Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2014 23:31:28 -0600 From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com> Subject: CAPTIVE XXXVIII Nifty survives on your contributions. Please help the site remain on-line by giving when you can. I believe we need the expressions of alternate sexuality the site allows. Thank all of you that help the site to prosper. CAPTIVE XXXVIII "When I brought Weldon here to live I had in mind that he and I could live here alone. I could see no further than finishing high school and heading off to college in the fall. Ray got me to agree to allow him to stay for the summer until he was supposed to head off to art school. Ron was shunned by his family and community so he came here looking for refuge and we accepted his monster dick and eager mouth. Paul came looking for revenge and we captured him and gave him to his dog and whoever wanted to use his ass or mouth. He learned to enjoy captivity and has returned begging to be enslaved. David chose a dog over his previous master and was left in my control. "I never expected to own six slaves or ten dogs. But you are all here and I will accept that you all wish to please me. That is the first rule of the farm, everything you do is to please me. "Some of you have stated limits before agreeing to become my slaves, a couple of you have acknowledged no limits. I have no intention of prostituting any of you, but we are a working dog farm with guests that pay well to visit. Primarily they come for the dogs. If they want boys they need to ask me and I will get your agreement before turning you over, except for the two of you that have no limits. For those two I will order you to satisfy the guests' desires. "We will be working on two dungeons over the next week or so. I plan or allowing paying guests to choose from some of you. If they do your limits will be acknowledged beforehand and should anyone attempt to take you beyond that point I expect you to yell for me by name. Just so you're sure, that is Donny, Sir. "Repeat it." "Donny, Sir," echoed off the cabin as the slaves gratefully understood the rules of the farm. "Weldon is more than a slave here. He is also my lover and as such can give any of you orders and expect to be obeyed without hesitation." "Yes, Sir." Five times it rang out. "I have told each of you before, but I want you all to hear it again. I am not rich, I am running the 'Breed and Breakfast' to make money. Each of you must earn your keep as must every dog. Should I find that any of you are not contributing sufficiently you will be dropped off in town. "The man attached to the cross currently wants to live here also. I do not believe in democracy as far as the business is concerned but he will interact with each of you should I allow him to stay. If anyone objects to him staying, please state why." "He's a lousy cocksucker." "He's too noisy when being whipped." "He doesn't have enough dick to please anyone." "I don't trust him." Weldon was the only slave allowed to use the pronoun and he did, just to rub it in the other slaves' faces. The growing ranks of slaves was not pleasing him but for the others to know he could be giving orders alleviated some of his concerns. "Weldon, Ron, you have both said you want to fuck his ass. So do I." "We can fuck him without allowing him to stay." "Is there anything he could do to change your minds?" "Take a heavy beating silently." David was certain the man couldn't do it, but if he could they would know he was trying. "What would he do if he stayed?" "He could help with some of the construction projects we're going to be needed to get done. He's strong and will listen to me." "But, will he listen to me or a guest that gives him an order?" "Sir, you seem set on having him join us. If you think he can be turned into a slave alongside us have him show us this Saturday when you put on the show. If you don't really trust him, Weldon, invite the man's co-workers. After they watch him taking a dog or two or three he won't have anywhere to go or anyone to socialize with in the area. "Plus taking on three dogs in a row is enough to break anyone and he will be a better slave for it." "Donny, rather than allowing him to move in right away, why don't we have him stay a couple weekends to see if he's trainable. After that we can decide if he should give up his job and come live here." "From Friday after work until he leaves for work on Monday morning?" "Yes, sir." "Bring him here." "Weldon, find another collar." Donny disappeared into the cabin while the boys went to get Harvey from where he hung on the cross. Weldon knew where the fancier collars were stored but he wanted to have Donny use a pink one that the original owner had left in the barn. When Donny saw the collar Weldon had brought for the man