Chapter 17

Finn woke up late the next day, at about eight. I guess he was tired from the trip here, but surprisingly his laziness for once didn't bother me. I had prepared his breakfast at six and left it soaking for him in the kitchen. When he woke up, he couldn't find his water bottle as I had got up early to remove it, there was to be no relief for his bladder this morning. He went straight to take a shit but by this time I had taught him to not let any pee out while he was doing it. It is really hard not to pee first but like with most of the difficult things, he had finally learned to do it. I had been determined and made sure that the incentives I gave him made him extra keen to make sure he stuck to only peeing into the bottle that Christian had given him fifteen months ago. He cleaned his hole before reinserting his plug. He had been stuffed and the plug connected to a power cable, as usual for the night, so it was fully charged and he turned it on once it was stuffed back in his now clean butt-hole as he knew he was supposed to. He left the bathroom, dressed in his small swimming briefs and shorts and started to investigate the new house, until he found me waiting for him in the living room.

"Happy birthday boy! Go on and have your breakfast. There is something I need to talk to you about, so after finishing you just come straight back here, ok?"

"Ok sir."

He went to the kitchen to eat his usual breakfast, naturally eating on the floor and without the use of his hands as he had become so accustomed to do. He made sure to clean the floor with his tongue of the bits that had escaped from his bowl. I think he might have found the stone slabs a bit rougher on his tongue in comparison to the laminate he was used to in my previous apartment. He also licked round his mouth to get the oats that had stuck to his face before coming back to the living room.

"Let's go to the office, there is something I need to show you."

We went to the office and I picked up his mom's letter. Now he was eleven, I intended to reveal the truth. Well, at least part of the truth. I would show him a section of his mom's letter, the part where she said she was leaving and she didn't want to keep him. I saw no point in showing him the rest, where she said she would send money to pay me to keep him, because of course this was not true even if she had intended to, as she had died. I saw no reason to tell him she had passed away. I didn't want to traumatize the kid, knowing his mother had deserted him was surely enough for him to have to cope with at this time. He was only eleven and I felt the more shocking news could wait for some extra years. It was not going to make any difference to his life until he was eighteen.

"Ok boy, you recognize your mom's handwriting, right? This is part of a letter she left me before traveling. Read it and you will understand everything."

The slut started to read his mom's letter and soon he started to cry at the revelation that his mom didn't like him and had decided to abandon him, as his father had in the past. He didn't have anyone but me anymore, with both his parents abandoning him and his grandparents being recently deceased. The kid was crying hard now and started to beg me to keep him.

"Please daddy, don't leave me like they did! P…"

"Shut up slut! Did you read the letter? Your mom has abandoned us, that means I am no longer your daddy. So you just stop calling me that.

"But…"

Slap! I slapped his face hard!

"I told you to be quiet already! And get on your knees, now! Ok, I know your mom doesn't say anything in that bit, but she discovered that you are a perverted fag and didn't want to have anything to do with you anymore. This is all your fault, just like when your father did the same. But this time you have caused your mom to leave not only you but me as well. You have caused the breakup of our family so I am not your stepdad anymore, and you are no longer allowed to call me daddy, is that clear? Nod your head if you understand me, stupid!"

The frightened kid complied while still shedding his tears as I continued to explain his new role in life.

"Well, I am moving here permanently. And even though I am deeply disgusted by your sick ways, I am willing to make a great sacrifice and keep you. You said you wanted me to keep you, so that means you will have to live here with me. Do you understand that? Is that what you really want to do? You can speak now, just to answer the question."

Of course I knew what his answer would be. He had nowhere else to go. Quite frankly taking into consideration all of his previous experiences, I think he thought the abuse he suffered was just a normal part of his life! I am sure he realized he was bound to continue suffering but I had been the most important person in his life for sometime now and the only person who had shown him any kindness. Besides, he still did think of me as a sort of father figure.

"I… I would like to stay with you, please, da… sir. Please sir!" was the crying child's response.

"Ok, you be silent now. I have no obligation to keep you here, as I don't have any relationship with you or your family anymore but I will allow you to stay as you have begged me to let you. However this is a once and final decision you will not be able to change your mind in the future, cause I will have to invest a lot of money and sacrifice my long term plans to keep you. You'll have to earn your keep from now on. I will no longer tolerate your lazy attitude, you will have to start working hard to pay for your living. Now you listen carefully, I will explain how your life will be from now on and I will not repeat myself. If you ever fail to comply with my orders, you will be severely punished."

"First, as I told you already, you are not allowed to call me daddy or Erik or anything like that anymore. You want to stay and I will keep you, but from now on I will be your master. And that's how you will address me: Master."

I don't think he realized the full implications that the use of this single word would bring to his life. If I was to be his master he would be my servant, ultimately my slave. But although he was frightened, shivering and quietly crying, still hurt by his mom's letter, he did manage to stay silent the way he knew he was supposed to. And after I'd mentioned my new 'status' he nodded his head in acceptance, effectively consenting to his enslavement, listening carefully while his master continued to explain it all.

"Here you will continue to be responsible for all of the housework, and the outside work as well. I will buy some animals like chickens, maybe some pigs and dogs, and you will be the one taking care of them too".

"You are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. Once you are given permission to speak you can only say things that help you to do things to please me or other men that I allow near you. You don't need to worry about women, as I don't intend to let you get near girls or women anymore. As for the other men, you are never to address them by their names without adding a sir before it. For instance, if Jonas is here you will refer to him simply as sir, or Sir Jonas, do you hear me slut?"

"Yes sir."

Slap! Another slap to the kid's face.

"How are you supposed to address me slut?"

"Master! Yes master!"

The kid resumed his noisy crying, just to receive another slap to his face.

"I've already told you to be quiet slut, pay attention! That's better. Now, you are not allowed to stand on your feet unless I give you my express permission. But even if I have given you permission to stand up, if you see me you will immediately drop to your knees. Stay on your knees and undress, now! And keep quiet slut!"

I left the room to pick up his new garments, throwing them in his face as I came back.

"Your clothes are too old, and with the extra work you'll be doing here they'd soon get ripped to pieces. They are already so battered that I don't think they would be any use to anyone else and there are enough rags around the place for cleaning, so later today you will burn all of them. Don't worry I am prepared and bought some new pieces of clothing that I can lend to you, those two jockstraps, and you better take good care of them!"

I also picked up some of his new 'toys', and explained his new additions.

"You will change your cuffs to these new ones here, they are thicker and much more resistant than your old ones. You will use them on both arms, so your watch goes on fire together with your old clothes and old cuffs later today. And, there are some for you to wear around your ankles as well."

I kept throwing all the new stuff in his face while I spoke. "Put the cuffs on you idiot! Strap them on, and make sure they are tight. Not too tight stupid."

He quickly complied with my orders and I continued to speak.

"You see how soft they are because of the padding on the inside? Yeah, I'm too good to you slut, I know. Now, the butt plug the boys gave you is not practical, it keeps escaping from your ass and without your briefs you would need to constantly keep forcing it back in all the time, like you're doing right now. I thought about that too, and bought you a new one. It is the same length and girth as my cock, so it's a logical improvement from the one you are using."

I threw the thing in his face. Unlike all the others he owned, this one didn't have a flat base. It was a very realistic cock dildo, with balls and all, and it was those that would stick out to prevent full insertion.

"Go on slut, take yours out and put it in, it's lubed already. Push it in faster, I can't waste all morning with you, I have other things to do you know? Stop moaning slut, you are already used to having a cock that size in there! It also comes with this harness to help keep it in place. Ok, stop playing around, right now, and sit on it, otherwise you'll get punished. That's it, now you put the harness on, and let me attach it to your new plug. The balls are meant to protrude on the outside like that, it's normal, and as you can feel the harness will help keep the shaft inside. It is to stay in you at all times unless I give you permission to take it out. Then you will immediately put it in your mouth to clean it and leave it there until I tell you to replace it. I am going to take the tape off your little worm and balls, it's not necessary for them to be covered anymore as there will be no one here to be offended by those nasty pathetic things."

I then swiftly ripped the mass of duct tape enclosing his jewels from bottom upwards. This caused the slut to yelp in pain, and then I punched him in the guts for his disobedience (not too hard, for those of you who are judging me).

"No moaning slut, I have told you to be quiet already! And keep that body of yours straight! That ring on the front of the harness goes over your genitals. Ok, let me tighten it in place. Now you put on one of those jocks."

The slut swiftly complied, and luckily for him remembered to kiss my feet to thank me for his new gifts.

"The bedroom you slept in last night is for guests, not for you. So you will have to move to a new place. There is a small pantry just outside the kitchen I won't need, so you can use it as a bedroom for the present. Go on, start crawling to your new space slut, so you can get to know it better."

While it was true that the slut was certainly used to the feel of my cock in his ass, but not permanently. And he hadn't had to crawl around with it inside him, like he was being forced to do now. So, with some difficulty, he crawled towards his new room and I opened the door to let him inside. It was a small 2×1 m [79×39"] space, with no windows nor a light bulb. The only light came through the tiny air holes in the wall and from the door gap. I wasn't intending to give him any furniture, pillows or bed sheets, meaning that he would have to sleep on the floor, but he was already used to that, so no extra conditioning would be necessary. With his new routine and soon to be explained diet I was afraid he would start to steal from the house, specially food, and for that I had added a lock to his 'bedroom' door to keep him in place whenever I felt necessary.

"You stay there and think about what I just said, I will come back later to let you out. And stay quiet."

I kicked him inside and locked the door, leaving the slut in virtually complete darkness. I had tried out the space and with the door shut a narrow strip of light showed around the door while there was light in the hall and a slight haze from the ventilation area. Neither of these gave any light in the room, I had not been able to see my hand in front of my face and of course at night even those lights disappeared.

I didn't want to introduce all the innovations I intended for his new life at once, to avoid overloading his faggy mind and to give him some time to absorb the changes bit by bit. One of the new things, that I'd decided to not inform him about for a couple of weeks, was the issue of his name. I had decided that to mark his new life, a change of name would be appropriate, but to make things easier for him I'd decided to rename him something that he was already very used to: slut. This would be his new name from now on, and as you might have noticed I was already addressing him this way to make the transition smoother and easier for both of us. I already was trying really hard to only address him as 'slut', at least until he got used to his name. Once I did reveal the news to him I would have to ensure he would be aware of the dire consequences for him if he ever used or even answered to his old and thereby forbidden birth name.

Two hours later I came back to open slut's bedroom door.

"Come on out slut!"

Blinking his eyes at the light, he crawled outside as ordered.

"You know that I am your master already, but there was another master in your old life. I think you know who it is, can you remember? Who is the person you were most afraid of? The one you always obeyed without even thinking? Yeah, I think you remember him well. It's Ben, he is also still master to you, so unless I say something else, all of his instructions are still in force. He taught you how to ask men for permission to do things, by sucking on their right big toes until you are allowed to speak, or the left ones when you just want permission to stand up to do your day to day work. He also taught you how to thank them for disciplining, teaching you new things or presenting you with gifts, such as their cum, piss or spit, by kissing and licking their feet, all those rules remain the same."

As if waking up from a trance, he immediately started to kiss my feet and then to suck on my right big toe. After some time of him servicing my feet I 'gently' kicked his face away from my limbs.

"I know what you want slut. You want to pee, right?"

He desperately nodded his head in confirmation.

"We will get to that later."

Another aspect of Ben's treatment of slut that I intended to keep was his feeding routine.

"You will be fed twice a day, at breakfast and dinner. Your food will be the same as you are already used to, oats with my piss. And you will have to keep eating it like a dog, on the floor, and without using your hands. Now, come and follow me, let me show you your new 'toilet'."

The nearly naked slave crawled behind me to the outside of the house in the direction of the barn, some 150 meters [164 yd] away. Just before reaching the barn we stopped at an old and damaged small wooden construction, where there was an old pit latrine. The derelict structure had been left untouched by the renovation team, a doorless building with several large missing pieces of wood in the walls that rendered it exposed to the elements from all directions and most of the roof was gone.

"Can you see that hole in the floor covered by that bit of wood? That is your toilet. You come here when you are allowed to, remove the lid and you squat to do your stuff in the hole, then you clean yourself with the water hose outside. You put it in your asshole and fill it up with water, do ten press ups and then crawl back inside and release the pressure in your toilet, six times like you are used to do. After finishing you just shovel some ash or sawdust inside to avoid any bad smells coming out and then you can close the lid. If you need to piss, go to that cattle trough over there and piss in it, never in here. You need to remain on your knees at all times so you will have to lift you leg, like a doggy. I know that you need to pee now, so crawl over there and try it the way you are supposed to do from now on."

He gratefully followed my orders as I instructed him from a distance.

"Take one of your legs out of your jockstrap. And remember to stay on your knees slut! Lift the free leg and aim in the trough. Get closer, its leaking outside. Well, you better manage to improve your aim quickly, otherwise you will be punished. Now you come back here and thank me for teaching you all of these things."

My new slave was silently crawling back to me and on arrival he simply started to make love to my feet with his tongue, mouth and tearful face.

"Fuck slut, are you still crying? Well, I will be generous and let you cry this morning, just as a birthday treat. But you better learn to enjoy your new life and stop crying. That's enough, remove your filthy mouth from my feet and follow me."

We completed the rest of the walk to the barn, where there was a tool cupboard.

"As I told you, it's your duty to take care of my property from now on. As I am being so kind to let you stay here, you better do a good job. You will start today by raking the leaves and cleaning the front and back porches. If you feel thirsty, just crawl to your piss trough over there, as it is already filled with some water and piss from both of us for you to drink. Chop-chop slut, start working."

I left him to do his work, and it took him some time to rake the leaves. You should know that the property had been well cleaned by the builders and there were not many leaves at this time of the year, but the grassed area he had to cover was extensive. I think he was still getting used to his instructions on how to do his work and he wasn't sure if he should stand up to rake the leaves or stay on his knees. Finally slut obviously decided it was safer to stay on his knees while working, so I left him that way. It was very stupid of him not to come and suck on my toe to ask for authorization to stand up! It made his work much harder and took him much longer to complete.

After he finished, and I had him put the rake back into the tool closet, he kept his kneeling position for cleaning the front and back porches but of course he was already used to cleaning like that and I dare to say it was actually more practical to scrub the floor this way. In total it took him more than five hours to finish his tasks, and once finished he just remained on his knees by the front door, unsure of what he should do.

"Stupid slut, you are not allowed to use the front entrance. You crawl to the backdoor and wait for me there, on your knees!"

I slapped his face hard for his audacity of thinking he would be allowed to enter the house by the front door. The little slave resumed his crying but he quickly crawled to the backdoor. I entered the house and crossed it towards the back entrance, opening it to see slut on his knees but still crying. Slap! Another slap to his other cheek, leaving the imprint of my hands on both sides of his face now.

"No crying fag! I told you you could cry in the morning, but it's afternoon already so you are not allowed to cry anymore!"

Oops, my bad! I should have addressed him as slut, but he had had so many aliases… Well, I guess I would need to train my brain as well, just until he got used to his new name. Then I would feel comfortable in reintroducing some of his old nicknames.

He failed to comply and kept crying, so I had to kick him in the nuts as a well deserved punishment. He growled in pain and rolled on his back.

"Get back on your knees right now, and stop with that noise and the crying!"

He sort of complied but I still could see some tears dropping from his eyes, and still in pain he tried to use his hands to protect and massage his little dickie and balls.

"Move your hands behind you head. Just because they are no longer covered you are not allowed to touch your worm and balls"

I left him in his punishment position for about an hour to ensure he would get the message: nothing less than complete obedience was acceptable from him now. After his well deserved punishment time he had recomposed himself, so I finally allowed him inside.

"You will clean the kitchen now. And you better not try to steal from me, I have cameras all over the place. If I see you taking anything without permission, even scraps from the plates or from the dustbin, you will be punished harder than you've ever been before! To clean properly you will need to stand on your feet, so go on slut you better ask permission."

I offered my left big toe for him to suck on, and he quickly complied with my order. As intended by Ben, I already knew what he was asking, so I didn't need to hear his voice. When I was satisfied with the sucking I informed him that he could get to his feet to clean the kitchen after I left, and I went back to the living room. Another two hours had passed before he was satisfied with his work, and I saw him on his knees in the doorway, but I didn't acknowledge his presence for the next thirty minutes or so before sending him outside to take a shit while I did a quick inspection.

"You can take your plug out once there and put it in your mouth, when you finish, crawl to the back porch keeping it in your mouth. I will see from the window when you are back, so you just stay there, on your knees, sucking your plug clean and with your hands behind your head waiting for me."

From a distance, it seemed that he didn't have any problems using his toilet/hole, or filling his butt from the hose although he seemed to struggle a bit with the last couple of sets of press ups but he did complete them all, so I decided to let him off. Once he had done as I had ordered, he crawled to the back door. I left him sweating on the back porch for some time before making him drop the butt plug from his mouth and replugging his hole, before allowing him inside and letting him have his dinner. He ate his oatmeal really fast and licked his bowl clean before crawling back to the living room and starting to thank my feet. Today was just an introduction day, and didn't fully reflect his new routine, that would start from tomorrow.

My little slave had had a good rest since the going away party he was invited to, meaning that he wouldn't need any more vacation time, so he could start school right away. I would be homeschooling him in the mornings and have him taking care of the house and the rest of the property in the afternoons and evenings, until his sleeping time. I had decided this would be the routine for him seven days a week apart from the schooling, that he would only do on weekdays (hey, us teachers need a rest, we can't be expected to work seven days a week!), but I was sure there would be plenty of work to keep him occupied on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

My approach to his education had some similarity to 'unschooling', where the students learn through their natural life experiences including, household responsibilities, personal interests, creativity and curiosity (according to Wikipedia). The main difference was that in unschooling it is the student who makes the decisions about what they are interested in.

In slut's case the activities would all be chosen by me and be tailored to his new role and tasks. The household responsibilities had been part of his activities for years, just increasing in amount, so no change there. The extended scope of the work here on the farm was just another increase although I was aware it was going to be a very large increase for him. However as he would be no longer walking to and from school or visiting his babysitters and his school days could be much more concentrated as there would be no wasted time on breaks, lunchtimes, exercise or the needs of other pupils. I was sure as long as he made the effort and worked hard it would be no trouble for him to complete it all. As for the 'personal interests' they would all revolve around learning how to become a better slut. As a slave, creativity and curiosity were no longer going to be a part of his life as he just had to do as ordered, without thinking.

I was already in the process of acquiring some animals and of course slut would need to take care of those. Lukas had offered to help us by teaching him the right way to handle them. I envisaged some additional changes to his lifestyle in the future, but I didn't want to think about them right now.

He was still making love to my toes, so I picked up a book to read and I enjoyed him kissing and licking my feet for a couple of hours before ordering him to go to his new bedroom and have some rest, quickly locking him in from the outside. Tomorrow I would wake him up by kicking on his door, but I planned on giving him a windup alarm clock so he would be able to start working on his tasks more independently. Well, even for a slave, a bit of personal initiative might be good after all!

Chapter 18

The end of summer was fast approaching, but outside it was still hot. Actually it had been an unpleasantly hot week, with temperatures often nearing 30° C [86° F]. I was in my office, looking outside while slut was cutting the grass. The tanned lad had got noticeably thinner, and looked very tired. Some days ago, while working outside at around (my) lunchtime, he had fainted. Although I had given him a severe beating for lying down on the job, I had felt he was telling me the truth about just collapsing and so I'd reluctantly decided to reduce his work schedule until Lukie come here to give him a check up. You see, I've hired him as a vet for my animals, and this included slut, naturally. Right now he was lecturing me about his findings.

"…so mate, even though you are adding some vitamins to his gruel, I think he is being underfed. The problem is that you are basing his food intake on what you fed him when you guys lived in the city, but here at the farm the work is much harder and he works much longer hours as well. He is also a growing slut, he is eleven now and his body is developing and needs more fuel. Have you noticed changes in his other activities?"

At my friend's enquiry, I considered slut's daily activities to find other signs of his food deprivation. In his dark pantry he is allowed to keep his collection of butt plugs, his extra jockstrap, a toothbrush and a mechanical alarm clock, that he used to wake up at five, when his workday starts. The door was locked from the outside with a time lock that opened automatically at that time, and locked again five minutes later so if he didn't get out immediately he was trapped in until I let him out when I got up a couple of hours later. Two punishments had taught him that having a lie in was no longer an option for him, as soon as the alarm went off he had to be up and moving out the door. He had to crawl outside, carrying his toothbrush in his teeth in the direction of the barn.

The previous night he always asked me for permission to get on his feet to work in the morning, as I of course was still sleeping, so once there he was allowed to stand up and give food and water to my other animals before getting back on his knees and brushing his own teeth using a bar of soap and his toothbrush. He would then crawl back inside carrying his toothbrush in his mouth once again and store it safely in a can I had put in the kitchen, before eating his standard breakfast, that I would have prepared for him the previous night. I have to admit a couple of times I had felt tired so couldn't be bothered to prepare it the night before so I imagine he was always a happy slut slave when he found it waiting for him.

Once finished he would crawl to my bedroom and wait on his knees, worshiping my body from a distance and looking for any signs that I was about to wake up, which normally still happened at seven, as you probably remember me saying once or twice. I would then sit on my bed and he would crawl in my direction and open his mouth to receive his morning drink, that I would gladly provide him after inserting my morning wood down his throat. Some days I would also fuck his face, and once finished, he would have to kiss my feet to thank me until I stood up for the bathroom. This would be the sign for him to crawl out of my room and go to the office to start on his school work.

He had to remain on his knees for that as well so I had put an old wooden footstool in there, for him to use as a desk. He would start by doing the homework I had set him the previous day while I went for my morning workout and breakfast. After breakfast, I would sit in my office and correct his homework having him lick my feet or suck my cock while I was doing it. If I spotted any errors in his work he would be spanked, initially I only used my hand, but I quickly decided to introduce some new tools to the disciplining procedure and give my hands a deserved rest: a paddle, a whip and a cane. If there were no mistakes I would just fuck his face so we could start with his classes. This was a lesson I learned from Ben: no positive reinforcements are necessary, it's a slave's duty to perform to his master's expectations.

"Yeah, he has recently started to make more mistakes in his school work and I have had to punish him a lot more for those," I informed my mate.

"I believe this is another consequence of his food deprivation, it's probably affecting his sluttish brain as well, so I think he needs a new diet to perform all of his tasks in a satisfactory manner. For the next three weeks you will have to provide a bit more than his basic needs, just to accelerate his muscle recovery, but by the end of the first week you can start to cut the amount back so by the end of the three weeks he will be on his new standard ration. In future if he is going to have a particularly strenuous time you can give him a bit extra.

"I know that you don't want to give him more food than he needs, and I totally agree with you on that, no one wants a chubby slave, right? So don't worry, I took that into consideration when preparing his new dietary plan. You just make sure he eats the exact amount of food that I will prescribe and he will start to get better in the next couple of days, ok? Afterwards, when you start to adjust the dosage, he will feel a bit hungry most of the time, but that doesn't mean he needs extra food, it's just that he is getting the exact necessary amount of food his body needs, but our brains are conditioned to try and get a little bit extra for the difficult times."

I felt a bit guilty, but there was no way for me to know that slut was starving, as he didn't tell me anything. Well, it's true that I didn't allow him to speak, but still…

"It's fine to stick with just the two meals per day plan, and you can keep his oatmeal for breakfast. But I think with all the work that he's got to do around here he will need to get more protein and nutrients in his diet, so he needs to have something different for dinner. To make things more practical for you, I suggest that you switch his dinner to dry dog food. The only problem I see is that the better known brands, such as the one you give your dogs, generally have added K3 vitamin in it, which is good for the dogs but might be toxic for humans from a long term consumption perspective."

He was, of course, referring to the pair of chocolate brown two year old doberman pinchers that I had recently acquired.

"Some of the cheaper brands don't have this additive, so I think one of those would be safer for the kid. To keep costs down the cheaper brands use poorer quality ingredients and they smell and I am told taste pretty bad. So I would suggest you don't try and give your dogs slut's food. They will really hate it specially as they are used to a good quality one, so keep giving them the one they are already receiving. While although I don't think the slut will ever get to like it…"

"Not 'the slut', it's only 'slut' now. You have to help me out here man, otherwise I'll never get used to his new name."

"Sorry mate. Ok, where was I? Yeah, I think 'slut' will never get to like his new food, but he will become sort of accustomed to the taste in time. You also need to keep adding some other vitamins as well, specially vitamin C (this I knew already from Ben), but I will write it all down for you, don't worry. I will also give him a large shot of vitamins and nutrients before I go and each time I come. That should keep him healthy and able to carry out all his duties."

"Ok man, thanks for the support. Do you want to fuck him now?"

"Nah, I think I'll stick with a face fuck today. He needs the extra protein, you know. Also I only have a rather blunt horse needle for giving him his shot, so I think I will have hurt his butt enough. It will be rather sore for a day or two. Although I know he likes that," Lukie said with a chuckle."

