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Becoming a Farm Slave -Part 3- by Devlin Farr jawhol56yes@live.com
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
I was on all fours, gagged, and wearing mitts on my hands. My head was resting on the edge of the trough of water when a voice echoed from a side door of the barn. Someone new had entered the room.
Mr. Davis, still naked, chuckled. I couldn't see him above me, but I heard him respond. "Hey Josef. Remember that journalist that was dropping by about the kink stuff?"
Josef. That was the man who trained all the slaves.
"Oh, no shit! You got him trussed up and fucked already?"
I turned my head slightly to the left to get a look at him. Josef was a mountain of a man, similar in build to Mr. Davis, with close-cropped dark hair and steel blue eyes. He wore a chest harness, big black boots, and carried a long, black flogger in one hand. I couldn't really place his age, but he looked older than me.
Mr. Davis laughed again. "Of course! This one was fucking easy. Had a hard-on the moment I opened the door and couldn't wait to take a look at all the slaves." Wait, what? I specifically remembered asking for the interview before visiting the slaves. "He's a fucking horn dog. Look at his fucking dicklet."
It's true. I was leaking cum furiously from my hard-on. I wasn't particularly into voyeurism, but watching Josef stare at me with a mix of smugness and desire was incredibly intoxicating.
Suddenly, a fullness entered my ass. "This one needs to be bred often." Mr. Davis was fucking me again! "Feels...so...fucking good." He punctuated each word with a thrust into my hole. Normally I'd be aghast at the intrusion, but his cock felt so fucking good. I didn't realize how much my body wanted it. Each thrust felt whole and good and so incredibly pleasurable.
I was so into the rhythm that I was startled when hands grasped my head. It was Josef. He carefully lifted my head and positioned himself on the edge of the trough. I noticed his jeans were undone and, once he'd sat down, out flopped his thick dick in front of my face. "Guess we should break this one in a bit more." He unclasped the gag and laid it next to him.
I stretched my mouth and jaw for a moment, ridding the soft ache, before Josef's hands drew my head forward. The pounding in my ass never let up for even a moment. Mr. Davis's cock was like a piston, hammering home again and again and again. Josef's beautiful dick rose to greet my mouth and within seconds I was trying to siphon the cum out of him. It was so gratifying, pleasing these two large beasts of men at the same time. On some level, I knew I wanted this, knew I needed this.
But on another level, some part of me still believed I was free to go whenever I wanted. This was just a moment of passion—a fling, a fantasy. After the fuck session, I'd finish up the interview and then head back to the city to write my article. Surely they couldn't just keep me here. Admittedly, I was freelance, and with very little free time I didn't have too many friends or connections. My family didn't live in this state (and I didn't see them too often), so no one would probably come looking for me for some time. I didn't even tell anyone I was coming here because I wanted to preserve Mr. Davis' anonymity...
"So," Josef said with a satisfied look on his face as I sucked him off, "what do you want done with the bitch?" It tasted so fucking good. Pre-cum practically flowed out of him and, mixed with my saliva, kept me wanting more.
Mr. Davis grunted loudly, nearing climax. "FUCK!" he shouted, exploding inside me with one final thrust. I could feel my hole fill with semen, a pleasant, filling feeling. He panted noisily before smacking my ass a few times. "Change of plans for this slave." My ears perked up. "The thing is, slave, we already have enough cattle. We don't really need labor slaves." I continued bobbing up and down on Josef's girth, his hand guiding me, but Mr. Davis had my full attention. "First," he directed to Josef, "I want the standard protocol done: shave, collar, gear, regime, and objectification. Then, I've got something different in mind."
I was about to pull my head off Josef's cock to ask what he meant, but Mr. Davis' firm hand pressed against the back of my head and shoved me further onto his trainer's tool. "Keep sucking, slave. I want you to swallow all of that cum."
I continued nodding up and down until Josef's breathing hit a fever pitch. He came with a sigh, his cum squirting down my throat. I couldn't move, locked between the two men, Mr. Davis' cock still inside me. He played with my nipples, tweaking and twisting them, driving me into further ecstasy. I swallowed all of Josef, and then cleaned him off.
"Alright," Josef said before standing and zipping up his jeans. "I'll grab the shaving kit."
