Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 01:48:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: richard taillon <rimicque@yahoo.ca>
Subject: chapter 5 of Steve's farm

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Steve's Farm
Chapter 5

I'm surprised by Dan's unexpected email. In his email, despite his plea of
return, he is still accusing me of his misery: Apparently, he has not
learned to truly submit as a pony boy. I hit the reply button.

- I got your email. Let me be clear. I don't want Dan anymore. I want
Split, the ponyboy I trained and gained results: a strong body, an
excellent racer and, a good companion for Blacky. The situation here has
changed a lot. I have a new Russian trainer and a new ponyboy, the black
one you defeated in the race. If Split wants to come back, it will be on my
terms, without any conditions. Let Dan sever all ties with his past and let
Split surrender.

Master Steve

Now I can concentrate on my new boy while Boris takes care of Blacky and
Yin, the acquisition. I'm sure Marco will do a good job with Smack, the
China boy. I'll check on them later. Yang is laying on the ground naked
still under the drug so that I can inspect its body from head to toe. It's
a nice tall specimen, a hairy redhead with milky white skin dotted with sun
freckles (It won't see much of the sunshine from now on, I decided). Its
clipped hair, well-maintained beard and mustache give it a rugged masculine
look. There's a real alpha man. Too bad it will soon become something
completely different.  Yang's chiseled muscles show signs of regular
workouts: pronounced pecs and abs, solid biceps, triceps, and legs. It's
muscular but , just a wiry, hard body. I flipped it to check its ass hole:
Really tight as I noticed before. I push in with one finger, and I can feel
the squeezing pressure of the rectum: It will be easy for Yang to hold a
nice dogtail in its hole. I turn it again on its back. I see that the cock
is uncut, so I begin to play with it to find out how big it can get. Not
bad, medium size in length but thick with a large plum-sized head. I'm
surprised it doesn't have a PA like Yin, now its former partner: this needs
to be fixed soon. The average-size balls are high against its cock: I will
need them to be pulled down. I'll discuss with Ralf about the
modifications. I'm sure he will go overboard as usual, but there is real
work to be done on Yang.  After I measure its head features, I encase the
head with a tight, heavy duty hood that blocks all sounds and light, with
only a small breathing hole next to the nostrils and a penis-shaped gag
with a feeding tube. I manacle its hands and feet with leather
restraints. Marco and I carry it in a large case, and I plug its ass and
put on a catheter. That way it won't mess things up. From time to time,
Marco empties its bowels. He told me that when he came, Yang started to
struggle in the case, trying to escape but most of the time it is quiet,
probably contemplating its new state of being.  In the meanwhile, I need
time to create a special program for Yang's training. I've been reading
books and surfing the internet about brainwashing and hypnotism. I want to
change Yang from an alpha male into an obedient dogboy; I write to the
Russian interpreter if he could send me more literature on the subject. As
it turns out, he is more than happy to help me, and he says he will also
inform his boss. I soon receive a lot of information, with specially
air-delivered videotapes that document how the Russian dogboy was
processed. After I play the videos, I understand why it was so submissive.
The central piece of training instrument is a special body box, which I
worked on all day. The box is made of solid wood panels on four sides, with
the bottom doubled for reinforcement. I install four wheels so the box can
be easily moved around. I cut the legs of a metal chair to 6 inches and
screw the chair to the bottom of the box; then I replace the seat with a
padded toilet seat. The two-part top is removable with a hole for the head
with hinges to lock them together. I have calculated the height the boy can
sit comfortably with its head sticking out at the right height to be
locked. The next day, I ask Marco to help me install Yang in the box. The
tall dogboy struggles a lot before we are done. With the hood and the
restraints, it's hard for it to do anything anyway. We open the back panel
and push the boy on the seat and close the top around its neck. I tie its
legs to the sides since it is tall they almost touch the edge of the
box. Then I tie its wrists to the side at the back. Marco removes the plug
and puts a pot under the open seat, then moves the catheter under it and
locks the back panel. Yang is now sitting quite comfortably, its head
hooded, mouth gagged, free from any external sound or light. Its limbs are
all immobilized, enough to weaken its will of resistance but not so tight
as to restrain the circulation, since it will stay in this position for
quite some time.  I remove two plugs in the hood next to its ears and
install the headphones. Yang will be in complete silence for hours and
hours to come. Just as it is desperate for any outside stimulation, it will
begin to hear a pre-recorded hypnosis program drilling into its brain that
is crazing for any information. YOU ARE YANG. YANG IS A DOG. THIS IS THE
DOG MASTER'S VOICE, over and over. As Yang begins to accept its new
identity and associate my voice with the concept of "Master," the recording
changes: YANG NEEDS TO OBEY MASTER.....  After a while: YANG OBEYS ITS
MASTER....YANG IS A DOG......The recording runs on a loop that repeats for
hours without stopping, drilling its new identity deep into its head,
filling its mind, washing away its resistance.  Marco feeds it water to
keep Yang from dehydrating, emptying the catheter and the pot under its
asshole without touching it. It's left alone in this brainwashing program
hours after hours until hours turn into days, and its mind filled with only
my words.  I ask Ralph to visit the ranch and look at my new captive. He
drives to the farm almost right away.  - Where is the boy?  - It's in the
box in the corner, can't you see its head?  - I thought it was just a hood
lying on the top of a box.  - The dog is encased inside, and it can't see
or hear anything. It's in a different world now, listening to my words. You
remember the red hair trainer that almost beat me in the race?  - Yes, it
was quite a team... Wait, that's the boy? My, my! Did you really catch both
of them?  - Yup! The pony is being trained by the Russian, and for this
one, I want to change it into a dogboy. It used to be a very successful
businessman and a proud alpha male. But I want to reduce it to a muscle dog
that will lick anything I order it to without any thought of its own.  - Do
you have some interesting modifications in mind? You know I'm open to any
idea, right?  - Not yet, but since it's uncut, I want you to tattoo its big
cock head into raging red, so that when it comes out of the foreskin,
anyone will spot it right away. Also, I want its balls to hang lower
between its legs.  - Interesting, why don't you elongate its tongue, making
it stick out all the time, like a real dog.  -That would be nice, that will
help it to lick well.  - Fantastic! I have to take care of your new
ponyboys. They come in teams now! Can you ask Marco and Boris to bring them
to my clinic? I'll do the standard procedure: nipple and gland rings,
replacing their molars with the permanent bit and the welded cinch for the
genitals. Do you want the toenails removed now?  - Since the ponies are at
the clinic, do that as well. We will wait for the dogboy until I decide
what I want.

