Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 13:34:08 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: CAPTIVE chapter XXXIII CAPTIVE XXXIII The rain continued all night, other than a few minutes when the boys ran to the barn to be sure Paul had food and water Donny and his three slave boys stayed inside. Weldon fell asleep on the sofa while Donny had his fingers massaging the stretched anal sphincter inside and out. He moved a little in his sleep but made no noise as he was smoothly and lovingly fingered. Donny tried to raise him to go to bed but the boy had a long day and snuggled in to the cushions even tighter. Unwilling to sleep by himself or with the other slaves Donny lifted Weldon from the sofa much like you would lift a child. Work on the farm and Donny's home style cooking had put muscles and weight on the former light-weight wrestler. Now closing in on one hundred and sixty pounds Weldon was a chore for the older boy to carry into the bedroom and at the bedside he didn't try to lower the boy softly, he simply dropped Weldon on the bed and sat beside him to catch his breath. As he sat talking to himself he could hear Weldon murmuring in response. Leaning down close he heard the sleeping boy calling out 'Curly'. Donny had never noticed Weldon talking in his sleep but hearing the boy call out for the dog was enough to cause a chuckle. Was he reliving the fuck he'd had that afternoon or did he think he was in the pen as he had spent hours since the dog had been moved into the barn from a van? He asked the sleeping slave what he wanted and thought he heard the boy murmur 'piss'. For a few minutes he tried questioning Weldon but didn't hear any answers. When he moved to the opposite side of the bed and lifted the sheet he was sure of what he heard, 'Donny, fuck me'. Yes the boy was asking for it, but fucking him when asleep? Wouldn't that be like raping him? Whatever it was, the idea of fucking the boy after the day he had appealed to Donny and he gently applied lube to the asshole waiting for him and found that Weldon even in his sleep responded to his fingers. Turning the sleeping boy so he was flat on his stomach, Donny spread his legs with his knees and took a few minutes to stare at the pink slit that the doctor had warned about abusing. He knew he could make Weldon squirm on the bed by working his tongue into that hole. The decision wasn't hard to make, he slapped the butt and lay down alongside the boy and fell asleep believing he would wake up and do what he had promised Weldon earlier. "Donny, you have a visitor!" He was only half awake and tried to get Ray to tell him who was there that had caused the outburst. His questions went unanswered so in a spurt of concern for others he pulled on a pair of gym shorts and slapping Weldon again told the boy to do the same. When he walked into the kitchen he was met by a man and woman in light brown uniforms that had a patch with the capital letters SPCA. "Are you Mr. O'Leary?" "Yes. How can I help you?" "We've had a report that you have been building a kennel here, we've been asked to check out the conditions for the dogs and any other animals you have here." "You are not a governmental agency, so what authority do you have here?" "We report to the county when we find abuse. While we have no authority they usually follow up on our recommendations. It would need to be voluntary on your part to allow us to inspect the premises but if you don't allow us to see what you have we report that and the county will be out unannounced." "I don't see why I shouldn't let you take a tour. Ray, have you let Buck and Mutt out? Why don't you? Paul would probably join you in the stable if you and Ron showed him the way. "Officers? Care for a cup of tea, I just got out of bed and need something that would help me wake up." Donny didn't normally drink hot tea but he wanted to delay the tour for a few minutes while Paul was being taken from the stall out of sight and sound. "No thank you, Mr. O'Leary we would like to get moving." "Okay, let me get a shirt." When Donny walked into the bedroom Weldon had just sat up. Lifting the left leg of his shorts he motioned Weldon to the floor and as soon as the boy's mouth opened began to release his normal hard stream of morning piss. "Don't forget the shirt you came in here to get." The delay had given the boys a chance to get Paul out of Sparky's stall. Buck and Mutt greeted the young SPCA inspector in their usual manner; Donny could see in the man's face that he was embarrassed at the special attention they gave his butt. The female inspector was amused at his discomfort and when they moved into the barn warned him about having sex the morning before they went out to inspect a kennel or suspected fight site. "Your dogs look healthy Mr. O'Leary. You just recently built these pens, is that right?" "Right, when the stable is finished I'll move the horses out of here and create a few