In The Hole

In The Hole  Chapter 5

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

WARNING  This story contains every sick kink imaginable, underaged, snuff, scat, gay, I cover it all with intense violence, be warned.....rocco

We had a nice life, lot of sex, lot of fun, hikes, snowmobiling, skiing, Bri was masterful on his snow board, his hot pink suit sexy, his long blond locks flowing as he defeated gravity, his ass sexy as it contorted, mm mm, my girl. But we wanted that invite, both obsessed with the possibilites the Farm represented, so many sex toys at our mercy. Betsy did Thanksgiving perfect, Brian had shot the bird, my little hunter boy, she made lots of favorites, baked the best apple pie ever, we even let her eat from her bowl, at our feet.

   Thing about Betsy, I sometimes dug her, but mostly I wanted to humiliate her, something about a huge titted, fat ass slag, brought out the mean in me. Brianna needed no prodding, his hate of Betsy obvious, he was the jealous broad, kind of irritating at times, had to OTK him, hard, get his priorities straight, it was about me, not him, I drove the car.

  We did give Betsy a Thanksgiving night brown shower, sat her in a plastic kiddie pool, outside, her tits rock solid, one inch throbbing nipples, from the freezing cold. We both had the runs, ate way to much of Ms Piggys cooking, our shit drenching her, our piss all down her skank throat,  the way the steam ran off her shitted body, her shivering, puking, making her swim in it, pig, Bris taunt classic, made Betsy, masturbate for us, one hand diddling her over sized clit, the other shoveling our shit stew down her piggy pie hole.

   We hosed the slag down, how she shivered, danced, her tits flopping nice, we got her in the house, beat her senseless, lots of fist, loved to bitch slap her crazy, then we double banged her, her cums deep, her yelps frantic, left her used up on the floor. We showered, lay under our covers, watching Christmas Story, lots of hugging, kisses, no fucking, just love, felt like he was my wife, my partner.

  Talked it out, Bri was confused, his role as my wife, he felt like he should cook and clean for me. I faked horror, my wife would not do chores, that's why we had Betsy, giggled, told him, soon we would have a new slave, me getting tired of big tits, wanted something new, definitly younger, christ, Betsy was almost seventeen, an old maid, used up, her cunt a canyon, her ass gaped, she had no bladder or bowel control, her tits ugly, the scarring dramatic, burn holes are forever, even her face was fucked, lots of scars, her nose a mangled mess, Bri delighting in beating her ugly.

  Gave my baby the reassurances he needed, marriage was forever with me, took it serious, wanted him to be my partner, he would be submissive to me, my wife, I would be protective of him, husband knows best. His cock sucking supreme, he knew what it was about, the way he bathed my rod in his spit, lapped it up, got his sexy tongue into my piss hole, tongue fucking my cock head, sweetly fondling my huge, hanging balls.

  He could take me deep, nine inches, no problem, but better, he could move his throat muscles to work my cock,  stroke me good, my balls churning, my emotions soaring, my love for my little cock sucker expanding, perfect climax, I returned the favor, ate my babys quick load, he was frantic to cum whenever I sucked him, his words of joy, he always blew quick, ate my ass after, his way of saying thanks, I got it, would always dig his salad tossing skills.

  It came, the email from Joe, we were invited to a weekend party at the Farm, both of our cocks were rock hard, dripping pre cream. The email continued, Ricky and the Mexican boy, they named him Juanita, what else, were transformed, both had C cup tits, their cocks shortened to clit size, their balls sewn inside their body, all of their body hair lasar removed, both had their excess ball sack skin molded into cunt lips, sewn around their shit holes,the skin injected with saline to make the lips fat and soft, like Sally had. Speaking of, Joe let us know Sally was all done, the bikers having tortured him to death, no surprise there, he would give me a copy of the final torture session of Sallys sad, short life, we had the best friends, ever.

  Joe did tell us that they would appreciate it if we donated Betsy for the weekend party, needed a barbeque victim, we readily agreed, had to chuckle, Betsy was Joes daughter, mademy parents seem a little nicer, then the good news. We would be able to choose from several young pigs, fresh meat, unbroken, they were all orphans, abandoned, Joe and his pals kidnapped them, no one was looking for them, throw away children, the best kind, they already knew they were inferior, easier to reduce to sex dolls.

   We fucked like lunatics, I drove Bris ass so hard, we fell off the bed, our laughs heavy, got right back to it, how his cum sprayed me, mine buried deep up his boy cunt, we spent lots of time hugging, kissing, giggling about the coming weekend, decided to ease up on Betsy, wanted her fresh for her last weekend, she had served her purpose, was a stale cunt, nothing worse than used up cunt meat.

   We hardly slept that week, the anticipation heavy, Bri was so cute, how horny he was, I must of fucked him four times a day, his cum an endless rope of protein, baby was all excited, had to work Betsy some, we fed her lots of shit and piss, really pained her good, lot of electricity, nothing like live wires to torment, her tits flopping to beat the band, her yelps comic, when we did the bottom of her feet, how she screeched, I took Bri right there I was so turned on, her screams, the smell of her fried skin, Bris hot, slut body next to mine, it was all to much, he fed Ms Ugly Tits my pie, dropping a cute sized turd down her dirty throat.

