The following is one of my older stories, but i still like it. Part 1a has never been published in quite this form, and actually i have never finished this tale. Perhaps if i get any reaction by posting it on Nifty, i will finish the last two or three chapters. (The last sentence is a shameless plea for reader reaction at daw62@hotmail.com.
THE FARM
Part 1A
As Andrew turned off the county road, and started down the lane to Kevin's farm he first came to the gate. Fifteen foot high fences, razor wire tops, and a manned check point were all part of the gate system. There was even a prison-like arrangement of two separate gates, with one being closed before the other would be opened. Andrew realized that the prisoners worked in the fields that were not surrounded by fences, but here next to the farm buildings, fences and a prison existence of caged human animals was the existence the prison slaves had. He was, of course expected, and was passed through.
He did notice that the guards were an especially unsmiling, and didn't seem to be too alert nor too bright. Andrew decided to use one of his professorial approaches to these creatures to establish his superiority. He said to them , "You guards are great examples of infandous guys." He was careful to keep his tone light and pleasant, so that he could enjoy his little joke because "infandous" meant "too odious for words." or less politely it meant that you bunch of guards are the shittiest piles of shit in history. He smiled as he thought of how he had insulted them, and the low life cretins didn't even know it. One even said "Thanks." He received directions and drove through toward a barn which was identified as "Barn 6." He parked his car, and got out, just in time to see Kevin come out of the barn.
"Hi prof" Kevin said. Kevin also was being careful to keep his tone light and friendly. He also smiled at his little joke as he also realized that his self satisfied guest didn't suspect that his host's tone disguised a hidden intent. "I'm glad you called. Every now and then I think of those times you had me in your class. Some times you really made me sweat! Now I can really these prisoners sweat. I guess I realize that having that power is pretty exciting."
Kevin had become a real expert at reading men, and he detected the tiny shift in the professor at the use of the words "sweat" and "excitement." Immediately Kevin dropped any ideas of spending the time in the house going over the ledgers, and showing the relative costs of prison labor, including all the costs of keeping, confining and guarding them was less than a well documented analysis of the costs of using machinery and hired free labor to do these same tasks. Kevin knew the professor wanted to see men sweating doing hard labor in chains, and probably he probably wanted to really see them being degraded and punished. Kevin thought to himself, "So the prof wants to see guys being used as slaves. I'll give him a real show and see how he reacts."
To Andrew Kevin said. "I think the best way to show you the economics is for you to have a good tour of all the ways we are using prisoners, and everything that is involved in keeping them under control. I also thought you might be interested in seeing some of the off-budget extra services that prisoners can provide for the farmer leasing them." His careful but very subtle observation of the front of the professor's slacks showed Kevin that indeed he was right. The professor was into male slavery. "I wonder if the professor is the MASTER or the slave as that little head between his legs dominates his brain." Kevin mused.
All the time Kevin was thinking these thoughts, he was carrying on a conversation with
Professor Warner about economics, and making a couple of additional allusions to the college ECON course to see if what he believed to be sadistic enjoyment of tormenting students was directed to him personally, or whether he was just another in an almost anonymous stream of student victims. He decided he was just one of the crowd, and then couldn't decide whether he was glad or angry not to be one especially selected for attention. By the time the conversation had arrived at this point, Kevin and Andrew had also arrived at the door into Barn 6. Kevin opened the door, and gestured for Andrew to proceed into the barn.
Andrew was so excited smelling and looking that he did not detect any edge to Kevin's voice, nor wonder about what Kevin really wanted to know through his questions and comments about that economics class so long ago. Therefore after he accepted as his due the deference in allowing him to go into the barn first, Andrew took a couple of minutes to accustom himself to the darkness of the barn, and then stared in shock, and considerable sexual stimulation.
The barn wasn't for farm animals in the normal sense but human prisoner slave animals. Down one wall were stalls, and in each was a naked slave...except for the harness. Their heads were in a sort of leather mask that had a bit as a part of it, an elongated snout, and rings and attachments for other standard horse harness attachments. The human ponies had their arms from their elbows down, including a mitt over the hands in a sort of leather tube which was in turn attached to a very thick leather belt around their waists, These ponies had no use of their hands. That was clear.
Andrew's cock responded with pre-cum and hardness. He couldn't help himself. He had dreamed of either driving or being a human pony for years.. Now here a dozen were, right in front of him. As he went closer, he saw that these ponies had tails attached to the belt which also held their hands useless. Their feet were in boots which were constructed to look to hooves, and were complete with a horseshoe. All the ponies were attached by halters to a very sturdy looking bolt in the wall, and so had to stand facing toward the center of the barn. "You like my special ponies?" Kevin asked.
