaidya's pageant met with yet another noble Lord. The gharial stepped forth from his own, much smaller following before either party's servantry got a chance to properly set up a convergence of such important men. Lord Sampath was rumored to have a bit of temper. They casually talked for a few moments, though I didn't listen. It was part of the job not to eavesdrop, but I also genuinely didn't care. All I could think of was when they'd finally order us to put this thing down. For that would have given us the chance to swap with a fresher set of carriers. Or at least grab a cup of water. Though when Lord Chaidya finally offered the magic words, the gharial Lord declined. "Don't bother," he said, snapping his fingers. "No need to hold us up longer than necessary." And swiftly one of his underlings hurried over to him and crouched down before his scaly paws almost completely flat. Lord Sampath recklessly stepped up on the clouded leopard's muscled back, held onto the palanquin for support and snapped his fingers again. With visible and audible effort the feline then struggled to lift himself and the man standing on his back up. It took a moment, a long, awkward to watch moment, but eventually the leopard managed to rise his trembling back far enough to allow his master to climb onto the palanquin a bit more easily. When I dared to look again, I noticed that the poor servant even wore a collar around his neck. I swear, some of these nobles have nerves! When he climbed onto the platform, it swayed slightly, every of his heavy steps a dull pain on my shoulders. "Ah, we're traveling in pairs, do we?" the long-faced crocodile noticed and swiftly snapped his fingers again. "Charan, get up here! You can take a rest at my feet and look pretty for my friends." The clouded leopard huffed, then rose from the ground. "Yes, master." Nimble like a cat was, he hopped onto the palanquin, making it stagger again and even heavier for us to hold up. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was literally crawling towards Lord Sampath and indeed humbly laid down by his feet like a docile animal. What the fuck was this guy doing with his servants?! We have dignity too! Anyway, we soon got the command to march on. Followed by a loud, scaled Lord, who demanded some drinks. Immediately a little flock of revealingly clothed peacocks emerged from the massive crowd that followed us and began to pour drinks for the noble trio and some of their attendants. Only the clouded leopard, Charan, got denied by his... I guess you could call it owner at this point. We had to lower the palanquin somewhat, so the waiters could reach their guests. After the distance we'd covered and loaded with six passengers, I nearly felt my back break. That little maneuver alone lost us three carriers! It was cruel to think that, after this ordeal, they were facing correctional measures by the whip, simply for reaching the end of their ropes. Meanwhile the only thing I could do was continue forward and hope that they would come off easy with a pay cut, or a few days of hunger instead. It wasn't long after they were supplied with drinks, that our highborn passengers demanded more comforts. All those idle folk on foot ought to make themselves useful, according to Lord Sampath. Luckily Lord Chaidya came (over)prepared. A clasp with his hands and he announced a spectacular duo of sensual passion and astonishing devotion. Together they would demonstrate how deep true humility could reach. A gentle tune began playing somewhere from the back, while to figures came up to the front of the palanquin. I huffed exhausted and begged that they wouldn't climb onto the platform as well, as they walked past me. A tall, absolutely astonishingly beautiful marwari horse with dark brown, almost black fur and a white face. He moved majestically, his crescentic ears raised proudly, while his hooves thumped over the ground. Beside him walked a much smaller bharal, very young, but with a nonetheless imposing set of horns. Together they were introduces as Vipul, the fertile stallion blessed with more than any man could ever hope for, and Nikhil, the smooth-lipped, ever-hungry glutton. And naturally the two men made to climb up onto the palanquin! The two young men moved gracefully, though their weight added tremendously to our burden. Especially since they started their show off with a few dancey moves to entice the three Lords. I tried to look ahead, but despite the horrible pain my entire body was in by now, I was curious. The two certainly weren't shy to get touchy-feely with their hosts, rubbing their hands over and under these fine robes like any other servant would never dare. First Amir and Sampath got some attention, then they moved further back to Chaidya, hugging and fondling him from both sides and fighting over who got to be groped by his trunk. The shifting weights were torture! Eventually the two showmen settled in the middle of the platform and, quite sensually, began to make out with each under