  It was here, Friday, we would drive to Joe and Marys house, then follow them to the Farm, both of us wishing we could move time. We didn't feed Betsy for the last three days, nothing, just water, gave her a high velocity enema, she was cleaned out, dressed her slut obvious, a ridiculous bright pink spandex mini, her cunt exposed, her ass cheeks on display, six inch red, locked on heels, a black silk, see through halter that did nothing to stop her melons from flopping, she was ready for her final show, Bri teasing her, this was it, her last weekend, her tears, good, she understood, more fun if the pig knew her life was ending, mm mm.

  Jesus, we were so horny on the ride, Bri was stroking his cock, eating his precum, slurping up my presperm sauce, his nipples poking through his silk blouse, his black leather mini around his waist, FMPs resting on the dash board as he flogged his fat cock, his sighs of lust, sighs of lust to come so exciting, driving home how wild this weekend could be, to have a lot of young toys, throw away toys,mm mm, the possibilities endless. Got both of us under control, our clothes neat, didn't want to appear desperate, a good Dom was always in control. We did have Betsy use an oversized dildo on her cunt and ass, her yelps from the back seat intoxicating, would miss having such a well trained bitch, Bri and I filled an empty water bottle with our piss, the pig chugged it down, yelping with thanks. We were so fucking amused, the cunt was excited, her orgasms nonstop, on her way to her brutal death, well trained cow, indeed.

  Looked like a working farm, it was, except if you drove down an unmarked trail behind one of the corn fields, traveled that barely passable path for a mile or so, you arrived at a large nondescript barn, headquarters for the Farm, Jesus, we were stopped by two behomoths, carrying Uzis, looked like they lusted to use them. They were nice, but thorough, directed us to the entrance, one of them complimenting Bri on one of his movies, we had given Joe some of our kinky tapes to show the selection committee. My baby showed them his boy pussy, let the nearest one finger his pussy the other letting me know how excited everyone was to meet me, my reputation as a trainer high,  his offer, he had a thirteen year old son, still fuckable, but heavily trained in boy cuntdom, well disciplined,mm mm, have to love a well trained pig, again, Betsy was one such, would miss her level of devotion, glad we had so much video of her getting worked over, but, she had to go, nothing worse than an over the hill sex doll, seventeen didn't cut it.

   The main compound was well concealed, consisting of a large main lodge, several small cabins and an enormous red barn, Joe pointing out that was where the heavy shit happened, Bri and I wanted in there, Mary effortlessly guiding us towards the main lodge, claiming several important people wanted to meet us first, Joes reassurances nice, we were in, but folks liked to socialize before getting down to the good stuff. Swear Bri and I squeezed each others hands crazy as we entered the lodge, the open wide wrap around porch so inviting, all the furniture rough wood crafted.

  The lodge was open, the first floor one massive room, a full bar, pool tables, pinball machines, soft jazz playing, the fireplace centered, open all sides, the rock chimney twisting as it reached the forty foot rough wood ceiling, a work of art and engineering to be admired, the perfect centerpiece. The floor was polished granite, the walls wide plank oak, class abounded, no smoking, thank god for that, the decor continuing the rustic pattern, I easily reconized several  Emizian 18th century reproductions, the room spoke subdued money. The open floors above contained large rooms for sleeping and sex, most of the guests staying in the the cabins, or the nearby deep wooded cottages.

  The serving staff was made up of kids, all beautiful, professional, Mary filling us in, these kids were not abused bad, fucked silly, but good staff was hard to find in ones so young. We could molest them, but no sex till later, the staff was working, as one of them, a sweet blond girl, maybe ten, approached us, presenting the appetizers, while curtsying, perfectly done. Her outfit was hot, skin tight black spandex mini, cunt and ass displayed always, four inch heels, no top, her tits flat, nipples hard and long, collar of  black velvet, secured with a thick steel ring, her makeup slutty, lips bright red, god, I wanted to rut her right there, Joes laugh, my cock was tenting, she was young cunt defined.

All the servers wore like outfits, even the boys, Bri and I ogling the buffet of twinks, ass and cocks on display. There were only twenty or so folks in the club sized room, evenly mixed between sexes, Mary telling us these were the heavy hitters, she led us to a corner sofa, introduced us to Bob and Lisa, the elected leaders of the club. They were good looking, personable, we didnt feel under the microscope, rather they relaxed us, Lisa was one of those chubby girls who still exuded sex, her tits were rare oversized perfect orbs, no imperfections showing through her Hermes blouse,again, these people were money defined.

  They explained the ins and outs, their willingness to vouch for us as full time members, they loved our tapes, Lisa begging us to work their snotty brat kids, they had three, all would be available in the barn after cocktails, got to love the whole old world money vibe. Their introduction was short and sweet, as Bri and I wandered the room, checking out the stunning collection of art adorning the walls,sipping our wine, in lust at the cute as buttons serving whores, how sweet to see well trained young cunt, there was hope for this world after all. Bris cock was rock hard under his tight little mini, his nipples poking through his silk blouse, the way his heels added more definition to his already perfect ass and calfs, he looked so sexy, yet proper. I sensed others open lust for my fiance, gave him a quick kiss, told him how much I adored him, he swooned, his excited cock stained his mini, mm mm.

  As we socialized, everyone dying to talk to Bri, his willingness to be groped, fondled, deep kissed, I got many great feels of the young maids, all of them top of the line sexy, the girls cunts wet and inviting, the boys pussies hot and clean, but mostly I was willing time forward, wanted in that barn, wanted the good stuff, Bris whispers, he needed some relieve, cock dripping precum, his face sweaty, red, boy on fire, he did crave the attention.

