WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
6
Angus and Shane
~
Shane Goodnight
was Angus, Charlie, Jessie and Dermont Goodnight’s baby brother.
He was a late in life child and his four older brothers were grown and
established lives of their own by the time he reached school age.
Because his parents died when he was just a boy, he was taken in by his
oldest brother. While Angus tried his best, Shane just couldn’t
seem to fit in. He never seemed like he belonged anywhere.
He felt cheated he didn’t have the home life his brothers had, and it
created a great deal of angst within him. It was always an open
sore with him no amount of love seemed to heal.
Angus wasn’t a
psychologist. He was a good ole boy,— a brown dirt cowboy who
knew about horses, cattle and all aspects of ranch life. He was
totally unprepared for a young boy who was dumped in his lap during the
early years of his marriage. A young kid who soon turned into a
rebellious teenager. He didn’t have a clue how to deal with a kid
like his baby brother. Angus dealt with his little brother out of
sympathy. He felt sorry
for Shane because he didn’t have the solid family life Angus and his
brothers had. Shane was his
brother, not his child. Angus knew how
he loved his other brothers. Surely if he loved Shane
enough, he would come to see what Angus was trying to do for him.
Given enough time, Angus prayed Shane would come to love, respect,
appreciate him and allow Angus to guide him. Angus
thought if he provided Shane with everything he
wanted he wouldn’t feel so alone or left out. He tried to buy his
little brother’s love. No one could fault Angus. The big
cowboy did his best. Unfortunately, his best wasn’t what Shane
needed. To Angus’
dismay he realized too late he'd been too soft on Shane.
Angus tried to
treat him like a little brother rather than become a dad to him, but
that’s not what Shane needed. He needed a strong alpha-male,— a
dad or surrogate father to kick his ass up between his shoulder blades,
yank him up by his short hairs and administer some tough love when he
misbehaved. Shane would actually become jealous of his nephews
when Angus corrected or punished them. Angus wasn’t prepared to
treat his baby brother that way. As a result, Shane became sullen
and withdrawn, he felt like Angus didn’t love him as much as he loved
his boys. Shane became a big burden to Angus and his family for a
number of years; however, out of a bad situation sometimes a modicum of
good may come. His experience with Shane taught Angus pretty damn
quick how to handle any problems with his own kids.
Angus swiftly
nipped any thoughts of rebellion or disobedience in the bud when he
even suspected trouble might be brewing, and he took no
prisoners. When they did wrong, by God, they got punished.
Angus didn’t spare the rod, but he made damn sure they understood why
they were being punished and he made them understand, while he loved
them dearly he simply would not tolerate such actions from them.
He made his kids understand, until they were old enough to leave the
nest and provide for themselves, he was their unofficial master and in
his home his word was as sacred as the Lord’s. If you wanted to
live happy and comfortably in his household, Angus was not to be
challenged.
If one of them
needed to be punished, they never repeated the same mistake twice,
because they knew the next time would be twice as bad, and the first
time was bad enough; they would never forget it. As a results,
Angus raised four thoughtful, considerate, well mannered kids who
became well thought of in their community, and went on to become
successful parents with kids of their own. Angus was once asked
how he was able to raise such fine children when other parents pulled
their hair out trying to get their kids to behave.
“Leave yore’
kids short on pocket money, but long on hugs.” was his response.
It
wasn’t like
Angus just gave up on Shane overnight. Shane’s
passive/aggressive
manipulations went on for a number of years until Angus was at his
wit’s end. Angus
went to
great lengths to reason with him. At one time or
another the entire family got involved
trying to help Shane. He got his brothers
together
several times to talk with him, but it didn’t do any good. Shane
was young and headstrong and looked upon his brothers as little more
than cowboys or country bumpkins. What did they know? He
started drinking, hanging out with drug dealers and prostitutes.
He would get into trouble, but Angus was always right there to bail him
out, take him home and sober him up. Shane would be
remorseful and promise never to fall into his old ways
again. He’d play the game for a while, then one day, he wouldn’t
come home and Angus would have to go out looking for him. The
family's well meaning but misguided efforts
were like casting pearls before swine or their bread upon the water.
Shane got into a
lot of trouble after he graduated high school and was sentenced to
become an indentured slave for a minimum of ten to a maximum of fifteen
years. He didn’t kill anybody, but there was a lot of property
damage, drug possession and petty theft involved. He was lucky it
was only ten to fifteen years. Any sentence over thirty years
meant automatic enslavement for life with no chance for manumission;
however, with a set sentence for a given number of years meant no one
could grant him manumission until he served his minimum sentence of ten
years as a slave; unless, there were mitigating circumstances that
might be brought before a court to lessen his sentence. It rarely
happened, but once in a great while some slave would do some unselfish,
heroic deed and have his sentence reduced.
Shane was warned
by the judge if he didn’t behave, the court was more than willing to
extend his sentence several more years or even life. As the judge
carefully explained to a repentant Shane if all went well, he worked
hard, became a good,
obedient slave for his master and he changed his ways, at the end of
ten years he
would be given a hearing. If he had no major incidents against
him, the quarterly reports from the State Indentured Slave Monitors
were acceptable, and he had a couple of people in the community who
would stand before the court on his behalf, he would then become a free
man again; however, he would be on probation for another five years.
The slightest
infraction or bad review from a Probation Officer could easily return
him to his slave status for the rest of his fifteen year
sentence. Also the time he spent as a free man after the ten
years would not be included in that five years; his time would start
from the second enslavement. If he was good for four years,
eleven months and twenty-nine days and fucked up on the last day of his
probation, he could spend another five years enslaved or longer
depending on the offense.
When Shane was
enslaved, the older brothers pooled their resources, Angus pulled some
strings, called in a few favors he had in the community and bought his
youngest brother as his slave. It was hard at first because Shane
just thought old rough talking, softhearted Angus was there to once
more bail him out. What of it? No sweat! No big
deal,— so he had to be his brother’s slave in name only. He might
have to clean up his act some. That was cool with him, he could
live with that; however, it didn’t work out quite that way for Shane.
Because of
Angus’ friends and political connections Shane never went up for
auction like a regular slave; however, until all the paperwork was done
and payment could be made he remained in the State and County Auction
Facility. They processed him like any other slave and inserted an
identification chip deep within the musculature of his left
shoulder. A price was set to cover the claims of property damage
and to satisfy fines for drug possession and petty theft. The
total came to several hundred thousand dollars. With his
brother’s help, Angus paid the money and the paperwork was completed in
one afternoon transferring ownership of one male slave, Daniel Shane
Goodnight, to rancher and businessman, Angus Shamus Goodnight.
Because of guilt and a deep abiding love for his little brother, Angus
paid the lion’s share. It wiped out his savings and all of Angus’
profits for the year, with which, he intended to by new machinery for
the ranch.
The afternoon
Angus brought Shane home from the Auction house he made sure his family
was away visiting with relatives for a long weekend. Angus was
ominously silent during the drive back to the ranch. He said
almost nothing and would only nod or give short replies to Shane’s
comments. Shane was going through his usual routine, telling
Angus how sorry he was, how ashamed of himself he was, and he promised
he wouldn’t do anything like that again. Thank God Angus came to
his rescue and kept him from becoming a slave. How grateful he
was. He’d learned his lesson. Angus could trust him
now. Angus couldn’t remember how many times he listened to the
same speech before. Angus pulled his big truck over to the side
of the road and killed the engine. He sat there quietly for a
moment looking at the road ahead. Shane was very quiet.
“Shane, I want
you to understand something,— you’re no longer a free man,— you’re a
slave now. You’re my slave. Our brothers and me, we dug
deep into our pockets to buy you to make sure you didn’t go to some
bastard of a slave owner who would abuse you and through lies and
deceit get chore’ ass enslaved for life. A slave don’t have much
defense against the word of his master, especially if he’s got several
paid witnesses who will swear they saw the slave commit some
offense. You know as well as I do the number of indentured slaves
who have been wrongfully enslaved for life by some unscrupulous slave
owner is very high. It’s done every day. It’s too damn easy
for the courts to rubber stamp an owner’s request to have an indentured
slave’s term extended for life. Yore’ brothers and me couldn’t
let that happen to you. We won’t let it happen.
I want you to
understand, to afford to buy you, I had to cancel buying some much
needed mechanical equipment for the ranch, which would enhance our
profits and make me and my family a little more comfortable. It
wiped out our savings and all profits we made on the ranch this last
year. As a result I may have to take a mortgage on the ranch at
the end of the year. There’s a possibility we could lose it
altogether and my family will have no place to go. I don’t really
think you appreciate the seriousness of what you’ve done and how costly
it’s affected those who love you; however, your family was in unanimous
agreement to cutback where we can to make this happen. It wasn’t
just one person being affected, Shane,— it’s everyone in our family.
