Well, Peter was finally fucked by his father, Hank, last night. I was invited to attend and help out with the boy’s first filial fucking. As I was fucking him in the afternoon, I explained to him that this was a really big night for him. He is sixteen now, no longer a child, and it was time he was introduced to his dad’s huge cunt stuffer and ass buster. Peter was freaked out. For the first time, he put together the facts and realized that his seduction, corruption, and training were all planned. Peter now also realized that what his brother had warned him about was true. His father was a sexual deviant who, all along, wanted to get up his ass and have fun with his tender young body. Personally, I think it is a crime his father waited so long. I mean, the fucking kid is almost too old to want to corrupt. He is cute, although he changes every day as he grows from childhood to adulthood. His body fills out, and he begins to look older. I dare say all the cock he sucks has changed his pouty lips too; they are fuller and swollen, which is not a bad thing. You know, if a boy sucks enough dick, the whole shape of his teeth change.
Anyway, you should see the dick on his dad. Well, you will if I can get a photo of him. He would not let me take pictures of him fucking his son. He is a bit squeamish about that. I’ll have to attend to that. Daddy is hung like a fucking horse, a foot long and very thick.
First, Hank commanded Peter to pose naked and then Peter had to masturbate his dick for about twenty minutes while everyone watched. He ordered Peter to finger his asshole and put a dildo up it. Hank did this to check his son’s progress from my friends’ and my lessons. He was so shy doing this in front of his father that, at first, I thought some disciplinary action might be needed, but he came through for us like the little trooper he is. Everyone watched him piss and then drink his own piss. His father told him how proud he was of him and all he had learned. Peter told his father that he had me to thank for that. I felt a bit proud myself. Then Daddy tongue-kissed his son for about twenty minutes filling Peter’s mouth with his spit. Peter then played with his father’s dick and balls, licking and sucking them. How wonderful it must be for a father to have his son worship the dick that brought him into the world. Peter proceeded to the veneration of his father’s asshole, and Hank was quite thrilled to have Peter demonstrate his tonguing on his shithole. The fact that it was his son, only added to the charm. Hank commented while Peter was sucking and licking his hole that he couldn’t wait to watch the boy take a shit. This proud father wants to share every aspect of his son’s life.
Peter was now licking his father’s huge dick to get it wet enough to fuck him in the ass. It was a very rough fuck. In spite of all the dick Peter has taken, human and canine, Daddy’s big fucker really hurt him. That is good in a way, as it will get the sixteen-year-old boy ready for the horses. Hank is adamant that he wants to see his son fucked by horses on a regular basis. We know this will somewhat ruin him both mentally and physically, so we don’t want to rush into it. There is still quite a bit of fun we can have corrupting him first.
Hank kept saying what a shame it was that Peter’s older brother hadn’t understood how much fun family sex could be. He said he would have loved to see Peter fucked by his brother.
After Hank shot his load up his son’s ass, I instructed Peter to squat over a silver bowl and shit out the cum. Hank was delighted with this. Peter used to be so turned off by body fluids and ass gunk and things like that, but now he is a regular trooper on his way to becoming debased.
So warm and cozy was this family evening that I feared for a while that my services would no longer be required. But Hank then asked me if I could get a dog to fuck Peter so he could watch.
We took a dinner break. Peter remained bare assed while Hank and I dressed for dinner. I poured Peter’s cum and ass gunk from the silver bowl onto his salad for salad dressing, and Hank gave him a nice tall wine glass filled with fresh piss to drink, as he didn’t want his boy drunk for the dog fuck. Peter was instructed to maintain an erection all during dinner. For a boy his age, that is not difficult. Hank kept telling his son how proud he was of him, and what a good tight ass fuck he was. Peter’s hair is growing out from the buzz cut we kept him in all the while he was serving us, and I asked Hank if he wanted Peter’s hair cut again. He has not yet decided.
I brought with me to the party a flask of horse cum taken from masturbating the horses on the farm, and I poured it over Peter’s dessert, a beautiful chocolate cake. We watched him eat it and laughed at the way he wrinkled up his cute teen nose at the taste. Hank told his son that he would get very used to the taste of horse cum shortly. Peter was wide-eyed at this.
We discussed Peter’s new rules a bit. He would wear a plastic chastity device to school each day so he could not shoot off at school. He would be given two Viagra tablets each morning before school. As soon as weather permits, Peter will wear very short shorts to school with tennis shoes and a very tight tee shirt, short enough, so his naked stomach shows. He is not permitted to speak to any girls at school ever, except for female teachers. He is to call every boy in his school “sir.” Before leaving for school in the morning, he would masturbate one of the farm dogs or horses until the animal shot a big load onto his lunch sandwich. He would take a clear plastic water bottle filled with his dad’s piss to school. There would be many more new rules, but this was about all Peter could digest for one night. He looked a bit scared, but also excited.
Eventually, in a few months, we would pull Peter from school altogether.
After dinner we watched Peter suck dog dick and get fucked by canine cock. His father got tears of joy in his eyes watching Peter take an enormous pink and black spotted dog prick up his teenage asshole. Hank informed Peter that part of his farm chores would be to let the dogs fuck him every single day. There would be a pail outside the back door of the house, and Peter was to squat and shit all the dog cum from his ass into the pail, and that cum would then be used for further games, including Peter’s food.
I could tell Hank had thought all of this out most carefully. He told me that I would be entirely in charge of Peter’s work with the horses, as he had no experience in this field. My own experience is limited. I have watched or had my boys horse fucked often, but always a trained wrangler handled the actual event. I suggested hiring a man that I know from Oklahoma and bringing him in. Peter’s dad agreed as he wants only the very best for his son. Peter asked with a terrified expression if getting fucked by horses wouldn’t ruin his ass. We agreed that it probably would but reminded him that a price must be paid for everything.
I told Peter that part of his farm duties shortly would be taking care of the sexual needs of the horses three or four times a week. I told him his great love for animals should help him in times of extreme pain or discomfort. Peter shit out the dog cum and licked it up for us. Then we had him shower inside and out, and then his dad fucked him again.
I know I will never be quite as close to Peter as I was when he was my personal fuck toy, but as I move on to other boys, I know that I will still play an essential part in his education.
Imagine how thrilled Peter’s father was to see his son’s well-toned naked young teenage body and his healthy dick and balls. Hank told me he intends to bathe Peter from now on and washing his prick balls and asshole for him. He also said he might like to try having Peter wear diapers for a few weeks and piss and shit in them, and then he could change him like when he was a baby. I think it’s a really cute idea. Peter was not too happy about it. Then I got a shot of Peter’s beautiful ass just before it was fucked by his dad. You can see how well his asshole is coming along being turned into a cunt in the kneeling shot. The round asshole is starting to elongate just like a cunt. Of course, it needs a lot more work.
Hank also told me that just because Peter is doing more farm work now, and playing with his dad, that is no reason he should not be sucking plenty of dick and taking lots of cock up his boy-pussy. He decided that Peter should be sucking ten to fifteen other dicks a day if possible. And he should get fucked five or six times each day by other guys. This should keep the boy busy, as you know how boys without things to do can get into trouble. I really want to increase the numbers significantly, but quite frankly I am having trouble lining up enough guys every day. On weekends, I can get twenty to thirty guys for Peter to suck easy, but it’s not so easy during the week.
Don’t you wish more dads were as open-minded about their boys as Hank? What a wonderful loving world this would be.
Peter was sitting in the corner looking rather glum. Sometimes his new life as a fuck boy would depress him. It was only occasionally when he would miss his life as a normal teenage boy before he discovered that his 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 know what a shock it must be to his nature to discover suddenly that he is to be used as a cunt, to satisfy the lusts of his own father 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 altar, 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:
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, 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’ve included 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 this letter, these photos, and me 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 cock sucking cunt boy, and that we would give him all the friendship he needed. I then went with him to show the letter to his father for his approval. Peter’s father tongue kissed the boy, felt his ass globes, and told him how proud he was of him for writing such an honest letter. Hank 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 dad then helped him choose photos to go along with the letter. He wanted some of the more mild ones, but Hank 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 that 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. Hank was so turned on by the idea of ruining his son at school that he demanded an on the spot cock suck from his son.
