Date: Wed, 07 Sep 2005 21:31:00 +0000
From: David Morris <mozza2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Revelations part 6 ; Beastiality

Legalities - Simply don't read if you are under 18 or 21. You know your laws
better than me. If it offends, why are you reading it? The characters are
100% fictitious and bear no resemblance to anybody alive or dead. (Except
me, I'm real). Sole rights of this story belong to me and Nifty.

Authors Note NEW - As I'm sure you all know by now I'm a 23y/o bi male from
England. Firstly I would like to thank everybody that has emailed me
complimenting me on my story and for those that helped me with links to
websites and with contacts and so on and so forth.

My experience is still at zero, mostly due to lack of time. I'm buying a
house you see. But as soon as that is sorted then hopefully I'll have animal
cocks coming from all directions... I wish!!!

Oh yeah, I'll hopefully soon be posting some of my real-life experiences
(non-animal) from when I was younger, so you can see how a bisexual teenage
chav grew up. Obviously details such as names and places will be changed.
Conversations I will try to keep them as accurate as my memory serves.
Details later...

Anyway, hope you enjoy this next part. If you want to email me then my
address is mozza2k@hotmail.com and I will reply to all. I'm really easygoing
and would love more people to chat to.

Right I'm waffling on, enjoy!!!

Beastly Revelations Part 6 - fictional

I was left to sleep and reflect on my first day, lying on my back in a
puddle of cold dog cum. I was alone with my life out of my control. I was to
be used everyday, possible to the end of my life, as a fucking tool for
animals. Animals that are ordinarily there to serve humans for food or
comfort were now my masters. I began to cry in the realisation of my
situation, with no one to care and no one to comfort me.

Part 6 - Life as a blur

Life continued as a slave for approximately a week. A few new experiences
blossomed, such as being forced to breed with the other animals on the farm,
as well as the dogs I had to service every day, some of them more than once.

Passage of time was barely noticeable. I was either being repeatably fucked
and therefore unable to concentrate, or sleeping through sexual exhaustion.
But what I did notice was the routine I had seemed to have gotten myself
into.

The morning would start early with the Farmer's son pissing on my head. This
would also be my first drink of the day. I would then receive a stunning
view as he walked back to the house completely stark bollock naked. A short
while later he would return wearing only his usual shorts and boots.

The Farmer would then make an appearance and begin preparing the food. The
dogs and myself are then released to feed. Around this time is when my
working day's work begins.

Whichever dog finishes his food first is normally the first to fuck me. This
usually happens whilst I'm still eating.

The Farmer prefers me to be fucked in the barn to spare any mess in the
yard. But generally the dogs don't give me much chance to retreat to the
barn, virtually pouncing on me when my asshole is free to use.

It has been known that when a dog ties to me, sometimes it decides to move
around. Unless I want its knot ripped out of my ass, I have no choice but to
follow it. Me crawling backwards on all fours, and the dog walking forwards.
Sometimes they have taken me close to the farm entrance on an open view of
the road.

Some of the Farmer's business friends regularly come by to pick up fresh
produce. I am normally the first sight to greet them, in the middle of the
yard with a dog cock jamming up my ass, and a line of drool connecting me to
the floor.

Some of them ignore me, as if they know I'm scum and being a sex toy to a
pack of mutts is normal behaviour for me. But then others watch and call me
names to humiliate me further. However the large majority tend to rape my
face, not caring if I enjoy it or not. Which at least is a consistent
feeling shared by all.

Perhaps the worst thing is when they bring their sons along with them.
Children from 8, up to adults in their early twenties. Sometimes they watch,
the younger children finding it funny when I am forced to follow the dog. Or
their father sometimes tells them to have a go after they have shoved their
cocks down my throat.

A couple of the Farmer's business friends have brought their own pets to use
me as a cum-dump. It's quite an exciting feeling being bred by different
types of dog. Perhaps my favourite was the Great Dane of the market
stallholder from the nearby town. It had a huge cock and knot, and due to
its height I had to stand up and bend over. However when it tied to me, my
legs would go weak and I'd have no choice but to just hang off its cock by
my ass.

All the time I had been there I had not had chance to shave, and by now had
grown quite a sizeable beard, which was now matted with cum.

One morning the Farmer approached me and dragged me by my chain to the sheep
enclosure. He explained to me that the height of summer was approaching and
that I was to be sheared along with the other animals. A few of the sheep
went before me, and when my time came I was dragged out by the collar.

The Farmer's son was doing the cutting, and he was just as rough with me, if
not more, than with the sheep. He would grab clumps of hair and "buzz" it
off with the clippers. When he got to my pubes, he would grab hold of my
cock in a tight, vice like grip and cut the hair. What hair they couldn't
cut was left to a hair removal lotion. I was now completely naked and bald.
The effect that this had been when I got splashed by cum, my body was so
smooth it just ran down it in rivers.

This life continued for months, I was quite surprised at how much punishment
and abuse the body can take. Then came the day when the previous slave
returned. Apparently he missed his previous vocation and wanted to be an
animal slut again. The Farmer accepted but only after the slave was on his
knees begging.