I’m only gonna’
say this once, Shane, and I want you to listen very carefully.
I’m sorry your life didn’t go the way you thought it should. I’m
sorry I wasn’t wise enough to treat you as one of my kids instead of
trying to treat you like my little brother. I’m sorry you found
it necessary to live your life in such a way as to bring us to this
point, but the fact remains you did and now for the first time in your
life, you must accept the consequences of your actions. No one is
willing to do it for you anymore.
I’m also sorry
for what I have to do for you to save you from yourself,— from your own
selfish, self-destructive drive. You may think, because of some
of the things you may face in the coming three months, I don’t love
you. H’it ain’t true, Shane. I want you to know, no matter
what happens between us from this point on, I have loved you and I will
always love you. You’re my baby brother and what I’m about to do,
I’m doing not for revenge or to punish you, but because I love you and,
by God, I have pledged myself to save you.
Now,— I ain’t
used to having no slave speak to me unless I give him permission,
especially in the first three months I own him. As you know,
there’s a break in period for all new slaves. If you resign
yore’self to the fact you’re now a slave it will go smoothly for
you. If not, I promise it will be rough. The more you
resist, the tougher I will make it for you. H’it don’t make me no
never mind, you can make it easy on yore’self, or you can make it
tough, the choice is up to you, but I guaran-damn-tee-ya, at the end of
the three month period, you will be broken as a slave. You will
learn how to think like a slave, act like a slave, but most
importantly, you will be a slave.
You will be
treated like any other slave on my property. There will be no
special treatment or privileges for you. You will go through the
same three month training all slaves go through on my ranch. You
are now just another one of my slaves; therefore, unless you want me to
pull you out of this gotdamned truck, rip them fuck’n clothes off’n you
and beat chore’ ass until it bleeds, you won’t say another word until I
tell you to. Do you understand?” Angus spoke firmly and
deliberately to him.
“Yes, Sir,
brother!” Shane said sarcastically. That was all it took
for Angus to explode. He pulled back and backhanded Shane across
his mouth causing blood to splatter over the passenger door and the
windshield in front of him. Shane put both hands to his face,
wailing and sobbing in pain.
“Look at me,
slave!” Angus demanded. “Look at me now, or I’m gonna’ hit
chu’ again only this time it’ll be harder; I’ll put chore’ fuck’n
lights out!”
Shane looked at
him and Angus could see he hurt his lip pretty bad, but it would heal.
“Don’t you ever
speak to me in that manner again. This is not playtime, or give
and take. You’re my slave! I’m your owner,— your
Master! The proper way to address me as your Master is ‘Sir,’
‘Master,’ or you may call me ‘Master Angus.’ You will never again
call me yore’ brother,— you got that, you worthless little
maggot?” Angus was right in Shane’s face. Shane didn’t
answer right away. “You better answer yore’ Master when he asks
you a question, slave!” Angus yelled even louder and drew back
his arm to hit Shane again.
“Yes, Sir,
Master Angus! I understand, Sir!”
Angus sat there
looking at Shane for a minute, then he let himself cool down. He
turned his attention back to the truck, turned the ignition, put it in
gear and drove on. Shane sobbed quietly for a while until Angus
had all he could take. Angus’ big heart was breaking, but he
couldn’t let his little brother see. He had to take control of
the situation and be in charge. It was the only way he saw to
rescue his little brother, whom he loved very much, from a much more
terrible fate than being his slave for ten years.
“Cut it out,
slave! You’ve had yore’ cry. Enough is enough. You
ain’t gonna’ work me with no tears. Your time for tears is
over. Get chore’self together right now, or I’ll stop the damn
truck again, but trust me,— you don’t want me to do it a second time.”
When they
arrived at the ranch Angus’ free man ranch foreman, Bill Birdsall, was
waiting for them. He was a big cowboy like Angus. All the
slaves were out working on the range. Angus got out of the truck
and told Shane to get out.
“Follow us,
slave.” Angus barked at Shane.
Shane followed
the men into a small room on the back of Angus’ large barn.
“Strip,
slave. Take off all yore’ clothes. We gotta’ process you
like any other slave.”
“Angus, I’m
yore’ brother, please don’t do this to me.” Shane pleaded with
his older brother.
Angus didn’t
hesitate. He backhanded Shane again and sent him reeling across
the room.
“You’ve lost the
right to call me brother for ten years, slave. After you’ve
served your time as a slave, we’ll talk about you being my brother
again. Until then, you’re first and foremost, my slave.
Don’t chu’ never call me yore’ brother again. My baby brother was
lost to me in that courtroom when that judge passed sentenced and you
became a slave. One day I hope to find my baby brother again, but
until that time you’re nothing more than a slave and yore’ ass belongs
to me. I done told you
how you’re suppose to address yore’ master. You never listen to
nobody. ‘At’s yore’ damn problem, slave. Well, you fuck’n
well better start listening. You will never call me by my first
name again unless you put ‘Master’ before it. No matter how much
I did for you, you never showed me any respect in all the years you
lived in my home, but you’re gonna’ start now. I will no longer
tolerate your disrespect. It ends today, here, right now, this
minute! I don’t give a shit how you feel about it, you will show
me the respect I deserve as your owner and Master. Now, git
chore’ damn clothes off or I’m gonna’ rip ‘em off’n you. I ain’t
a’ gonna’ tell you again. ”
Shane didn’t
respond quick enough for Angus.
“Bill,— loan me
yore’ Barlow knife. I guess we gotta’ do this the hard way.”
“No, Master
Angus. I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t give you no more
problems.” Shane ripped off his shirt, undid his Wranglers,
shucked off his boots and was standing there buck-ass naked in front of
the two men.”
“‘At’s better,
boy. Okay, Bill, you know what to do.”
“Yes, Sir.
I’ll take care of it.”
“You will obey
and respect Mr. Birdsall without question, slave. You will call
him ‘Sir,’ ‘Master,’ ‘Master Birdsall,’or ‘Master Bill.’ For the
first three months of your training, you will only speak when spoken to
and asked a direct question. You will obey every command at all
times without hesitation. If you fail to comply you will be
punished. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master, I understand.”
“Fine!
Come git me when you’re done, Bill.”
“Yes, Sir, Boss.”
Bill Birdsall
got busy and ordered Shane up on the prep table. He first denuded
his body of all hair including his eyebrows with a pair of electric
clippers. He applied a depilatory paste all over his body except
for his eyes. After it remained on for almost thirty minutes he
ordered Shane outside to the back of the barn. He took a garden
hose with a pistol-grip nozzle and rinsed Shane down. He took a
wash cloth, applied a large quantity of liquid soap and scrubbed Shane
like he would one of his prize ponies. He didn’t seem the least
shy about washing the young man’s private parts or checking him to see
if all his hair was removed.
He hosed Shane down again
for the last time. The big cowboy
threw Shane a towel and told him to dry himself as quickly as
possible. When Master Birdsall was satisfied he was dry enough,
he ordered him to climb onto a metal rack by the side of the barn and
strapped Shane onto it tightly so he couldn’t move. He walked
away from Shane and left him there to dry in the warm sun. It
wasn’t a hot day. After a while, Shane got tired of laying there
and started hollering for Bill to come let him off the rack. Had
he forgotten about him?
Bill Birdsall
was almost as big as Angus, but he was buffed out to the max. He
worked out every day with improvised weight sets he and some of the
slaves made and kept in a stall in the old barn. Soon all the
slaves were working out and looking good. Angus was impressed by
the change in their bodies and attitudes. For Christmas that year
he bought them a full set of Olympic weights and a couple of benches.
Bill was a
cowboy of the old school. He was hardworking, quiet, stoic and
wouldn’t put up with any nonsense from the slaves he was foreman
over. He was hard, but he was fair. He demanded and got a
full day’s work from each slave cowhand. All his slaves were
devoted to him. They knew they had a better life than ninety
percent of the slaves in the world. Even though Shane had no
sexual interest in men, he often looked upon Bill Birdsall as an
attractive man.
Bill walked out
of the barn in a lazy stroll. He didn’t say anything to Shane as
he walked up to him. He stood there in front of him looking at
him as Shane ranted he was hot, uncomfortable and he wondered if Bill
had forgotten about him. The foreman adjusted the rack so Shane’s
head was level with Bill’s waist.
“Open yore’
mouth, slave, I need to check yore’ teeth for fillings.”
Shane opened his
mouth and Bill began to look into his mouth.
“A bit wider,
slave.”