  Having eaten, had cocktails, everyone relaxed, yet sexually excited, Bobs calling us together, we all walked to the barn, the air full of lust, blood lust, sure we all wore the grins of madmen, who wouldn't, this was our Christmas morning, time to open the presents, sort to speak. That door swinging open was so intense, trying to see everything at once, the excited voices, everyone pointing out some hot detail, stunning to see twelve naked preteen slaves in various states of bondage, like a flesh buffet, our mouths watering at the possibilities. To see such tender flesh subjected to heavy bondage, to see the terrified eyes of the meat, how we circled them, we were a pack of lions hunting prey, everyone looking for a compelling victim.

  We saw them together, Ricky and Juanita, they were tied to a cross, back to back, the cross spinning slowly, like an amusing piece of performance art, our giggles, they were over the top modified, huge tits, oversized nipples, all hair gone, even their manes, cocks reduced to just the head, their balls tucked neatly inside their lower body, how their asses looked like cunts, the excess ball sack skin making sexy cunt lips surrounding their well used fuck holes. That they looked so miserable cheered us, Lisas suggestion that we work them hard as they were both not working out, seemed Juanita still had that nasty Mex smell, and, well, we knew how tiresome little Rickys act could get.

  Bri was already rutting the illegal, with much tit slapping and nipple pulling, sweet to hear the dirty brown boy cry for mercy, no chance, no fuck chance at all. Standing in front of Ricky, the fucker ws beautiful, his body so slut feminine, his face still angelical, though much scarred. The way his stomach stretched as he hung from the cross, his only relieve from suffocation was by resting his feel on a block of wood, why I loved these people, they had covered the top of the foot rest with shards of broken glass, the bottoms of his feet sexy, bloody ground beef, nicely done,sexy the way his red painted toe nails accented the bloody mess of his soles, he had to make constant choices, bloody, raw soles or slow suffocation.

   The cross had a pipe midway, as I hung Rickys sexy knees over each side, legs fully splayed, his anus right there, wide open, begging, how vulnerable he was. I diddled his cute as a button cock head, he still felt pleasure, as his cock rose to its silly one inch length, a little precum ran as I gently tickled him, we both knew it was a prelude, I rammed my hamsized fist into his groin, where his balls lay under the skin, he screeched, farted out his pussy loudly, as he groaned, I ass banged him crazy, glad to be fucking with anger again, me and Bris sex was all to lovey dovey now, light went off, maybe Bri was starting to bore me, as I looked into Rickys deep blue eyes,felt his will power vanishing, continued my hard rutting, how good it felt to hurt this punk, the feel of his beefy melons just right, he had DD cup tits, on his elfish frame they appeared comical, well, Ricky was a clown, so it worked.

   Had a nice cum in the fags pussy, but I could not shake the thought that I was over Brianna, as I watched him ham for his growing fan club, he was deep drilling the sobbing darkie, that stinky fuck always seemed to be crying or getting ready to, Bri was also using his fists to pound Juanitas fat funbags, his appeared bigger than Rickys, perhaps because the Mexican was smaller still. Decided to take in the sights, Bris antics were getting under my skin, his need to be praised getting old, that type of behavoir was for victims, owners, true slave masters, did not give a fuck about others praise, it was about satisfying the hunger, the need to savage others, reduce them to nothing, all that matters.

  That feeling, this was the one, as I looked upon the tiny girl, she was in a swing legs tied over her head, trussed up so her cunt and ass were wide open, she couldn't of been more than ten, how innocent she looked, almost virginal, her cunt gave it away, it had the appearance of being well used, lips distended, hole gaping, mm mm, looked like she entertained the whole 6th fleet. Sexy little fuck slut, her tits nonexistant, nipples little red berries begging to be plucked, face so sweetly unblemished, blond hair long, flowing, perfect piece of meat, waiting for some attention, that she was alone my good luck. She cringed at my stepping in front, good, she knew I didn't want to hold her hand, my paws savaged her nipples, her cries music to my perverted ears, the way her taut belly flexed as I continued my nipple assault. I went to work on her pussy, yanking her lips nasty, how pliant her young flesh, getting three of my beefy fingers up her clam, harshly wiggling them around, hurting her good, her pleas sweet, my spit splattering her cutie pie face, that's called a definitive answer, no mercy for this cunt.

  Lisa at my side, her laugh, the little cunt in front of me was Carlene, Lisa and Bobs youngest child, a well fucked eleven year old pig, trained to suck cock and pussy on demand, could take a foot of cock up her cunt and ass, they both looked it, this little girl was already fucked out and she hadn't even got her period yet. Lisa telling me, so Carlene could hear, they would sacrifice her on her twelfth birthday, which happened to fall on July fourth, she would be the Holiday roast, mm mm. God, I loved to watch her eyes, so fucking blue, so helpless, as she digested the fact that her Mom was going to off her in less than a year, I had to do it, fucked her hard, deep, violent, her cries sweet, the way her snatch still had some tightness, only because she was so tiny, I could feel scarred tissue in her twat from previous abuse, quickly my fat, ruthless cock rubbed those old wounds raw, blood flowing fom her gash only got me hotter, rutting her comically fast, her blood splattering the growing crowd of onlookers, the happy thought that I stole Bris thunder, my souring on him was building, taking on a life of its own, idly wondering if I should swap Bri for this sexy waif attached to my ready to erupt cock. She was like a blank slate. the possibilities endless, an eleven year old fuck pig had much upside, Bri was over the hill at seventeen, his cuteness was waning, his arrogance growing.

