Will K 5

Author: plugged
Title: Will K -5
Date: 28 August 2007

Bit of A Lad 5


"Kneel!" I knelt at the side of the small cart after depositing the bag
of feed on it.
"If I hear you say one word or anything that sounds like human speech
I'll belt your arse red raw," he warned as he removed the gag. I
remained silent.

"Oh Paul has had some already I see," he mused as he parted my cheeks,
"Now don't drop that." He patted the end of the gag as he pushed it
inside my arse. "Now get my cock and balls out and wash them."

I pulled his cock and balls out from his overalls and set to licking
and sucking them.

"Get that.. ooh ... tongue under my foreskin ... yeah thats it." He
moaned and squirmed a bit as I worked away trying my best to keep the nose
ring from getting in my way.

Finally he came and held my head till he deposited his entire load
inside my throat, two or three spurts followed his first volcanic eruption.
I sucked till he stopped me. I looked at him as he withdrew.

"Ah Paul thinks it wise not to let you drink to much with you just
getting your dickhead pierced," he explained as he sprayed me from head to
crotch in his piss. "get your gag back in."

I reached behind and pulled the gag from my rectum. "UH-UH." He shook
his head as I went to wipe the gag on my overalls. As he rested his
hands on the belt buckle at his waist I gulped and pushed the gag into my
mouth and closed the mask zip. Surprisingly it wasn't as foul as I
thought it would be, my arse juices and Pauls' semen seemed more sweet than
the last time I had to take the gag straight from an arse.

"Right we better get the other piggies fed." I watched as he jumped on
the wee 4wheeled buggy and pulled it forward from the cart. I watched
as he disappeared inside the store and returned with several leather
straps.
He knelt beside me and took the straps, two over my shoulders which had
a strap that went over my chest just under my nipples a broad strap
was attached at the bottom of the two which became a wide belt that
buckled at the back, I felt him cinch the straps till they were secured to
the belt at the back. He disappeared again returning with a heavy chain
which he clipped to the rings on my collar. I was shifted to the front
of the cart and he connected the chain to it and and then back to the
belt and harness up on my shoulder. I would find later that it was
several chains and not one long piece.

"Right. OFF YOU GO. Your piggie pals are waiting."

I strained trying to get a foot hold but the cart refused to budge. I
looked round he just looked at me and pointed up the yard. I tried
again. He stood in front of me and told me I had to the count of five to get
on my way. He flicked my nosering with the cane he held. Two
resounding thwacks echoed around the yard as he unleashed the cane on my left
thigh.

"Need more encouragement, Jeez boy you carrried them already." The cane
slashed across my right thigh then he stopped and laughed.

"Ooops! Master forgot to release the brake. You really should have
said."

Finally it moved. He walked to the side prodding my shoulders, butt,
arms and slapped at my thigh.
When we got to the pig-pens he informed me a couple of bags in each
trough which run along the front of the sty.

He sat on one of the walls and watched as I lugged each bag, when I got
to the first I realised it would be easy as all I had to do was tip
the bag over the wall and pour the contents along the trough, well it
would be if I could get the bags open. I looked at Master John but he just
shrugged, I clawed at the top of the bags but of course the mitts just
slipped off, jeez it had been hard enough gripping the bags with mitts
to lift them.

After what seemed like an eternity he came along and sliced along the
top of the bags then went back and sat on the cart while I went along
the row trying to lift the bags from the ground over the wall and empty
them into the troughs. All this I might add was accompanied by the
squealing of the inhabitants, several small pink pigs scrambling around
jumping up and down in the troughs. Only in the sty at the very end was
there an adult, a mud coloured monster with a ring in its nose and hanging
from it a length of chain that disappeared somewhere in the mud and
shit that covered the floor of the pen.

"That's your new brother, but his tits and cock aren't ringed.Just his
snout." John shouted down to me as I had stared at the monster as it
ambled over to the trough snorting up at me.

"Right think we need a coffee break." I followed him back to the cart
and waited while he harnessed me up again, this time he was the cargo,
telling me it would save me having to run round the place picking up the
empty feedbags seeing he was kind enough to weight them down.

"Faster boy...Faster." and slashed at my thighs with the cane.

How the hell he expected me to go faster with my knees and ankles
splayed I don't know but it didn't stop him trying to get me to go faster.

I expected him to remove me from the cart when we got back to the store
but he didn't, after depositing the bags inside, (probably the hardest
work he had done all morning!), he jumped back on and poked me in the
direction of the door at the back of the house.

At the door I had to wrestle his boots off, was commanded to stay and
pulled a shiny new chain from where it hung on the wall and clipped the
end to my nose ring.

Masters John and Davy emerged after a while still deep in conversation.
Davy took the chain from the ring in the wall and without giving me
time to get on my feet walked on. I grunted but they just turned, looked
and carried on. I struggled to crawl after them, however they didn't
seem to be in a great hurry.