I study various online and printed catalogs to see gears designed for
dogboys, and I discover plenty that piques my interest. I'm planning to buy
a bodysuit that completely wraps its torso, legs, and arms, with additional
head hood and paw mittens. What breed of dog will fit the personality that
Yang would be molded? Yang is a tall boy with a strong, masculine
character, so it will become an aggressive, dominant muscle dog submitting
only to its master.  Three days in a row, Yang have no any contact with the
outside world. In complete darkness, the only sound being my hypnotic voice
filling its brain. No food, just water. I take the microphone and talk to
Yang directly through its earphones.  - This is your Master speaking; you
need to obey my voice, you are my dog now. Are you going to obey your
master? Nod if you will.  I see its head shaking a bit. The boy must be
surprised to have direct contact.  - Nod if you are going to obey exactly
what I tell you. That's it. Now I am going to remove your gag. You are not
allowed to talk. If you do, the gag is going right back and I will leave
you alone here for who knows how much longer. Understand, dog?  It nods
again and I take out the gag with the tube. It breaths through the mouth
for the first time in days and moves its tongue, licking its lips.  - Now
you must do exactly what I say. Or you will lose that little freedom I
allow you to have for now.  Open mouth, wider! Stick out the
tongue. Good. Tongue in. Mouth shut. Lick teeth. Stop.  I'm going to feed
you some food, but you must follow orders precisely. Open mouth, stick out
the tongue.  I put a small piece of beef on the tongue.  - Tongue in. Close
mouth. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I didn't tell you to swallow! The gag is going
back, maybe it will teach you a lesson, so next time you will follow
orders.  I suddenly punch its face with my full strength and it cries out
in pain. I force the gag in its open mouth again and turn off my
microphone. I roll it back in a bedroom, leaving it to listen to my
brainwashing program. It must be very hungry by now. That small piece only
woke up its stomach.  A few hours later, I roll it back to the living room
and start the operation again. This time, I will be careful not to use
personal pronouns so Yang would remain in a hypnotic status without waking
up its suppressed ego. I take off the gag.  - This is Yang's master
speaking; Yang needs to obey, Yang is my dog.  Yang, open mouth, Yang,
stick out the tongue (I put a small piece of beef on it) Yang, tongue in,
Yang, close mouth; Yang stay. (I intentionally wait for a few minutes, and
the dog remains still) Yang, open mouth, Yang, stick out tongue. (I see the
beef is still there) Yang tongue in, Yang tongue out,
In. Out. In. Chew. Swallow Good dog!