he started laughing. Even as the man knelt in front of him Donny laughed at the idea of the muscular construction worker wearing a pink collar all the time even when working. As he had with Weldon Donny slipped a riveting gun under the collar and fastened it securely in place. "Harvey, you are officially a slave, now. I have decided that you will be allowed to stay on the farm from Friday afternoon until Monday morning. If you prove to the other slaves and me that you are worthy I will tell you to grab a pair of shorts a single T-shirt, socks and boots. At that point the boys will help you store your belongings and find a place to sleep. Unit that time you will sleep in a dog pen with whoever I choose. "You have a lot of shortcomings to work on. The boys you sucked don't think you do much of a job, so you will need to work on your cock sucking. You were too noisy when you were beaten, the next time you need to keep silent. Some of the slaves think you are only here for the dogs and consequently don't trust you." "What do you want me to do, sir?" "We are all going to fuck you. Put your head in the grass and spread your cheeks. "Ray, get him wet enough to fuck. "Weldon, you get my dick hard and wet." After the boys did what they had been ordered to do Donny opened the man's ass with a plunge into his ass that sunk five of his eight inches. In a matter of a minute he was fucking Harvey with long strokes that matched the length of his cock, slamming against his butt with every plunge. He had decided that there was no reason to hold back so he fucked straight in and out not bothering to grind when inside. Watching and waiting Weldon was ready when Donny withdrew his cock to spurt on the outside of the asshole. Weldon used the extra fluid as lube and fucked as hard if not harder. This was no fucking to please the man, it was a simple thrust and withdrawal followed by the same over and over. The broken skin on Harvey's butt broke as Weldon slammed against him smearing blood on the boy. When Weldon finished and stood by Donny's side the master called Ray to clean their dicks. Ron went next, hammering to get his whole cock inside the man. He was the least experienced of the slaves at fucking and lasted only two or three minutes. He plopped out of the asshole loudly and stood beside Weldon to wait his turn in Ray's mouth, he knew that his dick was going to taste like shit because he had been sliding against a hard ball of shit in the man's ass. One after another the others dumped a load of cum in the boy and stood to have Ray clean their cock with his mouth. While Ray was fucking the sloppy hole Donny had Weldon fetch a tail plug that he was going to use to seal the cum inside the man for the rest of the day. Harvey had been opened up enough by six dicks fucking his ass that Donny was easily able to slide the tail with the largest bulb in with little pressure. For some reason Jock had not been with any of the men that weekend. When he saw the naked man crawl in his pen with a tail sticking out of his ass he looked at him with his head cocked. "Don't worry, Jock, you don't need to fight with that tail. Harvey is here to suck your dick and drain your balls. Get to work, slave." Harvey did as ordered. After about five minutes of having his dick sucked Jock began humping the mouth gagging the man. That didn't stop the handsome Shepard; he kept pumping and humping, hitting the back of the throat trying to reject his dick. Ray and Ron held his head as the dog jammed his dick in until his knot was lodged between the man's lips. Donny ordered him to open wider and to massage the knot with his tongue and lips. "Weldon get another dog, Larry or Mo. This slave is only worthy of a mutt." By the time Weldon returned Jock had pulled away and gone to lie down. Weldon walked Mo up to Harvey's face and helped him get the mutt's bone from the sheath. Ray held the man's head again and when he made contact with Mo pushed him onto the pink bone not waiting for the cock to become engorged with blood. Mo stood and let the man to service him without humping the mouth until he felt lips on his knot when he made a single push into the wet hole. "When he's finished sucking that dick, bring him down to the end of the barn, we have work to do." "Why didn't you wait to watch your newest slave, sir?" "I think I've seen enough for the weekend. What do you think about the idea of creating two dungeons?" Donny had been thinking of the idea since he'd been fed the idea, though he had told the slaves they would be working on the dungeons he was still in doubt about the possibility. "I don't like the idea. If you really believe the two lives can get along, okay. Do you really believe the noise from the dungeons won't upset the dogs?" Weldon had a fear, but that wasn't it. He