Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 23:06:53 -0600
From: CBT
Subject: Captive 3

				Captive III

	"Damn, that feels great."

	Weldon woke up slowly, uncertain of where he was , who was talking
or what was holding him down on the bed.  The more awake he became the more
he realized than something was plugging his ass and that there was an odd
feeling of something else moving within him.  "What is happening?"

	"Wake up little boy.  Since your mouth wasn't available I decided
that it was time for you to learn what a piss, enema feels like.  Like that
piss flowing into your ass?  You sure seemed to like my dick in your ass
last night, you never gave it up.  All night I felt you trying to milk more
cum from me.  You made it rough for me to sleep.  But, you, you slept like
a baby with a pacifier.  Don't move your ass, I have more piss for you.
This is real nice.  I won't be surprised that you get this every morning.
You won't get mad at not being able to drink my first piss of the morning
will you?  If so maybe you'll have to drink your own, you'll be doing that
today anyway.  So we ought to start the day off right."

	"This isn't right?  I think it feels pretty right to me."

	"You are learning.  It has taken less than a day for you to start
loving my dick in your ass."  Donny had stopped pissing and was gently
sliding in and out of Weldon pushing the boy's hard dick down into the
mattress so that with only a few strokes he soaked the sheet in cum.  "That
is one way to make you cum.  I'm sure by the end of the day we will have
discovered a few more ways for you to unload.

	"There is a glass on the sink, fill it up with your piss.  Then
wait for me to come in."  Donny jerked himself from Weldon's grip and with
a hard slap to his butt sent him off to the commode with a towel holding in
the flood of piss that threatened to explode at every step.  He had barely
reached the commode when he could hold it no longer.  He was just able

 to reach the glass and get it in front of his dick before nature took its
course.  He had no idea that he held that much piss, but the large plastic
glass was overflowing back onto his dick and balls before he was finished.
He had already flushed once when more piss and shit erupted from his
asshole.  Would he ever stop?  How much piss had Donny flooded him with?

	Thinking of whom, the fucker was standing in the doorway watching
him wipe his ass.  "Let me see you drink that piss.  Don't drink it all,
you can use it to wash down breakfast.  Don't look at me like that, I want
to watch you drink all of it then have you drink anything I can give you.
You are my urinal, right?"

	"That's right."  Why he didn't start objecting at that moment he
never knew, but to please Donny he took a big gulp of his first morning
piss and forced it down although it was stronger than any of the piss he
had been fed the previous day.  He guessed that was because it was already
recycled once and grimaced as it flowed over his tongue.

	"Now get up or I'll be shitting in your lap.  Go outside to the
barn and take a shower, there is no way you wiped all the shit off your
ass.  I'll be inspecting you when you get back, if you've grown whiskers
you will be in here shaving while I eat my breakfast, and then I'll watch
to make sure you get every one of the little buggers."

	The shower came from a tank that was filled with rainwater,
overnight it had cooled down a few degrees.  Weldon was sure his balls were
going to freeze off before he finished cleaning the shit and lube off of
his backside.  A cramp surprised him, when he reached down to his

 stomach to massage it a new flood of piss and shit flowed out and down his
legs.  He was disgusted with himself and knew that no matter how long Donny
trained him he was not going to be ready for his sex master to shit on his
stomach.

	Buck and Mutt barked the entire time he cleaned the mess from his
legs and feet.  It was bad enough that he almost heaved from the stench.
He knew what he needed, a quick drink of Donny's piss would settle his
stomach, what he didn't know was that drinking too much piss would keep his
ass spewing slushy shit the rest of the day.

	"Are you coming in for breakfast or do you expect me to bring it
out there, so you can eat with the dogs and pigs?"  The tone and the way
Donny was standing frightened him, what could he do?  He wanted to be clean
for the inspection.  It would be too embarrassing to have Donny rubbing
fingers around his ass and finding shit.  With no towel to dry himself off
with, Weldon slowly walked through the sunlight that had begun to peak over
the barn.

