Camel Season

“Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me!” Ethan cried out while spitting the sand. Go to Africa, they said. You will make tons of money, they said. Ethan has spent last two week just trying to get the gear together, supplies, ammo and this awful creature of a mount he had to use. He remembered how camels fascinated him as a child, those big walking water reserves that could walk for days through the merciless heat of the desert, the grace of their walk as they strode among the dunes. It was something he was looking forward to when he boarded the plane. Being a poacher isn’t an easy job. Nobody likes people like us, people hunting without permission on the prohibited grounds. Media portrays us as villains, but nobody bats an eye when the rich guys spent weeks hunting the tigers in Siberia killing few dozens of those endangered beasts, when they go hunting bears or when they successfully put down a rhino. The only difference between the likes of us and them is that we don’t have the money to sway laws to our side. So here I am, a poacher ready to make his living a little more enjoyable by hunting for skins of wild dogs in wild Savannahs. Ethan, stood up and looked over at the stubborn creature that threw him out of the saddle. With a grunt he walked over to its head, trying to mount the camel from the front. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t even mounted the camel, he just sort of hopped from one saddle to next and he now he had no idea how to get back on. The sun was slowly setting down and he was already an hour late from reaching the oasis. Stupid animal. He caught the reins and tried to jump on but the animal was too high, annoyed animal getting unintentionally kicked to the side while Ethan desperately tried to climb onto its back. After a minute of those helpless tried the camel started moaning, and back away a little the patience of the creature already reaching its limit. “Oh, c’mon if you just stood still I’d be up in n-“ His face was hit by a burst of something wet and with a groan Ethan realized the camel spat on him. Amazing creature. With a disgusted groan, he cleaned the thick drool of his face and caught the reins against, forcing the animal to at least duck a little for him but the animal was stubborn, not letting this weak stranger command him like that. It was the mating season after all and male camels like him were at this point brimming with testosterone, making the manoeuvring hard even for experienced riders, not this wannabe poacher. It took Ethan two falls and three more spits to give up trying to mount the creature from the front, circling the animal and wondering how to get up. The sky was turning red, the vast desert turning into a sea of blood and gold. It would be a beautiful scenery if Ethan wasn’t so occupied with trying to get the animal to move. He took another full circle around the animal, wondering how to get up when a scene from a movie flashed in his mind. Didn’t they used to jump on these things from the rear? He was ready, taking a few steps back before taking a deep breath. I got this. It can’t be that hard. He started running, his legs burying in the sand while he focused everything on that one jump. He made the leap, his arms touching the thighs ready to get up. The camel made a small step forward, turning the whole timing into ruins, his face hitting the rear with an angry puff. The camel certainly didn’t like this, it was one thing to be hit into side but rear? Besides, the sudden jump startled it, activating his defence mechanism. Frrrpfrt! A sloppy burst of camel dung hit him square in the face, coating him in a thick brownish layer of mess. Ethan has never felt so repulsed in his life, his angry grunts quickly turning into groans of disgust. If only he knew what was about to happen he’d quickly turn around but it was too late. Ethan immediately started cleaning the mess of his eyes, but the moment his eyes could see the camel was far closer than he expected. Poor Ethan yelped in surprise as the camel sat right on top of him, burying his face right in between the musky ballsack of the animal, making a squelching noise as the mess got pressed between him and the sweaty orbs. “Mrpfffrh!” Ethan started thrashing, feeling the weight pinning him against the sand like one big musky blanket. His hands and legs were firmly pinned against the body above while he kept struggling, doing his best just to get out from the smelly prison the animal was holding him in. The camel felt content, finally having a rest and no idiot kicking him and forcing him to trot through the endless desert. At least he’s a good mattress to lie on. Ethan felt furious and disgusted, not only still feeling the mushy mess from the previous blast but the awful stench of the heavy balls resting on top of him. Was this the punishment for hunting the animals? He definitely didn’t want to find out. “G-dmit moooohhve!” He was screaming against the pair of balls pressed against his mouth and nose, his olfactory system forced to take all that intense male stench seeping from the animal scrotum. In the meantime the camel was slowly falling asleep, the sun lazily disappearing behind the horizon painting the sky in the dark purple until it was gone, leaving only the clear sky filled with stars. It would be wonderful view to see, the camel watched the sky for a moment while it was slowly falling into slumber, but for poor Ethan the only view he had in front of him was the fur and glossy pair of testicles the camel was offering him. The young human was frustrated, thrashing and straining against the weight desperately that only seemed to bury him deeper in the sweaty flesh above him. He fought for another hour, trying his best to move the heavy at least an inch from him but it was no use and with a defeated sigh he gave up, waiting and huffing down the intoxicating smell he was forced to breathe in with each inhale.

