The most delightful thing happened the other day. I was

going to Peter's

school to pick him up. We like to monitor his time quite

sternly now. We

feel that he should really be thinking about cock and

serving it and sex in

general twenty-four-seven. So we don't like him hanging

around school

talking to kids about ordinary things. He has chores in the

barn and lots of

folks including his own dad and mum to satisfy sexually.

Also he lives quite

a distance from the farm. He can walk if he goes across

fields and over some

hills, but it takes a good forty-five minutes. Time he

could spend sucking

dick. Besides, on the way home in the car, I usually play

with him. I make

him strip of course, and put his big teen feet up on the

dashboard and fuck

his ass with a three battery flashlight I carry in the car

for emergencies.

Its one of those huge long rubber things. I figure it will

help to get the

kid's cunt ready for a horse dick. It is almost time to

take Peter out of

school. He is wasting too much time sitting in a classroom

listening to

useless knowledge that will be of no use to him, when he

should be sucking

and fucking and being abused. But it is such fun to see him

fucked up by his

peers.





That's what happened on this particular day. A bunch of

the boys, to whom

we had sent photographs of Peter sucking dick and getting

fucked, along with

those nice letters of his saying how much he wanted to

service them, got







together to beat the shit out of Peter after school. I saw

it from my car.

It was beautiful. They stripped him bare naked. They kicked

him in the

teenage nut sack. I think this must happen daily, because I

noticed his

fucksack was larger, and I didn't know if it was swollen or

just growing.

They made him stand naked with his legs spread wide and his

hands up behind

his neck, like a prisoner. Then they took turns kicking up

into his scrotum.

The boys looked like nice healthy normal teenage boys of

seventeen and

eighteen. High school seniors I imagine. I think I

recognized one or two of

them from the photos in the year book. I was happy that

Peter could bring

some pleasure to these young jocks. You know how much

pressure there can be

for a high school boys, and this would give them some

welcome relief. Next,

they made the crying Peter get down and crawl around the

playground licking

the concrete. There must have been some old gum there or

something, cause he

had to scrape it up and chew it. Then the boys stood around

Peter, took out

their hefty dicks, and pissed all over him. I laughed so

hard, I teared up.

What a creative bunch of kids. Peter was drenched in piss

and crying pretty

hard. They made him lick the puddles of piss off the

concrete. They were

calling him all kinds of names, very interesting names I am

sure, but I

could not hear. A couple of boys still had some piss in

them, so they made

Peter kneel up and they pissed on his face that way, the

piss running down







his naked chest. If this kind of behavior would become an

everyday

occurrence I would keep Peter in school for a while yet. We

wouldn't want to

have the boy miss out on this kind of social intercourse,

now would we?





Well, after the boys pissed on him, they kicked him a

bit, then, and

this was the creative part, they took all of his clothing

and left. That's

right, they left him bare assed naked out in the school

yard. Some little

kids playing near by started calling him names.Well, I knew

at once what I

must do. I drove home without the boy. I decided that he

should make his own

way home, bare assed naked, teen dick swinging as he ran

across fields. The

air is still quite cold, it's reached that time of year

when one prays that

this is the last snowfall, the last cold day, and so I knew

that Peter's

piss covered body would be quite chilled! Perhaps Peter is

like some dishes

we know, best served chilled!





His dad and mom and I were waiting for him with the

camera. We were

sipping brandies and watching out the window. We saw this

pathetic spec in

the distance, right near the pond. It grew in size and

became a terrified

naked boy, looked to be running for his life. Indeed his

prick and balls

were swinging, but we didn't see that until he grew closer.

He finally

reached the back fence near the compost heap and the work

shed. His mom

snapped some pics for the family album. Then a funny thing

happened, as he







climbed naked over the fence, he must have snagged his

nutsack, because he

crouched over in terrible pain holding his family jewels.