	He was less than ten feet from the porch when Donny told him to let
the dogs out.  Shit, he didn't have anything to use for a cover to keep
Buck and Mutt at bay.  He was freshly clean and didn't feel like having
either of their tongues leave saliva on his skin.  Still there was nothing
to do but obey, he glanced once more at Donny and noticed that the way he
was standing had to do with a bread board he had in his left hand.
Although shorter and squatter it reminded Weldon of the board their coach
had used the previous evening.  He should be reminded of it, Donny had made
him lick and soothe his ass for the longest time before he flipped them
over, grabbed his feet and plunged deep into his asshole with one stroke.
Still he wondered if Donny was getting ready to use the board on him?

	Instead of going for his balls and ass the dogs ran out to the
fence took a quick piss and ran to the porch where they happily licked at
Donny's balls and ass.  Shit, those were his to lick.  What were the dumb
dogs thinking?

	"This is what happens when you don't hurry.  Should I let them have
the next load or are you going to get your mouth over here and on my dick?
Just work your tongue around the head.  Between the three of you I'll be
shooting in seconds."  And he was.  Where he stored all the cum flummoxed
Weldon.  Still his second load of the morning was enough to fill his mouth
and cause him to swallow more than once.  A few drops slid down the shaft
after Weldon withdrew his mouth, Mutt lapped it up greedily and waited for
Donny to squeeze out a few more drops.

	"Go play guys.  Urinal, you need to get in here and eat your
breakfast, I don't want you losing your strength before I've had the chance
to fuck you a couple more times, today.  Sit, eat, drink!

	"Do you like drinking your own piss, boy?  I think it should become
a regular part of your day.  I want to watch you swallowing that piss
everyday at every meal.  Of course you are to drink mine first, after all
you are MY urinal.  Now you need to take a vitamin."

	"I can't swallow that horse pill."

	"You can swallow cum, my piss and your own but you can't take a
vitamin pill.  Get over it, you need to keep your body full of nutrients if
you want to keep wrestling, drinking all our piss is going to drain them
from your body."

	It took the rest of the quart of his own piss and a bit more added
by Donny to wash the vitamin down.  It didn't feel good as it hit his
stomach but he forced himself not to vomit.

	"Alright, it's whisker checking time."  Bending over with his
asshole exposed to Donny's gaze was odd for the boy who until the previous
day had not had his ass exposed since he was grew out of diapers, but the
first touch of his fingertip sent a rush of blood flowing to his dick.
"You're okay but we will need to check you again before we go to bed
tonight.  When I'm done it will be time for you to clean this house from
the ceiling to the floor, the supplies are in the room behind that door.
If you think white glove inspections are a joke, check the drawer under the
silverware.

	"Now sit your butt on the floor.  Open your mouth and tilt your
head back.  You have been drinking my piss with your lips wrapped around my
dick, now it's time to learn how to drink a stream coming from above.
Every drop that you miss you will lick off the floor like a dog, so you may
want to try capturing it all."

	He really didn't have that much left in his bladder, but he made
certain that Weldon had a difficult time catching it all.  Empty he turned
as if to leave, instead he sat his ass down on the upturned face and
ordered the sex slave to lick it, encouraging him to get deeper every few
laps.  Pleased with himself and his conquest Donny left to do the work
necessary in the barn when he saw that Weldon was on his knees lapping up
the piss off the floor.  Most of Weldon's day was spent cleaning the cabin,
the old man must not have been too concerned with how it looked as he
needed to change rags and water quite a few times before Donny returned to
fix lunch.

	Much of what happened at lunch was a repetition of breakfast, Donny
knew that training was often accomplished best by repeatedly doing the same
activity until you had it perfect and he wanted Weldon to be a perfect cock
sucking, piss drinker.  His balls didn't get all the attention he felt they
deserved, but Weldon spent ten more minutes eating his ass than he had
earlier in the day pleasing Donny enough that he rewarded the boy with a
gentle face fuck and another hot load of fresh cum.

