Date: Thu, 9 May 2013 15:28:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Book 3 Chapter 4

The Adventures of Chet Pectoral
Book 3
Chapter 4


	Chet Pectoral rested in his stall.  The group fuck had lasted long into the
morning and he was exhausted.  Yet, somehow, he was still horny.  His mind
was spinning from seeing Austin alive after so long.  He wore only boots and
his collar.  There was a faint memory of his father, or Nick, taking him and
helping him shower and clean out from the gang bang.  He had been filled and
covered in cum.
	The mind is resilient and Chet's training had helped him survive.  But
maybe it was better if it had not happened and instead Chet had been allowed
to become a mindless fuck animal.  Instead, he suffered.  He missed Dean so
bad and he wanted this hell over.  He reached down and rubbed his sore and
swollen nips.  So many men had sucked them and fed from them.  When he
touched his nips his cock shot a small load of cum.  Primbatu had wired his
body now.
	There were footsteps and Chet looked up to see his father.
	"Come on horse," he said.  There was a soft smile on his father's face
and Chet remembered the brutal fuck his father had given him.

	Chet stood slowly, legs shaking.  His father attached a leash to Chet's
collar and began to lead him.  They walked for several minutes until they came
to a small large barn, open on both ends with stalls on each side.  It was much
like his barn but much larger.  There was a lot of activity, people running in all
directions.  He was led to a small room, about half the size of his stall.  His
father nodded to the ceiling and Chet saw two chains hanging with shackles at
the end.  Chet knew what was expected and he raised his arms.  His father
shackled each of his wrists to the chains and now he was standing hands over
his head, stretched to the ceiling.  His father grabbed his cock giving it a few
strokes and Chet moaned leaking for his father.  It felt so good and Chet closed
his eyes moaning.

	When he opened them a woman was standing in the doorway looking at
them both.  She was familiar.
	His father turned to her.
	"Do you want to assist me?" his father asked her.
	"No, I wanted to say goodbye."
	His father made a grunting sound.  Ramrod was a handsome muscular
man but then he moved so quickly that Chet almost gasped.  The woman did gasp
when he grabbed her arm and pulled her from the stall.
	"This is insane," he heard his father say.
	They were outside the room and Chet could not hear everything the
woman said.
	"Time . . . won't have . . . ever again."
	"I am taking care of everything," his father said.  It was easier to hear his
father because his voice was louder.  He was sure that others could hear the
argument as well.
	"You had . . . years . . . abandoned . . . myself."

	There was a silence and then one word spoken by his father softly so he
almost did not hear it.

	". . . sorry."

	The woman entered his stall, this time it was his father that stood in the
doorway watching.  She walked to Chet and put her hand on his now smooth
chest.  She was gentle.  Chet could have kicked her with his free legs.  Actually,
Chet knew enough to probably killer her if he wanted even with his hands
shackled above him but he did neither.  He simply stood there as she looked up
at him.  She kissed him on his chest, right between his massive pecs.  It was
gentle and loving.  When he looked down at her he saw her eyes were wet.
	Chet opened his mouth to speak but she reached up and put her finger
on his lips, silencing him.
	"Listen," she said quietly, "I have done everything I can but I need you to
survive."

	He looked down at her.  Chet knew who she was.

	"Please," he heard his father say from the doorway, "there is another
way."

	She reached into her pocket and she pulled out a very large needle.
Prima did not say a word, she injected the needle into Chet's nipples twice, half
of the dose into each nipple.  Chet was able to control the urge to scream but
his nips swelled instantly.  They were even more swollen and bloated now.

	They began to ache.
	His mind began to get fuzzy as the shots dulled his reason and logic.

	Prima could see Chet's eyes roll.

	"Can you still understand?" she asked Chet.
	He nodded.

	"Do you know who I am?"
	Chet nodded again.

	"Say it."
	Now Chet's eyes were wet.

	"Mom."

	She leaned in then and whispered to him.  A message for someone else,
tell him.  Chet, his mind drifting, could only nod.
	Prima kissed him again on the chest.  She turned to his father.
	"It is done," she said to him.
	It was then that Chet passed out.

