Date: Fri, 20 May 2016 18:31:01 +0100
From: rthrhmmn@gmail.com
Subject: Boss Ranch - Chapter Two

			  Every Dog Has It's Day

			      By RotherhamMan

The taking of William Russell went smoothly. I have special men for
abducting people who usually leave out the details of how and I, in turn,
leave out the details of why for plausible deniability.

All I need to know is that I sent them a name and a few days later a truck
pulls up at the ranch with a coffin-like crate loaded on the back. The
crate is dropped off, I hand over the cash, and they leave. I'm always
careful not to let them see any of the slaves in case they do decide to
turn on me, they are the one part of the operation I have little control
over. One day I may enslave them too. Who knows.

Russell was inside the crate they had dropped off today, sedated for the
time being. Troy was almost dancing around the crate in anticipation. I let
him have his fun. He had hours of freedom left.

I had ordered a lorry to come to the ranch and pick up the crate and some
other equipment for the trip. Troy and I would be in the back with our
cargo. This would give us time while in transit for Troy to get Russell
ready and for me to get Troy ready. The driver would unload the cargo at
it's destination and wouldn't know he had just been part of a human
trafficking ring. Ignorance is bliss and, if I'm involved, freedom.

Troy and I transported the crate, cage, and bag containing our toys to the
ranch's main entrance for the lorry and waited there. I was leaving the
ranch in Jamie's hands and although I knew he was perfectly capable I
always worried about leaving the ranch.

Troy and I sat on Russell's crate and had fun letting farts lose on the
crate to stink it up for him. The lorry came, driven by a rather attractive
daddy-bear trucker and he helped us lift up the cargo. He didn't ask any
questions, I would be tipping him.

He was a little worried about our stay in the back but accepted our
reassurances that we'd be fine. When the door was closed and the lorry was
moving we got to work.

Troy would be running the show under my observation. We lifted Russell's
body, which was bound with much duck tape which we cut, out of the crate
and stripped him of clothes before shackled him, spread eagle, on top of
the cage which was at stomach level. We pulled the chain taught to give him
little movement, how much they can move can effect how a person reacts and
how quickly they submit.

Russell wasn't much to look at, I wouldn't have given him a second look on
the street and would only have taken him under these circumstances. He was
lightly muscled but quite lean. Some tattoos that looked like they had been
done in prison and a few scars that could have come from there too. A six
pack was visible but his overall thinness was off-putting. I wondered if he
was on drugs. His face was a little gaunt and badly shaven and his hair was
a light blond buzz-cut. If it weren't for the circumstances I would have
struggled to give him away. He needed fattening up and toughening up but I
was sure he'd get both. Nothing makes you tougher than being a slave
(physically, anyway).

Troy took out a gag but stuffed what I knew to be one of his jockstraps
which he used as a cum rag and stuffed it in his mouth before fastening the
ball gag too tightly to be comfortable. He then nodded to me and I gave him
a bottle of smelling salts which were passed under his nose.

Russell came to with a start. Whatever he had been doing when he was
captured he had not been expecting to wake up like this. He immediately
struggled and tugged at his restraints and making as much noise as he
could. We let him for a while, standing back to keep our presence a secret
for the time being.

After he had worn himself out and established that he was indeed helpless
Troy stepped forward into his line of sight. When Russell saw him his eyes
went wide and his struggling resumed, more frantic than before.

"Oh, you recognize me then," leered Troy. His enjoyment of this was obvious
on his face and by his trousers. "Then you know why you're here. You're
here `cause you're a sick fuck who deserves everything he's getting!" He
grabbed Russell by the neck and made him look at him, squeezing as he did
to show his power. "I'm going to enjoy this, things are only going to get
worse for you. You're not a person any more, you're gonna be a
bitch. Someone's slave for the rest of your miserable life, getting fucked
up in ways you didn't know existed!"

It was not how I would have done it at all. The kid had no finesse in
scaring a guy into submission. It was a subtle art, if you need to raise
your voice and use threats then you're not a natural. Troy was not a
natural.

But this was his show, his first and last, so I stood back and let him have
his moment and let him think I was proud with the occasional nod when he
glanced my way for approval.