Mr. Davis pulled out of me and had me clean him off again. I sucked gently, savoring the taste of him. He grabbed me by the neck, forced my mouth off him and snapped the gag back on. "It's time, slave. Come with me." He reached over to the nearest stall and grabbed what looked like a leash. He clipped it to a ring on the back of the straps of the gag before tugging hard, forcing me to crawl behind him on all fours, gagged and without the use of my hands which were balled into fists in the mitts.
As we rounded the corner to the stall, I noticed Josef inside. He was opening a kit with clippers, razors, scissors, and some other cutting implements. "Time for a trim, slave!" he smiled a big grin. There was some kind of liquid in a jar on a stool beside him. It was a very dark blue with some instruments I couldn't identify sitting in it. "Let's get you lookin' pretty."
I tried to back up. I didn't want to be shaved! Mr. Davis tugged on the leash, pulling me up short. I couldn't scoot around the corner. "Slave, get on the pedestal." He pointed to a small stack of pallets, maybe five high, next to the stool.
I resisted. This was getting a little too real now. Two hunks with bulging muscles were forcing me to get shaved? I did try to ration that perhaps it was just one of those body shaves one gets done at the spa or something—but my mind flashbacked to Spike and his hairless body. And Mr. Davis' words: "Slaves who have proven their loyalty and service are allowed to grow back hair on their head."
"Get. The fuck. On the pedestal," Mr. Davis ground out, yanking me forward and forcing me to fall over.
I hastened to all fours and crawled as quickly as I could to the pallets. I didn't want to make him angry—he was an absolute monster in size and strength. Mr. Davis bent over and picked me up with ease before placing me on top of the wooden stack. He grabbed a nearby roll of tape, ripped two pieces off, and attached them on top of my eyebrows.
Up here, I didn't want to move too much. There were some holes in the pallets and the stack wasn't entirely stable. If I moved too quickly or shifted too much weight, it swayed to one side. So I remained as still as I could, afraid of falling over and hitting the ground from this height.
Josef reached over and picked up some kind of brush from the liquid. "Just gonna wash you down a bit," he said, rubbing the salve over the hair on my head. It was a thick, viscous blue liquid, almost like a sludge, and he covered my head and face with it. Then, he dipped the brush in the jar and started lathering it all over my back. Mr. Davis stood there, naked, and watched with arms folded over his strong chest. His large cock swung lightly, in that hypnotizing pendulum motion.
"Shouldn't take too long, boss. You want me to call you when he's ready?" Josef asked.
"Yeah, sure." Mr. Davis turned to leave, but stopped short. "Actually, tell ya what, I have to go into town this evening for some gear, so how about I come back out here tomorrow?"
"Some new gear?" Josef asked, lathering my balls, my cock, and my stomach and chest. The liquid didn't seem to hurt or sting. It just gripped a bit tight.
"Yeah...I was thinking of posting a new ad for a slave—nothing labour intensive—but I think I've found the perfect candidate." His eyes bore into mine. Some of the liquid dripped into view, so I had to close my eyes or risk them touching the blue goo.
"Sounds interesting," Josef said. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, see you later." And with that, Mr. Davis left the barn.
"I'm excited to see the new you, slave!" Josef said. He had a much more jovial attitude than Mr. Davis, which I appreciated. I hoped this liquid was just for cleaning purposes, though, and that the only thing being shaved was my pubes. That was the usual kink for shaving, right?
Soon, my entire body was coated in the sticky blue liquid. The liquid Josef applied first began to dry, and the solidification began to sting a little bit. I grimaced in pain.
"Oh, don't worry about it too much," Josef said, "it'll come right off when I use the hose."
The hose?
A sudden rush of water hit me then. Josef sprayed a fountain of cold over my body, which caused the drying blue liquid to liquefy again. It ran down my arms, stomach, back, and legs, slipping through the cracks of the pallets. When he was done, Josef wet a nearby a towel and used it on my head, face, and neck. I appreciated him avoiding spraying me in the face.
"How's that feel, slave?"
I grunted, hoping that meant `okay.' My skin glistened, feeling sufficiently cleansed. I realized I was rock hard after the cleaning. Was he going to shave me now?