	When he awoke he was in the same room and his hands were still
chained above his head.  But he had been dressed now.  He tried to look down
but a larger collar, a posture collar had been put around his neck.  It forced his
head up and did not allow him to move it much.  He could feel a horse's bit in
his mouth and a bridle had been strapped to his head.  Attached to the bridle
were blinders so Chet could not see to his left or right.  He looked down and he
could see his cock pointing straight out.  He could feel a metal cock ring
around his cock and balls and his balls were heavily weighted with a metal ring
of their own.  He could feel the cold of the metal and the pull of their weight.
A harness went over is shoulders and just below his pecs.  This thrust his pecs
up and forward his nips offered to the world for use.  He could feel a large plug
in his ass.  A large belt circled his waist.  It felt more like a corset than a belt.
His legs were not shackled and he felt boots on his feet.  They came up all the
way to his knees and they seemed heavier than they should.  There had to be
weights in the boots because as he lifted a foot it felt heavy and burdensome.

	"Do you like what we did while you were passed out?"
	Chet looked up and saw Nick enter the stall.  He carried a set of chains
in his hands.  Chet groaned as he saw the large clamps at either end.  Nick
knew him so well, he immediately reached out and took one of Chet's already
swollen and red tits in his mouth and he began to work the tit flesh.  Chet
whimpered, his body jerking.  Nick moved to the other tit then, giving it a turn.
Then, when he he saw what he had done and was happy with it, he attached the two clamps
to Chet's nipples.  They were savage and heavy and Chet groaned.

	"You love it," Nick said, rubbing Chet's smooth chest.
     	Chet nodded, the bit preventing him from talking.  Now Chet was his
sub and more animal than human.  He struggled to accept his new life.  But
there was a problem.  He remembered what his mother had said, the message.
The message was for Nick and he had to tell him.  He jerked his body and tried
to talk but Nick thought it was in response to the clamps and ignored the
effort.  A chain was attached to each tit and each of those chains was attached
to a single larger chain that had a leash at the end.  But, rather than pick up the
end of the leash Nick released it.
     The chain dropped but it was not long enough to hit the floor.   Instead,
Chet's nipples took the whole weight of the chain in one hard yank.  Chet
groaned into the bit and he could feel cum shoot out of his cock.  Nick laughed.

     "Heavy?" he asked Chet.
     Chet could only groan in response, his eyes rolling.  He hated to admit it,
he was in heaven.  Mentally Chet gave in and submitted, the pain becoming his
world.  Only the needs of Nick mattered, not his own.
     "Can you feel the plug in your cunt?" Nick asked.
     Mentally Chet accepted that he had a cunt now.  It was what his handler
wanted and so it was.  Chet groaned loud, his signal of assent.
     "Good, it's attached to a tail.  Tighten you ass and wiggle it a bit.  Make
the tail move.  Show me you love this Pex."

     To emphasize this Nick grabbled the chain attached to his tit clamps,
lifted it and let it drop again.  Chet moaned loud into the bit and he moved his
ass muscles.  He could feel the plug shift in his ass and he could feel hairs
move against his muscular thighs.
     Nick smiled broadly, obviously pleased.
     "I am going to unchain each hand, do not move." Nick said.
     Nick reached up and grabbed Chet's right hand.  He uncuffed it and then
moved it to the wide belt around Chet's waist.  Chet could not see the o-ring
attached to either side of the belt but he could feel Nick attach the cuff around
his wrist to the belt.  Nick repeated the process with Chet's other wrist.  Chet
did not move.  He was not chained or attached to anything but he had no will
to fight.  He was a animal now and he would do Nick's bidding.  Chet suffered
though, his body feeling all the savage things being done to it and he did the
only thing he could think of other than talk.  He bent forward and leaned down
putting his head on Nick's shoulder.  He moaned into Nick's ear.  It was
painful, the posture collar and belt around his waist made the move hard and
to make matters worse it caused the tit chain to hang even more freely, putting
additional strain on his tits.