Lukie's wife was in remission, and they were already having sex as frequently as a normal couple would. But after dominating the slut for several months, he craved the feeling of control and power that he had never experienced before, so whenever he came here to care for my animals or just to chat with his old friend, he make sure to use him. We went outside and I started to give my slave his orders.

"Slut, come here."

The near naked and barefoot fag got to his knees and crawled from where he was working towards us, waiting for his orders. As he approached us I could see all over his sweating, tanned and starved body the whip and paddle marks from when I had to punish him for his repeatedly poor performance in his school tasks recently. He looked frightened, which is right for a slave, I think.

I made him bend over while Lukie filled a large syringe with a big needle with what seemed to me a lot of fluid from several phials. Lukie had suggested I hold him as despite him being a pain slut he thought for the first time that he might react badly and Lukie didn't want the needle breaking. I pushed slut's worried face between my legs and gripped him tightly. Lukie wiped his cheek down with a sterilizing swab and then with a hard slap to the other cheek he pushed the needle in. Slut squealed in surprise and continued to make a moaning sound as the liquid was injected into his butt. Although he didn't go as slowly as I have seen doctors do, it still took a while for the fluid to be completely injected. Finally Lukie withdrew the needle and wiped again pressing down on the puncture mark to stop the bleeding. When he was satisfied, he signaled I could release slut.

"Go and have a shit," I commanded "and make sure you flush out properly."

Slut nodded his head in acquiescence and after a quick rub of his sore buttock he crawled away.

"Hurry up and come back here as soon as you finish cleaning your hole," I shouted after the fleeing boy. Better to fuck a clean hole, right?

We watched from afar him clean himself out and doing his press ups. Then he came back carrying his butt plug in his mouth and waited on his knees for me to reinsert it.

"Leave the plug there and take off your 'clothes', I will hose you down and then you can go to the back porch and stay there until you are dry. Then you put your jock and harness back on, come inside and crawl to us in the living room."

I scrubbed his skin with a brush and soap before hosing him down with the cold water, which I think was a pleasant experience for him in summer. I then coated the butt plug with some soapy water before replugging his ass and Lukie and I went to the living room to chat and have a coffee while slut went to the back porch carrying his clothing in his mouth and waited on all fours to get dry, repeatedly forcing his plug back inside his ass, as he was missing his harness to help him with the task. I used an old pair of hand clippers I had found in the barn to keep his hair cut in a short military style, so it dried quickly in this weather. In less than thirty minutes he was dry and ready, so he dressed up and crawled inside to join us in the living room, waiting for his master's directives.

"Come here and suck on Lukie's dick, and let me tie your wrists together."

I proceeded to lock his wrist cuffs on his back while he expertly opened Lukie's jeans with his mouth and teeth, lowered them and his boxers and started deep throating his cock. But as I told you my friend liked to exert control over slut, so this quickly progressed to a throat rape, and from time to time my buddy would remove his cock from slut's mouth to slap his face and complain about an apparent lack of enthusiasm (most of the times it was just to avoid cumming too quickly, but slut doesn't need to know that, right?). This went on for close to forty minutes before my mate spilled his cum down slut's throat and stomach. After licking the cock clean, slut started kissing Lukie's feet to thank him for the privilege of sucking his cock and also for his injection and for all the trouble Lukie was taking over his worthless carcass. When I thought he had shown sufficient gratitude I started to give him some new orders.

"Go to the ottoman and bring it here. Go on slut, I don't have all day."

He quickly crawled to the piece of furniture on the other side of the room (I luckily had managed to find an identical piece to the one Magnus and Derek had had in their basement). He then had some difficulty moving it as his hands were securely tied behind his back. He was still on his knees, and needed to use his thighs to force the stool in our direction, but eventually I was satisfied with its new position.

"Now come here and suck on my cock. Drool over it, as it will serve as your only lube today."

He was constantly plugged with a copy of my cock, meaning that he was already used to my size, so no extra lube would be necessary. As a matter of fact, apart from his own saliva, the only 'lube' he has been allowed to use recently is soapy water like I used earlier after his wash.

"Ok, now you lay with your chest on that ottoman, so I can fuck you."

I removed the plug from his ass and inserted my spit covered cock instead, forcing it hard and deep. I could hear some soft whines escaping from his mouth, probably in pain from the dryness.

"Quiet slut!"

I slapped his asscheeks making sure to get some extra hard ones on top of the mark where the needle had gone in and started to fuck him even harder now, as a sort of punishment for his (almost) complaining sounds. But because he did manage to remain silent as I continued to fuck him, I decided, as a treat, to let him drink my cum and speed up his recovery from food starvation. I also let him drink my piss before he thanked me, and I left him there on my feet for the next hour, while chatting with Lukie. For the last ten minutes he was just sucking on my right big toe, but he didn't need to speak as I already knew what he wanted.

"Do you want to piss fag?" He nodded his head with this pleading look. "Fine, just go outside and do your business, and you can drink some water from your trough if you need as well."

"Hey, I need to take a leak as well. In fact I am still to christen his piss trough, so I think I'll go with him, is that ok mate?"

"Really man? You never got to piss in his trough, after all this time? Well sure, go with him then."

In fact it was just the fourth time Lukie came to visit since we moved here. In his previous visits he was too focused on the other animals and I think, although he repeatedly and forcefully used slut, he had perhaps neglected his own needs a little bit.

So they both went outside and walked (or crawled) towards slut's trough. The little slave naturally waited until my friend drained his pipes and was on his way back to then approach the trough and relieve his bladder, and by the time he finished Lukie was already back inside the house. My mate was going to sleep here tonight, so while slut was still out he offered to go and buy his dog food the following morning, as well as the other dietary supplements.

"You can give him the other dog's food just for tonight, it's not a problem as long as he doesn't eat it on a regular basis."

I've already told you that I had reduced his tasks as a result of his weakened condition, so after he finished pissing and lapped some pissy water, I let him inside, ordering him to face the wall and stay in his punishment position while us men chatted.

We left slut in his punishment position as I prepared some food for us, ignoring him the whole time. But I summoned him to the kitchen, still commanding him to hold the same position, while we ate. And after we finished, it was time to give him his dinner.

"It's time to eat slut, but we are changing your diet today. From now on you will have dog food for dinner. Lukie is going to buy a special one just for you tomorrow, but today you will get to eat the same as Jaeger and Finn."

That's right, those are the names I chose for the dogs. As you can see I've decided to name one of them with his former name, with the intention of helping him to disassociate himself from it. When I had first got the dogs, several times I had caught slut reacting when I called Finn. But after weeks of punishment every time he did, he had learned that Finn was a dog and not a slut slave. The secondary consequence was it also served to further increase his sense of inferiority, as well as his submissiveness to me.

"It would be too hard on his teeth man. Let me piss on it, to make it softer," Lukie commented.

So after making the food more palatable, he placed the piss soaked dog food in front of the kneeling little slave, informing him that he would need to eat it all. Our toy was a bit reluctant at first, but apparently the taste was not as bad as he'd initially thought! So he managed to eat it all very quickly, and after Lukie face fucked him again I locked him inside his pantry for the night! I had explained I didn't want slut to have even one night in a bed anymore and Lukie was happy to go along with it. He had his wife for cuddling in bed again and he knew he could come over anytime, now we were so close, when he wanted a rough fuck.

In about two weeks time slut was already feeling much better. He had put on a bit of weight, and performed almost all of his tasks to my expectations. I even introduced some twice a week fun into his routine, to cheer him up, remembering that he was still a little boy. For example, I would piss in his ass and replug it, have him crawl from the house to his toilet five to six times before finally allowing him to release the pressure. Or I would throw a disc that he would have to run after and bring back to me, only to pursue it once again straight afterwards. Sometimes I made it a competition with the dogs, and made sure to reward the fastest one, generally with a slice of beef, but sadly slut had never managed to go as fast as the dogs. And I was starting to get the impression that he wasn't really making a genuine effort, so even though it was supposed to be his play time I had to introduce some light punishments for the one with the poorest performance. If it was one of the dogs, I would generally say the traditional "bad dog", or something on those lines, and for slut I would certainly say that he was a bad slut, but also make him eat his dry oats without my piss (nor any other liquid) the following morning. Even though slut never won the piece of meat, he managed to beat one of the dogs nearly 10 percent of the time with this extra incentive!

He also improved his performance in most of his school activities, but not in all of them. Reminiscing, I still thought his poor performance in school was not just a consequence of his food starvation. He kept his good standards in the beginning, but once I started to introduce more of his 'personal interests' to his assignments he started to slack off a bit. For instance, as I told you when I made him write the essay about his early life experiences, before we met, I was really displeased with the results! Initially he had used a lot of rude words, which was certainly inappropriate for a boy his age, even a free one but far worse if you consider his enslaved condition. He had also tried to blame others for what had happened and claimed he didn't like it. Well, I had to punish him for that, and ordered him to rewrite the whole text. As you know it took seven attempts before I was satisfied but I did notice that he didn't commit as many mistakes when alluding to himself during the early rewrites so I informed him that he could keep using that one rude word for that purpose, and I'm referring to his new name, of course: slut.

As you know, I have strict goals for slut, and his grades have to reach at least 80% of the maximum to avoid extra punishments, but he can pass by reaching 70 out of 100 by the end of the school year, although in this case the final approval includes a punishment. For several months his ass and back had been completely covered by whip and paddle marks, but this was his own fault for the lack of dedication to his school work. But finally he got used to this new approach to his education, and he started to show some improvement, then I only had to usually flog him twice a week! This was good for him and so I started to increase the interface between his slave/slut life and his formal education even further.

I got him back on his normal working schedule within two weeks of Lukie's visit and his new diet, and we were back in the routine. However I was aware it wasn't good for slut to get too used to things and it got boring for me. As I told you there were also things I had always intended to introduce into slut's new slave life.

So this particular day after school he needed to clean the whole house. Although larger than my old apartment, the house was not that big, but I was by now really strict on the evaluation of his cleaning tasks, so it took him the whole afternoon and even part of the evening till he had managed to finish the work to my high standards. While slut thoroughly cleaned the whole house I used the time to cook my lunch and to do some work in my office. It was a Friday, and unlike when he was at his old school, with me he didn't have homework to do at the weekends, but he still had to wake up early to work. It was getting closer to his sleep time and I had just finished eating, and while he finished cleaning the dishes I went around the house to inspect his work. I must say that I almost complimented him on it, but I remembered that it would not be good for his slave life conditioning, so I remained silent.

"Follow me slut."

It was time to feed him, and I'd decided to implement a system to give him some physical interaction with other living beings, at least while eating. So I placed an extra dog bowl between the bowls of Finn and Jaeger. I had decided slut would get to enjoy his dinner in the kennel with the dogs! It felt just natural to me, as in addition to the fact he had been eating like a dog for a long time, he was now having actual dog food for dinner! Also Lukie had been right, the cheap food did have an unpleasant smell which I didn't want in the house. The boys were very receptive to slut, as he was the one that fed and cared for them most of the time. I put slut's food in his bowl before serving the dogs that night, but as Lukie remarked, they just came to sniff it and promptly rejected it's repulsive content. The fact that I added my piss to soften the dry food may not have helped, but it was better for slut's teeth.

After giving the other two their food as well, I went back inside. I got myself a drink, looked outside and saw the boys were having some canine fun, while slut was still munching his disgusting food. Jaeger was sniffing slut's plugged arsehole while Finn was chasing his own tail. While I was watching slut finished eating from his bowl, but he was apparently still hungry (as always). Finn hadn't eaten all of his food, he often left some behind in his bowl, which he would eat later unless Jaeger ate it first. The bowl was right beside slut's face, so the greedy fag, probably remembering how good it tasted compared with his own, decided to go for it, and started to eat from Finn's bowl. I could not accept that! He had his own diet that Lukas had carefully customized to his needs, and the other dogs' food was not good for his health either! But worse, he was stealing. I had to teach him a lesson right away otherwise he could start thinking it was okay to steal (this time it was from Finn but next he could try to steal from me) so I picked up my whip and cane, some slave restraints and walked to the kennel. The dogs accepted me as their master, so I didn't think they would attack me when I was punishing slut, but just to avoid any commotion I ordered him to crawl out of the doghouse and shut the two boys inside.

"Why are you being so wicked? What have I told you about stealing food slut? And I kicked him squarely in the nuts. He slumped but managed to hold position, but after the kick he tried to protect his jewels. I ordered him otherwise.

"Take off your jockstrap! And move your hands. Keep them behind your head!"

He complied, and I started to whip his front. Luckily for him he didn't steal from me, only from the dogs. But still, he disobeyed a direct order, and needed an exemplary punishment. As soon as he started to bleed I ordered him to present his back so I could continue to discipline him, and I continued to whip him until I had extracted some blood from his back as well. I then focused on his feet, with the cane, just so he would remember his punishment when he was allowed to stand up to work. I let him thank my feet and then ordered the crying little slave to crawl towards a water hose so I could scrub and wash him, spraying some antiseptic over his then clean but bruised skin in order to prevent infections.

"Ok slut. You wanted to eat the dog's food? Is that because you secretly wants to live as a dog? Fine I'll let you experience that. For this weekend you will stay in the kennel and live like a dog. Put this around your neck. And you know you are not allowed to cry, so just stop it right now!"

I thought this was the perfect opportunity to introduce one of his new adornments, that would fit perfectly well with his ankle and wrist restraints: a slave collar, although I think from what I had just said he would think of it as a doggie collar. It had his name engraved on it in capital letters: SLUT, so if the stupid slave used his small brain just for one minute he would realize this was something I had planned beforehand. He would find out soon enough that there was no intention to remove it after his doggy weekend was over.

"Show me your hands!"

I then ordered him to close his hands into fists and put some slave mittens on them. I also added some pads to his elbows and tied his wrists to his biceps, before proceeding to tie his ankles to his thighs.

"On all fours!"

He dropped to his knees and elbows. I then connected his restricted arms to his equally bound legs with short lengths of ropes, and this would keep him in this position whenever he had to move around, until I decided to free him.

"Now you will join the other dogs. Crawl back inside your kennel, now slut!" I opened the kennel and he complied.

I know that some of you guys might think I was perhaps a bit too soft on the punishments I gave slut for his crime. I kind of agree with you, he stole food and ate without permission, which are two serious offenses. In addition to his flogging, I could make him skip a meal or two like I did in the past, right? But you have to remember he was just recovering from food starvation and under a very specific prescription from his vet, so I thought it would not be appropriated at that time. And it wouldn't change much, as he felt perpetually hungry anyway. But then, why didn't you spread some hot chilli sauce over his mouth like you did when he ate that candy at school last year, you might ask. Well, I was introducing him to his new very restrictive (and horrible tasting) diet, and I felt that offering other tastes, even unpleasant ones, would do no good to his mind conditioning. So, that's why his corrections didn't involve having (or being denied) food as a sort of punishment. But I still think he would remember his punishment and try to be a good slut from now on.

I closed the dogs inside their kennel for the night and walked away. I watched them for sometime from the house. Finn and Jaeger seemed to take pity on slut for the treatment he had received from their master, and they started to lick some of his bruises. Slut looked like he might be crying again, but I wasn't 100% sure and I didn't want to go outside, so decided he wouldn't be punished for crying without permission this time. Finn and Jaeger took good care of slut's abused body for some time, and they even tried to cheer him up and play with him, but he was a bit unresponsive, so they finally decided to go to sleep, keeping slut in-between them, and protecting their buddy from the evils of the night.

Chapter 19

I woke up at seven and looked for slut to drink my piss, that's when I remembered that he was in the kennel. So I stood up and decided to take a look at the dogs from my window. Finn was licking his paws while slut was drinking some pissy water from a bowl I had left there for him, and suddenly Jaeger tried to mount and hump him. Jaeger was the more dominant of the two, and was clearly trying to establish his position with the new member of the pack.

Slut tried to move away, but Jaeger became a bit more aggressive and growled at him, so he remained quiet for his mate. I'd already noticed Jaeger trying to do that with Finn who was clearly more submissive than his canine twin (yeah, it seems that Finn is a cursed name, right?), but there was no penetration involved, just some humping. I thought that, with time, Jaeger would want to make Finn into his bitch, and had even considered acquiring a proper bitch to save Finn from this cruel destiny, but it seems that slut had other plans in his faggy mind: he clearly wanted to become a bitch for the dogs!

Fuck, there isn't any limit to his depravity, I thought. But because slut was out of action this morning it was time for me to feed the dogs. I would discuss the question with their vet later. While he was in the kennel I had decided that it was fitting slut should enjoy his doggy food for breakfast as well, so I went down to give them their fair share of food, remembering to add my piss to slut's food bowl, as always. I also filled up their water bowls (slut's one with the rest of my piss) and left them in their kennel so I could go back inside to call Lukie and discuss my earlier observations with him.

I started the call by informing him that slut was being punished, explained how and the reason why. I also mentioned that I replaced slut's standard breakfast for dog food today, which my mate said was fine. Then I mentioned how I'd noticed in the past that dog Finn appears to be a bit submissive to his brother Jaeger, joked that the name was cursed and mentioned how I was afraid that Jaeger would make him into his bitch in time. But then I continued to tell him how slut started to offer himself to Jaeger, and how I thought that he wanted to become a bitch for the dogs.

"Is it… Is it possible Lukie?"

"Hmmm. I think we can say that it's not impossible, although very difficult. You see, there are some differences between dogs and human mating. Talking about the size, slut would have no problem to receive the dogs' dicks, when hard they have the same size as teenage boys' dicks, and slut is already used to much longer ones. But, as I told you, there are some important differences between men and dogs. While we need to get hard to start to fuck a slut, a dog would start the fuck by inserting his cock into their bitch with the help of a bone to keep the cock straight. Once fully inside, the dick starts to grow, and that's when we have the biggest difference. There is a part of their cock, at the base, that grows much more than the rest, like a bulb. And after it grows, the dick will stay tied to the bitch, knotted as people say. It works like a butt plug, but instead of the notch to hold the plug in place, what holds the dog's dick inside their bitches is this inflated bulb. Most of the times it stays inflated like that for ten to fifteen minutes after they cum to keep it all in the bitch, but it can be up to half an hour. And during this whole time the dog stays attached to his bitch. I guess you have seen stray dogs knotted on the street, right?"

I confirmed so he continued to explain it all to me.

"Since Finn and Jaeger are virgins, they would need supervision, as first timers tend to grow impatient and forcefully try to pull their dicks out of their bitches once they cum. If they managed it before it had shrunk enough, they might really destroy slut's hole, but also cause the dogs some severe pain, and leave them traumatized about sex for the rest of their lives. And of course, slut would be in excruciating pain when receiving Jaeger's knot inside his ass, and this would continue until the bulb deflated enough so his ass would be capable of expelling the cock, just in time for him to service Finn as well, as he is certain to be really sexed up by the view of his brother fucking a bitch.

So slut would have to be tied in place, at least for the first three or four times he receives their cocks, and I suggest that you plug his mouth too. He will surely not be able to control his screams as this might be the most painful experience of his life up to this moment, perhaps worse than that time with the foot [30 cm] long cock, at the boys' party, at least it was introduced gradually that time. Oh, and the mounting would only be effective if the knot enters into slut's hole, so I suggest you add a lot of lube to his ass before starting, it would be better if you fuck it as a preparation. You know what, if you really want to try it, I can come by to help guide you and the boys for their first time. What do you say?"

"Oh yeah, I think the boys are in need of a bitch, and slut has started to offer himself, so he is the perfect candidate!"

"Ok, I can be there in about… four to five hours? Talk to you later man."

"All right, take care man, bye."

I went down to their kennel and let the boys free, so they could roam around the property and enjoy this lovely morning. Well, at least the good boys could go and play. Slut would need to follow me to the front porch, where I sat in a swinging seat and started to read a book. He had to worship my feet and suck on my cock for the morning. It was difficult, but not impossible for slut to lift his body from the bound dog position he was forced into, on his knees in a very unstable position as his thighs were tied to his ankles, and also his bound arms. The swinging might have helped him to suck my cock, and as I wasn't interested in a skull fuck, I just stayed there and enjoyed his mouth on my cock for the morning, letting him set the pace most of the time. From time to time I would force my cock down his throat and keep it deeply inserted in there for a few minutes, but then I would allow him to resume his expert cocksucking. This continued for over an hour and a half, when I was finally ready to give him my cum and piss. Then he was ordered to stay there, in dog mode, as my footstool. I placed my feet over his sore back and continued to read for some more hours, before allowing him to go and do his business in his toilet and also his piss trough.

Due to his current restrictions I had to help him by opening and closing the lid and also by shoving the hose in his ass to properly clean it (and he gratefully thanked me for that). I had to let him off the press ups but did make him crawl around to make sure the water cleaned his ass properly, didn't want him making the dogs' cocks dirty did I? I then washed the rest of his body and applied some extra antiseptic to his open bruises before ordering him to remain on his knees and elbows by the backdoor entrance to dry off.

His Master and Vet would have to fuck him before sending him back to his kennel to become a bitch, and I am sure we would both prefer to fuck a clean slave. This time I left him unplugged, which might have surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain over this short respite! His buddies were still playing outside when Lukie arrived. I left slut still drying (not so) comfortably in his place and went to discuss the practical questions with my mate. While slut was serving as my footstool earlier in the day, I had had the idea to use the footstool he uses as a desk for his school work, to tie him in place for the dogs. Although the wooden surface would certainly feel a bit harsh for slut, it was the perfect size and height. Lukie agreed it was ideal so now, it was time to fuck slut and prepare his hole to receive his companions. We would try to be as brutal as we could, to really open up his hole to make the entrance easier for my other animals.

"Slut, come here," I shouted, and he came round to the front porch on his elbows and knees. Lukie was amused by slut's new contraptions, and teased him a bit about them. But we needed to focus on our task: rape slut as forcefully and for as long as we could. I had placed the ottoman stool there, and once we placed slut on his elbows and knees on top of its soft surface, he was at the perfect height for us to repeatedly rape him. The aim was to try and open his hole even wider, and we had about two hours until the dogs would come back, so we would be alternating in his hole to avoid any early spillage.

"We are going to fuck you hard, and you better keep quiet slut," I informed him, to make sure he was aware of what was expected of him, and also to instill some fear.

Lukie was already lubing up his cock as well as slut's ass, and as soon as he finished he started to enter slut's ass with full force, he managed to get balls deep in only three thrusts. Slut's face indicated his distress, but he didn't utter a sound, knowing that he would be punished if he did. I noticed that he changed his breathing pattern, perhaps as an adaptation to the fact that his master forbade him to emit sounds? Regardless, I needed to focus on the task! Lukie continued to fuck him for some more minutes before we switched. It was my time to force my cock deep in slut's hole, and I did it, managing to get balls deep in the first thrust. Slut almost grunted but I think it was just a deep breath, and he did manage to remain silent. I could see a tear forming from his left eye, but it was just one tear, so no reason for punishment yet.

We kept alternating between the two of us, always adding some more lube whenever we switched places. The primary goal was to open up his hole, but a secondary goal was to keep his ass moist and lubed for the dogs, by re-inserting our constantly re-lubed hard cocks deep into him. We managed to keep up the pace for more than an hour and a half but, I must say, fucking slut this way and for such a long period of time was making me get a bit tired.

I was the first to cum, and as soon as I removed myself from him and ordered him to lick my cock clean, Lukie took my place. Once it was spotless, I used the opportunity to go inside and fetch slut's school footstool and take it to the kennel, in preparation for later. The well-behaved dogs should be back anytime now from their playtime as their feeding time was fast approaching. After depositing the stool I went back to the front porch just in time to see Lukie unload in slut. When he had finished he ordered him to suck his dick clean plus keep his ass shut to hold our cum inside. We picked him up and placed him on the floor, added a leash to his collar, just for fun, and ordered him to crawl back to the kennel. Lukie was holding the leash and I followed close behind them, making sure none of our cum escaped. I carried some ropes and a mouth plug to keep him silent during his transformation into a proper bitch.

Once there, we ordered him to lay with his chest on the footstool, and I was right, it really was the perfect height. His elbows and knees would be barely touching the floor, and I could really stretch his limbs while tying him down. After we finished tying him in place, I stuffed his mouth (one of his old butt plugs along with a pair of funky socks if you want to know) and taped it, to avoid hearing any sounds of distress in line with Lukie's recommendation. It was at that moment that the boys arrived back, and Jaeger came straight to us and started to sniff and lick slut's fucked hole, soon joined by Finn on the task, as they were probably smelling our cum inside their soon to be bitch. It was now time to explain to the bound and frightened slave what was going to be happening shortly.

"Ok slut, I saw earlier today that you were offering yourself to Jaeger, but you were plugged at that time, and he couldn't properly claim you as his bitch. You see, the dogs are in need of a bitch, and since I saw you clearly demonstrating your interest in the position I started to think, why not? So this is what is going to happen today: Jaeger is going to mount you, fuck you and deposit his cum deep into your hole. And once he disengages, we will let Finn have some fun in your ass as well. From that moment, in addition to being a slut you will become their bitch.

