Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 14:21:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: richard taillon <rimicque@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Steve's farm 6

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Steve's farm 6

I'm back from a shopping trip for some new whips for Boris and a new
harness Marco wanted for Smack that would be adapted to its body. It's been
three weeks now since the new ponyboys arrived. I've been concentrating on
my dogboy, training it daily; and it has made a lot of progress. As I open
the door, Yang runs to greet me on all four, wagging its tail and starts to
sniff and lick my crotch with its enlarged tongue.

- SIT boy.

Immediately it takes the position, sitting with its front paws in the air,
its tongue out drooling, begging to be fed. I take a piece of food from a
bag I always carry, and put it on my hand. Yang devours the food, licking
my whole hand clean, while wagging its tail to thank me. I give it a few
more bits to show I'm pleased.

Yang is responding well to its daily training, it's able to move on all
four with ease and speed. Licking everything presented to it. Fetching all
the balls and sticks I throw. Panting and drooling like an animal. It looks
great in its neoprene suit, similar to a large black Labrador. Its large
balls are now hanging much lower. Yang is almost horny all the time, its
red cock head poking out of the foreskin. The only way it can cum is to
hump my leg or a cushion until I gave it my permission. With daily
hypnosis, it can't resist but obey all my orders, depending on me for all
its needs. The reality is that it is conscious of what it has become but
can't resist doing it. The proud young entrepreneur is reduced to an
obedient dog eager to satisfy me.

It's getting ready to meet other dogboys and prove it's an alpha, making
them submit to its will through intimidating physique and dominating
force. When Marco removes its dog suit to clean it, I make it exercise all
its muscles. The special workout program helps mold its body into the
perfect dogboy: Strengthening its front and back paws, increasing the size
of its pecs and narrowing its waist with a nice six pack. I play with its
tits while I look at the TV, it moans with pleasure closing its eyes. The
tits used to be tiny, but they now are as big as my small fingers.

- WOOF, WOOF

- Yang needs to pee?

- WOOF

- Yang wants to shit?

- WOOF WOOF.

- Sit! Wait till I get your leash.

I get its leash and hook it to its wide studded collar. Its name is
prominently written in large and wide letters in front. I open the door
holding the leash tight to my right. Yang follows me outside on all four
keeping with my pace. I take it to a pole a few feet from the house. When
we reach it, Yang lifts one back leg and starts to piss. When the flow
stops, I make it squat over a hole nearby and allow it to defecate. How
demeaning it must be for the former man to have to do that in front of me
and wait until I swipe it clean. I pull it again beside me and walk to the
clinic to see what is happening to Split. It's been a week since the doctor
went to collect it. Ralf has been working on it since then.

- How is it going, doc? (As we talk, the dog sniffs and licks his crotch)

-Splendid! I see that your dogboy is learning fast.

- Stop, Yang. Sit. See how horny it is. Its red head leaking. You really
did a good job with its low hanging balls.

- It really responded well to its training. Your daily work paid off. You
can measure up to your Russian friend with your dogboy. Remember how
impressed we were when we saw it.

- Yes, that's what gave me the idea and I don't regret it a minute even
though it takes a lot of time and effort. Apart from seeing the results
fast, I got a nice hole ready to fuck as much as I want. Yang show how much
you appreciate having your ass plugged by your Master.

Yang wags its tail and licks my hand. I give the forever hungry dogboy a
piece of meat.

- It seems it would do anything for a treat.

- True, I give it just enough to keep it fit but not sufficiently to fill
its craving, specially today when I was gone for some time. It had to wait
and hold its piss and shit also. So understandingly, it was very happy to
hear me back. What are you up to with Split?

- I'm still on working on this case.

- I've been too busy to hear your updates. So, what happened when you
collected Dan/Split?

- Just as you said, Dan was waiting for me in a hotel room. After it opened
the door and let me in, it handed me an envelope full of cash, with a
letter:



- As ordered by Master, this is the money i got from selling all my
belonging. The only thing left is the clothes I'm wearing. I shaved my body
from head to toe, cut my nails very short and had three douches.



-Good. Strip naked! That's it. Put everything in a bag, rings, watch,
chains. Dan is gone forever. It is Split, its mind and body are Steve's
property. Split, SHOW.