"Take a look! You look great!" Josef said. I looked up at him and noticed he held a mirror in his hands. If I could have spit the gag out, I would have. All the hair on my head was gone! I was fucking bald! I squinted and searched the mirror in alarm, checking for my pubes. Yep, confirmed, all removed. Arms, legs, the smattering on my chest. All gone. What the fuck!
"That's a good slave." Josef reached forward and ripped the tape off my eyebrows, the one remaining part of my body that still had hair on it. "Next, we gotta collar you." He stepped to the corner of the stall and produced a metal collar. Oh, fuck.
I tried to bolt off the pallets for the door, but one of my legs still had a bit of the blue goo adhering it to the top pallet. The stack teetered forward, but I skittered back to prevent injury. Strong hands grabbed my shoulders from behind.
"Careful, slave. You don't wanna hurt yourself." Josef kept one strong hand pushing me into the pallet as the other carefully enclosed the collar around my neck. When he was satisfied I wouldn't move—"don't wanna close it on your neck!"—he grabbed a welding tool and fired it up. The fucking collar weighed like twenty pounds!
I didn't dare move in case the flame from the welding tool nicked me. After a good two or three minutes, Josef turned it off and told me to wait for it to cool. He put some gloves on and held the collar in such a way that the metal didn't directly touch my skin, waiting for it to cool off.
How could they do this to me? Was I interested in kink and slavery? Of course! Did I come here with the express intent of becoming a slave? Of course not! Who the fuck was this Mr. Davis to think that he could just enslave me against my will.
I decided that, at the first opportunity, I would escape.
Once the collar had cooled off, Josef let go and let it drop on my shoulders and neck. It was heavy and would take some time to get used to. More time than I wanted to spend in this fucking barn. My cock was betraying me, however, leaking like a fucking faucet. Admittedly, this gorgeous hunk was turning me into a slave, which was one of my greatest fantasies, but no way would I give Mr. Davis the satisfaction of thinking he `owned' me.
No sooner had I thought that when I nearly came on the spot. Josef was jacking me off, slowly teasing my cock with his strong hands. "You like that, slave?" he asked. Of course I fucking did, it felt like fucking heaven. I moved back and forth slightly to get more friction, but was careful not to cause the pallets to move too much. "Yeah, I figured you did. Fucking slut."
He let go of my cock and moved back to the corner where he retrieved the collar. "Gear time!" Josef yelled, and I saw him return with a bunch of stuff in his hands. "Time to dress you up for the role, slave."
He pulled out different kink fashion and BDSM devices: nipple clamps, a blindfold, several butt plugs, dildos, leather restraints, and some harnesses. Quickly, he attached the leather restraints to my wrists and ankles—the kind that wrap around and have a small ring attached to them so that rope, padlocks, chains, or other things can be connected to them. The two restraints on my wrists further locked the gloves onto my hands.
With his gloved hands, he also produced a bottle of lube and lathered them up. He slowly worked my hole into a frenzy. I was nearly bucking in place, trying to get him to fuck me more. He smiled. "Horny slave, that's good." He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a significantly-sized butt plug. My hole resisted a bit at first, thinking it too big, but Josef pushed it in with enough force for my sphincter to give. There was a small `plop' as it found its new home and nestled in. I was beyond content with the fullness of it, but then I heard Josef pumping it up even more in size. I moaned into the gag, both in pleasure and in pain. PLEASE, I thought, FUCK. I couldn't even voice coherent thought with the feeling it was giving me.
He stopped before I could cum. I was so close, but it was almost as if he knew how close I was. I supposed he had practice in knowing when a slave was near cumming. And now I was one of them. That thought alone nearly made me cum.
He attached the nipple clamps. For a brief moment, I remembered he had just made me completely hairless, but that thought disappeared in an instant when the nipple clamps bit into my tits. There was an intense pain, almost debilitating, but I held my ground on the pallets to prevent falling over. "Give it a bit of time," Josef said. Sure enough, he was right. Another minute or so went by and the pain began to subside, becoming a dull ache that throbbed with both pain and pleasure.
He then wrapped a harness around my head. He was able to attach the ball gag to it, keeping my jaw taut, before tightening the straps in the back and putting pressure around my head.
Then, he put the dildos and blindfold away. "Those are for a later time," Josef said.