We started binding him into his new uniform, I wondered if he would ever
have it taken off. The two of us were easily stronger than him and had no
trouble undoing his restrained limbs and rebinding them one at a
time. First were his legs. We undid one and fastened his foot to his thigh
nice and tight so he would only be able to move around on his knees. We did
the same with the other before moving onto his arms. We locked his fists
into black round rubber mitts that confined his hands into fists. We then
fastened his wrists to his arms just below his shoulders so his elbows
would have to join his knees as his points of mobility.

He was now lying on his back on top of the cage and was free to thrash. He
had a lot to learn about moving like a dog but I was sure he would pick it
up quickly. Troy stepped forward and held the finishing touch before him
and the Russell's struggling stepped up a notch. It was a tail but plug.

"Better get ready for this, it's nothing compared to what you're going to
be getting from now on."

He didn't even lube it up, just forced it up his hole. Maybe that's how I
would have done that part because Russell's screams were delightful. When
it was in Troy gave him a shove off the cage.

Russell struggled onto his new legs and headed straight for the lorry door
at a pathetic speed. His new tail wagged with every movement. We both
laughed at him and Troy dragged him back to the cage and threw him inside.

"You'll be living in a cage like this for the rest of your life. If I had
my way I'd have those arms and legs amputated so you could never walk on
two legs or eat with your hands again. Be grateful that your new owner
likes his pets like this. I've been promised your first guy-ass fucking, I
can't wait for it."

Now was my moment. "Neither can I." I stepped up behind him and rammed a
tazzer into his side and watched him buck and thrash for a few moments
before dropping to the floor. Russell stared at me, I shrugged. "I've never
liked him. I only employed him because he was conveniently placed to get at
a target. He's a real little bitch and I'm glad to sell him off. He'll be
your pack mate, I'm afraid you'll have to put up with him some more." I
leaned in close to the cage and motioned for him to come close like I was
about to share a secret with him. He hesitated but crawled over. "Whatever
punishment your new owner gives you, he'll be getting the same
treatment. You'll be able to watch him suffer for doing this to you."

This seemed to please him a little and I quickly locked a collar around the
new dogs neck, he struggled against it but I was too strong for him,
holding him in place by his hair. When it was on I undid the gag around his
mouth. Boringly he tried to scream for help and the then screamed in pain
as the collar gave him a powerful shock.

"It'll only shock you if you speak too loud."

He glared and seethed at me from behind the bars of his cage. "Let me go or
I'll..." He growls in a low voice.

I grin. He has no threat because he has nothing and I tell him so. The
master makes it clear that the slave has nothing to bargain with because
everything they have is now their master's. Even their body.

I set about trussing up the man who was formerly known as Troy. I gave him
the same treatment he had given Russell, stripping him and binding his arms
and legs in place and shock collar but I didn't give him a but plug tail,
that would have to wait till later.

I drag him to the cage and throw him in just as he begins to stir.

"What? What the-?" He starts shouting but the collar kicks in and shocks
him bad.

"You've been demoted." I tell him. "I never liked you and you made too much
of a fuss of yourself. Time for you to move on and I've got a buyer only
too happy to take you and your new pack brother off my hands."

Troy suddenly realized that he was in a cage with a guy he had had fucked
over big time. Russell seemed to have realized it too and was looking
murderously at him. "Hey, I promised you this guy's first guy ass fuck."
Troy perked up for a moment. "What I didn't tell you is that it's your ass
he's going to be fucking!"

Troy went pale and tuned to me. "No! No, please! I can be the best trainer
you ever had! I'll never tell what you guys do! I'll be good - just don't
sell me! Please! Ahhgggg!"

As he had begged me Russell had crawled up behind him and was mounting him,
desperate to fuck over the guy. Troy's cry triggered the collar and in his
shock Russell aimed his cock on the mark and got it in in one brutal
thrust. Another scream and shock for Troy.

I sat back and watched while stroking my bulging jeans. Slave fucking is
always fun. Even more so when it's a revenge fuck, it so rarely
happens. Troy started crying half-way through and I licked my lips. They
were both soaked in sweat before long and panting just like dogs as Russell
struggled to find purchase and rhythm. It was a promising start to their
new lives.

