Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2020 16:31:17 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Unofficial Fare - Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between dominant men and submissive teenage boys. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay - Authoritarian / Bestiality: M+/t, oral, anal - - - - - Unofficial Fare - Part 2 The man fucked me for quite a long time, and it hurt like hell. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I kept shouting, but only the words "More! More! More!" left my lips. "Another fare dodger, Dave?" said a disembodied voice from outside the car. "No, Vic," replied the man. "He had the fare money, but I just couldn't resist his fuck-me eyes." "Do we get to take him home with us?" said another disembodied voice. "He looks well trim and submissive." "Yes, Bill," said Dave. "For the usual fee." Dave's climax was a noisy affair. I swore at all three men when Dave pulled his cock out of my sore arsehole. I then tried to fight off Bill and Vic as they forced me into the back of a Transit van. "Get off me!" I snapped. "You can't do this." "Oh yes we can, sunshine," said Vic. "Dave's always keen to sell off a fare dodger. He doesn't want them going to the filth with wild stories of rape and whatnot." "And of course," added Bill, "they're not seen on the streets again. Not unless they follow orders and play the game." I sprang forward, desperate to get out of the van. It was then that something hit me on the head. * * * "Welcome back to the land of the living, bitch," said Bill, with a broad smile on his face. "Looks like you had a little nap on the way here. Now, in a minute or two, you're gonna be released and told to leave the van. But before that happens, I need to collar you up." Bill reached into a cardboard box and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper. It took me a few seconds to realise that he was holding up a black leather collar, with a metal D-ring attached. The heavy leather band was almost three inches wide and had a small plastic box fitted directly opposite the D-ring. "Now pay attention, bitch," continued Bill. "You're going to learn a lot of new things while you're here, and sometimes you might have trouble following our instructions. The gadget on the collar is just like the shockers they use to train police dogs, but the voltage is set a little bit higher." I was too scared to move, so Bill had no trouble fitting the collar around my neck. A small padlock secured the collar; and as it did so, I felt two metal studs press hard against the back of my neck. "You know those stun guns they use on cattle," said Vic, as Bill snapped a chain leash to the D-ring. "Well, your collar is just like that .... except that it's activated by a remote-control unit. So, if you need to be put in your place, the zapper will let you know." "Now once you've found your feet," said Bill, "we'll all go inside and get you settled in." I stepped out of the van behind Bill, trying to keep some slack in the chain between us. The van was parked near a large house, out in countryside somewhere. I couldn't see any other houses in the area. A gravel driveway stretched off to a stand of tall trees, and dense bushes surrounding the house. There was a huge barn, with a chain-link fence behind it. I began shaking as I heard multiple, deep-throated barks coming from the barn's direction. I looked back to the van and saw the words 'Westcott Farm - Stud & Boarding Kennels' written on the side. "Why did you bring me out here?" I asked. "Please let me go. You can't just drag me away like this, I want to go home. I promise not to tell a soul about what's happened. So, please let me go." "Sorry, bitch," said Bill. "I think you really need to stay with us for a while. You look exhausted and out of salts, so you need to rest up here for a while." "Yes," added Vic. "You can't leave now, sunshine. I couldn't bear to see that cute arse of yours go unfucked by the dogs. There are so many things you have to learn about taking care of our dogs. After all, this is a stud kennel, you know." "I don't care," I whimpered. "I don't want to stay here. I don't know anything about dogs or kennels." "Don't you worry about that, bitch," interrupted Bill. "We're going to teach you all you need to know about dogs. Now get that sweet arse of yours inside the house." Bill gave a brief tug on the leash as he ordered me to "follow on". I reluctantly trailed along behind the man, wincing and stepping carefully as sharp gravel shifted under my bare feet. Vic followed close behind me, squeezing my bare arse as he did so. I tried pleading once more as they started up the steps to the front porch. "Please tell me what's going on here?" I begged, as Vic unlocked the front door. "What kind of place is this, and why did you bring me here?" "Okay, sunshine," replied Vic. "I'll tell you exactly what's going on here. We're gonna pimp you out to some pretty horny dogs." "And they're gonna hump your arse in front of