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The most
delightful thing happened the other day. I was
going to Peter's
school to pick
him up. We like to monitor his time quite
sternly now. We
feel that he
should really be thinking about cock and
serving it and
sex in
general
twenty-four-seven. So we don't like him hanging
around school
talking to kids
about ordinary things. He has chores in the
barn and lots of
folks including
his own dad and mum to satisfy sexually.
Also he lives
quite
a distance from
the farm. He can walk if he goes across
fields and over
some
hills, but it
takes a good forty-five minutes. Time he
could spend
sucking
dick. Besides, on
the way home in the car, I usually play
with him. I make
him strip of
course, and put his big teen feet up on the
dashboard and fuck
his ass with a
three battery flashlight I carry in the car
for emergencies.
Its one of those
huge long rubber things. I figure it will
help to get the
kid's cunt ready
for a horse dick. It is almost time to
take Peter out of
school. He is
wasting too much time sitting in a classroom
listening to
useless knowledge
that will be of no use to him, when he
should be sucking
and fucking and
being abused. But it is such fun to see him
fucked up by his
peers.
That's what
happened on this particular day. A bunch of
the boys, to whom
we had sent
photographs of Peter sucking dick and getting
fucked, along
with
those nice
letters of his saying how much he wanted to
service them, got
together to beat
the shit out of Peter after school. I saw
it from my car.
It was beautiful.
They stripped him bare naked. They kicked
him in the
teenage nut sack.
I think this must happen daily, because I
noticed his
fucksack was
larger, and I didn't know if it was swollen or
just growing.
They made him
stand naked with his legs spread wide and his
hands up behind
his neck, like a
prisoner. Then they took turns kicking up
into his scrotum.
The boys looked
like nice healthy normal teenage boys of
seventeen and
eighteen. High
school seniors I imagine. I think I
recognized one or
two of
them from the
photos in the year book. I was happy that
Peter could bring
some pleasure to
these young jocks. You know how much
pressure there
can be
for a high school
boys, and this would give them some
welcome relief.
Next,
they made the
crying Peter get down and crawl around the
playground
licking
the concrete.
There must have been some old gum there or
something, cause
he
had to scrape it
up and chew it. Then the boys stood around
Peter, took out
their hefty
dicks, and pissed all over him. I laughed so
hard, I teared
up.
What a creative
bunch of kids. Peter was drenched in piss
and crying pretty
hard. They made
him lick the puddles of piss off the
concrete. They
were
calling him all
kinds of names, very interesting names I am
sure, but I
could not hear. A
couple of boys still had some piss in
them, so they
made
Peter kneel up
and they pissed on his face that way, the
piss running down
his naked chest.
If this kind of behavior would become an
everyday
occurrence I
would keep Peter in school for a while yet. We
wouldn't want to
have the boy miss
out on this kind of social intercourse,
now would we?
Well, after the boys pissed on him, they
kicked him a
bit, then, and
this was the
creative part, they took all of his clothing
and left. That's
right, they left
him bare assed naked out in the school
yard. Some little
kids playing near
by started calling him names.Well, I knew
at once what I
must do. I drove
home without the boy. I decided that he
should make his
own
way home, bare
assed naked, teen dick swinging as he ran
across fields.
The
air is still
quite cold, it's reached that time of year
when one prays
that
this is the last
snowfall, the last cold day, and so I knew
that Peter's
piss covered body
would be quite chilled! Perhaps Peter is
like some dishes
we know, best
served chilled!
His dad and mom and I were waiting for him
with the
camera. We were
sipping brandies
and watching out the window. We saw this
pathetic spec in
the distance,
right near the pond. It grew in size and
became a
terrified
naked boy, looked
to be running for his life. Indeed his
prick and balls
were swinging,
but we didn't see that until he grew closer.
He finally
reached the back
fence near the compost heap and the work
shed. His mom
snapped some pics
for the family album. Then a funny thing
happened, as he
climbed naked
over the fence, he must have snagged his
nutsack, because
he
crouched over in
terrible pain holding his family jewels.
Hank and I had a
good laugh over
that, as we know what it's like to hurt
your balls in
sports
or the like.