Shane stretched
his mouth open as far as he possibly could. With one swift, sure
movement, Bill had a penis plug in Shane’s mouth, down his throat and
strapped in tight. Shane was trying to make all sorts of protest,
but Bill calmly readjusted the rack like it was and stood before him
again. Bill breathed deeply, held the air in his lungs for a
moment and let it out in an audible sigh.
“Ahhh,— now,
that’s nice.” he said calmly. “You hear that, slave?
You know what that is? It’s the sound of silence. It’s
quiet again. Now, maybe I can get some work done. Yore’
Master done told you, you’re not to speak unless directly spoken to and
asked a question. You will remain plugged until you can keep your
mouth shut. You have a three month processing period, so the
sooner you start think’n and acting like a slave the easier it’s gonna’
be on you. I could care less what you want or how you feel, you
just ain’t that important in the scheme of things around here no more,
you’re a fuck’n slave, I can do with you as I damn well please for as
long as I please and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about
it.” Bill turned on his boot heels and walked away back into the
barn.
Shane came to
realize Bill Birdsall operated on cowboy time. He never did
anything fast. He would eventually get around to doing everything
he was suppose to, but it would be in Master Bill’s time. There
was very little that ruffled him and Shane couldn’t ever remember
seeing Master Bill angry or excited about anything. He took life
and everything that came his way in a relaxed and comfortable manner.
A couple of the
slaves came looking for Master Bill and passed by Shane on the
rack. They only paid him cursory interest. Shane was
embarrassed to be so displayed naked. He felt like a piece of
meat waiting for the butcher. In a way, he way. His two
masters had every intention of carving away from him the fat of his
previous existence. When they were through with him he would be a
broken, lean, obeying machine, devoid of any thoughts of himself. The
slaves went into the barn to Master Bill’s office.
Soon Master Bill
came out with the two slaves. They were carrying two
shovels. Master Bill instructed them to dig a hole right under
Shane about three feet deep and about two feet in diameter.
The slaves were men Shane knew and liked. He’d talked with them
many times. They begin to dig and for the most part ignored
him. He tried to speak to them, but they just looked up at him
and smiled. The bigger slave named Jim spoke to him.
“Easy,
lad! Easy there, Shane, boy.” he said in a decided Irish
brogue. Jim had been found to be an illegal immigrant and was
enslaved for life. He smiled warmly at the slave on the
rack, “Take a tip from two old slave hands, lad, don’t fight
it. Accept it as quick as possible, Son, and it’ll go a lot
easier on ya.’ The sooner you allow yourself to be broken, the
quicker you’ll become a slave and ya’ can begin to heal. H’it
ain’t that bad, laddie buck. Don’t fight ‘em, bucko. Ya’
can’t win, lad. Go with the flow. Do’na’ struggle.”
They finished
digging the hole and Jim went to get Master Bill for his
approval. Master Bill was satisfied and asked if either wanted to
stick around and help him with Shane. He stressed they didn’t
have to. They declined and left for the slave quarters. In
a little while Master Bill came out of the barn wearing a full length
rubber apron and a pair of rubber boots. He had a huge plastic
enema bag with some strange contraptions on the end. He hung it
on the highest point of the slave rack.
He carefully
greased Shane’s hole and inserted his first device. He took
something that looked like a syringe of water and shot it into a small
plug attached to the device. Suddenly Shane felt something
growing large in his ass. It was like a balloon was being
inflated up his butt. He struggled and tried to yell, but Master
Bill didn’t pay him any attention. He acted like he was merely
doing his job, and he would do it as efficiently as possible without
being rushed.
Shane watch
Master Bill take another syringe and shoot some liquid into another
balloon that inflated on the outside of his ass drawing the balloon
inside tight creating a double seal in his ass. The horror of
what was about to happen to him came to him. Master Bill was
shutting off his ass so no liquid could escape. He was going to
fill Shane with the contents of the enema bag. Shane groaned in
horror. He never felt more vulnerable in his life. He never
had an enema before, and the thought was not only unbearable, it was
repugnant to him. The slaves dug their hole for him to void
into. They knew what was going to happen to him.
Without further
to do, Master Bill hooked up the gallon bag of fluid and checked his
work. He was satisfied everything was ready to go. He
looked up at the miserable slave on the rack and smiled. He
adjusted the rack so Shane’s legs would be in a sitting position.
He lowered the rack so Shane was parallel to the ground. Shane
was praying he was going to tell him what he was doing, but Master Bill
just began whistling an old cowboy tune as he turned the petcock on the
enema bag and the warm soapy liquid began to flow into Shane’s bowels.
Master Bill
looked at his watch, turned and walked away. Shane watched him
disappear into the barn, still whistling his happy tune, as more and
more fluid filled his gut. He felt the balloons holding his ass
tightly and no fluid could escape. Shane looked up at the
huge bag of liquid and groaned. How would he ever take all
that. He was already so full he was starting to cramp, but soon
the cramp went away, only to be followed by another worse than the
first. It continued to fill him until his belly was extended like
a balloon itself. Shane’s mind was reeling from the discomfort
and embarrassment.
Shane couldn’t
understand why his dick was rock hard. It was the most
uncomfortable he’d ever been. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it
was terribly uncomfortable. He lay there thinking about his life
and the things he’d done wrong. He remembered his brother talking
with him in the truck and all his explanations. Was Angus just
bullshitting him? He knew his oldest brother was a great
bullshitter. Had he really done something so bad to deserved
this. ‘Love me, my ass!’ he thought angrily. ‘He only loves
himself and the money I’m gonna’ make him as a slave. Fuck
him. I’ll escape and runaway the first chance I get.’ he
consoled himself; however, he knew in his heart it was a useless
thought.
After what
seemed to Shane like hours, Master Bill returned wearing a large pair
of black rubber gloves. He looked pleased the bag was empty and
all the fluid was in Shane’s gut. He put his hand on Shane’s
belly and began to knead it like a baker would knead his dough for
making bread. Shane groaned as he felt the cold rubber gloves
working his belly. It was already uncomfortable enough, why the
hell was he doing this? After Master Bill was satisfied he’d
accomplished what he set out to do, he raise the slave rack back to the
vertical and Shane was once again in a sitting position.
Master Bill
somehow released the fluid in the balloons and they deflated at the
same time. He stepped back just in time for Shane’s ass to
literally fall out. Shane groaned and writhed as the dirty enema
solution rushed from his body. Just when he thought there was no
more in him another rush of fluid would come down his tract and rush
out. The hole beneath him was positioned perfectly.
“The worst
part’s over, slave. The next two bags will be easier on you
because you won’t have so much crap in you.”
‘Two more
bags?’ Shane screamed in his mind. How was he going to
survive two more bags. This wasn’t slave training, it was cruel
and inhumane torture.
Shane did
survive two more bags and Master Bill was right. The next two
bags, while uncomfortable, weren’t nearly as bad as the first. It
was late afternoon when Master Bill finished with him and hosed Shane
off around his genital and ass area. He let Shane down from the
rack, handed him a towel and told him to dry himself good. Shane
did as he was told. He was still wearing the penis gag.
Master Bill told
him to follow him. Shane obeyed and followed Master Bill into the
slave training room. In the center of the room was a short padded
leather bench. Master Bill instructed him to lay on his back on
the bench. Shane complied and no sooner lay down when Master Bill
began to fasten straps to hold him on the bench. He didn’t finish
until he was sure the slave was bound tight and couldn’t escape.
The bench wasn’t long enough for Shane’s legs and feet so they just
dropped over the edge. It was only big enough to support his
upper torso.
Master Bill got
a couple of leather leg cuffs from a cabinet and put them on each of
Shawn’s ankles. Each had a ‘D’ring and he raised Shawn’s legs
over his head and clipped the ‘D’ ring of the ankle cuffs to a chain
hanging from a beam in the ceiling. Shane’s ass was just at waist
height and exposed. Once again he felt embarrassed and
exposed. His big cock was laying across his belly like a Schlitz
tall boy beer can. Bill Birdsall was impress with its size.
He had seen
Angus’ cock on many occasions when he prepared a slave for him to
fuck. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought Angus might be a
little bigger than Shane. He knew Angus was big enough to garner
awe and reverence from his slaves.
Shane suddenly
realized he was being prepared for fucking. Surely his brother
wouldn’t consider fucking him,— would he? He couldn’t even ask
with his mouth plugged. He tried to talk with Master Bill, but he
just ignored Shane. Master Bill got a strange looking contraption
from one of the cabinets. It looked like a long rubber cock with
a hole in the head like a round piss hole; however, on the other end it
had what looked like a mechanic’s lube gun.
That’s exactly
what it was, and Shane felt Master Bill shooting some lubricant around
his hole and then used it to penetrate his ass with the long, black
dildo. Shane could feel it snaking its way up inside him, and was
glad he was free of any matter inside him to hinder its progress.