  After depositing my dick snot up the preteens cunt, I realized I had a well soiled cock, bloody and spermed, quite nasty indeed, Lisa giggled, as if she sensed my unease with Bri, telling me he was coming this way, I got her implication, a true Master would make his lover boy clean his wood, and so I would. He took the bait, I loved him, but he never learned, as he had a first class hissy fit, begging, whining, calling me mean, everyone gathering around, their barely contained glee at the possibility that I would dump Brianna, leaving him at the others mercy. The silly boy went on, oblivious to the changing dynamic, he had gone from glamour boy to fuck meat in like forty five minutes, all because he forgot who was running this life, the same tune he played when I savaged him months ago, this was it though, enough, quite enough.

  The embarrassment of his pity show were heavy, my reputation was on the line, as I gazed at all the sexy young pussy arrayed in still such provocative poses, all of them leaking cum or blood, realizing if I played my cards right I could have access to all this flesh, made my decision simple, gave Bri a hug, told him to get our camera from the car, his sureness, he was so full of himself, his slutty smile as he sashayed from the room, his extra ass shaking rubbing my face in his supposed victory, stupid boy.

  As soon as he left the barn, I told the assembled Doms my plan, they erupted with much enthusiasm, Bobs quick  horse trade, Bri for Carlene, she would be mine to do as I pleased, Bri would be butchered tomorrow night, we would feast on his arrogant ass, I would leave Sunday with a sexy, young cunt, win win we all concluded. We would brutalize Bri tonight, let him ponder his impending death all day Saturday, feast on his flesh Saturday night, that sounded like a plan, again, the snotty little bastard brought it on himself. While we waited for Bri, Lisa undid her daughter, with no emotion, except contempt, handed her over to two young slaves, they would clean her, keep her safe till I took her home, my thanks to Lisa and Bob sincere, their giggles, they would more than even the score when they savaged Bri, who at that very moment returned from his errand, looking chilly, but as vain as ever, he actually looked in the full length mirror by the front door, fag, pampered fag, made a mental note to self, never, ever, spoil a piece of meat, this was my reward, being humiliated in front of my peers by this smug, concieted bastard, as my anger rose, so did my cock, knowing I had worked my bad self into a blood frenzy, I wanted Bri uglied up, his sweet face destroyed, his tits bloodied, his cock and balls shredded, mm mm, I was glowing, Lisa rubbing my ass, telling me how sexy I was, her wanting me to force the issue, she wanted Bri to clean my cock, oh he would.

  Wondered what I ever saw in the loser, he was totally clueless, as he strutted across the room, he actually stopped to chat with a Master, Bris back to me, the Dom facing me wore  just a trace of a smile, as he pretended to be cool with Bris lack of decorum, a slave was never supposed to approach a Master on his own, when on an errand from his owner, well, that was big time shit, you just can't have meat wandering around, they needed structure. Thing is Brianna knew all this, oh, he bloody well knew, as I had beat it into him enough times, I just thought he had learned, understood his role, but he didn't, and he never would, Bobs soft words, never fall for a piece of meat, it would spoil, that was sweet advice, Lisas softer words, as Bri decided he made his point and headed our way, they still wanted me as a full time member, my easy reply, I always learned from my mistakes, more, I always corrected them, and I would savagely correct this high toned fag openly mocking my authority.

   His eyes were leery as he approached me, as if he finally understood his errors, my gently demand, that he clean my still soiled cock, his look of poutiness, Christ, he was tiresome, he actually stated, fists on hips for emphasis I suppose, that he was leaving, everyones loud laughter, joke was on him, he would be leaving his life soon, real soon. He tried to run, silly fag, he wore four inch heels, his ass and tits flopping for everyones enjoyment. I got him good, a booted foot to his balls from behind, he was down, gasping, fetal position, hands on nuts, my foot parade loosened him up, how I stomped him with my cowboy boots, how I used the metal tips to bloody him silly, he was crawling, trying to escape, there was none, I would have my revenge, told him all this, that I loathed him, would relish eating his dead carcass, his tears, sobs pitiful, he was over, we were over.

   Made him stand up, his body a mess of bruises and cuts, his belly and tits shaking sexy with his deep, wracking sobs, little fag looked like he would hyperventilate at any moment, my fist to his face gave him a break, broken nose sure, but he got to nap a while, he was out cold, his ugly face all bruised, eyes looking piggish, blood pouring out his crooked snot locker, mm  mm, not so high and mighty now. Everyone gave me props, only way to handle a defiant slave, butcher them, they would only infect other meat, overkill was the right thing to do. Strange, I felt no sense of loss, I mean I considered marrying this cunt, now I felt only savage cravings, wanted to make this over the top violent, needed to show my peers my true nature, they already seemed to dig me, several of the Mistresss asked me to bed them later, right, like I was gonna lay with some ancient cunt when I had my choice of all this young stuff, I don't think so.