Slut had a horrified expression at the news! Well, that was my first thought. I couldn't see much of his expression with him bound and gagged like he was, but he opened up his eyes really wide when he heard his fate, and I initially interpreted this as a sign of his repulsion but the more I thought about it, it could have been excitement.

We brought Jaeger back, and let him sniff and lick slut's backside for a while, before helping him to mount his (soon to be) bitch. Lukie was already prepared and he had gloves on his hands that he would use to guide Jaeger's cock into the hole. Slut was still holding his ass shut, as ordered by Lukie after he came inside him, but now it was time for him to relax it a bit and open up for his breeder.

"Open up slut." Lukie ordered, while slapping the fag's ass.

Slut was slow to open his hole keeping his butt muscles clenched almost as if he wasn't keen to have Jaeger's cock in him. Despite several more slaps from Lukie it was only when I threatened to get the whip did he do what he was told. As soon as he relaxed his ass muscles, my friend started to guide Jaeger's dick inside him, only being satisfied when it was fully embedded into the bitch. Soon Jaeger grasped slut with his paws and started to make some fucking movements, so his dick grew in the inviting hole. And that's when slut started to notice the knot growing inside him. I must say that he tried hard not to scream or cry, but at some point he must have been in so much pain that he couldn't stop it. Fortunately his sounds were muffled by the gag in his mouth and throat, but that doesn't change the fact that he emitted sounds without authorization.

The fucking procedure was actually really quick, and Jaeger was soon breeding his bitch. He dismounted and turned to face the opposite direction but the couple was still tied. As it was his first fuck, Jaeger wasn't yet used to it, so he tried to remove his cock from the bitch a couple of times by pulling hard away, but Lukie and I both stayed there to comfort and try to calm him down. We patted him and told him what a good boy he was. The bitch was crying and screaming throughout the whole process, specially when the male tried to disengage. And although the fuck was fast it took another fifteen minutes for the bulb to deflate and let the cock slip out of the fucked hole, together with a torrent of canine cum. Jaeger licked up the fluid leaking from his bitch's backside for a bit, but soon lost interest and that's when Finn felt it was safe to approach us.

We helped him to mount slut and Lukie guided another doggie cock into the abused hole; once again it entered him easily. Soon it started to grow, and even though Finn generally behaved as a sub for his brother Jaeger, he was clearly ready to claim slut as his bitch too, and soon started to fuck him. As for slut, he screamed once again, like he did with Jaeger. Since they were twin brothers, I imagine that their cocks when hard should be similar in size, so I saw no reason for that commotion. I had been considering forgiving slut for his earlier sounds, but with the repetition I was left with no alternative than to punish him for all his unpermitted crying and screaming through his gag. It took Finn a bit longer to disengage, about twenty minutes, but as soon as his cock slipped out, more cum started to flow from slut's abused hole.

"Close your ass shut slut," I ordered.

I then picked up his plug to keep the rest of their cum in place for the night. I removed his mouth gag and started to give him the news.

"Slut, I am very disappointed with you. You know that you are not allowed to cry or to scream anymore, specially just now while the dogs were turning you into their bitch. You should have shown some appreciation for your new lovers. Now we will need to punish you again for that. You will remain tied up to this stool all night long, so you can reflect on your behavior and commit to becoming a better slut and bitch. I know that you cannot eat that way, but Lukie has offered to feed you your dinner, just like he did at my apartment some time ago remember? And since you are in no position to kiss his feet, you will be allowed to speak to thank him at the end. After you eat we will have to really stuff your mouth with that plug, my socks and some of those rags the boys were playing with during the day, and perhaps this way you will finally learn to be quiet. Ok, Lukie I'll go and get the dogs' food. Could you please fill up their water bowls man? And for slut, I think you can give him some hydration from your hose, right?"

We laughed as my mate started to force his dick in slut's mouth to give him his piss. I came back with their food, carefully pissing in slut's bowl before handing it over to Lukie. Differently from that time at my apartment though, we'd decided to use a spoon to feed slut. It was much more practical, and we wanted to finish quickly and go back inside where we could properly relax and enjoy ourselves. I was a bit surprised that slut still remembered how to eat from a spoon! The last time he was allowed to use one was at his gang rape, when the guys fed him their spunk. Well, after getting his food, slut remembered to thank Lukie.

"T-thank you sir."

Those were slut's first words since early last week, when he had had to speak for some school activity. And with that we overstuffed his mouth, remembering to turn on his 'mouth vibrator' for the night, locked the dogs and their bitch inside the kennel and left for the house. Later I could see that the boys were, from time to time, humping slut, but they would have a frustrating night as it was not possible to fuck their bitch with his ass filled up by a plug. Be patient boys, I thought, you will have all day tomorrow to keep fucking your bitch.

I planned to keep him tied up like that for the whole day, with short breaks for him to go shit and get cleaned before going back to their kennel for another night as a bitch. And on Monday he would have to resume his normal slave routine.

I was enjoying a hot chocolate inside while looking through my window. The trees had already lost most of their leaves, but I could see only a few on the grass. And that was thanks to slut! He was outside now raking the leaves as he did most afternoons these days. I was planning to join him soon outside so I went to pick up a sweater as the weather turned chilly at this time of the year. I think it had been difficult for slut to adapt to the weather in his standard slave attire. He was barefoot, with his slave collar, wrist and ankle restraints, a harness holding his butt plug in place, with his dick and balls just covered by a jockstrap. And apart from that small piece of underwear he still had no other clothing.

At this time of the year he certainly felt cold after waking up in the morning, but if he worked hard he soon started to warm up during the day. Looking at him working I started to think a bit ahead, realizing that I might need to buy him some rubber boots for the winter, that I would allow him to use when the temperature dropped below 5°C [41°F]. I also realized that it was a really good thing that he was no longer living inside the house, as without the heating and insulation he could get used to the seasonal temperature variations a lot easier and faster, not that his pantry had had any of that, but it was inside my well-heated house!

Once he became a bitch for the dogs, I had been so disgusted with his behavior that I had had to move him out of the house, and now he was living in the barn. There was a small area under the low sloping roof I think that had been used for storing grain at one time that he was using as a bedroom. It was a bit small and low, so low that he couldn't even stand up on his feet in the space, but as he had to stay on his knees most of the time anyways, this was not a problem. And I had even allowed him to put some hay on the floor to make it warmer and softer for him. As a bonus, in addition to being close to the poultry, that he had to go feed and collect the eggs daily, it was very close to his designated toilet, which makes slut's daily routine much more practical.

About two months ago I had noticed a change in his behavior. A change that I had been expecting at around this age, I think you know what I am talking about right? I noticed that while cleaning the house or raking the leaves he would be adjusting his dick from time to time. Every two weeks, I still made him serve as a bitch for the dogs and sleep with them in their kennel and by now he didn't need to be tied up for this anymore. He has to serve the dogs naked though (apart from his collar and limbs restraints), to preserve his jockstraps and harness, and once while he was being fucked by Finn I noticed a hard-on starting to form. I don't know if it was a result of the stimulation caused by the dog's cock or if it was just a coincidence, nevertheless this was a clear indication that he was reaching puberty. His dick was growing, and would start demanding attention in the near future.

The problem was that he is a slave, and he had to give all his attention to the tasks assigned to him by his master. Jerking-off as a mean of achieving self-gratification would certainly divert him from those tasks, and I had to do something about it before he started with this unacceptable practice for someone in his position. So last month I went down to him and took his measurements: cock length and girth (8×6.5 cm [3.5×2.5"] erect, 6.5×5cm [2.5×2"] soft) as well as scrotum circumference, and ordered some customized chastity cages. I went for steel ones, and I intended to give him a larger one each year or so, throughout his adolescence. You see, I wasn't intending to deform him or impede his dick from growing with age, the reason to fit him with a cage was only to help him keep up with his productivity levels! I bought him 5 chastity cages on that day, each 1×0.5 cm [0.4×0.2"] bigger than the previous one, all ready for his annual refits. The first one was 7×5.5 cm [2.75×2.25"]. So to be completely honest, even though it wasn't my intention I rather underestimated how much his cock would want to grow, so unfortunately his dick did get a bit deformed and limited in growth by the cages but I felt I had spent enough on helping him and didn't want the devices to go to waste.

As soon as I received the products I wanted to get the smallest one fitted on him. He didn't have any pubes yet, but I knew in the future I would have to keep his genitals waxed to cage him. Now that I had my sweater on I just picked up the smallest of the cages together with some lube and walked outside to call him to the front porch. I whistled for him to come which is how I mainly summoned him nowadays. I certainly wasn't planning on explaining to him what this was for either, I would let him discover the purpose of his new contraption in time, all by himself.

When he heard my whistle he stopped what he was doing and immediately got on his hands and knees and crawled to me.

"Lower your jock to your knees and put your hands behind your head."

There was a steel ring encircling his cock and balls already, from the harness that was holding his butt plug in place. The new cage would make it impossible for him to completely remove the harness. I intended to keep it on for at least the next six months. Although he would only have a once a year refit for the cage shaft, there were several extra base rings, and those would be changed twice a year, if I found it necessary, as I didn't want to castrate him if the ring got too small.

I put on my work gloves, as I didn't want to touch his dirty genitals, and I used my gloved hands to firstly squeeze his little dick and balls really hard, looking for a reaction from him that didn't come. Then I roughly cleaned and lubed them so I could start to thread first the balls and then the willy through the smallest of the base rings. After that it was time to put the cage on. This model had several holes, which made for easier cleaning and was recommended for long term use. And it had its own built-in locking mechanism, so no dangling lock.

Once his dicklet was secured, I ordered him to put his jockstrap back on and dismissed him to continue with his work. Slut looked confused, as he still didn't understand the mechanism, but he had already received his orders, and I didn't give him an opportunity to ask permission to speak (I was wearing shoes) so he just obeyed his master and crawled back to his leaves. But later on that day I made sure to drill his ass really deep and hard, and then he probably started to understand the new limitations this contraption would impose.

Chapter 20

Almost a year has passed since we moved here, and slut seems to have adapted well to his new life. After the initial hiccups he managed to maintain not only a great school performance but also a very high standard in all his household activities. He was of course used to being fucked by me and Lukie and though of course we never told him this, he had got even better at meeting our needs as well. He continued to eat my cum or drink my piss whenever I felt the need, so even though he was no longer sleeping in the main house, he would still have to crawl to my room every morning to suck on my cock and drink my morning piss. Well, all mornings except for every other Saturday, when he had been servicing the dogs after sleeping with them on the previous night. He welcomed any reason during the winter months to be inside but there was nothing I could do about that as I wasn't going to live in a cold house. I guess it didn't really matter if he got a bit of heat and it made the contrast with the rest of the time for him even more severe.

Some months ago it had been time to refit the base ring of his chastity cage, on account of his growing scrotum. I blindfolded him to try and avoid any unwanted erection and removed the contraption for the first time in six months, taking care to properly clean his groin area as well as the cage. He had his first few straggly pubic hairs at the time so I waxed him before putting on the new ring and reinserting his bits back into his cage. It was really not an effective method of hair removal, and I added a mental note to look for some alternatives for either permanent or at least 'long term' pubic hair removal on the internet. And of course slut was in pain from the waxing, but he didn't give voice to his distress as he knew he wasn't allowed to utter any sound without my express permission, but as had became usual I could hear some changes in his breathing pattern that indicated he was experiencing a certain level of pain. As you might have already guessed, he would have to keep the current cage, that was already filled up by his now 7.5×5 cm [3×2"] soft dick. It was a bit of a struggle to get the cage back on but with my old standby of a bowl of iced water I managed to force it in. I didn't say anything to him about my plans but I thought that in half a year or so his dickie would be more than ready for that extra centimeter.

It was getting close to slut's birthday and I had been making my plans for how to celebrate it for months. I had first contacted Christian shortly after he had returned from his travels just before he started at college. That first conversation was just to let him know why we had moved and to reassure him in case he had any worries that there was not going to be any trouble from me about what had gone on at the going away party. I told him that slut's bitchy mom had left me and that I'd decided to move to the countryside for that reason. I thanked him again for taking 'slut' (although I said Finn) to the party and for keeping him for the rest of the weekend. I gave the impression that Lukas had not told me anything bad when I got back and that I had been totally unaware of any problems with the 'slut'.

I got in touch again a few months later to see how they were getting on, tell him my news and I made a big thing of how much 'slut' was missing them and would really like them to come and visit. Of course he had said no such thing but I just put that down to the fact he wasn't allowed to speak. Initially Christian didn't seem too keen. I suspect he thought as I would be around they wouldn't be able to have their usual fun with their faggot.

I didn't want to sound too desperate, or to impose anything on the boys, so after that second contact I decided to wait for him to contact me. That happened about a week later, probably after Christian had discussed the question with the other boys. For me this was a clear indication that, although he was still reticent, there was some interest from their side. As the conversations continued I started floating the idea of them coming for slut's birthday which would of course be a year after we had left.

I think what convinced him in the end was when I said I would probably have to go away for a few days so would be grateful if they were here to look after him while I was gone. I had no intention of being away but knew once they were here and I let them know, not only that I was aware of everything their faggot did to them, but was totally fine with it and didn't blame any of them, they would be glad they had come. I suspect their thinking was not only would they have time to have some fun but most importantly they would be able to ensure that their faggot would continue to keep his mouth shut. It was only a week after I had mentioned the possibility of me being away that for the first time Christian rang me to say that he, Jonas and Ben would love to come for Finn's birthday. He asked whether Magnus and Derek could also come as they had all been planning to get together at that time and they didn't want to let them down. I knew this was not true or he would have used it as an excuse when I had first suggested they had come at that time. It was no problem at all, as far as I was concerned, as the brothers were already well aware of slut's depravity and I thought the idea of reinforcements was a good one. Of course at the party there had been more but I hoped we would be able to more than match that occasion. They were all older so hopefully bigger and would be here for longer.

A week before it, I reminded slut his birthday was coming up. He looked a bit surprised, but I think he would have guessed the date was approaching by the temperature changes, unless he thought as a slave he didn't get one anymore. Certainly last year we had not had any celebration to mark it. Two days before it, I informed him that, as a birthday gift, he would be getting a visit from his old buddies: Christian, Jonas and Ben. For the moment I didn't tell him that Magnus and Derek were coming also. Well I thought it would be nice for him to have a surprise on the day.

Slut looked both scared but also happy at the news. I could understand the fear from his past experiences but apart from me and Lukie it would be his first interaction with other human beings since we moved here. I'm sure he had guessed that they would be together a lot throughout the time the boys would be here. I think by now he was really craving the kind of close contact that I had systematically denied him. Nowadays this was something he only experienced while staying with the dogs, every other weekend.

The only issue I had had was that I had made a decision that I would never allow slut to sleep in my house anymore after he started to be a bitch, and the boys would certainly want to use him at night while here, so I had to compromise a little bit. With that in mind, some months ago when I started to plan the party I had decided to repair the basement and transform it into a livable extension of the house. I planned a short renovation project with the work shared between myself and slut, with the occasional help from Lukie. Although I didn't have any previous experience with this kind of renovation, it progressed surprisingly smoothly! That's the advantage of good planning, I thought and having an obedient, hardworking slave.

First, slut was in charge of clearing and cleaning the whole space, and once he had finished we added some wooden frames and insulation to the walls, then we covered the walls and ceiling with drywall sheets. I did the technical work and slut did most of the grunt work. He was still thin but his constant laboring around the place had made him strong. Slut had to paint it all afterwards. I had to put in some power, but that was just a case of running some cables, so it was easy. Finally, we added some self-leveling concrete and vinyl flooring over the existing battered floors and in the end the improved basement while it didn't have the perfect finishing touches, looked livable in especially for only a few days. And although it was technically a part of the house, it was only accessible through a separate side entrance, so I wouldn't really feel that slut was sleeping in the house if he stayed there for the night.

Slut seemed to really like helping with the renovation work despite having to do most of the hard physical dirty work and getting punished when things went wrong, which I must admit he was not always responsible for. Although he wasn't allowed to produce any sounds, he seemed to feel some sort of camaraderie between the three of us as we worked together, but this was, of course, not the case. At least not between me and slut, he is just a slave to me nowadays.

Lastly I furnished the place, mostly with the old stuff that was left from the renovation of the house (that slut spent many hours thoroughly cleaning), but I had to buy some new stuff as well. The night before the new furniture was to be delivered I had slut remove his jockstrap and I tied his limbs to his torso in a very strict bondage position. I then added a bowl of piss in his 'room' in the barn and locked him in for the night and next day, so the delivery guys wouldn't see him. As always he wasn't allowed to make any noise, and he was kept plugged, so he couldn't evacuate. He was allowed to pee in his water bowl if he managed to move his body into position, but he knew he had to keep his bedroom clean.

Six weeks after he had moved into the barn I had found some signs of pee in his hay after he had been locked up for a day. I had gone shopping wanting some new clothes to the nearest city which was a couple of hours drive away. I didn't go there that often as it took most of the day so decided to treat myself to a meal and a visit to the movies having come this far. When I got home much later than I intended after feeding and making a fuss of the dogs and unpacking my purchases I felt tired so decided to have an early night so shut the dogs in their kennel and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning and there was no sign of slut kneeling waiting to drink my morning piss I remembered I hadn't let him out yesterday when I got home. After breakfast I went to the barn and opened his room. He had been in there for nearly twenty four hours. I called him to me and that was when I noticed a damp patch near the doorway. I sniffed it and slut looked frightened. The hay had only been down for a couple of weeks so wasn't due to be changed for at least another two weeks. I berated him for being a filthy animal, comparing him to the dogs who would never mess in their kennel. I think he realized then he was going to be severely punished.

First I made him get all of the hay out of his room and carry it in his hands while crawling to the compost heap (the pissed part he had to carry in his mouth). He couldn't carry much in his closed fists as he crawled or he dropped bits along the way which he then had to go back and clear up. Next I made him spread a thin layer of fine gravel over the floor that had been left over from some of the building work. That was going to be his bed for the next two weeks. As he obviously loved lying in piss, every night when I put him to bed I pissed on him and locked him in. This meant of course for two weeks I had no one to drink my piss but us masters have to make sacrifices to make sure our slaves learn. So every morning I had to walk to the barn open up his room and piss on him. Also for those two weeks every time I gave him permission to piss he had to go to his room take of his jock and lie on his back and piss. He of course was not allowed to touch his worm so it would shoot in all directions, sometimes hitting the roof when he was particularly desperate. At the end of the two weeks I made him wash the gravel by putting it in his mouth and sucking it before crawling to the pile and spitting it out. It took him nearly the whole of Sunday to do this. He then had to scrub the whole of his room, floor, walls and ceiling with bleach and when it was dried I finally allowed him to put down a new layer of hay.

I had warned him then if I ever found a drop of pee in there again he would be more severely punished and he would do without hay for a year, so I didn't think he would risk making a mess. To help him I didn't give him any food the night before and of course he would have to fast that day as I don't approve of eating food in the bedroom, but this was not a big problem. He wasn't going to work, study or even move, so he wouldn't be expending a lot of energy!

The boys were due to arrive on the day of slut's 12th birthday, and the night before their arrival I prepared him in the basement to receive his other master and sirs. As I finished adjusting slut in place and was about to leave him for the night, I informed him of some rules and extra information for their stay.

"I've decided to give you a day off from work tomorrow, as a birthday gift. You'll have the opportunity to thank me for that later, don't worry. One more thing slut. I told you already that Ben is also your master, but I don't want you to cause any friction between the boys. So when the others are present, if they allow you to speak, you are to address him as sir, just like the others understood?"

Slut nodded his head in agreement. He wouldn't have spoken anyway but couldn't because his mouth was plugged.

"Oh, and once I leave, it's ok for you to make some noises, but no crying! And you stop when I come back during the night to readjust your position."

The trio arrived just after lunch in Christian's car. It was a hot summer day, so I was just in my shorts to greet them and welcome them to my home. They explained that the other brothers would arrive a bit later today, as they had had to stop somewhere to change a flat tire (it was a long ride after all).

"So, where is Finn?" Jonas asked at some point in the conversation, holding what appeared to be a birthday gift for my boy.

"Oh, we will talk about him in just a minute. Listen guys, there is something I need to tell you before we continue. I've been holding this secret for too long, and now I feel that I just… need to let it out. I have known for a long time that you guys were fucking the kid from the very beginning, when he was eight."

I let the truth sink in for a while, there was an uncomfortable silence and worried looks were exchanged between the boys, until I continued.

"Don't worry guys, I know it was not your fault. The kid is a slut! Let me tell you how I discovered his true nature."

I saw relieved looks come on all their faces at this comment, and now I had their full attention.

"I think you remember how his bitchy mom used to travel a lot right? The kid was still eight years old, on the first of his mom's trips. I was really horny on those days, without sex, but for some reason I fell asleep before I could jerk-off. Anyway, I started to dream that Anna was giving me a blowjob, and I woke up after cumming to find the little slut nursing on my cock and slurping my cum down his throat! Then he begged to drink my piss, and that's when I knew he needed to be disciplined, otherwise he would just offer himself to any man or boy on the street."

The boys muttered in agreement.

"Well boys, I found out that he offered himself to the two of you, just a few days after that, when you were babysitting him. He didn't want to tell me, but I saw your cum leaking out of his slutty hole, and then I forced him to tell me the truth. Initially he tried to lie and told me you guys forced him, but I would have none of that. I already knew that he was a confirmed slut because he had sucked me dry just some days before.

"And I felt that, since he had made you guys fuck him, it was his duty to keep you satisfied from then on, so I let him continue to rape your cocks with his ass and mouth. But he had to tell me everything he asked you to do with him, just so I could try and keep his sluttishness under control. And soon he started to have you fucking him as well." I turned to Ben.

"I really tried to keep him under control, spanked him, removed his toys and even increased the amount of housework he had to do, but nothing seemed to work. One time I even discovered that he used his mom's credit card to buy a dildo! But he also told me how you guys started to spank him to correct his wrongdoings, and you can't know how grateful I was that you had decided to share the burden of taking care of his discipline.

"But despite your help, his slutty behavior continued to get worse. I discovered that he thought your friend Derek was hot, and on your birthday last year he asked the guy to fuck him, but I think you knew that already, right? The final straw was when I allowed him to go to your going-away party, thinking that he would manage to control his craving as there would be several unknown boys there. As you know I had to travel at the time, so I think he felt he could let his sluttishness take control and I wouldn't be able to punish him. And them he begged every single guy to fuck him for two days and nights!"

The boys looked between themselves and decided to go along with my version of the facts.

"Well Mr. Shoemaker, thanks for being so honest. I have to say it's a relief to know that you don't blame us for what has happened between us. Just for my knowledge, does this have anything to do with your decision to move here?" Christian asked.

"Sure man, but you guys can call me Erik. You know that his mom abandoned him with me as she discovered about his faggy nature. As you know, I work from home, and that means I had no other reason to live there without her. And quite frankly his sluttishness was really getting out of control by that time, so I decided to move here, to this small farm. I think you've had the opportunity to meet my friend Lukas, the veterinarian. He lives less than two hours drive from here, so he's been helping me a lot. As you will have noticed we are really isolated here so the little slut didn't have any opportunities to seduce other boys, and so I thought I'd finally manage to control his urges and get some peace. But in the absence of other males to seduce I found out that the sicko started to offer himself to the dogs!"

The look on their faces showed me that had really surprised the boys!

"I was so disgusted with this behavior that I moved him out of the house, and now he lives in the barn. I still have to keep his ass plugged at all times, otherwise he gets the dogs to fuck him all day long. But still, I think the dogs are not to blame for his faults, so I let them have him as their bitch every other weekend. To be honest, I don't think of him as a boy anymore, not even as a human being. 'It's' just another of my possessions, just like this chair or the dogs. Well, if you think about it, he is a bitch for the dogs, so in the ranking of my possessions he is placed below them, but this chair is an inanimate object, so I think he is slightly more important than it, but please don't let him know that! I guess he is at the same level as my chickens."

The boys didn't say anything at that time, but were clearly no longer feeling as uncomfortable. Actually, I could see that some of them were starting to get aroused by the tale.

"I stopped addressing him by his old name, and decided to rename him slut. I think you'll all agree with me that this is a more suitable name for him. Well boys, I hope you won't regret coming all the way here to discover all of this. I prepared the basement for you guys, and he's waiting for you down there. He insisted on being put in a position that should bring some of your old memories back. He's been in the position since last night, so I guess he will be really excited by now, to see you guys again! Oh, just one other thing. Do you see that cattle trough over there? It's his urinal, but you guys feel free to use it as well. It's also where he gets his drinks from, so if he needs to take a leak or to drink something, would you mind walking him there? You can use this leash and attach it to his collar, it's easier to control him that way. You guys can go down to the basement now if you want, I'll stay here and wait for your friends."

I'd started to train slut for this moment two months ago. On that first day, he was working outside and I chose the moment when he was crawling back from the cattle trough to continue with his work and summoned him to the front porch. He hadn't even had time to get back on his feet for his work, so he just diverted his crawling in my direction and stopped by my feet looking upwards while waiting for further instructions.