It was uncomfortable but not painful.
After Master
Bill had the rubber part of the lube gun as far inside Shane as he
thought necessary, he slowly began to withdraw the dildo while filling
Shane’s ass with lube. He took a good size butt plug from off a
shelf and began to work it into Shane’s ass. Since Shane was a
virgin it took him a while, but he finally managed to get it in and
seated properly. When he was finished he wiped the excess
lubricant from Shane’s ass.
“Well,
baby-slave, it’s time for yore’ grand opening. You’re clean and
ready for your Master’s use. I’ll go get the boss in a minute and
he’s gonna’ come in here and take yore’ cherry. Then when he gits
through with you he’ll leave you with me and I git to fuck you.
You relax and try to get in the mood because yore’ Master has a cock a
little bigger than yours.”
Shane looked at
him in horror, as Master Bill turned and walked out of the room quietly
closing the door behind him. In a while he returned with Angus.
“I see you had
to plug his mouth. We’re gonna’ have to remove that because I
plan to take both holes this evening.” Angus paused for a moment,
then spoke to Shane, “Lemme’ tell you what’s gonna’ happen,
slave. Your Master’s gonna’ take you for your first time as a
slave. It’s every owner’s right to take a slave’s cherry. I
told you, you weren’t gonna’ git no special treatment and I meant
it. I will use you whenever I wish. You will get better and
better at sucking my dick and taking it up yore’ ass. I’m gonna’
start with you sucking my dick for a little while and then I’ll fuck
you. Let me warn you, slave, if you attempt to bite me or Master
Bill I will take you the slave vet and have all your teeth removed
without anesthetics. Then I will have him castrate you without
anesthetics. So don’t be a fool. Don’t even think about
it! Do you understand?”
Shane shook his
head affirmative he understood.
“Good let’s get
started, shall we? You will not speak when I remove your
gag. You have nothing to say I wanna’ hear anyway. Nothing
you could say at this point will make any difference in what’s about to
happen to you. Do you understand?”
Shane nodded his
head again he understood.
Angus took off
his big cowboy hat and set it on a small table in the room. He
sat in a wooden chair and removed his boots. He removed his
Wranglers and hung them over the back of the chair. He took his
Western shirt off and removed his undershirt. He stood there
naked and Shane looked in awe at his enormous penis. It looked
like his. It looked like a tall boy beer can. Angus sat
back down and pulled his boots back on.
“You may as well
go ahead and strip, Bill. I may want you to fuck his face while
I’m fuck’n his ass. Ain’t no use in let’n his skull pussy set
there empty go’n to waste when you could be enjoy’n it.”
Bill started
taking off his clothes. When he was finished he put his boots
back on and stood waiting for his boss.
“Have you got
everything else ready, Son?” Angus asked Bill.
“Yes, Sir, right
here.”
He showed Angus
the cattle prod he had in his hand in case Shane tried to bite
him. One shot from the prod would stop him pretty damn
quick. Bill moved to Shane’s ass keeping the prod hidden from his
view. Angus undid the strap which held the penis gag in Shane’s
mouth, removed it and set it aside on a shelf.
Shane didn’t
notice when he lay down on the short table there was a break in the
table were his head was resting. I was a detachable part that
only acted to hold his head when he was in resting position.
Angus flipped the catch underneath the support that held the hinged
piece in place and it dropped away from under Shane’s head. He
head was thrown back and down so it rested right at the height his
brother’s cock was. The big fat monster with one eye was staring
him right in the face.
“Open wide
baby-slave yore’ new Master’s movin’ in.” Shane didn’t open his
mouth. He was going to try to resist. He saw a sneer come
across his brother’s face.
“I ain’t gonna’
fool with him, Bill. He’s gotta’ learn. Give ‘em a shot.”
Master Bill
touched Shane’s butt and pressed the button on the cattle prod.
Shane’s body jumped so hard he almost pulled the straps out binding him
to the table. He let out a yell that could be heard all over the
ranch.
“Now,— let’s try
this again.” Shane had tears running down his face, but his head
was back in position and his mouth was wide open waiting for his
Master’s big fat cowboy dick. It would be the first time Shane
ever had a man’s penis in his mouth. It wouldn’t be the last.
Angus guided his
dick into Shane’s mouth and made him gag a bit.
“First lesson
slave. Any master who has a foreskin like mine you clean him good
before you suck him. Close yore’ lips around my dick. Now
I’m gonna’ pull my foreskin back. I want you to git all the sweet
flavors of yore’ master’s dick. It may taste a bit sour and
bad to you right now, but at the end of three months you’ll beg me for
a taste of it. Run your tongue around the head and clean it real
good for me. ‘At’s it! You’re doing fine. See cock
sucking ain’t so bad.”
Angus let Shane
get use to his taste and smell. He purposely didn’t clean his
cock before he came out. He was aware he had the collected odors
on his dick of a full days worth of body fluids his body produced and
probably a bit of head cheese as an added treat for his new
slave. Shane gagged a few times and once Angus thought he might
throw up but he didn’t.
“All right,
that’s enough, slave. Now relax yore’ throat. My dick’s as
fat as your’n and we’re gonna’ have to stretch you some, but
you’ll get used to it. You may gag a lot but work on trying not
to. You won’t be able to pass your training period until you can
be properly face fucked by your masters without gaging. The
secret to good cock-sucking is learning to breath on yore’ master’s out
stroke. I may take you a while, but if’n you don’t wanna’ pass
out you’ll learn purdy damn quick. Here we go.”
Angus started
face fucking him. He place his hand under Shane’s head and lifted
him just a bit so his fat dick would be aimed right at his
throat. He fucked and fucked at the same penetration for
while. Shane gagged a few times but nothing major. Angus
decided to fuck him deeper and was surprised Shane was taking him with
little problem. Bill watched as Shane’s throat would swell as
Angus’ huge cock would enter. Angus kept that up for a while and
decided to go a little deeper.
The very next
stroke he penetrated Shane’s throat pretty deep. Bill was a
little amazed Shane hadn’t tried to resist some way, and he had the
cattle prod poised like a venomous snake. Angus looked down and
could see the tears streaming down Shane’s face. He could feel
them dropping on his hand, but he continued to fuck his face at the
same depth. He decided he wouldn’t go further. Finally he
stopped and pulled out. He was still holding Shane’s head as he
laid his fat cock over his face.
“Slave manners
dictate you kiss your master’s cock, slave, and thank him for honoring
you with his dick and fucking yore’ face.”
Shane began to
kiss and lick his brother’s big dick and Angus heard him say, “Thank
you master for giving me the honor of suck’n yore’ dick. Thank
you for fucking my face, Sir.”
“‘At’s good for
a start, slave. Now let’s pop yore’ other cherry.”
Angus reach down
and brought the headrest up and it clicked into place supporting
Shane’s head. Angus move to the other end of the table and looked
into Shane’s eyes. He was looking for defiance, but instead he
saw fear, shame and embarrassment. ‘Good!’ he thought, ‘I
can deal with them.’ Defiance, however, will not be
tolerated. Angus wasted no time in getting down to business.
“The first time
a man gits fucked is always the hardest. It may hurt like a
mother fucker, but you lay there and take it like the slave you
are. To ease yore’ mind you’re clean inside so my size won’t
damage you. You might even find it feels purdy good after a
while.”
Angus popped out
Shane’s butt plug Master Bill inserted earlier and handed it to
him. Bill wrapped it in a towel and set it on a table.
Angus held out his hand for some grease. Bill took the lube gun
he lubed Shane with earlier and shot a big wad into Angus’ hand.
Angus applied it generously to his fat dick. He positioned
himself with the big mushroom head of his penis at Shane’s
rosebud. He teased his hole a couple of time and tested the
tensile strength of the muscle.
Angus was trying
to judge how tight Shane was. He could tell the butt plug
loosened him a little. Angus leaned forward looking deeply into
Shane’s eyes and drove himself home in one sure, fluid motion.
Shane gasp and his eyes opened wide as his back arched to try to get
away from the huge shaft he was just impaled on, but the straps across
his chest held him tight. He wasn’t going anywhere. He let
out a yell and started cursing a blue streak.
“Take it
out! Oh, my God, it hurts! You fuck’n son of a bitch!
You sadistic motherfucker! How could you do this to your own
brother? You’re right, asshole! You ain’t my brother no
more! Who, the fuck, would want a worthless piece a’ shit like
you for a brother! I hate you, Angus! I pray to God you die
a horrible death, you bastard!”