The sun was slowly rising up, the desert slowly walking with its blinding golden glare. The camel woke up and with a loud yawn looked around. There was nothing around, sand, sand, more sand. He was about to stand up when an urge came to him, an uncomfortable pressure pushing on his bladder. Ethan quickly realized something was wrong when he felt some warm object pushing its way into his mouth. His eyes shot wide upon feeling salty scent hit his tongue. He was still stuck underneath the camel, but the animal decided to turn the hell up a notch, its member slowly slithering past his lips despite his obvious protest. The musk was at this point so thick he felt dizzy, the strong invasive smell filling his lungs like a drug. He didn’t even have a chance to react when his mouth got hit by a sudden stream, a warm salty liquid running down his throat. Was he fucking taking a piss? Ethan knew it he just couldn’t believe it. He was coughing and thrashing desperately trying to scramble away from the camel’s crotch but it was no use, his head firmly held in place, forced to take all of that musky liquid down his throat like some kind of urinal. The camel was enjoying the sensation, the pleasant warmth surrounding his crotch almost feeling like a slit he should be having now instead of trotting on a stupid journey like this. Well, it will have to suffice. Ethan let out a desperate squeal as the member started growing in his mouth, the hot meat growing in his mouth, hitting his throat and slowly slithering down despite the human’s passionate protests. The camel let out a happy yawn feeling the hot and moist feeling running through his member and started rocking gently back and forth which only confirmed Ethan’s fears. His face immediately turned into a scrunched grimace, his mind refusing to believe the disgusting act he was forced to in his pinned position. The meat started oozing against his mouth, while the camel kept on thrusting with more passion, clearly enjoying the portable hole to pound while he’s stuck in the middle of nowhere. Poor Ethan was squealing and groaning in repulsion, each slimy touch of that hot thing making his insides turn upside down from absolute disgust. How the fuck did I end up like this? His mind kept going in the same repeating cycle filled with self-pity and deepest regrets of ever deciding of buying that dammed camel. The animal kept on going deeper and deeper, the human feeling the massive member sliding down his throat and hitting it with growing pleasure that despite Ethan’s endless whimpers kept only on growing in satisfaction. The camel was letting contented moans of delight, feeling the pressure inside him build into a climax. Ethan knew very well how this will end but nothing could prepare him for the sudden thrust followed by a hot stream hitting his throat, the thick load slowly sliding down, making him cough and thrash in protest. The member started to slowly slide back into its place to Ethan’s gratitude but the poor guy certainly didn’t think of the thick trace it carried along afterwards, leaving his mouth pooling with cum while it slowly retracted back to its sheath, cleaning off the mess against his tongue and lips. If only he could spit it out he would immediately, getting the horribly musky taste out of his mouth but his mouth was still pressed against its crotch, the oozing member still pressed tightly against his lips as if waiting to enter him once again. If only his swallowing reflex didn’t bother his throat he would keep it in until he had a chance to get it out of his mouth but the poor luck and strong intoxication from the burning smell made its part on him, making him gulp down the thick load. He was squealing again, his whole body shuddering with disgust upon feeling the warm sensation slid through his throat. How could he let himself be used like that? He felt humiliated, disgusted, his body reduced to nothing but a pleasure toy for this horny camel to use. God how much he hated himself, how much he hated this whole plan he had. Why him? Why it must be him, lying here, getting accustomed to a mating system of camels like this? The hot member was oozing against his lips, leaving a thick trace of cum on his mouth. Ethan felt it, knew of its oozy presence that shouldn’t be anywhere near his face and begged in his mind for the camel not to shift backwa- The camel scooted backwards, pressing the member into his mouth, with the thick mess, cleaning of the rest of the hot mess inside of him, until there was no trace of it, leaving Ethan with a salty musky scent filling his senses. And then there were these pubes… Ethan rolled his tongue around, trying to scrape off the hair from his teeth, his mind trying to clutch to something to process the whole situation he was forced to endure. He scraped back and forth, trying to get that damm piece of hair out of there but to Ethan's frustration to no avail. While he was busy occupying his mind with something less disgusting the camel started shifting, its body shifting forward until poor human found another nasty spot to occupy. Ethan felt relieved at first, his lips finally with the oozy member but his face scrunched even more upon taking a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the camel’s behind. His eyes widened once more upon seeing the winking hole getting closer towards him. He only managed to let out