THE FARM
Part 5
The truck moved on through the countryside, and Andrew looked at the chain that attached his wrists together. He recognized the 3\8 inch thick welded links as the same ones on the chain that he had bought from a hardware store and fastened onto the fleece lined leather ankle and wrist cuffs he kept hidden behind a panel in his bedroom closet. Every time he removed that panel and brought out all his playthings he had chuckled to himself that he really was in the innermost closet about his real sexual desires. Now those desires and fantasies were being lived, and as Andrew looked at those heavy links, he thought again as he had earlier that fantasy has some advantages over reality. He remembered that after a half hour of dragging around those heavy chains at home as he did some light housework, he had decided that they were too heavy and too awkward to work with, and had carefully removed the chains and those restraints, re- closeted all his fantasies, and finished he house chores in the conventional world. These chains were not in his power, and he would not be able to remove them when they became too heavy or too inconvenient.
Andrew then looked around at some of his fellow prisoners on the truck, and began to notice that most of them had thick gloves, and almost every one had thick work boots. He also noticed that many of them had hats tucked into their pants waistbands. He had nothing but his chains and his black and white striped suit, and his tennis shoes. "How did you get the gloves, shoes and hat," Andrew asked the nearest prisoner with all of them. "Family brought them," was the sullen reply. Andrew immediately figured that he was not going to be accepted as one of them, which was fine with him. Although he accepted that John and the guards could control him, Andrew still felt infinitely superior to the other prisoners who he still looked on with his freeworld superiority and repugnance. After all everyone else in the truck was a criminal, he thought. His disdain must have shown and a couple of the prisoners spat at him.
One prisoner down the line said that he had an old pair of gloves with him that he would sell to Andrew. Andrew looked at him with surprise. At the present time he had nothing with which to buy anything, and these fine fellows didn't seem the type to trust him to pay later. "If you agree to take two punishment stripes I might get today, then I'll let you wear the gloves today," the other prisoner said. Andrew noticed the other prisoners nodding in agreement, and so he thought "He might not get any stripes. Besides, I'll be released at the end of the day, maybe even before the punishments are given. On top of all that the other cons seem to think that this is a good deal, and I definitely need gloves to pick up all the crap that probably is beside the road." Andrew said aloud "I guess it's a deal." The other prisoner immediately called "BOSS. OH! BOSS!" The window at the back of the truck's passenger area opened an a unsmiling face glared out at them. "What do you douche bags want?" The other prisoner said, "756 said he would take up to two punishment stripes I might get today for the loan of my old gloves, BOSS, SIR." The BOSS's face seemed to glower a bit less, and he looked at Andrew and asked: "Shithead, did you really make that deal?" Andrew nodded yes. The guard shouted, "ANSWER ME SHITHEAD OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOUR MOUTH IS STUFFED ALL DAY WITH SOMETHING YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO SUCK ON." "Yes BOSS," Andrew yelled hastily, catching on to the style of speech that seemed to be the nomenclature in this mileau. "Mark it down Sam," the guard said, and then began laughing. "You just showed what a green fish you are shithead 756. 987 has gotten so many stripes he doesn't get his with the punishment strap any more, but he has graduated to the razor strop. Your ass is grass."
Andrew immediately saw the other prisoners begin laughing at his expense. That was twice this group had enjoyed themselves at his expense, and Andrew made a mental note to buy himself a farm after he had spend this day in Hell, and buy some of these smart asses. When he was their owner make them regret these indignities he had suffered to their amusement. Andrew went into a dream of having them wired to the old Lionel train transformer he had found in his attic the other day, and watching them dance as he shot varying levels of juice through their cocks and balls. He imagined having them in a line, and with himself as quizmaster asking them questions about late medieval English literature - the area of his first doctorate. For every wrong answer he imagined having a bucket of shit dumped on them, or making them drink a bottle of piss he had forced them to contribute that morning, or best of all watching them do the electronic spasm dance they had enjoyed him performing in the jail that morning. He smiled with enjoyment at these mental scenes. Harsher and less pleasant reality were soon intruded into his pleasant dreams.