   Got a sweet idea, had little Ricky and the dirty Mexican taken down from their crosses, fun  in its self, as they each suffered from bloodied soles and severe cramps, watching their sexy modified bodies twist and contort in pain, quite a show. When they recovered enough to stand I told Ricky, ignoring the stinky darky who I loathed more than even Bri, that he and his ugly friend were to rape Bri, giving him a couple of twelve inch strapons, which he looked at with a little grin on his sexy boy face, maybe I would bed Ricky tonight, make sure Bri knew I was bedding his one time rival, on Bris last night of life, to boot, oh, I am a deviant bastard. He did look sexy, Ricky strutted around, everyone groping his tits and ass, mock praising his cock, telling him to hurt Bri good, everyone wanted to see high and mighty Briana come undone. I booted the stupid Mex in the ass ordering him to do what Ricky told him, had the sense Ricky would revel in abusing Bri, this could be interesting.

Finally sleeping beauty was awake, stunned, groggy, but he knew quickly that his nightmare was real, he searched for me, how his face dropped in defeat as he read my angry eyes, saw no mercy, his sobs coming in buckets, he crawled to my feet, started to suck my cock clean, as I let him, he got more into it, perhaps he felt I would reconsider, he would of been wrong. When I felt he cleaned me proper, I kneed his face, over he went, sprawled on the floor, told him Ricky and the Mex wanted his ass, fight or die, he cried, fag. With my arm around Ricky, mm mm, he was hot, his flesh burning with desire, the way his sexy ass rubbed against my thigh, Ricky was hot for me, would kill for me, nice thought that.

  As everyone closed in, forming a circle, I instructed Ricky to be savage, gave him a deep tongue kiss, he purred, the little sex fag. Had another idea, get Betsy involved, Joe, her Dad, laughingly telling me right now Betsy was on the kitchen cutting board, her flesh oiled, seasoned, ready to be butchered for our late supper tonight, Mary, her Mom, wanted us to go tease her, but I saw a way to further my legend, told Mary I had no desire to see a cow butchered, only that it tasted good, everyone dug my coolness, Betsy had served her purpose, no need to revisit a washed up cow. It would of been fun to let Betsy at Bri, but Ricky would do, as he made menacing faces at Bri, who was still begging, going around the circle trying to hug peoples legs, their nasty kicks, punches, spits, and taunts repelling him at every turn, finally he sat in the center, weeping, hugging his knees, perhaps willing himself away, not so fast meat.

  My loud voice made him jump, time to put up, fight or die, he at least stood up, I realized he could easily over match the two younger boys, maybe Bri would live. Looked that way at first as Bris long arms landed several blows to Ricky, the Mex no help, he threw faggy illegal slaps, what fun watching all that tit meat swing around. When Bri landed a shot to Rickys face, I thought it was over, but as Bri straddled Ricky to beat him good, the Mex leaped on his back, off they went, Bri trying to get the darkie off his back, Ricky was up fast, clever kid, grabbed an empty beer bottle on a stool nearby, and he got Bri good, right in the face, the bottle exploding, Bris face spewing blood, awesome, the glass had left a long,open slice across the fags face.

  Bri was actually crying, My face, My face, what a clown, as Ricky took the cuffs I gave him, also the quick peck on his ruby red lips, got them on his adversary with little trouble, how hard my cock got watching Ricky take charge, my lust for him getting overheated, I was definitly sleeping with him tonight, he earned it, I earned it. He got Bri on his knees, directed Mex to go ass, the darkie did it with relish, Bris screams nice, when Ricky got his huge dildo in Bris face, my ex, it felt great saying that, balked, begged, the worst thing he could do, the crowd egging Ricky on, he got our attention in stunning fashion.

  As we shouted encouragement, Ricky calmly used his two inch cherry red nails to gouge out Bris right eye ball, softly telling Bri he would remove the other one if he didn't take his face fucking. I was in lust, Ricky was a bad, nasty, sexy boy. How he choked fucked the loser purple, much puke, bloody tinged, spewed form Bris face when Ricky decided to let him breath, all the while Bris loose orb, still attached to its nerves, swung back and forth till it got crushed against Rickys pistoning pelvis, his eye fluid running down Rickys sexy thigh.

  I ordered Ricky to heel, my exact words, he obeyed flawlessly, though his glare at Bris destroyed face was pure hate, mm mm. Told him I was proud of him, he swooned, ordered him to curtail the stupid Mex, who continued to rut Bri like the Energizer Bunny. He was born to be violent, when the stupid darkie failed to halt at Ricks first call, wow, the way Ricky dropped the stinky boy, nasty face shot, mm mm. The way the huge dildo was ripped from Bris savaged anus classic, much blood as his anus appeared inside out, the dreaded prolasped shit hole, sweet, revenge is thy name.

  Party time,as I asked my gathered peers to show the worthless fuck on the floor, and also all the slaves watching, how arrogance is rewarded, they pounced like a pack of rabid dogs, Bris beaten body lost in a pile of flesh, his squeals and moans as they beat him, roughly twisted his tits till they bled, finally Lisa took charge, using her Violet Wand, to zap Bris still exposed anus, he started propelling his bloody body across the marble floor, by his knees as his hands were still cuffed behind him, very painful stroll for our boy. She shocked him silly, he kneed his way till he was in front of a low table. Lisas soft command for him to get on the table, of course as he saw the shackles welded to each corner of the table he balked, stupid cow. Bob went off, using a nasty looking leather belt, it had six strips of knotted leather, that it had pieces of jagged glass entwined in the knots made it a flayer of flesh, and soon Bris sexy white skin was a bloody fucking mess.