As it was standing looking straight ahead, I had a good look and started to
inspect every single detail of its body. As it stayed still without moving
an inch, I looked at its perfect white teeth, the dentist had done a
splendid job of restoration: such a pity to remove the molars again. I
pinched the tits and played with them, pulling and twisting. Still it
didn't move. I took hold of the balls, squeezing the sensitive gonads real
hard. I heard a moan but no physical reaction. I even put a finger or two
in its hole but to no avail. It didn't let go its posture.

I ordered it - Boy go on your knees and suck my cock.

Split complied quickly and started to work on my cock quite eagerly and
didn't stop until I came. I noticed the pony was quite skillful in its oral
service: maybe it has had some practice during its escape. After that, I
took a nap while Spit waited on its knees beside the bed. I just had to get
it discreetly in my trunk during the night.

- It's been here now for a week, I promised you I would let you have your
way with Split if it came back with your help. So, what terribly wicked
things have you done with it?

- First, I did the regular stuff, nose ring like the Brutus one, tit rings
and PA. Next, I removed all of its teeth to improve its blow jobs
technique. To make it more fun, I actually demand it to beg every time I
extract a tooth. If I don't think it's making the effort, I'd make sure the
extraction would be... Less pleasant, shall we say. I then did a little
operation on its voice box by letting the air bypass the voice chords,
which makes it mute for the time being: this could be reversed if one day
you wish it to talk again. I also opened a new aperture that improves its
oral service since now it did not need its mouth or nose to breathe, it can
suck and deep throat without any need to pause. The air hole also can
provide additional air when it runs: it may well give it an edge in future
races. It's resting now, after I spent some long hours training it to use
its new hole to get additional air. When its ready for more transformation,
I'm planning to do more aesthetic additions to the tongue, the cock and the
balls.

- That sounds fantastic. I never thought that this boy, once a good friend
of mine, would be reduced to just an object voluntarily? Life is full of
surprise. And to give you carte blanche! But it is its fault, he it hadn't
run away, I'm force to take extreme measures.

- You were too nice to Split. Now it has to pay dearly.

- I can't see it. Where is it?

- Its in the toilet, waiting for my piss.

As I open the toilet room, I see Split kneeling in one corner, sitting on
its legs. Its PA locked to the floor and its nose ring tied to a chain
above its head. An O ring keeps its mouth wide open. Its arms are tightly
bounded near the elbows, pushing them back but leaving its two hands
free. One is holding some toilet paper and the other a soap.

- You see Steve, it's very practical, during the day it's just a urinal and
at night it becomes my cum dump.

- How did you manage to make it stay like that all day?

- There are many sensors checking if its moving. Whenever it does, it sends
a painful electric shock in the metallic probe inserted in its ass. There
are also tiny electric pads placed around its body, so when certain muscle
tenses up there will be electric shots to ensure it won't get a prolonged
spasm. I've trained it to endure such shocks without moving its body: It
won't even bat an eye now.

- You are sure it will drink my piss?

- Be my guest. It won't even let a drop fall. It knows it will be severely
punished.

I take out my cock and stick it in the mouth hole. Once I let out the flow,
I see the throat swallowing my copious liquid till the end. I take a look
at my former friend and I can see a drop at the corner of its eyes. How
much lower can it go?

- YANG COME HERE BOY. Say hello to your old competitor.

Yang comes in the toilet and starts sniffing and licking the poor boy who
cant stay still,making a loud noise. Ralf is witnessing the whole scene
says:

- Don't worry, its normal, it just got shocked because it moved: although
that's not really its fault. It will have to learn to focus on not moving
and forget all distractions.

- These two are too much. Remember what they once were. And now a fucking
dog and a urinal.

- The worst is they know it but can't do anything about it.

- So, Doc? What are your plans for Split?

- This urinal thing with the sensors made me think I could turn it into any
object and make it keep the posture for hours.

- Sounds amazing! Can you really do that?

- But first I want to change its body to make it more flexible. It needs to
have lean muscles with no fat, a bit like a trapeze artist. I'll put it on
a special diet and exercises with a lot of stretching. What objects would
you fancy?

- A nice coffee table to put my legs in the evening. Yang would be curious
at first and lick it but once its used to it, there will be no
problem. I'll think about other things. What kind of decorations are you
thinking of doing?