Peter is still not used to sucking his father’s cock. It’s so cute how shy he gets, especially when his father gives him specific orders such as to suck harder or lick my balls. The hardest thing for Peter so far is to have to lick and suck his dad’s asshole. This still freaks him out, but I know he will adjust in time. He accomplished so much under my tutelage.
Next, Peter and I looked through his school yearbook 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, 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 ass-cunt while 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 horseshit. 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 horseshit, 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 horseshit 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 horseshit by his scrotum. He was not allowed to touch the tub with his hands or feet. He had to pull it only with his nut sack. 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 it would.
One needs patience and tolerance when dealing with teenage boys.
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 Peter and his father.
Having to clean the horse stalls with his mouth, made Peter very sick for the first two days. He could not take the horseshit in his mouth without retching violently and puking up whatever food he had in his stomach. This constant puking led to a kind of seizure where he would tremble and shake, and he sobbed continually for hours. His father, the old softy, suggested that maybe we should ease up on his stable cleaning duties until he got used to the taste of horseshit, perhaps administer it in smaller doses.
But I was adamant that unless a boy like Peter plunges right in, he would never learn. I continued to force him to clean the stables by taking the horseshit in his mouth and crawling over to the tub. By day three, he was doing well. He still complained that his mouth tasted of horseshit permanently and he could not eat any food without puking. I told him he would soon get used to the taste, and perhaps even grow to like it. It was, after all, just food that had been processed. Further, to 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. 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 horseshit 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 sooner 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 adorable this way. I kissed his black and blue bruises while I worked a finger in and out of his asshole. His dad said he was proud of him and 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:
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 as 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 me sucking dick. They say I am an excellent 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 when 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 that his 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 the 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 to avoid permanent damage. Peter is getting fucked regularly by humans and dogs, and we work with dildos every day, but his ass has not taken a 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 fuck lust gets the better of him. I also explained to Hank that he should enjoy this special time with his son, as once he is horse fucked 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 Hank that he should prolong this pleasure for as long as possible. Hank is really enjoying getting his cock up his son’s boy-cunt. He has to fuck the boy at least three times a day. And, Hank is starting to like it better than pussy, whether he wants to admit it or not. It may be his son’s boy-pussy, but it is a pussy. However, Peter is learning that filthy, perverted, down and dirty sex can be exciting and that it 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 genuinely 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 horseshit. I am sure this is the ultimate goal for Hank with his 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, 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. 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 ass-cunt.
I’ll keep you posted on Peter’s development on the farm and at school. What wonderful, productive, rewarding fun times for all of us.
Well, things are going smashingly with Peter and our work with his family to educate him. So much happens each day, it’s difficult to keep abreast of events. At school, Peter was beaten up rather badly by four boys, so I guess our letters to the jocks and bullies of the school, along with photos of Peter sucking dick are working. It was somewhat humorous to see him all battered and bloody, sent home by the principal for causing disturbances. He had a thick lip, a black eye, some bruised ribs, and his nuts were swollen from being kicked, but nothing to get in the way of his dick sucking or fuck responsibilities. I sat him down and gently masturbated him (not to orgasm, of course, just to a good drip) while I explained to him that it was only natural for normal healthy straight boys to want to beat and kick the shit out of faggots. I told him that part of his responsibility, as a fucking faggot in life, was to allow real men and boys to do this. I knew we were making progress because, for the first time, he didn’t object that he was not really a faggot but had been forced into this by his father, my friends and me. He knows if he ever tries that excuse again, he will be punished forthwith. So he sat, crying, listening to me, as I masturbated his big teenage prick and when it got a good drip going, I scooped it up on my fingers and had him lick it off. This too he did without a moment’s hesitation. He has swallowed so much fuck in the last few months, I expect swallowing more is now a simple reaction without thought. That is precisely what we want. I was so pleased by this that I mounted his face and fucked my dick down his throat for twenty minutes or so.
His father told the principal that Peter would be punished at home, for causing trouble at school, and so that he would not have to go back on his word, he beat Peter’s ass soundly with a leather belt. To show his love for the sixteen-year-old colt, he then allowed Peter to suck his asshole. Sucking Daddy’s asshole is always a special treat for the boy, as it would be for any teenage lad.
However, I was not happy that the boys at school are not making better use of Peter’s ass and mouth, so I went to work. I made Peter telephone one of the school bullies and beg him over the phone to allow him to suck his dick. Peter was terrified, of course, as this real tough jock with a steady girlfriend and everything was one of the boys who had beaten him up. Well, I told Peter he should promise to pay the boy fifty dollars if he could suck his dick. It worked like magic.
The next day the bully and three of his friends all used Peter’s mouth as a cumdump. Even high school boys with girlfriends can use a good place to unload during the school day. Every day since then, Peter has had to suck one or more dicks, sometimes as many as eight. They also continue to beat him up, but not as seriously. They merely punch him around a bit.
Today, I had Peter send an email to the eight boys who have used him asking them to spread the word that he is available to other boys in the school, and adding as an afterthought, that he also loves to drink piss. Peter is now so terrified of going to school in the mornings that he can barely speak. He shakes and can’t eat breakfast. He vomits it up. It is quite humorous. When I drop him off, I can see one or more of the bullies waiting for a dick suck before classes start. Peter is literally shaking as he walks up to them. They greet him by slapping his face or head or kneeing him in the nuts. I warned Peter that if he ever lifted a hand to one of them, fought back or resisted in any way, there would be hell to pay.
At home, Daddy is fucking him every night. Sometimes he now sleeps with Hank with Hank’s dick up his ass. You can have fun imagining the positions they get into. That way, they can both cum several times during the night. Hank has started to take his morning piss in Peter’s mouth, and it will only be short time I am sure before he uses the boy as a full-time toilet. I have always thought the sight of a big pissing dick is breathtaking, especially when the object of the piss is the face or mouth of a teenage boy. I am astonished that there are not more classical paintings of dicks pissing. I am not putting down the look of a good cunt pissing, but a pissing dick is heavy and hanging, and it’s visually more pleasing to me.
My friends continue to stop by to fuck Peter. Last Saturday we took him to an after-hours party at a local gay bar and had him ass suck and dick suck over twenty guys. Then those that stayed, eleven of them, got to fuck Peter in the ass. After, we made him shit the cum into a jar, and then drink it. As you can well imagine, he gets pretty fucked out at these affairs. He hardly knows where he is or who he is at times. We keep feeding him drugs and Viagra to keep him going. Not even a well-hung, healthy teenage boy can get fucked for twelve hours straight without some damage. And my friends, like me, tend to fuck very hard.
But I know what you want to hear about. How are things progressing on the farm fuck front? Well, Peter now cleans the barn of horseshit every day using only his mouth without complaint. Of course, it was difficult to complain with his mouth full of horseshit! Ha, ha. Seriously, he has adapted as boys his age so often do, to this new degradation. I am pleased with that. His dad and I have started to get his ass ready to become horse cunt by working three fingers up his hole and spreading them and moving them around. Soon he will be fist-fucked. His father loves the sounds of his son’s screams as we do this ass stretching.
Hank came up with the brilliant idea of getting him fucked by a Shetland pony first. If he can take pony dick, that will get him ready for full-sized stallion dick. We have procured the smaller horse. It has a nice dick on it about 16 inches long and as thick as the forearm on a well-muscled man, just the thing to break the boy in. It is still pretty cold in the barn and too uncomfortable for much fucking activity out there, but the weather this week seems to be taking a turn for the better.
I have added a new chore to Peter’s barn routine. I have started him masturbating the horses. He has to jerk off the animals every other day. He must also masturbate or suck off the four farm dogs. (When I say that I like to give a boy Peter’s age some responsibility and choice, he may choose which one he does, as long as three days a week he jerks off the dogs and four days a week, he sucks them off) You should see how sweet it is. Peter has but to appear near the barn, the dogs come running hard dicked and rub against him. The horses are a bit more skittish. I showed Peter how to tether them better to get them to stand still, then how to calm them down. I told him he must begin by gently squeezing and rubbing the big horse balls. Then he must lightly finger the foreskin of the horse, gently tickling it. He should stoop down and lick the horse’s balls to help the beast relax more. Then the dick will start to emerge.