He managed to get on the table, his sexy ass pointing up for all to see, his busted face buried in the hard metal tables shiny surface, as if he was ashamed, he should be, all that he threw away, all because of his immaturity. Bob and some others quickly had him cuffed arms and legs so Bri was forced to stay in the doggy position, at our mercy.  As I carressed Rickys piggy body, swapped spit with him, I watched my new found friends give Bri what he deserved, a complete working over. Mary used her fist to punch Bris prolasped rectum back up his shit canal, his howls classic, then all the guys paired off to double stuff his gaping anus, he got five double bangs, and when they were done his shit tube was hanging a foot out of his ass dripping a nasty stew of blood, shit, and man juice, poor babys bum was broken good.

Joe played nurse, nurse evil, as he used Vicks vapor Rub to coat the hanging flesh, how Bri shook with pain, the shackles holding him firm, Joe stuffed the burning rectum back where it belonged, annoucing it was girls turn, mm mm.  Ricky was worshipping my fat cock, his eyes always staring into mine, complete want from him, funny, several days ago I hated Ricky, loved Bri, now complete opposite, life is a kick. Rickys one inch cockette was hard, dripping, he was excited serving me, that is key, as I considered taking him on, never again would I pamper a slave, if Ricky became mine, I would beat him every fuck day just because.

The girls went after his tits and cock and balls with savage glee, only using their nails they shredded his tit flesh, both nipples torn, his belly was hamburg, his cock a bloody mess, balls swollen and scratched silly, the stainless steel table covered in Bris running blood, his bloody pissings funny, as he could not control his bladder any longer, piggy boy. While the girls had their fun, I had Ricky lay on a table next to Bris, same height, mere feet away from Bris ugly face. Ricky was staring into Bris one sad eye, I was behind Ricky, my arm around him, my cock up his sweet young pussy, my lips loving his neck and shoulders, my eyes mocking Bri, made sure he knew how much I enjoyed his suffering, how Ricky had replaced him quick, his eye sobbed pity tears, I laughed, Ricky hucked a glob of spit into Bris open eye socket, I ruffled his bald pate with new found pride, Bri sobbed some more, all good.

Jesus he had a hot pussy, had a first rate rut up Rickys sexy cunt, his tits so much fun to maul, now sated, content to lay there, my arm hugging his hot body, his ass still rubbing against me, Ricky was mine. Just enjoying the freedom of unloading Bri, how sexy the blood dripping from his torso, splattered the table top as if in slow motion. Everyone was fucking the slaves, a final release before we ate Betsy, she was being roasted now, judging by the tantalizing aroma drifting from the kitchen. Gave Ricky some soft lovers words, his happy smile, see he din't speak much, prance, just accepted my love, never forgot his role, good boy. We both giggled at the dirty Mex, who was on the floor getting ass and mouth fucked hard, while a Master used a lighter on his oversized nipples, how the fag squirmed, giving all a fine ride, told Ricky I wanted him to be mean to the silly darkie all the time, I gave him that permission, his sigh, Ricky dug others pain, that is a sexy thing.

  Well our food hunger won out, Bob calling everyone for dinner, I had Ricky shine my soiled cock, he did not hesitate, his mouth working magic on my wood, his desire to please me compelling, his sexy eyes begging me, started to accept Ricky as my new lover boy, giggled at the thought of leaving here with Ricky and Carlene, sweet. When I got up to eat, as if by magic, a sexy teen boy, dressed in mini and heels, sexy little cock pointing at me, told me, sweetly of course, that he would prepare Ricky for my room later, mm mm, you aint getting that level of  service at Holiday Inn. Betsy was rolled out on a large serving cart, then several slaves placed the oversized platter in the middle of the monstrous dining hall table. Just like a pig, that is how she looked, an apple in her mouth, except she was trussed up on her back, her stomach was half assed sewn where they had removed her entrails and organs, there was a carrot sticking from her anus, her cunt overflowing with cranberry stuffing, how golden brown her butter basted flesh was, the garlic bits looking like sexy freckles, her body surrounded by potatoes and veggies, all quite mouth watering. Bob knew how to carve as he made quick work of her breasts, much smaller as the jell packs had been removed earlier before cooking her. I had a nice hunk of her sexy thigh meat, very spicy, hot little whore meat, everyone enjoying her flesh, I made a toast, to Betsy for being a good slave who gave her all, she did have a pleasing personality, everyone agreeing, then toasted Joe and Mary for raising such fine slaves as Sally and Betsy, the happy couple basking in my praise, I could get them to do anything for me, that is a nice power to have.

  Scanning the gathered diners, how full of life they all were, in shape, good looking, winners, the kind of people you wanted for friends. Caught everyone looking me over, sensed their respect, caught Lisas eye, her tounge seductively licking her greasy lips, her appeal heavy,  a fat, bouncy, happy piggy,  but Ricky was on my mind, funny how life keeps spinning round and round. Tried a slice of fried Betsy liver with carmelized leeks, not to my liking, but one of her delicate fingers, breaded and deep fried, awesome, not much meat, but the taste so sweet, like wild turkey. After they took the carcass away, the kitchen slaves would break the body down, using all the meat, make a soup stock of her bones, Betsy would provide lots of leftovers, good riddance to that fucked out cunt. Joe telling me that they would preserve her head, had a gallery under the barn, all their victims heads mounted on the walls, like a human trophy room, and of course it was.