I repeat the practice many times to help it regain some strength, after
being immobilized for a long time, relying only on water. Then I gag it
again and roll it back. From now on, Yang will only be handfed by me: this
will make it learn its dependence on me, making it more obedient to me.  I
take it to the next step by playing another hypnotizing program.  - Listen
to Master. Dog needs to earn its food. Dog cannot talk. Dog can only
bark. Dog barks, then Master feeds dog.  After a few hours of conditioning,
I took the gag out and turned off the recording.  - Listen to Master. Dog
needs to earn its food. Dog needs to bark. Now! No! Not like that, dog is
not a Chihuahua, its a big dog, bark like one.  I let it bark for some
minutes. When I'm satisfied with its baritonal howls, I fed it again.  It's
time for me to have some fun. I insert a ring gag into its obediently open
mouth; then I kneel on the box. Its mouth is now stretched wide open by the
gag. I stick my cock inside, push in a little, play with its tongue,
filling the wet hole completely as I get hard. I use it for some minutes
before I go deeper, making it gag. It needs more training. I ignore its
miserable choking and keep on pumping. Finally, I shoot my load. Feels
great to fuck its mouth after all the planning and work finally.  I remove
the gag and feed it again. Every time it pleases me, I will feed it. It
will learn the lesson.  The next day, I remove the hood, leaving only a
thick leather blindfold. Its mouth is now well trained. It opens, sticks
out tongue, licks, swallows, and shuts: all on command. I think it's time
to take it out of the box for more behavioral training.  Marco brought in a
hefty package that contains four sets of made-to-measure dog suits
specially commissioned by me. The first two sets are identical. Made of
neoprene, they are easy to care and good for daily training. The second
suit is a tight rubber one, which is much thicker than the ones normally
available on the market. It is vividly colored and can be high shined for
an impressive presentation. The third suit is made of luxurious leather,
which is thick but incredibly soft, so it won't hinder the dog's movement:
after some wearing, it will be molded into a second skin to the dog. I tell
Marco to study the instructions of these suits carefully so he can take
good care of these meticulously crafted suits. Once Yang finishes its
initial training, he will need to make sure it is always enclosed in one of
the suits except for its daily cleaning time.  Just as Marco leaves, Ralf
comes in and helps me to put Yang into the neoprene suit once it's carried
out of the box. After so much time in the box, it's very weak, so it's easy
for us to handle. The body suit completely wraps its body tightly from neck
to toes, highlighting its inviting musculature, with convenient openings at
the crotch, the asshole, the tits for easy access. We insert a tail plug
and lock the paw mitts on its hands. There are special straps to fold the
calves to the thighs, but it's not the time to use them. Its' not strong
enough to go on all fours, so I decide to send it to the doctor's clinic
for some minor modifications on the cock, balls, and the tongue. Ralph
drugs it and takes it away. I remind him to remove all its hair except a
small patch over its cock and on its head to remind me of its original red
color. When Yang comes back, it will be able to stand on all fours and
start its real training as an obedient doggy.  At the end of the day, I go
to the clinic to check on Yang. It is lying naked on the metal operating
table.  - Hi, Ralf! How is it going?  - Good. You can see that Yang is not
restrained because I gave it a paralyzing potion. It's awake, and it can
feel everything as you can see its eyes are wide open: it just cannot move
an inch. I just finished tattooing its cock. I pinned its foreskin to
uncover the gland, it's now flaming red as you asked.  - Good! Each time
its horny, we will be able to see the big head poking out of its
foreskin. What about the balls and the tongue?  - I installed a wide
two-part metal band pushing the balls out. There's a screw so you can
increase the gap between the two ends each day, forcing the balls to move
down further. After a few months, once you remove it you will get naturally
low hang balls.  - That's cool! You really did a great job as usual. I'm
eager to put it on all four with its balls hanging low and its hard cock
protruding with the red head.  - I'm now working on the tongue. I've
injected a special hormone that will stimulate the tissue growth in its
tongue. Once it arrived here, I pulled the tongue out as much as I could
with pliers and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. When you
get it back, you should do the same daily maybe when in the cage at
night. Mix this compounded powder into the dog's meals: it contains several
potent drugs. One stimulates tongue and ball sack growth, and another helps
the dog to be more focused on your training. The intellect of the dog brain
will not be affected, but one side effect of the compound will make it more
susceptible to hypnotic suggestions.  - That's a wonderful side effect! I
cannot wait to train it to lap and drool like an animal.  - Do you want
anything else done? I have to go. I'll come back tomorrow. I gave it enough
anesthetic to keep it in this paralyzed state until tomorrow morning.  -
Thank you for all your work. We will bring it back to my house then.  After
Ralf left, I admire the body of my doggy boy. Its strong body would have
made it a nice ponyboy, but I've already had three living in the stable
now. Feeling its body with my hands, I begin to plan how I'll transform
it. Its skin will go back to pale white, no more sun and blemishes. I'll
work on its legs and arms to make them robust enough to walk on all
fours. A thinner waist and larger tits... And I remember it's time for its
daily hypnotic sessions.  - Listen to Master's voice. I want Yang to feel
better. Just listen to my voice and relax. I know the doctor gave Yang a
lot of pain. But those are for Yang's benefits. Yang needs to listen to my
voice. Because Yang wants to feel better. Listen to my voice and
relax. Yang is getting ready... its eyes are becoming heavier and
heavier... Just relax and listen to my voice.  After a few minutes, its
eyes close and I begin to modify its mind.  - LISTEN TO MASTER'S
VOICE. YANG IS A PUPPY BOY. YANG NEED TO OBEY. MORE AND MORE. YANG LIKES TO
OBEY. IT MAKES YANG FEEL GOOD. SO GOOD. LISTEN TO MY VOICE.