Hank and I had a

good laugh over that, as we know what it's like to hurt

your balls in sports

or the like. Peter stood there in the cold, or rather

crouched there, crying

and shaking. Then we heard the back door slam.





"Young man, dale10 told us that you were playing some

stupid game with

your friends after school and are covered in piss. That's

why he drove away.

You don't think we want you in the family car covered in

piss, now do you?"





We followed into the rear hall, sipping our drinks. Peter

stood there head

bowed. His hands were not covering his prick and nuts, that

was not allowed.





"Your father was just hankering for a nice blow job and

I wanted my pussy

sucked, but if you think we are going to allow you in here,

smelling like a

urinal, you are sadly mistaken. I want you to go out to the

barn and use the

hose to wash off! Make sure you are totally clean, inside

and out."





This would cause young Pete some discomfort as the water

in the bar was

icy cold! Oh well, we had to get the boy clean.





When he was clean, we all three warmed him up by

playing with his body

a bit. Then Hank got a nice long dick suck from his son.

Helen then received

her pussy licking. Then She fixed dinner, while Peter went

out to the barn

to do his chores.





By now you know that his barn chores would get him

filthy again, which







meant another cold water hosing. He had to clean the stalls

by carrying the

horse shit in his mouth to the waste pile. He had to crawl

as well. My God

he loathed this. His body trembled just approaching the

barn. I thought I

would go out and watch and give the boy a pointer or two.

Imagine at

sixteen, having to carry piles of horse apples (horse turds

for those of you

not used to farms) in your mouth. He still gagged and often

puked, even

though he has been doing this for a couple of weeks now. It

makes my dick

hard to see such a cute boy doing this.





"Peter, you just are not getting used to horse shit. We

want you to enjoy

your work, but to do that, the taste of the horse shit must

become pleasant

to you."





He looked at me with wild eyes. More and more lately,

his eyes look wild

and unfocused, like his mind is far away. His young body

trembled. His cute

face was covered with horse shit.





I noticed a horse in a nearby stall about to take a

shit. His huge

asshole was open and I could see a large lump of light

brown horse shit

about to be pushed out.





"You know we are doing this for your own good, Peter.

To help you!" I

dragged the boy behind the horse. "If you take the shit

right out of the

horses ass, you save time and effort. It saves you having

to crawl around

and taking it off the dirty barn floor. Open your mouth,

Peter!"





Well, the lump of horse shit was much larger than the

boy's mouth. So It







splattered all over his face. He started sobbing and

puking, but I held him

still as more and more wet stinking horse shit flowed over

his face.





"Eat it Peter. Swallow it. Chew and swallow the horse

shit, Peter!"





It was beautiful. From now on, we would add to Peter's

chores, licking

and sucking out the horses' assholes! That way he would get

it right from

the horse's ass! Well, Peter was a fucking shit covered,

retching mess. He

had the dry heaves for about eight minutes. I thought he

would puke his guts

out. It was really sexy.his tight young tummy fluttering

as he dry puked

over and over, his nice big tongue hanging from his mouth

like he was an

animal. He still had to masturbate the horses into the

jar.





The horse cum from the jar is used to prepare Peter's

food.





After he was thoroughly clean, I walked the boy back to

the house my arm

around him. "I really am quite proud of your development,

Peter. I know

this has not been easy for you. Just a few months ago, you

were a normal boy

not you are a filthy fuckpig! You are doing quite well, and

I want you to

know that, because in the weeks to come, the abuse is going

to get much more

serious. Up until now, we have just been playing around.

But we need to

reshape you into a total pigcunt. Soon you will be getting

fucked by

horses. You will of course lose all control of your bowels

after that. So

for the rest of your life you will most likely have to wear

a diaper. That







can be problematic for a sixteen year old boy to accept.

But look at it this

way, for everything you gain, you have to lose something.

You are gaining

twenty inches of horse dick every day! How many boys your

age can claim

that? In some ways, you are a very lucky boy."





I heard him gently crying in the darkness.