   The after dinner drinks were nice, the talk casual, but I was drifting, wanted to lay with Ricky, needed to get into his head, his turn around towards me, real or survival skill, he was a devious bastard, a trait I admired, maybe this bad boy and bad man were meant to be together, maybe I was a hopeless romantic, either way, I was gonna ride Rickys superior boy cunt all night, the image of his hot ass twitching for me, mm mm. My embarressment, Bob was asking me a question, everyones amusement, my admission, Betsy had filled me up to the point of sluggishness, the way everyone agreed, started to get up like me, my quiet chuckle, if I jumped off a cliff would they, not that it mattered, I am as vain as the next pervert, plus they had access to an apparent endless supply of fresh young meat, so I could live with a little hero worship thrown at me.

    It was agreed that we would all spend Saturday on seperate outings, then meet for drinks at four o'clock in the barn, Bri would be left in his current position, his knees must be burning from kneeling on the hard metal, good, little fag, ugly, bloody fag. I did piss on him, the others flocking to hose down Bri, who just stared at me with his one good eye, so sad, so pathetic, never fuck with me, my last stream right into his eye, blinding him, nighty night loser. By nature I am solitary, was so glad to be heading to my cabin, a sexy girl of maybe eight, handed me a warm full length terry cloth robe, asked me to follow her to the cabin, watching her tiny butt bounce as she led me, the cold air biting her tender skin, her heels tripping her up in the snow, my kick to her twat got her moving, dumb cunt. She stood at attention at the cabin door, waiting in fear to be dismissed, how innocent she looked, her nipples rock hard, the mini blowing up to expose her young, undeveloped cunt, my spit hitting her perfect face, her tears, my slap shocking her, dismissing her abruptly, my mind consumed by Ricky.

  He was on his knees by the front door, my hand pulling him to his feet, my kiss deep, meaningful, how his body relaxed in mine, his submission obvious, yet subdued, had him pose for me, his nighty, red silk, barely covered his perfect boy butt, he smelled so sweet, his makeup perfect, his tits like fucking cantalopes, his legs so soft and smooth, his feet so sexy dainty, his red nails erotic as all get out, all girl he was.

   That he asked me if I wanted anything, the sincerity was there, he wanted to take care of me, Ricky was more slave than the bloody piece of shit in the barn could ever be. I shared a joint with him, then while I sipped my wine, he bathed me in the antique claw foot tub, his tenderness sweet, he was as if transfixed, lulled into a state of bliss just by bathing me, pretty fuck stimulating, my cock rock hard, Rickys smile, he kissed my cock head gently, went back to cleaning my body, how he made me feel special, stunning, that this once asshole punk could be so tamed by me, and according to Lisa, he refused to submit to anyone else without major problems, that had a deep appeal to me, as if Ricky would only settle for the best, that made me very happy.

It was awkward at first, getting him to open up, but as he sat on my lap, how nice his nighty felt against my bare body, I lightly rubbed his arm, his sigh, the way his body relaxed into mine, another gentle submission from this hard kid. He was extremely perceptive, revolted against me before because he knew I would get bored with him if he gave in, mm mm, I think he was right, example Brianna, even before he pissed me off, I was doubting my want for him. Now he would be mine, if I wanted him, I did, loved his honesty, all he asked is that I love him, I did, told him I was head and heels, but that I learned my lesson from Bri, a slave needed to know his place, that Ricky slid down and began to gently tongue my rectum, he was listening at least.

  To say our loving was energetic is understating it, I pounded him, mouth and cunt, his cries of joy so sweet, the way his hands needed to carress my hard body, as if he wanted to be sure I was his, that was the thing, easy to have a slave, harder to have a loving slave, that was my goal, did not work with Bri, but I was not discouraged, Ricky was full of potential, and in the back of my mind, if it did not work out, he would make a delicious roast.

  After several hours of banging him, letting him suck me, his need to swallow my seed cute, exploring his piggy tiny body, I realized I was starving, used the phone to call the kitchen, it was answered by a sexy voiced girl, who explained that they were serving Betsy burgers for midnight munchies, sounded great, ordered mine rare, side of fries. While waiting for my chow, I bare bottomed Ricky hard, his tears sweet, his precum running down my crotch, his moans more joyous than painful, and I spank hard. The way his full white globes reddened under my assault, occassionally running my fingers over his fat, sexy cunt lips, dipping my fingers tenderly into his prime boy cunt, his sphincter grabbing my finger like a vise, mm mm, Ricky worked it for me with love.

  Licked his sexy tears and snots away, hugged him tight, told him he was my slave, my personal slave, always with me, we would be lovers and friends at times, but always he was my slave, his only comment, that he needed that check, would only submit to me, we kissed till the food arrived, Ricky handling that shit, I pissed and pondered the nature of this thing, how there were different degrees of slave, the stinky Mexican was strictly ultiliarian, a beast of burden, a punching bag, Betsy was utiliarian, but had some personality,some worth as a warm body, Bri was what I call a butler slave, my best friend while also my slave, till he went out of bounds, got his wings clipped, clipped right the cunt off, more or less. Ricky had already passed the most important test, he was not prone to bouts of vanity, like me more comfortable being subdued, though, like me, Ricky could go off, I dug that glow in his eye as he savaged Brianna, that was me, mm mm.