was really afraid that Donny would become enamored with the idea of using whips and chains and he would be the ultimate recipient of a beating. "If we make these stalls into dungeons we will need to pour a cement floor and have a good drain. We won't need to do anything with the walls except paint them black and put up some hooks and shelves." "This time we need to remember to put in some lighting." "At least we won't need to have plugs. All we need is overhead lighting that is high enough that it won't get hit by a whip. Maybe it should have a dimmer switch." "So what can we do now?" "We need to take out about three inches of soil. Tomorrow we find the drain lines and get Harvey to put in a line for both rooms. Then we'll mix and pour a cement floor. When that's dry we'll do the paint and put up hooks and rig a hoist somewhere close to the center of the room. If we find the room needs some soundproofing we can get those hanging mats that make the walls into dampers. "Once we have the boys working and Harvey doing what he can on the lights and drains we're going for a ride. Get our jock straps and saddle up the horses. We need some time alone." Weldon was pleased that his owner/lover felt that way. Protecting their balls on the ride meant Donny planned on riding hard and fast. Hanging the jock straps outside the stallion's stall Weldon began saddling the horses, a job that he had never done before living with Donny and was still learning. He knew Donny would check both saddles and bridles before he was allowed to mount the mare. The time alone with the horses was a luxury Weldon seldom had on the farm so he took his time and thought about the changes that were occurring to 'Breed and Breakfast'. The extra slaves were actually needed to make the place run smoothly but the time it would take from he and Donny was worrisome. While it had never happened he thought he would need to find a way to guarantee that Donny didn't bring another slave to their bed. "I haven't had time to check on the horses in a few days, how are they?" "You know I'm not an expert on horses, but as far as I can tell they are doing well but a day of exercise won't hurt them. The stallion got excited at the sight of his saddle, so I think they are ready to go." Donny was checking the saddles especially the tightness and the saddle blankets. Weldon hadn't pulled them quite as tight as Donny liked so he tightened them up a bit. "You're learning how get them ready but you still need to remember you are not going to hurt the horse when you pull the strap tight. Do you have one of the phones with you?" "No, Sir." "When we pass the cabin get one. We'll ride out the lane and go past the school and see where we can go." "Should I grab some money, too?" "Sure, we might want to stop for lunch or get something to drink." Weldon came out of the cabin with saddlebags with a wallet, shirts and shorts. He had slipped the phone in the front of his jock strap when he was mounted his owner/lover asked what he'd put in the saddlebags. The boy's foresight pleased him but he didn't look forward to having his slave dressed in any more than he was already wearing. They rode out along the road occasionally letting the horses run but mostly keeping them to a walk so they were able to talk. The day passed pleasantly with both boys happy to be together and alone. They had seen few people and were not too concerned about riding along the country road without clothing until a sheriff's vehicle pulled up in front of them and stopped. Weldon was sweating at the possibility that the officer would be one of the men who had raped him in jail, when the officer stepped out of the car he was pleased to see that he didn't know the man. "Boys, get down off the horses." Dresses in a broad brimmed hat and khaki uniform the officer exuded all the authority of the sheriff's department. On the ground the boys were able to get a look at his face, at first they thought they were seeing things. Staring at them was a man that could easily have passed for Harvey's identical twin. "The county has an ordinance requiring that you have your ass-holes covered when in public. What do you two think you're doing riding out here on the road in just a jock strap?" Before they could answer the officer ordered them to the protected side of the vehicle with their hands on the roof. "Spread your legs." They had been riding for two hours and the relief of being out of the saddle was immediately replaced with fear at what the officer intended. "Do you have pants with you?" "Yes, Sir." Donny was quick to answer hoping that the officer would tell them to get the shorts on and not to repeat their offense. Standing behind the boys the officer had pulled a baton from his overloaded belt. Neither boy could see what he was doing as