- I want to work on the tongue to put some bumps on it to increase the
pleasure when its sucking. The gums are completely healed now and it gives
perfect blow jobs. I'm thinking of modifying the cock. I want to put small
studs all around the head and down all the way to the base. I will give it
an injection that will keep it hard all the time without any possibility of
release.

- What a wicked person? And the testicles?

- After I enlarge them, I will ring then separately with spikes sticking
out?

- It will be a sight to see! You know I have a tattoo friend who is
practicing on Brutus? Do you want him to help you with Split?

- Yeah! Do some design on the cock and balls. Is he good?

- You haven't seen what he has done yet?

- No. I'll be happy to check. Let's go. But first I have to pee again

Ralf goes into the toilet where the poor Split will have to take more
piss. I pull on Yang's leash and take it outside, call Marco to tell him to
bring the doggy inside and put it in its cage for the rest of the day. When
Ralph comes to join me, we go at the back of the barn where Brutus is
working as usual turning the big wheel round and round, providing enough
energy for the barn and the big hall. Its shacked hands holding the shaft
with a disciplined and incessant movement, its muscles bulging from the
strenuous effort. The mud mixed with its piss and feces cover its body from
head to toe. The smell is overwhelming. I put on a pair of rubber gloves
and unchain Brutus, leading it by its big nose ring to a water hose to
clean it with cold water. I scrub it with a rough brush to remove all the
dirt. It doesn't even move an inch, it's used to be manhandled and jerked
around. When I'm finished washing it, we can see the body hiding under all
the slime, Ralf exclaimed:

- Wow! It's gotten so big. It looks like a real farm animal! Just hard
muscles from neck to calf. Nothing left from the former man. It looks so
stupid. Its eyes empty with no sign of intelligence.

- Yeah. It's so dumb now. It only obeys reflexively without thinking. Doing
exactly what I tell it to do. Can you see what the tattoo artist has done?

- It's spectacular. What a bright idea: a big python coming out of its
anus, going around its waist in the front and turns back again, moving up
over its shoulder and finally its head sticking down to bite on the left
tit. And it looks so real, you can almost see the snake moving, such vivid
colors. Its fork tongue strikes the tip of Brutus' big, meaty tit.

- It took ages to do and the brute had to endured endless hours. But it
didn't even bat an eye. It's so used to pain that is has no reaction. Try
it.

Ralf takes a hold of its balls and squeeze them.

- You see! Don't worry. Pull them down and put more pressure.

- True. No sounds or a small twitch, as if it doesn't feel anything.

- It's been beaten, whipped, shocked, and clamped everyday since its
arrival. The torture just became part of its routine. Continue hurting its
balls while I make it cum. That's it. The harder you beat it, the bigger
its cock grows. Harder!

-It's cumming! Ralf says in disbelief.

-You can continue hurting after it came, it won't bulge. I'll tell the
tattoo artist you liked his work.

- Very much. I think it would be a good idea to ink Split. I wonder how
much I could do.

- Don't worry. I told you that you have a carte blanche.

- Well thanks. The work on Brutus opened my eyes and made me think about
new ways to work on Split. Maybe I'll do some erotic designs all over its
body, even its face. I can't wait: it's so exciting just to think about the
possibilities! Can you get in touch with him so that I can discuss what
possibilities are available.

- No problem. I'll give you his email. He is always open to new
project. The wilder, the better. Split could become a living canvass: we
can cover the tattoos with darker ones over and over, until all its skin is
inked. After we use it for our pleasure, I could advertise to find a buyer
interested in having such a fully-tattooed original object in his home:
maybe we can even charge more for its novelty. Worst comes to it, we will
ink it all black from head to toe. Now that it's trained to stay still for
hours, that's one more valuable feature.

After I return Brutus to its work pushing the wheel, I go to the barn to
inspect Marco and his ponyboy Smack to see if its making any progress in
the dressage for the next contest. I find both in the central alley. Smack
is holding the SHOW position. Its knees bent at 45 degrees, its hands on
the side, the back straight, head pushed back by the high collar, eyes
staring straight ahead.

- What's up Marco? Having any trouble with your ponyboy?

- It's coming nicely, Boss. Look how well it's staying in the posture.

- How long can it stay now?

- As long as I wish. It knows it will taste my nasty whip if it ever tries
to change its stance.