     Nick reached up and rubbed Chet's back, providing some comfort.
     He needed to tell Nick this message but he had no way to do so at the
moment, if there indeed was a moment at all, it passed quickly and Nick grabbed
the tit leash and began to lead Chet out of the stall.

     The leash yanked his tits and the chain pulled at the same time, it was
agony.  The best agony a tit slave could ever want.  He walked behind Nick,
and felt the weight of his boots.  Five pounds each he guessed.  His large cock,
pointed straight out and bounced.  His weighted balls swung between his legs.
His plug tail swished as the muscles if his butt and ass flexed.
     "The other horses have trained for this and you haven't," Nick said, "but
I still say we can take them.  The winner of the race takes the house of the
looser.  I don't think we'll win but as long as we don't loose I say were fine.
Of course, Primbatu being the complete asshole he is, demands we win.  But, I
say fuck him."

     Nick said it all as they walked out of the barn and into the bright light of
day.  Chet hesitated.  It was brutally hot and the sun was so bright.  He tried to
lower his head but couldn't.  Chet saw Nick take out a pair of sunglasses and
put them on.  Then Nick turned to Chet.  He took each of the blinders and
swung them so that they now were in front of Chet's face.  They were
sunglasses and now the blinders shielded his eyes.  Chet could feel his body
sweating.  To Nick it made Chet looks even better the sweat showing off the
muscles of Chet's amazing, and now smooth, body.

     As Nick looked at him Chet flexed his ass around the plug.  The tail
moved.  Nick smiled and then Chet heard clapping.

     "He's magnificent," Takashi said.
     After a few moments Takashi came into Chet's view.  He too had a tit
leash in his hand and behind him Austin was being led.  Instead of tit clamps
the chain like Chet had on, a heavier chain was hooked to each of Austin's
large tit rings.  Austin's body had been altered so much he was barely
recognizable.  He was hugely muscled, the large tattoo dominating his body
now.  Austin's hard cock was even heavily tattooed.  The chains that Chet had
seen on Austin's body had been removed and Austin was dressed exactly the
same as Chet.  The only difference was Austin still had the piercings in his
body.  But Chet thought that the removal of the chains must be a huge relief to
Austin.
     Chet and Austin were able to make brief eye contact and Chet saw the
pain in Austin's eyes.  But now Austin looked directly at him.  His friend's
eyes were not blank or vacant.  Chet knew the brief time they had together had
given the former agent hope now.  Chet nodded slightly and Austin stared at
him.

     "Ready for the race," Nick asked Takashi.
     "It is my belief," Takashi whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "that this is
a barbaric ritual.  But tradition is a hard thing to overcome.  Isn't it my pet?"
     Takashi grabbed Austin's cock and stroked it.  Chet could see his friend
submit to his master.  It lasted only briefly and then Takashi and Nick led each
of their horses into the circular arena.

     Arena was a grand word and maybe too grand for what the arena truly
was.  It was about the size of a football field but triangular in shape.  The
pointed end had the stables and they walked toward the open end of the
triangle.  On either side was two sets a benches and they were occupied by
about two dozen people.  The viewers we dressed all in white and many had
masks on.

     Several yards in front of him Chet saw five identical carts.  Each cart had
three large bicycle tires and a chair on top.  Each chair had an identical dildo
attached to it.  This dildo would impale the rider and the rider would be fucked
by the dildo as the horse pulled him.  Chet knew he was one of the horses.
Attached to the front of each cart were two long poles.  Two of these carts
already had horses between the poles that were secured and ready.  Chet could
see the European Master had his horse attached.  The muscled hooded slave
pulled at his bonding.  As Chet was led in front of the horse growled
at him.  The second cart was empty and Chet saw Takashi lead Austin to it.
The third cart was occupied by the red headed slave that Brick had brought to
the party, he saw the Brick was already seated in the cart the dildo buried in
his black ass.
     The fourth cart was empty except for Michael standing by it.  Chet was
led to the final cart and he could see a crowd of people standing by it.  His
Master Primbatu was there with his father and they were talking.  Behind them
he could see the woman who gave him birth.  Chet could not think of her as his
mother.  She was talking to both of Primbatu's sons, Thor and Nathan.  It was
a sad picture because seeing Nathan always reminded Chet of Nathan's dead
brother.  This helped Chet remember why he was here.  He needed to end this,
forever.

