Farmslave 4

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Farmslave 4
Date: 15 April 2015

Seeing my belongings burn to ashes, hit me like a hammer. How could he do this to me? Why me? What the hell had I ever done to deserve this? The tears ran down my cheeks, part from my frustration, and part from the pain in my dick. The milking machine showed no mercy whatsoever. It kept sucking on my sore dick. I whimpered and grunted in my gag. Paul seemed to enjoy the entire scene. He looked quite relaxed leaning against the doorframe. He obviously also enjoyed my torment immensely judging by the enormous erection he had in his overalls. I felt my dick start to harden again, had i bummed three or four times, i had no idea, the pain, the chock had taken away my clarity. I felt it sting in my cock, i tried again to wiggle out of my chains. It had not worked the other 800 times i had tried, so why would it this time. But i had to do something. I started to reach climax. I was standing lost still trying to push my libido over the edge. Let me come! I wanted to scream, but i could not even grunt. Then finally i came, the machine kept sucking, and i felt the worst pain in my dick that i have ever felt, it felt like it was burning. I found the strength to scream. Paul looked up and i caught eye contact with him. I rattled my chains and begged him to let me go. The grunts my begging was reduced to seemed to amuse him. But he came over, he reached for my balls, and gave them a squeeze, i whimpered and sobbed like a five year old. Of course no five year old should ever be, put through this - no one should. Paul removed my gag, i started begging immediately. Please Paul no more, no more no more. Paul put his finger to his lips to silence me. I stopped talking. Shall i stop? Paul asked. Yes please i said. Tell me what you are, and who you belong to Paul smirked at me. How could he, why did he not stop this - this is not funny. But i couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out, wanted that fucking milking machine off my dick. I shook my head and whispered I am your slave Sir, and I belong to you. LOUDER Paul shouted. I am your slave, and I live to serve you Sir. You own me. My words seemed foreign, and my voice was weak. Paul put the gag back in my mouth, and fastened the straps tightly behind my head. You bet you are. Then he walked to the milking machine and turned it off. He loosened the waistband and removed the cup, my dick was bright red, close to purple. And it hurt like hell. It hang soft, like it knew how much it had hurt me, as if it were ashamed. Paul took the chastity device and started putting it on me. I wiggled and grunted no please. Paul smacked my extremely sore dick to make me stand still. I screamed like i never had. The pain was pure torture. I did not dare to try again. So i stood silently letting him put it on me. He closed the cat suit, and the coverall. But he did not release me from my spread-eagle position. No actually he left. I stood there in the huge doorway looking at the small flames that were consuming what was left of my clothes. What had i gotten myself into? After a couple of minutes Paul came back. With him had he some sort of iron ring. It was a waistband made of steel. He had obviously measured me because i was a snug fit on me. I felt i pressing the cat suit and the coverall against my skin. He closed it with a huge bolt that he fastened with a huge wrench. Impossible to remove with only the power of your fingers. On the front of the belt was a ring welded to the belt. Paul fed the chain that went from my ankle to my wrist chains through it. This made my resistance even harder because it limited my reach with my hands. After the belt was secure he released my one hand and put it in my wrist irons and when it was secure he did the same with the other. After that the same went for my ankles. I was tired and I knew that I could never overpower him dressed like this, and making a run for it would be idiotic with my hands tied and several miles to the closest person. You can start the feeding Paul said. I nodded and picked up the chain from the floor. It is much easier to walk when you don’t have to drag the long chain with your feet.

Paul may think he had broken me, but i was more determined than ever to get away from here. He had crossed the line, this sure as shit was not funny. But i am a patient man, so i would wait and when the right opportunity presented itself i would escape. One day he would forget something and then i would be gone. All i had to do was to play along, so he wasn't on guard. I kept on working in the stable as his slave, i hated it, but i kept him happy so he didn't whip me constantly but at least once a week he would punish me just to make sure i knew what would happen if i misbehaved. I don’t know how much time passed, but it sure was three weeks or maybe even more. Being a slave somehow makes you lose track of time.