more pens." "I saw a cryogenic tank in the tack room, why do you have that." "When we get to the end of the aisle you will meet our stallion, my grandfather purchased him when he was just beginning to be awarded ribbons at horse shows. He increased the horse's training and within a year or two Sir Andrew de Bouvier won every competition he was entered in. When my grandfather decided he didn't want to travel around the country hauling a horse trailer any longer he announced his retirement and was flooded with requests for stud service; he decided he didn't want all those people disturbing him or his farm. "He bought that equipment and began shipping semen all over the country. I've been taking the orders and filling them since he was hospitalized and even now I still get at least two or three orders a week." "Is that the reason you have all male canines?" "What?" "To sell dog sperm." "I only have the pedigrees on five of these dogs; if I have someone inquire about buying semen I'll fill the order. Do you have any idea what I can charge for that?" "No, I think it depends of pedigree and championship ancestors. If you show the dogs and win some ribbons you might make some good money." "I hadn't thought about taking them to dog shows. Maybe I'll do that, it should be good advertising." "He is a beautiful horse. Does he live in the stall?" "No, he gets out in the corral every day and I ride him a few times a week. I have the mare in the next stall so I can have a friend ride along with us. "They have never been too bothered by the dogs, but I decided that I would like to move them into their own building to avoid any problems in the future and cut down the smell of manure by the pool I have being built." "For as many animals as you have here there really isn't much of a smell." The young man kicked in his first comment since the wolfhounds had greeted him. "I don't notice it much either but the crew working on pool complained, so there must be some." Donny stared directly in the young man's eyes trying to gauge the man's sexuality. "What brought you out here in the first place? I'm pretty far from any other houses so barking shouldn't have been an issue." "When you bought the wire for the pens you were dealing with my husband. He always lets me know when there is additional housing being put up for animals, horses, dogs, cows or pigs. I check out the operation and report to the county, if they have questions they do a follow-up visit. "Other than all your dogs being male I doubt they will have any questions. Usually the only time you see that is if the owner is entering his animals in dog fights." "Three of these dogs were bought from one of those idiots. They were all considered too friendly to fight. If I hadn't bought them he would have probably used them as sparring partners or whatever you call the dogs they use to for practice." "Do you consider yourself a rescue agency?" "No, I'm just a man that loves dogs. I have the money and the space so why not have what I love?" "Even when you love something you can get more than you can properly care for. I'll be recommending that you are visited on a regular basis." "What does that mean?" "We will be back every six months to check on the condition of your animals and their living conditions." As the inspectors were heading to their SUV the young man was hurrying to get to the driver's side and Buck didn't like the way he was moving away. The big Russian Wolfhound jumped on his back and flattened the man out. With their quarry on the ground both wolfhounds paced over his body with dicks gradually emerging from their sheaths until they were dragging against his face and ass. "Hey, get them off me." He seemed frightened by the giant dogs as much as he was worried or disturbed by the dicks that swung within inches of his face. Opening his mouth to yell had been the wrong move and Mutt saw his opening and stepped close enough that the man needed to close his mouth or the dog dick would have been in him. Giving the pair a few minutes to harass the man before calling them away Donny knew the man was not going to give in to the dogs. As he helped the man to his feet he could tell that the experience had been sexual for him as well as the dogs and Donny wanted to offer him more but with the female partner waiting refrained. The pair was out of sight when Ray returned from the stable leading Paul on all fours. The boy that had come to seek revenge was now nicely obedient and did exactly as Ray ordered. In their world there is no one lower than a slave's slave unless it is the slave's dog. "Why did you open the gate? We can't leave just anybody come up the lane without proper warning. That could have been a disaster, as it was it should have been better, that woman suspected something and the young guy wished there was something happening he could have joined. When I helped him off the ground his dick was as hard as a pipe. I need to stop