Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2013 09:05:56 -0600 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Pig Farm; Chapter 3; Story codes: M, MM, SM, mc Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. 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Everyone was scrambling to the bathroom to piss and shit before the second bell went off indicating breakfast. Kurt looked for Joe, but in the crowd, he decided to get his morning duties done and find him later. After a significant pee, Kurt raced down to the line. Joe was already in line being a better hand at the routine and motioned Kurt to join him. Kurt felt bad about cutting, but Joe assured him that no one would mind, which the case was. Kurt was handed a big plate again this time with four poached eggs, hollandaise sauce, potatoes, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. The new friends sat down in their usual area. Joe asked, "Did you sleep ok, Kurt?" "Yes, surprising I slept like a log." "Fatigue and food make a great sleep aide." Joe mused. "After breakfast, we will all shower and relax for one hour to digest the food properly." Kurt thought, `I'm going to need more than an hour.' Joe continued, "Then we hit the gym. About half of us are on the muscle plan. We do everything as a class. Ten incredible beefy bodybuilders are the trainers. They are professional bodybuilders who supplement their lifestyle by being employed by the Pig Farm. If you ever followed the pro circuit, you would recognize some of them. Since I have a fetish for bodybuilders, I know who they are. These guys mean business and they will work us hard. There will be plenty of water to stay hydrated plus there are lots of towels for sweating. "We are very lucky to be in this group. The other group on the fat plan has a schedule I pray I never end up on. They go to a different room. In that room, they all lie down on individual slings. Their legs are raised attached to hooks creating nicely exposed assholes. An attendant comes by and lubes up each hole. Then, the attendant inserts a fucking machine pushing a dildo in and out of their ass. Once a week, the dildo is changed out to the next larger size. My understanding is by the time these fat boys are sold, their assholes are stretched to the point they cannot close them anymore. This means they have to stay clean all the time or they will drip shit everywhere they walk. Most all the buyers want their fat slaves ready for fisting." Kurt's asshole clinched listening to this new piece of information. Joe offered more, even though Kurt had heard enough. "The attendant also attaches suction machines to their pecs. The suction will make the men's pecs into man-breasts. Most buyers want big male boobs to manipulate." Of the two "choices", Kurt had to agree with Joe that they were on the best path. Kurt consciously said to himself that he was not going to fuck up because he would rather be muscle and fat; than fat, castrated, man-boobed or worse suffering from cigarette smoking. The bell rang and they ran to the gym. There was an individual station for each slave to work out in a class formation. The bell rang again and the ten beefy trainers immerged. Kurt had to admit, even though these guys were not his type, the trainers' bodies were impressive. All had great tans, they ranged from 5'7", 200 to 6'2" and 250 lbs. of solid muscle. They wore see-through nylon shorts that one could see the outline of their flaccid cocks. They were completely hairless and bald. Surprisingly, Kurt got hard for a bit looking at them. Kurt's cock was betraying his standards again and this was fucking with his head. The workout was super hard; the hardest workout that Kurt had ever experienced. Sweat was pouring off him and his muscles strained to keep up. When it was over, Kurt could hardly move. He smelled terrible. The friends hit the showers, and then back to the dining hall for an extremely large protein and calorie filled weigh gain drink. This was followed by more water. Joe helped Kurt get back to his cot to lie down a bit. Joe nestled in next to Kurt and they fell asleep in each other's arms. The bell woke them up and, although they were rock hard, raced down to the dining hall for lunch dicks flapping against their bellies. Once again, nobody seemed to notice. Lunch consisted of two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, chips, fruit, 4% cottage cheese, whole milk and a quart of beer. Kurt found it interesting that none of this shocked him after only three other meals here. After eating all that, they ate another four scoops of ice cream with chocolate sauce on top. Joe told Kurt the pot was in the sandwiches instructing him to each that first. Joe took Kurt's hand after they finished and led him to a corner section of the big living area. They laid down again promptly falling asleep. Kurt stirred to Joe kissing him tenderly. When he opened his eyes, Joe quietly whispered, "Please, fuck me." Joe didn't have to ask twice. Joe handed Kurt some lube