Andrew was brought back to his real world when the truck lurched to a stop, and after the two guards got out of the front, and strolled around to the rear, they called out two numbers, and two prisoners answered "Here Boss!" One guard held a shotgun at ready, and the other guard stepped onto the truck bed, and released these two prisoners from the long chain which held them all together and attached to the truck. Andrew noticed that one of the two was then taken to one side of the road, and the other taken to the near side. The guards got out those black electronic controllers, and after pressing some buttons ordered "TEST!" Each prisoner yelled "Yes Boss!" although Andrew could detect some lack of happiness in those replies, and a second later knew why. Each prisoner deliberately began walking toward the road. As each reached the buried cable which was their fence, they felt the warning jolt of electricity in their asses. Both yelled involuntarily, and in yelled a bit louder and a bit higher pitched "SIR set BOSS, SIR!" as they immediately retreated into their area of work. The guards then returned to the front seat of the truck, and off they went to the next area. Andrew saw this scene repeated five more times, and noticed that some were deposited on highways with cars whizzing by at high speed, and others were deposited on much less traveled county highways. On these Andrew noticed two things. There was both less trash and less abuse from drivers on the highways. Mentally Andrew offered a prayer that he would receive a highway assignment. That would be not only less work, but less likelihood of his being recognized. Surely at 65 to 70 miles an hour prisoners would be only a black and white stripped blur. Of course he should have know better, and when the truck stopped at the intersection of a county highway and a state highway, he heard "756" yelled, and he immediately answered "Here BOSS," and awaited as he and another prisoner were released from the now almost empty linking chain.
As he was lead to his area, the guard said "We picked this section for you because cars have to stop at the stop sign, and they can get a good look at the road slave. They also can get a good shot at throwing out garbage and trash to keep the road slave busy. This section has had the most prisoner abuse than any other in the whole area, so we knew you'd want to be here since we remember you like to taunt and abuse road slaves. And besides just think if any student happens to recognize his professor out working for a change. Bet that student wouldn't use the chance for some payback...or even tell others of this golden opportunity." Andrew reached the grassy area, and watched with real ache in his stomach as his butt plug was programmed locking him into his day of pain and humiliation. He heard his order to "TEST." and followed the pattern he had seen many times now of walking toward the road. He had noticed that a prisoner could not fake the reaction because the fences were not the same distance from the side of the pavement. He suspected that this difference was done deliberately and as he approached the edge of the road he slowed down awaiting the pain. It didn't come, and finally just as his foot was moving onto the pavement his ass, cock, balls, and legs felt the excruciating pain of a power surge. He yelled, "SET BOSS!" and retreated. The guard handed him five or six plastic trash bags which he stuffed into his pants waistband, and then handed him a breakfast bar, with the one word "Breakfast." and then the truck pulled away with a couple of the remaining prisoners yelling back at him as they disappeared "Have fun shithead."
