Jesus, I am sorry, but Peter's Wedding has had to be

postponed. The

little ungrateful fucker tried to run away. Can you

imagine, after all the

time and energy we put into getting him ready and training

him, he had the

audacity to try to escape? Holy shit was I pissed. I have

not had a boy try

to run away from me in years. I guess we just didn't

realize that he was

not yet broken sufficiently. It was my fault, and I take

the blame for it. I

pride myself on being an excellent judge of boys and how to

tame them. So I

fucked up. I thought he was totally broken and ready for

anything, and I was

wrong. Seems young sixteen year old Peter doesn't want to

be fucked by a

horse! I don't understand it. He sucks dick all day, has

been gang fucked

repeatedly. He has been fucked by dogs countless times and

forced to suck

dog dick and balls. He has been torture and fucked by a

group of drunken

clergy men, He has been repeatedly fucked by his own father

and made to fuck

his mom. He has had to suck horse dick every day now for

months, draining

the stallions of their heavy thick loads of cum. He has

been degraded and

humiliated in every possible way including being made to

eat both human and

animal shit. He has been terribly abused by his former

friends at school,

and worked over again and again by gangs of total

strangers. He has even

been fucked in the ass by a Shetland pony. Then why would

he balk at the

very last? Why would he run away from his wedding with a

beautiful big







black stallion with a twenty two inch prick? We have been

fist fucking him

for weeks now, getting him ready. He has had to put up with

unbearable pain

on a daily basis as we stretched his asshole and rectum.

Why now, when we

have almost achieved our goal, would he bolt? I can't

believe the little

cunt would be so ungrateful. How many boys have a mother

and father who

lavish such attention on them? How many mother's suck their

son's dicks for

hours without letting cum to teach him self discipline. How

many fathers

feed their boys their fat cocks on a daily basis? These

parents have made

sacrifices for their son, who like so many teenage boys

nowadays just

doesn't seem to appreciate it. I too have made sacrifices

for the little

fucker. I took him to New York to a New Years Eve Gang Bang

where he was the

center of attention and the star. How may sixteen year old

boys attend a

party where they are fucked by twenty or thirty guys?





I was just sick at heart. Fortunately the sheriff in our

county is a

member of our select little group, and so he put out

discreet word that the

fucking shithole was missing. I don't know where Peter got

clothing from as

we always keep him are assed around the farm. Its just

practical. When he

wore clothes they were always covered with horse and dog

sperm. And then any

time one of our guests wanted throw a fuck into his

boycunt, he had to drop

his pants.it was just too much work. So we just took to

keeping him bare







assed. He is so cute that way too, big teenage dick

swinging, balls

bouncing.





So he got some clothes from someplace and ran. We were

fit to be tied. The

area around the farm is pretty desolate, so we knew he had

a ways to go to

get any help. But we also knew that we didn't have the

manpower to find him

in that vast area. I called all my buddies and they came on

there choppers

and in their pick-ups. Pastor Bob got some of his clergy

pals to come out.

But in the end it was a couple of teens who caught the

fucking little shit.

A couple of the more adventurous boys from Peter's school

had joined out

little fun family. They are really cute hung mean motherfuckers, and I took

to them at once. After making sure they were trustworthy, I

casually invited

them to join us in our Abuse Peter Group. They took to it

like ducks to

water. I have never seen supposedly straight teenage boys

fuck boy ass with

such relish. If they had their way, they would keep Peter's

hole plugged

with their teen dicks all day and night.





Anyway, they found him, hiding in a kind of little cave

over by the river.

They dragged him out just as we pulled up, and Pastor Bob

got these nice

photos for our album.





What to do with the fucking cuntboy? Here we have the

wedding of the year

approaching. We can't take the risk that he might run

again. And it is my

responsibility. I was the one who trained the boy. I was

the one who broke







him for his Dad and Mom and told them he was ready to be

horse

fucked.Peter's Dad's dick was pretty much hard round the

clock in

anticipation of the big event. And here the sixteen year

old goes and lets

us all down.





We dragged him sobbing and squealing back to the bar. He

was screaming

that he didn't want to get fucked by a horse. That he was

afraid it would

kill him. That he was scared. He was half out of his mind

with fear. Now I

can understand that. Even a boy who has been fist fucked

regularly must feel

some trepidation at the thought of getting twenty two

inches of horse dick

up the ass! I had explained to the boy before however, in

gentle loving

terms, that is was just something he had to endure. I

stroked his hair and

kissed him and told him he had no choice. I gently

masturbated his leaking

teen dick to erection and tongue kissed him and told him I

would be there to

make sure he was safe and that the fucking came off

perfectly. I told him

what a lucky boy he was to have a groom with a twenty two

inch prick. I told

him he was a very special cunt and should be proud of it.

Still, he ran.





We stripped off the stolen clothing which turned out to

be old stuff

belonging to his older brother now in the armed forces, and

Hung him upside

down by his ankles from a beam in the barn. Then I took a

horsewhip to the

boy's naked pale body. I whipped his beautiful ass, his

belly, his chest,







his back, his big teen balls. When he passed out from pain,

the teens who

caught him, pissed on him to bring him around. Peter's

father and mother

watched with tears of disappointment in their eyes. When

the fucker was out

of his mind with pain, and mewling like a wounded puppy, I

took him down and

shoved a baseball bat up his ass.





"You see, if you can take that, then you can take your

new husband's dick!

It's a wife's duty to satisfy her husband's cock. And you

are going to be a

good wife to that wonderful stallion." I had the boys fire

the grill and

heated up a branding iron. Then even though I hated to do

it, I burned the

soles of Peter's feet, so that he could not attempt to run

away again.

Crawling he would not get far. This made the teens so horny

they just had to

get sucked off by Peter.





I threw a fuck into his ass which is pretty loose and

sloppy by now. The

boy doesn't have the proper anal control, and once he is

horse fucked, he

never will have. Peter's Mom had her pussy sucked by her

son, telling him

all the while that while she still loved him, he was a very

bad boy for

running. Peter's dad was just too upset to do anything.





The boy, shaking and trembling begged not to be horse

fucked. I again told

him that sometimes in life, we just had to do things we

didn't want to do.

How about all those boys overseas in the armed forces? We

all had to face

trials and tribulations. I rubbed my dick over his crying

face and assured







him that all would be well. I told him I had a doctor

friend coming to the

wedding who was an expert are repairing torn boy asshole. I

also told Peter

that having to wear diapers for the rest of his life wasn't

the worst thing.

Lots of people had illnesses that forced them into a life

where they shit

themselves uncontrollably. Peter would soon adapt to that.

Oddly my words of

comfort only made him cry harder. I held his head and

gently fed him my

dirty dick to clean. He sucked it like a baby on a teat,

and was soon sound

asleep from exhaustion. As a further precaution, we

shackled his ankle to a

post in the barn. He can still crawl around to suck off the

horses and eat

the horse turds, and take care of the dogs, but he cant get

out of the barn.

Now back to our wedding plans.