plumbing 2

Author: catdude
Title: plumbing 2
Date: 25 July 2016

Brad woke up and stretched, he gave the alarm clock a smack and laid back with his arms behind his head. He loved getting out to his country place on the weekends, sure it was a lot to organise, and he had a lot of jobs to do, feed the pig, do the milking, oh and of course the kennels needed to be cleaned out. He grunted and shifted position. Then of course he had to get Jason to deal with that plumbing issue before the party tonight. Thinking of the party reminded him that he needed to get the kegs ready, he lifted the sheets and smacked the alarm clock, ‘oi, once you finish there, head into town and get some ice for the kegs tonight’ the guy sucking his cock mumbled consent and Brad dropped the sheet back over his head, best way to wake up was with a headjob from a slave who had just crawled out of its cage.

Once dressed Brad started his chores, he grabbed the scrap bucket from the kitchen, no organic stuff was ever thrown out, best way to avoid garbage smelling was to not have rotting food in it. Of course the pig pen never smelled fantastic but it was far enough away from the house that it didn’t matter, the pig was waiting for its food eagerly, pressed up against the bars of the pen, Brad emptied the scraps onto the ground and watched the pig rush over and start to gobble them up, yea starve a dude for a few days and he would eat anything, the pen was a large cage, about the size of a large room, the ground was mud, kept that way by a sprinkler system, the roof low and caged so the slaves he put in there had to stay on all fours, they knew better then to beg, they learnt the hard way that begging or making human noises would leave them very hungry. Another week and the slave would be more than happy to be let out and put back to work around the farm, without making further threats about leaving. The neighbours either side of his place always brought the runners back anyway, the slave labour that Brad supplied them made snagging and hogtieing the occasional man and bringing him back crying and sobbing for mercy more than worth it. All the farm slaves knew what they were signing up for when they signed their 2 month contracts, minimum wage, maximum work, cruel punishment.

With the pig fed, it was time to get on with real work on the farm, Brad dropped the scrap bucket off at the back door and grabbed the milk bucket, whistling a cheerful tune he walked into the milking shed, the Bull looked over its stall wall and moo’d mournfully, Brad stopped and gave it a pat, ‘don’t worry buddy, after I finish the milking I will get you some food.’ He walked up to the milking stall, glad to see the farmhands had already put the cow in the holding bale ready for its milking. He placed the bucket under the cow and reached up and grabbed the cow’s balls, the boy moaned into his gag and moved about a bit, Brad grabbed a nearby strip of rawhide kept especially for this purpose, he wrapped the rough leather tightly around the balls of the boy trapped in the stocks, and then tied the other end to the handle of the bucket and let go, the boy grunted and moaned into his gag as the heavy steel bucket swung from his nuts which were already turning purple. Brad walked around to the front of him, ‘welcome to the milking shed buddy, I have my big bull stud in the stall over there and he can see and smell you, I will let him out and you can start your duty milking him, but first it is only fair that you empty a load, “with that he reached between the boys legs and jerked the cock roughly, causing the bucket to swing from his balls, in no time at all the boy shuddered and yelled into his gag, and strings of sperm spilled out. Brad held his rapidly deflating cock and waited, soon the stream of post orgasm piss started, Brad pointed it straight down into the bucket hanging from his nuts. He chuckled as the boy started to complain around his gag and walked over to the stall with the bull.
The bull was a guy who had answered an add months ago, he was confined to the stall, a ring through his nose and a chain on the ring, he was regularly injected with steroids, and headphones played hypno triggers that made him crave working out, as well as making him think he could only moo. 15kilo weights where around each ankle and wrist, he spent all day sucking down protein shakes and working out, he was already visibly more muscular, as a result of all this though he was constantly horny, the hypno triggers also made him believe he couldn’t reach his cock, so while his heavy balls and penis swung freely between his legs he couldn’t touch them to jerk himself off. He was waiting eagerly at the gate as Brad approached, he had agreed to half a year like this, Brad suspected he would end up with a giant muscled dude spending the rest of his days happily chained in the stall the guy was so happy and susceptible to the hypno. Brad opened the stall and unhooked the chain from the hook next to the stall door, again, the bull was under the impression he couldn’t lift the chain off the hook and free himself. Like a proverbial bull at the gate the bull tugged Brad over towards the cow, he slid into the per-greased lad and started to moo and pump the cow hard. Brad smiled, he wondered if this cow would come back for another weekend after being humped by the bull all day.

Brad was in a pretty happy mood as he headed for the kennels, he would grab the 4 wheeler with the dog cage on the back, and then head out to the party area, all the plumbing needs where under control now that Josh was out here taking care of things, he really was lucky to have such a good buddy. He knew he would be hungover as fuck on Sunday, but he would have to give Jason a treat.