Eventually, of course, I will have Peter using his mouth, but for now his fingers clean and gently rub the foreskin and the emerging horse pecker. I keep telling Peter how beautiful and awesome horse dick is. Then when the prick has erected, he is to take it in both hands and gently frig back and forth. Soon, he will also be licking the head of the horse cock, but I want to move slowly with the boy so as not to overload him. He is in a very fragile position.
You know how boys that age are. What with school, his father, my friends, me, and the dogs, and now the horses, young Peter has a lot to contend with. He must jerk the horse dick until the animal shoots, and then he must catch it in a huge tub we provide. The horse cum is then transferred from the tub into a canning jar, where it may be stored for Peter to drink or to add to his food.
Peter is not allowed to eat anything that does not have some piss or cum or shit in it, either animal or human.
I must say, all in all, barring the fact that we need to have patience with him as one must with any teenage boy, Peter is coming along nicely.
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 strictly 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 father 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. That is 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. It’s 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 fuck sack was more massive, 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 yearbook. 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 boy, and this would give him 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 because 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 became 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-ass naked out in the schoolyard. Some little kids playing nearby 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-ass 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 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. Hank snapped some pics for the family album. Then a funny thing happened, as he climbed naked over the fence, he must have snagged his nut sack, 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 instead crouched there, crying and shaking. Then we heard the back door slam.
“Young man, dale10 told me 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 covering his prick and nuts. That was not allowed.
“I was just hankering for a nice blow job, but if you think I am 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. Then Hank 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 horseshit 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 to 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. Peter 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’re not getting used to horseshit. We want you to enjoy your work, but to do that, the taste of the horseshit 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 horseshit.
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 horseshit about to be pushed out.
“You know we’re 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 horse’s 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 horseshit 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 of the wet, stinking horseshit flowed over his face.
“Eat it, Peter. Swallow it. Chew and swallow the horseshit, 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 watching 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 now you’re a filthy fuck pig! You’re 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 pig cunt. 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. I know 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 fortunate boy.”
I heard him gently crying in the darkness.
We have good news for everyone. Peter is 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 boy 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 worrywart. 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 nut sack 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 an excellent 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 that 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 genuinely 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 adorable freshman boy whose job it was to suck my dirty used rubbers clean. I was always really 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 is that 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 his nice decoration so he couldn’t remove them until we got home.
Well, once home, Hank was 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, which was pretty gross, so we had to cut the bands 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 still have a really stunning special event for the evening. 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!
Hank was so honored that Pastor Robert would choose Peter. Hank asked precisely 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 only tied. Hank just glowed and said how beautiful his son would look crucified.
He asked if Peter couldn’t actually be nailed, but Pastor Robert advised us that that could cause severe respiratory problems and even death. Hanging that way can make it really hard to breathe. 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 that of our Lord! 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 sometime 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. Hank wondered out loud as he was sticking his big toe up his son’s ass if she might be able eventually to get his entire foot up his young ass. I allowed as it was entirely possible.
I have been preparing Peter’s father for the reality that once he is horse fucked that he will most likely lose control of his bowels. Hank thinks his son in diapers for life will be so sweet, so I am glad that hurdle has been crossed. Hank suggested building a large playpen 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 typical teenage boy into a mindless fuck pig 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, 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 to 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.
What a wonderful and inspirational Easter. Peter appearing in the Easter pageant held by the private group of clergy led by Reverend Bob was just amazing. His dad was so proud of him, as was I.
We were invited, of course, because, after all, Peter was playing the starring role of Jesus. We had a wonderful dinner served by seminary students dressed as Roman soldiers who wore nothing under their short skirts. Their beautiful teenage dicks and balls were free for us to fondle all we pleased. During dessert and after dinner liqueurs, the seminary students gathered at the back of the hall.
Then most dramatic recorded music filled the room. It was from some epic film score, but I couldn’t remember which one. However, it was most appropriate. The lights dimmed and a follow spot worked by Father Sebastian hit the rear double doorway. Through the door came two seminary students with spears, followed by the star Peter. Peter, playing Christ, was bare-ass naked, of course, his beautiful teenage dick and balls swinging. They must have been masturbating him before the show because while he was not totally hard, his cock was thick and long and leaking. His slender body is putting some muscle on it from all the exercise that he is getting around the farm, and even though he still looks youthful and lean, I can tell he is maturing. He was beautiful. He had a real crown of thorns on his head, and blood trickled down his sensual, sexy teenage face. As an inspirational touch, thought up by Pastor Bob, Peter also had a tiny crown of thorns around his dickhead, and the tender dick skin was punctured just enough for it to bleed. It wasn’t until he passed me that I noticed he also had large thorns stuck into his scrotum. He stumbled down the aisle made between the two long tables, supporting on his shoulders a life-sized wooden cross. It was a heavy fucker too that I can tell you. The boy struggled under the weight. Behind him, two seminarians of about nineteen or twenty, dressed in full Roman harness but wearing no skirt, so their dicks and balls swung naked, urged Peter to move faster by lashing him with short whips.
With all the music and blood, and Peter screaming in pain, it was very moving indeed. When Peter faltered or fell, they would whip his ass globes until he continued his journey. We could see the lash marks on the pale ass cheeks.
Pete’s father was so thrilled he said out loud, “That’s my son playing Jesus!”
Most of the clergy seated at the dining tables had their dicks out and were masturbating. The red swollen lash marks on Peter’s ass mounds turned into gashes which started to bleed. Then one of the Roman soldier boys ordered Peter to stand still and spread his legs. The soldiers took turns then lashing their whips up between his legs to hit his ball sack! Peter’s screams of anguish filled the room and filled our eyes with tears. How our Lord must have suffered on that fateful day so long ago. They were not satisfied beating his nuts until the poor testicles slapped back and forth from the power of the blows and the fuck bag turned red.
Then they whipped his back to get him once more lugging the wooden cross. When they reached the front of the room, they tied Peter to the cross. Of course, they could hammer real nails into the boy’s hands and feet, as we didn’t want the boy severly damaged and this was only a play, but in honor of our Lord’s suffering, they did stick long pins, the size of knitting needles into the palms of his hands and then through to the wood.
Symbolically, they also stuck shorter, thinner pins into his dick stalk and fuck sack! Peter was out of his mind with pain, and to think, he did all this with only two rehearsals. Hank said it seemed the boy did have a natural talent for the stage. I had to agree. Watching his big teenage toes curl in pain and the spit fly from his lips, I got a bad case of leaking dick!
“I can’t wait to get my son home and fuck him,” Hank said.
After Peter was fastened to the cross, it was then set into a specially built stand. Then while he hung there, the seven last words of Christ were played on the sound system, backed by pleasant music, to which Peter’s live screams added so much. When he called out for water just as Jesus did, several of the Priests and ministers jerked off onto a sponge which was then held on a long stick for Peter to suck on.
Some of the soldiers taunted him by holding lit matches under his dick. Then they got the idea to stick five matches into the piss hole of his prick and burn them. It was beautiful. They turned the lights in the room down, so the only thing we could see was Peter’s burning dickhead. Of course, they put it out before much damage could be done. He will have a few blisters for a week or so, but nothing serious. Now, I know that business never really happened to Christ, but we figured if Mel Gibson in his much-lauded film could take such terrible liberties and be universally praised by Christians for them, why shouldn’t we? I mean, Mr. Gibson knows that biblically, Christ only received thirty-nine lashes, but in his film, he got over two hundred or more! So, what is wrong with adding a bit of burning penis? I know you are wondering how our boy Peter managed to hang for so long by his tied limbs without severe damage to his young body. Well, this is the creative part. There was a nicely carved wooden dick of thirteen inches, one inch for every disciple and one for Jesus. This wooden dick was thrust up Peter’s asshole, which as you know by now could accommodate it perfectly, so actually, Peter was seated on the wooden dick with only a moderate amount of weight on his arms, just enough to really hurt.
The audience was crying from the beauty of it all, and his dad and I were both masturbating like crazy, along with the assorted clergy in the room.
One of the soldiers reached up and masturbated Peter’s dick! He got it red, and throbbing and leaking and then left it that way with the crown of thorns more deeply embedded right behind the cockhead.
