Farmslave 5

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Farmslave 5
Date: 05 May 2015

The thick substance kept flowing to the back of my mouth, and I had no other choice, than just swallow it as best I could. My eyes was locked at Paul, he enjoyed it, and he kept emptying his bladder into the funnel. I wiggled in my chains but the kept me firmly in place. Paul smiled at my attempt to escape. He finally seemed to have be empty so he put his cock back in his overalls and zipped the shut. Then he looked at me again and smiled, then he spat into the funnel and left. I don’t know how long I was left alone, but I certainly was several minutes. My knees ached like hell. Unlike my cage here I had to kneel with my weight on my knees, due to the fact that my wrists was chained higher. When Paul finally came back he was carrying a huge bowl of soup. He poured it all into the funnel, this was way better than the sperm and piss mixture. But still the taste wasn't fantastic. Paul came down and stood next to me as I swallowed the rest of my breakfast. As soon as I swallowed the last drop Paul removed the funnel gag. I immediately started cursing at him. You fucking bastard, let me the... Paul swung his hand, and slapped my face, I screamed in agony, and immediately got zapped by my collar. Paul waited until I calmed down, and kept quiet, then he swung his hand again. I cried out in pain one more time only to feel the collar zap me again. Paul then grabbed the muzzle gag and tried to put it on me, but I shut my mouth tight. Paul shook his head in disappointment, and kicked me in the balls with his left boot. The pain exploded in my balls and I thought I would throw up. I cried out, and in the second I did that Paul pressed the gag into my mouth. Then he strapped it tightly to my head harness and put on the padlock as usual. I hang loose in my chains due to the pain, why the hell did he do this to me. After a couple of minutes the pain subsided. I looked up, but Paul was nowhere to be seen. I actually panicked a little, it couldn't be a good sign that he didn't care to see my pain.

Half an hour probably went before I saw him again. His eyes didn't meet mine at all. He loosened my wrists, and dragged me to the middle of the pit. He made me stand and locked my new permanent manacles to two chains that hang from the ceiling. Then he chained my ankle chains to two bolts in the floor. Then he grabbed a remote hanging on the fence. I looked up and realized the chains did not only hang from the ceiling, they were connected to an electric winch. No I grunted in my gag, No No Noooooo As I raised my voice, the collar zapped me again. Paul pressed the remote, and my arms were raised. The kept going upwards, seconds later I felt my body being lifted. Another few seconds and I was only tiptoeing on the tip of my rubber boots. Paul let go of the remote. I was spread out like an X, I could not move an inch, and it hurt in my wrists. Paul came closer and looked me in the eye. You don’t get it do you? His face was only an inch from mine, and he was clearly very angry. I was a bit scared, because I had just realized how vulnerable I was. You don’t get it do you, he repeated. I just nodded. No! You don’t you stupid piece if shit. You are not in control, you do not decide, you don’t get to speak. His voice was low, and his anger was clear. I get it I grunted in my gag. Quite Paul yelled into my face. From now on you will get punished every time you speak, every time you try to speak, every time you hesitate, every time you do not obey. I tried being nice, but you have to push me. Every infraction is 100 whiplashes. No No I yelled into my gag. The collar zapped me again. You really don’t get I Paul said again. I tried to calm down so the collar would stop zapping me. Paul positioned himself behind me. He unbuttoned my overalls, and pulled them down over my ass. I tried to look back to beg him. But before I could, I heard the whip whistle through the air. I heard it crack on my back and in the next second the pain exploded. I screamed in agony, and the collar zapped me, before I could control myself, Paul had swung the whip again. The pain was indescribable, and I could do nothing to escape from it. Paul kept on going, and he had a cruel swing. Halfway through my punishment, my mind closed down, it felt like I left my body, I stopped screaming, not because I did not hurt, but because I could not scream anymore. The collar stopped zapping me, and I just hang loose in my chains. The tears rolled down my cheeks and my nose ran. After what felt like an eternity Paul dropped the whip on the floor and left. I don’t know how long I hang there alone. But after some time Paul came back, he grabbed between my legs and got hold of my butt plug. He pulled it out, I moaned. Then he showed me another plug. It was about the same size, except this was almost twice as long. Paul started to insert it, I felt it going in, and it felt foreign. I felt my cock starting to grow in its cage. Paul wrapped his arm around my chest and started fucking me with the plug. My breath got deeper and faster. My cock got harder which was painful due to the spikes. I whimpered and moaned. Paul fucked me harder and faster with the plug. I wanted to cum so bad. Paul kept working on me, and like an expert he kept me on the edge of an orgasm for several minutes. The instead of giving me my release he plunged the plug deep into my ass. And slapped my sore back. I screamed into my gag, and immediately got a shock from my collar. Then Paul pulled up my overalls and buttoned them. I begged for an orgasm but Paul ignored me completely. He loosened the chains and instead put me into my work chains. Get to work Paul said. I looked at him he surely must be joking. He picked up the whip from the floor, and I realized that he wasn't. I went out into the open and got the cows ready for the milking. The suspenders in my overalls was killing me, because of my beaten back and my chains was in the way as usual. But I managed. The new plug was hell it massaged my prostate, beyond anything I had ever experienced, every step made my cock jump, which hurt like hell due to the spikes in my cock cage.