"Next up is regime. We have a regular protocol we follow here for inducting new slaves into the barn. I'm not sure what Mr. Davis has planned for you, slave, but no worries! We'll get you ready for any scenario he's got planned! Now, stand up."
Josef helped me off the pallets. I stood next to him and noticed for the first time a pair of black, leather boots on the ground. "Here, let me put these on you." I allowed him to place the boots on my naked feet. He tied them tight and readjusted the ankle restraints on top of the boots before locking them in place with small padlocks. I could not remove the gloves balling my hands into fists, nor the boots on my feet. The ball gag had found a comfortable place in my mouth where it didn't hurt too badly, and the butt plug, black and full, stretched my hole to its limits.
"First, we have to break you in. Up `til now you've been fucked as if this was some kind of fantasy. We need to change that up a bit. Get you feeling like a slave. So, follow me." I began to walk next to him, unsure how I'd make my escape with this massive, gorgeous man next to me. "No," he said, his happy nature disappearing. "On all fours, slave."
Fuck, this was humiliating. I dropped to all fours again and crawled as Josef walked alongside me.
"Over here," Josef said.
I took one look and understood where this was heading. Deke was still at the trough, but no longer feeding. Apparently slaves just stayed where they were last put until told otherwise.
"Deke!" Josef yelled, "Come over here!" Deke crawled towards us, coming to a stop in front of Josef. Josef turned to me. "Now, bitch, turn around." I hesitated. Deke was attractive, but he was clearly a submissive slave, way, way beyond coherent mental thought. It was like watching a robot or drone moving. A robotic being.
A sharp pain hit my back. "I said TURN AROUND!" Josef yelled. At some point he'd grabbed a flogger. It hurt like fuck. I turned around, my ass facing Deke.
"Pull out his plug, Deke."
I felt an extremely painful sensation as Deke struggled to get the plug out of my hole. It stretched and stretched, both causing immense pain, but also making me aware of how much my cock was leaking.
Eventually, it plopped out. "Mount the faggot, Deke." Within seconds, Deke was on top of me, forcing himself inside my hole. "You like that, slave?" Josef said, hitting me in the back again with the flogger. FUCK that hurt. "Fucking slut. Take that tiny faggot dick." He wasn't wrong—Deke was definitely shorter than both Mr. Davis and Josef, and definitely smaller than the plug.
"You're getting fucked by a slave that was ordered to fuck you. How does that feel, slave? Completely out of your control what goes in your ass. It doesn't even know it's fucking you in the ass!" He laughed.
Deke was fucking strong, bucking me forward along the ground. Thank god for the boots and the gloves. I grunted as we shuffled along the ground in front of Josef.
"Boss usually lets me name you fucks." Where did this change in Josef suddenly come from? This brash, crude man? Is this his Trainer side? "So what should I rename you? Whatever name you get, it's what you'll be known by for the rest of your life." I wanted to reply that in no way would I be here for the rest of my life, but Deke had shoved me up against one of the stalls now. With nowhere to go, I just stayed in place as he rammed me against the wall over and over again, pounding my hole.
"I think I'll call you... Pit." What? "That's your new name. Welcome to the stable, Pit." There's no way that was my—fuck, Deke was not being gentle at all. "Fuck Pit deep in his ass pit," Josef laughed. It wasn't funny. FUCK, Deke rammed me again.
"I'll get you a tag made tomorrow. We'll also have a tattoo artist here for ya. Mr. Davis arranged it a few days ago." He arranged it days ago? The fucker actually just assumed he could seduce me into this situation? What the fuck—Ow! fucking Deke! "It'll be fun breaking you, Pit. Getting you to accept your new name, your new life. Sometimes they don't accept it at first, and that's honestly the best part." Josef started whipping me with the flogger again, adding to the pain. "I love when they struggle and fight back." Another hit. My back was on fire. "Makes it all the more gratifying when they finally break. And make no mistake, slave, you WILL break."
Finally, Deke blew his load in my hole and stopped pushing me against the wall. I could actually get some relief. "Okay Deke, that's enough." Deke's cock slipped out of me and, for some weird reason, I missed it. I missed having something inside me.