It was the most inspirational Easter I have ever sat through. After the show, the clergy all gang fucked Peter in his mouth and asshole. They also used several very large crucifixes on his ass-pussy and two huge brass candlesticks. One of the most touching sights of the whole evening was Peter crawling on all fours, blood running off of and out of his body, with a fifteen-inch brass candlestick impaled up his ass! Ah, those special teenage years. Any older and the sight would not have been half so erotic.
I thanked the clergy by inviting them to be guests at our special wedding ceremony to be held between Peter and the Stallion with the most enormous dick in the stable. This would not be for some time yet, as I am leaving the country for the Middle East next week, and we still have to get Peter opened up some. The Shetland pony finally arrived, and we are going to have Peter practice with the pony next week. The pony dick is only 16 inches long, so kind of a disappointment, but it is quite thick, thicker than my forearm. The stallion’s dick is twenty-three inches long, and the poor horse needs a girlfriend badly. So we have to prepare Peter for that.
A sudden burst of wintry cold weather has also put our plans on hold a bit. Not because we are concerned about Peter being naked in the freezing cold, oh, no, he cleans the barns naked every day and must be naked when he jerks off and blows the horses, but because the weather made it too uncomfortable for us viewers.
But for the present, we are all so proud of him and the part he played in our Easter celebration. It was the best Easter ever for many of us, and I am sure one which Peter will never forget.
Well, it’s my fault, not Peter’s. I fully admit that. I was gone so long that his animal training and his future wedding with the big stallion had been put on hold. His dad didn’t want me to miss the big event, so as much as they wanted to see their son fucked by a horse, they waited for me to return. Part of their reasoning was, perhaps, because I have had more experience with horses fucking boy ass since this is their first attempt. But to be fair, I did offer the services of some excellent friends of mine who are experts in animal/ boy intercourse.
However, having said that, I am touched and indebted that they did wait for my return. You know I have a special place for Peter in my heart. I have helped him since he took his very first cock in the mouth and up the ass. I have personally trained him and worked with him toward this goal. I would have hated to miss it. So while I was gone, Peter was kept busy sucking off the horses and dogs on the farm and sucking off Hank. What a lucky sixteen-year-old boy he is.
Whereas most boys his age are all stressed out wondering if this girl or that one will go out on a date with him, Peter has all the sex he can handle right in his own family and on his own farm. True, it may not be conventional sex, but then isn’t variety the spice of life? And I think that making a boy suck a dog’s dick and take doggie dick up the ass, teaches him something about humility.
And it is so cute watching him lying there bare-ass naked with a canine prick up his ass, and another one shoved balls deep in his mouth. His father is so proud of him. He has stopped thinking about the things that most foolish sixteen-year-old boys think about like a driver’s license, and dumb stuff like the latest movies and songs. He is much too busy sucking horse cock every day to have such frivolous hobbies.
And his dad has been helping him too, teaching him to take more and more horse cock down his throat. It’s just not good enough to suck the slime-coated horse prick and lick the big horse nuts; one has to learn how to let the huge cock actually fuck the throat. This is a skill a boy of sixteen has to acquire.
At first, he will gag and puke saying that his throat is being ripped out by the huge dick. He may lose his voice or develop a permanent raspy voice, but that can actually be kind of sexy. Every day a boy should be taught to try to take more and more horse dick down his throat. The fact that the horse prick leaks constantly should help to lube the throat. The boy has to learn to breathe on the outstroke. He must also learn to fondle the enormous horse nuts while he sucks the dick, so the animal has an outstanding sexual experience.
I am proud to say that even though horses cum copious amounts, Peter has learned to swallow it all and even more important, to keep it down without later puking his guts out. This is an outstanding development, and one I commended Peter on. If you met Peter now, you might think he was not normal.
He has become very sullen and quiet, and he hardly talks at all, but that is just his submissive nature taking over. When called on to perform ass sucking or shit eating, he shows all the enthusiasm required. After all, who wants a loud, chatty teenage boy around the house, when you can have a quiet sucking one instead?
Peter’s dad has taken a liking to taking a dump in his son’s mouth. He squats right over the boy’s face and drops his turds right into the open mouth. Peter then dutifully chews and swallows. This too took some hard work and a belt to the ass and scrotum to accomplish. But Peter, even though he may resist at first, always seems to come through in the end after enough training. He now eats shit like a pro. I often take a leisurely dump in his mouth after dinner. I do think he is charming when his face is covered in shit. I wonder if the kids at his former school would agree with me. I know lots of girls there thought he was really hot. Would they feel the same looking at him with a shit log sticking out of his mouth?
Peter still gets out of line and protests from time to time. His father and I have warned him that he must do whatever we tell him to, no matter how disgusting or disturbing. If he just does that, we can all get along fine. I have patiently explained to him that our sexual pleasure is directly linked to making him do the most degrading and humiliating acts we can think of. And it’s his job to do them. If just accepts that, we will all get along fine.
His father allows him to masturbate his teenage dick almost every night without cumming, so he gets lots of normal sex too, more than most boys his age. His father warned him, more than once, that if he dared to cum, he would cut his dick off and have it pickled in a jar for him to keep on his dresser. He would label it, “My Beloved Penis at Sixteen.” Hank doesn’t much care if he keeps it or not as he is only interested in Peter’s mouth and asshole.
Well, it’s not really an asshole anymore. It really does look like a cunt now all stretched and more oblong than round. I often make Peter spread his long boyish legs and show his cunt. I will hold a mirror down there so he can clearly see how his asshole has been turned into a pussy. I will comment to Peter on its pussy-shape and on how well it is progressing. Strangely, he doesn’t seem as thrilled at his cunt development as I am. I tell him how important it is for him to work his cunt so that it is large enough for when the horse fucks him. We are stretching it for his own good, for his own comfort when he takes his new husband’s cock.
I know it is rather odd to think of a horse as the husband of a sixteen-year-old boy. I agree. I have seen many horses fuck boys and have never thought of it as a marriage. I am doing that mostly to please his parents. They so want to see their son become the bride of a stallion. We are going to have an entire wedding with Father Bob in charge of the ceremony. We will have a reception with friends, and then we will all go to the bridal chamber to watch the stallion fuck his new wife, Peter. It should be quite beautiful.
Peter’s father says it’s a dream come true. We will have a doctor at the ceremony, of course, in case the horse gets a bit rough with his new bride. If we had suitably fisted and worked Peter’s cunt enough, there shouldn’t be any serious problems. We expect it to hurt unbearably, but that is part of the enjoyment. If he passes out, we will piss on him to wake the boy up, so he doesn’t miss any of the action.
I once saw a fourteen-year-old boy horse fucked with the only permanent damage being that after the fuck, he couldn’t hold his shit in anymore and had to wear diapers. We have already prepared Peter for this. His humiliation at the thought gave both his father and me huge erections.
So, this weekend we will have Peter fucked by the Shetland pony. That should prepare him. Then in two weeks, it is the big wedding and consummation. You can be sure I will share the event with you in great detail.
Well, we had kind of a trial run with Peter. He got his ass fucked by the Shetland pony. There was no fanfare, no party, and no witnesses, except for his dad, two of my friends and me. We wanted to see how much the boy would freak out, and how much horse dick he could actually take up his ass. To get him ready for the event, we gave him a dinner of horseshit and piss. We all stood around masturbating while Peter knelt naked to eat huge horse apples and lap up strong smelling horse piss.
Peter, of course, had extensive shit eating training. He often ate our shit, and I supervised his eating of horseshit off the floor of the barn. He has also sampled dog shit, cow shit, goat shit, sheep shit, cat shit, bunny shit, and well, you name it. So his meal of horseshit was not too traumatic for the teenage boy.
The poor boy looked so unhappy because he knew what was coming and he was really freaked out. I knelt down and played with his big nuts and dick while he ate. I fondled his sixteen-year-old scrotum, feeling the built up cum in the fuck sack. The swollen sack is full and ready to burst now. Stretching a boy’s nut sack does help. You can put two inches on the sack easily. With more diligent work, you can stretch a scrotum four or five inches. It’s just a bag of skin, after all. I also gently frigged the boy’s teenage prick, trying to bring him some pleasure while he ate his horseshit.
