Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 19:27:16 -0400
From: shags.the.dog@hotmail.com
Subject: The Making of a Breeder: Part 3

This is, obviously, a work of fiction sprouting entirely from my twisted
mind.  The people are not real and I'm sure these things never happened.  If
you don't like reading about sex between animals and humans, don't read it.
Please do not repost anywhere without permission.  All comments are welcome.

There will be four parts.

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The Making of a Breeder, Part 3 of 4
By Coldcountry


Jason was quiet; not sulking, exactly, but the easy grin was gone, and he
dragged around as though half dead.  Roger was fast losing patience with
him, but was at a loss as to how to snap him out of it.

Roger had sent Jason out to the barn to ready one of the nannies for
breeding.  She was in heat and he had borrowed a buck from a farmer in the
next town.  Entering the barn, Roger saw Jason.  He'd tied the doe to a
ring on the wall, and placed a low, rectangular stool behind her.  He was
now kneeling on that stool, enthusiastically fucking the goat.

Roger's backhand sent the boy flying, his cock waving in the air.  "You
worthless shit!"  Roger grabbed the boy's collar and dragged him away from
the frightened animal.  "Don't you ever take advantage of an animal that
way."  He took a bit of rope and wound it around the boy's wrists, then
taking the hook attached to a block and tackle rig on an overhead beam, he
snapped it to the rope on the boy's wrists.  Pulling on the other end of
the rope slowly hoisted Jason's arms over his head, raising him almost off
his feet.  Roger tied the rope off on a cleat on the wall and yanked a
machete from where it was sunk in the wall.  He grabbed the boy's cock and
balls and pulled until he yelped.  Holding the gleaming blade against the
boy's skin where it was stretched from his body, he looked into Jason's
terrified eyes.  "I oughta cut these right off you, you know that, you
worthless piece of shit?"

"What'd I do wrong?"  Jason's voice was nearly hysterical.  "I fuck the
dogs all the time."

"No, jerkoff, the dogs fuck you.  You don't fuck an animal that can't
consent.  Actually, you don't fuck anything.  You are the bitch and you do
not get to sink this boymeat of yours into anything.  You take cock, you
whore, you don't give it."  Roger tugged once more on Jason's bits, then
released them and with a grunt, drove the blade back into the wood.  He
picked up a heavy leather strap instead.  "I won't cut you, but you've got
to be punished."  Roger ran his hand over the strap, then squared off to
the side of the boy, pulled back and brought the strap down with a crack on
Jason's bare ass.

Jason screamed and twisted on the hook as blow after blow rained down,
turning his back, butt and thighs a flaming red and covering the skin with
welts.  He has long since stopped struggling and hung limp from the rope
when the beating finally stopped.  Roger grabbed his hair and pulled his
head back.  Jason squeezed his eyes shut and a tear ran down the tracks
made by all the others through the dirt on his cheek.

"Fuck!"  Roger threw the strap aside, put the nanny goat back in her pen
and left.

~~

Two hours later, he was back, lowering the rope until Jason slumped to the
floor of the barn.  The pain in the boy's shoulders was worse than the pain
from the beating and he whimpered as his arms fell to his sides.  Roger
pulled him to his feet by his collar, untied the rope and threw it aside,
then gave the boy a gentle shove toward the door.  "Go get cleaned up."

Jason stumbled to the house and to the bathroom where a long shower did a
little to ease the aches and pains.  He came to the kitchen, damp curls
sticking to his neck, wearing light running shorts and a dejected look.
Roger left off the preparation of dinner, took something off the counter
and went to the boy.  Without a word, he dropped to one knee, pulled down
the boy's shorts and fastened a chastity cage around the boy's privates,
taking care to fit it properly.  Standing again, he went back to chopping
vegetables.

Jason stared in shock at the plastic cage circling his ballsack and holding
his cock prisoner.

"Pull up your shorts, boy."

Jason fumbled the thin material up over his slim hips.

"You don't touch yourself and you don't cum until I say so."  Roger dumped
the veggies into a pan with hot oil and ginger.  "How long you wear that is
up to you."  He gave Jason a long look.  "You gotta learn your place, boy."

Jason nodded, stared out the window at the gathering dusk for a moment,
then moved to lay the table for their dinner.