"So what are you doing next?"
"Got some metalwork for Paul." Davy replied.
"Need a hand or will I just bugger off home, see whats happening there?
Dad and Mum will be wanting to hear how it settled in, so I could go
and see them for a wee while first."

"You could take it a tour of the place and clean its rings before you
go. Paul might be later back than he thought. Save me the bother. Anyway
that cock of yours could do with some relief by the look of it." Davy
laughed as he groped his nephews crotch.

"Aye like yours," responded John, "Let's get it on it's back on the
cart and take it from both ends."

It soon found itself being manhandled onto its back still attached to
the cart, a short cord from its harness to the knee spreader keeping its
legs up for access to its rear. Davy was at the head and removed the
gag, pulling the nose ring opened its mouth wide for him to allow a
copous amount of spit to drip from his mouth before he dropped his ballsac
in, meanwhile there were a few gobs of spit finding its target at the
other as its former brother prepared his cock for its invasion.

"Whoa Johnny boy, go easy, nearly had the fucker take my balls off!"
Davy shouted as John lunged in deep and caused me to slide a few inches
along the bed of the cart. "And you FUCKER!" he said as he slapped or
punched my head as it overhung the cart, "Be more careful when a man is
using you!"

His cock then plunged into my throat, it seemed like an eternity as
they kept their respective organs buried inside me. I couldn't focus, my
head swam, the world was going dark. A lot of coughing and spluttering
as I sucked in air when he pulled his meat back. Then they resumed, the
cock in my arse retreated as the one in my mouth advanced. This was
fine as they went slowly but it took them several attempts to retain the
rhythm as they speeded up. Their lust consumed for the moment I was
left the way I was while they went inside the workshop. A few minutes
later John returned and started to clean and turn my nose and nipple rings.
When it came to my cock he went to the doorway and spoke to Davy who
then came out. I felt them pulling my nutsac out the way as they opened
the bandage. I yelped long and painfully as the bandage was stuck with
dried blood.

"Here. Wet it!" said a voice, and what felt like ice cold water was
poured over my lower regions.

My mind switched off as the rest of the bandage was removed. I came
back to reality as I was pulled up and told to piss. I looked around.
"Where Master?" I asked.

"Where you fucking are just like the rest of the animals around here."

A few minutes passed before I could get the flow going. It stung a bit
but my biggest concern was that it went everywhere, two directions at
once, when I tried to control it, it seemed worse covering both my legs,
going inside the boots and some even found its way to Master Davy's
boots and legs.

When I stole a glance at him, he didn't seem to be bothered. "Sorry
Master, can I have some water please Master?"

He asked John to refill the bucket and let me drink and reminded him to
bring the luggage strap.
John dumped the bucket in front of me and handed the elasticated strap
to Davy. I didn't really think about it at the time as I was looking at
the bucket and wondering how I would drink from it. No cup was
produced just the command to 'drink cuntboy, I didn't humph that out here for
the exercise'.

I sank to my knees and put my face in the bucket, sucking and lapping,
it was a slow laborious task to drink my fill this way. I was aware
that my pierced penis was being re-dressed though.

"Right show him around the place then have him go round the yard, about
half an hour will probably do."

John led me by the nose, the first step usually took the slack out of
the chains on my harness but this time something pulled on my balls. I
stopped but my neck stretched as John pulled at my leashed nose and I
had to follow, the slack was taken up as I pulled but my balls felt the
stretching as I moved. We went all the way back to the pig pens as John
told me about the feedstore, barn, shed workshop, house. So I would
know where to go when told, as he talked the tension on my nose eased and
I stole a glance between myself and the cart. My suspicions were
confirmed when I recognised the luggage strap coming from the cart. They must
have tied something round my sac when I was drinking and the saw to my
piercing.

"Well little brother, next time I see you, you'll be well into your new
life. Convict to farmslave/animal. Don't speak, there's nothing you
can say that will change any of this. Paul paid good money to me and dad
for you but that wasn't the reason. Uncle Davy knew about Paul years
ago when he was in the prison service, think he still is in some way but
this farming is his hobby. He has another couple of guys who help him
run it, think they were like you in the beginning. Yep Uncle Davy
probably had something to do with them being here from his days as a con. He
would be the 'inside' man so to speak." He laughed. "Gerrit??
'inside'."

I did get it but wasn't really in the mood for jokes, "So how long will
I have to stay here?"

"Here," he put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it, putting the packet
and lighter in the breast pocket of my coveralls, "Compliments of Uncle
Davy - tho' you better get used to addressing everyone as Master, Sir
or Boss."

"John! How long? Please!" I interrupted.

"Depends on how well you behave I suppose, but a long long time. Anyway
the main reason is that mum, dad and me won't have the hassle of you
being in constant trouble. "We'll just be pleased that you are being
useful and working hard and being looked after."