Our work with the boy was paying off because, although he looked sick and tears ran down his face, he never barfed. He kept all the wonderful horse apples and piss down. Once again, I was so proud of him, and I told him so. I worked my hand up into his asshole while he knelt there eating his meal. His ass is very cunt like now.
After dinner, to get the boy ready for the pony, Hank, my two friends, and I all fucked the boy’s ass and deposited a load of cum up there. That would give him some natural lube. Hank was a bit upset that Peter was not more responsive to the fucks. He hardly pushed his young ass out at all, and didn’t work his cunt muscles as well as he had been taught to do. I cut the boy some slack and explained to Hank that he was in a kind of state of shock because of what was going to happen to him. It’s not every day you take the dick of a horse, even a Shetland pony, up your ass.
We had been building to this for months, and Peter knew what was coming. He knew he would be somewhat damaged and never be the same again. He knew that in the future, he would only be fit for horse cock as he would be too stretched out for human cock, whether he considered that a blessing or a curse, I don’t know. I promised him that even though he would be a lousy fuck, we would still fuck him for old times’ sake and that he would not have to fear not having sex at sixteen, as we intended to make him service all the horses with his cunt on a daily basis.
He is such a cute strapping boy, with such excellent muscle forming. What a catch for the right girl. Too bad the only thing to catch him will be a stallion with a twenty-inch prick! Oh, one of the guys present was a doctor just in case of some kind of problem. You know a boy’s guts, and intestines can get really twisted up when an animal dick or any object goes in that far.
I remember working a baseball bat up the ass of a thirteen-year-old boy once. Getting it in wasn’t the problem. The problem is that anything like that actually rearranges the boys inside, and you have to hope that the boy’s system adjusts. If it does, then the boy will be fine taking large objects up his ass-pussy, but if the insides do not realign themselves, then you have a serious medical problem. Also, of course, an infection can set in. I always have the boys on ample drugs to purify the system. The stretching of the asshole itself is the least of one’s worries. It’s the internal stuff that one needs to be careful to prevent complications.
Fist fucking a boy thoroughly for weeks before the event can really help. That alone can adjust his internal organs. You can actually use your fingers to move some of the intestines and to work more space up inside of him. Of course, the boy is in unbearable pain, but that is half the fun, isn’t it? I mean, Peter, for example, is never more beautiful than when he is throwing his cute head about in mindless agony. Oh, it is wise if you are going to horse fuck a boy to give him something to bite on like a hard rubber dick or something. That is so he doesn’t bite through his own tongue or lips from the pain.
To increase the fun, explain to the boy in great detail just how much it is going to hurt. Make sure he has a really good idea of the agony he will be in. That will get him to tremble with fear. I love it when a kid breaks out in a fear sweat and starts to shake. If you have ever undergone major surgery, you may know what I mean. Many patients on the table, before they go under start to shake. They shake so badly that their teeth chatter and their body actually stiffens and almost shakes right off the table. It’s an uncontrollable response. Well, that is really cute in a teenage boy.
There was one drawback to the event. The temperature dropped in a few hours from 79 to 43. It had been a lovely warm day, and we were sure it would be great in the bar at night. But, wham! A cold front hit us with everything it had. So, we had to allow the shaking Peter to wear some jeans and a jacket. I know, I know, it’s much more fun to see a boy animal fucked if he is bare-ass naked, but he was shaking so much, that we thought we might have to call off the whole event. After all, this was just a trial run with a much smaller prick than his new husband, the stallion, will have.
Except for that, things went smashingly. We made the crying boy first lick and suck the horse dick and the horse balls. When the animal was ready, we had Peter stand bent over against the stall wall, hands pressed on the wall, and then we coaxed the pony to mount him. We had to line up the prick and wedge the horse cockhead into the boy’s gaping asshole. Peter whimpered and begged us not to make him do this. It was really cute. He repeated it over and over like a kind of litany.
Of course, when Peter is actually married to and fucked by the stallion, the relationship will be consummated with Peter in a kind of sling or harness, specially designed to protect him during the fuck. We want him fucked, not trampled, but we didn’t have to worry about that with the pony.
It was delightful. Peter screaming that the horse dick was too big before the animal even got half of it in him. That is so like boys his age. They don’t realize their own potential. Pete’s father just kept saying how proud he was of his son. Pete was yelling that is was killing him, ripping him open, so our friend the doc bent down to have a close look at the pony prick working its 16 inches way up the boy’s cunt. You see, we are careful about all of this. We want it to remain innocent fun. Doc pronounced the boy twat good to go, so we encouraged the horse to fuck deeper and harder.
Now Peter had been taking doggie dicks for months, but this was unlike anything he had ever felt. Fortunately, horses expel cum during the entire fuck, providing lots of lube. We were snapping photos and laughing and sipping champagne. Peter took more and more horse pick up his sixteen-year-old cunt. It was beautiful. Finally, it was evident that the horse cock was way up in the boy’s guts, so we hoped that he was now nicely rearranged for the much larger stallion dick. That much prick up a boy almost reaches to his heart. It is quite amazing really, one of God’s wonders, that a boy can take so much cock.
Well, it turned out splendidly. We now know that Peter is ready for the cock of his new husband. Oh, you should have seen his hole when the horse finally pulled out. Holy shit, it looked like he had just delivered a baby from his asshole. He was pretty much out of it, and we had to actually carry him back to the house where we prepared a nice hot bath for him. He was somewhat incoherent and unfocused. Doc said it was the shock.
Still, Hank was so proud of the boy, he just had to jerk off on his son’s face while Peter lay on the couch waiting for the tub to be full. We all decided to jerk off on the kid’s face. I mean, we had gotten so excited watching the pony fuck, you can hardly blame us, can you?
After Peter’s hot bath, he felt much better but really needed to sleep. Hank threw one last fuck into him, wanting his dick to be in the same hole that was just fucked by a pony, and then we let the boy sleep.
I think we are ready for the big event. Peter’s father is designing the wedding invitations and planning the reception. Father Bob is planning an incomparable service. It will be the wedding of the year.
Jesus, I am sorry, but Peter’s wedding has had to be postponed. The ungrateful little 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, I was 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 on 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 tortured and fucked by a group of drunken clergymen, he has been repeatedly fucked by his own father. 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.
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 father to lavish such attention on them? How many fathers allow their sons to masturbate for hours without cumming to teach discipline? How many fathers feed their boys their fat cocks on a daily basis? These fathers have made sacrifices for their sons, 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 Year’s Eve gangbang where he was the center of attention and the star. How many sixteen-year-old boys attend a party where they are fucked by forty or fifty 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 a discreet word that the fucking shithole was missing. I don’t know where Peter got clothing from as we always keep him bare-assed around the farm. It’s just practical sense when he wore clothes, they were always covered with horse and dog sperm. And then any time one of our guests wanted to throw a fuck into his boy cunt, 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 with his big teenage dick swinging and his 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 their 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 little cave over by the river. They dragged him out just as we pulled up, and Pastor Bob got some photos for our album.
What to do with the fucking cunt boy? 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 father and told him that his son he was ready to be horse fucked. Hank’s dick was pretty much hard around the clock in anticipation of the big event. And here the sixteen-year-old cock slut goes and lets us all down.
We dragged him sobbing and squealing back to the barn. He was screaming that he didn’t want to get fucked by a horse. He was afraid that it would kill him. That he was scared. He was 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 as I 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 said to 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 who is 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, and his big teen balls. When he passed out from pain, the teens that caught him, pissed on him to bring him around. Peter’s father watched with tears of disappointment in his 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. Hank had his cock sucked by his son, telling him all the while that while he still loved him, he was a naughty boy for running.
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-cunt. I also told Peter that having to wear diapers for the rest of his life was not 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, eat the horse turds and take care of the dogs, but he can’t get out of the barn.
Now back to our wedding plans.
I know that I have been remiss in keeping you abreast of the adventures of young Peter. That is only because we have had such enormous setbacks in our simple little plan to marry him to a horse. You wouldn’t think such a little romantic notion would cause so much trouble, but it just goes to show you that real life is very different indeed than fiction.
I did share with you that the little cunt tried to run away. Well, when we got him back, we tried our best to get his head back where we wanted it, but he was slightly hysterical and out of it. I masturbated him almost to the point of cumming thirty or more times, all the while whispering to him how perfect it would be for him to be fucked by the giant dick of a horse and how much he would learn to love it and what a fucking lucky boy he was to have this opportunity.