they had been ordered to keep their eyes on the road. "Generally when I find people out in public without clothes they are drunk or on drugs. The judge out here says that is a good enough reason to search for drugs. Drop your jock straps to your knees. "Have you boys been drinking?" "No, Sir." First he ordered Donny to spread his cheeks. With both hands behind him he snapped handcuffs on the boy before he had a chance to protest. Covering one hand with a latex glove he bent the unresisting boy over and roughly shoved two fingers in his ass. "It doesn't seem that there is anything hidden up your ass." He then shoved the boy in the back seat of the patrol car and turned his attention to Weldon. "Grab your ankles, boy." Unlike with Donny the officer gently ran one finger into the boy before adding a second and third. "I can't tell if you have anything hidden up your butt, boy. I'm going to need to dig deeper." Weldon had been keeping his eyes closed as if the embarrassment he was feeling would not show if he couldn't see what was happening to him. By the officer's tone he knew something bad was about to happen. "Put your hands back on the roof of the car. Now do you want me to check with the baton or my dick? "You don't have an answer for that? Well I guess I'll have to decide on my own." The officer hadn't removed the three fingers yet. Weldon knew if he was forced he could take the officer's hand but looking in the car's window he saw the anger on Donny's face. He thought about the lessons Donny had taught him on how to defend himself but knew that if he was to use any of them he could be thrown in jail for resisting arrest or assaulting a peace officer. He swore to himself and closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch Donny see him being abused by the officer. Weldon remembered that being raped was tough mentally and that his ass had paid for resisting. Silently he hoped the man chose his dick not the baton. He was trying to relax when he thought of one thing that might stop the assault on his ass. While debating if it might work he heard the officer's pants hit the ground. The man's feet were between his when he felt the fingers being removed. Pushing with all his concentration he voided his bowels, the soft shit hitting the officer and landing in the underwear around his ankles. The man's shock turned to anger. But the assault on his asshole was stopped, the officer backed away to clean himself off. "You have everything that was hidden in my asshole, asshole." "I should kill you, you punk." But the officer's tone told Weldon the worst might be over. Unexpectedly the officer struck his ass with the baton and when Weldon screamed he hit him again. Using his underwear the officer smeared the shit all over the boy and after turning him around shoved them in his face. Weldon threw himself to the ground and rolled to get away from the new assault. The officer didn't follow him, he pulled the handcuffed boy from the backseat of his car and shoved his face against his shit smeared legs ordering Donny to lick him clean. He refused until the officer place his gun against the back of his head and warned him that he was not afraid of killing a law breaking teenager. Weldon watched from the bushes he had managed to roll under as Donny licked up his shit while the officer smiled at the humiliation. Both boys were saved by another car pulling up beside the patrol car. Unbelievably, it was Mr. Jenkins. "Officer I know these boys, can I help you with them? If you need I can post their bond or pay a fine for them. The officer didn't seem embarrassed to be found with his pants around his ankles but when the man got out his car hurried to pull them up, shit and all. Weldon hadn't come out of the bushes but he was trying to wipe the shit off his face with leaves and not being quiet about it. "Weldon, come out here. Officer Flack won't hurt you with a witness. Now officer are you arresting these boys?" "Damn, I hate lawyers. No, Mr. Jenkins they are free to go, once they get dressed. This is a warning, boys, don't come riding around here without your clothes on. Next time I won't be so easy on you." After rearranging his clothes and removing the handcuffs from Donny the officer drove away. "Mr. Jenkins, we owe you a lot for that. Do you have anything that we can use to get clean? Maybe a bottle of water and a towel or paper towels?" "I should have something in the trunk. We need to get you dressed. If Officer Flack calls one of his buddies it won't be long before they get here to finish whatever he had planned." While the boys cleaned up, Mr. Jenkins stood back far enough to avoid the smell. He was close enough to hear the boys recite what had happened, when he heard why they were covered in shit and smelled like it he began