under the Lords' lustful eyes and cheers. Nothing that wouldn't happen on a regular day in the palace, but here in the open? On the street? On top of my fucking back?! None of that seemed to bother the nobles. They drank, watched, fondled their companions and got fondled by their companions. The frolicking duo was partly hidden from my sight behind Lord Amir and and his civet, which, by now, lay lolling in his master's lap to receive a very pleasant looking stroking. But I could make out enough of the show to understand what was going on. Once both partners were relieved of what little clothes they had worn, the marwari sat back and allowed the horned sheep to get him hard. And the announcement wasn't understating! This stallion -was- blessed with more than any man could ever hope for! His black member was about as thick as the pole I was holding and probably almost as long. It grew fast and impressed the Lords audibly. When Nikhil applied his lauded lips to the shaft, the show neared its climax and Amir and Sampath were betting whether the goat would be indeed able to hilt the horse fully, as promised. The Gharial was laughing how impossible that sounded, while Lord Amir was pretty sure that the bharal would manage. I gulped in shock when I heard that they were casually betting enough money to feed my whole family for the rest of their lives. What Vipul and Nikhil performed was not simply a sexual act, it was a show, practiced and studied. They showed some sort of loving fight, with the bharal playing a bit coy. Several times he kissed the impressive length of his partner, before pulling back dramatically as though he was offended. Vipul coaxed him back every time with growing need, though eventually seized the goat by its horns and pulled his face into his lap. Then the main attraction started when Nikhil began to swallow more and more of the horse's shaft. It looked a bit arduous from my perspective, though I'm not sure how much of it was staged. Towards the end of their struggle, the glutton's lips in fact were tightly pressed to Vipul's loins. "Nrg, no way!" Lord Sampath groused, while his opponent opened his hand demandingly to collect his prize. The tiger demonstratively tossed a few of the won coins towards the still fucking duo. "You should have known better, my dear. Sheep are known for their big mouth. Figuratively and literally!" Playfully he passed the rest of the coins to his civet, who made an awful big effort to find the right pocket on his master to stow them away. "Or did you measure by your own standards?" he added, brushing his fingers along his nose to indicate the crocodile's extremely narrow muzzle. A round of laughter erupted, to which the Gharial only replied, "Well, at least they didn't lie about him being ever-hungry." More laughter followed and the humbled Lord used the momentum to give himself airs. "Anyway, this 'act' is starting to get a bit boring without some real struggle, no? I wonder what this would look like with someone without such a gifted throat!" This lecherous conversation went on for a while and turned every indecent, or even macabre direction possible, while Vipul and Nikhil tried their best to entertain the hard to please Lords. Never would I ever have dared to imagine what I should witness next! "You!" Lord Amir called aloud as his striped hand flashed before my eyes. A little shriek followed and I nearly stumbled when my tired eyes focused on the scene right in front of me. The tiger had reached back and grabbed the fox directly before me by the ear. Roughly he pulled on it to catch the whining carrier's attention. "Come up here. Now!" I gulped and watched with dread as the ill-treated man in front of me hesitantly left his post to climb the palanquin from ahead. He was replaced immediately with the next young, Bengal fox. I didn't know either of them and maybe that was for the best. I tried to, but couldn't keep my eyes from the scene and observed as the exhausted fox arduously climbed up onto the platform he'd carried on his shoulders moments ago, increasing the burden for the rest of us once more. Confused and intimidated he bowed to the jivey group even more slavish than the clouded leopard had. I can't blame him. He's probably the first litter bearer to ever be on top of that thing! I'm scared from just watching! Nikhil had meanwhile pulled the stallion's member from his gullet and, just as his partner Vipul, was quite a bit perplexed to have their show interrupted. Though naturally neither of them dared to interfere with the nobles scheming. No one did. After a dismissive look over, Lord Sampath mused, "Hm, yeah. That one ought to do. A bit ordinary maybe, but I think this could be amusing." He kicked the fox's shoulder with one of his scaly feet, beside which his collared servant still rested passively like a pet. "You! You're next! Suck off the marwari." Shocked the poor fox looked up at the horse's still massive pillar "Ah..." "Do well and I will reward you handsomely," the tiger