"Go back to your bedroom and bring back here all of your plugs. You can use your hands to pick them up but you will need to carry them using your mouth only."

After I gave him his orders he crawled to his barn and started to bring to my feet all of his old plugs. He started by stuffing his mouth with the two smallest ones at the same time. Then he brought the ones the brothers gave him at their birthday parties. Those were stretching his lips and filling up his mouth which could be clearly seen by the pressure exerted on his cheeks by the cocks' heads. Finally he brought the last one they gave him, the foot [30 cm] long cock.

"Ok slut, this is the one I want. Take the smaller ones back to your room and come back here."

He did as ordered, but looked really frightened when he came back to me. I threw a tube of lube at his face and ordered him to lube up the plastic cock, which he did, still in silence as a good slave should be. Then I removed the plug in his ass and ordered him: "Sit on it."

My objective was to train him to take that whole thing inside his ass before the boys got here. And it took him a lot of practice, alongside with several punishments for slacking off and making sounds while stuffing his ass, but he finally managed to get it all, deep inside his ass. He was even forced to use it instead of his usual one for a whole day (and earned several punishment spankings on that day either for being too slow while working or by moaning out of turn), but by the end of the day there wasn't a single drop of blood coming from his ass, thanks to his pre-conditioning.

As the boys got downstairs, they were greeted by the sight of a bound slut wearing his jockstrap, chastity cage and slave collar and with his mouth and throat stuffed by the vibrator they gave him last year. His forearms were tied together behind his head and attached to a piece of wood, connected to a pulley on the ceiling. His ankles tied to his thighs, knees separated by a spreader bar and being forced down by a 20kg kettlebell hanging from the spreader bar, which combined with his arm restraints were keeping his body fully stretched, with his ass engulfing the whole 30cm [12"] dildo that was mounted on a traffic cone.

I had gone back during the night to force him down on the dildo. While I had been prepared to work all night, it had only taken four readjustments over a short three hour period for his hole to engulf that monstrosity. Unfortunately (for him) he didn't notice me coming and I caught him moaning on two out of those four times, so I had to flog both his back and front to punish him for his disobedience. But he had managed to enjoy that whole thing in his ass for at least fourteen hours before the boys joined him. And of course, I had installed a TV in the basement for the studs' enjoyment and used the phone formerly owned by slut to take control of it and secretly film everything going on down there, it was just like the old times.

From the video I could see that slut was moaning around his gag, but he stopped immediately as the boys opened the basement door, probably thinking it was me entering the space. The boys walked down one by one, and laughed hard at the sight, totally getting the reference to their parties.

It got them all reminiscing about their old memories, and Ben added his bit by playfully punching slut's overstretched abs. He looked surprised by how strong slut's abs felt on his knuckles now, a consequence of the exhaustive hard work that he had to do on a daily basis here at the farm. For the stud all that meant was he could go harder, and while he continued to punch his fag he started to feel something unusual with his hands.

"Fuck, there is something poking his belly, from the inside. I felt it while I was punching him. Look at that guys!"

"It looks like… Hold on guys, I think it's that last dildo we gave him, the black one!" Jonas commented.

"Shit, I think you're right bro! Is that the dildo we gave you slut?"

The still silent kid just barely nodded his head, giving me the impression that even the slightest movement could put him in pain, and he was clearly trying to avoid it while still being polite to the boys.

"Good job slut, you've managed to get it all in you!" Christian complimented him.

They stayed there for a while, just staring at slut, but Christian soon approached him, I thought to remove him from his bound position (and so thought the fag, from the look of relief I saw on his face), but the stud only removed the gag from his mouth, leaving him still stretched, bound and plugged, but now 'free' to speak.

"Well, first of all happy birthday boy! Don't you have anything to say? I just wished you a happy birthday, don't start being a brat!"

"T-th thank you s-sir."

Wow, his voice sounded so different in the basement! Or perhaps it was due to the fact that I had hardly got to hear it for the last eight months, and then it was only a couple of words. Well, now we could hear clearly the voice cracks, a sign that he had reached puberty, totally different from the old permanently hoarse voice as a consequence of his throat fucks the boys knew.

They continued to question him, as the boys (mostly Christian and Jonas to be honest) seemed to be very curious about slut's life on the farm, specially about his close relation with Finn and Jaeger. As the boys were chatting the other pair of brothers descended down the stairs. They'd arrived a few minutes earlier and I just welcomed them and told them that the guys were waiting for them in the basement. As soon as they were seen, the boys stopped talking with slut to tell their mates about his life on the farm over the last year. Well, he had spoken more in those minutes than he had over the whole year, so it was good for his vocal chords to have a bit of a rest, I guess.

When the boys finished chatting, they decided it was time to starting using their fag, so they finally removed him from the cone and removed the spreader bar from his knees, keeping his lower limbs restrained as well as the other bar stretching his elbows. And, of course, the foot long cock that they gave him as a gift last year was kept deeply implanted in his rectum and colon. But the mouth was free, and that's what the boys used to get their relief.

They all took their time fucking slut's mouth, and since there were five cocks for him to service, it took him about 90 minutes to get all of their cum and piss. Ben was the last one to use him, and all of us were impressed by the view of Ben's cock. Well, not all of us, I think Jonas was used to seeing his mate's impressive dick in the locker room at school, but apart from him we all were affected by the view of Ben's manhood. It was already longer than Christian's and perhaps even a bit longer than Derek's. In girth I think he had already surpassed all of us, which was really impressive considering that the boy was only 16 years old – and mind you, none of us were small in the cock department. From the look of things, the fucker would get longer than me even before reaching 18 years of age! Once finished he only gave slut his cum, reserving his piss for another purpose.

"I think it's time for his walkies, and I want to christen his piss booth as well, so I'll take him there guys. Fuck, where is his leash man? I can't find it. Oh yeah, there it is, thanks bro. And you keep quiet slut, I've heard enough of your irritating voice already."

He walked up the stairs and out of the basement dragging slut by his leash behind him. He was able to crawl after his master as the boys had unbound his arms but Ben hadn't given them time to release his bound legs. It was no big deal as he could crawl perfectly well while bound that way, he had had lots of practice.

The other boys stayed in the basement chatting and investigating the place while Ben dragged his slave to the trough. I saw from my office that once there slut pissed as he was already used to do, doggy style. He had to remove his jockstrap to do so, and I imagined that Ben would get to see his cage, but apparently the stud was not focusing on him, much less on his encased dicklet and balls, so I think he didn't notice it. Ben took out his cock and pissed alongside slut, and once both finished and slut had put his underwear back on he licked Ben's cock clean.

After that I saw that Ben asked slut something and he pointed in the direction of the broken down shed. His other master must have enquired about where did he take a crap, and he indicated the way. While they were walking to slut's toilet I opened my office window, so now I could hear their 'dialogue' from a distance. Once there, Ben unleashed slut and ordered him to remove the plug in his ass. He left that obscene thing there by Ben's feet and went inside the derelict building to shit, cleaning his hole with the water hose following the full routine despite his bound legs. Ben seemed amused at it. Once finished slut crawled to Ben's feet and waited for his orders.

"Go on, put it back inside your ass," Ben ordered, while indicating the plastic cock. Slut tried to sit on the thing, and even from my office I could see his face contort in pain. "Hurry up fag, I have other things to do. And the boys are waiting."

Slut put more effort into the task, but he didn't manage to get more than the first third of that thing back inside his ass. Of course it would only have had any residual lube from when it had been inserted in his ass the day before, which I guessed wouldn't be much if any.

"Ok, fine. You can keep it out for now. We're going to be using your ass anyways," was Ben's final decision. "Carry it back with you. Use your mouth, you idiot, just like you did with my gym clothes when you stayed at my place."

Ben's weakness might have been disappointing for some of you, but I think I was partially to blame for that. The stud noticed me looking at them from my window, and I think he wasn't yet at ease with me in the audience, so he probably decided to accelerate things and move it back to the privacy of the basement. Slut quickly stuffed his overstretched mouth with the obscene dildo while Ben re-attached the leash to his collar and they walked (or crawled) silently back to the basement.

"Hey guys, we're back! And slut is ready to be fucked, so let's start!" Ben added, and quickly smacked slut's red ass.

The boys established a fucking order that started with Jonas and ended with Magnus. Although they didn't say it out loud it was clear that the order was based on cock sizes, so slut would get fucked by Jonas, Christian, Derek, Ben and Magnus, in that order.

"Spit the gag fag! Uh, sorry I forgot. Spit the gag, slut!" Christian laughed while speaking in front of the kneeling slave.

"I don't think he is going to be bothered if we keep using his old nicknames, right fag?" his bro added, and slut confirmed by nodding his head.

"Shit man, look at that! There is a hole in the middle of his… hole!"

We all laughed at Jonas' comment. He was referring to the fact that after being stuffed with the super dildo for such a long time his ass didn't appear to close anymore. I'd noticed that already, during his practices, but it was probably just a temporary consequence, although I'd never left him unplugged for long enough to properly evaluate if the gap would completely close, always stuffing him with his usual dildo quickly after removing the foot long one.

"Lets move it to the sofa, it will be more practical that way," Jonas commented.

Once there he ordered the kneeling slave to bend over the couch's arm, exposing his ass to be fucked. His bro apparently wanted to take his mouth meanwhile, and he sat on the sofa, quickly grabbing slut's head and rubbing it over his covered cock, to a general laugh.

"I want you to suck on my cock while my bro fucks your ass. And you better do a really good job sucking me, but be warned that you are forbidden to make me cum while sucking me. My jizz goes inside your ass today fag!"

This would be really interesting to watch! How would he be able to perform a good blowjob but not make Christian cum at the same time? It sounded impossible to me, so regardless of the result I had the impression slut would be punished.

"Keep your ass tightened slut, I want to feel some pressure on my cock from the start. Oh yeah, that's it slut. And you better keep that pressure on all the way till I cum."

Jonas forced his dry cock into slut's now tightened hole, but although the fag was clearly in pain he didn't emit any sounds. The stud than started to pound slut's ass really hard, while his bro quickly removed the belt from his jeans.

"Last time we were in a similar situation you tried to remove my cock from your mouth, so I came prepared. Put your hands behind your back, now!"

He then used both his and his bro's belts to cinch tightly slut's forearms behind his back, and he was now ready to fuck their toy's mouth.

From time to time Christian would comment on slut's performance, something like 'spank his ass bro, he is doing a lousy job' or 'nice slut, but you better not make me cum, or you'll be a very sorry fag'. It took a bit more than twenty minutes, but Jonas finally came inside slut's ass, being quickly replaced by his bro while the fag expertly cleaned his cock.

The other boys liked the arrangement created by Christian, and went along with it, always enforcing that slut would need to do a good job while not making them cum at the same time. The fucker would also say that slut better keep his ass tightened around their cocks not only to increase their pleasure, but also to avoid any leakage. And that way, after Jonas all boys were lubed with slut's own saliva, as well as the cum already deposited inside his hole. The other boys took only about fifteen minutes each to cum inside slut's ass, this was probably due to the fact that they were all being stimulated by his mouth prior to fucking him.

The last one to fuck him was Magnus, and since there were no one for slut to suck this time, the stud decided to move the action to a wooden coffee table, one of the old pieces of furniture from before the renovation work. He ordered slut to crawl to the place and lay on all fours on top of the wooden surface, which he did with some difficulties as, you may remember, his ankles were still tied to his thighs. But once he got on it, he was at the perfect angle to be fucked by the stud. Like the others after about fifteen minutes the stud came inside the fag's ass. But at that same time, while his bro was still unloading inside slut's ass something else caught Derek's attention.

"Shit bro, I think the fag pissed himself while you were fucking him!"

Chapter 21

They all looked surprised by the revelation, including the fag! There was some wetness visible in his jockstrap and some liquid on the wooden surface of the old coffee table. It was just a small volume, but more than enough to deserve a thorough spanking in my view. What was going on? Slut had never ever pissed himself before, not even that night when he was left stretched, plugged and barely conscious with Ben's piss inside his ass.

"Well, well. What do you have to say in your defense fag? Go on explain yourself and if you convince us we might go a bit softer on your punishment," Magnus offered, while removing his cock and forcefully smacking slut's ass.

"I… I d… hhmghmmgm."

Magnus wanted his cock cleaned before slut could say something, of course!

"Go on fag, explain yourself!" he repeated after removing his cock from slut's mouth.

"I d… I don't know what happened sirs, I swear! I couldn't feel any pee going out of my wiener, and it was a bit numb because of my cage, so I didn't feel anything going out sirs. Please, believe me ma… sir, I swear!"

This last sentence was directly addressed to Ben, and slut could have created animosity among the boys, but he quickly remembered my orders and stopped himself just in time.

"What cage are you talking about fag?" Ben surprisingly questioned slut directly.

"The cage on my willy s… sir."

"Take off your fag strap. Shit! What is that thing around his worm, guys?" Ben questioned.

"Hey, I've heard of those before, but never got to see one in real life. This is a cock cage guys! It prevents fags from releasing their cum or even getting erections," Derek commented, before he continued to examine at the fluid more closely.

"Hold on guys, this is not piss. Oh fuck, I think slut just came, while you were fucking him man! And with his dicklet trapped in that thing! It seems really tight in there, look, bits are trying to escape at the sides. What a total fag you are slut! I never knew someone could cum from being fucked, well at least not a male. And without even touching your dicklet. Not that you could, with that fucking thing around it. And you didn't tell us you could cum already slut. Hold on, how old did you tell us you were today?"

If you are lost by this reference, they'd never actually asked this question, but slut submissively replied:

"T- twelve sirs."

"Yeah, the age sounds right. But from the look of things, I think this is the first time for you, right? No speaking fag!"

It was Ben again, so slut nodded his head in confirmation.

"Well, from what Derek just told us, if your owner decided to put that thing around your nasty worm, it means you were not supposed to release your cum, so I guess we will have to punish you for that. And unless you want to make things even worse for yourself, you better lick that table clean of your dirty cum right now!"

Ok, from what I had said before I think you realized that what Ben had just said was not completely in line with my thoughts. But, you know, I'd already told slut that Ben was also his co-master, and that his orders were all valid as long as they didn't contradict any of mine. To be honest I didn't see a way out of it, so to avoid challenging Ben's status I would have to ensure that slut was properly punished whenever he came without permission from now on. And it wasn't really possible for me to predict when he was getting aroused enough to cum, while at the same time I certainly wasn't planning on giving him permission to release his spunk any time he got fucked. So it seemed likely he would never get my permission to cum, meaning that, unfortunately, I would need to punish him whenever he got his cum milked out of him.

Once slut finished cleaning the coffee table the boys threw him off it and he landed on the floor. His bound limbs were protecting some key body parts for the thrashing he was about to receive, so the boys decided it was a good time to set his arms and legs free. Then Ben ordered him to get back on his knees and to place his hands behind his head in preparation for his punishment.

"Ok slut, we will all take our turn to punish you now. You remain there, just like you are and remember to keep your ass tight shut to hold our cum inside. Oh, and you wait until all of us finish before you thank us."

While Ben had been speaking to slut, he was rolling his belt around his fist. Slut knew what that meant, but his orders were clear: no speaking (a previous order never rescinded), don't move and keep your ass shut. Meanwhile, Jonas was doing the same behind slut's back, so it looks like both of them would punish him at the same time.

As promised by Ben, they all had a go belting the fag. The guys were apparently trying to avoid his head, but Magnus appeared to have unintentionally hit his face, and now he had a red stripe starting at his left eye, crossing his nose and all the way to his right cheek. There were tears streaming from his left reddened eye after that, but I think this was not really voluntary, so I didn't feel like punishing him for crying without permission. The boys were probably not as hard on him as they had been in the past, and slut didn't get to bleed. Or perhaps his skin was growing tougher from his repeated punishments, and now he could finally receive a proper flogging without bleeding that easily.

Regardless of the reason, he did manage to obey all of the boys' orders, and gratefully thanked all of their feet afterwards! By then they sent him to face a far corner still in his punishment position while they chatted and watched TV. They had their own catching up to do, and from the look of things it seems that they had completely forgot slut was there! I was personally starting to get worried, mostly because they hadn't remembered to replug his ass which I didn't like at all. It was also getting late, time to give him his dinner, so I decided to go down there and set things straight.

"Hey guys, sorry to disturb you. It's just that some hours ago, after Ben walked slut to his trough, I noticed that his ass was left unplugged. I knew he would want you all to fuck him but I have just noticed that his standard plug was upstairs, so I decided to bring it down here for you. Also, its getting close to his dinner time, so would you mind walking him to the kennel in about half an hour, so he can enjoy his meal with the dogs?"

"Sure man," Ben replied.

"Great, see you guys later then! Oh, wait a minute I see that you had to punish him already guys! What did he do this time?"

This finally brought their attention back to slut, who by that time had been holding his punishment position for about two hours after his belting.

"He came without permission," was Christian's straight answer.

"Fuck slut, I didn't know you were cumming already! Why didn't you tell me, stupid?"

Right as if I would have allowed him to speak anyway. Well, it was accurate to say I didn't know he was already ejaculating, but I had had some indications that he was growing and getting erections. I knew he had grown pubic hair which as far as I knew came around the time someone started to be able to cum. I'd also started to notice that he would at times stop his work and slightly hunch while groping his encased dick, which I had guessed was due to him experiencing a painful erection inside the cage. I'd also noticed that at random times some wet spots would appear on his jockstrap. Initially I thought those might be from piss, but they were not always appearing after he visited his trough, so I started to suspect it was pre-cum, and once I had noticed some escaping from his encased dick while he was naked servicing the dogs.

"We believe it was his first time Mr… hmm, sorry, still not used to that, man! He came while being fucked by Magnus here," Jonas said while patting the fucker's shoulder, who just grinned.

"Shit, the fag came while being fucked in the ass? To be honest, I didn't know if he would be able to cum with the… contraption I put on his dicklet. Well, at least you guys were here to put him in his place, thanks for that guys!"

"No problem man," Magnus replied, and I thanked them all once again before exiting the basement. Then Jonas went to pick up the plug I left there, but Derek had another idea in mind.

"Hold on guys, why don't we put that other dildo back instead of this one? We know that he can take it all, and with all of our cum in his ass acting as lube, it should be easy to get that thing inside."

"You know what, you're right mate! And we still have about half an hour, which should be more than enough time to get that thing inside him." Christian replied, then he picked up the black dildo from the floor and started to boss slut around.

"Come here slut. Lick that thing clean and drool all over it cause it's going back inside your ass."

Slut did as ordered, clearly trying to apply a lot of 'lube' all over his old and long friend, and once the boys were satisfied they ordered him to start sitting on it.

"Fuck, he's got less than half of it inside, and it seems that he is not progressing at all!" Derek commented, sounding frustrated.

But Ben would have none of that and ordered slut to really force the thing in his ass. He managed to get a little extra in, but that was it. Now the boys saw that they would need to help him, otherwise the thing would never go in. So they changed slut's position several times while keeping to force that thing inside his intestines. It took them 28 minutes with a lot of suffering on slut's side, and he even moaned once or twice, but they finally managed to get it all inside, leaving nothing but the large base sticking out. They then fixed slut's harness really tight to hold the dildo in place and Jonas took his leash (yeah, you might have noticed that they hadn't unleashed slut since Ben came back with him from the 'walkies') and they all climbed upstairs.

Slut was crawling with some difficulties, probably due to the obscene dildo now re-stuffing his ass after a short respite, but Jonas kept tugging on his leash, effectively making him follow his sir's footsteps towards the kennel. I followed them shortly afterwards, carrying the dog food ready to fill up their bowls. Once I got there, Finn and Jaeger were already coming back from their play time. They seemed interested by the smell coming from slut's plugged ass, and stayed there for a while sniffing and licking their bitch's backside. Meanwhile, I first filled up slut's bowl and then went up to theirs. The dogs soon started to eat from their bowls, but slut stayed there, waiting for his supplement. But I wanted one of the boys to help him this time.

"He needs someone to piss in his bowl before he can start eating it guys. This dog food is too hard on his teeth."

They all laughed at that, and Magnus offered to help. We chatted while the dogs ate, I even commented on the fact that slut was wearing the engorged plug instead of the normal one.

"He probably likes it better now, so maybe we'll stick with it from now on," I added, just to play with his faggy mind a bit. It would certainly not feel as good for me to fuck a loose hole, and that is what would happen if we kept that thing in his ass permanently.

Once they finished, I gave slut some piss from my cock, unleashed him and sent him to his trough to piss. He was ordered to go to the back porch when finished, waiting for us in his punishment position. He is used to waking up very early to work on his tasks, and as a consequence he normally goes to sleep soon after dinner. But since the boys were here I imagined that they would want to keep him for the night. We all went inside to chat, drink and eat some stuff, leaving slut waiting for us in his punishment position for nearly another two hours. At the end of that time we were all a bit tipsy, but I remembered to inform them that slut needed to be unbound and ready to work by 5.

"Hold on guys, I think I have something to make things easier for us all tomorrow."

I then went to pick up his old watch. I know I told him that it would be burned alongside with all of his other possessions, but I was a bit concerned about the batteries exploding while on the fire and decided to save it. It turned out to be a good decision! So I set the alarm for 5am, on silent mode. When the guys proceeded to go down now, I went out and attached his watch just above his cuff, on his left arm. He was getting stronger and building up some muscles now, so I think this was the last year this childish watch would still fit on his arm.

The boys used him throughout the night and he didn't manage to get much sleep, but was awake and ready to work by five. This continued while the boys were here, some nights they allowed him to go to sleep earlier, but for most nights he only got a maximum of three to four hours of sleep. With his sleep deprivation and so many people bossing him around, with some contradicting instructions, there were several punishment opportunities. After that second day and night with the huge plug inside, we did switch it back to his standard one. By then slut's mind was so fucked up that he looked genuinely grateful to have his standard plug back in, and was even more compliant and submissive to us all.

Lukie showed up while the boys were here, to care for the animals (and Ben looked to be particularly interested in his work as a vet), so during the peak of activities, slut had seven men to service. But the vet wasn't here by accident, it was one of those pre-scheduled visits, when slut got his vitamin shots. And since Ben sounded so interested, the vet offered to guide him so he could do the injection in slut's ass (and by the way he later remarked how the stud did a really good job, "showing a natural talent", in his words). Of course being new to giving injections Ben did rather force it in, which of course causes more pain. So in addition to everything else he was going through, slut had to deal with even more pain than those shots generally caused him. As it had worked so well the first time, Lukie had kept that old horse needle solely for slut's injections.

On the Friday night it was time for him to be a bitch again, and although Derek and Magnus had intended to leave they managed to re-arrange their commitments to witness such a special occasion. Lukie had also made an excuse to his wife and come over. He hadn't wanted to miss the show having not seen it since that first time.

After a strenuous working day which Ben had volunteered to supervise, and still under the effect of sleep deprivation, slut looked really depleted. The others had had a lazy day, even taking an afternoon nap. They were also feeling the effects of their efforts over the last few nights On the other hand, the dogs were really excited, as they always seemed to know when it was their Friday evening and what awaited them later on, after dinner.

Slut was also fully aware of his fate, he knew from his schoolday breaks that this was the second weekend after he had last serviced his breeders. But even if he for some reason had forgotten that, the boys couldn't contain their excitement and had been continuously reminding him of this highly anticipated event, over the last few days. So after I went to inspect his work, which unsurprisingly, as Ben had supervised it, was of the highest standard, I released him to go piss and lap up some liquid from his piss trough as well as take a shit and properly clean his hole.

You might think he was already used to his push ups, but as he had to wash his ass six times with ten push ups per rinse, there were a minimum of sixty each time. With the boys there to closely scrutinize his technique and demand repeats for any unsatisfactory sets. Anything from failing to touch the ground with his chest, or using his hips to help or not holding the position at the top and bottom for long enough or for too long added an extra set of ten to the sixty! And being as tired as he was, it took him a lot of effort and self-awareness to finally reach the target.

But once he was done Derek, who was supervising his cleaning on that day, walked him to the front porch where we were all waiting and the stud handed me his leash. Then I started to talk.

"Ok slut, I am sure you know what is going to happen after your dinner, right? But we are so kind that we've decide to help you out, so all seven of us are going to fuck you now and deposit our cum deep inside you, and that way you will be all lubed up for the dogs. But first we need to take out your plug. Ok, crawl to your room while cleaning your plug in your mouth, and once there you can take off your jock as well. Let me unleash you so you can go and store it all in your room, then you come back here."

While he was out we once again took the ottoman (that Magnus remarked looked incredibly similar to one they have at their place) and once slut was over it, on all fours, we were ready to fuck him. We repeated the cock size order, meaning that Lukie and then I were the last ones to fuck his ass, while Jonas was the first. This was another treat for slut! Since we were not going to use any lube, it would be surely less painful for him if we started with the shortest of our cocks.

We had to be fast though, as the dogs were already growing impatient with the wait. This was easily achievable if we went extra hard in his ass, plus at the boys' suggestion we kept the concept of him sucking us before being fucked (still enforcing the rule that he had to do a good job while not making us cum in his throat). He had to lick our cocks clean immediately after the fuck and also keep his ass tightened to avoid losing the dog's lube, of course. Well, with that accelerated pace we all managed to cum inside his ass in less than an hour. That was less than nine minutes per cock, another record for slut!

