Peter was sitting in the corner looking rather glum.

Sometimes his new life

as a fuckboy would depress him. It was only occasionally

when he would miss

the life as a normal teenage boy before he discovered that

his mother,

father, and mentor(me) had all conspired to totally corrupt

and use him.

This didn't anger or upset me. I understand that the mind

of a teenage boy

is a fragile thing. I understand what a shock it must be

to his nature to

suddenly discover he is to be used as a cunt, to satisfy

the lusts of his

own parents and friends. But that wasn't what was

depressing Peter on this

day. Nor was it the knowledge that he would soon be mated

with horses and

other animals on the farm. NO, he pretty much had come to

accept that no

sexual act was too disgusting or disturbing for us to try

on him. I think

after the incident at the church with Father Robert, when

he had been forced

to masturbate at the Altr, he pretty much knew there was no

sexual act too

taboo for us to try.



What was depressing Peter on this particular day was the

activity in

which we had just been engaged. I had assigned Peter to

write a letter. It

said the following.



"Hi:



Since you go to school with me every day, I thought

it important that

you know a few things about me. Even though I may appear to

be just another

student in your gym class and other classes, I thought it

only fair to tell





you that I am a cocksucking faggot. I also take dick up my

ass. I do this

almost every day. Sometimes I do it five or ten times a

day. I am a real

homo cock slut. I just can't get enough cock.



I wanted to tell you this so that you would

understand if you see me

staring at your dick in the locker room. You have a

girlfriend to fuck and

all kinds of friends, and are popular in sports. All I

think about is guys'

cocks and how to get them. If you ever have a fight with

your girlfriend, or

just need to get some sexual relief, I want to offer the

services of my

mouth and ass to you and any of your friends.



I know you will probably tell a lot of kids around

school about this. And

that's okay, as a faggot that is what I deserve. I know it

may change how

you and the guys and girls treat me. I hope you can

understand when I look

at your dick in the locker room, or at the big bulge in

your pants in the

hallway and classroom, that I can't help wanting dick all

the time. It's

just my fucking faggot nature. I probably deserve to have

the shit kicked

out of me.



Just so you know this letter is sincere and truthful,

and not just some

dumb prank, I am including some photos of me. You can see

me naked with my

hard on. You can also see me sucking dick and taking it up

the ass. The

straight guys who fuck me, say my asshole feels just like a

cunt. Please use

me, this letter, and these photos in any way you see fit.



Thank you for reading this, Sir.

Your classmate Peter





Of course Peter sobbed all the while he wrote the damned

thing. He

complained that he would be ruined at school, and that he

would lose all his

friends. I nicely pointed out to him that he didn't need

any friends as he

was a cocksucking cuntboy, and that we would give him all

the friendship he

needed. I then went with him to show the letter to his

parents for their

approval. Peter's father tongue kissed the boy and felt

his ass globes and

told him how proud he was of him for writing such an honest

letter. Peter's

mom felt the bulge of Peter's young dick through his jeans.

We usually kept

Peter bare assed, but since we were going to mail these

letters, he was

dressed. Peter's mom and dad then helped him choose

photos to go along

with the letter. He wanted some of the more mild ones, but

they said he

should be proud of his skills, and they chose ones showing

big dicks going

up his ass and his lips wrapped around fat leaking cocks.

Of course we made

sure Peter was easily identifiable in each photo.



Peter's dad raised the issue of potential trouble with

the law if any of

this fell into the wrong hands. I pointed out that we could

always say it

was a teenage prank that Peter concocted just for fun, and

that the photos

were internet doctored images. If worse came to worse with

the law, we could

always say that Peter is a pervert in need of help, and we

are shocked at

his behavior. However, I pointed out that most likely the

kids at school





would keep this among themselves. It would be more fun for

them that way. I

have had several other experiences with similar things, and

it has always

worked out well thus far.Peter's parents were so turned on

by the idea of

ruining him at school, that Hank demanded an on the spot

cocksuck from his

son, and Helen, not to be outdone, wanted her cunt licked.

Peter still is

not used to licking his mother's pussy. Its so cute how shy

he gets,

especially when she gives him specific orders such as to

suck harder on her

clit, or lick her swollen cuntlips. The hardest thing for

Peter so far, is

to have to suck his dad's cum from out of his mom's cunt

and asshole. This

still freaks him out. But I know he will adjust in time.

Look at all the

things he was able to accomplish under my tutelage.



Next, Peter and I looked through his school year book

to find jocks to

send the letter to. Once again, I had to help him, as he

was shy about

sending the letter to the most masculine, toughest looking,

mean

motherfuckers in the school. I could tell from the photos

in the yearbook,

and the descriptions of the boys, which ones would most

appreciate a letter

like this from Peter. So we took my car and went to the

post office and

mailed the letters. On the way back, I had Peter strip

bare naked in the

car and play with his dick and asshole all the way home. I

love to see him

with his big naked feet up on the dashboard of the car,

shoving a flashlight





up his asscunt, frigging his dick until it leaks and

drools.



When we got back to the farm, I told Peter to follow me

to the barn, as

it was time to introduce him to new chores. Peter has had

the job of

cleaning the horse stables ever since he was twelve, but on

this particular

day, I taught him a new way to accomplish his task. I told

him that from

now on, he was not to use a shovel to clean up the horse

shit. I told him

that he was to be naked of course, and from now on, he was

to crawl not walk

once he was inside the stable. I made a little joke of it

and told him it

was in honor of the opening of the show Equus with Daniel

Radcliffe in

London. I said he had to start showing more respect to the

horses. So, he

was to crawl. Next I told him how to clean the stables. He

was to crawl into

the stable, right to a steaming pile of horse shit.and

then he was to take

the horseshit in his mouth and crawl over to a large tub

near the door of

the stable, and deposit the horse shit into the tub. He was

to repeat this

action until all the stables were spotless. He was to also

take any shitty

hay into his mouth and carry it over to the tub in the same

way. He could

then rise to put new hay into the stables. He was to then

go back onto his

knees and crawl to the tub. Now, on the end of the tub, he

would find a

chain attached to a black leather cuff. He was to wrap the

cuff around his

ball sack and fasten it tightly. Then he was to crawl out

of the barn,





dragging the tub filled with horse shit by his scrotum. He

was not allowed

to touch the tub with his hands or feet.pulling it only

with his nutsack.

After pulling the tub that way across the yard, he was

allowed to use his

hands to empty the waste.



Peter couldn't believe I was serious. I pointed out to

him that we had

been playing around long enough, and now that he was

sixteen, it was time he

started to take some of his responsibilities seriously. Of

course, this

caused a whole new series of sobs, as I suspected.



One needs patience and tolerance when dealing with

teenage boys.