“Bill make a
note of that.” Angus said with little emotion in his voice,
“Ten strokes with the whip tomorrow. I’ll administer the
punishment myself. Oh, yes, and five more for calling his own
mother a bitch. I’m afraid what we have here is a failure to
communicate. I guess he’s jes’ gonna’ have to learn the hard
way. I ain’t surprised. He never would listen to nobody
anyway. He’s so fuck’n hardheaded, you couldn’t tell him
nothing. He always knew more’n ever’body else did. He was
smarter’n ever’body. Must not a’ been too damn smart, here he is
a worthless piece of slave meat with my dick up his butt learn’n how a
Master takes his slave’s cherry.
I can see his
three months of slave training is gonna’ be a living hell for
him. Too bad, because he was once my little brother, and I’s
kinda hoping he’d ease into it for his sake. The more he resists,
the worse we’re gonna’ make it for him. There’s only one option
here, and it don’t take no fuck’n rocket scientist to figure it
out. We hold all the cards. He will be broken, and he will
become a docile, well trained, obedient slave. I was kinda
dread’n having to do this, but he jes’ changed my mind for me. I
think I’m really gonna’ enjoy it now. What say we git chu’
fucked, slave?”
“Go to
hell!” Shane yelled at Angus.
“You jes’ earned
yore’self five more lashes with the whip, slave.”
“Bill git
chore’self around there and fill his skull pussy with yore’ dick so’s
we don’t have to listen to his bullshit no more. Give him a good
face fuck’n and make sure he swallows yore’ load when you come.”
“Right,
Boss.” Bill moved to Shane’s head, lowered the headrest, told
Shane to open wide and shoved his considerable piece of meat down his
throat. He began fucking him deeper than Angus did.
Angus let his
cock remain in Shane without moving it. He could feel the boy’s
ass starting to calm down. It was spasming so hard it felt like
it was trying to chew Angus’ cock off. It was a thrilling feeling
for Angus, for once to be in control of his youngest brother. His
dick was harder than it had been in a year or more. Shane had
always blown him off as a country bumpkin he just couldn’t show any
respect to no matter how good Angus was to him. Now he had nine
and a half inches of fat country bumpkin cock up his butt his ass was
sucking on.
Shane remembered
feeling Angus’ huge, bull like balls slap against his ass as he drove
his dick into him. Even though he was a bit more loose than if he
hadn’t had the plug in him, it still had to be the most painful thing
he’d ever experienced. He actually thought for a minute he was
going to die. He was thrashing his head from side to side as the
pain slowly began to subside, but it left him with an uncomfortable
full feeling like he needed to take a big dump.
Shane had all
his could do to breath properly as Master Bill was slowly but
methodically fucking his throat. He wasn’t paying much attention
to his ass until he felt Angus begin to stir. Angus moved his
cock out just a bit then put it all the way back in. Shane was
amazed something as simple as moving his big dick a couple of times
seemed to shift everything around inside and was beginning to feel just
a bit more comfortable. He still felt like he needed to take a
big dump so he decided to just relax his bowels and try to shit his
assailant out of his ass.
Angus felt
Shane’s pushing and used it to his advantage. This was what he
was hoping for. He withdrew almost to the head of his cock and
then returned it the full length back into Shane. Angus was so
well lubricated and Shane’s ass was full of lube there was no
resistance to Angus’ dick sliding in. He started fucking Shane in
earnest. To Shane’s amazement all the hurt and pain had gone
away. All that was left was a wonderful full feeling on his
brother’s in-stroke and an even more wonderful feeling as he move out
of his ass.
Every time
Angus’ dick hit his prostate, Shane would moan. Bill was enjoying
Shane’s moaning sound as it felt good to his pulsating dick. He
knew it wouldn’t be too long before he would be erupting in the slave’s
mouth, but he would wait to see if his boss wanted to climax
together. They had enjoyed many slaves together. Angus was
Bill’s ideal of what he thought a successful family man and rancher
should be. It pained him to see him so upset with Shane. He
knew beneath the hard-nosed facade, Angus was hurting. Bill
watched his bull of a boss fucking his little brother’s ass, and
it excited him. Angus was fucking Shane steadily now.
He was about to kick it up a notch.
Shane’s dick got
roaring hard. He was mortified. It was embarrassing to
think what was being done to him against his will was stimulating him,
but he had to admit his big brother was starting to feel pretty damn
fine. Was this what queers felt when they got fucked? Maybe
there was something to this after all. Angus smiled as he looked
down at his little brother’s dick and could see the pool of pre-come on
his belly.
“Yeah, yore’
Master’s big fat cowboy cock is feel’n pert-damn good to you,— ain’t
it, slave. It’s time to spur my pony in the flanks and take it to
the barn. I’m taking your cherry, slave, I’m gonna’ fill your ass
full of my cowboy country bumpkin come, fuck face.”
Angus started
fucking Shane harder and with much more powerful strokes. It was
about to drive Shane crazy. He didn’t know how much more he could
take, it was feeling so damn good. He didn’t want it to feel
good. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t suppose to be enjoying
this. God help him, he couldn’t help it, he found himself lifting
his ass a bit to better meet his big brother’s strokes.
“I’m just about
to shoot, Bill. You close?”
“I’m there,
Boss, say the word.”
“Now,
pod’na! Let’s fill ‘em up. Aaaeeeee! Ride ‘em
cowboy! Lucky slave’s catching his Master’s spunk. Ahhhhh,
shit yeah!” Angus moaned as he emptied volley after volley of his
hot cowboy cream up Shane’s butt. At the same time Bill was
exploding in Shane’s mouth and throat. He had no choice but to
swallow Master Bill’s cowboy spunk. Shane marveled it didn’t
taste as repulsive as he might have imagined. It was hot, a bit
salty, but it wasn’t bad. He swallowed and swallowed as Angus
continued to pound his ass, when suddenly something inside him
snapped. He couldn’t believe he was close to orgasm. Oh
no! This wasn’t suppose to happen. Is my brother turning me
into a queer? Oh, God, it’s feeling too damn good. I
can’t hold it back! He moaned loudly.
Shane shot his
load in three huge volleys. Angus looked at Bill, smiled and
winked. Master Bill had a grin on his face as wide as
Texas. Neither man said anything about Shane’s ejaculation.
Bill instructed
the slave how to clean his cock. He pulled back his foreskin so
Shane could clean him thoroughly. He lay his cock on Shane’s head
and was surprised to hear Shane thank him.
“Thank you
Master Bill for giving me the honor of sucking your dick and
drinking your fine tasting come.” Then to both their surprise
they heard him say. “Thank you, Master Angus for taking my cherry
and fuck’n my ass. I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”
“Okay, but
you’re still gonna’ git punished, baby-slave, for your outburst.
You will control yore’ temper and rage or else face the
consequences. Outburst like that won’t be tolerated. We’re
gonna’ make damn sure it don’t happen again.”
Bill brought the
headrest back up to support Shane’s head and neck. Angus walked
around to Shane’s head, put his cock right at his mouth, pulled back
his considerable foreskin to expose his cock-head.
“Kiss your
master’s dick, slave. Tell him how much you appreciate him
fucking you.”
Shane kissed the
big mushroom head of Angus’ cock.
“Thank you,
Master Angus, I appreciate you fucking me real good.”
“All
right. That’s a start, slave. There may be hope for you
yet. Plug his ass again, Bill. There’s a draft in
here.” Angus winked at his foreman. Bill smiled. “We
don’t want any of his master’s good come leaking out. He needs to
absorb that in his gut so it’ll help him know who he belongs to.”
Bill swiftly returned the plug to Shane’s ass. “And let’s
introduce him to his pacifier, Bill.”
Shane couldn’t
understand what just happened to him. Why did he get sexually
arouse when his big brother was viciously fucking him? All he
could think about was he wanted Angus to fuck him harder. If he
didn’t have a cock down his throat he knew he would’ve called out to
Angus. He would’ve called him his ‘master’ and begged him to fuck
him harder. How could such a vicious, hate filled act like
homosexual rape be so stimulating to him? He could see what was
developing was nothing more than mind control. He didn’t want to
go along with it, he wouldn’t go along with it if he could
resist, but what choice did he have? Angus was right, the
cards were stacked against him. Hell, he wasn’t even holding a
joker.
Why did he thank
his brother for raping him? It didn’t come from fear or horror of
the situation, it came from the depths of his soul. It seemed
more like a gut level response to a strongly sexually motivated
impulse. He hated himself for saying that to Angus. He was
so confused, and he had no one to talk with about it. Maybe it
would be better just to give in and as Jim his slave friend told him
‘go with the flow.’ Maybe he should allow himself to become a
slave. What choice did he have? It was obvious Angus wasn’t
going to negotiate. Shane wasn’t going to fast talk his way
around his big brother this time. God, he was looking at ten long
years living under the abject total domination of his brother’s
will. Did his other brothers know what was happening to
him? He knew Charlie would never approve of such a thing.
