Events are moving along quite quickly for our young friend

Peter. I have

taken a bit of time off from my activities in the theatre,

so that I could

better monitor his education. I have been staying out at

the farm with his

mom and dad and Pete.



Having to clean the horse stalls with his mouth, made

Peter very sick for

the first two days. He could not take the horse shit in his

mouth without

wretching violently and puking up whatever food he had in

his stomach. This

constant puking let to a kind of seizure, where he would

tremble and shake

and sob continually for hours. His mom, the old softy,

suggested that maybe

we should ease up on his stable cleaning duties until he

got used to the

taste of horse shit, perhaps administered in smaller doses.

But I was

adamant that unless a boy like Peter plunges right in, he

will never learn.

I continued to force him to clean the stables by taking the

horse shit in

his mouth and crawling over to the tub. By day three, he

was doing well. He

still complained that his mouth tasted of horse shit

permanently and he

could not eat any food without puking. I told him he would

soon get used to

the taste, and perhaps grow to even like it. It was after

all, just food

that had been processed. To further help him get used to

it, I forbade him

to garble or brush his teeth for two hours after he cleaned

the stables.

You can imagine that none of us felt much desire to use his

hot little body





during that period. Lol. It was also quite funny how he

looked after

cleaning the stables, because he was forced to crawl, his

lean lanky teen

body was soon covered with horse shit as well. And bits of

hay clung to him.

He was so cute. After about two weeks of this, I will make

things a bit

more difficult for him, just to keep up his challenges. A

teenage boy with

no challenges develops bad habits.



School is going smashingly. However, I feel we may have

to pull him out

soon than expected. The boys at his school got the photos

and letters he

sent out, and he returned home yesterday beaten up pretty

badly. He said a

bunch of boys ganged up on him in the locker room and beat

the shit out of

him. He was really cute this way. His mom kissed his black

and blue bruises

while she worked a finger in and out of his asshole. His

dad said he was

proud of him. That his boy was becoming a man, as he fed

him dick.



Later, as I was fucking Peter, I ordered him to go to

each of the boys

who had beaten on him, and apologize to them. He was to

give them a letter

which said the following:



Dear Sir: You are right to beat on me. I am a

worthless fucking faggot.

I am only good for two things in this world. To suck dick

and to take dick

up my ass, which is more like a cunt than an ass. If I can

serve you in any

way at all, please just use me like you would some dumb

cunt. Feel free to





take out any frustrations on me by hitting and kicking me

all you want. I

promise never to tell anyone or make any trouble for you. I

know I deserve

your abuse and will take whatever you choose to give me.

Please tell your

friends what a fucked up piece of shit I am too. And tell

all the girls you

know too, that I am a fucked up faggot and not worth their

time. Here are

some more photos of my sucking dick. They say I am a really

good cocksucker,

so I am happy that I can be good at something.



Again if I can serve you or any of your friends in any

way, please tell

me. Peter the Fucking Faggot



Well of course, when I told Peter what he would have to

do, he freaked

out. He sobbed and sobbed, and I came up his ass, it was so

hot. He told me

that if he gave this second letter, things would get

unbearable for him at

school. I told him he had to be a strong little soldier! I

told him his mom

and dad and I loved him and were there for him! Then, I had

him clean off my

dick with his mouth.



Perhaps because of Peter's problem with food after

cleaning the stables,

we have started to change his diet a bit. For breakfast he

has cereal but

instead of milk, we use horse piss. This may help him get

used to horse

waste sooner. His dad is anxious to get Peter fucked by a

horse, but I don't

want to move too quickly on that. The boy's asshole has to

be really elastic

in order to not incur permanent damage. Peter is getting

fucked regularly by





humans and dogs, and we work with dildos every day, but his

ass has not

taken fist yet, and that is essential before any kind of

horse or donkey

fuck. I know lots of boys at sixteen are fist fucked.but

I still want to

be careful. His dad really does agree, it's just that he

is so hot to see a

horse cock up his son's asshole, that his fucklust gets the

better of him.I

also explained to both Hank and Helen that they should

enjoy this special

time with their son, as once is horsefucked regularly, he

will be almost no

good for human fucking either physically or mentally. It

usually so totally

fucks up a boy, that he is not much use after that. So I

told them that they

should prolong this pleasure for as long as possible. His

mom is really

enjoying getting her son's dick in her. She had Peter fuck

her three times a

day. And, he is starting to like it, whether he wants to

admit it or not. At

least this way, he gets his young rocks off, and he feels a

bit normal. It

may be mom's pussy but it is a pussy. The fact that most of

the time when he

is fucking Helen, Hank has his massive dick up the boy's

ass, does put a

slight damper on the act. Peter is learning, however that

filthy perverted

down and dirty sex can be exciting and that it kind of

dominates one's life.

My buddies still arrive at the farm in droves to have Peter

suck them, so

the boy is pretty much getting dicked or sucking cock every

hour of the day

that he is home. I truly believe that sex should be a nonstop thing for





Peter. He should not be allowed to think of anything but

dick. I would like

to get him to a mental position where he would actually

crave and need horse

dick! But That is not an easy thing to achieve, and more

often than not, I

have failed in that. Only twice in my career of working

with boys have I so

trained a boy, that he became addicted to horse cock and

spent all his time

fondling and licking and sucking horse prick. At that

point, the boy is

mentally unstable and willingly drinks horse piss and eats

horse shit. I am

sure this is the ultimate goal for both Hank and Helen with

their son, but I

do hope they have lots more fun with him before this.



Just the pain and agony the boy goes through each time

his ass is

stretched to a new limit, is so rewarding and thrilling, I

want it to

continue for a long time. We now gather in the living room

each night for a

Peter Ass Stretching Session. So far, as I say, I am using

dildos and

bottles and household objects only. I have not yet fist

fucked the boy.

Actually Hank might enjoy that job, and I am not

particularly into that.

One of the most endearing things for me is when a boy like

Peter, almost out

of his mind with pain, protests that he simply cannot take

any more.and I

tell him to just relax and trust me.and then I show him

that he indeed can

take more! I always reward the boy after by saying,

"See.you can take

more pain than you ever thought. You have to believe in

yourself. Trust me,





I'll help you." I usually say this stroking the boys head

or kissing him,

while some obscenely large object is sticking out of the

kid's asscunt.



I'll keep you posted on Peter's development on the Farm

and at school. I

am working on getting some really nice shit pics of Pete.

What wonderful,

rich, rewarding fun times for all of us.