One evening i was finishing up the milking. Paul came to me and asked me to hurry up. I nodded, to let him know i had heard and understood. Just as i was done cleaning after the milking. Paul came and pointed to the center of the pit where he washes me. He removed my chains and asked me to strip. I started unbutton my overalls. Damn it Paul shouted. You better be naked when i get back with the sad Paul said, and left. Had he just left me unchained? This was my window of opportunity. I quickly buttoned my overalls and jumped out of the pit. I ran as fast as i could to the stable door. Just as i ran through the opening a strong arm wrapped around my chest. I fought as best i could, i grunted, and made as much noise as i could. I tried to kick and punch my way out of his stern grip. Then out of nowhere another set of hands helped pinning me to the ground. I looked up and saw Paul smiling. I knew you would do this, you can always tell from a slaves eyes, if there still is a rebel within. Paul grinned. The big guy holding me down, was a guy I had never seen before. He sat on my chest holding my hands down. Judging from hos massive chest i would guess he was about 135 kg. Tall and BIG not all fat but also enormous hands and arms. Paul kneeled at my head. I will make this easy for you he said and held a rag to my nose. What the fuck, I panicked big time me legs and feet kicked into the thin air. The big guy held my hands tight and i couldn't move under his huge body. I held my breath as long as i could. I love when they think they can hold their breath the big guy said with a deep voice. I was running out of air which made me panic even more, but after another few seconds i took a deep breath and i smelled a sweet smell that made my head spin. No i grunted in my gag. I tried breathing through my mouth. But the rag was big enough to cover my mouth too. Second breath made my head swirl even more. The night sky started spinning. I tried pulling my arms but my arms did not respond. They did not move. My feet started tingling. I took another breath, the sweet smell was incredible. I felt like a ghost my body was light as a feather. Another breath and...

I woke up extremely groggy. It was just a dream, i had dreamt that i was a slave. How stupid! I took a deep breath, it smelled like the stable? I opened my eyes. I was indeed in the stable, the cows stood behind their steel fence looking at me. I was lying on some kind of board. I looked around. I was lying on a special kind of bench. My wrists fastened to the legs of it my torso resting on a wide plank, and my legs spread and fastened to another set of legs. I was dressed thank god. I tried yelling. But i was gagged. Obviously it had not been a dream. Then i saw Paul and the other big guy come walking towards me. Paul was carrying a wrench, and the big guy a small box. Oh you are awake he said. The walked over and stood on either side of me. Paul reached down to my neck and grabbed hold of a very heavy collar. Look what i have gotten you. He felt the weight of the collar now, it was heavy. It was plain steel with welded on D-rings around the side of it. It won't break Paul smirked. An inch wide. Burt here welded it on your neck, while you slept. I grunted a lot, because it pissed me off. Burt slapped my ass, with his hand that was the same size as small tire from a car. I pulled my restraints but to no good whatsoever. As i was quite again Paul said Burt has made this amazing piece, he showed me the small box, i did not understand a thing Paul held it to my collar and started attaching it with two very big bolts. Paul sat down on a bale of hay, this collar was not something i wanted you to wear. But you just did not want to accept that you are a slave. This you proved when you tried to run away. So when you wear this i can punish you with this remote. He held up a black remote. There are six levels. I won't demonstrate because, well there are no need. You will find out yourself. Furthermore it is noise activated. So scream you will get punished, yell you will get punished, make a cow roar, you will get punished. I protested but i did it quietly so i didn't activate it. My grunting must have annoyed the big Burt, because i he swung his hand and slapped my ass again. I screamed in my gag. But at the same time a fire broke out in my neck, i screamed again, and that way i was self-punishing me. The pain was so harsh. I thrashed in my restraints but i was tied up too good. I went silent again. FYI Paul said that was only level four. Besides the remote, and the noise activation. It also keeps you here. If you leave this stable it will go off at level six. And believe me you will not get ten meters outside this stable with that pain. I will remove your gag so you can thank me for your new collar, and then you will thank Burt for welding it on you. Making sure no one ever stealing it from you. What the hell just happened? I can never escape this? Will i be a slave forever? Will i never ever walk into a bar have a drink? Hook up with a cute guy? Paul removed the gag. I said nothing. Paul took the remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. I felt the intense pain in my neck. That was a three Paul said. Thank me! You fucking sash... I screamed like a pig, and thrashed in my restraints. The pains was unbearable. After some seconds i managed to calm down and making the electro torture stop. Thank Me! Paul snarled. Thank you Sir i cried and thank you master Burt for welding it on me. Good boy Paul said. Well Burt collect your payment Paul said. Burt went to me he reached under my torso unbuttoning my overalls. He pulled them down over my ass. No he was going to fuck me. Paul had gotten this perv to weld a fucking collar on me, and as payment he gets to fuck me. I yelled NO! But I was immediately zapped. I pulled my restraints, and struggled the best i could. Burt on the other hand did not seem to mind, he opened the bottom zip in the cat suit. Pulled out the plug and lubed my ass. I kept struggling. But to no avail at all. I looked back as best i could and saw him dig out his massive cock from his pants. I felt his head positioning at my hole. I bit my teeth. Then without notice he pushed, and he pushed hard. I Screamed and felt the electro. My ass was being ripped apart. My neck was burning. The tears rolled down my cheeks. Hurts thrusted deep and fast and soon i took all of his massive cock. My screaming eventually died out. It only made it worse. Paul then took out his dick and went to my mouth. He wrapped hold of my head harness and started fucking my mouth. His cock hit against the back of my throat, while Burt’s plunged deep in my ass. I was in pure hell. But i could not do a thing. The pain can't be described. But after a few minutes i started enjoying it. What the fuck was happening i thought as Paul thrusted his cock all the way down my throat so i gagged. My entire body shivered with lust. My heart starting beating faster. This fucker likes it Burt roared. I knew he would Paul hissed. After another minute or two Paul shot his load. I swallowed it immediately and sucked on. He pulled out. The pain in my ass was still there but the pleasure of Burt’s huge cock massaging my prostate was nothing short of amazing. Fuck me i moaned Fuck me... Oh i will Burt said and grabbed hold of my hair. He pulled my head backwards with every thrust. After another minute i felt Burt’s cock swell and he shot his load deep inside me, He collapsed on my back and i felt his cock pumping his semen into my gut. Please let me cum i whispered. Please... Paul mounted my gag on the head harness silencing me. Burt regained his strength and stood up and pulled out of me. I moaned in my gag i was so horny i wanted to get off. Paul inserted the plug again and closed my cat suit. After that he removed the restraints and helped me off the bench. He put my work chains back on me. Then he turned to Burt. They stood for a minute talking. Then they turned to me. When you don’t have an order you kneel Paul said and looked at me. He pressed a button on the remote. I felt an unpleasant zap in my collar and dropped to my knees. My dick was still rock-hard and i was hornier than i can remember ever being. But they did not care so all i could do was to kneel here on the stable floor. After almost an hour Paul said it was time for bed, come on slave, i followed him to the cage, i knew the drill, so i crawled in positioned myself on my knees, and got my head locked in the door so i could not move. Sitting like this Paul attached a wire to my collar. It needs to recharge once a week so every time o got you in here i better recharge. A flat battery does not control you much. Paul walked away and turned off the lights. I was left in the cage, kneeling. I just realized that i seriously needed to pee, well i better just get it over with Paul certainly don’t care for my comfort.