After a couple of hours Paul came back, I had been done for half an hour so I just sat on a bale of hay. New rule Paul said, when you do not have a chore, and I am not here you are to lock yourself into your cage. I looked at him, was he serious? You get in and you close the padlock. Do you understand he asked? I nodded, what else could I do. Good slave Paul said. Kneel he commanded I did instantly, Paul removed the gag, I kept quiet. Lick your master’s boots. I looked down on his boots, they were quite dirty, filled with mud and dung. But I had no choice I went down on all four and put my head down, the smell was disgusting, but I did as I was told. I did my best not to taste it, it was horrible. I started to cry, Paul heard the sobs, accept it slave, and it will get so much easier. I kept working on his boots, it felt so wrong. But the thought of being forced to do this, chained plugged and in my piss soaked cat suit, made me so horny. Is this what I want to be? The answer scared me. Once I was done Paul gagged me again and put me back in my cage to rest before I had to do the evening milking. I sat for quite some time thinking about my life. How it had not turned out the way I thought it would. Maybe I have to realize that this is what I am and ever is going to be.

A couple of months went by nothing really happened, but that’s how it should be as a slave I guess. All my days are the same, Paul wakes me up at four feeds me, I milk the cows, feed them, clean the stable, clean the milking section, feed them again, milk them again. After work I am locked in my cage, and between tasks I am either locked in the cage of kneeling in the milking pit. Paul makes sure to keep me horny at all times. He rarely lets me cum, but he edge me frequently. I don’t know when it started, but somehow I have settled into my position, and I have learned to accept it, and I actually enjoy some of it.

One day after the evening milking Paul took me over to the fuck bench. He removed my work chains and made me strip out of my coverall. The he had me lie down on the bench. He fastened my wrist irons to the legs and strapped my body down. Then he removed the cock cage. I grunted into my gag with joy. Maybe tonight I get to cum. My body shivered with lust. Then he attached something to my cock. I felt at tingling in it. Shit he had put on an electro device. I moaned. Paul then slapped my cat suit covered back and left. I tried to wiggle but I was held firmly in place. The electro device had been set on a mild level. It kept working on me, my cock was rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum, but it did not stimulate me enough to make me cum. It was driving me insane. I saw the sun go down in the horizon. Obviously I and been here for at least three hours. I moaned constantly - I wanted an orgasm. But the machine did not seem to care much. After another hour or so I heard footsteps behind me. I could not turn my head but I could hear Paul coming back. But he sure as shit was not alone. There must have been at least eight. They came into my line of sight. There he is the entertainment of the night. I grunted into my gag. Burt the big guy who made my collar was there, he came closer, and bent down to adjust the electro device. The tingling became a sharp pain. I moaned louder and felt the collar start up. I tried to control myself. But it was hard. Then someone pulled out the plug, he did so in one quick movement. It hurt like hell and I felt so empty after. But it didn't take long before I felt someone start to fuck me. I moaned and wiggled in my chains. I did not sign up for being his whore. Paul removed my gag, and steppes aside to let one of his friends use my mouth. I sucked as best I could, and felt the guy fuck me harder and harder. I moaned and my breath got faster as if I was running a marathon. The pain in my cock was harsh but fuck I wanted this, I wanted them to fuck me, I wanted them to shove their pricks down my throat. I wanted it all. Fuck me I moaned. Burt laughed. He is a little sperm whore.

And he was right I was - and I still am...