I reminded him that he wanted his dad to be proud of him, didn’t he? Look how much time and money they have sunk into this and then they have their friends who can’t be let down. Reverend Bob and all the clergy, and all of my friends have been waiting for months to see sixteen-year-old Peter get fucked by a horse. As I say, while I tried to soothe him, I masturbated him almost to the brink. Those of you who work with boys will know what I mean, to the point when the dick is constantly leaking but not cumming. To the point when the kid is irrational, almost senseless, in his need to cum. To keep him on edge that way for days or weeks at a time is a real skill, and I modestly say I am quite good at it.
He kept saying the horse cock would kill him. I explained to him that this was not the case. We have a special bench with an extended section at the rear which butts up against the horse’s back legs. This means that the horse cannot push more than seventeen or eighteen inches of dick up the boy.
Peter was ready to take this much. Most of the joy of the fuck would be from the girth of the horse dick, and Peter’s cunt had been prepared. But he was still hysterical saying that even eighteen inches of horse cock were too much. I reminded him that the stallion had a twenty-two-inch dick and that as his bride, it was Peter’s duty to eventually take it all to please his husband.
To help ease Peter’s fears, we decided to have a series of fist fucking parties to show Peter just how elastic and accommodating his cunt was. Four of us took turns fist fucking the boy. I should not say us. I must admit that fist fucking is not my thing, and while I enjoy seeing a huge fist shoved up the ass-cunt of a young boy, I seldom participate. Opening up an ass to be able to take a hand and an arm is also a special skill, and it is a job best left to the experts. I have some friends who are master fist fuckers.
I saw one of my friends take a thirteen-year-old one time, and over twenty-four hours turn that kid’s tiny virgin asshole into a great gaping yawning cunt hole, that looked like it had just given birth. You would swear that the hole of a thirteen-year-old boy could not stretch like that, but that is part of the skill of the fist fucker. He also has to ignore the screams of agony coming from the boy. The boys always swear that they cannot take it, they are tearing up and being ripped to pieces, but of course, the fist fucker knows this is not true. That is why he is a professional. The thrill for the fist fucker is, of course, to feel his hand actually up in the warm guts of a young boy, to move his hand through the bowels into the intestines of a warm living pain wracked teenage boy. To see the boy’s ass stretched to monstrous proportions, unbelievable in width and amazing to see.
I was at a party a couple of years ago, where we took a doll, you know, a life-size baby doll and shoved it up into the ass-cunt of a twelve-year-old faggot boy and then as party entertainment made him give birth to the doll in front of all the party guests. It was hysterically funny. In the course of my exotic travels, I have seen the fist-fucked holes of young boys take puppies, cats, snakes, rats, melons, baseball bats, fence posts, bed posts, flashlights, golf clubs, hammers, monkey wrenches, power drills, shoes, gun barrels, tennis racquets, bottles of every size, and much, much more.
I must admit there is a certain kind of man who delights in seeing what he can shove up the ass of a young boy. It’s a special kind of sexual desire. Is it the challenge of trying to stretch the ass inside and out? Is it the pleasure of seeing the kid in unspeakable agony? I would say probably a little of both.
What bothered us about Peter is that he was doing so well psychologically. We wanted him to breed with his husband like a good bitch without any fetters or shackles. And now suddenly we had to restrain him to even fist fuck him. I don’t mind telling you that Hank was beside himself. You invest years and years trying to raise a boy correctly, and then you just never know how they will turn out. I blame myself partly. I was too easy on Peter. I wasn’t always as strict as I should have been. You think back to the times when he screamed and begged, “No more...for the love of god…no more.” and you would listen to him and not shove that extra inch of the dildo up him, or not stick the extra pin into his scrotum. It is difficult for even a professional to know when a boy has truly reached his mental and physical limit. Of course, the goal always is to stretch that limit.
So we fist-fucked him to prove to him that there was nothing to worry about getting horse dick up his ass. That is not strictly true, because the hands and arms of a guy can be carefully controlled while the swollen leaking dick of an animal is much riskier as you cannot always have complete control of where or how hard that dick is entering the kid’s guts.
We also had to be careful with our fist fucking, because we don’t want to diminish any of the pain that the horse dick will bring him. What would be the fun of seeing a kid get fucked by horse dick if he was so stretched out he didn’t even care?
Peter has lost a lot of weight. Probably as a result of the horse and dog sperm diet he has been on. We try to make the major food substance he eats fuck slop. Of course, we give him vitamins. He drinks piss with most meals now, but Hank doesn’t like that fact that after a while the boy’s body has taken on an acidic odor. So we also have to see that he drinks lots of water.
Anyway, we don’t mind that he has lost weight because that way we will actually be able to see the horse cock inside his guts via the bulge in his tummy. We may even be able to feel it. Hank had to get in on the act fist fucking his son. But never having done it before, he botched things up and really hurt the boy.
Well, nothing serious, but it was kind of a mess, he couldn’t get his hand back out again, kind of like the knot on a dog’s dick! It was pretty funny actually because Hank had to walk into the bathroom from the kitchen with his hand shoved up Peter’s ass-cunt. The kid was on the very balls of his naked feet, screaming as Hank gently walked the boy to the bathroom where we were able to extricate the hand.
For those of you who don’t understand why we are so hung up on Peter for this whole thing, I must explain to you. First, it is not often that you get a boy’s father so behind a project like this. He is such a wonderful person and entirely committed to fucking up his son in any way possible. Second, Peter is that rare kind of kid who looks exquisite when he is in pain. He looks much more beautiful in pain than he does in everyday life, ergo, he should be kept in pain as much as possible, right?
I think the cover of the wedding invitation is so fucking cute. Hank is something of an artist and designed it himself. The cute cartoon of the young boy getting fucked by the horse is so appropriate for the wedding don’t you think?
The inside of the invitation reads:
Well, the big day is come and gone. We are now in the throes of that kind of let down one feels after preparing for months for an event, and then having it suddenly be over. Still, it was a magnificent once in a lifetime experience. I am speaking of course of young Peter’s wedding. It was the kind of wedding one dreams about where everything comes off perfectly. You know that we were worried after Peter tried to run away and put a significant delay into our plans. We spent a good week before the actual ceremony fist fucking him repeatedly to get his pussy ready for Thunderhead.
I paid for and brought in a special horse wrangler who has worked with stallions fucking both girls and boys. This guy not only knows the ins and outs of his trade like how deeply to let the horse cock impale the boy’s rectum, for example. He is also willing to do workshops to show other family members how to monitor the animal-boy fuck so that when he leaves they can continue to administer the intimacy in a safe, healthy way.
I know there are some of you skeptics out there who will maintain that a sixteen-year-old boy getting fucked by a horse can never be safe and healthy, but I need to remind you that human beings are very adaptable and many cultures in our world have rituals and practices which we would consider barbaric or unsafe!
The day of the wedding, we kept Peter’s ass filled with a thirteen-inch dildo the size of a baseball bat. We also kept his inner pussy well lubricated so that by the time the ceremony came round, he would be wet and juicy for his new husband.
We had decorated one end of the barn for the wedding, built an altar and had a special place for the horse as well as for Peter. The one hundred or so guests met up at the house for cocktails and treats. Then we all went down to the barn together. It was a lovely day, perfect for a wedding.
I was led down to sit in the front along with Peter’s two classmates and my dedicated friends who have been instrumental in the boy’s education. When we were all seated, Pastor Bob appeared at the altar. The groom emerged to oh’s and ah’s and a smattering of applause. He is a beautiful big black stallion, very handsome. What a lucky little faggot Peter is to have such a stud for a husband. The program for the ceremony included a photograph of Thunderheads massive erect horse prick so that all could see just what a magnificent beast he is.
When all was in place, the bridal march commenced and Peter’s Dad, looking elegant in a white tuxedo, entered with the bride. Peter looked beautiful, crawling down the aisle with a silver collar on his neck and the chain held by his father. Peter crawled as he had been taught to with his legs wide apart, so his balls and dick swung properly. He had been given three Viagra and then masturbated, so his dick was rock hard and dripping. He crawled with his back arched and his young round teenage ass up high. When he moved, we could see the stretched out pink pussy.