Once we had all finished I re-leashed him adding as a final note, "Lets go bitch, they are getting impatient for you already."

I then walked slut to their kennel, while Magnus brought the dog food that we would give them. Once again he offered to piss over slut's bowl, reserving the overflow to his water bowl. And when the dogs had finally eaten their food we all stood back by the fence to observe attentively what was going to happen inside. Jaeger of course took the initiative, and was impatiently licking and humping slut's hole as soon as he finished eating. The slave knew he had to eat all of his food before being allowed to play, but he also knew not to try and impede Jaeger in any way, so he continued to passively accept the humping, still keeping his ass tightly closed as he forced down the food he probably loathed.

Once it was all gone, he took his proper fuckee position, with his ass facing up, straight arms and back, ready to receive the dog's member. Jaeger was a bit too eager in the humping, and was nastily scratching slut's back with his claws. Nothing that a bit of antiseptic wouldn't solve, I thought. We were all watching with great attention and when I saw he was in the right position, I quickly ordered slut to open up his hole. The dog went fully in and started to fuck his bitch. The boys were really amused by that, and they were all cheering and praising Jaeger for his feat!

"Good boy Jaeger!", "Go on, fuck your bitch deep and hard my boy!" or "Yeah Jaeger, breed your bitch. Seed a bunch of your puppies inside 'it'."

As you already know after the knot grew inside slut's ass the process was really fast, and Jaeger soon unloaded in his bitch. But you also know that they'd remain attached for a while. By then they were both very used to it all, so the dog didn't try to disengage too quickly, but since slut had stopped being tied to the his 'desk' he had learned he could move around while still attached. The bitch of course had to follow him to avoid being in even more pain. It took them twenty minutes to disengage, and the boys almost in unison ordered the bitch to stop the overflow from his ass by tightening it. Jaeger came back to lick what had escaped and then walked away. That's when Ben decided to reprimand slut!

"Hey, bitch! What the fuck do you think you are doing there? Go after him, you still have work to do!"

At hearing Ben's voice slut went on full alert and looking desperately for Jaeger, immediately crawled after him. The dog thought his bitch wanted to play, and came happily to meet him, but then Ben continued to instruct the fag.

"Use your hands to caress his fur. Now, his belly. Yeah, that's it. Now that he is on his back continue to caress his belly and start to lick and then suck his cock clean. It's your duty as a slut to clean all dicks that go in you, you know that?"

The boys all laughed hard at that. Finn obviously wanted his turn but appeared to be afraid of his brother, so decided to wait for his time with the bitch. Meanwhile, slut started to do as ordered by his master, and after some time the boys seemed to be satisfied with his work.

"That's enough, stop sucking him, but continue to caress his fur. Aren't you forgetting something slut? Now you have to thank him for giving you his spunk! Go on, do it!"

More laughs came from us as he started doing as ordered by his co-master. Slut started to lick one of Jaeger's pawns clean, and once the boys were satisfied they ordered him to move to the next one, until he had licked all four of them to their satisfaction. And then they ordered him to leave Jaeger and crawl towards Finn. But he was still a bit reticent as his brother was dangerously close-by.

"Fuck, another wimpy Finn," Christian commented to a general laugh.

"With this one you have to show some initiative slut. Go on, get closer. Now show him your ass. Now wiggle it!" Jonas spoke but we could barely understand any of it as he, alongside with all of us, was laughing out loud at the whole scene.

Slut of course obeyed all of these orders, and although he had to chase Finn around a bit while constantly offering his ass, at some point the dog got encouraged by his bitch's eagerness and decided it was safe to go for a fuck.

The boys all cheered at that, and like for Jaeger, we instructed him to open up when the dog aligned his cock with his hole. Once he got inside there was another round of whistles and applause. The place where he got fucked by Finn was much closer to where we were. I guess the dog felt safer knowing that their master was close-by to reprimand his brother if he started to be nasty. So this time all of us could see the fuck in more detail. Once again Derek took notice of a detail that had escaped the rest of our attention.

"Fuck guys, look at his dicklet, it's trying to grow inside its cage! It's not only you that got him hard bro, it seems that Finn also knows some tricks!"

At his remark we all looked at his encased worm, and again, more laughs. He didn't get to cum though, which was lucky for him, I guess. At least it meant he escaped another punishment on this very difficult day. The rest went on as for Jaeger, although they were knotted for only ten minutes. But the boys ordered him to hold the cum in his ass, lick Finn's dick clean and thank his paws before summoning him to the fence, where we re-plugged him. Then we left the dogs in peace and went inside to dine ourselves.

It was still summer, so although it was already past 8pm, we had some residual sunlight and could still see the dogs from inside the house happily playing with each other. After dinner, as the boys went down to the basement, I went inside the kennel and sprayed some antiseptic over slut's bruised back. He was already fast asleep, and thinking he deserved some rest I didn't feel the need to wake him up. This was for sure one of the most entertaining days I'd ever experienced in my adult life! I don't remember having laughed that hard before, only perhaps when I was a young child!

After that bonding experience the boys had beheld for the first time, they stayed around for a few more days but eventually were ready to leave. As the time for their farewell approached they all started talking about returning. But any future visits would take a long time to come to fruition, so they clearly made sure to use slut thoroughly and forcefully as their departure date got closer, and I think on their last night together slut didn't get any sleep at all!

After we said our final goodbyes and all the boys left after thanking me for making their visit so great I went to my office to do some work. And as I took a short break after a video meeting, I lounged comfortably in my office chair and watched through the window a zombie like slut working outside, while I was enjoying some of the fine chocolates the boys had brought as his birthday gift.

Chapter 22

It's been a long time since I last updated these journals, almost three years to be more precise! The reason why I didn't feel like writing additional reports was that after the boys' visit, nothing really worth of notice occurred. I think our life became a bit boring in these parts, and apart from Lukie, we didn't receive a single visitor all of this time. But don't let my words fool you, lots of things had happened here.

Slut appears to have adapted very well to his life now and I believe he is growing to become a fine young slave. He is fourteen now, and in about three months he will be fifteen. One could think that the fact he stays most of his days either crawling around or on his knees would, over time, have deformed his physique or impaired his growth, but none of that has turned out to be true. I always make sure to enforce that he needs to hold a good posture, either while crawling, kneeling or when he is allowed to stand up on his feet to work.

Also, the work here at the farm is pretty hard, and although slut's daily food ration does give him enough to grow, there is nothing to spare. So he has almost no body fat, and his tanned body clearly shows his impressive muscle definition nowadays. If he'd had another life, with a body like that he would surely become a stud (although for that he would need to be reborn with another personality as well).

The routine didn't change that much, but there were some updates. Nowadays slut is only allowed inside the house when it's time to clean it. It means I don't get to receive my daily morning blowjobs while still in bed, which is a pity. But I used to have to spend some of my time washing him at the end of his workday, every day and the only reason for that was to cut down on the dirt and smell his presence brought into the house. Now he only gets washed the night before in preparation for his housecleaning duties, twice a week, so this gives me some extra time for my own interests. With his growth we'd had to adjust his food and nutrients intake, so now his breakfast formula is composed of a 1/3 oats and 2/3 of his nighttime kibble alongside with some of my piss, all mixed up. That means his breakfast needs to be eaten outside as well, as I don't want to have his smelly food stinking up my house, so I just leave it for him in a tin by the backdoor entrance, prior to going to bed at night.

These changes also mean I have to clean my own dishes for most of the week, but this is not the end of the world, right? And if I can't be bothered I just let them pile up for him to do on his housecleaning days. Well, when he is allowed inside, the routine is still the same as before: morning blowjobs, cleaning all dishes, nursing on my cock while I correct his school tasks, etc. This reminds me of another activity that was impacted by this new arrangement: school. But that doesn't mean slut's performance was impaired, it's still as good as before! Although the routine has certainly changed. I put another footstool for him to use as a desk outside, by the office window, so he can work out there when not allowed inside. He kneels on the bare ground, which is probably more comfortable for him than the hardwood floors inside except when the snow or frost is around, and as a bonus he often gets an extra dose of morning sun, which is good for him. Not that he needs any extra, with his clothing and working arrangements he gets more than his fair share of sun exposure every day, even during winter. When it rains I let him study on the back porch so his work doesn't get wet, but there he has to write and read on the floor.

Unfortunately, for most days, he can no longer nurse on my cock while I correct his homework, which is a bit sad, but I didn't want him to stop practicing so I got him another dildo. This is the same model as the one he likes to keep in his ass all of the time, almost a replica of my cock, and I've managed to chain it to his slave collar. That way he can keep deep throating on it while I correct his homework, and I can make sure its as deep as it should in his throat just by looking through the window. By the way, whenever he is crawling around he has to keep sucking on that thing while holding it deep down his throat, just to avoid having it hitting the floor or other objects which it would if it was left dangling from his collar.

Since we moved here he has always reached more than 80% in all of his school tests, thus never had to be punished for that specific reason. But as you might remember, even the slightest mistake in his homework caused him to receive a well deserved punishment. And I can't remember a single week when he wasn't punished for some minor mistakes since his homeschooling started! The same is true for his housecleaning tasks, as well as for his general farm work. All it means is that I needed to keep spanking him almost every day, and so I stopped even bothering to tell him why he was being punished anymore.

He finally learned to keep his mouth always shut and so I sometimes barely notice his presence. He had become so silent that I've recently started to worry a bit that he might lose the ability to speak altogether! That's why I decided to add another subject to his school tasks: speaking. And to perform this activity he has to combine it with some composition as well. Basically he has to write an original essay of at least eight hundred words about how he adores one part of my body (or one of my body fluids) and recite it to me every other week.

Slut is a teenager now, and the old rule about the use of rude words seemed a bit silly at his age. So I just decided to rescind it, and now he can express his feelings much more naturally. As I said, these have to be original texts, and I make sure to enforce this rule by punishing him whenever I notice that the new text is repeating bits from one of his old ones. I have kept them all so I can easily check. To keep coming up with new ideas, I believe that nowadays he spends most of his 'free' time thinking about my body for his speaking classes. I've also frequently caught him clearly staring at me, probably trying to decide which body part he would be focusing on in his following essay. Yeah, I know I said creativity would no longer be part of his life anymore as he became a slave, but it turned out I was completely wrong on that!

But I have to say, even though I like to hear and read how 'I love when Master pounds my ass really hard with his amazing cock' or how 'I can't get enough of Master's piss, specially when it's squeezed deep inside my cunt', I have reasons to suspect he is not being completely honest with me in those essays. At one time, while he was cleaning the house, the TV was on and I guess he got a glimpse of some bikini-clad girls. That apparently triggered a painful erection of his encased dick.

He was naturally punished for the unacceptable distraction from his task, but after that occurrence I thought that, now that he was a teenager, it would be appropriate to test his sexuality. And I did that by intentionally exposing him to images of half naked men as well as other images and videos of girls in bikinis or in sexy outfits. I must tell you I was surprised by the fact that not only didn't his dicklet appear to react to any of the men but it desperately tried to erect at all the girls, even getting some pre-cum stains on his jocks after checking out some of the hot ladies!

Well, it turns out that slut wasn't a fag after all, and he might even have been telling the truth when he said in the past that he didn't like when the boys used his holes. You might be surprised to hear the news, and I think I was a bit as well, but the truth is I don't give a shit whether he likes or hates to service us men! He is a slave now, my slave, so his opinions and desires are completely irrelevant. And if I am to be completely honest with you, from that first time he sucked me dry, when his mom was traveling, I don't think I ever cared about his willingness. Plus, even though he might be attracted to girls, he is clearly a sub, and just for that reason he doesn't deserve the privilege of using his dick as a man. In fact, I believe that his brain will forever associate the image of hot women with the pain he felt on his cock as it tried to grow, only to be limited by its cage. So even if he could get near them he would likely prefer to refuse the privilege if he was ever to have a say in the matter.

For my part, I think you already know that I am straight, so I do miss getting near the ladies (more specifically inside them). I wouldn't have any problems admitting if I was gay or bi, but that's just not the case at all! In addition to being straight, I am an alpha male and I like to be in control. That's why I love to boss slut around and repeatedly rape his holes, it's the way for me to subjugate him to my will and give full rein to my dominating instincts. With that said, I still need to get pussy, and I'm surely not neglecting this need. In the beginning I would either lock slut in the barn or get Lukie to stay here with him when I went out to get some. But there is no need for that anymore, so whenever I need to go out I just leave him by himself, as he is very clear on what he needs to do. I don't feel a strong need to date, it's mostly the sex with women that I crave and I have some steady like-minded bitches that I shag in some of the nearby towns. So presently I can say that I feel confident enough to get out of the farm at least once a week to seek proper sex.

With my frequent absences in mind, I've created an interesting method to ensure that slut gets to ask permission to stand on his feet, even when I am not reachable. I bought a silicone foot that stays just outside the backdoor, alongside it there is a kitchen timer. Slut's orders are that, whenever I am not available, he has to set the timer and suck on the big toe for five minutes, after that he is automatically granted permission to stand on his feet to perform his work. He is not allowed to touch the toe with anything but his mouth and I usually spread something on it before I go off. What it is depends on my mood but you can rest assured it is never a treat for slut. I have cameras all over the place to ensure slut does as ordered by me, but he is very compliant so I'm not bothered by that at all. And no unwanted visitor ever come to these parts, so that doesn't worry me either.

Apart from during those sexuality tests, I'd noticed that slut's jockstraps were more frequently wet with pre-cum stains. His dick appeared to be leaking almost non-stop, probably as another consequence of his enforced chastity. He still gets to release some seminal fluids from time to time, particularly when he is a bitch for the dogs every other week. I believe this is related to their smaller cock sizes, or perhaps their knot helps to massage and effectively milk his prostate. Of course, as you already know, I have to punish him whenever this happens. I don't think he has any control over it, nor that he gets any pleasure from the act, but Ben had decreed punishment was necessary and it is my role to ensure slut is properly and consistently punished for his faults, among which since then were included those involuntary and apparently orgasmless milking sessions.

I still think the pain in his worm was not only related to the fact he was in permanent chastity, but could be perhaps more associated with the size of his cages. Considering that I'd only got him five cages, and some days after his 12th birthday he was fitted with the second one, I decided I needed to space out his subsequent refits. So by now he had had only one extra refit, his third one, about 1 ½ years after the second. Now his cock was encased in the 9×6.5 cm contraption that was clearly well undersized by now, it had been filled to the brim when it was fitted, a bit more than a year ago. Luckily for him I've decided that the remaining two refits would coincide with his next birthdays, I just hope his dick stops growing by the time he is sixteen. So in just a few months he will have another opportunity to stretch an extra centimeter, and perhaps it will reduce the level of pain he suffers when getting aroused (although on his last base ring refit some months ago I noticed that his dick would already be over 10 cm [4"] length when soft if allowed).

Another topic I remember briefly mentioning in my previous entries is the fact that I thought waxing slut was not an effective method for hair removal, and that I would try to find some alternatives. Well, I did look around and tried several different creams that promised either long term or permanent pubic hair removal. Those were, without a single exception, all full of shit! None worked as promised, and the maximum efficiency I got resulted in a 3 months hairless slut's crotch, but then his pubic hair would start to re-grow. Even when I ignored the warnings about not leaving them on too long and slut got a sore and burnt groin I never managed better. The fuckers really piss me off, specially as they fooled me into buying those ineffective and expensive treatments, and I certainly wasn't intending to spend that amount of money on slut.

Some of the PETA activists amongst you might claim he deserves that, as he is your main source of income through his trust fund. I believe that the money is rightfully mine, to pay for all of his expenses, my tutoring and the inconveniences his presence causes, such as the fact I could not bring ladies to my own home, but there is another reason. As I told you already, most of his inheritance was composed of properties, and I would need to sell some of those to increase his financial reserves to be able to meet the approved withdrawal plan throughout his adolescence. The money was depleting too quickly and from my accounts it would have run out sometime last year if I hadn't managed to increase it.

But I imagine you all have read the news, so you know how fucked up we are, as a country. This last economic crisis that started last year was strongly affecting real estate. What it means is that all of his properties suffered a huge devaluation. But by some stupid regulation I was not allowed to sell any of them below market value, and I had to take the prices from the previous year! Well, I would certainly not be able to sell anything under this stupid rule, so I asked for some advice from my lawyer, and he said what I could legally do was to get a loan from a bank, use the properties as security at their present market value. With the fluctuations in property values alongside the other consequences from the economic crisis they were only prepared to offered to loan us half of the properties estimated current value which turned out to be only a fraction of what we would have been able to get before the crisis. And the interest rates were not very attractive either.

Fortunately there was an alternative. I had enough money, and I could through ES Financial Services and Consulting (ES stands for Erik Shoemaker) replace the bank and loan his trust fund the money needed. My company would apply fair market rates, so slut would get half of the properties value to populate his fund. The interest rates I charged were a bit higher than the banks, but he would get a couple of extra years to repay me. So once it was all settled I (actually ES FS&C) was the legal lien holder of all of the remaining slut's possessions. Since he got only a fraction of the old market value for the properties, the fund will get totally depleted just as he reaches his seventeenth birthday. Lets hope the market improves in the near future then, so we can recover at least part of his properties original value!

Well, as I said guys, lots of changes happened during the years, but I'm sure you'll all agree with me that, apart from one or two interesting events it was mostly pretty boring stuff, right? Luckily for you this recap is not the main reason why I've decided to update these journals. You see, there was a surprise coming for slut this season! Well, actually a double surprise. Two visitors were about to arrive at any moment, and we would get to enjoy their presence during this year's spring holiday week! One of them was a repeat, and I guess in my last update I already gave you a slight hint of who would be the most likely to come back. Exactly, it was Ben!

You remember that on their last visit the boys kept making plans to return and use slut some more, but like many things in life these plans had remained unfulfilled. But I don't blame the boys for that! I am sure they wanted to come back, but as time passed they started to cherish their moments with slut as memories from another time. And while we would certainly be pleased to have them visiting us, I didn't feel it was my place to initiate any conversation with them for that purpose as I didn't want to make them feel pressured. So as they didn't contact me, I assumed that they had moved on with their lives. And after two years without any contact from their side, I think I had finally came to terms with the fact that slut was my burden to carry alone with just Lukie's regular help.

As I've mentioned before, Ben had shown some interest in Lukie's work, and it turned out he had started vet school in our old university, up north, and was already in his second year there! Lukie was of course really proud of having influenced the boy, and I think he felt a bit responsible for him in a sense. They kept in contact and exchanged some information about the university as well as the boy's prospects in his future career, and Lukie even offered to give him some work experience during the summer! I had only known all about it from Lukie, as Ben hadn't got in direct contact with me, not up until six months ago. I guess he was a bit drunk when he sent me a voice mail after a frustrating night out saying that he missed having slut to do anything he wanted. The following day he remembered what he had done and called to say that he was sorry for having disturbed me while drunk, and from that point our conversations restarted, mainly focused on the slave.

He didn't have much contact with slut's old babysitters and additional fuckers anymore. As was normal at that age they had all gone off to different colleges and rather lost touch. Since Ben was the one who had started the conversation and about slut, I didn't feel like I was putting too much pressure or extra responsibilities on him. I felt at ease to tell him how ever since slut had stayed with him that holiday I had felt he had a higher status, that I had considered him as slut's co-master. We've been chatting and reminiscing about the past, exchanging old and new pictures of slut, normally in a servile act or position for the past six months, but we also talked about his experiences at the university. He already had a best mate there, Mats, a mechanical engineering student that had a room on the same floor as his dorm and who apparently shared some of his views about bitches and faggots. In fact his mate had confessed that he co-owned a fag during high school, the little brother of one of his mates, and that's when slut was introduced into their conversation. Ben said he hoped I didn't mind he had spoken to someone else about slut but after knowing about Mats experience he had been sure it was safe. I of course told him I had no objection. So Mats was to be the other visitor, and they were about to arrive at any moment.

Oblivious to their impending arrival, slut was outside with an axe, chopping some wood for the house's fireplaces when the boys arrived. I was waiting on lunch for them, so after Ben introduced Mats and me to each other I invited the pair inside to have some food. Slut was behind the barn doing his work so was unaware of their arrival. During our meal I noticed slut had a short break and crawled to his piss trough, to get a drink.

He was allowed to do this without permission as long as there weren't too many occasions and I didn't get the impression he was using it as an excuse to be lazy. So nowadays he always made a point of scrambling there at the double, have a very quick drink and rushing back to work. It only had taken a couple of punishments of no drinking for two days to persuade him that such breaks should be kept to a minimum.

We had a pleasant meal together eating and having a couple of beers. The conversion flowed naturally as Mats appeared to be very sociable. And of course he was already fully aware of slut's upbringing, and showed no reservations about my methods. In fact he seemed very impressed by everything. I think he had had to be much more careful with his own faggot whose parents' were not as supportive as I had been.

Slut was out of sight again when I accompanied them to the basement, that they would be using while staying with us. There wasn't any heating down there, but they could use an old wood-burning fireplace if they felt it necessary. Winter had officially ended a month or so ago but the weather was rather cold for the time of year. I suspected they would want some heat at night unless they decided the warm bedding I had provided was enough. Slut had had to clean the whole place in advance, of course, but he was unaware that there was a special reason for this extra work. Since the boys' previous visit I had regularly ordered him to clean the place just to keep it in good shape, and as far as slut was concerned this was just one of those 'maintenance cleaning' occurrences.

As we climbed back upstairs the boys were finally ready to go and meet slut! I decided to go inside leaving them to walk to where he was working to meet him. I wanted their experience to be as natural as possible. He had already finished cutting the wood and was now carrying the logs to the barn where they were to be stored, and was so focused on his task that he didn't notice the boys walking over to him. Once the boys got there he was collecting a new batch of logs when he finally saw his co-master in front of him. He just stood there, facing Ben, as if petrified by this highly unexpected encounter. Ben was smiling, but soon showed his discontentment at this disrespect and slapped slut's face really hard, causing him to drop the logs he was carrying to the floor!

"Kneel before your master slave!"

Chapter 23

It appeared that slut finally came up to his senses and dropped to his knees immediately! But I think even he sensed that it was too late already.

"Hands behind your head stupid! What were you thinking, trying to embarrass me in front of my friend?" and with that he received another mighty slap on the other side of his face, which knocked him over but he managed to quickly get back in position.

"Ok, I see that you have work to do, so just suck us both, then I will allow you to get back to work. But you should expect to be punished later today for your lack of respect."

And at that slut had to interrupt his work and start to suck on the boys' cocks, at their insistence alternating from one to the other for close to forty minutes, when both of them finally came down his throat followed by their apparently voluminous piss. Slut of course remembered to thank their feet, but since they were wearing shoes he had to lick those clean instead! Ben was particularly keen to present the soles of his, and if I correctly recall from my college days he wouldn't have bothered often to clean his shoes properly.

"You stink slut, what a filthy beast you are," Ben complained. "Once you finish all the work you have to do today wait for us by the backdoor, in your punishment position."

On that note they left him continue with his work. Since I had already given him permission to stand up for this specific work, once the boys were far from where he was, he got back on his feet and resumed carrying the logs to the barn. There would still be a lot of work for him to perform, and with this delay he better hurry up or he might risk having the dogs eating his food (just kidding, they still hate that disgusting stuff).

He didn't manage to catch up on time to enjoy his dinner with the dogs, but that was actually good news for slut. You see, if after this nearly one hour break he had managed to catch up with his work while upholding the same standards, it would only mean that he wasn't giving his best efforts to his normal day to day work! And that would certainly earn him a severe punishment and extra work in future. He would still need to be punished for being late finishing, but that would be just a mild punishment. His ass would be spanked with a paddle but only ten times; so while he was eating we had Mats spanking him, just so slut would start being respectful and afraid of him as well. I made a point of informing him the reason for his punishment, which was not common these days specially not for a soft punishment like this. But I wanted him to know that he would still get punished later on, for the lack of respect towards his co-master. Shortly after that we were all barefoot on the back porch, so he got to properly thank Mats's feet for the first time. Then he was dismissed to piss in his trough (and relieve his thirst by drinking some of its contents as well) and take a crap.

Mats was really amused by his post-crap cleaning procedure! Slut had been having no problems in performing his push ups, so I had increased them to fifteen per rinse, meaning there was a minimum of 90 in total. This was a good workout for his body, but he was getting so good at them that I had been seriously considering increase the baseline to twenty per rinse!

When he finished, he crawled back to us, and Ben remarked on how pleased he was that slut had learned to keep a proper body posture while crawling. I must say that I was really proud of myself for that! When he got to where we were waiting, he dropped the butt plug he was carrying in his mouth by my feet, so I could replug him. Of course he was unaware he was getting an extra cleaning today so, instead of replugging, I ordered him to remove his cuffs and jockstrap for us to clean his body properly. His arms and ankles had grown, and the cuffs were really stretched to their maximum at this time, and he would clearly need some new stuff in the near future. I planned to get him some new adornments in time for his 15th birthday, as his gift. His jockstrap also looked old and stretched over his encased cock and larger waist, but I guess he would have to keep wearing those old undies for another couple of years. I'm not made of money.