- You did a good job. It is a challenge to train this pony. I've looked up
its former name on the internet to gather some information about it: it's a
pretty smart boy. Its secret kink of to becoming a submissive dogboy didn't
prevent it to have an acclaimed academic life. Be careful to keep it in
line, or it will try to show its superiority in some subtle ways.

- Yes Boss. It's so true. At the beginning, whenever I turned my back, it
would slack or change its posture to relax, believing I was foolish enough
not to notice. It knows now that I always have a cam recording its every
move. It has paid dearly for its mishaps. Last week, it was limping in the
morning, so I was worry and went to the Doc to find out what was wrong. In
fact, there was nothing at all and it was in perfect condition, just trying
to feign. A few minutes after, it was in the punishment room... Now I'm
sure it won't forget the hours it spent there suffering from the electric
shocks on its balls: I almost fried those, Boss. Since then it's been much
more obedient and eager to follow my orders.

- You're becoming an excellent trainer, Marco. It's body is also
improving. (I feel the pony all over) The ass is very firm and its six pack
is now prominently visible. The pecs are more defined. Splendid work. It
will make an attractive show boy. What are your plans for the coming weeks?

- Teach it more about dressage: Holding position on one leg. Prancing
around knees high. Moving to the rhythm.

- You seemed to be enjoying yourself in the evening. I've seen you on my
monitor.

- Hey Boss. No privacy for us? Well if it makes you happy, let it be. When
it's pushed over a bar, its mouth and asshole available, Smack can take my
cock all the way now without choking, such a nice wet hole to fuck. Then
when my pole is dripping, I move back and push into its hungry ass
hole. Smack is an expert now at pleasuring me by squeezing my cock until I
unload my jism.

- It's transferring its intellectual abilities into its body
performances. Good job in harnessing its perfectionism for your use. I'm
sure you will win many prizes with that ponyboy. You probably should let it
relax, its sweating profusely.

- Yes Boss. Relax boy, lets go to the exercise room.

That's such a nice sight. The ponyboy walking knees high behind its
trainer. Marco's body has improved a lot as well,he is more muscular and
masculine. I'm going to fuck him real hard tonight when he comes
home. Cool! Two available holes. I won't have any trouble sleeping after
that. As I go out of the barn, I hear the sound of the whip in the air and
ringing bells. The cart pulled by the two ponyboys with Boris standing
urging them to go faster come crashing in the yard. Boris pulls hard on the
reigns to stop the cart but the ponyboys continue to run at a slow pace
sweating and catching their breath. The two tall ponies are like two side
of the same coin. One pitch black, the other white. But with the same
built, huge legs and ass, firm pecs and arms, small bells hanging from
their tits. Both their manes have been braided in the same fashion. As
Boris goes down from the seat, I ask him:

- Can I ride them, if they are not too worn out?

He replies with its low voice and thick Russian accent.

- No problem, Sir. My boys are always ready for use. You will see. Just
take the reigns and the whip.

As soon as I sit and hold the reigns, the ponyboys stand upright and stamp
the ground with their high boots. I just nudge the reigns and off they go
trotting in sync. A gentle pull on the left and they turn instantly. It's
like driving a car. I lead them on the trail and they continue effortlessly
on the flat land and up the hill. I can see their muscles straining on
their legs and arms. Their bodies glistening with sweat. And they keep
going on.

On the way back, I hit their ass with lash of the whip once. They run
faster. I can hear their breathing loudly. I hit them again twice. They are
now pulling and running like crazy until I pull on the reigns hard once we
get to the yard. They stop the cart so forcefully, which almost throws me
out of my seat. Like before they continue running at a slower pace to
recover. Boris looks at me laughing when I go down.

- Be careful when you pull on the reigns, they obey to the slightest moves
so if you pull hard, they react right away.

- Good to know, Next time I'll be ready. Tell me Boris, they never stop
running?

- No Sir. They are not allowed to rest completely. Only when they eat and
shit. Once I take off their tackles, they can lie down and relax in their
stall.

- You let them sleep together?

- Yes, Sir, but they keep their boots all night and their arms are bind in
the back.

- You allow them to fuck each other?

- Only when I'm not using them for my own pleasure.

- You use both at the same time?

- It depends. If I'm in the mood Sir. You don't mind?

- As long as they perform well. I can't object your training method. And
you also need to have fun,Boris.

This is the last part of Steve's farm. It could come back if I get fresh
ideas, Thanks to my readers for their interest.