thinking that all men are into animals, maybe it was me or his partner but he was definitely interested in something. "Ray, do you know anyone in town that could rig us up a camera and a speaker? If we could see and speak with anyone at the gate we might avoid close calls like that." "I'll ask around, but I really can't think of anybody." "I wonder where the pool crew is. Maybe they're waiting for the ground to dry a bit. Harvey wouldn't desert us and his boss seemed happy to be doing the extra job and getting you to suck him off." "He might not be too good-looking, but he had a fair six or seven inches and suckable balls. I'd do him again if it wouldn't keep him from getting the job done." Ray was smiling at the thought of the dick he had sucked for less than a minute the evening before. The rain started up again while they were eating breakfast. Donny decided he needed to stay in the cabin and try to make sense of bills and payments. The boys went to the stable to do what they could to finish up the interior. It ended up being a quiet day without the pool crew coming to finish their work. After lunch Donny joined them and found that the stable was ready for the horses but that the other four areas still needed work before the new building was completely ready. Late in the afternoon there was a break in the rain long enough for the boys to haul some food to the stable and move the horses from their stalls to their new home. Ray and Ron continued working on the stable and Donny and Weldon began the job of cleaning out the barn. Clearing the final two stalls they planned to eliminate was hot and smelly so the boys took advantage of the rain a few times and went to stand in the soft drizzle or check the pool was filling properly. They were cleaning up for dinner when Donny started kidding Weldon about talking in his sleep. The boy was used to the teasing he received from his owner/love and replied very little until he was told that he was begging to be fucked after being dumped on the bed. Looking at Donny seriously he asked why if he'd been begging to be fucked that Donny hadn't taken advantage of him. Then his expression change and he asked why Donny hadn't fucked him since before he'd fisted him. Was there a problem? Pushing the boy against the wall and pulling his butt towards him Donny ran the bar of soap in his hand between his cheeks. "Wasn't your ass used enough? I promised you a good fuck last night but I wasn't going to rape you. But since you think I should have, you're going to get my load and then Buck and Mutt are going to get their chance to mount you." "Please fuck me, sir. I've been waited all day for your dick. Please, please, please." Weldon was almost crying he was so in need of his owner/lover's dick in his ass. It was only as he felt the first inch of eight enter him that he stopped begging. Donny wanted to fuck but he didn't want the boy to think his desires were what drove their sex life. Five inches in he stopped and told Weldon to quit moving, the piss he'd been holding all day gushed into the ass. "Now go get cleaned up and I'll think about fucking you when you come to the cabin." After pulling out and washing his dick Donny walked away leaving the younger boy to void his ass and wash his ass again. "Guys, this slave wants fucked. What do you think I should make him do to earn my dick and a load of cum?" Donny had already told Weldon to get on the floor and kneel with his hands in a position that made him look like he was praying. "After the way he acted last night you should make him eat all of our asses. I have a load of Ron's cum that he can eat out of me and Ron has one of mine." "Okay, lean over the table." Donny bent down and whispered in Weldon's ear what he wanted to see him do. Eager to obey the order with the hope of being fucked after com-pletion Weldon crawled across the floor on hands and knees until he was behind Ron. Using both hands he spread the boy's cheeks wide and ran his tongue in circles around the asshole without ever touching the center and moved to Ray where he did the same. Moving back to Ron he once again began a slow tease of the asshole before applying a gob of spit to the center. He repeated the action with Ray. Before either boy knew what was coming Weldon had two fingers in their asses up to the last knuckle. As he slowly worked his fingers in and out Donny stepped up closer. Following instructions Weldon moved both hands to Ray and with two fingers of each hand spread the asshole as much as he could. Without pushing his cock into the boy Donny aimed his dick at the hole and gave the boy a quick spurt of piss. Weldon and Donny moved to Ron and did the same although he didn't have much piss left after what he'd given Weldon and Ray. When Donny stepped back Weldon finished what he'd been ordered to do and had his mouth against Ray's asshole probing through the hole slurping the piss and cum that ran into his mouth. He