It was several hours later when the lorry arrived at the buyers house. By
then Russel had fucked Troy raw and the two had fought as best they could
for a while. I had thought about fucking them but watching was, for once,
more fun. I hoped out of the trailer and told the driver to leave it, as
had been arranged. He asked where my friend was. I told him he was still in
the trailer, dog tired.

The trailer had been left just inside the buyer's estate and when the coast
was clear I through open the doors and opened the cage. They both tried to
make a break for it but they had no speed and they could not apply their
strength against mine. The `tussle' was over before it started. I wrestled
them to the ground, Troy first, and put my trademark cockring on him. He
cried again and screamed as he knew what it meant. It was not designed to
come off. Ever. Troy curled up and sobbed when I got off him. He knew he
was done.

Russell clearly did not see the significance but he saw Troy's reaction and
that was enough for him to panic. He too tried to get away but when he
managed to reach the edge of the truck, with me strolling up behind him at
a speed just as slow as him (I wasn't worried, where could he go?), he was
faced with a four foot drop off the edge. He looked back at me and took the
drop, despite my being less than two feet behind him.

He cried out at the pain and then again at the shock collar punishing
him. I dropped down after him and quickly snapped on the ring. Russell
looked up at me in confusion and with a smile I pressed the trigger button
on my remote.

Both dogs screamed in pain as the cockring shocked them violently and as
the collar gave them another shock. I only let them suffer a minute,
letting them feel the pain.

"Unless you want that pain to become a permanent sensation in your life you
will be good dogs." I started strolling down the path to the house at a
very leisurely pace and I heard what used to be Troy scramble after me. He
too had to face the drop and took it with a squeal. I hear him quietly
explain to Russell what the ring meant and how if they did not keep up they
would get the shock again. It would only get worse the further I got
away. I wondered how far the distance had to be before the shock and pain
was lethal.

I continued my stroll up the garden and took in the view. I always enjoyed
it, it was expensive and well maintained. In the distance I spotted a new
ornament and pointed it out to the dogs. At first they seemed patronized
until they realized just what it was. It was a man painted in silver body
paint and impaled up the ass by a steel rod that protruded from the ground
and was holding a large ring above him as part of the `sculpture'. It was
so still could be easily mistaken for an actual garden sculpture.

The dogs trembled at the sight. How long had the man been there with his
own body weight forcing his ass to be split open? How much training had it
taken for him to stay that still? How much pain had it endured for how
long?

How long had he been just an object?

I finally reached the door, not really caring if the dogs kept up with
me. They would learn, eventually.

The buyer was waiting at the door, watching what would soon be his pets
with amused and greedy eyes. I knew him as Steve but I doubted it was his
real name but I didn't care. I greeted him in a way that only money could
buy: with forced charm. I had deliberately dressed in a very casual attire
a workman might wear to work. I had put it on with the deliberate intention
of contradicting his pristine suit that probably cost an insane amount.

Steve crouched down and petted both dogs with no fear on his face. Troy
bowed his head, knowing all the pain and punishment to come and knowing his
existence would be much easier if he obeyed. Russel on the other hand, just
like a dog tried to bite the hand. The punishment was swift and merciless
as I hit the trigger and both dogs curled up whimpering. I handed it to
Steve, he knew how it worked but had a little fun with his pets anyway.

"So it's this button here?" He pressed it in question and the dogs
whimpered again.

"Yes, that button there." I too pressed it in answer and the same reaction
was again drawn from the two.

Russell looked like he was beginning to realize what was happening to him.

"Right, let me mark my territory." Steve pulled out his cock with no shame
and pissed on the two dogs like he had done on the other occasions I had
brought him new pets. Troy huddled in on himself, sobbing again, but
Russell looked like he was in shock that this was happening to him.

Steve promised the rest of the money would be in the account as promised
and I knew he would keep his word.

I left the two dogs with their new master and didn't care to look back. The
lorry was my ride back and the driver would be back in about 30 minutes. I
collected Russell and Troy's clothes and took them to a local charity
shop. The woman behind the counter thanked me profusely and asked why I had
such clothes that were clearly too small for me. I told her my boys had
turned into dogs and wouldn't be needing them any more and she laughed. I
joined the driver in the truck for the trip back, to his mild confusion. I
told him my friend would be staying behind to start a new life.

I wouldn't be going directly back to the farm though, I had an appointment
with Dean the bodybuilder.

To Be Continued?



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