Master Bill went
to a cabinet and returned with a flesh colored, soft rubber
penis. It looked like a real penis and was about six inches long,
but at the base was a round plastic stop and a ring on the other side
like a baby’s pacifier.
“Open wide,
Slave. This is yore’ pacifier.” Shane opened his mouth and
Master Bill deftly slipped the rubber penis into his mouth all the way
to the stop. Shane was surprised, it wasn’t that uncomfortable
and if he didn’t know better, he would think it was a man’s penis in
his mouth. “Since you’re gonna’ be doing an awful lot of
cocksucking, slave, this pacifier is for you to suck on when you don’t
have a freeman’s dick or one of your slave-brother’s dicks to suck
on. We want you to feel like it’s the most natural thing in the
world for you to have a man’s penis in your mouth and the only way to
do it is to keep one in your hole. You will wear yore’ pacifier
at all times, unless you’re asked a direct question by your
Masters. Then you may remove it, answer your Master, then return
it to your mouth immediately. It’s to remind you you’re not to
speak unless spoken to, and it’s to control outburst of temper like you
had a few minutes ago. You may remove it to communicate with your
slave brothers, but then you must immediately return it to your
mouth. You may remove it upon going to bed, but you must put it
in your mouth immediately upon rising in the morning. For the
next three months, you are never to be without it. If you're
caught by your Masters without it, you will be severely
punished. If one of the slaves catches you without it, he’s
required to tell his Masters. Do you understand, slave?”
Shane nodded his head he understood.
“Now, lemme' see
you suck on it real good.”
Shane started
actively sucking on the rubber penis in his mouth.
“That’s fine,
slave. You keep suck’n on it 'til I tell you to stop. If
Master Angus and I or one of your slave-brothers asks you to show us
how good you can suck dick you do what you’re doing right now.
‘At’s it! Suck a little faster, slave, you can do better’n
‘nat. There, that’s better. Good, slave! Now, you
keep that up for a while until I git back to you.”
Angus looked at
Shane sucking on his pacifier for all he was worth and started laughing
at him. Shane had never felt so embarrassed or humiliated in his
life, but his dick was roaring hard. Angus walked over to him and
took hold of Shane’s big dick, looked at it and looked Shane in the
eyes and grinned real big. Shane just kept on sucking. He
wondered if he looked like Maggie Simpson. Master Bill handed
Angus a warm, damp towel and he began to clean himself. They let
Shane lay there sucking on his pacifier as they cleaned up and began to
talk about Angus’ plans for his new slave’s three months of training.
“You got chore’
clipboard, Bill? I’m gonna’ give you some instructions about his
first week. I was hoping we didn’t have to be too hard on him,
but he ain’t got off to a real good start. Let’s schedule his
whipping for tomorrow morning after breakfast before we send the men
out to work. Don’t feed him until after I punish him. I
don’t want him throw’n up. It breaks my concentration. I
want all the slaves to witness their baby-slave brother’s
punishment. Have that four foot multilayered whip ready for
me. It’ll cover a wider area and do less damage.
Let’s plan an
introduction to the other slaves tomorrow evening. They already
know each other, but I plan to tell ‘em my plans for this slave.
At that time I’ll tell them what I expect from them to help in his
training. I plan to tell them he’s just another baby-slave.
Ain’t nothing special ‘bout ‘em and they’s to treat him like any other
slave. It’s been a while since we had ourselves a baby-slave, but
they all know the drill. Get the ‘baby-slave’ sign and hang it
off’n his tits tomorrow morning after he’s fed. He’s to wear it
every day.
Call the vet and
git him out here tomorrow or the next day. I want his tits
ringed, his nose ringed and his dick ringed. After his tits are
ringed we won’t need to use the alligator clips to hold his sign
between his tits no more. I wasn’t gonna’ ring him, but I fear
the worst with him. If’n he wants to play hardball so be
it. I wouldn’t trust his word right now as far as I could throw
‘em. So we’re gonna’ do this my way. He’ll have to earn our
trust.”
“Yes, Sir, Boss.”
It became a
tradition at Angus Goodnight’s ranch to call any new slave in
training the “baby slave.” During the three months of intensive
training he would only be known as ‘baby-slave,’ and he would be forced
to refer to himself as such. Angus and Bill found it helped a
slave accept his place and adjust faster if he was forced to refer to
himself as a baby. It was also instrumental in easing a new slave
into the pecking order of a slave group without a great deal of
physical abuse for the new slave. All slave groups have a pecking
order. It’s just an accepted fact among owners and
trainers. Having to relate to his peers as the lowest man or baby
clearly defined for him his place and allowed him into their protection
on a basic level. The baby-slave could only wear a diaper
everywhere during first three months until his Masters were satisfied
he was housebroken. He could wear his boots, but that’s about all.
It wasn’t Angus
or Bill’s idea. It started with the other slaves. Bill
Birdsall wasn’t a vain or proud man. You certainly couldn’t call
him stubborn or inflexible. He was a good hearted man who could
be fair but firm. He could recognize a good thing when he saw it
and sometimes gave his slaves their head and let them take the
reins. Within reason he allowed their ideas and suggestions to be
implemented into the training of new slaves at the Goodnight ranch.
Bill had a
couple of degrees in Slave Management and Slave Psychology, but he
wasn’t prepared for the dramatic effect some of the slave’s suggestions
had on a new slave. Master Bill, as he was known to his slaves,
later wrote a couple of books on his personal experiences and what he
learned from slaves about training other slaves. It made him a
wealthy man and won him several honorary doctorates from various
universities.
His practices
and methods were widely adopted and were praised by many slave trainers
and owners alike. Bill’s books were regarded as the definitive
authority and required text for college level classes on Slave Training
and Psychology. When he wasn’t working at the ranch he was
traveling the Southwest on lecture tours. He appealed not only to
the academics, but also to the common man; ranchers, farmers or
businessmen who might own a couple of slaves and wanted to learn more
about handling and management. Bill was one of them. He
spoke their language.
He’s talks were
always filled with personal anecdotes and warm humor that made them
entertaining as well as educational. His name became a common
household word. If a slave was really well trained they referred
to him as ‘a billy-boy.’ Master Bill was even offered a position
by Texas A & M to head up their Slavery Education Department.
He declined the offer to remain on the Goodnight ranch. No one
could understand why.
Despite his
notoriety and considerable wealth stashed away, Bill Birdsall was a
modest man. He was a cowboy,— the very salt of the Earth.
He had no need for expensive things and was quite content to continue
his working relationship with Angus Goodnight. Unknown to all but
a very few, Bill bought into Angus’ business and became a silent
partner. Angus wasn’t blind to the treasure he had in Bill and
rewarded him handsomely. The more money Angus made the more money
Bill made.
Because of their
accumulated knowledge, other owners were more than willing to pay Angus
and Bill large sums of money to train one of their slaves for them or
retrain an unruly one. They never had a failure. There was
just something about stripping a man of his masculinity, his dignity
and reducing him to the level of an infant. Bill Birdsall
recognized it as a simple but effective psychological tool.
“He’s to be
allowed one cup of slave chow and one biscuit three times a day: one in
the morning, another cup at noon with a biscuit, and he can have
another cup and a biscuit for his evening meal. He ain’t to have
no other food for the first three months. He ain’t gonna’ be
included in Sunday dinner like the other slaves. That’s another
privilege he has to earn. Come time for Sunday dinner we’ll lock
him in his cage here in the slave training room.”
“Yes, Sir, Boss.”
“Okay, his butt
stays plugged for the first two weeks. Gonna’ stretch his hole
‘til he’s able to take the biggest dick the first time with no
problem. He’s to have his butt plugged at all times. Use
the special harness on him and make sure it’s strapped in tight.
I don’t never wanna’ check it and find a loose strap back there.
If he has to shit while he’s wear’n his plug, you remove it for
him. After he does his business and cleans himself give him his
plug. Let him clean it and return it to you. Return it to
his ass and lock it in place. Make damn sure it’s strapped in
tight.”
“Yes,
Boss. It’ll be tight.”
“Fine.
We’ll start his potty training tomorrow. He’ll be allow to shit
once a day, in the morning before his day starts. He’ll only be
allowed to piss three times a day; morning, noon and night. Start
him wearing his baby diapers tomorrow. He might as well get used
to ‘em. ‘At’s all he’s gonna’ be wear’n for the next three
months. He can wear his boots so’s he don’t get stickers and his
feet don’t git cut up, but that’s all. If’n he has to piss and
can’t hold it ‘til his piss time, he’ll jes’ have to piss in his
diaper. Since his butt is gonna’ be plugged for the first two
weeks we don’t haf’ta worry none about him shit’n in his
diaper.”