With that the conversation was over he tucked the chain from my nose
into the harness and jumped on the cart.
I was numbed to the pain in my nuts and my thighs from his cane as he
made me go up and down the yard. Half blind from the tears that flooded
my vision. From being convinced I was going to be thrown in the river
to being told I was sold as a slave and kept bound, I was living a
nightmare. A nightmare I thought might be my familys' way of scaring the
rebel, (and shit) out of me. Now as Johns' words went through my head, I
knew it was living nightmare with no forseeable ending.

I felt the warmth as my piss soaked through the gauze covering on my
piercing down my leg into the coverall legs, but I kept ambing along,
stretching my balls and hauling a man, a Master, who used to be my
brother. I was indeed being changed into an animal. A human animal owned and
doing the bidding of my masters. My stomach growled! An animal that
hasn't been fed all day it thought.

Finally it was back to the workshop where Master Davy was leaning
against the doorway smoking.
"Stretch them balls till Master finishes his break." John ordered,
swiping the cane across my shins. I was poked and prodded till I strained
against the now braked cart. The two discussed what they would be doing
over the next week.
John would be off home to see the family and his pregnant wife, and of
course going to his own work while Davy would be here for a few days
then back home to his own life.

While both men talked they watched closely, if I relaxed one bit they
would verbally and physically draw my attention that I wasn't
stretching.

They both walked in front of me as I pulled the cart back to the
storehouse, relieved that I was being unharnessed from it at last. I followed
them back to the workshop where I was taken inside and I was chained
to the wall by my collar. "Pull down John and I'll get them collared."

John pulled my balls down into the sac while Davy showed me a heavy
steel ring all polished and shiny.
It didn't look as if my balls would go through that so what the hell
was it for I wondered.
"VOILA!" My uncle Master shouted as he split the ring. He disappeared
behind me and started pulling at my scrotum. I goy that nauseus feeling
in the pit of my stomach as my nuts swung back and forth when the ring
was fitted and closed. They both spent a few minutes squatting and
swatting my balls to watch them swing.

John said it was time he was off so the pair of them walked off without
giving me another thought. I looked around the workshop,
shelves,cupboards, some sort of heating/cooking thing not unlike a barbecue. The
bench! I wondered if I could reach that, I could see pliers, hacksaws and
other wonderful tools that would free me from my bondage.
Yea I could reach it fine, but I only had one method of picking stuff
up and that would be by mouth which would be of no use at all. Maybe I
could get a file or better a hacksaw blade and somehow get it into the
pocket of my coveralls, that wouldn't be missed, not for a while anyway.
Unsuccessful - well you try on a pair of boxing gloves and pick a
penny off the floor!
There was something I could use though, there was an open chocolate bar
lying there and that's how Master Davy found me. Like a large
squirrell only it was a chocolate bar I grasped between my mitts to gnaw on and
not a nut.

He couldn't have noticed though as he said and did nothing, meanwhile I
had dropped my hands down to my front. Maybe I had been saved by him
coming in from daylight to the duller interior. He had his back to me as
he leaned on the bench. I struggled to get the remainder of the
chocolate into the right hand pocket of my coveralls.

"Sit fucking down and be still boy!" he roared as he turned.

I immediately sat down with my back to the wall. I watched him for a
while trying to figure out what it was he was doing at the bench then he
moved over to a machine at the far wall and started grinding something.

I took this opportunity to finally make sure my contraband was secured
in the pocket,only problem was the mitts had telltale signs of the
chocolate on them. I rubbed then on the legs and butt of my coveralls,
however the machine went quiet at that time and the chain to my collar plus
the handcuffs were rattling. I stopped.
Master Davy strolled over, "Still fidgetting boy?"

"Cramp Master. Sorry." I replied.

He was searching his pockets, I watched as he patted the breast pockets
then fumbled inside the side ones. He then went to the bench. "Damn!"

He left without a word. I swithered if I should devour the rest of the
chocolate before he came back, maybe it was too risky. I then began to
think about how I would get to it, or the fags come to think of it! No
thumbs, maybe they would take the mitts off.

I'm guessing it was around half an hour before he came back. He snapped
his fingers at me and beckoned. I crawled as far as the chain allowed,
he grinned and came over and released the chain from the wall, and led
me outside. We went just outside the door and he guided me close to
the wall. I groaned as he sat on top of me, but he warned me not to make
a sound and don't even think about talking as he didn't need to make
conversation with a slave. My side was close to the wall, he sat on me
like I was some kind of small bench or chair, with his back resting
against the wall. Occasionally he reached round to my face and allowed me a
few drags on the cigarettes he smoked or would reach the other end and
feel my stretched balls. Anything he did was a relief of some sort to
me as my back ached, arms trembled as I took his full weight. He seemed
oblivious to my discomfort even though he must have been aware of it.
I was grateful when he got up on hearing a vehicle approach up the
track. He disappeared inside the workshop re-appearing with the sack hood
which he pulled over my head, "Don't want Paul thinking I'm going soft
on you!"