I spend a long hour repeating these words over and over again. Then I leave
Yang in a daze, hearing my recorded voice. I decide to take a break and
walk toward the barn. I come across Marco coming out.  - Have you started
you training with Smack?  - Not yet, Boss. I just took it out of the
punishment room. It took a few days to learn to obey my every order and
keep quiet. It's not used to pain, so I've taught it some heavy
lessons. But it's very stubborn.  - Be careful with this one. It's a smart
researcher before its enslavement, and it will try to trick you. That's why
I called it Smack: it can be a smart ass, which needs heavy smacking. Don't
slack on this one, ever. You will have to punish it every step it
takes. Blacky is naturally submissive, but this one likes to pretend to be
a good boy. It will be hard to break it down and truly make it
surrender. It's the same as training a cunning animal: if you are not
strong enough, it takes over.  - Yes, Boss, thank you for the reminder. It
helped that the Doc worked on it. I asked him to shave it completely apart
from its head mane. The Doc then pulled off its back molars and toe nails,
insert a PA, and ringed its nose and tits with some thick ones. All that
and the punishment room made it understand its new status as a low
animal. I think it's ready to start its pony show training.  - Show me how
it looks now.  We walk into Smack's stall, its waiting there, tethered by a
big nose ring that obscenely stretched its now deformed nostrils. It's now
smooth body tightly hugged by a heavy-duty body harness, which highlights
other fresh piercings on its body. The back band of the harness goes from
the posture collar to the belt and the other one is lifting its chest just
under the new tit rings cinched to the back. The cock was folded back
between its booted legs.  - You see Boss, it's wearing a pair of very high
black boots, I cleaned its feet and the toes seems to be healing well.  -
Yes it will be painful for the pony at the beginning but it will get used
to it. Don't tie its PA yet to the ass plug until it fully heals. How big
is the plug?  - It was not a virgin hole so we went straight for a large
one. Doc chose a specially curved plug so it won't fall out. It will hold
the same kind of very long pony tail we got for Smack.  - The harness fits
very nicely. You need to pump the body more to get more definition. In
fact, you have to build up all its muscles to get a good show boy.  - Yes,
Boss I know that. I had that experience before with Blacky. I don't want to
be second next time in a show.  - I'm sure you can do it. You have good
material to work with. Look at its eyes. How Smack doesn't like it when we
discuss as if it's just a dumb animal. Are you planning to use it at night?
I don't mind if you do.  - Thank you Boss. Can I remove....  - Will discuss
that outside.  I don't want the smartass Smack to know too much about the
Masters' business.  -You are a trainer now, Marco. You control, train, and
use your ponyboy as you wish. The only thing that counts it the
result. Lets' have a closer look.  We go back to Smack's stall. It's still
standing there waiting, as if it has never moved. Tethered by the nose ring
and restrained by the heavy leather, it's not easy to change position
anyway. Marco walks closer to it and delivers an order: - Smack, stand
straight and proud, present body to Master Steve.  The ponyboy immediately
obeys by tightening its body. I am impressed by Marco's commanding
performance. He's much more confident now as a young man. Very different
from the street boy when I first adopted him. Having his own ponyboy
clearly helps him grow as a trainer and mature as a man. I unlock Smack's
PA from the plug and begin to feel the ponyboy's hairless body all over,
pointing to Marco the weak parts in need for some work in order to turn it
into a perfectly built ponyboy. I noticed that as I feel the pony, its cock
began to leak precum despite the clear irritation from the fresh PA.  - Are