For the ex-slaves indignity of returning we were both moved and chained
inside a dog kennel. In our new abode we had less room, even if we weren't
chained to the floor then there was no room to stand up. We could just about
stretch out fully lying down, even then our bodies were pressed together.
There was a feeding bowl built into the front of the cage and the dogs
entered from the rear at free will.

Personally I found it quite cosy. At night when we slept, we would embrace
each other, our cum soaked bodies sliding against each other. We would get
fucked whilst we were kneeling next to each other. We'd even wank, suck and
fuck each other, but not until the dogs had had their fun.

This new routine carried on until early one morning I was woken by the
Farmer and taken to the yard. Once there I was hosed down, cleaning all the
dry cum off me. I was then given the smallest pair of white nylon shorts I'd
seen and a pair of trainers. I put them on and was ushered to the van.

We then drove a large distance, my mind on the other slave and if he would
be ok on his own. I was sat between the Farmer and his son. My body was
pressed against the son's body, our sweat mingling in the heat of the cabin.

We stopped only a couple of times, as I was sent into shops in my near naked
state to buy drinks. I, of course, could only drink the piss of the other
two men.

When we arrived at our destination I noticed that it was some kind of dog
breeder's fete. A strange man took me away almost immediately to a marquis
on the far edge of the fete. Outside were some big bouncers and a sign I
think said "Special Ticket Holders Only".

Once inside I was told that until recently the dogs were shown shagging the
female dogs, but they were unpredictable. The crowd want to see what a dog
fucks like before they buy at the auction. So they brought in dirty pathetic
bastards like me that enjoy being gang raped by animals.

I was taken into a roped off area and placed in the middle, with no fewer
than a hundred people on the other side of the barrier. I was told to strip
and get on my hands and knees, which I did. An unknown man took my clothes
off me.

By this time I was extremely nervous in front of all these people and
shaking.

A dog was brought in and announced in a language I didn't understand. Pretty
much straight away the dog mounted me, driving its cock up my ass, and I
took it like the bitch I am. It didn't take long for the dog to knot with
me, and then fifteen to twenty minutes after that it pulled out of me. Then
the next dog was brought in.

As dog after dog fucked me, I noticed the people watching were paying their
attention on the dogs and not me. It was as if I didn't exist, or as if I
was just an everyday normal object used for dog breeding.

A couple of hours in I passed out from the sensations from my ass.

The show stared at nine in the morning, and at six in the evening I was
woken from passing out and dragged by both arms to the dog kennels. The man
who met me at the van earlier told me that I was bred by dogs for nine hours
continuously, and that I'd make him lots of money from the auctions.

At the kennels I was placed on a breeding stool and the dogs were given free
access to me again, until I was fetched for the special auctions later.

Dog after dog fucked me for a further three hours until I was untied and
taken to a backstage area in the same marquis.

We waited for about five minutes and then I was dragged onto a stage in
front of a crowd of people. The auctioneer spoke, with a translator next to
him speaking in English.

"Here we have Special Lot 42, an experienced sub-serviant breeding bitch. 23
years of age, Caucasian English male. Bidding starts at 20 Euros."

The bidding was due to start when someone asked to see what they were
bidding for. At this time I was still lying down on the floor from sexual
exhaustion.

When I didn't get up on the first request I was whipped across the back
making me yell out in pain. A couple more lashes gave me the stimulation
needed to stand up. Then the bidding began.

I wasn't too pleased with the outcome of the whole auction to be honest. I
was scared to death; I had no choice as to who I was to be sold to. The fact
I was being sold just like an item was bad enough.

But by the end of it, I had only been sold for a small sum of 55 euros.

A black hood was placed over my head and I was ushered off and bundled into
a car boot completely naked save the hood. I felt the car start not long
after.

When we were a short distance away we stopped, and I was pulled out of the
boot onto a road in the middle of a forest.

The man pulled off my hood and I was looking into the face of my boyfriend.
I hugged him but he pushed me away so hard that I fell to the floor.

My boyfriend told me that he had had some luck on the lottery and won a
multimillion jackpot. He had given up work and had been chatting to a Master
on the net and agreed to receive lessons in how to dominate and humiliate.
He also told me that I was his slave now and any familiarities we had in the
past were now gone.

The conversation lasted a bit longer until my new master washed all the dog
cum off me with freezing cold water and then handed me back the clothes that
were taken from me earlier.

We drove straight to the airport where my boyfriend gave me my passport. I
felt extremely exposed walking round the airport in only my shorts and
trainers. Although it wasn't long before my master put me to use.

As we were sitting in departures a few old businessmen were sat opposite me.
All they did was stare at my naked chest, quite an unusual sight in an
airport. My master asked me to offer them a suck job at one pound a suck.
They took the offer and followed me into the toilets. I finished each one as
fast as I could, earning four pounds for my master.

I was relieved when we got back home. I was with my boyfriend, even though
the nature of our relationship had changed. Not long after we returned we
moved to a country property where my master bought me some dogs and horses
to service.

So here I was, with a master and animals to please, kept naked and hairless
all the time. I couldn't have been any happier.

To be continued hopefully...

(Comments? Suggestions? Advice/Help on my real life situation? Mail me
mozza2k@hotmail.com) I'll respond to all.