“Will do, Boss.”
After two weeks
having his butt plugged, Angus planned to remove it and concentrate on
control of Shane. To break a slave and rearrange his mental
processes so he begins to think like a slave you first need to control
every minute of his day. He has to be told what to do and when to
do it, and he has to comply or he won’t be allowed to complete his
training. He’ll stay in training as long as it takes to break
him. Some learn and adapt more quickly than others. This
wasn’t unique to training a slave, the military has been doing it for
centuries.
Of course, one
of the most basic but important things to control is the slave’s
schedule for the elimination of bodily waste. Not only is it
important to control him mentally, to understand when he can go, but
also to control his body to respond to a schedule. When you send
slave-hands out to work in the morning you don’t want first one then
another knocking off work to go take a shit for thirty minutes to an
hour. That cost a slave owner time and man hours of lost
production from a slave. Therefore a wise slave owner trains his
slaves to go once a day in the mornings before they start work.
The mind is
usually more malleable than the body. Again, some slave’s bodies
adjusted more rapidly than others. That’s where the subtle genius
of the diaper came into play. It’s not only highly symbolic of
taking a slave down to an infant level, it’s also practical and an
emotionally devastating humiliation for the baby-slave when his body
fails to adjust. He has no option but to piss or shit in his
diaper. It certainly had it’s desired effect. While Shane’s
body rapidly adjusted to the piss schedule, his bowels just wouldn’t
seem to catch up with the rest of the program, and he would be forced
to shit in his diaper every other day or so.
While that would
seem humiliating enough, he was not allowed to simply change his own
diaper. He had to convince one of his slave brothers to do it for
him. If they agreed, they had to walk him to the baby-slave
changing bench in the barn, remove his diaper, dispose of it, clean
him, bathe his bottom with a cloth, powder him with baby powder (of
course), and put a fresh diaper on him. It created another
unfathomable conundrum for Shane. He just couldn’t understand why
he would always get an enormous erection while his slave brothers
tended to his needs.
If that wasn’t
bad enough, with Angus’ approval, Shane sometimes had to barter for
their services. A few would help him, out of the generosity of
their spirit for their baby-slave brother. Some didn’t. A
slave can own nothing so the only thing Shane had to barter was his
body. He would have to give the slave who helped him a blow job
or agree to be fucked by him.
Attached to his
slave harness, Shane was instructed to carry a leather bag of small
marbles. Master Bill got them from an old Chinese Checkers game
one of Angus’ kids was throwing away. There was five black
marbles and five white ones. If a slave wanted a blow-job after
he changed Shane’s diaper, Shane had to accommodate him if there was
time. When there wasn’t enough time, and both slaves had to get
back to work as quickly as possible, Shane would have to give the slave
a white marble he could redeem after the day’s work. If Shane
agreed to let the slave fuck him, they had to redeem their black marble
after he was cleaned out and before the watchful eyes of his masters.
“It’s gonna’ be
a hot summer. I wanna’ make sure he gets plenty of liquids.
Get one a’ them calf weaning bottles from the barn with a nipple on
it. They’s one point four liters,— about a quart and a pint. ‘At
ought a’ be enough to fill ‘em up real good. I want it filled
with piss ever’ day. You and I can piss in it whenever we have to
go during the day. If’n it ain’t full by the time comes for him
to have his baby bottle, have some of the slaves fill it the rest of
the way. He’s to be locked in the small piss training cage, the
bottle inserted for him and he’s not to be let out until he drinks it
all.
If he refuses,
use yore’ cattle prod on low setting. If he still refuses move it
up to the next level. I doubt seriously he’ll refuse after
that. If it should happen come get me. He’s to have a full
bottle to suck dry every evening at six. If he throws it up, fill
it up again until he keeps it down. The other slaves can come in
and watch and encourage him if they want to. We’ll leave him on
the bottle for now and see how he progresses. If he does well
we’ll move him to the larger cage and he can start taking us and the
slaves in the evening,— hot, straight from the tap. He won’t git out of
slave training until he can take both his masters without spilling a
drop.
“He gits his
first baby bottle tomorrow afternoon after the slaves git back from
work. If you have to be out with the men for some reason I want a
trustee slave here at all times to monitor him. The first week
we’ll just fill his baby bottle ourselves and if we don’t fill it we’ll
git more from the slaves; however, any slave who contributes has to be
here to watch and encourage him to drink his bottle. He can start
collecting on his own for his baby bottle next week. It’s gonna’
be one of his jobs to make sure he has a full bottle for him to suck
down in the evening. Don’t allow him to fudge, Bill, you check it
before your let him have it and if’n you ain’t satisfied it’s full
enough, you top it off for him or get one of the slaves to help.”
“Okay, Mr.
Goodnight.”
Shane was laying
there like a side of beef listening to all this still sucking away on
his pacifier. His brother was talking about him like he was a total
stranger,— like he was nothing more than a piece of livestock. He
didn’t miss the part about the baby bottle. It shocked and
horrified him. They couldn’t really be talking about pissing in a
bottle and collecting urine from the slaves for him to drink. He
heard rumors from the slaves, but he thought that’s all they were,—
just rumors,— slave tales. He didn’t really believe his big
brother would require his slave’s to drink his piss. If it was
true, he cringed at the thought of having to drink five pints of piss
per day. How would he ever be able to survive with that kind of
insane, inhuman treatment? He became really fearful of the coming
days.
Because Shane
had a rough childhood and felt betrayed most of his youth, he had a
great empathy for his brother’s slaves. He knew all of them by
name. He spent a lot of time with them. He always seemed to
communicate with them better than his family. They were always
polite, respectful, concerned and kind to him. He loved them all
and made his views against slavery well know. Surely they
wouldn’t go along with his brother’s insane plan,— would they?
Why was this happening to him? He was becoming so afraid he was
laying on the table shaking.
“Now we come to
his ‘suck’n and fucking’ schedule.” Angus continued, “He will
suck you or me or both of us off at least once a day for the first two
weeks. I want him fucked by one or both of us every evening
during that period. It will depend on my schedule. After
our two weeks with him he’ll start his toilet training and that’s going
to involve some bartering with the other slaves. Well set up a
schedule whereby he has to suck off one slave and git fucked by another
until he’s sucked off and been fucked at least once by ever’ slave on
the ranch.
For the first
week I want you to put him on the rack and clean him out in the
evenings like you done today. That was fine. We’ll see how
he progresses from there. I’m a’ hoping we can teach him to clean
himself, but he may be a slow learner. He’s pert-damn
hardheaded. It may take us the entire three months, but I think
it’ll be worth it, Bill, to have another well trained slave; and, he
will be when we git through with him.”
“Yes, Sir,
Boss. What about sleeping arrangements.”
“Ah, yes.
Do you have room in your quarters for a small cot? He don’t get a
bed yet. He’s gotta’ earn a place to sleep.”
“We ain’t got no
cot. He could sleep in a bedroll at the foot of my bed, Sir.”
“That’s sounds
good. Let’s go with that for two weeks then remind me after that
and we’ll review him then.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want an ankle
cuff on him at night and a length of chain locked to your bed.
They implanted a chip in him at the Slave Facility; however, I
don’t want him git’n any ideas of running. You know what they do
to slaves what try to run.”
“Yes, Sir, and
h’it ain’t purdy.”
Angus’ family
was strictly kept away from Shane for his three months of
training. They didn’t need to know what was required to train a
‘baby-slave.’
“By the way, my
kids have been told this barn and beyond is totally off limits for
them. They’re not to come near here for any reason. If you
see them trying to sneak out here you tell me immediately. What
goes on out here during this period is not for their eyes.”
“I understand,
Boss.” Bill replied.
“I’ll let you
take it from here, Bill. He’s all your’n.” Bill knew what
that meant. “I gotta’ git up to the house, my wife is gonna’ call
in a little while to find out things are going. They ain’t due
back ‘til Sunday afternoon late.” Angus was putting his clothes
back on. “If you can’t find a bedroll for him for tonight, just
lock him in the cage in here. If he’s uncomfortable for a night,—
tough shit.”
“Okay, Mr.
Goodnight, but I think I can find him something.”
Angus was
getting ready to leave and looked at Shane laying on the table one more
time. Shane didn’t look at his brother, he was looking straight
at the ceiling. Angus got a sad look on his face and just shook
his head, turned on his boot heel and walked out.
“Have a good
evening, Bill. Holler if’n you need me for anything.”
“Thanks,
Boss. I will. You have a good evening, too.”
Angus was gone.
“Okay, slave,
yore’ Master’s gone. You can stop sucking on your pacifier if you
want to; however, if you’re enjoying it you may continue to suck on it.”