The evening passed with little conversation.  The dogs all took turns at
Jason's cunthole, filling him to overflowing.  Jake and Fletcher went twice
and Bonkers came back for thirds.  Old Roy was happy with one coupling and
lay watching the others pound their huge knots into Jason's bruised ass.
Roger slipped the plug up Jason's ass between fuckings to keep all the hot
dogseed inside and by the end of the evening, the boy's belly was swollen
with it.  Roger directed him to kneel down with his butt in the air and
kneaded him firmly to work the cum deep within his guts.

"Maybe all this dog spunk will help you figure out who you are."  He had
seen the boy's cock trying to swell inside the plastic cage and heard his
grunts of frustration at not being able to get off.  "You are such a sweet
little bitch, why can't you just remember that?"

~~

In the morning, he fucked the boy hard, but didn't touch him and Jason
whimpered in frustration.

The cage could stay on all the time, although the shape of it made it
necessary for Jason to sit to piss, an added bonus in Roger's mind.

By the end of the week, Jason was restless with frustration.  "Please,
Roger.  I gotta come, my nuts are going to explode.  Heck, I'm likely to
have a wet dream at this rate, but that won't be as much fun.  Besides," he
shifted in his seat at the dinner table.  "I thought you liked sucking me."

"I do.  You've got the sweetest meat I've ever tasted, but you have to
learn.  It's probably my fault for being so lax with you, so it's right
I've got to go without as well.  I don't want you having any pleasurable
dreams though, so I guess I better milk you."

"Do what?"  Jason looked startled and not a little worried.

Roger smiled and started to clear the table.  "We'll clean up and I'll show
you."

Nervously, Jason helped and soon the kitchen was tidy again.

"Up on the table, lay back."  Roger waved Jason to the table and went to
rummage in the big chest freezer in the corner, coming back with a bag of
ice.

Jason lay back on the table, then brought up his feet and spread his legs
as directed.  Roger removed the cage, and the boy's cock started to harden
immediately.  Roger spread a towel over the boy's groin and dumped the
contents of the bag of ice on him.  Jason drew in his breath with a hiss
and started to sit up.

"Hold still, boy, I don't want to bother tying you down, but I will if I
have to.  And be quiet, I don't want to listen to you whine."

Jason grabbed the edges of the table and started to shake.  After ten
minutes, Roger removed the ice and inspected the boy's wilted cock and
balls.  "That should do it."

He stood at the end of the table between the boys legs and smeared lube on
his fingers.  He slipped first one, then a second up the boy's hole and
felt gently around.  Jason grunted when Roger's fingers nudged his
prostate.  Roger pressed gently, stroked a little then pressed again.  He
kept it up until a thin stream of cum dribbled out of the limp cock.  He
caught it in a glass to keep track of how much there was, and when the boy
seemed empty, he stopped.  "There."  He wiped his hands before fastening
the cock cage back in place around Jason's flaccid member.  "That should
eliminate any danger of wet dreams."

Jason groaned and covered his face with his hands.  Roger raised the glass
and drank.  "Sweet."  He smiled at the boy's miserable face, set the empty
glass in the sink and went into the living room.

~~

Weeks went by.  Jason remained in the chastity device with Roger milking
him every nine days or so.  At first, Jason was a bit rebellious and
sullen, but after a while, he became docile and his good nature returned.
He stopped begging for the cage to come off, he worked hard, and serviced
Roger and the dogs willingly and often.

Jason had gone twelve days without milking and still hadn't complained.
Roger watched him playing naked on the floor with the dogs, jerking Jake
and sucking Fletcher while Roy lay between his legs and worked at cleaning
Bonkers' cum out of the boy's ass.  Jason squirmed under the stimulation,
but neither begged for release nor whined at his lot.  When Jake and
Fletcher were satisfied, he called the boy over.  Jason came on his hands
and knees, a smile on his face, and settled between Roger's thighs.  He was
reaching for the older man's cock when Roger stopped him with a gentle
hand.  Jason looked up, a question in his eyes, and Roger stroked his
cheek.

"You've been a good boy, Jason.  Will you continue to be if I take that
cage off?"

Jason's face lit up.  "Yes, sir."

"Lay back."