I gave him a blast from the hose and tipped some pig shampoo, Lukie had got me, over him and used a brush to scrub him down from head to toe. While he still was inclined to wriggle a bit, he had learnt by this time not to make any noise. I did his back, making sure to brush hard between his cheeks. Next he had to kneel up in punishment position so I could do his front. Another blast of the water and more shampoo had him ready for the brush again. Once I was satisfied with my job, the boys offered to rinse him off and spent quite some time squirting him. They were both laughing hard as they fired the water at his balls or held the hose against his cage or his butt-hole. When they had finished their game I reattached his plug inside his ass, ordered him to start sucking on his mouth plug and sent him to dry on the back porch while we went inside for our dinner.

Two hours later the guys went back outside and found slut as we left him, on all fours and by the backdoor, although he was completely dry by now. Ben ordered him to put his adornments back on, attached a leash to his collar and walked him to the basement, where the three of them would be able to enjoy the night together. I gave him slut's old watch, so the slave could still wake up at five to get on with his work without bothering his master and sir. I had removed the straps, as they were too small to fit his now much thicker arms, so I advised they stuff it under one of his cuffs. He didn't need to use it to tell the time, the purpose of the watch was only to wake him up to start working, and even if he couldn't see it he would still be able to feel the vibrations against his wrist!

Once there, the boys were ready to fuck slut and ordered him to lay over the couch's arm to give them quick access to his ass. Ben had slut nurse on his cock while his mate fucked the slave, another re-enactment of the scene from Christian's get away party. And now they had a good reason for this arrangement, that I could clearly see from the hidden cameras. Ben's horse-like cock had grown even larger now, and by comparing with the dildo dangling from slut's collar I judged it to be about 23-25 cm [9-10"] long. His mate had a decent sized cock, just a bit smaller than mine, so he would be able to properly open up the whore for his buddy.

Ben used slut's leash to bind his arms behind his back while the slave serviced their cocks at both ends to the best of his abilities. He did have some problems in getting Ben's cock to the root as it was one of the largest objects inserted in his mouth hole to date. But he simply ignored his pain and lack of air while engulfing Ben's sword to properly please his master. Meanwhile Ben's mate had forced his dry cock inside slut's hole and was pounding him really hard! At some point I noticed that slut became completely unresponsive, while still with Ben's cock deeply rooted in his throat.

"Fuck man, again? Another bitch that passed out on your cock!"

They both laughed hard at that! Wow, Ben really had brought some of my old memories back. The last time slut had passed out on a cock like that was a long time ago, when he was still learning to deep throat me! Ben took his cock out of slut's mouth and slapped his face until he came back to his senses, he then reinserted his cock into the slave's mouth and throat, but now was careful to give him some seconds to breathe every now and then. I guess he shared my view that if slut kept passing out on his cock it would get too easy for him.

They soon came in slut's holes and withdrew their cocks, Mats ordered him to tighten up his hole to avoid loosing his seed. Then he presented his cock to be cleaned, and let slut nurse on his half mast for a few minutes, but they soon left the slave alone for a short while as they decided to go outside and piss in his trough, just so Mats could use it for the first time. When they came back Mats sat back on the sofa and had slut continue to nurse on his cock while Ben placed himself just behind him, in preparation to start fucking his ass. As you probably remember, Ben liked to fuck slut dry, and from what I saw that hadn't changed at all.

"Keep your ass tight slut, I want to feel some pressure on my cock."

The stud started to force his dry again horse-like cock inside slut's tightened ass, while slapping the red cheeks. It seems that slut couldn't keep up with the pain and less than a minute after Ben started to thrust he released some of the pressure, only to have his ass spanked harder.

"Keep the pressure stupid!"

But Ben's cock had probably reached his mate's cum, so even with the extra pressure it drove in deeper now. I could hear slut moaning around Mats' cock, which as you know, is not acceptable from him. It was probably for that reason that Ben intensified the beating and the pounding he was giving him. It took them a bit more effort as they had both come just a few minutes before, but they succeeded finally to seed both of slut's fuck holes once more.

"Keep your ass shut and come suck my cock clean," Ben said after sitting on the couch alongside his mate.

"That's enough stupid, get to our feet now."

They kept the fag alternating between their feet while they chatted, and he worshiped their toes for over an hour when Ben decided to discuss the pending punishment for slut's disrespectful attitude earlier. He was a bit short on ideas, but his mate was eager to contribute!

"Hey, I have an idea! As you already know, my mate Leon and I shared his fag bro in high school, but we couldn't just spank him as we wanted, otherwise his parents would get to notice something was going on. Then we came up with several ways to punish him without leaving marks. One of my favorites was to stuff his ass with some hot chili sauce and send him to sleep that way. Since they shared a room, that I would also share during my frequent sleepovers, it was easy to ensure the fag would not get to clean his hole during the night, and we also gagged his mouth to avoid any noise that could attract their parents' attention. In young Felix's case we used to fuck him with condoms, pouring the chili sauce over them to avoid burning our own cocks, and when we had finished we stuffed the used condoms in his mouth before re-gagging him. But in slut's case I think we should coat his plug and stuff it back inside! Also, I see no need for the gag, but he better keep quiet if he knows what is good for him."

"Fuck man, that's brutal! But I like the idea! Why did you stop licking my feet slut? Get back to work, now! Never mind you go over to Mats, I'll go up and get some chili sauce from Erik, and see if he perhaps wants to be here while we punish you."

Ben climbed up the stairs and walked into the house, where I was of course expecting him as I had been watching the live action. He explained to me all about the punishment and the idea of the chili sauce, not knowing I had already heard the idea. I of course agreed with it all, and handed over a small bottle of tabasco for him to use. He then asked if I wanted to join them, and I decided to be honest with him.

"Well man, I don't think it would be a good idea for slut to see me there. I think he needs to learn to receive your punishments without me there watching, otherwise he might get confused! With two masters, who will he listen to? So I think it's better if we wait a bit more before introducing him to that. Also, I have a confession to make. Since I cannot supervise him as consistently as I would like to, I have installed a series of cameras all over the farm, including the basement. So through that I will be able to watch him being punished even if I am not present there. I hope you are not bothered by that man."

He had no concerns, and he actually had seen some of my cameras already, including one of the ones installed in the basement. He understood the purpose of the cameras, and he was not shy, so he said he was fine with me observing remotely. And he also understood my point about not wanting to be present at this punishment session. With that all settled he left with the bottle of chili sauce in his hands and descended the stairs to rejoin his mate and slut. Once there he picked up slut's butt plug and dribbled most of the tabasco all over it. He then ordered him to stop licking Mats feet and to hold his punishment position, then he started to insert the plug in slut's still tightened hole and when fully home, he used the slave's harness to securely hold the dong in place.

"Ok, let me untie your hands. Now, put your mouth gag in and crawl to that corner. Once there you face the wall and put your hands behind your head. You stay there facing the wall until we tell you you can move."

I could see that slut was sweating profusely and his breathing pattern changed a lot, almost certainly the consequence of the burning sensation he was experiencing. I was fairly confident that the chili sauce would not cause any permanent damage to his hole, but he would certainly experience a night of sheer pain. The boys, after wrapping themselves in some of the warm blankets I had supplied, kept drinking and chatting, looking from time to time in slut's direction to ensure he was still holding the required position, but soon they seemed to completely forgot the slave was even there.

Eventually after remarking on how cold it was getting, they decided to get into the beds and after a bit more chat they went to sleep. Ben told me later they had agreed that they could put up with a bit of coldness rather than spoil slut. They knew there was no heating in the barn and didn't want him to get soft. That was just the sort of attitude I expected from Ben, it was what made him a true Master, prepared to make sacrifices for the sake of the slave. Since they never rescinded their orders slut remained awake, holding his punishment position, his still burning ass must have been a real contrast to the cold the rest of his body was experiencing!

Luckily Mats woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak. I expect he intended to go out to slut's piss trough, but when he saw him still facing the corner, he summoned him to where he was, no doubt relieved to be able to stay warmly wrapped up and ordered him to spit the gag out and to drink his piss. After that he dismissed slut back to his corner, but allowed him to try and get some sleep. The slave had held his punishment position for approximately four hours and was obviously really tired. So even though I am sure he was very cold by now and his butt hole was still in pain, he did manage to get a couple of hours sleep, until he felt the watch vibrating under his cuff at five. I bet he had missed the comfort and warmth of his usual hay bed having spent the night on the rough stone floor but it should help him appreciate how good he has it most of the time. I had deliberately not covered that corner with the vinyl flooring when we had renovated the basement as I had remembered Christian's closet and Ben's bedroom . He removed his watch and safely stored it in the basement (as per Ben's previous orders) and he crawled outside to start a new working day.

When I woke up slut had already had his gruel, that I had left outside for him. So he was already on his knees by my office window and waiting for his homework. But his previous night's rest appeared to have been insufficient, as I found him asleep over his footstool! The boys were already up, as we had agreed they would join me on my morning run. So they were there when we discovered slut's misbehavior and participated in a discussion about what to do with him.

According to Ben the reason for him being so lazy was related to the fact that the bare ground felt too comfortable on his knees, so he suggested that I should make an improvement to it. He made a good point, so I agreed with his plan of action. Once he got what he needed we went and woke slut up and started disciplining him.

"Wake up slut! What are you doing? Did you have permission to sleep? No! Get back on your knees, hands behind your head. Mats will punish you now for your misbehavior."

We decided to deal with the matter quickly as we wanted to go for our run before enjoying our breakfast, so he just took slut's leash from his collar and whipped his back hard ten times. Then we ordered him to move about a meter to the side and Ben introduced an upgrade to his schooling routine. He put a piece of wood on the ground where slut usually knelt, and then gave his orders.

"The bare ground is too soft on your knees and that's making you lazy. From now on you'll have to kneel on this piece of wood when studying outside. Oh, and you obviously need a bit of pain to keep your focus, so you'll have to add some grains over it before you start studying. Today we will use some buckwheat, but it can be any other available grain your master gives you."

Slut then took the handful of the grain from his master's hands, spread them over the piece of wood and knelt on it. He was finally ready to receive his homework. Leaving him to it we all went for our morning run, and on our return, after showering, we enjoyed a leisurely delicious breakfast.

I know the new arrangement must have been painful for slut, which was the objective of course, but I had no worries that the grains would penetrate his cutis or do any serious damage. The skin on his knees was already thick and hard from his daily crawling routine, so this mild pain would just help him to remain alert while doing his schooling.

After we finished our breakfast I corrected slut's homework, and found no mistakes at all, so his new routine was already showing benefit! We continued with his lessons and after finishing I allowed him to thank Mats for his punishment and Ben for the school improvement. After the boys were satisfied that their feet had received proper gratitude, slut was dismissed to get on with his work.

Later when it was time to fuck him we were all a bit worried that the chili in his ass might burn our cocks, specially after I saw a couple of tears from his eyes after we made him suck his plug clean. I accepted he was not really crying, this was just a normal bodily reaction to the chili that was now burning his mouth and throat, so I didn't punish him for that. We ordered him to go back to his toilet and clean his hole six times more, just to be on the safe side, and when he was back I washed his body properly, adding some water with soap in his mouth for him to gargle a couple of times, just to make sure there was no danger of him burning our cocks while sucking us. I ordered him to clean his plug with soap and water, plugged both ends and sent him to dry by the backdoor, as always.

I felt as host that it was my duty to be the one to test him out, so I bravely went first fucking his ass after the chili experience. There wasn't any burning, at least not on my cock! But the way I was fucking him hard and spanking his backside he certainly felt some burning back there, but don't think it was a chili burn.

They gave slut two days to recover from the chili ordeal. Well, they kept using him, but just the normal hard fucking he was used to. So, more precisely two nights later, as the boys were about to start fucking slut before bed time they decided to implement another of their wicked ideas. Ben and Mats were on a bed, and ordered slut to crawl to them. Then Ben handed over a tube of lube, and ordered the fag to really coat both of their cocks with it. How kind of them, I thought. But then I started to think how strange it was! No reason to start speculating, the video would soon tell me what their plans were!

"Come up here slut, and sit on my cock while facing me". Ben laid back on the bed, but his feet were still touching the floor. Slut climbed up, his hands and knees touching the softness of the bed which must have felt really strange to him after all this time. He was already unplugged, so once there he just knelt around his master's waist and using his hands started to guide the cock inside his hole, descending quickly as he didn't want to be punished for slacking off. At that point Mats got hold of slut's collar and started to press his own hard cock alongside with Ben's inside the slave's ass!

I could hear gasps and see tears streaming from slut's eyes, but I was not sure if those were from pain or just a normal body reaction as Mats appeared to be suffocating him by repeatedly tugging on his collar. I guess Ben was in a better position to judge, but he had his eyes closed and was just relaxing and enjoying the experience with his hands behind his head. But slut had his hands free and in one of Mats tugs on his collar he lost his balance a bit and pressed his palm on his master's chest. This forbidden groping finally brought Ben back to reality. Slap! He stained one of slut's cheeks with his hand for good measure!

"Put that dildo in your mouth, now! Keep you body straight and put your hands behind your head stupid! Shit, you know you're not allowed to touch me or to cry slut, it's like you are begging us to give you another punishment! Don't worry you will get what you want, as soon as we both unload inside your ass," was Ben's promise.

While he was speaking I could hear clearly the sound of Mats' thighs repeatedly smacking slut's sore butt cheeks, indicating that he was managing to get (repeatedly) balls deep inside that overstretched fuck hole.

And just some minutes after that Mats pushed down on the slut's collar with one hand, forcing that gasping and crying teenager's face down on his master's chest, while he placed his other hand just above the toy's ass cunt, pounding it even harder. Ben then started some light fucking motions indicating he was also getting close to the point of no return, with his giant cock being continuously stimulated both by his slave's ass and the continuous friction against his mate's pole.

They both unloaded at the same time. For Mats it was easier to take his cock out, and once he did, slapping slut's ass and ordering him to tighten it around his mate's cock, he twisted the animal by his collar, and ordered him to spit his mouth gag out and open his mouth so he could feed him his blood covered cock for a proper cleaning. Once slut finished, Mats took him by his armpits (remember that slut still had his hands behind his head as previously ordered by Ben) and pulled him off of his mate's rod, with a delightful 'plop' to our ears. He then pushed slut to his knees on the ground in front of Ben who sat up so his buddy could shove the fag's head onto his also blood stained cock. Once Ben was satisfied he removed his cock from slut's mouth. The slave naturally went back to both of the boys' feet to thank than while his master commented.

"Phew, that was sick mate! And you, stop with that now and go and ask master Erik for some cream for us to use on your ass. If he asks why you tell him you're bleeding again, just like a virgin."

Both boys laughed at slut's expense while he crawled away.

It was very touching to hear that Ben was still that caring about slut. The slave crawled upstairs as ordered. I couldn't see any blood on the spot where he had knelt to clean Ben up, which was a good sign, although he had been keeping his ass squeezed shut as ordered. But later I was able to evaluate his ass, and the blood was just from the normal wear and tear a double fuck would certainly cause, his hole didn't need any special attention like the stitches after his gang rape party, although I am sure Ben would have been more than willing to have a go in Lukie's absence. Luckily there were some of his old ointment creams in my medicine cabinet, so I went and quickly fetched one and waited for slut on the front porch. Once he saw me, he crawled in my direction and started to suck on my right big toe. I left him doing this task for a few minutes before answering his pleads.

"No need to talk slut, I already know what you want. Let me put this in your mouth, alongside with your gag. This is what your master requested. Go back to him, now."

Once back he spat out his mouth's contents, quickly reinserting his gag like the obedient slave he was. Mats took the tube of ointment and spread it over slut's cock dildo, promptly reinserting it in slave's ass and then let him thank his feet. Then he ordered the sub to get in punishment position in front of them while Ben informed him of his upcoming punishment for crying out of turn and touching his Master's body with his hands without permission.

"Well fag, as I told you we now have to punish you for your offenses.

"I think we will finally get to use the clamps we bought mate!

"We know it's not your birthday slut, but we wanted to give you something to remember us by when we are not around."

Mats handed Ben a number of clamps. The stud attached the first two to the slave's nipples, saving the remaining four for slut's balls! The slave although in pain remained impassive as expected from him, and soon was ordered to crawl to his place and get in his punishment position facing the wall. Before he got there (with some difficulty probably from the pain those clamps were causing) Ben spread some seeds on the floor, so the slave had to kneel on them.

"Ok, your punishment is not to have any sleep tonight, so you'll stay in this position until we wake up tomorrow. I will warn your other master that you'll be late for work tomorrow, don't worry. And I hope you appreciate how merciful we are being by helping you out. With the added pain to your ass, chest, balls and knees it will certainly be impossible for you to fall asleep and disobey me again. But don't worry, you will get the opportunity to thank me for my kindness tomorrow," Ben stated.

"Yeah mate, but now you are helping him out so much that to me it feels like you are going soft on him. It's too easy for him, almost like he is not being punished at all! I think we should still do some work on his ass, maybe try to toughen it up a bit so next time he receives a DP he doesn't start crying all over again," Mats added.

Unsurprisingly Ben agreed, and soon the duo was belting slut's backside, focusing on his ass, that got even redder, and in some parts purple. Ben made slut spread his legs and bend down to lick Mats feet and Mats whipped vertically down his crack, slamming skin and dildo with each stroke. When Mats arm got tired they left their toy, back in his punishment position, suffering alone and went to watch some tv, making sure to wrap themselves in the blankets so they didn't get cold after their exercise and chatted before finally going to sleep.

Slut had to endure his posture for nearly ten hours before he was released to start working (he cheated with his arms a couple of times during the night, but I decided, as he wasn't aware I had seen it, not to snitch on him for those minor mistakes right?). He almost winced as the clamps were removed from his nipples and balls, as the sudden blood inflow certainly induced some pain. But pain was something he was conditioned to endure, and although his breathing pattern changed, he didn't utter a sound. Slut had the opportunity to thank the boys for their kindness in helping him stay awake all night long, as well as suck both of them dry (followed by another round of thanks) before starting on his work. He had to skip breakfast though, due to his laziness in starting late.

The week continued this way, the boys keeping slut at night, him doing his work as normal, including the housecleaning and being a bitch for the dogs at the end of the week, for Mats' delight. They say no one can be a slave to two masters, but that was not true in slut's case. I guess the fact that his interactions with Ben were very limited in time helped to make it easier, but although neither of us ever gave slut any indication, Ben knew I took precedence. We tried to never contradict each other, but on the rare occasions it happened, we just punished slut for disobeying one of us. But as another popular saying goes, that all good things must come to an end, so on Sunday the boys had to depart which left us once again to our boring and predictable farm life.

Chapter 24

Slut didn't have any serious complications from the double fuck, apart from some extra pain for a week or two, specially when shitting. About four months after the boys' visit, it was slut's 15th birthday! I wanted it to be a very special occasion for him, I wanted to celebrate this day properly, as my slut surely deserved. It was a weekday, and since it was also housecleaning day he got to drink my piss and cum before going to my office where he started on his homework.

Slut had adjusted quickly to the new school arrangements implemented by Ben (I, had made them permanent, of course). After my run and breakfast I saw that he was holding a proper straight body posture while kneeling on some maize grains that were scattered on the hardwood floor, patiently waiting for his master as he had already finished his assigned homework. It was not only on the day the new routine was firstly introduced that his results improved, it turns out that the extra pain was indeed effective in helping him to keep the focus on his tasks!

On that day, sometime after lunch when he had finished all the cleaning of the house I informed him what the day was, and told him he was let off the rest of his afternoon tasks. I also presented him with some new cuffs, and the fucked up slave looked genuinely grateful for his 'time off' and new adornments, and spent almost an hour worshiping my feet showing that gratitude. Well, perhaps there was another reason for his overjoyed reaction. As I told you already I'd decided he would be fitted with an upgraded cock cage on his birthday this year, so before giving him his new cuffs I had fitted the new cage on his cock. His dick looked really compressed in that old 9×6.5 cm [3.5×2.5"] cage, thus the extra length and additional girth must have felt like a huge relief, at least for a few days even though his imprisoned cock certainly filled the new cage from when I put it on him. So yeah, I think he had several reasons to be thankful this year.

Of course he got hard when I removed the cage, and his deformed dick didn't go completely soft even when I waxed his pubes or when I added one of those 'miraculous' hair removal creams that I still had left from an old purchase. I might had forgotten to tell you that those creams were supposed to cause 'a light burning sensation on the skin' according to their label, which seemed accurate to me from slut's body reactions when exposed to them and as I told you I did not stick to the time limit they said was so important. Continuing the preparations for the new cage I ordered him to sit on the back porch, put his hands behind his head, and then I threw a large bucket of ice over his worm and permanently engorged balls. This was much faster than the old cold water treatment, and it had the same purpose: to temporary shrink his genitals for the refitting (although it also left him shivering from the cold). He behaved like a good slave and apart from his teeth shattering, he managed to keep silent as well as hold the position while I went down on his dicklet and attached the new base ring and cock cage. And don't worry guys, I was wearing my rough old work gloves so the ice didn't hurt me in any way.

Ben had just finished his second year in vet school and as he had been promised was now working as Lukie's apprentice this summer. The stud was living at their place for the season, and as Charlotte (Lukie's wife) was rendered infertile by the cancer treatment, I think they both started to consider the young stud as a surrogate son. Ben was accompanying Lukie on his work every day, including visits to the farms in his practice. As a special treat, I had arranged with Lukie for them both to visit that afternoon for slut's birthday celebration!

Because of other commitments, they could not stay over, having to get home that evening. That was the real reason I had given slut the afternoon off, so he could enjoy servicing the three of us this fine summer afternoon. So, soon after I was satisfied with his worshiping of my feet, I ordered him to lube my cock with his mouth as I wanted to fuck his ass. It was just a quick fuck, and I left him unplugged after that. The purpose was to get my cum to act as lube, as we were all going to fuck him hard with almost no additional lube, a habit Lukie and I had copied from Ben.

The sun was really strong, and thinking about myself and the boys, I'd decided to move the party to the basement once they got here. Luckily he had only the other day done one of his regular clean ups of it. I guess this was another treat for slut, protection form the hot blazing sun on this particularly scorching summer day!

Well, not to keep you in suspense, to properly celebrate his birthday we'd decided that the three of us would double fuck him throughout that fine afternoon! The plan was first, my cock would serve as the 'base' and Lukie would fuck him alongside me. Since I had already cum in his ass I should be able to last longer, and once Lukie unloaded slut would be able to receive Ben while still stuffed on my pole. After we had both cum then it would be the turn for Lukie's cock to be the new base, and after we had all cum again we would all give our best efforts to fuck him once more with Ben's cock at the base.

For slut's sake, since it was his birthday, we'd decided to start with Lukie and I because of our cock dimensions, now focusing on the girth that for this specific task appeared to be most relevant.

We all sat side by side, adding a small amount of lube on our cocks' heads and ordering slut to spread it with his hands. The added lube was mainly so we wouldn't hurt our cocks by the extra friction they would experience. After that, remembering how he had molested Ben's chest with his hand and to avoid having him inappropriately touching us (thus having to be punished on his birthday), we'd decided to chain his wrist restraints to his collar.

As my cock was to be at the base, I reclined on the bed, exactly like Ben did when he and Mats fucked slut four months ago. I don't know if slut had already made the connection and become aware of his fate, but as I am sure you can guess, I didn't care. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would understand what his birthday treat was to be.

With his hands chained up it meant I had to guide my cock into his ass, which was not a problem. Lukie gripped him under his armpits and lifted his ass over my cock. Slut was facing me and I could see the pain he was experiencing from his facial contortions as he got impaled rapidly on my barely lubed cock. It is amazing but delightful he still feels it so keenly after all these years. I could hardly wait to see his reaction when he got Lukie's dick in there as well. But he took it like a champ and got my full member embedded in his hole in no time, most likely thanks to the cum earlier deposited in there!

Always the kind guy, Lukie twisted slut's face to the side and forced his cock in there, to get some extra spit lube. I don't know if this was good for slut though, as it might have removed the minimum lube that slut had spread over his cock. At least I think now slut clearly understood what was about to happen to him, as he copiously drooled over Lukie's cock. My mate than took it out and started to force himself in slut's already stuffed ass, alongside my cock. He was a really good guy and, differently from Mats, he wasn't chocking the slave by tugging on his collar, but instead placed both hands on slut's shoulders. I got my wish and could clearly see that the slave was in real pain, but he didn't cry or emit any forbidden sounds. Lukie took his time, about ten minutes to be more precise, at the end of which he also was balls deep inside that hole. For me it felt a bit strange to have another dude's balls repeatedly slapping mine as the fuck progressed. Oh well, the sacrifices we all make for slut…

After he got balls deep, he progressed quickly to a deep fuck, and for that slut's face was forced onto my chest, so I could no longer see his facial contortions, but I could still feel them on my chest! From start to when he came it took about twenty five minutes, and once he removed himself from the ass, he then took slut by his collar and shoved his cock inside the slave's mouth to get cleaned.