Andrew pulled on the gloves which though definitely worn still were serviceable, and began to walk along the road looking for trash. As he walked down the side of the road picking up plastic pop bottles, and numerous beer cans, Andrew suddenly realized that the guards had deliberately not told him where his section of roadway ended. That meant he would have to zap his ass to find the limit because if there were any trash left on his section he knew that he would definitely pay with the strap for every piece. His ankle chains dragged across the ground which only added to their weight in making every step very difficult. In what he hoped was his first hour, but may have been much less, several cars passed him but he managed to turn his back to the vehicle and seem to be busy picking up some trash. . When he had his back turned, Andrew found that several cars would deliberately throw something at him. He got hit with a couple of fast food sacks, at least three plastic two liter pop bottles, and two Bud Light cans. However when one car slowed as a woman's voice yelled, "Hey asshole, get over here and pick this up!" Andrew pretended not to hear. The car now had stopped, and the voice was insistent, "You too stupid to understand? Get your lazy ass over here NOW or I'll report you to the sheriff, and you'll get it for not obeying a citizen." Andrew considered that option, and turned around slowly and started moving toward the car. He was still looking down toward the ground, and so was totally unprepared for what followed. Once again the woman's voice said, "I'm going to report you anyway, but here's something to remember to do as your told ." With that Andrew was hit in the head by a soiled diaper. As the car pulled away he could hear the laughter, and involuntarily put his hand up to the top of his head where the diaper had landed, only to find that his bald top was coated with baby poop, and now it was on his glove as well. Andrew wanted to escape, but there was no escape. He knew that if the woman did as she said he would pay, and that if he returned the gloves soiled with shit that either the prisoner from whom he had rented them would find some way of making him pay, or even more likely would complain to John and he was sure John would make his body pay in pain for every bit of shit on those gloves. Andrew began to desperately rub the gloves on the grass, and after several minutes, they seemed glass stained, but the shit seemed to be gone. Andrew then had to try to figure out how to get the stuff off his head. How to do this when his freedom of movement was so restricted. Andrew looked around and noticed about a hundred feet further there was a slope away from the road. He shuffled as fast as he could toward the slope, and then carefully getting down on all fours, doggy style, he rubbed his head on the grass. After a couple of minutes Andrew removed his glove and felt over his head. Only a couple of stains remained, and Andrew cleaned those with his hand and wiped his hand on the grass. Andrew finished this and was moving as rapidly as he could back to the diaper which was still laying on the ground when he heard the siren approaching and knew as his stomach tightened in fear that the woman had done as she said she would. He desperately tried running to get that diaper, but not being skilled in chained running he tripped as the sheriff's car slammed on the brakes. The sheriff's car spread cascades of gravel over him as he lay on the ground face down where he had fallen.
Two deputies got out and walked toward him. "FREEZE SHITHEAD!" was the command. Andrew smiled to himself.. amazed that even as he knew he faced some awful torment, that he could enjoy the joke on himself...indeed he was a shithead, but less now than five minutes ago. "I guess some cons are so dumb they need some object lessons." the one deputy said. "Ya," his partner replied. "I guess we'll just have to help this dumb fuck learn his place." As this conversation occurred the two had walked the distance, and now as Andrew looked to his right and left he saw beautifully polished black boots on either side of him. "You'd think even a piece of shit like this would get the message. It's already in heavy chains, and full control. What'll we do with it?" Andrew knew it was a rhetorical question, and just awaited his fate. It was then that one of the deputies noticed that there was no sign of tit clamps on the front of his shirt, and Andrew himself noticed that the clamps had been yanked off somewhere in his attempts to clean himself. "Well then first things first," said the other deputy. "Go get the piercing clamps and we'll begin there." As one deputy left, the other raised Andrew's shirt, and Andrew felt sweat breaking out the deputy grabbed his tits and pinched them, and then twisted them. Andrew yelled only to receive the temporary removal of one hand to slap his face. "You open that mouth of yours one more time, and we'll stash that diaper in there." Andrew felt tears in his eyes, and resorted to biting his tongue to get him mind off the pain that the pinching, pulling and twisting was doing to tits that were already tenderized by the clamps being torn off . The other deputy returned and held the two clamps in front of Andrew's face. "See these nice pins. They twist right those little titties of yours. Then everything should stay put...or take the tit with it." With that comment, and with the other deputy's snarling in his ears to remember to keep his mouth shut, Andrew first felt a second of relief, and then throbbing pain as blood returned to energize the nerve endings and send urgent pain messages to his brain. One second later he felt the cold steel of the clamp around the blood engorged tit, and then more searing pan as the pin was tightened into and then through his right tit, and then the whole process was repeated with his left tit. Andrew dropped to his knees as soon as the tits were released as he almost fainted from the pain. Blood dribbled down his chest, and his brain tried to retreat from the reality of suffering and pain he was now being assaulted with. But he was not allowed to faint. Andrew was slapped and one deputy ran back to the car, found some smelling salts, and stuffed them under his nose. Andrew regained his senses, and began begging. "Please BOSS, PLEASE MASTERS, PLEASE, NO MORE, PLEASE."