their very kinky owners," added Bill, smiling. "You're gonna be fucked up hill and down dale. Plus, you're gonna suck canine cock and love every minute of it. Or else!" The two men burst into laughter as I was dragged into the house by a sharp pull on the leash. Bill and Vic were two muscle-bound brutes. They were no winners in the looks department, but they weren't ugly. Vic was in his mid-forties and bald; and Bill was a thirty-something, with blond hair and ice blue eyes. They both oozed menace, so I wasn't going to cross them. "Our dogs just love fucking boys like you, bitch," said Bill. "And we need a steady supply of bum-boys to keep them happy, so that's where you come in." "We buy drunk or broke students from Dave," said Vic. "In fact, we have one of them in the paddocks at the moment. I think he's in with Devil and Rocco. I felt physically sick as Vic's words sank in; I kept looking from one to the other, hoping that they were joking. The two men looked back at me, stony-faced. I was to become a dog's whore and canine cock-sucker. Tears filled my eyes as I hung my head. I barely felt Vic's hand stroking my left shoulder and upper back. "Take it easy, sunshine," he whispered. "Bill and I will be fucking you as well, so it's not all bad news." "Now that's got to make you feel better," said Bill. "A dog is all wham, bam, thank you ma'am. And then he knots up inside you for ages, and that ain't cool. Whereas Vic will stretch your arse-cheeks to the max with his nine-inch stem, and fuck your brains out all day. So, I'm gonna be your best bet. My seven-inch length will fuck your brains out, but I won't take all day doing it." Numb with horror, I went into submissive shock as the two men began toying with his cock, ball-sac and arse. I shivered when the chain leash slid over my skin, and again when Vic tweaked my rock-hard nipples. The man's caress raised goose bumps across my chest, prompting Bill to chuckle as he began fingering my arsehole. "We need to shave his ball-bag and arse-crack, Vic," said Bill. "He'll look a whole lot younger, with no pubes, in front of Neil's camera. And the other owners will like it too." "Okay, but we keep the shoulder-length hair," replied Vic. "It makes him look so innocent, and so-o-o cute. That bald look on the last bitch we bought didn't work at all. He looked too old and ugly." "Yep, I agree," said Bill. "He did look a lot like you on a good day." "Fuck off, dickhead. He looked more like your smacked arse." Both men laughed as they continued to grope, pinch and probe their new bitch. I was now their compliant sex pet. I had no rights, no say, and no escape. I was like the dozen or so dogs in the paddocks, or the four naked students that kept them company. None of the students were older than twenty, and all were reluctant movie stars - one of the dog owners was a commercial film director. The four students had been mounted and fucked in such titles as 'DOWN ON ALL-FOURS', 'HOT DOG' and 'K9 SEX-ROMP'. Also, two of the students had been seen sucking canine cock in 'DOG & BONE' and 'K9 FLOORSHOW'. The barn had been the setting for all five movies, and each student had been encouraged to satisfy two or more dogs in solo appearances. A gang of ruffians kept the students hard at it during the 40-minute movies, and Neil, the film director, enjoyed showing the ruffians bullying their victims to the max. "We're gonna make you drink dog piss, bitch," said Bill. "In front of Neil's camera." "No way! I'm not going to do that," I said, desperately looking to Vic for support. "Please don't make me do that. Please, please don't..." "You do as we say, sunshine," said Vic, dropping his right hand to his side and pressing the zap button on the remote-control unit. "You do as we say." My whole body juddered as a shockwave sizzled down my back and legs. The instantaneous jolt hammered me into the floor, and was over before I hit the carpet. It was like being blown apart in the blink of an eye; one second, I was about to say something, the next I was lying on the floor crying and twitching uncontrollably. I couldn't tell if I was actually hurt, the feeling was too intense. It felt like I was completely numb, and yet I was tingling all over. My arms and legs trembled and jerked as I tried to get up on my hands and knees. "Take it easy, bitch," said Bill. "Just stay there for a few minutes, and then try to stand up. The first zap is always a bummer, especially when you're not expecting it. I never tire of seeing a bitch fry, so keep saying 'No way!' to Vic." "Cut it out, Bill," said Vic. "This one is ultra-soft and ultra-cute. We don't want to burn him too much; he might blow a fuse." In spite of my disgust and loathing for the two men, I knew I had to comply with their kinky wishes, no matter how base they were. I had to stay alive, and I had to stay in one piece. Both men were capable of knocking me into the next county, with just one blow. So, I was determined to become their creature; their bitch-boy; their sex pet. To be continued...