     Nick made quick work of attaching Chet to the cart.  First, each of his
wrists were uncuffed from the belt around his waist and then cuffed to each
handle of the cart. Instinctively, Chet grabbed a handle in each hand.  Nick
reached under him and Chet felt his balls yank.
     "I'm attaching your balls to the cart.  Now I'll do each of your nipples,"
Nick told him.
     Chet groaned as the leash was removed from Chet's clamped tits and
then each chain was pulled under his arm and back to hook to the cart.  Now,
as he pulled the cart his nipples and balls would be yanked and tortured.
Finally, reigns were attached to either end of the bit in his mouth.

     His father walked up to him and rubbed his son's muscled chest.
     "I'm your rider," his father said, "just do your best."

    Ramrod, his father, disappeared from view and Chet heard him moan a
minute or two later.  Obviously, he had mounted the seat and impaled himself
on the dildo.  Chet could feel his father's weight in the seat and his tits and
balls pulled slightly.  Chet began to leave his mind, the input on his body was
simply too much.  But, his attention came back when he heard Nick gasp.

     "You've got to be kidding me," Nick said.
     "Unacceptable," his Master Primbatu declared.

     Chet even heard Takashi say something, although the Asian was not
within his view.  Chet felt the reigns pull hard and heard his father's voice.
     "Do . . . not . . . move," his father said.

     And it was then that Chet looked up.  At first, he thought his mind was
playing tricks on him.  And given all that he had been through he thought that
maybe he was finally insane.  All of this being too much for his mind and
body.  He tried to focus.  He tried to yell or moan or talk or do something.
But, instead a sound escaped from his mouth.  It was a combination of a groan
and a sigh and a scream.  All in all it was too much to process.

     It was Dean.

     Dean was clad in a leather jockstrap and behind him walked his buddy
Clark.  Clark was dressed just like Chet and the other horses but he was not
led in by Dean on a leash, he walked free and proud.  Chet looked at his lover
Dean and his dick jumped shooting a load.  Dean looked amazing.  His body
was more muscular than he remembered and his lover looked tanned, rested and
healthy.  The scared man he had said goodbye to on the plane was long gone.

     He wanted to run to his lover and be in his arms but he remembered his
father's command to not move.  He kept his place, obedient even now.
	Clark went to the forth cart and stood between the rails just as Chet stood
in front of his cart and Dean shocked him.  Dean walked right up to Chet and
stood in front of him.
	"Hey baby," Dean said.

	Tears filled Chet's eyes.  Honestly, he thought he would never see his
lover again but here he was.  Chet was sweating from the heat and strain and
he felt his lover grab his cock and stroke it.  Chet instantly came for his lover
his cum leaking down his leg.  Chet moaned, his body bucking.
	"I love that you cum for me like this," Dean said, "everything is going to
be . . ."

	Dean was cut off instantly by the voice of Primbatu.
	"You will stop," Primbatu said.

	Chet saw Dean turn to say something and then he saw Dean freeze in
place.  He looked over at Primbatu and saw that Primbatu was holding a gun
in his hand.
	"Move . . away . . from . . my . . horse," Primbatu said.

	It was then that Chet heard it.  An explosion in the distance and in that
moment everything changed.

	Primbatu fired the gun and the gun was pointed at Dean.  Chet lunged
forward pulling the cart with his strong body for the first time, his tits and
balls tugged hard and he moaned as he used his body to block his lover.

	Chet braced himself, all of this happening in a spit second, he knew he
would die for his lover.

	The bullet cut through the air and . . .

To be concluded.

(AMEN)