"All right fuckface." one deputy said. "You provide some personal service and maybe we'll just reattach the chain to the clamps from the cock ring, and give you a punishment zap of electricity, and give you a chance to improve. After all, it is your first day, and we'll reasonable guys." With that a lead was attached to his collar, and Andrew was lead down the road, and toward some bushes at the bottom of the bank that he had used to rub the shit off his head. As they got to the area of the bushes Andrew felt his ass, cock and tits begin to tingle with the warning level of his control package. His sudden jerks made the one deputy realize that they had to temporarily deactivate the system. They halted and got out a controller, and pushed a series of buttons, and then Andrew was pushed behind the bushes. Andrew was ordered to lie flat on his back, and put his hands up over his head. As soon as he had gotten into that position, his striped shirt was pulled up around his upper arms, and one deputy sat down on the chain and shirt, effectively locking his hands above him. "What I've always liked is a quality rimming." said the other deputy, the one who had twisted his tits. "You do a good job of rimming, and I'll let you go back to work. "I'm going to squeeze out a log. You keep your mouth open. If I squeeze it into your mouth, you swallow it. If I squeeze it on to any other part of you, you leave the logs there and await further instructions. Understand?" Andrew nodded. The deputy straddled him and squatted back . The deputy pulled his ass cheeks apart and and suddenly all Andrew could see was the approaching anus, with the tip of a turd just appearing through it. "Open wide" was the order. The asshole approached until finally Andrew with his mouth wide open found that the deputy his ass lips over Andrews mouth, and in the process caught Andrew's nose in his ass crack. Andrew couldn't breathe, and tried to move only to find he was held unable to move. Andrew wanted to die, but instead Andrew became a toilet.
"After what seemed to be hours of no air but desperate swallowing, the ass moved away from his mouth, and the ordered come back to him, clean the shitter up, and if there is any smudge on my white hankie after you say you've completed the task, I'll beat your ass with my belt until you will find every movement a pain extravaganza." Andrew used his tongue to clean all the smudges around the anus clean, and for little dabs of shit just tongued them into his mouth. Andrew again was amazed with the suddenness that he had adjusted to the new realities of his life. Just five minutes ago licking shit from around an asshole would have made him cringe in disgust. After the manmeat logs he had to either eat of die from asphyxiation, these little items seemed too insignificant to worry about. After he had cleaned up the ass in front of his face, the deputy ordered him to message the asslips, and to stick his tongue up the hold and tongue stimulate the inner membrane. Andrew did as ordered. "You're one fine asswip, turdbrain." the deputy said. "I'll recommend you to all my friends. You may be on your last day on the road, and we may just chain you in the guards shitter for asswipe duty from now on." Although Andrew's stomach churned at the idea of this duty, he had learned enough to reply properly, and said "Thank you BOSS. YOUR slave is glad to have served satisfactorily." The one deputy arose, and pulled up his pants, and the other then moved down between Andrew's legs, and the other took his place holding his hands immobile. "You want something to drink for that guardmeat you've just gotten?" Andrew didn't because he knew what the liquid would be, but he also knew he would get piss in his mouth no matter what, and so decided the path of less pain was to follow along. "BOSS, please feed YOUR slave some of YOUR GOLDEN JUICE, SIR." The deputy smiled at his colleague behind his head, and said "Turdbrain may be catching on to the program after all. I think you're right. I think we have a natural born toilet service here." Andrew wondered if he had done less of a good job if he would now be even thinking that he would face some time chained in a latrine as a toilet, but immediately knew that if that was what the two deputies wanted to do with him, he would do it, and the only difference was by doing as well as he could he minimized his suffering getting to his predetermined fate. "Open wide" the deputy said, and pulling out his cock, he aimed a stream of urine into Andrew's mouth. Andrew swallowed as fast as he could, and only three times did his throat reject processing all the piss, and find the stream spraying over his head. The deputy behind him then got up, and the other put his cock back into his pants, and they both disappeared behind him. Andrew was panicked. What should he do. Then he heard the small chirping noise that told him the controller was reactivating his electronic controls, and in almost the same instant, the warning and then the beginning of the punishment sequence began to course around his cock, out of his ass, and across his chest to his nipples. Even his legs began a manic spastic dance as electricity caused his muscles to involuntarily contract and flex. "You'd better get back into line fast or you'll fry your ass, shithead." AS your muscles are being involuntarily stimulated, coordinated actions were not easy, and Andrew was truly screaming in agony by the time he had turned over, moved his hands down, and gotten his legs under him stagger back into his safe zone. The deputies were howling also, but only in laughter. "You are one spastic con, shithead." the one deputy said. As the two left, they yelled back that they would consider not noting the lady's complain for further punishment at the end of the day. Andrew's one second of hope was dashed as he heard the other deputy say loudly "NOT!"
