Farmslave 3

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Farmslave 3
Date: 11 April 2015

There I was, on my knees, my hands tied above my head, and Paul’s cock in my mouth. Paul’s breath became deeper and faster as he got more and more horny. I could feel his cock being thrusted down my throat, my gag reflex was working overtime. I wanted him to pull back a little so I could catch my breath. But he did not. I tried to pull away but his hands had my head in a strong grip. I pulled my hands but it was futile, my chains kept me effectively in place. I panicked, I couldn't breathe, I thrashed in my chains, but all it did was making the chains clink. I tried yelling but not noise came out. Paul slapped my face, SUCK SLAVE! I tried to do as he said, but the lack of air was a problem. Find a rhythm he yelled. It was harder this time because he fucked me harder and deeper than before. He went on for another minute or two before he shot his load down my throat. I looked at him, actually I was a bit shocked, how could the guy I adored only fifteen hours ago do this to me? And why on earth did it turn me on so much, my cock was literally about to burst from the blood pressure it was under. The spikes in the chastity hurt like hell. Paul demanded me to suck him clean, I did my best. He pulled out and put his cock back in his overalls, and closed the zipper. The pain in my cock was so extreme I can't even describe it. I whimpered a little. Shut up t Paul said. I looked at him, Paul I said, Quiet! Paul yelled. Paul I want out I said. I tried to look Paul in the eyes but he did not meet my eyes. He actually seemed to look around. He grabbed the new muzzle and came towards me. I kept my mouth shut. He wasn't getting it on me. But before anything else happened he kicked me in my groin. The pain exploded in my fucking balls, I collapsed and hang like a doll in my chains. I wanted to throw up, I screamed in agony. As soon as I opened my mouth Paul shoved the gag in. He was very quick at fastening the straps behind my head. I tried to shake my head but it didn't help a bit. The pain in my balls kept on for several minutes. Paul didn't seem to care about the fact that he just kicked me I my balls. As soon as the muzzle was securely fastened to my head. He left. I was left in the stable, in the most twisted situation I ever could have imagined. How could he do this to me? Fifteen hours ago we were good friends, we had amazing sex, and fooled around a little with this domination thing. I adored him. How could he do this to me, I started crying.

I don’t know how long I was alone, but it must have been several hours. My knees hurt like hell, I wasn't used to kneel like this, and my wrists was a bit sore from the manacles. I heard footsteps. It was Paul, he was carrying a small cardboard box. He placed it on the floor in front of me. He took a small tube from the box, and put it on the muzzle, then he stepped up on the elevated floor in the milking pit, there he attached it to a huge funnel which he railing that keeps the cows in place. He was going to feed me something. I shook my head. I knew I would not like it, but there was nothing I could do about it. I saw Paul smile at my childish attempts to keep him from doing whatever he wanted. Then he pulled out his cock, and pissed in the funnel, I saw the transparent tube fill with his yellow piss, and only a few seconds later I tasted the bitter piss in my mouth. I hated it but I couldn't shake the tube, nor the muzzle. Paul kept pissing in the funnel. How much piss could that prick hold? After he was done he zipped his cock back in his overalls, and walked away. He came back within minutes carrying three liters of water. He poured it all into the funnel. He jumped in to the pit and stood next to me. Drink up slave, you have work to do. If a look could kill, he would have been nothing than a bloody stain on the floor. I Hated him I was drinking his piss, and all I have had to eat so far was his nasty cum. After five or six minutes the funnel had emptied itself into the back of my mouth and I had swallowed it. Paul loosened my chains and put the back in my working chains. I got on my feet and suddenly felt the urge to piss. I looked at Paul and asked him to me piss. But of course all he heard were some grunts. Paul handed me a fork and pointed to the free area of the stable and said. Make sure the cows have fresh hay to sleep in. I pointed to my cock, and grunted I need to pee. Paul laughed Then Pee I don’t care! But get to work. Then he showed me his whip, so I didn't dare to test him. I started walking which wasn't easy. I had the fork in one hand, and my chain in the other so I could easier walk. I started spreading the hay but after a little while, my urge to pee grew even bigger. Paul was nowhere to be seen, but I had no way of getting my cock out of my cat suit not to mention my overalls. So I had no other choice, the first few drops were harder than I thought. Apparently I was rather well trained. But as soon as I got started my flow kept going and I felt the warm piss run all the way down my left leg. I felt so disgusting, and so degraded. But for some reason my dick hardened. After I had pissed myself, I continued but I only got to make one single step before the short piece of chain made me fall on my face. My hands sank deep it to the shitty hay. I cursed in my gag, but only grunts could be heard. I got back on my feet, and looked down at myself. I was covered I cow-dung and my piss splashed around in my left boot. I managed to spread the rest of the hay, without further incidents but I hated it. Paul came back a little later to get me started on the milking. He laughed from the top of his lungs when he saw me. There he is my little dirty stable slave he said.