couldn't remember how many times he had told Donny that shit was off limits, he prayed as he licked and slurped that Ray would not release a turd in his mouth. As soon as he thought he'd gotten most of the piss and cum from the first asshole he moved to the other knowing that Ron did not have as good control as Ray. He was still teasing his way around the Quaker boy's ass lips when he felt the first dampness seeping out. Half afraid that he would get more than he wanted her did as he'd been ordered and with his mouth tightly against the rim around the hole began sucking the mixture of Donny's piss and Ray's cum It took an occasional probe with his tongue to completely empty the ass of the fluid he was happy to drink. While he'd been eating ass Donny had been baptizing him with a slow trickle of piss over his head. Done with the boy's asses for the moment he stretched up like a baby bird after a worm. He did the best he could not to spill a drop remembering his own commandment 'the only crime is wasting piss'. Whether due to the noise they were making or the smell of sex and fresh piss Punk ran through the doggy dog they had made for him and lunged at Weldon's chest. Punk was of the same mind as Weldon and licked at the drops of piss that had escaped the boy's mouth to run down his chest and on to his cock and balls. "You sure are lucky I didn't piss all morning. Otherwise I would never have been able to give you an enema and flood your mouth. I told you yesterday we need to drink more water; if that is the result, you should be super happy the doctor gave us that reminder. "I need to finish making our dinner; if you want you can put your fingers back in the R's asses. It would make good dinner theater to see them squirming on the table." Though he had often stood by or helped his mother cook Donny was learning more by doing it himself and was surprised that he enjoyed cooking as much as he did. There was only rare occasions when he didn't find fixing dinner after a hard day of work to be relaxing. Cooking also let him release some of whatever frustration the day had offered. If that was not enough he found ordering one, two or all three boys under the table to service him while he ate to return him to normalcy. The kitchen was large for the size of the cabin so he had room to move around while Weldon was kneeling by the table with fingers in the other two slave boys. He was stealing a glance every time he felt he could spare a second from his work. When he saw that his lover/slave had three fingers in each boy and was about to slide a fourth in, he took a bottle of salad oil and poured some on the boy's hand. Whether or not it would really help he wasn't sure but he believed it should and Weldon had pulled back enough to have most of his fingers and hand covered. As he played, Weldon tried remembering what the doctor had been telling Donny the previous day. Duly overlapping his fingers he found that the fourth finger slid in just as easily as the first three. Should he allow his whole hand to get inside? What would that do to the primary/secondary slave relationship? Were the boys ready for him to push his entire hand inside? He need not have thought about the question so much. Both of the R's could tell his hand was about to slide in past the knuckles and pushed back to make entry easier. Weldon hesitated for a moment wondering if he wanted to do this and then tucked his thumbs in the hollow of his fingers and pressed forward from the shoulders and gasped in marvel as the boys opened in unison for the hands in their asses. He knew his hand wasn't as big around as some of the dogs' knots but he was still surprised how easily the boys took his hands. As his fingers pressed against the inner sphincter Weldon tried to think of what he was to do if he was to actually fist the pair. He need not have worried. Donny step in beside him and reminded him about pulling the hand in further with his fingers but by that time he didn't want to go further. He let his hands slide back some and in the space between sphincters curled his hand into a fist and punched at the blockage. As he alternated a fist in and the other out he began seeing the fist and found that he was enjoying himself more than he would have thought likely. It didn't take long for his arms to start getting weary, Donny noticed he was slowing down and in an odd move grabbed him by the elbows and helped him with the pistoning he was giving the boys and their open assholes. "Our slaves are going to be favoring you over me. If my fist wasn't so big I'd try that, too. Damn, it looks good, Weldon you are going to have to do that to me, too." "Whenever you want, sir." Weldon doubted that Donny really wanted his fist but it might happen one day after his owner/lover had taken a dog. The thought of returning the fisting he'd had the previous day gave him a surge of energy and he gave the boys more, faster and harder than before.