and Kurt fingered the waiting hole getting it nice and loose. Joe raised his legs over Kurt's shoulders and Kurt shoved his dick all the way in. Joe groaned with pleasure not at all intimidated by the forcefulness. Kurt didn't know what came over him. It must have been a lot of pent up frustration, but Kurt fucked him hard ramming his man cock up his hole. Joe was screaming at the top of his lungs in ecstasy. A small crowd gathered to watch, which only turned Kurt on more. Kurt was only interested in seeding Joe with his babies. The intensity of the moment made Kurt cum sooner than normal. Soon he could feel his cream beginning its journey up his piss shoot. Kurt pounded six huge blasts up Joe with the most intense orgasm he ever experienced. Joe shot an equally big load all over his belly. When it was over, Kurt laid down on top of Joe and kissed him with a tenderness he had never done before with any man. Kurt knew at that moment that he loved Joe. The crowd waddled away and they both fell asleep one more time. The men were awakened by a special ring tone. Joe grabbed Kurt quickly and said, "It is going to happen again tonight." "What is going to happen?" "Someone is going to be castrated. Come on. I'll help you through this." Kurt and Joe sprinted to the dining hall and every man was circled around the big room. Some were already crying, particularly the ones on the fat path. In the center of the room was an operating table with all the sterile instruments and medications ready for the procedure. A man in a lab coat came into the room. He shouted out, "Number 20!" From the other side of the room, Kurt saw a man collapse to his knees and scream, "Noooooooooooo!." Two big goons were on him in an instant and dragged him over to the table. Surprisingly, these guys got him strapped down in no time with little resistance, just the piercing scream. Kurt would never be able to completely get that scream out of his head the rest of his life. Joe held onto Kurt tight. He knew this was going to be traumatic. The scene all happened very fast. The "doctor" numbed the area with a local anesthetic, he sliced open each nut sack, he pulled the testicles out for display, and matter-of-factly snipped them off. He placed them on a sterile tray and a man took them to the kitchen. The doctor then stitched the wound up, placed some bandages on it and medicine. By this point, the man had stopped crying. He was completely defeated. Kurt had never seen such a devastated look on a person in his life. Tears were streaming down Kurt's cheeks. The goons lifted the new eunuch off the gurney and sat him in the middle of the room. Within minutes, the spaghetti plate was brought to him. He slowly began to eat the entire plate. He didn't know which meatballs contained his testicles. Kurt was sure that the man ultimately knew. He didn't let on. Each man in the room was forced to watch the whole meal. Over the loudspeaker came an order: "Slave 20, lay down on the floor face up. Top slaves #62, #48, #29, #87, #15, #72, #30, #45, #61, and #80. Stand around Slave 20, masturbate and cum on the former man. This is to let it know it is no longer capable of such pleasure, since it is no longer a man, it is a nothing." Kurt was number 87 so he left Joe immediately standing over Slave 20. Kurt noticed that each of the slaves called were on the muscle track and they all had their body hair. He deduced that this must mean that top slaves will not lose their hair. Kurt did not struggle with the order to ejaculate because he was an exhibitionist and he still had much of that "fuck 'em and forget 'em" attitude in him. He was able to fantasize that this was one of the countless bottoms he had treated as dirt. Kurt got significantly into the mental twisting in his head. So much so that the moment he came, he realized what he had created in his head. He rushed back to Joe holding him tight, but not saying why. Kurt no longer liked that part of himself and he wanted Joe to take it away from him forever. The loudspeaker bellowed again after everyone shot their man load on the eunuch: "Very good, top slaves. Now Slave 20, you will leave that cum on your body until further notice. You are not allowed to shower. We want to make it clear to you that you no longer have the capability to function as a male. The dried, smelly cum will remind you constantly of your former self." Only after the former man experienced the castration, dinner and the loads on his body, did his friends come up to comfort him. He cried like a baby while the rest of the slaves ate in silence. What a horrible display of inhumanity followed by humanity. That night Kurt cried himself to sleep in Joe's arms. Kurt was crying not for being a slave, but because he now understood his own cruelty to others in the past. Kurt knew that Joe was the most wonderful man in the world to care more about Kurt's upset than his own. Kurt was amazed that he found the man of his dreams in such an awful place. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com