Jason sprawled on his back and Roger removed the cage, then stroked the
boy's cock.  It was hard almost instantly.

"I want you to feed me that sweet cum of yours, boy."  And with that Roger
bent over and sucked the length of Jason's cock into his mouth.  Jason
cried out, his hips surging upward.  He came in seconds, pumping jet after
jet of hot seed into Roger's mouth.

When he collapsed, shuddering and spent, Roger moved between his legs,
pushed his knees up beside his ears and drove his thick meat to the hilt.
Folding the boy in half, Roger pounded him as hard as he could, fucking the
boy through the floor as he screamed and egged Roger on.

~~

Later, curled around the boy in bed, Roger stroked the smooth thigh.  "You
are one sweet fuck.  I've never had anything as hot and eager as that
boycunt of yours."  Jason nestled his hips back into Roger's groin.  "You
just keep behaving, now.  Do what you've been doing the last few weeks,
don't come unless I tell you, and things will be fine."

Jason murmured assent as Roger fondled his balls.  "How often you shave,
boy?"

"Oh, every four or five days, I guess."

"I want you to shave here as well."  Roger gave the boy's ballsack a tug.

"Yeah?"

"Yes.  All of it; I want your crotch silky smooth all the time."  He
stroked from hole to belly button, then went back to playing with Jason's
balls.  "I love your tight little balls, the way they ride high and neat."

Jason sighed.  "I wish I had balls like Jake."

Roger laughed.  "I wish I had balls like Jake, too.  And wouldn't we look
some funny, great round balls like oranges dangling between our legs.
Hell, we wouldn't be able to walk."

Jason joined the laughter.  "Yeah, but they sure would look some hot in a
pair of jeans."

Roger was quiet for a minute.  "You know, I might be able to do something
for you."

Jason twisted around and stared, wide-eyed.  "What?"

Roger nodded.  "We'll try it out tomorrow."

Realizing he'd get no more from the older man, Jason settled himself.

The quiet didn't last long.

"Roger?  How come you never... uh... you know, with the dogs?"

Roger chuckled.  "Can you imagine what Jake would be like if I let him fuck
me?  The others I could probably handle, but that's one strong minded dog.
He ever started to think he had the upper hand and he'd never listen to me
again."

"Oh.  Yeah, he never listens to me."

"He listens for the sound of your footsteps.  He's got if bad for you; I've
never seen him so attached to a bitch."

Jason smiled briefly.  "But don't you... ever want it?  I mean, you do...."
He stuttered into silence.

"Oh, yeah, I love dogcock as well as the next man."  Roger shifted on the
bed.  "Got a friend over the other side of town, got a big ol' mongrel dog.
I go visit him now and again."

Jason rolled onto his stomach and turned his face toward Roger.  "Big dog?"

"Huge."  Roger laughed.  "What, you want to come with me?  Little cumslut.
You sayin' the five of us aren't enough for you, or you just want to watch
me get my brains fucked out?"

Jason flushed and started to stammer, but Roger stopped him.  "Don't
matter, boy.  You can't come with me.  Now shut up and go to sleep."

Jason sighed and nodded.  Punching his pillow, he settled and drifted off
to sleep.

~~


After the animals were taken care of, and the sprinkler was hissing gently
in the garden, Roger brought Jason into the kitchen and told him to strip
and get up on the table.  As per instructions, Jason had shaved carefully,
and Roger grunted in pleasure at the sight of the boy's hairless crotch.
He ran his hand over the silky warm skin.

"God, you have the sweetest piece of boymeat I've ever seen."  He shook his
head and pulled up a chair at the end of the table.  "Feet up, scooch
down."

Jason did as he was told, bringing his ass as close to the edge of the
table as possible.  Roger slung a piece of bailing twine over the hanging
lamp and tied up a plastic sack of clear liquid.

"What's that?"

"Saline solution.  Keep it for the goats; sometimes they need it after
giving birth."  Roger cleaned a spot on the boy's ballsack with an alcohol
prep, fitted a needle onto the end of the tubing from the sack and uncapped
the needle.

Jason's eyes got huge.  "What are you doing?"

"You wanted big balls.  I'm going to inject the saline into your ballsack.
It won't hurt, and will be absorbed by your body in a couple of days."  He
opened the flow valve and let liquid squirt out of the needle, pushing the
air out of the tubing.  "This might sting a bit."