laughing. "There is a small place up the road about a mile, why don't you join me for lunch? We can sit outside so you don't offend too many of the customers." Over lunch the boys learned about Officer Flack and how many times Mr. Jenkins had defended clients that had complaints about their treatment by the heavy handed officer. None of his clients had admitted to being raped by the officer but the lawyer had suspected that a few of the boys pulled over for drugs had experiences much like the pair. Every time he thought of the officer driving away, smelling of Weldon's shit he broke out laughing. "Donny, do you know the way back to your place without following the road? I really think you should avoid running into the Deputy again." They discussed the best way to get home without crossing any properties marked No Trespassing. Donny insisted on paying for the lunch and invited Mr. Jenkins to the farm for a free day with any of the dogs. In return he gave them a business card and told them to call if they had problems with the deputy or the farm. The ride home was quiet. With both boys thinking about all that had happened that day. When they arrived at the deserted farm that abutted theirs Donny told Weldon to get down and get undressed. The air of solemnity that had fallen over them as they thought of how close they had come to true trouble lifted with their clothes. Neither boy had mentioned the fact that Donny had been forced to eat some of the shit to the lawyer or each other while they rode. "Donny, if I'd known he would stick your face in my shit I would never have tried making him quit his assault by shitting on him. It was so wrong." "Weldon, you did what you did and he did what he did. I was proud of you for finding a way to make him stop without resorting to anything that could have caused you any legal trouble. I have no doubt either of us could have taken his gun and broken bones. If we had done that we would both be in jail right now. "I couldn't stand having you taken to jail again. I may have made a bad decision in trying to keep us on the farm. Between there and the school you are bound to run into that officer again. He may even come looking for me and you. Do you want me to think about moving in closer to the college?" "No, Sir. You would miss our time with the boys and the dogs too much. I don't want to make you adjust our lives again. Besides, you told me you would be dropping me off at school this fall. "Or, I could ride the horse back the way we just came." "You have learned to enjoy dog sex haven't you?" It took a minute but soon Weldon admitted that was the truth. He preferred having Donny fuck him but having a dog mount him was second best, especially when Donny was watching them. He was also afraid that in the city he would be more restricted in his enjoyment of piss. Where would he find a group of guys that he knew pissed for him because he enjoyed it, not to debase him? "Turn right where the path forks." About one hundred yards to the right Weldon stopped the mare feet away from a small stream that another hundred feet to the right emptied into a pool surrounded by about three feet of dark soil. It turned out the soil was actually clay that was almost as hard as concrete. After watering the horses Donny tied them to a couple trees surrounded by tall grass. "When we first started coming to visit Grandpa, I was probably six or seven; we had just move to town from up north. Back then he had a different Wolfhound that would run across the fields with me. There were many afternoons we ended up here by this pool of water. I think it was here that I started to enjoy running around nude. Sandy would get in the water with me and we would play out here for hours. When we got out of the water I would use his chest as a pillow and many days would take a nap like that. "We had been doing that about two or three years when one day I woke up and his big dick was almost touching my face. I knew right then that I wanted to do something with a dick. I took that dick in my hand and explored every vein that ran through it. I played with his balls and before the afternoon was over I took his dick in my mouth. He started cumming as soon as I ran my tongue around it. I gagged and that was the end of my first experiment in dog sex. "Two or three weeks later my parents left me on the farm for a week while they went on vacation. Grandpa didn't make me do much work so I had my afternoons free to run with Sandy. Every afternoon we would come here. For the first few days nothing happened, I tried playing with his balls and felt up his sheath but his dick never appeared. Two days before I was to go home I learned how to make his bone come out of the sheath and I took it in my mouth before it swelled. I could feel the point scratching at my