Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:54:25 -0500
From: d.a. w <daw62@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Farm  Part 1a

The following is one of my older stories, but i still like it.  Part 1a
has never been published in quite this form, and actually i have never
finished this tale.  Perhaps if i get any reaction by posting it on
Nifty, i will finish the last two or three chapters.  (The last sentence
is a shameless plea for reader reaction at daw62@hotmail.com.


				 THE FARM

				  Part 1A


     As Andrew turned off the county road, and started down the lane to
Kevin's farm he first came to the gate.  Fifteen foot high fences, razor
wire tops, and a manned check point were all part of the gate system.
There was even a prison-like arrangement of two separate gates,
with one being closed before the other would be opened.  Andrew realized
that the prisoners worked in the fields that were not surrounded by
fences, but here next to the farm buildings, fences and a prison
existence of caged human animals was the existence the prison slaves
had.  He was, of course expected, and was passed through.

He did notice that the guards were an especially unsmiling, and didn't
seem to be too alert nor too bright.  Andrew decided to use one of his
professorial approaches to these creatures to establish his superiority.
He said to them , "You guards are great examples of  infandous guys."
He was careful to keep his tone light and pleasant, so that he could
enjoy his little joke because "infandous" meant "too odious for words."
or less politely it meant that you bunch of guards are the shittiest
piles of shit in history.    He smiled as he thought of how he had
insulted them, and the low life cretins didn't even know it.   One even
said "Thanks."  He received directions and drove through toward a barn
which was identified as "Barn 6."    He parked his car, and got out, just
in time to see Kevin come out of the barn.

     "Hi prof" Kevin said.  Kevin also was being careful to keep his tone
light and friendly.  He also smiled at his little joke as he also
realized that his self satisfied guest didn't suspect that his host's
tone disguised a hidden intent.   "I'm glad you called.  Every now and
then I think of those times you had me in your class.  Some times you
really made me sweat!   Now I can really these prisoners sweat.  I guess
I realize that having that power is pretty exciting."

 Kevin had become a real expert at reading men, and he detected the tiny
shift in the professor at the use of the words "sweat" and
"excitement."    Immediately Kevin dropped any ideas of spending the time
in the house going over the ledgers, and showing the relative costs of
prison labor, including all the costs of keeping, confining and guarding
them was less than a well documented analysis of the costs of using
machinery and hired free labor to do these same tasks.  Kevin knew the
professor wanted to see men sweating doing hard labor in chains, and
probably he probably wanted to really see them being degraded and
punished.  Kevin thought to himself, "So the prof wants to see guys being
used as slaves.  I'll give him a real show and see how he reacts."

 To Andrew Kevin said.  "I think the best way to show you the economics
is for you to have a good tour of all the ways we are using prisoners,
and everything that is involved in keeping them under control.   I also
thought you might be interested in seeing some of the off-budget
extra services that prisoners can provide for the farmer leasing them."
His careful but very subtle observation of the front of the professor's
slacks showed Kevin that indeed he was right.   The professor was into
male slavery.   "I wonder if the professor is the MASTER or the slave as
that little head between his legs dominates his brain." Kevin mused.

     All the time Kevin was thinking these thoughts, he was carrying on a
conversation with

Professor Warner about economics, and making a couple of additional
allusions to the college ECON course to see if what he believed to be
sadistic enjoyment of tormenting students was directed to him personally,
or whether he was just another in an almost anonymous stream of student
victims.   He decided he was just one of the crowd, and then couldn't
decide whether he was glad or angry not to be one especially selected for
attention.  By the time the conversation had arrived at this point, Kevin
and Andrew had also arrived at the door into Barn 6.  Kevin opened the
door, and gestured for Andrew to proceed into the barn.

     Andrew was so excited smelling and looking that he did not detect
any edge to Kevin's voice, nor wonder about what Kevin really wanted to
know through his questions and comments about that economics class so
long ago. Therefore after he accepted as his due the deference in
allowing him to go into the barn first,  Andrew took a couple of minutes
to accustom himself to the darkness of the barn, and then stared in
shock, and considerable sexual stimulation.



The barn wasn't for farm animals in the normal sense but human prisoner
slave animals.  Down one wall were stalls, and in each was a naked
slave...except for the harness.  Their heads were in a sort of leather
mask that had a bit as a part of it, an elongated snout, and rings and
attachments for other standard horse harness attachments.  The human
ponies had their arms from their elbows down, including a mitt over the
hands in a sort of leather tube which was in turn attached to a very
thick leather belt around their waists, These ponies had no use of their
hands.  That was clear.

Andrew's cock responded with pre-cum and hardness.  He couldn't help
himself.  He had dreamed of either driving or being a human pony for
years..   Now here a dozen were, right in front of him.  As he went
closer, he saw that these ponies had tails attached to the belt which
also held their hands useless.  Their feet were in boots which were
constructed to look to hooves, and were complete with a horseshoe.   All
the ponies were attached by halters to a very sturdy looking bolt in the
wall, and so had to stand facing toward the center of the barn.  "You
like my special ponies?" Kevin asked.