Andrew began what he had twenty minutes earlier thought was the worst thing that could happen to him, slaving around picking up other people's trash. Now it seemed a piece of cake. He moved cautiously as he thought that he approached the end of his territory, and immediately retreated at the very first hint of power. His ass and cock were now very sensitive to the smallest amount of electricity. His tits were throbbing in pain from both the piercing and the electricity. He was totally miserable. But as he moved back to endure the continued verbal abuse, and the items thrown at him from the cars, Andrew realized that he was broken. The guards had him totally in their power, and he would do anything they ordered him to do. At this thought Andrew felt his stomach rumble, and he knew he was going to upchuck his recent 'meal." Andrew hurried to as hidden a place as he could find...almost the place where it had happened, and gratefully threw up all the piss and shit down toward the big bush. Andrew worried that this would be considered trash, and with the brain rush of desperation, grabbed clumps of grass to throw over the offal. For several minutes of work pulling up the clumps from around the area, and then aiming it so it would cover the regurgitated material, he looked at it with a critical eye, and decided that probably it would never be detected, and that in any case he had done his best. Normally the acid aftertaste of his stomach's contents would have really sickened him, but now he just accepted it as a positive.
Hours later, another deputy pulled up to where he was working and announced "Lunch." Andrew was wary, but said "YES BOSS, Thank YOU BOSS." But instead of more natural food, he was given a small sack with a dry baloney sandwich and a small sealed container of what he took for juice. "You have five minutes, douche bag." the deputy said, and Andrew smiled but kept the smile carefully to himself. "That ass thinks he's really being bad, but he doesn't have a clue." Andrew thought. Well before time Andrew had finished his lunch, put the sack into his plastic garbage bag, and stood waiting at somewhat of parade rest. ""Give us the bag" the deputy said although he had watched Andrew put it into the plastic garbage bag. "Failure to return lunch sack - two stripes." was the mechanical reply. Andrew thought to himself, "Big fucking deal."
About three in the afternoon the event which at 7 in the morning was his great fear happened, a car full of students slowed to a stop as he was picking up trash near the stop sign. "One student recognized him, rolled down the window, and yelled, "Hi prof! Have a nice day! We'll tell all your students where you are. I'll bet they all will want to help you keep from being bored by bringing you trash to pick up." The car erupted in laughter, and he felt his face reddening. Just then three can of pop came flying out of the window, and the yelled order "Fetch FIDO." followed them. After about forty minutes more, there was a stream of cars with students in them, all throwing items out like condoms and rotten fruit, and all done with yelled encouragement for him to pick it up. Some order him to try to catch the item in his mouth. After his morning adventure, Andrew tried to follow the student's order to their general glee. Andrew knew he could never return to that university. Every time he would try to stand in front of a class, some student would yell "Fetch" or "Prof looks like a good little dog slave, doesn't he?" HE could not teach in these circumstances, and as he mechanically went through doing his clean up...almost forgetting how tired his arms and legs were from dragging those chains around all day, Andrew's brain mentally was compiling a list of institutions he might apply to. Finally he saw the truck approach. When it got next to him, he was ordered to stand at attention while the inspection was done. "Five pieces of trash not picked up," was the conclusion. Andrew was pleased with his small victory. His camouflage of the regurgitated material had worked. The chirping of the control device told him he could approach the truck, and he almost moved before he was ordered to do so, but caught himself just in time. As his collar was locked onto the long chain, the other cons looked at him, and he looked at then, and in their exchange was no longer contempt.