By then Ben was more than ready to go in, and of course as he had no wish to get some fag spit as extra lube, he just went in as he was. Now, that was even more painful for slut. I could see from his face that he was on the verge of starting to cry, but somehow he managed not to. I felt a moment of pride at how well I had trained him. Luckily for him there was now plenty of cum inside, so the hole was slick and the super cock went in, if not easily, at least we can say properly. This fuck took a bit more than twenty minutes, and by the end I joined in with some fuck motions, and we both came almost simultaneously.

Ben got his cock sucked clean, followed by me. In my case I got the slave to kneel before me and suck it clean.

Slut did well to keep all our cum inside his ass, so as the afternoon went on he got plenty of extra lube and was not in so much pain anymore. I am proud to say we managed to double fuck him for more than three consecutive hours all having a turn at being the base and coming three times. Sadly though Lukie and Ben had to leave, but once again, as they say, all things have to come to an end and I certainly felt well satisfied. After slut gratefully thanked their feet for this surprise party, we said our last goodbyes and went back upstairs, slut still unplugged but keeping our cum safely inside his hole.

"Now slut, I have another surprise for you today. Go to your room, store your butt plug and your jockstrap there and come back here."

When he had done as I told him, I explained what else I had planned for his birthday celebration.

"Last Friday you got to service the dogs as the good bitch you are. I know that today is not Friday yet, and not even the right week, but as another birthday treat I'll let you play with them! Go on, you get to stay with them from now till tomorrow morning, and you will all get to play and fuck as much as you want. I suggest that you keep our cum in your ass, and once they cum in there you also try to keep it inside. This will be your only lube, and with so much time till they go to sleep, they will surely want to fuck you more than once. The boys are not back yet, and they can come and go as they want until dinner time, but you have to stay there and cannot leave until tomorrow morning."

After Ben's last visit slut had continued to implement the new routine of licking the dogs' cocks clean and thanking their pawns whenever they fucked him, so I didn't have to remind him to do that. But there was something else, that I still had to tell him!

"Oh, one more thing, I almost forgot. Today I will give you permission to cum while being fucked by the dogs! Isn't that wonderful? Well, see you later slut, enjoy the rest of your day!" and with a pat on his red ass I sent him to the kennel, where the dogs would soon get to join him for a fuck fest.

Only a few minutes after slut went into the kennel the boys came back, probably smelling their bitch from a distance. They both fucked him straight away, well Finn waiting his turn, but both prior to dinner time, and I was pretty certain slut followed my suggestion to the letter, and only did let the bare minimum cum escape from his tightened ass. To be honest, I am not sure if he did it to enjoy the extra lube or if he wrongly interpreted my suggestion to him as an order. Well, at dinner time I went in there, gave them food and asked slut if he had already got to cum. He shook his head in denial.

"Hmmm, ok. Well I you still have a chance to cum tonight. You just have to persuade both of them to fuck you at least once or more and hope for the best, right? I'll leave you guys now, but I'll be back in about two hours to replug you for the night, ok?"

Well, I think I was probably a bit naive when I said slut didn't get any pleasure from his milking sessions. Because as soon as I left he desperately tried to implement my latest suggestion, and chased the dogs around, sluttishly offering his ass until they both fucked him again. He was still trying to persuade Jaeger to fuck him again when I went in and plugged him bringing an end to his and the dogs fun.

Well, yeah, I think this time my suggestion could be interpreted as an order, but I swear it was not my intention! Nevertheless I have to say that, although I gave him my permission, he did not mange to release his cum on that night. Perhaps he didn't have any means of controlling when his prostate would get sufficiently full to release some cum, but if you want to know my opinion I think he just decided to hold his cum longer just so he could receive a proper punishment when he finally got to release it.

*******

The vets' visit on slut's surprise birthday party was just for pleasure, they still made their regular visits to care for my animals. I lived a bit further away than Lukie's original clients, but my farm was on their schedule, and the next visit was due in a couple of days. We had agreed that they would be based here for about two weeks to attend to my property and visit a handful of my neighbors that had become his clients. That way they would not only relieve me from slave control duty for a few days but they would also be able to visit these distant clients in the most effective way. Plus, for those two weeks they would get to use slut whenever they needed to release some pressure, so it was clearly a win-win situation for all involved.

That was of course good news but we had all been saddened by a recent event here on the farm, specially Jaeger. You see, less than a week after slut's party, while the (good) dogs were playing around the property, Finn had fallen into a ravine and died. Jaeger, not surprisingly, was very sad and depressed having lost his brother. I felt so sorry for my dog, and tried to comfort and cheer him up in any way I could think of. I spent ages stroking his fur, playing with him, and even bought some tastier food and special toys for him, but I had the impression nothing appeared to be helping. Well, almost nothing. A few days after the accident was slut's usual night to serve him and although he was still in a sad mood, it seemed that he really enjoyed the time with his bitch.

For his part slut was making a scene. Since Finn's tragic death, he was slacking off, and had a constantly saddened expression on his face, almost like he was experiencing some kind of depression himself. I of course repeatedly punished him for that unacceptable behavior, and told him he'd better stop with the nonsense otherwise I would have to punch his face to ensure he got a 'depressed' nose to go with his depressed mood. Slut was a slave, and his kind do not have the privilege of being affected by these kind of emotions. While it's perfectly fine for him to be sad, it can never impair his performance. As a slave the only thing he needs to have in mind is how to better deliver what is required of him by his masters!

I was well aware slut truly loved his time with the dogs, and this was not only related to the fact that he would occasionally get them to drain his prostate. They were very closely attached, specially for maybe twenty minutes at a time, when the dogs got their enlarged knot inside their bitch, but that's not what I meant either. Apart from the sex I believe that, emotionally, these fortnightly visits to the dogs had become the closest interaction slut had with any other living being since we moved to the farm. Quickly after the first few times the bitch hadn't needed to be tied up to receive his breeders anymore. It meant that after getting fucked they would always play together for a couple of hours before getting some sleep so, although he was their bitch, I think they had developed a sort of friendship. In fact, I suspect that the dogs were the only friends slut had ever had in his fucked up life! Even more, with Finn having a personality somewhat similar to his own, I think slut really saw him as his bestie!

But enough with the guessing. Once the vets got here, they also shared my pity for Jaeger. Lukie came up with some valid suggestions to help the dog, some even including medication, but as I described my observations of his behavior around slut, Ben came up with an unorthodox idea. He suggested that I should let Jaeger play with slut more frequently, but not as a bitch, just as another dog. And to better condition Jaeger to this change he suggested that this playtime should become a new part of slut's routine. The idea was for me to set aside a couple of hours for their play, two or three times a week to start with.

Ben is on the path to become an extraordinary veterinarian, I thought. He really loves the animals, and he shows this love whenever he was caring for mine. With one single exception: he deeply hates slut! Before he mentioned his own idea, I could see him mumbling to himself that the experience would feel good for slut as well, implying that this was not a desirable outcome. But his love for Jaeger prevailed, so he finally decided he could not deny him the benefit just to stop slut having some enjoyment. I think deep down he never forgave slut for lying about his willingness in accepting his abuse, a discovery that he made after Christian's get away party, when Lukie revealed how slut had seduced him on their first time together.

So he finally explained his proposed solution to Lukie and myself. After we both agreed with his suggestion the stud started to come up with ways to torture and punish slut to compensate for his impending increased happiness. Not that he needed any justification, he is slut's master, so he can punish him for any reason or even for no reason at all! But I guess he still felt the need to prove himself and to justify his actions. One of the measures suggested by Ben was actually permanent. He mentioned how he got head from a girl last year at a party, and this girl had a piercing in her tongue. And he told us how good it felt for him while being sucked, as the piercing really stimulated his cock and helped to increase his pleasure.

So he basically suggested that we pierce slut's tongue to improve the quality of his blowjobs. As I have often told you, by now slut was an accomplished cocksucker. But I was curious and decided to accept the idea, so under Lukie's supervision Ben pierced slut's tongue, a procedure that appeared to be a bit painful for the slave. And I must say, Ben was not lying when he had proselytized about this enhancement. The extra stimuli that the piercing provided does feel really good for the man being sucked, and I would recommend you all to try it.

To make things easier, the days slut would get to be a playmate for Jaeger would coincide with three of the ones he already had to work outside the house. And to avoid getting Jaeger confused about the purpose of their interactions, slut would be kept plugged, and the time-slot would be different from their fucking time. The play time would be at around one, lunchtime. Well my lunchtime, or any other other free men who visited the farm, but I think you all understood what I meant.

As it was Ben's idea, I thought it would be better if he was the one to communicate it to slut.

"Ok slut, Jaeger is sad by the loss of his brother, so you'll have to play with him to cheer him up. You better do whatever he wants you to do, and no funny business, you hear me?"

Jaeger looked happy when slut shyly crawled in his direction, from the first time we introduced the novelty. As expected, the male initially tried to hump and fuck his bitch, but slut was left plugged for the new activity and the fucking was not really possible. We all hoped that with the differences in time and frequency of the occurrences, the dog would soon learn to differentiate their playtime from the allotted fuck time. Actually, just some minutes after humping slut he started to play with him, and as soon as slut understood what was expected from him and felt confident that we were not going to punish him, he started to reciprocate and before long they were running around the property as dogs normally do.

For me this arrangement served a double purpose. As you might remember, when we started to live here I introduced some fun play activities into slut's routine. But as the time passed, I started to neglect those activities, and up until recently he rarely got to enjoy any of those fun activities at all! So by allowing slut to play with Jaeger I would not only keep up his play time but also get more time to myself! And I would not risk feeling bad for neglecting slut's needs. I was confident he would miss having my piss stored inside his ass, so I promised myself to keep doing it at least twice a month.

And as time passed I could see that slut really enjoyed these times with Jaeger. Their friendship appeared to have grown even tighter than before. When it was their playtime they would always spend their time running around the property, licking and scratching each other, and doing other things dogs generally do. And yes, Jaeger still liked to hump slut's backside often when they were playing together, just to reinforce his superiority and dominance, although this was totally not necessary anymore as we all accepted the fact that slut was HIS bitch. And as always slut just passively accepted this, as the good bitch he was.

I guess we will never know what were Jaeger's exact thoughts. After all, we are still deciphering how the human brain works, so we have an even longer journey to untangle the minds of dogs. Well, in the end the only thing we wanted to achieve with this experience was to turn Jaeger back into a happy puppy once again. And if this humping was what it took for him to achieve happiness, so be it!

Chapter 25

Some of you might have found it a bit strange that I hadn't been completely grossed out when slut became a bitch for the dogs some years ago. Well, you might remember that it was at that time that I sent him to live in the barn, so I was disgusted by it. But even though, I still allowed him to continue with this devious and sick behavior, as with his babysitters, I didn't want to make the poor dogs suffer for slut's faults. So it had not been something that disturbed me to the point of completely forbidding it or stopping using slut for my own needs.

Thinking back, I believe my reaction might be related to some experiences from my childhood. Not that I'd ever had any kind of sex with animals, but some of my parent's friends owned a small farm, and until my early teenage years we would always go and visit them for part of the summer vacation. I made lots of friends in that area, and from the conversations we had I knew that some (if not most) of the boys there started their sex life with farm animals, mostly sheep or goats. At that time it sounded a bit strange to me, but with so many boys telling similar stories I think I kind of accepted the idea, although not enough to try it myself. I now believe that's why I was not completely against the idea of slut living this kind of experience. It's true that in the case of my childhood mates, they fucked their seed into said animal, and slut was the receiver of the dogs' cum, but I decided that was just a technicality.

On those childhood holidays on the farm I was always fascinated by the horses, and I am sure my wish to have a horse of my own was a major reason why I had always wanted to acquire some land of my own. I guess you will have noticed that I was yet to fulfill this desire. The reason being that I knew I would need to dedicate a lot of time caring for the beast, and since I was stuck with slut for a number of years, I'd decided to postpone my dream.

That's why I got so excited when the opportunity finally came up, although it would be slightly different than what I had initially anticipated. Basically, instead of acquiring a horse, I would get to train slut to become a horse himself! This would serve as great practice for me until the time came to acquire a real horse, so although it impacted on my time causing me extra work, I felt really motivated.

You might be wondering how would I be able to train slut to become a horse with his day so full of activities already? Well, he was sixteen now, and it was not only his now 11×7.5 cm [4.3×3"] cock cage (the last of my bulk buy by the way) that changed on his birthday. As I'd mentioned several times already, since we moved here he had kept up his excellent school performance. So good that I had decided to speed up the process over the years and because of that he had managed to fulfill the high school program just before he reached sixteen years of age, one and a half year earlier than normal! I must admit I took pride in my efforts, who'd have thought I would be such a good teacher. So with some rearrangement of the times he carries out his other tasks he would now have plenty of time to be trained as a horse.

But to properly condition him I felt I needed to stop his dog time completely. At the same time I didn't want this change of routine to have a negative impact on Jaeger, so the alterations were introduced in steps. In the beginning I decided to reduce the number of sessions when slut would be a playmate for Jaeger from three times a week to once a week. And to compensate Jaeger for that I decided to acquire an extra pair of dogs. These were once again a pair of two year old doberman pinschers, only this time they were black. The three dogs got friendly instantaneously, and since they looked happy together I decided it was safe to stop slut's participation in their play activities for good. From a distance I could see that while working slut often looked in their direction. He appeared to be really jealous of the new dogs as the trio played together, but he knew better than to disobey me and always got back to work quickly.

His feeding routine had also to be adjusted, so I decided to put his bowl just outside his toilet, and that's where he has eaten his meals from then on. I Initially I thought that putting his bowl near his piss trough would be more practical, as he could easily have a drink while eating, but that fucking thing reeked of piss, and I tried to avoid getting close to it as much as possible. I even resumed my pissing in his old bottle, and I would have slut carry it to his piss trough to empty it and brink it back at least once a day or whenever the bottle got full, but of course I still had the option to piss directly down his throat as well. Sometimes I had other things to do or didn't feel like pissing in his food bowl, and on those occasions he would have to crawl to his trough, take some of the pissy water in his mouth and crawl back to his bowl, making two or three journeys, to get enough liquid to soften his kibble.

The reduction in his doggy interactions included the times when he was a bitch as well. As I wanted him to properly focus on his horse training, I couldn't let him think of himself as a dog anymore, not even when he served them as a bitch. At the same time, it was unfair to leave Jaeger without his bitch, so the solution was to have slut tied up to be fucked once again. I would also deprive him of most of his senses, by sticking his hands in mitts, plugging his mouth and ears and keeping him blindfolded. This way he didn't get the opportunity to interact with the dogs while still being able to be useful to them. And yes, the new dogs also got to use him as their bitch, it wouldn't be fair to deprive Jaeger's new companions of such joys.

And then there is the issue about a piece of stuffed animal I found in his bedroom. I think it was part of one of the countless toys I gave the dogs over the years. They, as dogs usually are, were very rough with whatever they played with, and they usually destroyed most of them in no time. I don't know how he'd managed to get it without me noticing, but I knew from a previous secret inspection on his bedroom that he had had it in his possession at least since he was thirteen. I am not sure what was the use he got from it, if he used it as a pillow, or if he was just humping that thing and trying to get some sexual gratification mimicking the dogs' behavior or even if he kept it as a puppet. My guess is that it was a sort of 'imaginary friend' that would listen to his tales in the privacy of his bedroom, and if that was the case it had served a good purpose by helping him to keep his sanity over the years. Plus, he was a part-time dog, so I didn't think he was really cheating by keeping that thing.

But now, allowing him to keep it would not help with his horse training, so I decided to take it from him. So one morning while he was working I went to get the thing in his bedroom and faked some rage while berating him for stealing from the dogs. As a punishment I whipped his back for some minutes, but it was just a light punishment, and there wasn't any bleeding at all. I then threw that thing to the dogs in plain view of him and in less than a minute they tore it to pieces. Slut had a sad expression but of course he didn't react to my action, so when ordered he just crawled back to his work.

As I told you already I needed to move around his activities to fit in his horse training. Without his schooling I would be able to move all his housecleaning and farm tasks to the mornings. There had always only been very little time allowed for his morning meal and self-care, so this rearrangement would enable him to spend eight hours on those tasks, every day. This would still leave him with six to eight hours of 'free' time in the afternoons and evenings, that was going to be filled up by the horse training.

Well, I know what you are thinking. How could I train slut to become a horse in the afternoons when that was the time I worked myself? Well, I'd decided to completely stop working. At least I stopped working for others, I still had to administer my assets, so you can say that I was working for myself, and for that I could use some of the hours in mornings. At this time in life I had enough resources to sustain my modest lifestyle, and this was especially important now, when slut's funds had completely exhausted.

Last year the real estate market had started to recover from the economic crisis I mentioned, and that's when I saw a good business opportunity. You know how I had always put slut's interests in front of my own but since we moved here I'd never heard the ungrateful bitch's voice thanking me for my selfless efforts. But now I decided it was time for me to extract at least some benefit for myself! I'd decided to buy all of slut's properties, and by using that strange regulation I could offer the previous year's market price! And that's how all of slut's former properties were transferred to ES FS&C.

His debt would have to be deducted from the sales and any money left was to be transferred to slut's trust fund. The problem is that after 2½ years, and with the interest rates I'd charged, slut's debt surpassed the amount he got for the properties, so his trust fund had to actually pay me the difference, and that drained the totality of slut's reserves. Of course I would not leave him penniless this way! Although his schooling was about to finish so that was one expense that would stop at that time, he was, as you well know, very selective with his food and with an exclusive range of clothing, not to mention the expensive toys I had to keep buying for him, so I loaned his fund some extra money that would cover his expenses and enable me to keep to the agreed withdrawal plan until he reached seventeen at least, and at that time we could re-evaluate the situation. Without the properties to back up the loan I naturally had to charge a higher rate of interest on this new loan, but that's completely understandable right? It's not like I am running a charity organization or anything like that!

I must admit that, although I was really excited to start slut's horse training, I did not know enough about the specific needs and peculiarities to go forward on this journey all by myself, so I sought some advice on the net. And I'd managed to get several useful tips together with important information and guidance, such as how to choose the correct apparatus to use on the horse, valid suggestions for body modifications as well as very detailed training schedules. And I even managed to borrow a human horse cart for a whole year, which I was assured would be more than enough time to get him properly trained.

So the day he graduated from school I informed him that from the following day his work schedule was changing to mornings, and that he had to go to the back porch and wait for his instructions once he finished. He had already completed the transition and was no longer Jaeger's playmate, so I believe he wasn't sure of what was going to happen as I didn't bother to explain anything to him, as usual. I think he hoped to get some rest or even to be allowed to play with Jaeger again, but the dog was happy playing with his equals, so slut's forced labor was no longer necessary on that.

There was a part of the property that I thought would be really ideal for his training. It was a flat open grassed area, and it even had some trees on one of its borders, that would be perfect to provide me with some shade while instructing slut. The first day of his training would be an easy one. At the very beginning the priority was to get him familiarized with the basic equipment, so that first afternoon I carried his new hoof boots, signaling him to crawl after me, to his new training field and ordered him to put on the boots, and then to get on his feet.

He was a bit reticent to comply with this last order, as I had told him in the past that he was always to stay on his knees in my presence, as you might well remember. So I picked up my whip and lashed his backside, just two or three times before reissuing the order, that this time was promptly followed. You might think I was a bit too soft on him, but his hesitation had a perfectly justifiable reason, and for that I went light on his punishment, that first time. After he got on his feet I ordered him to walk around with the hooves on. In the first week it was only that, slut getting used to the hoof boots, training his muscles and brain, learning how to walk and eventually trotting with those on for up to six hours a day. Next came the blinkers that really limited his eyesight, but he adapted well to those. The mouth bit was also easily accommodated, I believe because he was so used to sucking on his mouth plug when crawling around. Then came the mitts on his hands. As he was being trained as a two legged horse, after putting his closed hands in the mitts his forearms had to be tied behind his back. This proved to be a challenge, as he had to learn to keep his balance in this new position, with the rest of his apparatus on.

Still on the basic horse equipment some experts also recommended us masters to put the horses in a posture collar, that way he would always keep facing straight ahead, in a good horse posture. But for that I would have to remove his slave collar, that he had been wearing continuously since I first attached it to his neck, only loosening it up a bit whenever he grew, but never removing. I wasn't comfortable with that so decided to skip it.

You must be thinking that those were really exhausting and tiresome afternoons, right? Not at all, actually! While slut trotted around I sat comfortably in a chair, protected from the sun by the trees. I had a cool box filled with ice and drinks which slut carried down before I strapped his arms behind his back. So I sat reading a book or enjoying a snack, every so often looking in his direction to see if he was working properly, sending commands or berating him for wrongdoings as the afternoon went by. If I ever had the urge to piss, I would just have slut take a break from his horse training and kneel before me so he could drink it from my cock. It was good for slut also, as it prevented him from getting dehydrated. So I think I can say those afternoons turned out to be surprisingly pleasant and relaxing!

And I wasn't alone either. The dogs seemed to like watching slut's practice, so frequently they would come and relax by my side, enjoying me caressing their fur while slut busted his ass in the hot blazing sun. I always made sure along with the cool box slut brought their water bowls as I didn't want them getting thirsty as it was really hot even in the shade of the trees. I sometimes got the impression that Duxi, the more adventurous of the new dogs, appeared to be machinating a scheme to stop the practice and fuck his bitch, but all three of them were very well behaved and obedient and never interrupted slut's practice. I guess they were all a bit afraid of being punished as hard as slut had to be. How silly of them right?

Next came the body modifications. Nothing extreme guys, just some stainless steel piercings! Starting with his nose, Lukie would come to pierce his septum and the idea would be to add a large and thick ring hoop, but I thought it would be more appropriate for him to have a small padlock instead. His left ear would receive four small helix rings, the right one would receive a relatively small stretcher. In his lower lips he would get six thin rings disposed in three interlocking pairs, the furthest on the left would be connected with a chain to one of his left ear piercings. Both his nipples would also each receive a thick ring. And to complete the new outfit his dicklet's head would receive a Prince Albert piercing!

I know you might be thinking that some (if not most) of those adornments were not really specific for pony boys, but after he had received the nose, nipple and worm piercings, I was later convinced to add the remainder. So those extra were not my idea, it was actually Mats who wanted them. This year the boys had had other commitments on slut's birthday but they both found some time and came visit us for the last week of their summer vacation. By that time slut was deep into his horse training, and had already received his first batch of piercings (technically the second, if you include his tongue piercing from last year).

When Mats' first made his proposal, I was initially a bit unsure, specially about the mouth piercings hurting our cocks while fucking it. But Mats was good at drawing, so he made some nice black and white sketches of slut's sad face with pierced ears and lip. That's when I became sold on the idea and went forward with all of his extra suggestions. As it turned out my worries were completely unfounded and our cocks remained unharmed however hard we fucked slut's ringed mouth. I confess that I was really entertained by the final result of his lip piercing, the criss-crossed pattern looked like someone had sewed it up, and the chain from the one to his ear gave him a perfect slavish look!

So Ben and Mats did the work themselves on slut, for this last round of piercings. The slave didn't receive any anesthesia for that, as always. I think both the boys really rejoiced in the pain they managed to inflict on slut, specially as he was still recovering from his PA, and Lukie had advised I should try to protect his genital area as much as possible for two to three months after the insertion.

That didn't mean they didn't get to use him properly! Both holes were still available, but it was true they couldn't fully punish him the way they usually would when he deserved to be punished, nor could they force his genitals against any surface, and this greatly restricted the butt fucking. They could still use the clamps to inflict some pain on slut's nuts, but that was clearly not enough for them. So I guess the boys were a bit frustrated.

But while there the boys were a huge help either in supervising slut's day to day work or his new training routine. That close scrutiny also meant the slave got punished a lot during that week for every minor mistake, I think at least ten times per day. But the impact on his training was tremendous, the advances he made were worth a month of training at least. They were always chasing and whipping his backside if he didn't keep a correct posture when trotting, or if he didn't raise his knees high enough, which I'd noticed before was one of his weak points. I had believed this might be related to the dildo constantly plugging his ass, I thought it might impair his flexibility a bit. But the boys extra attention forced him to overcome his discomfort and pain to achieve their strict targets.

I got some deserved rest that week, and the boys were so eager to help that they even offered to keep him training for extra hours! It meant that if you consider his morning working hours and the horse training he had to bust his ass for approximately sixteen hours per day, with less than one hour of it taken up with his meals and hydration, to shit, piss and cleaning (that they also took care of).

It was not like they thought the filthy beast deserved to be cleaned, it's just that they would naturally want to use him before going to sleep, so this was only for their own comfort. And keep them pleased at night was the least slut could do, if you consider all the support in his training and tutoring the boys were giving. Once they finished cleaning their toy they would dismiss him to dry on the back porch, and he had thirty minutes to get completely dry and then get down to the basement. If he was completely dry by then, they would just clamp his tits and balls for the night and fuck his holes, otherwise he would need to be further punished before they could play together. The same was the result if he took more than thirty minutes.