	After licking the kitchen floor clean again Weldon spent two hours
cleaning the bathroom, working at every crack in the grout and tile with a
toothbrush.  He was sure the house was clean when he went to find Donny.
They took a break from all their work and rode horses for an hour.  Donny
had spent most the time standing in his stirrups, his ass too sore to
bounce with or against the saddle.  Weldon had never ridden before and
after an hour his butt was sore.  They walked the horses back to the barn,
unsaddled them and spent time taking care of the saddles and bridles.

	In the tack room Weldon was drawn to a table where a brand stood on
the image.  "You don't have any cows here, why do you have a brand?"

	"Grandpa thinks there is always someone who wants to steal from you
so he brands the pigs.  That is the family brand, one that has been in use
for at least the last 150 years.  The circle around the outside stands for
our last name, O'Leary and the lightning bolt through the middle was a
reference to the first O'Leary to come to America, Thunder Fists.  He
earned the money it costs to bring the family here by hitting boxing rings
at all the local fairs."

	"So you have a tradition of fighting in your family, what did your
family think when you took up wrestling instead of boxing?"

	"My mother and grandparents where pleased, they didn't want me
getting my face battered and broken.  My father on the other hand thought I
was taking up a sissy sport.  That is why I try so hard, I want him to see
that I am as rough and tumble as the rest of the family.  The worst part he
is always talking about my cousin Hank who is a Golden Gloves champ.

	"Whenever the family gets together Dad tries to get Hank and I to
fight.  I hate putting on those boxing gloves.  I know that one day one of
us is going to really hurt the other.  I dread when grandpa dies, the whole
family will be coming to town and Dad will try to arrange fights between
the cousins.  Why he can't give up I don't understand."

	The vulnerability that Donny displayed was unexpected, Weldon
didn't know what he could do or say that would mean anything so he stayed
quiet.  Looking around the tack room he was surprised at the items that
seemed out of place and of no use on a pig farm.  With no orders he allowed
his mind to wander and forgot that he was supposed to be on his knees
working Donny's balls until his owner walked up behind him and slapped his
sore butt.  He tried pushing back against the body behind only to be pushed
to the floor.

	"Get my dick hard."

	It didn't take much, Donny reacted to the tongue and lips on his
balls and dick like a typical teen.  Weldon was getting a taste of pre-cum
when he was pulled up by the hair and pushed over the table with the brand.
Donny pulled a jar off the shelf under the table and smeared the jelly on
Weldon's asshole and his dick.  For the first time fucking the other Donny
entered slowly allowing them both to feel each and every inch of progress,
causing Weldon to whimper with the pleasure.

	"Mutt, here boy."

	By the time the wolfhound ran into the room Donny was holding
Weldon up straight with one hand teasing at his freshly shaved balls that
Weldon found extremely sensitive and loved.  It didn't take the dog more
than a few seconds to see why he had been called.  Donny's hand was
replaced with the dog's long smooth tongue making Weldon squirm and squeeze
at the dick in his ass.  As the dog worked on Weldon, Donny began a slow in
and out fuck, nearly withdrawing before sliding back in until he was in as
far as the position allowed.

	"I told you we would find other ways for you to cum. "  Pulling the
boy's head around he kissed him hard, forcing his tongue in and out until
Weldon was sucking at it like a dick.  He couldn't stand the extreme
pleasure and shot his load of cum across the dog's snout and face, the
muscle contractions in his ass brought Donny to the point of climax but he
withdrew and gave his cum to the dog, also.  Mutt greedily cleaned both of
the cocks until they were too sensitive to allow him to lick any more.