  Fed him chewed up bits of my burger and fries, Betsy was prime beef, she would be remembered, as I burped, had another bite of her bloody meat, let Ricky have a bite of the burger, his lips dripping her bloody juices, I licked them off, smeared the bloody meat on his sexy body, he went with it, rubbing her juices into his ample tits, sexy soft belly, on his hard as a rock teeny weeny, finally coating his cunt lips, how completely sexy he was, his skin shone with death juice, the candle light making him even more desirable, my tongue starting at his forehead, butterfly kisses for his deep, secretive brown eyes, a little nose kiss, my tongue working my way up his nostrils, his giggles, my passion becoming an inferno, how full and soft his lips, his tongue felt right in my mouth, did not usually dig a tongue worming my mouth, but Ricky knew my needs by instinct, his warm tongue laying on mine, just resting, our drool comingling, each swallowing their share of our love saliva, eyes locked, soul loving, our commitment deepening by the second, forest fire raging.

  His ears were perfectly symetrical, my hot breath shivering him, his hand on my stomach, his sigh full of contentment, his neck so feminine, no fat, yet so soft, his armpits smooth and slight preteen funk smell, mm mm, his breasts spectacular orbs of fun, but in my mind I already decided his tits were getting reduced, or maybe I would flat him, we shall see. His nipples gave him real pleasure, my gently blowing on them after sucking them silly sent him twitching with stimulation, but he did not get dramatic, just his sweet habit, his hand touching me, his need for me pushing me to need him. One of my fetishes, soft boy bellies, and Ricky was perfect, his skin soft, warm, his belly button a cutie innie, how sweet his skin tasted, when I gave his belly a tickle his giggles rolling, baby was ticklish, I got him cackling with loud convulsions of tickle giggles, his tits flopping wild as he squirmed, letting him rest, his pants happy, he glowed with passion.

His cock so tiny, yet I adored it in my mouth, lots of little sucks, my tongue loving his button, it tasted salty, my fingers could feel his balls vibrating under his skin, his eruption fast, his cream so sweet in my mouth, my deep kissing Ricky, how we slopped his seed back and forth, pigs at play. Got down to his ass pussy, who ever had sewn his cunt lips on had done a stunning job, he had cute pussy lips, and not many real cunts did, his anal ring was beat, that was to be expected, and I would soon add to its destruction, life is a bitch. He responded to my sucking on his lips, that he had feeling there was amazing, his anus was tasty, clean, but the slightest trace of the nutty taste of feces teasing my tongue as it wormed its way up Rickys colon. I started to tongue fuck his ass, in no time he spewed another load of cock juice, all over his yummy belly, I was on it, vacumning it up spitting it on his Dolly Parton sized tits, sucking it up again, spitting it in his smiling face, we each used our fingers to scoop his sauce off his baby face, feed each other lovingly, how nice it felt sucking his small, dainty fingers.

  My tongue drifted down his tapered thighs, his heat so stimulating, my cock leaking like an acne faced teenagers, his knees bony, his giggles as I stroked the back of his knee, my tongue snaking down his superior calfs, oh my, his feet were so fine, tiny, delicate, his toes so, so pretty, not flattened, or dried out ugly, his toes were perfectly round, uniform, pink and healthy, how sexy his red nails, sucked his little piggies like it mattered, his foot funk sweet smelling, delightful to taste, his enjoyment, ease at being my saltlick nice. I gently licked his scarred soles, his dried blood tasted so heady, wrapped his sexy feet in bandages I summoned from room service, Rickys expressive eyes shouting thanks, his sexy mouth quiet even better, I think I found my significant other, love em quiet, yet determined, that was Ricky

  Got down to it, first sitting on his fat tits I fed him my nine inch wonder, by tilting his head, he could inhale me balls deep, how he sucked me hard, the pleasure he gave me intense, well worth remembering, wiped my sloppy cock all over his angel face, his attempts to kiss it as I moved it around cute. Had to tit bang him, he held his tits around my cock, as I pumped I twisted his oversize nipples hard, he moaned with lust, his cock dribbled another load, boy could cum, though he appeared just about out of baby batter.

  It  was so hot in his colon, as I went all the way home, stopped, just let my swollen meat stick rest up my boys pussy, we made out like lovers, told him it was official, he was my boy, that would be his role,only he could fill it, his smile, soft thank you, he knelt, kissed my feet, got up and asked me if I wanted a drink, like I was in heaven, I tell you. We relaxed, chatted, shared a glass of wine and a fatty. he opened up some more, wanted to fish, no one had ever taken him, well I explained one of his roles as my boy, was fishing buddy and hunting buddy, he asked me if I ever shot anyone, mm mm, violent baby boy, of course I hadn't, but I would enjoy it if I could, his laugh, he had a list, my hard hug surprised him, then he relaxed, as I told him I also kept lists, fuck with me, I will remember, we kissed more, I slipped back in his pussy, this time I got down to it, a righteous ass plowing, swear Ricky had three dry climaxes, his body shaking with lust, how he held my cock with his anal walls, giving me so much pleasure, his tiny fingers gently carressing my chest, his eyes looking into mine, our smiles shared only for us, our brave new world.