you going to let it cum? It's leaking.  - Not, not at the beginning, it
should learn to focus on performing for me.  - Too bad, that cock seemed to
be made to fuck. You have to let it have some release for health reasons.
Marco smirks. I am again impressed by his growth.  - I will let it cum, but
only when I beat it up. It will begin to associate the release of its
sexual frustration with pain, and learn that pain is pleasure for it. Its
asshole is going to get a lot of action as well. I will pound it regularly
to show the fucking pony who its Trainer is: its goal in life from now on
is to satisfy my wishes and pleasure.  - Don't be afraid to use the hood,
the crop, and the whips, you will get faster results.  - Look at its back
and rumps, Boss, you will see the marks of my work.  I have noticed those
fresh marks but decide not to give Marco too much praise.  Marco speaks in
a lower volume as we walk out.  - Eventually, I want to condition my pony
into a "pain pig," that it can only get sexual release from every more
excruciating pain. Imagine my show pony shooting its jism when I whip its
back and ass... That can be a nice routine to impress our guests.  As we
talk I hear a loud voice coming from the yard, BYSTRO, BYSTRO, Blacky and
Yin rush into the barn, passing by us and going to their stall, where they
keep running in place. They are out of breath but continue to move. CRACK,
Boris comes in with a menacing bullwhip in hand. He says HELLO with his low
voice and continues towards the two panting ponyboys.  - Do they always
come running like that?  - Boris almost never lets them rest, if they are
not racing or training, they run in place. They get the taste of the whip
whenever they failed to do exactly as he orders. That whip must be nasty
because they seem to fear it a lot. Just the sound makes your skin crawl.
- The way they came in shows its very efficient. Why are they wet. Boris is
not using the new bathroom?  - Only for himself, Boss. He washes the
ponyboys only once a day outside with Brutus's hose. Only cold water and a
rough brush. Poor Yin was not used to arctic water and it howled like crazy
the first few times.  - What was he shouting?  - Not sure, I think it means
"faster" in Russian. At first I thought it was a French
restaurant. Anyways, all of his orders are in Russian, with the whip, they
sure learn fast. They would do anything to avoid pain.  - You should try it
yourself.  - Speak Russian to my ponyboy?  - No, silly boy, use a good
whip. They sleep in the same stall?  - Yes, he takes off the boots, the
horse tail plugs, and unhook their cocks. but he keeps the bit on and
theirs hands tied to the belt. He lets them sleep on the ground.  - So they
can fuck each other now?  - They do in the morning sometimes. Since they
are so exhausted by the end of the day, they fall asleep right away. He
doesn't let down all day, they really need to rest.  - Do you know who is
fucking who?  - Not sure, Boss, but I think Blacky is topping Yin. I think
Boris is using one or both during the night. He is very secretive, its hard
to know. Perhaps Boss, you could check the cams.  We go back to the house
and I tell Marco that he won't have to wear his chastity cage anymore since
he has proven he's a true trainer and a real man. He will have to keep on
doing his tasks naked inside and service me, however.  At the end of this
long day, I sip on wine while checking my emails. I got one from Dan -Split

Master Steve,

It humbly Master to reclaim Split as HIS property without any
conditions. It begs Master to accept its apologies for trying to run away
after all that Master had done for Split. Dan has already sold all the
belongings and transferred the money into a checking account. Dan also has
severed all ties to his previous life. The man called Dan is forever gone
and Split will give everything to its Master. Spit understands now that it
is a ponyboy and wishes to serve Master in any way HE wishes. Split will
wait for Master to collect it and instruct it on how to handle Dan's
account.

Your obedient ponyboy,

Split