Peter stood there in the cold, or rather
crouched there,
crying
and shaking. Then
we heard the back door slam.
"Young man,
dale10 told us that you were playing some
stupid game with
your friends
after school and are covered in piss. That's
why he drove
away.
You don't think
we want you in the family car covered in
piss, now do
you?"
We followed into
the rear hall, sipping our drinks. Peter
stood there head
bowed. His hands
were not covering his prick and nuts, that
was not allowed.
"Your father was just hankering for a
nice blow job and
I wanted my pussy
sucked, but if
you think we are going to allow you in here,
smelling like a
urinal, you are
sadly mistaken. I want you to go out to the
barn and use the
hose to wash off!
Make sure you are totally clean, inside
and out."
This would cause young Pete some discomfort as
the water
in the bar was
icy cold! Oh
well, we had to get the boy clean.
When he was
clean, we all three warmed him up by
playing with his
body
a bit. Then Hank
got a nice long dick suck from his son.
Helen then
received
her pussy
licking. Then She fixed dinner, while Peter went
out to the barn
to do his chores.
By now you know
that his barn chores would get him
filthy again,
which
meant another
cold water hosing. He had to clean the stalls
by carrying the
horse shit in his
mouth to the waste pile. He had to crawl
as well. My God
he loathed this.
His body trembled just approaching the
barn. I thought I
would go out and
watch and give the boy a pointer or two.
Imagine at
sixteen, having
to carry piles of horse apples (horse turds
for those of you
not used to
farms) in your mouth. He still gagged and often
puked, even
though he has
been doing this for a couple of weeks now. It
makes my dick
hard to see such
a cute boy doing this.
"Peter, you
just are not getting used to horse shit. We
want you to enjoy
your work, but to
do that, the taste of the horse shit must
become pleasant
to you."
He looked at me
with wild eyes. More and more lately,
his eyes look
wild
and unfocused,
like his mind is far away. His young body
trembled. His
cute
face was covered
with horse shit.
I noticed a horse in a nearby stall about to
take a
shit. His huge
asshole was open
and I could see a large lump of light
brown horse shit
about to be
pushed out.
"You know we are doing this for your own
good, Peter.
To help
you!" I
dragged the boy
behind the horse. "If you take the shit
right out of the
horses ass, you
save time and effort. It saves you having
to crawl around
and taking it off
the dirty barn floor. Open your mouth,
Peter!"
Well, the lump of horse shit was much larger
than the
boy's mouth. So
It
splattered all
over his face. He started sobbing and
puking, but I
held him
still as more and
more wet stinking horse shit flowed over
his face.
"Eat it Peter. Swallow it. Chew and
swallow the horse
shit,
Peter!"
It was beautiful. From now on, we would add to
Peter's
chores, licking
and sucking out
the horses' assholes! That way he would get
it right from
the horse's ass!
Well, Peter was a fucking shit covered,
retching mess. He
had the dry
heaves for about eight minutes. I thought he
would puke his
guts
out. It was
really sexy...his tight young tummy fluttering
as he dry puked
over and over,
his nice big tongue hanging from his mouth
like he was an
animal. He still
had to masturbate the horses into the
jar.
The horse cum
from the jar is used to prepare Peter's
food.
After he was thoroughly clean, I walked the
boy back to
the house my arm
around him.
"I really am quite proud of your development,
Peter. I know
this has not been
easy for you. Just a few months ago, you
were a normal boy
not you are a
filthy fuckpig! You are doing quite well, and
I want you to
know that,
because in the weeks to come, the abuse is going
to get much more
serious. Up until
now, we have just been playing around.
But we need to
reshape you into
a total pigcunt. Soon you will be getting
fucked by
horses. You will
of course lose all control of your bowels
after that. So
for the rest of
your life you will most likely have to wear
a diaper. That
can be
problematic for a sixteen year old boy to accept.
But look at it
this
way, for
everything you gain, you have to lose something.
You are gaining
twenty inches of
horse dick every day! How many boys your
age can claim
that? In some
ways, you are a very lucky boy."
I heard him
gently crying in the darkness.
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