I woke up the next morning to Paul rattling the bars of my cage with his steel pipe. Paul let me out of the cage and made me stand up. He then unbuttoned my overalls and pulled out my dick from the cat suit. Oh someone has been quite the pig haven't they? He said. Then he put my cock back in the chastity device. I did not even bother to complain, it would not end well for me. Time for breakfast slave boy he said as he buttoned my overalls. I followed him through the stable. At the milking pit he made me kneel, he then fastened my wrist-shackles above my head and attached the funnel to the gag again. Then he went away, i assumed to fetch some soup as he normally fed me with. He came back holding a Tupperware container. I have milked out so in here is my sperm and your sperm from your time here. It has been frozen but i thawed it last night and you need you proteins. I kind a panicked that was plain disgusting. I struggled like never before with my chains. I saw him pour the thick substance into the funnel. Just at i thought he had failed, it would not go through the thin hose. He pissed into the funnel. Then the mixture of sperm and piss came down the hose and hit the back of my mouth leaving me no choice but to swallow. I never felt so disgusted before in my life. I was drinking a combo of my own and my master’s sperm with only his piss to wash it down with. On top of that i am wearing a cat suit i had pissed in several hours ago. My dick is locked in a chastity device. My ass is being constantly fucked by a plastic butt plug. I am gagged. I am collared with a dog collar that zaps me if i make noise or try to run away. On top of that i am chained to a cow stable. Thinking this through made my dick jump to life, and immediately the spikes tortured me as i sat here chained gulping down this disgusting drink my master was feeding me.