He crawled to the altar, where he was allowed to stand, and his father took a seat with us. Peter then was instructed by Pastor Bob to reach back and spread his ass cheeks for the guests to show them his cunt. There was also a photo in the program of Peter’s cunt. I must say with all humility, I have seldom seen a sixteen-year-old boy with such a well-developed pussy.
Boy and horse stood at the altar. Did I mention that Peter had a lovely veil on his head? We could see through the delicate material that the boy was crying quite hard, and every now and then a few of his sobs echoed through the barn, bringing a smile to all of our faces. Peter’s prick looked enormous up there at the altar, sticking out and dripping strings of pre-fuck. One of the bride’s maids, a friend of mine named Hugo, removed the collar and veil from Peter, so he was totally nude in all his teenage glory.
The horse wrangler knelt next to Thunderhead and in a very calming, soothing way, began to massage the horse’s balls so that the enormous mottled pink and black cock would emerge from the sheath. Silence, except for Peter’s labored sniffling breathing filled the barn as the spectacular horse cock appeared. It was as thick as Peter’s leg and almost as long.
Father Bob began the ceremony, which was lovingly written by Pete’s father about gathering together in love to unite boy and horse. Peter was shaking so badly that at times he had to be supported by Hugo, lest his legs give out. He was scared out of his young mind.
One of the highlights of the ceremony was when Peter had to kneel and suck Pastor Bob’s dick in front of all gathered. Pastor Bob has a nice big prick so all could see Peter licking it and sucking on it and the big balls.
Pastor Bob spoke about the uniting and healing qualities of male fuck seed. Then Peter’s dad stood up in front of everyone, took a silver communion chalice and jerked off into it. He also has a dick to be proud of as Peter’s teenage ass can attest. He spewed a nice blast of fuck into the chalice and then handed it to Hugo who did likewise. There was a real curiosity among the congregated in the masturbation ritual. The chalice was passed into the first row, and any member present who felt the desire to unload could jerk off into the chalice. I contributed. Meanwhile, we had some lovely music and a solo, the nature of which I forget. I looked into the large chalice when it returned from the last row, and it was two-thirds filled with fuck snot, a yellow-whitish glue with clots of fuck floating in the thick fuck paste.
Peter meanwhile had pulled off the Pastor’s dick, and Pastor Bob jerked off onto Peter’s cute young face. The bride, of course, was not allowed to wipe it off. Pastor Bob raised the chalice and said a prayer to bless the fuck before offering it to Peter and the boy was told to drain the cup of the holy fuck! The boy had been warned before the ceremony not to resist or try any funny business, so he obediently raised the goblet to his lips and began to drink the fuck slime of every male at the service. It took him a while as the sperm moved slowly down his throat and was quite hard to swallow.
Then, when the cup was empty, the next part of the service began. The same chalice was held under the dick of the groom, and the horse wrangler began to masturbate the stallion. When the horse prick was throbbing and leaking, Peter was instructed by Pastor Bob to crawl down under the horse and kiss his new husband’s prick. Peter made us all so proud, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Of course, he has been sucking horse dick for months, so this was nothing new to him. But this was new for many of those gathered to witness the wedding. Some of them were openly playing with themselves as they watched the sixteen-year-old boy kiss and lick the horse cock! Peter was then instructed to continue the horse masturbation while licking the animal’s balls. It took some time, but at last the big stallion gave a snort and a stomp and shot an enormous load of horse fuck into the goblet.
Hugo produced two wedding rings. One huge one and one moderate one. The moderate one was put around Peter’s Viagra swollen dick and balls, ensuring that the throbbing prick would stay hard all through the wedding dinner and after. The other ring was placed by Peter over the still throbbing horse cock.
Pastor Bob then raised the horse sperm filled goblet and said another prayer. Then he handed the chalice to Peter, and he was told to drink the sperm elixir of his new husband. Tears were running down the boy’s soft sweet face as he swallowed the horse cum.
Then a delightful surprise addition to the ceremony, the big stallion began to piss. The piss shot out of his dick like water from a fire hose. Somebody thought fast and placed another chalice from the altar under the pissing horse. The rank yellow piss filled the cup and overflowed. Peter had just drained the horse spooge chalice, and now Pastor Bob, in a brilliant improvised moment, grabbed the piss-filled cup and uttered a prayer about the golden elixir of love being shared. He then handed Peter the cup of horse piss, and we all watched as the sixteen-year-old boy drained the cup with a sick look on his pretty face. These are big cups I am talking about, the kind you hold in two hands, like a trophy chalice. Peter gulped and gulped.
More and more stinking yellow animal piss went down his gullet, and his slender stomach began to bloat out. He stopped, and Hugo cuffed him on the back of the head and told him to keep drinking.
It was such a beautiful sight, watching a naked sixteen-year-old boy with a hard swollen prick gulping down a chalice filled with horse piss. I wish you all could have been there to share the moment. Then an even more amusing thing happened. Peter just couldn’t take all the piss, I guess because his still hard dick throbbed and started to spurt piss as well.
Applause and laughter filled the barn as Peter, in pain and humiliation, stood there pissing from his erection. If any of you have ever pissed with a half hard or fully hard dick, you will know that it can be quite painful and trying. The piss has to force itself out in spurts.
Pastor Bob then had the boy and horse join him at the altar proper. He had Peter swear to love, honor and obey his groom, to service and take care of him, to see to all of his needs. Then Pastor Bob pronounced them horse and wife. It was time for the bridal kiss.
This was unique. Peter was held by Hugo with his head bent back beneath the Stallion’s head. The wrangler stroked and petted the horse and gave it something to eat. I don’t know what. Whatever it was, it produced a tremendous amount of horse saliva. The horse spit poured out of the stallion’s mouth and down into Peter’s open mouth. This was something the boy was not ready for, I think, as he turned his head to one side to avoid the foul horse saliva, but Hugo slapped the kid and held his face still, ordering him to open his mouth. Horse spit ran all over the sixteen-year-old face filling his mouth. Only when it was full to the lips like a lake was he allowed to swallow.
Then the beautiful bride was dragged by Hugo around to the rear of the horse for the second part of the bridal kiss. Peter was told to kiss the horse’s asshole. Many people in the barn were now openly masturbating. Peter rebelled ever so slightly, so he was grabbed by the neck and his face was rammed into the horse’s ass. He was told to shove his tongue as far as possible up the horse asshole. I could see that the boy could not breathe and that Hugo would not let him breathe until he was tongue fucking the animal rectum. It only stands to reason. A bride needs to learn every inch of her new husband’s body. How else can she properly serve him?
Well, that ended the ceremony, but the evening was just starting. Now we all looked forward to the wedding dinner and reception, and then the moment when we would watch as Thunderhead fucked his new bride to consummate the marriage.
Peter was shaking quite badly by now and looked in shock. I hoped he would make it through the evening.
After the ceremony, Peter stood with his new husband, the beautiful stallion Thunderhead, to greet his guests. Well, he didn’t stand exactly. His father stood and shook hands, but Peter knelt, and when each guest approached him, the guest would unzip, and Peter would suck the guest’s dick for a few moments. It was a really nice touch. The wedding photographer took photos of Peter with each dick in his mouth. One of the horse wranglers masturbated Thunderhead so all could see what a magnificent groom he was, and the wrangler collected the pre-fuck spooge in a silver dish.
After a copious amount of pre-fuck was collected, he handed the dish to Peter to drink. Peter looked a bit scared at times and not too healthy, but I think it was just the stress of being a bride. After the receiving line, the guest went to the tables for the wedding dinner, and Peter and the family posed for some wedding photos. Peter was asked to take Thunderhead’s enormous pink and black dick in his mouth and suck it like a devoted bride. The sight of a sixteen-year-old boy with a horse dick in his mouth is so heartwarming. I just wish more parents could see their kids so well taken care of. Peter’s dad kept whispering to his son how wonderful that big fat horse cock was going to feel up his ass. Hank told the boy he would never ever be the same again after his first horse fuck! Peter kind of whimpered and cried a bit, again just all the excitement I think. We took some nice shots of Peter licking his husband’s big nuts also. Hank wanted some photos of Peter sucking on the horse’s asshole, so we did that too. While watching his son with his tongue up the horse’s asshole, Peter’s father was heard to say, “I am so proud of my boy. He has come a long way.”