a yelp when the camel backed into his face, the rank dirty hole pressing against his lips in one smelly kiss. Ethan didn’t know what to think of this, well, he actually had a very hard time thinking through the strong scent seeping from the creature’s behind, the dried and fresh mess, pressing against his lips and filling his nostrils with a rancid eggy smell that easily overpowered the stench of its musk. Nothing was happening for a good hour, the camel enjoying the comfortable seat the human was offering him until Ethan felt the belly above him starting to gurgle horribly, the rumbling sound vibrating against him like thunder. He didn’t take the whole situation much into account, maybe his belly was just a little uneasy, It wasn’t that surprising after such a long ride. I mean what could possibly happen to him when he wa- Frrpfrt! A hot burst of air hit Ethan square in the face. What the fuck happened? His eyes started watering but he quickly realized his condition when he took a first accidental whiff. Ethan was screaming at this point, having zero care of the puckering hole pressed against his lips, just to get away from the horrid rancid smell seeping from the camel behind. The camel didn’t pay much mind to the human protest, on the contrary, he was quite enjoying the pleasant vibrations against his hole coming from the desperate cries of his rider. Ethan kept on calling for help between groans, the awful smell of rotten cabbage and eggs burning his nostrils and making him nauseous. Frrrpfrt! Brrfrpt! Prrfrt!! The hole erupted again, but this time the stench exploded right into his mouth with a splattering wetter sound right into his mouth, the disgusting fart juice coating human’s tongue with a nasty substance that made him gag. Ethan started coughing, tried his best to get the awful rotten taste out of his mouth but it was no use and while his mouth was opened the camel to squeeze few more into him, pumping him with its nasty gas tank that was overfilled at this point. The real horror came however when the camel backed away even more forcing his lips open around the dirty hole. Poor Ethan felt the dried mess push into his mouth from the shit-stained pucker and started whimpering, feeling the nasty mess push past his lips and hitting his tongue to attack his taste buds. Nothing was happening for a minute besides Ethan’s groans of disgust and desperate tries to close his mouth against the bulging hole. His efforts doubled the moment the hole started widening, followed by the rumbling sound. With already so much nastiness happening to him he knew where this was heading but he couldn’t let it happen, not this it was ju- The hole exploded with a sputtering fart that followed by something hot and mushy. Before he could do anything his mouth started to fill with the semi-liquid mess served right from the source of the camel’s digestive tract. Ethan’s eyes widened upon feeling the nasty mess hit his tongue, his mouth started to brim with the foul brownish dung to the point his cheeks were bulging. He had no choice at this point, his face turning red as he was holding against the only choice that would decide between choking or doing what the camel was forcing him to do. With a grunt of disgust, he loudly gulped, feeling the hot mess slowly slid down his throat. God he felt nauseous, if his mouth wasn’t filling once again it would certainly go back up but the stream of camel manure was relentless, his lips already reaching it’s maximum capacity once again. Defeated, he started swallowing it down, obediently taking care of all of the mess the camel was supplying him with, his mind so broken at this point he just did what he was required to do, not giving any protest, just gulp- gulp- gulp. The mess was turning mushier and easier to swallow at the end, making it easier for him to push down, but it certainly reeked more and with one last push and bubbling fart the camel was finished. Letting out a satisfied moan and standing up, leaving the panting human lie in the middle of nowhere, stuffed with its waste. Ethan didn’t even notice the camel standing up, his mind replaying that nasty loop of receiving and swallowing, the piss, cum, dung exploding against his mouth over and over again on repeat. Hours passed and the camel was miles away, already drinking in the cold shade in savannahs while poor Ethan was still lying on the ground, the bottom of his body almost buried in sand, his body at least covered from the heat by the dune wave behind him. Nothing was happening for hours but then Ethan heard muffled tap-tap of feet strolling over to him. He didn’t see it coming, but he heard it’s panting as it walked over to him and he looked up numbly at the wild dog sizing him up and down. The animal caught his scent, a strong smell of urine and mess seeping from him and decided to investigate. It certainly didn’t smell like one of the human hunters, the mess belonging to another animal. He stood there sitting in front of him when it finally clicked in his canine brain. “No…no, no please-“ Ethan was begging at this point watching the growing member of the animal that was pointed right against his face. “No, pl-“ He didn’t finished before the wild dog rammed its member into his mouth and with a satisfied sigh released his bladder, letting the poor human choke on his piss. Good toilet in the middle of nowhere. What a luck