After the milking Paul made me stand in the middle of the milking pit. He removed the chains from my wrists, loosened my overalls, pulled off my t-shirt and pulled down the top of my cat suit. When my torso was naked, he tied my wrists to two chains hanging from the ceiling. I had both arms in the air with app. one meter apart. After that he removed my ankle chains and all the clothes. I was completely naked and I felt rather vulnerable. He took a hose and started spraying water on me. It was freezing and I tried to get away, but the chains kept me in place. Paul walked up behind me. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out. I moaned in my gag, it felt so good to be rid of it. But it hurt like hell when he pulled it out. Paul walked in front of me. He looked into my eyes. Now slave you shit. After this the plug I going back in, and it won't come out for at least 24 hours. I was so pissed was I supposed to shit myself. Paul shook his head as if he was disappointed. Then he stepped behind me again. After some seconds I heard something whistle through the air, and in the next split of the second I heart the leather crack on my back. He was whipping me. 25 strokes for not obeying. I screamed in my gag. When the whip hit my back again, my voice cracked for a second. The cows were roaring, probably not understanding my screaming, I felt the whiplashes raining on my back, but I couldn't help it, I cried like a baby, but halfway through the 25 strokes I ran out of energy. I came to a point where I could not even scream, all I could do was silently cry. Paul put the whip away and came to me, he looked me in the eyes, and said Shit slave. I did as I was told and felt it fell onto the floor. Paul removed it at once, and sprayed me with the hose again. The cold water felt nice on my beaten back. I dint remember a lot of my cleaning, because I was tired, and broken. I just accepted whatever he did to me.

After the cleaning he inserted the plug again, and helped into a fresh cat suit, then he helped me into a clean coverall zipped it shut and put my work chains back on me. He led me to a corner of the stable, where he had placed a small cage. He opened the door and said crawl in. I did as I was told. He positioned me in a kneeling position and closed the door he pulled down a part of the door, making room for me to stick my head through. I did the he but the piece back in place making me stuck. He sat down in front of me and said. I does not have to be this way slave. I looked at him but I couldn't he had killed me. If you behave, you can have the life you love. But when you misbehave I have to punish you. If you think today was rough, just keep pushing me. This is the easiest punishment you will get, do you understand me? I nodded he was being rather clear, so there was nothing to misunderstand. I can see you are beginning to understand, he said. You are a slave, and I can do whatever I want with you, and you can't do a single thing about it. He stood up and said goodnight. He shut the lights and I sat there in the dark, he was right he had planned this perfectly, we were in the middle of nowhere. Nobody could hear me scream, nobody knew where I was, nobody bothered to look for me. I could be here forever. I tried to get comfortable but I couldn't move much. At some point I must have dozed off.

I woke up to an awful noise, Paul banged the bars of my cage, with a piece of metal pipe. Wake up slave. I was stiff like an old man after my night in a kneeling position in a cage. He opened the door and let me out. I got on my feet and stretched out, I could feel the damp inside if my cat suit, and my cock felt rather wet in its cage. I could feel it starting to swell. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I enjoy what he does to me. Get to work he said and slapped my ass. I went to work, and I actually did rather well, I was making better time, but it was hard as hell working in my bondage. At some point Paul came to me and watched my work, he walked up behind me and held me close. He squeezed my cock and balls, I moaned in my gag. You like it don’t you slave. I nodded. I knew it he said. His free hand started grabbing my ass. I soon understood what he was doing he was grabbing for the plug. But it was hard to get through the coverall and the cat suit, Paul managed and soon he was fucking me with the plug and massaging my balls at the same time. My dick tortured itself on the spikes. I whimpered and my body trembled with lust. He kept playing for several minutes. I kept moaning please make me cum, I was so horny I could not believe it. But before I got to cum he stopped. He asked me to finish up. I worked as best I could. And a few hours later I was done. He brought me to the huge stable-door, he loosened my wrist chains and fastened my manacles to some chains that hang from the ceiling. The same went for my ankles. He tied me up tight so I stood like a X. Then he opened my coverall and the cat suit. He removed the chastity. The he blindfolded me. I stood there with my erect cock ready to beg for a release. I felt him putting something on my cock. Then it all went quite again. The thing on my cock was heavy, but it was fastened to my cock with a band around my waist. It felt like a chastity tube but only bigger and without the spikes. After about 10 minutes Paul removed the blindfold, I looked down and say a portable milking machine strapped to my cock. I yelled NO! Paul smiled you need to understand you are a slave, so I will take away your free life, while you are being milked as the slave cow you are. Then he turned on the milking machine. I sucked my cock very hard, I moaned. Paul walked outside and showed me all my stuff. He had it all in a huge pile on the ground. He said is it good? I moaned NO! Paul got a can of gas and poured it over my stuff. All my regular clothes my wallet, my ID, my phone, my cd's, my videos. All my stuff I screamed NO! Paul did not care, he stood there waiting. I felt my cock betraying me, it was swelling in the machine. I was so horny. I struggled with the chains but I couldn't get free. Then Paul produced a lighter and lit the fire. I saw the flames rise over my belongings. Just as I felt my cock explode in the machine. I hang loose in the chains for half a minute, while the machine sucked my cock dry. The flames were higher than four feet. Then the pain came, the machine did not stop, it kept sucking. I moaned in the gag and struggled in my chains. Paul stood relaxed leaning against the door frame. Watched me in my agony. Tears ran down my cheeks the bastard had just burned the life. My life was on the ground burning while I was standing here, chained, plugged, gagged and attached to a milking machine. I had no control and I just dawned on me this would not change.