Hank took a belt to Peter’s ass so that it would be attractively red for the consummation ceremony. It was so hot to see the kid’s muscular smooth young ass cheeks turn a dark red. Hank also allowed me to whip the boy’s ass, and at my request, his nuts as well. I like a boy’s balls to be a bit swollen at all times. It makes him aware of his purpose in life.
Thunderhead was snorting and stomping from all the attention, so we collected the horse spit and snot in a silver cup and had Peter drink it.
On to the bridal dinner, Peter and his husband sat at a raised dais at one end of the barn. Well, the horse stood and ate his dinner out of a special silver trough. Peter was served grilled horse pizzle, fried amourettes, and fresh horseshit on a large silver platter! When the guests saw this, they laughed and applauded. Peter sat there, tears running down his cute face, looking down at the enormous pile of delicious food. He was also brought a large clear wine glass filled with horse piss. Hank did his son a special honor by jerking off his own large dick on the food, so the horseshit was covered with ropes of his father’s cum. It was a nice touch. Peter protested that he wasn’t hungry, but Hank stepped in and said he had to eat every bit of the special bridal dinner as his guests dined on Kobe filet mignon. Electrical wires were attached to his full young nuts, and he was given shocks to encourage him to eat everything.
Luckily for the past few months, we had been getting Peter used to the taste of horse and dog shit and animal piss as well. Many of the guests had never seen a sixteen-year-old teenage boy eating shit. It was quite a treat for them. He was given no utensils, of course, but had to stick his face down into the platter of food and eat it that way. Soon his entire face was covered with shit and cum. It was so cute. We all cheered and toasted him. He was almost hysterical by now, what with being the bride of a stallion and all.
Every now and then, someone would clank a spoon on a glass, and we would all stop eating and watch Peter kiss his new husband. At first, the horse shied away, and we discovered it was because the bride’s face was covered with shit. So we reluctantly cleaned his face off and then watched them kiss. Peter was made to put his tongue in the animal’s mouth and also up into the horse’s nostrils to get all that nice horse snot. I tell you there wasn’t a soft dick in that barn, except maybe Peter’s. This embarrassed Hank who ordered his boy to masturbate to a full erection and keep it that way.
Pink ribbons were tied around his dick and balls, and pink bows were clamped onto his titties. Peter was so freaked out by now that he could not stop trembling. His young body just shook. It was kind of sexy. To think that only a year ago, this boy had been a virgin and I had been the first to fuck him. Then at the behest of his father, I had continued his education. How many boys of sixteen can claim that they have been ass fucked over one thousand times? Yes, Peter is an extraordinary boy.
For dessert, we had baked Alaska. Peter had a huge bowl of chilled horse cum. The chilling made the horse fuck thick almost like a pudding. During dessert, we all had a laugh when Pastor Bob stepped up to the dais and presented his dick to Peter to suck. Peter, his face coated with horse spooge, had to stop eating animal fuck and, instead, suck the preacher’s fat cock. Then, after unloading down Peter’s throat, the minister proceeded to piss all over the boy’s face. This almost brought down the barn with laughter. Some of the other guests decided they too wanted to piss on the bride, and soon Peter was covered and dripping in urine.
I fully understand this desire to piss on a teenage boy. Boys of that age are often so cocky and also so very cute. The idea of taking such a kid down a peg or two by hauling out your dick and unleashing a torrent of piss onto his face and into his mouth is very refreshing. It is symbolic of defiling innocence. This sweet innocent face is being covered with piss! He is being inducted into the real world of piss and shit from the protected world of childhood.
Well, dinner was over, and it was time for the main event. Peter was about to be fucked for the first time by his new husband. He was about to receive the supreme pleasure of a gigantic horse cock up his teenage boy asshole. He was so scared that he could not even walk by himself. Pastor Bob and I took his arms to lead him to the bridal bed. The guest gathered around close, all very excited. Many of them were masturbating openly. The horse wrangler had massaged the horse’s dick with oil, and it hung there in its twenty-two-inch glory as thick as the arm of a weightlifter. Slime hung in thick ropes from the pisshole. Peter held his breath and tried to back away, but we soothed him as we assisted him into the bridal bed. He was tied down on his back, knees back against his chest, opening up his boy pussy to his new husband.
The horse was brought over to stand above Peter. A wooden adjustment at the rear of the bench stopped the horse from fucking all twenty-two inches into the boy. We felt that a sixteen-year-old boy could only take fifteen to seventeen inches. Even this would disrupt his intestines, but we had been stretching and adjusting his internal organs for some time.
Hank made a little speech about how happy he was on this extraordinary day to see his son married. He said he knew Peter would make an excellent wife to this magnificent stallion. He told us that this horse had been picked for his sexual potency and that Peter would have to satisfy Thunderhead three to four times each day.
As I stood there watching, a tear filled my eye. I thought of all the teenage boys out there in the world who would never know a special moment like this, who would date girls, fuck them, and live mundane, normal lives. Only a few of us are ever permitted to touch the Gods, to reach greatness. What a very, very lucky boy Peter was. And I blush when I think that I played a significant part in all of this. The very first time I opened up his sweet boy ass, I had no idea he would someday be getting fucked by a horse. He started out as nothing more than a piece of boy ass, a plaything for my friends and me. And now, just look where it has taken all of us to this extraordinary event. Let the fucking begin!
Many of you have been asking me for an update on Peter, the boy who was married to the stallion. Well, there is little to tell, I am afraid. I mean there is a lot to say, but little of real interest. Peter is now living the regimented life of a female horse. From time to time his dad or brother rides him, or one of us stops by the farm for a Peter Ride. His asshole is so stretched from horse cock, that it is quite useless to human dick. His father was bothered by looking at the face of his sweet teenage son living life twenty-four seven as a mare to a horny stallion, so he had a horse head constructed which Peter wears all the time now, except when he is sucking dick. As there is nothing much for him to look at, we have not bothered to put eyeholes in the horse head.
He spends most of his day in his stall, waiting for the dick of his husband. Not to be unfair, we have also allowed the other four stallions at the farm access to the boy’s cunt. We like to make sure he gets horse fucked four to five times a day. There has been some internal damage, of course, to the boy, as we no longer restrict how deeply the horse cock goes into him. That just would not be fair to his husband and the other stallions. His bowels are so fucked up that he no longer can control his shit, but we knew that would happen. His intestines have realigned themselves and stretched to accommodate horse cock. Of course, he gets terrible stomach cramps and pain in his guts, but that is just something he has to put up with.
We have a specialized saddle for when we ride him that has thumbtacks on the bottom, so they bite into his back, encouraging him to give us a better ride. Most of us like to wear sharp spurs too, when we ride him, with which to dig into his nuts when we want him to “gallop.”
All of his meals are now covered totally with horse cum. He drinks almost nothing but horse piss. A few times a week for a special treat, he eats a big bucket filled with horseshit. He no longer complains about anything. He no longer speaks at all. Pastor Bob has weekly counseling sessions with him during which they pray together that Peter becomes a better mare.
So happy is his father with Peter’s total transformation that Hank is seriously considering having Peter’s balls and cock removed. His father would like to keep them in a jar to remember his sexual times fondly with his beautiful son. If we do decide to castrate Peter, I am sure he will not protest. He doesn’t much care what happens to him.
I sometimes wonder what he thinks about if he thinks at all any more. He still responds to pain, so that is a good sign that we can even get more use out of him. Oh yes, for his seventeenth birthday which occurs in a few weeks, we are bringing in a dentist to pull all of his teeth. This is so that he may suck both animal and human cock better. It’s not as easy a process as you might think. To pull all the teeth takes time and patience. Also, Hank will, of course, allow no anesthetic of any kind. It promises to be an all-day affair, so we are turning it into a proper birthday party with a cake and drinks and inviting friends over and all. Peter will, of course, spend the entire day strapped in a chair getting his teeth yanked.
What a lucky seventeen-year-old he will be. He will not have to make all those nasty decisions in life that kids of that age do. Now his father cannot wait for the other son to come home from Iraq. He has offered me a generous amount of money if I start training him. Training a Marine could be fun. We’ll see.
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