	"Now we know you can cum for Mutt as well as when I fuck your dick
into the mattress.  You are one horny little fucker aren't you? "

	"I guess so.  I didn't think I wanted to have a dog involved.  How
did you know that it was so great?"

	"I told you, growing up around a farm your first experience is
often with whatever animal is available.  Hadn't you ever heard about men
fucking sheep or goats?  You know that 'cabron' does mean goat-fucker don't
you?"

	"No.  Sex is never talked about at home and all I ever knew was
what I saw on the internet.  Generally women trying to get a horse dick up
their pussies.  Maybe once or twice I saw a dog licking them but I didn't
have any idea men would do the same things.

	"Did you ever fuck the dogs or pigs?"  Unsure why, he really hoped
that Donny would say, no."

	"Why do you want to know, jealous?  Don't worry I won't be fucking
them while you are here.  You will be getting my dick as much as I can get
hard and produce cum."

	That answer didn't satisfy him, but he didn't know how to press
Donny any harder for a real answer.  His owner had leaned back against the
table and Weldon realized that he was expected to get down on the floor and
work his mouth over the recently depleted balls.  That Mutt was still in
the room didn't register.

	Weldon had managed to get both big balls into his mouth before he
felt Mutt rubbing against his shoulder.  It felt odd, he had thought of the
dog as soft all over but he was getting poked in the shoulder by something
pointy and hard.  With his mouth full he couldn't turn to see what was
happening.

	"I told you Mutt liked you.  I think he wants your mouth too.  Are
you going to do him?"  Weldon tried shaking his head side to side, a
movement that made Donny groan.  "At least reach up and fondle his balls.
Do they feel good?"

	Why he didn't immediately remove his hand, he didn't know.  Maybe
it was the order to fondle them, maybe it was that the balls in his mouth
made him happy or maybe he was getting used to the idea of the dog being
part of their play.  Still he tried to answer Donny with another shake of
his head which he knew was a lie.  Having balls in his mouth and another
set in his hand was nice.  Shivers of fear ran through his body as he
wondered how long it would be before he would be ordered to do

 more than just take the dog's balls in his hand.  He could feel the tears
flowing down his cheeks at the knowledge that when ordered he would do
whatever to keep Donny happy, even if it was drinking dog cum or letting
Buck fuck him.

	"Mutt, get away.  I'm not going to let him suck you today."  The
dog didn't really care what Donny said, he was about to get the tip of his
dick in Weldon's ear.  The point felt sharp to Weldon, like someone was
poking at him with an icepick.  Only when he heard the hand slap Mutt on
the head did he know that Donny was capable of abusing the dogs as much as
he might abuse him if he didn't obey orders.

	"Get up.  I would like you to stay there the rest of the day, but
it is time to inspect your work."  As they were leaving the room Donny told
him to go back and get the brand.

	"Do you think you have done a good job on the cabin?"

	"I did."

	"We'll see."

	First Donny inspected the bedroom and seemed pleased.  When they
walked into the bathroom the smile on his face changed to a scowl.  "What
is that in the corner?"

	Weldon had left one of the rags he had been using laying on the
floor.  He quickly bent over to pick it up but Donny was quicker and with
one hand on his back used the other to deliver two hard swats on his



 butt.  Weldon yelped at the flashing pain but kept himself from any
further outburst knowing instinctively that Donny would get upset if he
yelled or cried.

	They were in the kitchen the next time he spoke, "get me a glove
from the drawer."  Not missing a surface Donny ran fingers over all of the
kitchen unable to find a speck of dust or dirt. Weldon had been watching
his face and the smile and scowl of a few minutes earlier had been replaced
with a determined grimace.  No matter what it took he was going to find
fault.  Without a word he pushed Weldon down to the floor and joined him
beside the table.  Using a lot of strength he pushed the solid oak table a
foot to one side. Where the legs had been were circles of grime that Weldon
had missed.