to his left promised. "And if you fail to draw level with the ram, I'll personally see to have you flayed!" the gharial added. I feel disgusted to the core by this and don't even want to imagine how the fox up there must feel. The only hope he still had left was Lord Chaidya's objection. He was his servant, after all. And knowing that, the pitiful guy peered up at the enthroned elephant. "M-my Lord...?" he asked timidly, aware that his fate now depended on this man's next words. Lord Chaidya, currently more engrossed by the marten's hand in his pants, merely waved his hand. "Proceed." And while the downcast carrier had no other option but to crawl towards the enormous penis he was order to put into his muzzle, the two Lords left and right of him were already making new bets, doubling their stakes. I am absolutely stunned by this much decadency. Demanding physical labor was one thing. Being an ungrateful, stuck-up Lord was another. But commanding your own, loyal servant to pleasure another man with the mouth, that was... I'm at a loss for words. Little did I know that this was hardly the pinnacle of this atrocity! Reluctantly, and under Lord Sampath's continued pestering, the fox eventually pressed his lips to the marwari's wet shaft. He was obviously distraught an didn't know what to do. Vipul noticed and, possibly knowing well enough how unpleasant disappointed Lords can become, tried to reassure his new lust bringer. He meant to calm him with a few gentle touches, guided his muzzle to accept his member and whispered something that I couldn't catch. It didn't help much, but I guess, eventually, the fox realized that he didn't have any other option but to try and please the Lords. At least enough to come off with a mild punishment, because, the way I see it, there was no way he could accommodate the well-equipped horse like the bharal had. Nikhil, by the way, was meanwhile lured over by Lord Chaidya, who seemed rather interested in his oral capabilities. "You, grab him like you did with the sheep and help him speed up!" the nasty crocodile ordered with a finger pointed at Vipul. "At this rate he won't be done by next morning!" Obviously not too keen to the idea, the horse nevertheless gave the Lord a smiling nod and dragged his large hands tenderly over the fox's sandy coat, until they took hold of his head. He tensed his fingers to make his knuckles stand out, which looked a bit brutal. But he honestly tried his best to make this as gentle as possible for the crying boy in his lap. A few gentle thrusts with his hip, a few gentle pulls on his head... Even that made the fox gag. "Push him harder. Make it fir," Lord Sampath urged relentlessly. Vipul looked as though he was about to say something, but eventually decided it was probably a very bad idea to oppose to such a type of man in this type of company. With a look to the clouded leopard, I can only share that sentiment. His collar sat very tight, despite his muscled frame, he appeared too thin for his species, and the slight kink in his long tail suggested that it had been broken some time in the past. He observed the 'show' with cold, resigned composure. Trying to keep it professional and as tame as possible, the marwari did as asked and pushed the fox down. I didn't look, but could hear the desperate retching sound as Vipul forced his member into the fox's throat. The horse moaned lustfully, probably more for the show than from actual pleasure. It obviously wasn't enough to satisfy the gharial. "Harder! Give it to him." The showman's mask dropped for a brief moment, then he put on a friendly smile as he held the gagging fox down. "Excuse me, my Lord. But I fear this brave fellow went down as far as he possibly could. I surely can find a different way to entertain y--" "I don't care," Lord Sampath stated cruelly. "I want you to fuck him!" Horrified I force myself to take a look and see the fox's crooked back heaving rapidly as he gasps for air with that thing in his muzzle. Vipul was barely half inside him yet! "As you wish, my Lord..." the horse said humbly and, with an apologetic gaze down, began to pump the crying fox's head up and down on his pole with horribly chocking sounds. Why was Lord Amir, or Lord Chaidya not stopping this?! Did they enjoy this sort of... act? I craned my stiff neck and a closer look told me that the two were, in fact, enjoying something else right now. The tiger's fingers were busy exploring whatever they hoped to find in the murring civet's dhoti and muzzle. Meanwhile my own Lord was finding comfort deep within Nikhil's blessed throat, while fondling Quarin with his trunk all over. "Come one, I bet a good sum on this drudge and I won't lose again!" The palanquin suddenly staggered when the Lord rose from his seat. He grabbed one of the silk curtains for support, probably damaging the fine fabric with his crude claws, and shooed his leopard out of the way. "Hold him down..." the gharial crocodile ordered with a mean grin as he lifted his foot from the