Unluckily he wasn't allowed to carry his watch to work, and for that reason I believe he had to be punished every day except one for either being wet or late. For that, they would tie his hands together, suspend him from his arms and punch his guts, taking care to avoid his healing dicklet. They would then spank his ass with the paddle. Those punishment sessions lasted for between thirty to forty minutes only.

And after that he would finally get to receive their cum in his holes! To avoid applying pressure on his dicklet they couldn't double fuck him, use him over the couch or in most of the positions they wanted to. This limited their interactions a lot. They still came up with some very creative ways to keep using his holes, some repeats from the past with several new additions.

An example of the re-enactment of an old scene, was when they had him on his back over an ottoman with his head hanging and tied to the structure, bound legs with knees touching the body and arms also tied, so they could fuck both of his holes all night long. Sadly they left him there and went to sleep, so in addition to skipping breakfast for that day I had to punish him for being lazy. But that was the only time he was late, the boys made sure of that.

One of the new ways they found to use him was a sort of game, so you can say it somewhat helped slut's mind. They would both lay close to each other on a bed, and slut had to force his ass deep and hard on their poles. He started with one of the cock head's just touching his hole and then had to impale himself fully on the dry shaft in one go and then rise fully off and back down on the cock. At the same time he would have to keep sucking the cock that was not in his ass, still keeping to the old rule that he had to do a good job but not make them cum in his mouth. His hands would need to stay behind his head, so after his tiresome day he would still have to keep a lot of strain on his thighs if he was to succeed, and get a satisfactory evaluation of his performance from the boys! By the time he had managed to make them both cum he would have only a maximum of four to five hours left to sleep, and if he passed both their evaluations he could sleep until starting working the next day. For each fault he committed they would subtract some minutes from his allotted sleeping time, and he would have to spend those in his punishment position, still clamped and kneeling on some grain.

As I said, their visit resulted in a huge leap forward in slut's horse training, and by the time the boys left slut was already very used to running around with his arms restrained behind his back and with his hoof boots on. Thanks to their help I felt I could afford to reduce slut's training schedule and put him to work on another project that I had initially thought I would have to carry out. I wanted him to build a horse stall in his barn, so I designed a small project and instructed him on his tasks and he did manage to do a proper job, especially after I had punished him hard for some early mistakes. This stall would suit a proper horse, but I intended to have slut using it for a while. I also got him to build a small wooden frame, a sort of temporary restraint that would be kept inside the stall, and he would use it to allow him to sleep standing up as a horse does.

I imagined that sleeping on his feet and with his full horse accoutrements on would not feel very comfortable, but to help him comply with his orders I used his old time lock to keep him in place for the night and release him for work at five. Once he woke up, he had to remove his boots and immediately get on his knees to start working. I had a camera installed there, and saw that he was complying with my orders. It showed me it took him some time to get used to the new sleeping arrangement, but after a couple of weeks he was dropping off almost as soon as he was in position. You know how soft I get whenever slut is involved, so I still allowed him to keep sleeping in his old room twice a week. Well, there was still a long way to go until he would get to complete his horse training, but from everything I saw, I was truly confident we would eventually get there!

Chapter 26

As I told you last time, slut's horse training was progressing really well after the boys left. He was already very used to running around his training field in his full horse attire, and that's when I decided it was time to start training him in the horse cart. As his arms were kept tied behind his back, I would have to attach the cart to him with a chest and waist harness, and my commands would be given via the reins attached to his bridle head harness and mouth bit. This part I knew would take some time, so firstly I only taught him to trot in a straight line, pulling me and to halt. To be able to move, he had to keep his body slightly inclined forward, and to stop he had to keep his body straight as if on his tip toes for a brief moment.

Then I started to introduce turning left and right, and finally galloping. I always gave him a sharp crack with the whip whenever he was slow to respond to any of my commands and this quickly improved his performance. Over time slut became really skilled, responding even to the slightest of my commands. Due to this hard work and extensive training routine, his body became really ripped. His training continued throughout the year, and even on the coldest winter day with snow thick on the ground he would get completely sweaty during his grueling afternoons, but as you know he only got cleaned twice a week in preparation for his housecleaning duty the following day, so he frequently had to go either to his stall, his bedroom or his bitch bench with a real slavish stink, not that the dogs ever seemed to mind.

Another year passed, and we were back in summer once again. Today was slut's 17th birthday, and there would be a special celebration this year as well. I whistled from the front porch, and my hunk slave interrupted his work and immediately crawled in my direction, subserviently kneeling in front of me while waiting for his orders.

"Hands on your collar, and keep the plug inside your mouth." I informed the slave, who complied immediately. I then started to fit his head harness, adding a muzzle to keep his plug securely in place and a blindfold to deprive him of his vision. In sequence I took out his PA and removed his cock cage, and then he was almost ready for his birthday gift. I just had to put some clamps on his balls, mitts on his hands and then he was all ready. This year he was going to receive a truly superb present!

"So slut, today is your seventeenth birthday! And this year I will give you the best gift ever. You will learn how to jerk-off and have the opportunity to cum with your disgusting little worm unlocked, for the first time!"

Of course, for such a special circumstance there were some equally special rules. He would be kept plugged (at both ends), blindfolded, balls clamped, on his knees and holding a stretched straight posture the whole time. He would have to use his hands to jerk-off, and his cock wouldn't be allowed to touch any other body part or surface in the process. The trick here was that his fisted hands would stay securely encased by his slave mitts, so he would only be feeling the touch of the rough almost rubbery surface on his cock, having to use it to achieve his one and only cock free ejaculation. Oh, and there would be a five minutes time-cap!

I think by now slut no longer expected anything good either when new visitors came, or when his routine was modified in some way. In his little slavish brain, change probably meant pain, or extra pain to be more precise. So even thought he was going to experience some mild pain from the clamps on his balls, this was a really unexpected outcome for slut! Well, his play time with Jaeger was perhaps another of those occasions, but I think even he understood that our focus was solely on Jaeger's happiness at that time. This was truly the first time he got to experience something nice, just for himself, since we moved here.

I informed him when his time started and stayed there silently by his side. Once he touched his freed cock it immediately grew larger and harder. As he awkwardly jerked-off with his mitts on, I could see his cheeks starting to blush, and even with the blindfold and muzzle on I could identify some facial contortions from this unexpected pleasure. He continued to desperately stimulate his cock with the leather mitts, but the end of his allotted time was fast approaching, and I was beginning to suspect he was not going to manage to get his release. Well, rules are rules, so at the five minutes mark I had to make him stop.

"Hands behind your head slut, now!" I shouted. He knew to obey me before thinking about his own well being, so he did it immediately. I almost pitied slut for the lost opportunity, but luckily for him his pent up cum started to spill from his cock at that exact same time! And I can assure you his balls were really full, so it took more than a minute for it all to slowly ooze out in the ultimate ruined orgasm, but he submissively kept his silence, straight posture and hands behind his head through it all. Once it finished, I removed his blindfold and ordered him to lick up his voluminous cum from the floor.

The obedient slave got his mitts on the floor and started to lick the liquid. From that time when Ben taught him to be responsible for his body fluids in his first gang rape (at that time it was mostly his blood leaking from his ruptured asshole), he knew it was his responsibility to clean up after his own dirtiness. I noticed that his cock was still as hard as a rock, but he had already had a sort of cum, so it was time to re-cage him.

I had a new improved restraint this time, still stainless steel but thicker and with some other additions. This new cage would give him some opportunity to grow once again. Well, at least in girth. With this cage he would have 9 cm [3.5"], which was a huge increase considering that his last one was only 7.5 cm [3"] round. And in terms of length I thought his previous 11 cm [4.3"] length was more than enough. But more than enough is not something we want right? So he would get a reduction in length for a change, meaning that his new cage would be 10×9 cm [4×3.5"].

Firstly I ordered him to put his hands back behind his head and once again blindfolded the slave. I then released the clamps on his nuts, and on close inspection I noticed that he had no pubic hair at all down there, so finally that last cream I used seemed to have worked! Then I removed his harness along with the plug in his ass, quickly disinfected the whole area with some wipes and then I threw a bucked of ice all over his hard cock and balls, quickly shrinking his appendages to their permitted size.

This new cage's locking mechanism was particularly complex, and demanded my full attention in order to do it right. There wasn't any lock, but only several screws that were tailored to that handcrafted cage. All of them had a mechanism of retention, so I had to keep screwing them until I heard a click, and at that point there would be no way to unscrew them. I think you've got it right? This new cage was permanent, it was never ever going to be removed from his dicklet and balls, and that's why I mentioned that his birthday gift was his 'one and only' free dick ejaculation!

After the cage was locked the PA could be refitted, and as the piercing would go through the cage as well, it would act as an additional restraint for slut's encased dick. And to complete the outfit, there would be a cover! The thing resembled a steel version of a thong bikini bottom, and once again, this was a handcrafted made to measure piece taking into considerations slut's body. The steel pouch that would be encasing his caged dick and balls had some orifices for breathing and cleaning. It also was connected to a strip of somewhat flexible steel and leather that would go around his waist, which could still be adjusted to accommodate his body growth. This was connected to another strip of steel, this time not a flexible one, that would go from the waist strip, down his ass crack and connecting with the base of the steel pouch covering his genitals. This strip had a hole that would allow him to shit or to have his hole fucked or plugged. It would also be possible to lock a plug inside, removing even more of his already very limited freedom.

Differently from his cock cage, this cover could be removed at his master's discretion, but for the moment I'd decided to keep it locked. Once I had finalized the procedure, I removed his muzzle, blinkers and mouth gag, allowing him to start thanking my feet for my kindness.

My generosity to slut had been indeed extraordinary on his birthday, so he had to thank me for a long time. I even fetched a chair to make it more comfortable for myself, as I wasn't intending to release him from this task anytime soon. But after only about one and a half hours of him worshiping my feet, I felt I fancied a BJ, so I got him to suck me. To be honest, with almost no remaining moisture in his mouth after he dedicated his saliva to my feet for so long, his tongue was starting to feel a bit rough by then. So before he started to suck me, remembering Christian when he spit roasted the fag with Derek for the first time, I hawked a mouthful of my own saliva and spat inside his mouth to make the suck a more pleasurable experience.

Thirty minutes into the act I started to hear a truck in the distance. This truck was transporting my new horse! A proper one, that I'd finally managed to acquire. The driver saw me sat on the front porch with slut sucking me, and I indicated that he should go to the barn, to settle the horse in his stall, the one that slut had built in the past for this purpose. In addition to the driver there were two handlers, and they gently put the horse in his new home, demonstrating a lot of caring and affection for my new animal, which I was pleased to see from a distance.

Well, by this time I was ready to cum. He gratefully received my cum and kept sucking my cock as if wanting to receive my piss to quench his thirst. Sorry slut, I had other plans for my piss this time and after he licked my cock clean I ordered him to replug his dry mouth and throat (and I muzzled him again). I then ordered slut to bend over the parapet as I had decided to take a piss in his asshole, and finally replugged him and locked the plug in his ass, wiping my cock in his hair and on his cheeks.

Finally I was ready to reveal the truth about his parents to him. If he was allowed to express his feeling it would surely be an emotional moment, I thought.

"So slut, do you remember when your mom discovered that you were a faggot and decided to abandon us? Well, you were still pretty young, so I decided to save you from the whole truth at that time, but now you are older, I think it is finally time to tell it all to you. On that same day your mom left, she took a small plane to where she was going to be living from then on, but that plane crashed and she died. So not only did you drive your mum away because of being such a faggoty slut, you killed her.

"At that time I contacted your father to tell him the news to see if he would look after you, but he didn't want to have anything to do with you, and that's why I got stuck with you. Your mom left you some money, but you are pretty expensive you know? Cost for your schooling, the food and the clothes you like to wear, as well as all of the toys I had to buy you over the years… Anyway, long story short, your extra work and the money your mom sent me were not enough to cover your costs, and I had to keep spending more and more of my own money to meet all the costs of your keep over the years."

Slap! He had started to cry and I had to strike his face hard for that forbidden act!

"Who told you you could start crying slut? Stop with that right now! Ok, continuing, back when you begged to stay here with me, on your eleventh birthday, I informed you that it would mean I would become your master, and when you agreed with that you automatically became a slave, my slave. That means you are my property, I own you. And you know what we do with property when we have debts to settle? Sure we can rent it, but I don't think renting you would be enough, your debt with me is pretty huge now. I could have you continuing working here for me, but it would take much too long for you to repay me it all and I would continue to incur expense for your keep. So you see where I am going, right? The only viable option was to sell you to another master, and that's what I have done!"

I had made the decision to sell him just before he finished his schooling last year. I am a very pragmatic man, and with the poor quality and inefficiency of his labor his debt to me would only increase and never be payed off. So, the only viable option for me was indeed to sell him while I could get the best price. I advertised him and found his new master on the deepweb. Although the transaction happened even before slut reached sixteen years of age, our deal was that his ownership would be handed over on the day he reached seventeen. But his new master would have a say in his upbringing from that day on, and we discussed a lot about slut's new life. The guy appeared to be fixated on horses, and he informed me that he intended to keep slut as a full-time horse. That was the reason why I started to train him for that purpose!

I also managed to get a proper horse as part of the deal. He had been making regular payments into my account for the last twelve months and the horse would be the final part of the payment. It would be delivered on the same day when his men came to pick up his new acquisition, on slut's seventeenth birthday. This guy proved to be a skilled master and horse trainer, in fact he was the one that gave me most of the instructions and suggestions on slut's conditioning. He also lent me the horse cart to be used in the training, and gave me many valuable tips including the cream that finally managed to get slut's crotch hairless. Slut's new chastity belt which I had fitted today was made under his supervision to his specifications, I had just given him slut's measurements. It had been sent to me two weeks before slut's departure date and I must admit I had spent several hours admiring it and the craftsmanship. I wish Lukie or Ben had been able to see it but I had taken a pictures of it to show them.

"Your new master has done the calculations, and working for him as a full time horse it would take you approximately 127 years to repay his investment, but he has agreed to set you free after only 43 years of servitude, and that means you will be a free slut when you reach sixty! How generous of him, right? You will have to put all of your efforts into the new job though, to make sure he doesn't feel the need to sell you before that."

So the three handlers had already safely delivered my new horse, collected the horse cart and were now coming in our direction. One of them was carrying something, that I later identified as a diaper and he roughly put it over slut's encased genitals, while still keeping him plugged. The other two were carrying a cage that they dropped to the floor just in front of the house. They harshly tied slut's forearms behind his back, kicking and pushing him forward, until he reached the cage. Then they opened it from the side and ordered him to crawl inside. I couldn't help but notice how differently they were treating slut in relation to the way they handled the horse just a few minutes before. I assume they were following slut's new master's orders!

He had to remain on his knees and force his torso down and forward to fit inside that constricting steel cage. It was really small for his body size, and once inside, I think he wouldn't be able to move, at all, and the boys had to really shove him in squashing him to be able to close it once he was inside! I didn't know where he was he going to be living from now on, but from my previous interactions with his new master plus the diaper he was being forced to wear I guessed this would be a long trip, probably transcontinental. My piss in his ass was my last gift to him, so that he could keep remembering me while being transported to his new home.

From my side I wouldn't be alone. Charlotte never asked to come and visit my isolated piece of land, but I visited their house frequently. In one of those visits she introduced me to a friend of her, Hannah, and some moths ago we started to date! Her previous husband was in the military, and died in service when their little boy was two (now he was seven).

Before I met the boy, I had been a bit afraid of ending up with another sissy, as he was being raised solely by his mom from a very young age. But it turned out that was not at all the case! Max was nothing like slut, he was a very self-confident young boy, sociable, outdoorsy and sports oriented. We hit it off from the very beginning, and I now believe that if Hannah and my relationship continued evolving the way it was I would really enjoy helping to raise him as a proper young man. They were coming to visit me here next week for the first time and I had used the new horse acquisition to get them excited about the visit. It would not be practical to raise Max on this farm though, so from the look of things I would probably be moving in with them in the near future, keeping the farm as a sort of weekend retreat.

Once the horse handlers caged slut and started to transport him to the truck, I got a glimpse of his face and I noticed despite his compressed and bound body that he was once again crying. Well, it was no longer my responsibility to correct his wrongdoings, so I just let them carry him to the truck, that would transport him to his new master. At that moment I noticed that I also was crying. Well, it was just one tear in my right eye, so I am not sure you could say I was really crying.

But as I reminisced over all of our experiences together, from when he was a seven years old to this date, his seventeenth birthday, I started to feel that I would probably miss my slut. I didn't regret selling him though, the money I got from the transaction added to my current portfolio was my retirement nest egg. I was a rich man now, and wouldn't need to work for others anymore, all thanks to slut! I watched as the truck drove off of my property, and just like that slut disappeared from my life once and for all. But he remained in my thoughts (along with the multiple video recordings) as a memory. A good memory from the past.

Epilogue

Dear Erik,

I am writing this letter to give you some news about the evolution of you former slave. Sex is no longer as important in his new life, so I've decided to rename it with a proper horse name, Spooky. It's very easy for others to know that this is his name as I arranged for it to be tattooed on his chest in nice big letters. I think the new name is a really good match to his personality, and I dare to say you would agree with me on that! It's been almost a year since Spooky has arrived here, and I have to tell you that I am very pleased with my acquisition! And I am very satisfied with the pre-conditioning you performed on him last year as well! But with me he lives as a horse full time, and for that I needed to adapt some of his routines. Let me tell you about it by describing Spooky's typical day.

He sleeps in the stable with the other horses (born horses if you want to know). His day is full of activities, so he needs to wake up very early, at five in the morning, which I know from our earlier conversations he was very accustomed to. After waking up, he is allowed to eat his breakfast, I have to keep him on a very strict diet to help his body grow and cope with his strenuous working day. You will be pleased to know that it is working really well as I have managed to clearly buff him up during this year, and his stronger body allowed me to become even stricter in his discipline! I always make sure that either me or my workers whip him whenever he is slacking of, or just when we want him to go faster.

I kept his two meals a day routine, as he was so used to it already, but I had to adapt its content to avoid any loss of body mass due to his rigorous schedule. In addition to his dry oats, powdered vitamin supplements and his favourite brand of dry dog food I had to add lots of whey protein (with no added flavor as having pleasure from food would not be good for his mind conditioning) and some glutamine at night to improve his muscle recovery. The other horses get sugar cubes and apples as a positive reinforcement, but this is not necessary for Spooky. His daily nutrient intake was calibrated by his vet, but I must say that although the food provides enough for his daily needs, due to his strenuous routine he appears to be in a state of constant hunger. He has to work close to sixteen hours per day, and most of this time is spent attached to a horse mill that he has to move on his own for at least ten hours a day. The rest of his working period is spent attached to a two-wheeled horse cart to drive myself and any cargo around the property.

I am not a cruel master, he is still allowed some short breaks for food, hydration and to relieve his bowels. I have to keep him plugged with a butt plug horse tail, just to avoid his shitting all over the place. The other horses can do that, but his shit has a strong smell (similar to human crap) so I have to be a bit more restrictive with him on that matter. But like the other horses he doesn't have any pee breaks, so he needs to empty his bladder wherever he is, either while working or resting.

As I told you he would, he has been in full chastity since leaving your place, but what you don't know yet is that, apart from the tail constantly plugging his ass, nothing else has entered his hole since he arrived here. The plug is very small by his old standards, so he hasn't got to cum, not even from prostatic stimulation, for this whole year! I prefer to keep him aroused at all times, and since he is always full of energy I am assured that he gives me his best efforts to deliver on his tasks. Please don't hear this as a criticism but, to be completely honest, I think he already had had enough sex in his infancy and adolescence for his whole life. The extra testosterone appears to be working real wonders on his body along with his general grooming, and for those combined reasons I don't intend to let him experience even an erection, much less spilling his cum ever again! As an added bonus, his body is so ripped that it looks like he doesn't have a single ounce of body fat, and he is always displaying his proud and sweaty six pack for my enjoyment.

The weather is mild around here, with temperatures always ranging between 50 to 80°F [10-27°C], so he is kept naked but for his standard slave horse attire at all times. Apart from his horse posture collar, chastity belt, plug tail, upper body slave harness, head harness with blinkers and bit, his extremities are constantly kept in his mitts and hoof boots, but we have to change those daily to avoid any foul odor coming from them. This is not a problem at all, as there are several pairs available for me to choose from. His vet removed all of his fingernails and toenails, so this way it's very easy to keep his hands in fists inside his mitts, although this treatment has to be repeated every three to four months. In fact, I think his hand muscles are so atrophied by now that he wouldn't be able to open his fingers anymore, even if his mitts were left off. I've recently introduced a horse head mask to his attire, but for the moment he can only use it while working in the mill or in his stall. It really impairs his vision, and it could get very dangerous for me if I allowed him to use it for carrying me around.

When in the mill, his front hoofs are attached to the horse shaft and he needs to combine his upper and lower body strength to continuously keep the whole structure in movement, which acts as a great work out for his whole body. Whenever he is not in the mill, his forearms are restrained tightly together behind his back and attached to his upper body harness, but on some very special occasions I do allow him to be free from this bound position, while he is sleeping. As for sleeping, he isn't allowed to lay down like he used to when he was a human, and he has to stand up in his boots all night long, just like the other horses.

Even though he doesn't get to enjoy that continuous sun exposure he got at your place, he has still kept a nice tan, and this helps to beautifully highlight his whip marks. I keep his hair in a nice mohawk style cut just like the other horses, so that he does't feel different when not using his horse mask. And twice a week he is thoroughly scrubbed and hosed down by my workers alongside with his equine companions.

Sometimes I think Spooky misses his old life. One day when he was pulling me around the property on my cart, he slowed down for a moment when we went near one of my doberman pinschers. He probably yearns for the time he was a bitch for your dogs, but this was a memory from his old life, and I had to forcefully whip his back and plugged butt to help him regain the focus on the task he was performing for his master.

I initially tried to treat him as fairly as I would treat the other horses, but with time I noticed that this was virtually impossible. He has to work much harder and for much longer than the other animals to deliver as expected, and he is whipped much more forcefully and frequently. And in addition to their longer resting hours, the other horses are allowed some rest days, but this is not the case for Spooky. Apart from his time with the vet, he hasn't had a single rest day since arriving here, and whenever I have no need for him transporting me or some cargo around, we just keep him attached to the mill for the whole day. But, most importantly, unlike the other horses, he is kept in full permanent chastity. I often bring a mare for the horses to mount during their resting time, and Spooky is left in his stall just watching his buddies getting their release. He probably wishes that he could be there as well, replacing the mare, getting the boys to fuck his ass and allowing him to release his cum, which unfortunately for him is never going to happen.

But this is all pure speculation. As you know, horses don't speak, so on his first week here I had the vet cut his vocal cords, and for that reason he is no longer capable of forming words. But even if he could, the mouth bit that is constantly kept in place would not allow him to vocalize in a human intelligible way. He is constantly drooling around that steel contraption and leaking pre-cum from his encased cock, but I think this is normal for a horse, specially one that used to be a human and is a sexed up teenager in permanent chastity.

Anyway this was just a quick update. Tomorrow is his eighteenth birthday and I intend to give him a couple of hours to rest. I will remove his mouth bit so he can spend this short rest by licking and sucking on his overseers' cocks, and he will be allowed to drink their cum as a treat! This will be the only time of the year he would taste any food apart from his gruel. It will also be the only way he will be able to experience any sort of sex from now on, by sucking on his handlers, and I hope he will really get to enjoy the experience!

I know that his mouth and throat were already thoroughly stretched by you but my men are really well endowed, and I imagine they will wish to get as much pleasure as possible from this experience. Unfortunately I will need to keep his upper limbs tied together behind his back as usual, but as another birthday treat I will remove part of his legs restraints and allow him to get on his knees (another novelty since he came here) and that way he will be able force his mouth and throat very deep and hard on their poles. In his former life, after servicing all of the six sadistic handlers like that, nonstop for two hours, he would probably have lost his voice for a week or so, specially after a whole year without having anything forced down his throat, but that's not a problem anymore as he is no longer capable of speaking. And I intend to inform him that this will be repeated every year on his birthdays, just so he has something to look forward to in the future.

It also will be a very rare occasion, when he will be allowed to sleep without having his forearms bound tightly together behind his back (It will actually be the second time this will have happened since he arrived here). That doesn't mean his hoofs will be free, as I don't want him to try and get any sexual gratification by touching his encased cock or plugged butt with his mitts, so his upper limbs will have to be shackled to the steel frame that is normally used to keep him in his standard sleeping position (standing on his boots).

Today is a sunny day, and as I am writing this letter to you, I had some of my workers attaching Spooky to a cart so that I can drive around the property for the next two or three hours. I need to leave now as I believe the boys just finished harnessing him in place, and I don't want any unnecessary rest to hinder his body and mind conditioning.

Wishing you all the best,

Dave

The End