Carefully, he inserted the needle into the boy's tender skin, then adjusted
the flow and sat down.  "Could take a while."

Jason just nodded, laying still and wide-eyed.

The bag was half empty when Roger withdrew the needle, pinching the skin
lightly for a few seconds to seal the hole.

"They're not huge.  You don't have a lot of slack skin to work with, but
see what you think."

Jason hopped off the table and bent over.

"Holy shit!"  He reached down and fondled his ballsack.  It was stretched
and shiny, looking as though it contained a softball.  Jason strutted
around the kitchen, his gait made slightly awkward by the swollen sack.
"Do I look hot?"

Roger shook his head.  "You look daft.  Now quit wasting time and get to
your chores."

Jason reached up impulsively and kissed Roger's cheek.  "Thanks!"  His eyes
glowed and he went toward the door.  "I'm workin' naked today."  He was
still laughing as he ran down the steps and headed for the barn, the dogs
gathering around him to see what the excitement was about, and Roger knew
the chores weren't going to get done right away.

Jake leapt in the air knocking Jason with his shoulder and the boy stopped
and dropped on all fours in the dust of the driveway.

Roger smiled watching the big dog drive his cock up Jason's bitchhole and
listened to the boy egging him on.

"Come on, Jake, that the best you can do?  You gettin' old, boy?  Gonna
loose your place as Alpha if you can't fuck me any harder than that."  He
braced his hands wide and shoved back against the pounding of the hound's
hips.  "Come on, come on, Jake, harder.  Breed your bitch!"

You'd almost think the dog understood the way he seemed to increase his
efforts.  His big hairy balls were slapping against the boy's engorged sack
and Roger had to admit the sight was hotter than hell.  That boy was
hornier than a bitch in heat and sweeter-natured than a hound pup.  Roger
shoved the saline pouch and used needle aside, and went out to the group in
the dirt, his dick getting harder with every step.

Jake had just tied the boy and lay panting on Jason's back, his front legs
still holding the slight waist.  Roger reached down and fondled the dogs
balls, kneading and squeezing them as they pumped their load of seed deep
into the boy's belly.  He used his other hand to grope the boy and rub his
belly.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to what a hot sight you are fucking these
dogs."  His voice was soft.  "I know I keep saying it, but you really are a
born bitch.  You got a fire in your gut that only cum will put out."  He
pushed limp curls off the boy's forehead and Jason turned his head and
licked Roger's hand.  "Bitch dog."  His voice was caressing.  "Nothin'
better than watching this big hounds fuck your pretty cunthole, stretching
you wide.  And I see you're used to them now; your boycunt opens right up
for them, sucks them inside.  I think you could take a horse with ease."

Jason whimpered and sucked on Roger's fingers.  "You want to come, don't
you bitch?  Want to unload those big balls of yours."  Roger chuckled.
"Soon as Jake's done, I'm taking my turn, and if you can cum without
touching yourself, you can.  Otherwise, you'll have to wait 'till later."

Jake withdrew from the boy's body with a groan and staggered off.  Roy
stepped up for his turn, but Roger held him back.

"Sorry, old man.  The Alpha wants a turn at the pretty little breeder."  He
sighed as he sank deep into the boy's hot, clutching hole.  "Sometimes I
think I've died and gone to heaven.  That's right, squeeze your cunt tight
on me; push back now... yesss....  I can't believe what a natural you are,
like you have no purpose in life but to be a cumdump for every passing
erection.  Fuck....  ....  ...But you know who's property you are... know
who owns this pretty little cunt, and as much as you love having a cock
shoved tight up your pussy, you know who your master is."  He picked up the
pace of his fucking, thrusting deep and hard with every stroke.  Jason's
eyes were closed, his head thrown back.  Soft grunts and whimpers came from
his open mouth.

"Please."  Jason's voice was a whisper.  "My master, please breed
me... make me yours alone... your toy... your plaything... your
bitch... please...."

Roger exploded deep inside his bitch, pumping hot seed into his guts,
claiming him, marking him as his own.  Jason cried out, his untouched cock
spurting his seed in the dirt.

~~

...to be continued.