   It was a rhetorical question since Andrew couldn't stop himself and
was doing a

vigorous crotch rub as Kevin asked the question.  "You might remember
that in school I talked about racing horses.  Now there is a circuit in
which many of us farmers with slave power use some slaves as harness
ponies and have races with them on our private tracks.  Would you like to
take one of them out for a spin?

You know it is a lot more fun to race looking at these pony's butts in
front of you than a real horse's ass, and whipping that ass to get some
speed is even more fun too.   Then we all also use the pepper stick at
the end of the race."   Andrew must have looked confused because Kevin
went over and picked up a thick dowel rod which ended in a classic
phallus.  "We put a mixture of pepper and Ben Gay on the prick end of
this stick, and jam it up the pony's ass, "   Kevin said.   "You should
see how that combination really inspires the pony to run like hell to try
to get that thing out of its ass."  Andrew was almost literally drooling
from his mouth as well as his cock by this point.   "Yes," he said, "I
think I might like to try one of these ponies out."

     Kevin turned, and suddenly Andrew noticed the other side of the barn
had cages.  In these  were naked prisoner slaves in their standard steel
collars, and with what on this farm was practically also standard, wrist
shackles and regular shackles welded on wrists and ankles.  Kevin went to
a control panel on a post and pressed a button, and the door on one of
the cages opened, and a naked prisoner slave rushed out, crawled to
Kevin's feet, and began licking Kevin's boots. Andrew had noticed earlier
that the boots looked as if Kevin had walked in some shit.  The slave
didn't seem to mind at all but went to work with real enthusiasm.

Kevin looked over at Andrew and said, "I'll show you in a minute where we
help these stable boys learn to be enthusiastic about their work."
Kevin then said to the groveling slave stable boy, "Get Blackie harnessed
up for our guest."   As much as Andrew wanted to watch 'Blackie" get
hitched up, he instead followed Kevin over to a solid heavy wood door.
Kevin took out a key, unlocked the door, and again stepped back to let
his old professor walk in first.

            Through the door was the classic dungeon and training
center.  Whips, chains, paddles, and canes, were neatly arrayed on one
wall, and on another was the modern age's sets of metal cock rings, butt
plugs and other attachment devices.  One of the trainers-guards,
clothed only in a jock strap was toward the middle of the room, and as
Andrew looked in disbelief, was proceeding to take a shit right there in
the room.  Another guard trainer held the leash of a prisoner slave on
all fours.  It had knee pads on and the ankle cuffs were attached to a
heavy leather belt locked around the prisoner's waist.  The belt was like
the leather belts locked around the pony's waists.  The hands of this
prisoner were in what looked a bit like a modified boxing glove, but
which made the hands look like the big knee pads.  The total effect was
something like a St Bernard dog's huge paws.  The second guard ordered
"CLEAN!" and the "dog" went to the pile of shit and leaned down.  Then it
stopped.  "CLEAN!" was the command again.  This time much louder and more
angry sounding.

The dog slave didn't move.  Andrew noticed the guard trainer then take a
black device that looked a bit like a TV remote control and push a
button.  Immediately the prisoner dog began yelling, and as much as it
could with its wrist chain attached to the front of the collar, and its
legs attached to the belt, and that chain attached to a ring attached to
its ball sack, it began trying to move arms and legs to get at balls and
cock.  As the dog snapped the chains in agony, which only caused it
greater agony, Kevin, rather calmly explained, "The stable boys begin as
stable dogs.  Stable dogs clean stalls of shit and other clean up and
service tasks with their mouths.  Any time a stable boy isn't
enthusiastic enough with its job performance, it gets put back into dog
work for a week.

The short chains, and the electricity which goes from the butt plug, cock
ring, and the smaller ring that we attach around the head of the penis
make them remember how much they want to serve with enthusiasm."  Dogs
also are kept in cages below floor level and stable boys can just piss
and shit on the dogs below.  However, if a dog's cage is not clean when
inspected than the dog is punished, and its time as dog extended,"

 Andrew watched in horror and some sort of fascination as the electricity
was turned off.  "CLEAN!" was the order again, and this time the dog
began using its mouth to clean up the floor.   "You see, " Kevin said, "
even slaves can be given incentives to work hard.  You remember that you
said one of the big drawbacks to slave labor was that it was almost
impossible to make a slave work hard without putting more work into the
forcing than the work received by the forcing.  Well I think we've got
that problem fixed.  Once a prisoner has learned how much nicer it is to
be the shitter rather than the shit eater there is real incentive to work
very hard.

 About this time Kevin said Blackie probably would be ready, and so they
turned around as the dog was being patted on the head and told that he
had done a good job for his completion of the task of cleaning the
floor.

END OF PART 1