tongue but I had determined that I was going to get him to spurt his baby makers in my mouth, my father had told me that was what came out of a dick if it wasn't pissing. "I doubt Sandy enjoyed that blow job very much. I think I scratched his dick with my teeth, I know I didn't do much sucking. I just held his dick in my mouth caressing it with my tongue. I didn't gag that time, but when I had his cum flowing into my mouth I wanted to spit up. Sandy had other ideas and kept squirming on the ground working his dick in and out hitting my lips with his knot. I swallowed all of it and didn't vomit or spit any out. I was unexplainable proud of myself. "The best part was still to come. When I let the big dog stand up I was on my hands and knees looking for my shoes and he decided that he should return the favor and began licking my little ass. For the rest of the afternoon I tried finding ways and time to expose my asshole to that tongue. I was hooked. I didn't even think about having Sandy hump me. Still, I knew that someday I would have a dog's dick up my asshole.' They had jumped in the pool to finish cleaning off the smell of shit. Donny rubbed at Weldon's body with his open hand trying to be sure that every speck of shit they had missed earlier was gone. "That was the first time anyone tried to make me east shit. If I hadn't been forced I would admit to you that it wasn't that bad. We have eaten each other's ass when there have been traces of shit left after fucking. Neither of us ever complained about the taste of the other's asshole. I know you have set your limit at eating shit, but I think maybe you should rethink that." "Donny, the taste of your asshole and a few specks of shit is one thing. It hasn't been a big deal, but any more than that is out. No, no, no. If you want to eat mine, I'll consider how to give it to you. But I really don't want to kiss a shitty mouth and I love having you kiss me. Espec-ially when you're fucking me. Want to see about that right now?" "We don't have any lube." "You can fuck me with spit, stud." "You're a little whore, boy." It hadn't been meant as a derogatory name, Donny loved that Weldon was willing to give him his ass at any time of any day. Having the boy grab his own ankles and pull his butt off the ground so his face could get into the asshole was a treat, normally they fucked doggy style but when he fucked Weldon this way the boy could capture his own sperm with his mouth. He was far from the best at eating ass, but he enjoyed having his tongue inside Weldon. By the time he had Weldon wet enough to fuck his jaw was tired, but the boy had opened up enough for him to add two fingers to the tongue stuffing the hole. Feeling around inside his slave was one of his favorite treats and Weldon always seemed to enjoy the time he spent warming him up to fuck. He enjoy Donny's fingers almost as much as he enjoyed have his dick In his ass. Holding the asshole open slightly with his fingertips Weldon slid the head of his dick into Weldon and held still for a minute. "Don't move, I'll give you a spurt of piss to make this smoother. You have the sweetest asshole, boy. I'm so happy that I'm the first man to ever get inside. That should be enough." Saying no more Donny rammed his entire long dick into the wet asshole. He was in no hurry and played with the ass while he fucked, doing more than simply thrusting he worked his dick up and down and right to left. He needed to contort his body to do so but watched as the head of Weldon's dick slid through the boy's lips and he sucked at his own dickhead. "That's a good boy. Suck that dick. I'll take care of your ass while you take care of your dick." With his dick almost the entire way out of the boy he turned so his body was at a right angle to his slave and rammed himself all the way home. He was sure he saw more of the boy's dick disappear. After just a few strokes he turned again until his legs were holding Weldon in place but he couldn't see the boy, face, dick or anything other than back. He knew that his weight was forcing even more of the boy's dick into his own mouth. One more time he turned until he was face to face with two feet separating their mouths. Prying Weldon's hands from his ankles he lowered the boy's leg so he could finally reach his mouth and replaced the dick with his tongue. Until the moment he finished shooting cum in his boy he kissed him deeply. As he went to pull his dick from Weldon the boy finally also erupted. Donny had hoped to get the boy to shoot in his own mouth while they fucked but watching the gobs of white cum spattering on the well-tanned skin he had only one desire and that was to lick the cum from his chest and stomach. With his tongue on the boy's chest he knew he wanted to be lovers more than he wanted to own the boy.