	"It looks like you did a horrible job on this floor, even after you
had to lick the piss off of it.  You would think that would make you want
the floor as clean as possible.  I have a choice of punishments for you.
Number one you can sleep in the barn with the dogs tonight.  Number two we
toss out the rules and you eat the shit out of my ass.  Number three I send
you home to your parents.  Or Number four I beat you ass fifty times with
that bread board.  What shall it be?  If you pick number three I will be
telling them how much you have enjoyed your time here."

	Getting up Weldon walked over to the counter and brought the bread
board to Donny.  Without a word he leaned over the table, presenting his
butt for the punishment he felt was harsh but preferable to all the others.

	"I'm going to enjoy this.  Put your hands out over the other side
of the table.  If you try to grab at your ass or the board you are going to
the dog stall where I'll tie you over a saw horse and leave you for the
night.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

	"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

	"Very good, that is how you will answer me, until I tell you
otherwise.  Now count the strokes and ask for the next one, putz."

	"Yes, sir.  One. Sir.  Thank you, may I have another, sir?

	He knew one cheek was red before the other had received the first
swat.  Donny was hitting him hard enough that the dogs could hear the noise
in the barn and howled each time the board found its mark.  Weldon was
panting out the requests for more swats, finding it difficult to thank
Donny once they had passed ten swats to each side.

	"You don't deserve this."  Weldon thought he was talking about the
beating he was getting but no, with a hard plunge Donny took possession of
his ass once more.  Gradually he took it easier and instead of just fucking
started making love to the crying boy speared on his hard shaft.  Holding
his legs against the burning skin for moments at a time and then
withdrawing until the head of his dick felt Weldon grasping at it with his
sphincter and then working it in side to side movements loosen him up.  He
continued for fifteen minutes not cumming but enjoying every stroke.
Pulling out he pushed the boy back to the floor and pushed his dick between
his lips with a quick order to clean it up.

	Weldon did as told knowing that the he was tasting his own asshole
with every swipe of his tongue.  Three different times he gagged at the
taste as he cleaned every speck of skin until Donny was glistening with
saliva.  "Take the head in your mouth."

	A hand on each ear Donny began slowly to rinse Weldon's mouth with
the strongest piss he'd given the boy.  When you sweat out the water, piss
will be more concentrated and he knew Weldon was getting a thick soup of
that concentrate.  Worried that it might make Weldon gag and try to pull
away he held tight to the ears refusing to give an inch, in fact sliding in
deeper from time to time so when there wasn't piss in his mouth Weldon
would still have the taste of it on his dick.

	"Tomorrow evening when we get back from the match we will finish
your beating and if you don't win we will start at zero and go to fifty.  I
have a quirt in the barn which will do you better than this old board.  I
wouldn't want you getting splinters on your butt.  I am getting soft in my
old age, maybe we can sneak the coach's paddle out if someone keeps him
occupied.  I'll think about that.

	"Get me a Sunkist and meet me in the living room.  I want to watch
some TV.  You didn't clean the screen, slave."

	He wanted to lie and say he did but he couldn't.

	"This is going to add to your punishment.  Tomorrow after the match
you will be drinking piss in the shower.  If anyone joins me you will take
their piss too.  If everyone wants to join in, I'm going to let them.  You
need to learn to do your work correctly.  I don't like people that don't do
their work to the best of their ability.  The same goes for wrestling, you
need to be the best you can be.  Tomorrow morning we will practice, then we
will rest until time to go to the school."

	Leaning back on the sofa he didn't say any more as Weldon did his
best to please his owner by working his tongue over and around his balls
with as much love as he could.  Gradually Donny sank lower on the sofa
until he soon had his feet on the coffee table and told Weldon to work his
tongue lower and lower until he was licking and probing at the asshole
opening and closing at the touch of his tongue.

	"Lock your lips around my asshole.  I want to feel you sucking at
the rim.  That's good.  Now you're ready for me to fart in your mouth,
slave boy."