I watched from the ground as Josef led Deke just outside the barn, allowing him to pee while on all fours like a dog. Disgusting. My cock disagreed, having been leaking all afternoon, but I would not become like that fucking slave. No way would I be made to act and piss like a dog. I attempted to stand, but found that my legs and back were burning from the flogger and the pounding.
I noticed Josef still had an eye on me from the doorway. As soon as Deke was done, Josef brought him back inside. He grabbed my leash and hauled me to Deke's stall, re-attaching the harness and locking him in place. "You've got a lot of work to do tomorrow, Deke. But you've been good this week!" He patted Deke's cock and head before yanking me towards the stall with the pallets where I had been shaved and `geared.'
A phone rang. It was coming from Josef's pocket. He answered it.
"Yeah?" "What do you need?" "Oh, really?" "Alright, alright, I'll lock him up."
He hung up the phone.
"Turns out the boss needs some errands run, slave. So I'll have to truss you up for the night and start your brainwashing."
Wait, brainwashing?
Josef hauled me into a standing position and attached the head harness to a hook overhead. He pulled on a rope, winching the hook upwards until I was nearly on my tiptoes. Then, he went to the corner again and grabbed a bag. He walked back over and grabbed my hands, pulling them behind my back. "Can't have you fidgeting." He locked an armbinder on my arms before tightening it impossibly tight. The leather was very constricting, but not enough to cut off my circulation.
"I love this part." He produced a straightjacket and proceeded to wrap it around my torso before tying that tight as well. The blindfold he put away earlier was then placed over my eyes. I could no longer see anything, but I could feel the drool from my mouth rolling down my chin.
A spreader bar was then attached to the ring on my ankle restraints. Fucker was making sure I was nearly immovable. "Good Pit. Good slave," Josef said, patting me on the head. "One more thing." I felt a slicked, gloved hand invade my ass. It went in easily, already having been fucked by three cocks today. "Gotta fill you up." The butt plug entered my hole again. Josef inflated it to its previous gargantuan size, stretching me to the brim.
"And one final touch," he said. I felt something cover my ears. I couldn't hear anything.
TAP. TAP. I could feel Josef tapping on the back of my neck, but I couldn't hear anything except some muffled words.
Suddenly, a voice invaded my mind. A soft, soothing voice. It sounded like Mr. Davis', but at a much slower pace, and a much lower register.
"I am a slave. I belong to Master Davis. My purpose is to service Master Davis. Master Davis is my master. I am a slave. I am property. I have no rights. I am nothing. I am worth nothing.'
"I am a slave. My life belongs to my master. My master is Master Davis. I will obey Master Davis and I will obey Josef, his trainer. Josef is my Trainer. I must serve Trainer Josef. My thoughts are not my own. I am a slave. I belong to my master."
This was a recording. What did Josef say? It was meant to brainwash me?
"I am a slave. My thoughts are not my own. My thoughts belong to my master. My master is Master Davis. I must give up any resistance. My thoughts are not my own. My thoughts belong to my master. My master is Master Davis."
Is this what my life had come to?
"I am a slave. My thoughts are not my own. My actions are not my own. I will obey my master. My master is Master Davis. Master Davis controls my thoughts and my actions. Everything I do, I do for my master."
It was getting hard to think. The voice was pervasive. It was soothing. It was charismatic.
"I am a slave. These are my thoughts. These thoughts belong to my master. My master is Master Davis. I am property. I belong to Master Davis."
The voice was hypnotizing. Mesmerizing. I didn't believe in hypnotism. It wasn't real. But this voice...this voice was so alluring.
"I am a slave. These are my thoughts. I must repeat these thoughts. Say, I am a slave.' Say, I must obey.' Say, I belong to my Master.' Say, Master Davis is my master.'"
It was addicting. And I was so tired. I wanted to sleep, but the voice...it was bringing me somewhere...
"I am a slave. These are my thoughts. I must repeat these thoughts. Say, I am slave.' Say, I must obey.' Say, I belong to my Master.' Say, Master Davis is my master.'"
I must say these words...these thoughts...
"I am a slave. These are my thoughts. I must repeat these thoughts. Say, I am slave.' Say, I must obey.' Say, I belong to my Master.' Say, Master Davis is my master.'"
These thoughts...they belong to my master...
I am a slave.
I must obey.
I belong to my master.
Master Davis my master.
I am a slave.