It was a rhetorical question since Andrew couldn't stop himself and was doing a
vigorous crotch rub as Kevin asked the question. "You might remember that in school I talked about racing horses. Now there is a circuit in which many of us farmers with slave power use some slaves as harness ponies and have races with them on our private tracks. Would you like to take one of them out for a spin?
You know it is a lot more fun to race looking at these pony's butts in front of you than a real horse's ass, and whipping that ass to get some speed is even more fun too. Then we all also use the pepper stick at the end of the race." Andrew must have looked confused because Kevin went over and picked up a thick dowel rod which ended in a classic phallus. "We put a mixture of pepper and Ben Gay on the prick end of this stick, and jam it up the pony's ass, " Kevin said. "You should see how that combination really inspires the pony to run like hell to try to get that thing out of its ass." Andrew was almost literally drooling from his mouth as well as his cock by this point. "Yes," he said, "I think I might like to try one of these ponies out."
Kevin turned, and suddenly Andrew noticed the other side of the barn had cages. In these were naked prisoner slaves in their standard steel collars, and with what on this farm was practically also standard, wrist shackles and regular shackles welded on wrists and ankles. Kevin went to a control panel on a post and pressed a button, and the door on one of the cages opened, and a naked prisoner slave rushed out, crawled to Kevin's feet, and began licking Kevin's boots. Andrew had noticed earlier that the boots looked as if Kevin had walked in some shit. The slave didn't seem to mind at all but went to work with real enthusiasm.
Kevin looked over at Andrew and said, "I'll show you in a minute where we help these stable boys learn to be enthusiastic about their work." Kevin then said to the groveling slave stable boy, "Get Blackie harnessed up for our guest." As much as Andrew wanted to watch 'Blackie" get hitched up, he instead followed Kevin over to a solid heavy wood door. Kevin took out a key, unlocked the door, and again stepped back to let his old professor walk in first.
Through the door was the classic dungeon and training center. Whips, chains, paddles, and canes, were neatly arrayed on one wall, and on another was the modern age's sets of metal cock rings, butt plugs and other attachment devices. One of the trainers-guards, clothed only in a jock strap was toward the middle of the room, and as Andrew looked in disbelief, was proceeding to take a shit right there in the room. Another guard trainer held the leash of a prisoner slave on all fours. It had knee pads on and the ankle cuffs were attached to a heavy leather belt locked around the prisoner's waist. The belt was like the leather belts locked around the pony's waists. The hands of this prisoner were in what looked a bit like a modified boxing glove, but which made the hands look like the big knee pads. The total effect was something like a St Bernard dog's huge paws. The second guard ordered "CLEAN!" and the "dog" went to the pile of shit and leaned down. Then it stopped. "CLEAN!" was the command again. This time much louder and more angry sounding.
The dog slave didn't move. Andrew noticed the guard trainer then take a black device that looked a bit like a TV remote control and push a button. Immediately the prisoner dog began yelling, and as much as it could with its wrist chain attached to the front of the collar, and its legs attached to the belt, and that chain attached to a ring attached to its ball sack, it began trying to move arms and legs to get at balls and cock. As the dog snapped the chains in agony, which only caused it greater agony, Kevin, rather calmly explained, "The stable boys begin as stable dogs. Stable dogs clean stalls of shit and other clean up and service tasks with their mouths. Any time a stable boy isn't enthusiastic enough with its job performance, it gets put back into dog work for a week.
The short chains, and the electricity which goes from the butt plug, cock ring, and the smaller ring that we attach around the head of the penis make them remember how much they want to serve with enthusiasm." Dogs also are kept in cages below floor level and stable boys can just piss and shit on the dogs below. However, if a dog's cage is not clean when inspected than the dog is punished, and its time as dog extended,"
Andrew watched in horror and some sort of fascination as the electricity was turned off. "CLEAN!" was the order again, and this time the dog began using its mouth to clean up the floor. "You see, " Kevin said, " even slaves can be given incentives to work hard. You remember that you said one of the big drawbacks to slave labor was that it was almost impossible to make a slave work hard without putting more work into the forcing than the work received by the forcing. Well I think we've got that problem fixed. Once a prisoner has learned how much nicer it is to be the shitter rather than the shit eater there is real incentive to work very hard.
About this time Kevin said Blackie probably would be ready, and so they turned around as the dog was being patted on the head and told that he had done a good job for his completion of the task of cleaning the floor.
END OF PART 1