platform. Slowly he brought it down on the back of the fox's head. "Now swallow this stupid cock!" "Ghrmkchh...!" A pained, gagging noise split through the buoyant orgy as Lord Sampath gradually trod down to force Vipul's member deeper into the carrier's throat. It looked painful and sounded as though the fox got strangled. The marwari meanwhile, slightly perplexed by the Lord's drastic measures, twitched and moaned from the, no doubt, intense stimulation the boy's struggling brought him. He kicked his legs aimlessly, his trembling hands clutching the horse's hip to push back. "All. The way. Down!" Lord Sampath demanded mercilessly. And, now that Vipul's member was stuck deep within the vulpine's throat, the crocodile found it increasingly easy to push him fully down by simply shifting more of his weight onto that little skull. It was but a small step for the Lord, but the fox beneath his sole was fighting for more than just his dignity now. And he was loosing! While the already exhausted litter bearer lost his breath, Vipul's hips twitched and his long, equine face twisted as he felt the boy's teeth poke his member at the base. He put his arms back and leaned down on them, gasped loudly and then bucked up against the foot that pressed down onto his crotch. Once. Twice. Then a third time. "Did you spill?" Lord Sampath asked expectantly. The horse nodded slowly, before looking down at the absolute mess between his legs. "Y-yes, my Lord..." The fox's struggle was fading, his chocking reduced to bubbling sounds, now that Vipul's fluids filled him. "Splendid!" the Lord concluded triumphantly. "See? I told you if the sheep could do it, so could him. Time to pay up now. But maybe wipe your hands first," he added into Lord Amir's direction, before he finally deigned to step off the near unconscious fox's head. Weren't it for Vipul's help, he probably would have suffocated on that slab of meat. I felt my guts turn when that absolutely massive cock got pulled out of his coughing throat like a fat cobra from its hiding hole. With a relieved hiss the man collapsed then, completely invalidated and distraught. I shudder at the thought that, if Lord Amir had just leaned a bit further back than he did, he would have pulled me up there to suck cock. I could be the one lying there now! My whole life of service to my Lord, requited by being thrown to this vile monster as toy, to be ravaged on a whim. I... don't know what to say. I don't know what to feel. Anger? Desperation? Disgust? I say and do nothing, though. No one does. These people are untouchable. No one of distinction would care for a mistreated servant anyway. It happens. It's normal. Those that serve have to make sacrifices. The three Lords didn't even bother to have the poor man removed, his enfeebled state amused them. Bested by the most well-endowed man far and wide, who meanwhile was brought back to hardness by Sundar, on behalf of his tiger Lord. At least he'd kept his word and tossed the fox some coins. A little while later, we finally arrived at our destination and once we were allowed to put the palanquin down, I couldn't keep in a sigh. My back felt as though its vertebras were nailed together, which made genuflecting for our noble passengers all the more painful. A few of us simply fell to the ground. The three servants from earlier returned to help the nobles disembark. No, not all of them. The ox and white tiger were the same, but the fox at the bottom got replaced. I tense as I recognize his face, which was no less distorted with apprehension than that of his predecessor. It was my friend Kshitij! He has been at the palace for a bit over a year already, but I only got to know him a few months back. He's pretty chatty, quite funny and makes some of the best curry. Just this morning he teased me about being picked to haul the elephant's fat ass, while he was on backup. Said, he'd step in when I need a break. From my spot on the ground I could hear the chattering Lords get up to leave the oversized palanquin. The first one to come down was the clouded leopard, who took the living stairs swiftly to offer his hand to the gharial, who straight out ignored him. The slender feline didn't make Kshitij sweat, though its Lord seemingly weighed a lot more. He didn't look too corpulent, but apparently crocodiles are build dense. He was pretty careless and I see how my friend balls his fists. I pray for him. Next was Lord Amir's attendant Sundar, followed by the tiger himself. Again the slinky civet didn't manage to break Kishitij's composure too much, even though he basically hopped down the three steps. The tiger, though, quite a bit tipsy, clumsily trod down right on his lower back and bade it bend so far that I thought he would have to be replaced before Lord Chaidya's turn. It might have been a blessing for him, but he apparently feared the whip as much as I did. Vipul and especially Nikhil were courteously seen off by our Lord. The horse didn't really have much of a choice but to step over