Good news for everyone. We have got Peter sucking horse

dick. It was

quite an ordeal. You know he was jerking off the horses as

part of his barn

chores. Well, I nicely instructed the submissive sixteen

year old that he

had to also lick the horse dick to keep it nice and clean.

He made this face

and asked me if there wasn't a chance he could get some

nasty disease. I

just laughed and told him he was a worry wart. Boys that

age worry so much

about every little thing.





Just like how he cries before he has to go to school in

the morning. He

begs us, can he please stay home. Of course we will pull

him from school

soon, as the teachers and counselors are starting to become

aware of how the

bullies are treating him. But there is good news on that

front as well. Four

of the school senior jocks, made him suck their dicks. At

last. I don't know

what took those boys so long. They got him in the locker

room and snapped

his ass and nutsack with wet towels and then made him crawl

around from teen

dick to teen dick and lick their balls and suck their

dicks. Peter is now so

used to sucking dick, it is second nature to him. I am sure

he did a good

job on those boys, and that they will be telling all their

friends. That is

why I want to keep him in school as long as possible. I

want to see his

popularity spread. I mean, sucking four dicks in school.

Why not forty? He

has the whole fucking school day to do it. I think high

school boys have







gone backward in that respect. They seem so shy and

reluctant, it worries

me. When I was in high school, every single day we made

some lower grade

student suck our dicks. The little shits were really

terrified of us. I

mean, if you were a cute freshman boy, you lived in terror!

Back in those

days we used to wear rubbers when we fucked cunt, and I had

this one really

cute freshman boy whose job it was to suck my dirty used

rubbers clean. I

was always real nice to him. I told him which girl's pussy

juice was on it.

After all, he was a freshman and not getting any yet.





They also took Peter and shoved his head into a shitty

toilet. Now that

is the kind of fun boys should be having in high school. He

also told me he

was in extreme pain when he got in the car yesterday after

school. The

reason being, a couple of the senior boys had put about

nine or ten rubber

bands around his dick and balls. It was hysterical. The

rubber was really

biting into the skin and the dick and nuts were almost

blue! He was in such

pain, he could hardly think straight. He begged me to cut

the rubber bands

off, but I told him I wanted him to show his dad and mom

his nice

decoration, so he couldn't remove them until we got home.





Well, once home, Peter's parents were so impressed with

the rubber band

work of the boys at school, that they told Peter he had to

keep them on

until after dinner! By then, his dick and nuts looked

seriously purple and

swollen and pretty gross, so we had to cut them off. The

pain as the







circulation came back to Peter, made him do the cutest

dance.





Pastor Robert was over to fuck the boy, and so he got to

see Peter's cute

little blue balled naked dance as well. He also asked a

favor of us. Pastor

Robert and some of his more liberal shall I say, Minister

friends and

Priests, always have a special Easter Dinner. And they

always have a really

stunning special event for the evening. Some kind of show

or program. This

is just for this select group of "educationally advanced

and sexually

liberated ministers and priests." Well, guess what? Pastor

Bob wants Peter

to be part of the program this year! He wants Peter to

portray our Lord

Jesus Christ. Pastor Robert feels that historically, Jesus

would have been

naked during his scourging and crucifixion, so of course he

wants a boy to

play him who has a nice dick and balls. It would not do to

have Jesus with a

tiny wiener!





Peter's mom and dad were so honored that Pastor Robert

would choose Peter.

Hank asked exactly what the performance would include.

Pastor Robert said

that during cocktail hour, Peter, as Jesus, would be

brought in naked and

whipped by several seminary students. They would be dressed

as Roman

soldiers. They would whip his back, ass, dick and balls.

They would force a

crown of thorns on his head, and a smaller version on the

head of his dick.

Peter as Jesus, would then be hung on a huge cross at one

end of the table







during dinner. He would not be nailed of course, but simply

tied. Helen just

glowed and said how beautiful her son would look crucified.

She asked if he

couldn't actually be nailed, but Pastor Robert advised us

that that could

cause serious respiratory problems and even death. Hanging

that way can make

it really hard to breath. She then asked what about tiny

nails through his

feet, and Pastor Robert allowed as that might be possible.

Hank who is very

creative came to the rescue saying that symbolic pins of

considerable size

could be stuck in his hands and feet. They could also stick

pins into his

dick stalk, cock head, and nut sack, as his suffering

should approximate our

Lord's!





Peter seemed curiously quiet during all of this. Perhaps

he was

overwhelmed at the honor.





Anyway, I have been digressing. I started out to tell

you about Peter

and his horse sucking. Peter's barn chores have now been

increased to

licking the horse dick and balls. Each horse scrotum and

cock is to be

lovingly bathed by Peter's tongue. If each horse's prick

and balls is not

spotlessly clean, he is punished. He has to get under the

sheath with his

tongue as well as getting the horse to full erection and

licking the piss

hole. For some reason he particularly hates licking the

horse nut sacks. It

could be the odor or taste. And this morning before school,

I taught him how

to suck the head of the horse cock and take as much horse

dick into his







mouth as possible. He wasn't very good at this, but I know

like everything

else, he will soon improve. Spring vacation is coming up,

and I would like

to schedule Peter's first horse show by then. They are

supposed to deliver

the Shetland pony some time this week. I am sure Peter will

be able to

accommodate that dick as I am told it is no more than

fifteen inches long.

However we shall have to fist him first regularly to get

him ready. Hank

asked if he could have the pleasure of being first to fist

Peter, and after

all what could I say, Peter is his son. I am sure we will

all be following

him in the activity soon enough. Peter's mom wondered out

loud as she was

sticking her big toe up her son's ass, if she might be able

eventually to

get her entire foot up his young ass. I allowed as it was

quite possible. I

have been preparing Peter's parents for the reality that

once he is horse

fucked he will most likely lose control of his bowels.

Helen thinks her son

in diapers for life will be so sweet, so I am glad that

hurdle has been

crossed. Hank suggested building a large play pen for the

boy, and even

though he did it half in jest, I think it would be a really

cute thing to

do. We could have parties where everyone fucks the baby.





I have gotten some letters from seemingly irate readers

suggesting that

we have been ignoring Peter and his feelings during all of

this. Let me

assure you, that Peter's feelings are uppermost in our

thoughts at all







times. It is Peter's feelings and responses that stimulate

and control our

behavior. Watching a boy that cute, suffer beyond belief is

one of the most

rewarding experiences of my life. Watching his bright mind

become dulled and

foggy, and watching him turned from a normal teenage boy

into a mindless

fuckpig who is used as a dick dump by his own parents, this

would not be

possible if we did not have his feelings uppermost in our

minds. How does

Peter feel about this, you may ask? He doesn't understand

why suddenly his

normal boy's life should be overturned, and how now

everyone only wants to

use and abuse him in the most disgusting and perverse ways.

He doesn't

understand how something as exciting and mysterious as sex

could become

something so brutal and disgusting and painful. He doesn't

understand why

his beautiful boy body should be tortured and damaged, and

why he should be

the victim for total strangers' constant and excessive

bullying and sexual

abuse. He doesn't understand, but we are helping him to

learn. We are

teaching him that this is his purpose in life. That the

meaning of his young

life will be found in how far down the road of perversion

and agony we can

take him. Look how many people he is bringing pleasure to

with his sixteen

year old mouth and ass. And how many animals he is pleasing

too. Peter must

be taught not be be selfish with his gifts. I reminded him

of this as I was

shoving a ten inch steel sound up his piss hole just this

morning.