Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2017 11:17:33 -0500 From: phillipluminos@gmail.com Subject: Chapter 3, Boss's New Fish Chapter Three Boss turned off the light in the barn and I was left on the floor of my stall amidst the smells and sounds of the animals around me in other stalls. As I curled up in the sleeping bag, feeling Boss's cum ooze out of my boy pussy, I began to stroke my cock. It readily rose up to hardness after so many hours of arousal. I relived the images of my prison shaving, the cow milking, the barn cleaning, and my whipping, and I came forcefully in my hands, feeling my sweat refresh my naked body. Suddenly, a bright flash light lit up my stall and I heard Boss's voice: "Fish, did you ask for permission to cum?" "No, Boss. I said fearfully. I'm sorry Boss." "Not as sorry you will be after twenty strokes of the beat strap tomorrow. And don't waste that cum on your hand. Eat your cum, fish. It doesn't belong to you anymore. From now on when you are allowed to cum, it will be used as food, for you or other fish." Boss said. So, I quickly scooped the cum up and licked it off my fingers. I said: "Thank you, Boss, for correcting this fish Boss." "Well, at least you know that much." Said Boss, who switched off the light and left the barn. I heard him shut and lock the door of my stall. I must have huddled fearfully in the sleeping bag for a half hour, listening for Boss to come back. But he did not. Not until morning. The morning sunlight was coming through the windows of the barn when Boss came back. I woke up early and was kneeling in my prison garb when he came to the door of my stall. I lowered my head as he unlocked the door and entered. "Greetings Boss." I said, looking down at his manure covered boots. "Greetings fish." He said. "You want to clean my boots, don't you?" Somehow, he knew that that was exactly what I wanted to do. "Yes, Boss. I do." "Then do it fish. Lick every inch of both of them clean." Boss ordered. And obeyed, swallowing the manure and hay clinging to his rubber barn boots. When I finished cleaning them I could not help myself, but I rubbed may face against the still wet rubber boots. And then I said: "Master, thank you for permitting this slave to clean your boots." "Do you confess yourself a submitted slave?" he asked. "Yes Master, this boy is a submitted slave." I said. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes Master, this boy is a submitted slave." I repeated. "Are you very sure? This is your final chance to change your mind." "Yes Master, this boy is a submitted slave." I said for the third and final time. And I knew that I was now much more than his convict. I was his slave. "I pronounce you slave." He said. "Now, strip, beast." I felt a chill go down my spine as I heard myself address with that last word, but quickly I removed my prison garb and set it aside on the floor of my stall. "Assume the beast position, on all fours, slaveboy." He ordered. And I obeyed him. With my head bowed to the floor I knelt on all fours at his feet. In the next moment I felt him mark me with his piss. He ended his piss by walked around behind me and pissing into my boy pussy. I said: "Thank you Master for the gift of your piss." Then he spat in my pussy. Then he took what he realized was a butt plug, lubed with bag balm--used on cow udders--and inserted it into my pussy. "AHHHHhhhhhhhh" I moaned as he plugged my pussy. "Master, thank you for plugging this slaveboy's pussy" "Ten lashes slaveboy for not thanking me for my spit." Said my Master. "Yes, Master. Thank you Master." I responded. Then he fastening my first slave collar around my neck--a leather collar with iron D rings. "Thank you Master for collaring this slaveboy." "After milking the cows, slaveboy, you will be processed as slave, meaning totally shaved, ringed, marked and branded." He said calmly. I gulped at the word branded. But responded: "Thank you Master." "While you are milking and cleaning barn, another Master and his slave will arrive and help with your processing." He said. "Yes Master. Thank you Master." I said. My Master laughed with a mixture of cruelty and amusement.