the ox and tiger, graciously spared Kshitih with his heavy hooves, though, which I am grateful for. His partner wasn't that friendly and trod right on his spine, which I only can imagine hurt a lot with his pointy hooves. The bharal sheep honestly looked a bit peeved and glad to get away from their hosts at last. After being walked over by five people, Kshitij looked weary and in pain. The skinny, white tiger beside him wasn't doing much better, while the ox looked mostly calm. He seemed to knew what was coming next, though, and so did I. Much like Charan and Sundar before him, Quarin hurried down the stair before his master to offer a hand. Then Lord Chaidya came. I heard his heavy steps make the platform above me creak as he walked over it. The ox tensed his beef and I observed how his limbs got pressed against the ground when the overweight elephant stepped onto his back. The man grit his teeth and was visibly relieved when his lord moved on. The cat got to feel his master's big, round foot square across his middle back, sagged dramatically when his weight settled on him and let out a short, cut off groan of pain as he pressed his shoulders and hip up, lest he'd break under the pachyderm's heft. Last in line was Kshitij, and I only managed to not look away, because his worried eyes were fixed on mine just before that foot came down on him. I've seen a fox like us a few times in this rather precarious position before, but seeing your friend there was several times worse! The Lord's foot connected with his back and I peered up. I tried to swallow, but my muzzle was dry. This man was massive and probably weighed more than the other two nobles combined! His immense weight began to bear down on Kshitij's body and I knew this was going to end bad. His spine sagged, his eyes widened and his muzzle opened in a silent scream. Before the elephant's full weighed rested on him, my friend's belly touched the ground already and a forced groan reached my folded ears. When Lord Chaidya finally let his full weight settle on the last step on his way down, he flattened the fox beneath his feet. Kshitij couldn't hold him any longer and got crushed against the cobbled street. I heard the air being squeezed from his lungs all the way from here and his ribcage looked so compressed, I feared he'd never recover from this one, single step. Lord Chaidya stopped, both feet resting on my friend now, and with every second that passed, Kshitij's body got flatter as he failed to keep in what little breath he had left. The elephant meanwhile shared a few words with the Nilgiri marten that always followed him, probably about something too mundane to even imagine it. I clenched my fists, internally commanded this fat, obnoxious trunk face to take his nasty feet off my friend before he'd cripple him for life, and simultaneously begged the gods to have mercy with this innocent fox. Kshitij gasped, slammed his fist against the ground and then rolled his eyes up, possibly to address his last words as mortal to the same deities I currently implored. Then the massive elephant finally moved on. He simply left, with nothing more than a satisfied grin as he peered down at the person that had suffered so much for his comfort. Kshitij remained lying and I couldn't see clearly enough to say whether he was still conscious. I stayed on my knees, the head low to the ground to honor my departing Lord, as I and my comrades had been instructed this morning. As if we ever could forget who - sometimes literally! - stood above us! Though as soon as we were released from our duty, I hurried over to check on my friend. I've been through hell, but, today, I consider myself lucky indeed! ----- [b]Character Overview[/b] Lord Chaidya Species: Indian elephant Name meaning: wise, ruler Very influential Lord, possibly the richest man alive. Quarin Species: Nilgiri marten A humble, yet beautiful servant that managed to catch the Lord's eye. Zahir Species: Bengal fox Name meaning: helper, supporter Litter bearer in the service of Lord Chaidya Kshitij Species: Bengal fox Name meaning: the point where the earth and the sky meet Litter bearer in the service of Lord Chaidya Lord Amir Species: Bengal tiger Name meaning: commander, prince Not the most high-ranking Lord, but feared and respected for remarkable success on the battlefield. Sundar Species: Small Indian civet Name meaning: beautiful Paramour of Lord Amir, as well as his right hand in scheming machinations. Lord Sampath Species: Gharial Name meaning: success, wealth Rich trade Lord with a cruel streak and quite a bit of temper. Charan Species: Clouded leopard Name meaning: God's feet Harem boy, who happens to be the victim of a rather nasty [s]employer[/s] owner. Vipul Species: Marwari horse Name meaning: large, extensive Erotic actor, widely know in certain circles for his impressively large appendage. Nikhil Species: Bharal sheep Name meaning: whole, entire Erotic actor, rumored to be able to accommodate even the most well-endowed gentlemen.