Bill walked over
to the table and looked at Shane. He just stood there looking at
the beauty of the young man. Shane had a natural body, with
which, all the Goodnight men were gifted, and he had the same enormous
cock they all had. He knew Shane did some rodeoing. Bill
remembered him as damn good, but he wasn’t consistent with it. He
played football in highschool, he was highly intelligent, but just
barely kept his grades high enough to be eligible to participate in
sports. He had a perfectly formed, young, athletic body.
Master Bill
began to imagine a vison of what Shane might look like all buffed
out. The sight in his mind’s eye was stunning. Bill sucked
in air through his teeth the image was so breathtaking. He would
make it so. Angus wouldn’t care. Angus gave Bill carte
blanche for anything he wanted to do with Shane. Shane would
become his Pygmalion,— his chunk of Carrera marble in the hands of
Michelangelo. He would create the subordinate partner of his
dreams. Life would be good. It was at that moment Bill
Birdsall fell in love with a dream and his boss’s baby brother.
Indeed, life was very good.
Master Bill
moved to the end of the table but didn’t say a word to
Shane. Until now, he really hadn’t thought much about
breaking Shane. He was confident of his abilities and saw Shane
as just another slave to tear down and rebuild in the image of a
slave. Now, Shane would become his mission. He would break
this slave like no other and remold him in the image of his
Master. He wondered if that’s why God made man? Was he
trying to create the ultimate subordinate slave to love and worship
him? Given the raw material, Bill Birdsall was sure he could do
better. He reached for a towel and popped the plug out of Shane's
ass. Shane had no doubt he was going to get fucked again.
Master Bill was
still naked with his stiff dick recovered from the face fucking he gave
the boy earlier. He was rock hard contemplating what his new
slave would look like when he was through with him. He positioned
the head of his cowboy dick at Shane’s pucker and gently began to move
it back and forth. He kept it up, pressing a bit more each time
until he felt Shane move his hips to take the head of his cock into
him. Bill still kept up his slow, short rhythmic strokes working
his dick ever further into the boy’s ass. There was no yelling or
cursing this time. Shane’s eyes were glazed over like he was in
another world.
Bill felt
himself bottom out and leaned over Shane to look him in his eyes as he
gently but forcefully took him. Shane couldn’t believe the
feelings that were running through his body. This had to be the
most fantastic feeling he’d ever experienced in his life. He
moved his ass slightly to give Master Bill better access to his hole,
and Bill took advantage of it to take one long, huge gentle stroke into
Shane. He smiled as he slid his considerable length within the
young man. It occurred to Shane his brother may have laid claim
to his cherry, but he could swear this man was after his soul.
Shane could only
equate how Master Bill was fucking him as an act of compassion,— one of
gentle goodness,— an act of love, perhaps. He couldn’t be
sure. Shane sensed he was still being controlled, even at that
moment, but strangely enough, it felt good to him. There was
nothing he could do about it, but this time it was different. It
was almost inviting. It certainly was seductive. It was
wonderful and fulfilling. Master Bill was fucking him with the
gentleness and kindness that only comes from a concerned lover.
Shane felt strangely proud Master Bill was taking him. It was a
good feeling having the big, powerful cowboy use his body for his
pleasure. He felt one basic emotion every human needs,— he felt
wanted,— he felt needed. Shane grasp onto the feeling like a
drowning man going down for the last time. While he was still
getting fucked against his will, there was absolutely no angst
involved. All he had to do was lay back and enjoy the ride, and
there was more than a little comfort in that.
* * * * * * *
It was the
longest three months of Shane’s life. Every moment of his day was
planned and monitored. He had absolutely no privacy except when
he was alone in his bedroll at night at the foot of Master Bill’s
bunk. He fought against becoming a slave every step of the
way. His fellow slaves were worried for him. Even though
they were forced to make him suck them off, drink their piss, and fuck
him, they all were fond of him. They didn’t want to see him go
through what he did. They tried to talk
with him and told him to just give in, but Shane was stubborn. He
felt Angus would crack before he did. He was wrong and he soon
began to see this was going to go on until he was broken. Maybe
it was time for him to reconsider. Try as he may, he just
couldn’t seem to get his body to become conditioned to shitting early
in the morning before the day started. Shane would sit in the
slave’s outhouse for an hour or more trying to force himself to shit to
no avail. When he finally gave up he knew his day would be
hell. He would shit his diaper almost every day. If the
other slaves were busy, he had to wear it until they returned, and he
could ask one to change it for him. It was humiliating and
embarrassing. He didn’t like putting his fellow slaves through it
either.
The Sunday
afternoon before his last two weeks he overheard Angus talking to
Master Bill.
“I know he’s got
two more weeks, but it don’t look like he’s gonna’ make it, Bill.
I wish’t we had more time to let him adjust and work it out, but we
jes’ don’t. I’m losing money being down manpower with his
training. Money we need to keep this operation afloat.
We’re barely git’n by on the skin of our teeth. We’re short two
slaves a day what could be working and earning us money while we throw
it away on his training. I thought he’d break after a month or
so, and we could git back to a full compliment of slaves.
He’s fought us
ever’ damn step of the way, Bill. We could lose the ranch if this
keeps up. I know what he’s think’n. He’s think’n I’ll break
before he does and give up the idea of him becoming a slave. It
won’t happen, Bill. You know it won’t happen. I’ll tell you
what, I’m almost to the point I don’t give a shit no more he’s ma’
little brother. I may break, Bill, but it won’t be in his
favor. If I break it’s because I’ve had it with him, and I’m
gonna’ wash my hands of him. I love my little brother, but I’ll
be damned if I’ll let him take me and my family down with him. I
didn’t make him a slave, Bill, he done it all by his-self. If’n
push comes to shove, you can bet chore’ sweet ass my family will come
first.
If’n he don’t
break by Sunday week, the following Monday I’m loading his worthless
ass in the back of my pickup and take’n him back to the Auction
Facility. I’m gonna’ put him up for sale and git me and ma’
brother’s money back. Let some ruthless slave owner buy him,
enslave him for the rest of his life, and put him in the fields to wear
him out, grow old and die before he’s forty. The day he’s
sold, I’ll git my family together and have a funeral for him.
He’ll be dead to us, and we won’t speak his name again. It’ll
break my heart, Bill, but you know I’ll do it.
“Yes, Sir, Mr.
Goodnight, I know you will. I seen you do it before with a couple
a’ slaves who jes’ refused to break.”
“Bet chore’
ass! I’m tired of his bullshit. He’s got ‘til Sunday week
then the axe falls. There won’t be no plead’n with me
neither. Once I make up my mine he goes,— he’s out a’ here.
I won’t even go to the auction. I don’t wanna’ know who buys
him. I won’t care no more. That’ll be it. The end of
my little brother. It’ll be over and done with between us!”
“I shore’ hope
it don’t come to that, Mr. Goodnight, but you’re right. No sense
in keep’n him around if’n he ain’t gonna’ break and become a good slave
for you. Do you want me to talk with him, Sir?”
“I’ll leave it
up to you, Bill. I don’t think it’ll do no good, but you can try
if’n you want. I know you been through a lot with him and for
that I’m grateful. Use yore’ best judgement, Son.” Angus
told Master Bill
Shane’s blood
ran cold. He knew his big brother was serious. It was
Sunday evening and he was going in to be locked in his cage since all
the slaves were getting ready for their Sunday dinner of fried chicken
with all the fixings. He knocked at the door and stood at slave
rest.
“In yore’ cage,
slave!” Master Bill ordered him. Shane crawled in and sat
down. He just barely had enough room to sit up. He watched
as Master Bill closed the door and locked it with a big padlock.
The two men didn’t say anything else to him, but he could see the anger
and frustration in his brother’s eyes. Shane realized the
handwriting was on the wall. He was being weighed in the balance
and found wanting. He hadn’t eaten anything but slave chow and
biscuits with water for two and a half months. He longed for the
taste of real food and could smell the fried chicken as the huge
platters were brought out for the slaves. He sat there and wept
bitter tears.
That evening
after he went to bed at the foot of Master Bill’s bed he lay
awake for the longest time. Usually he was out like a light from
all the days activities. Not this night. It was unbearably
hot, and he was laying with his sleeping bag open with a roaring hard
on. He wasn’t allowed to jack off and knew it wouldn’t be worth
the risk to try. He imagined Master Bill was fast asleep when he
heard a quiet voice speak to him.
“I hate to be
the one to have ta' tell you this, slave, but chore' brother's given up
on you. He's gonna' sell you in a fortnight. When it comes
to slave handling, I know Angus a lot better'n you do. I know he
intends to do it. Ain't no doubt in my mind. The worst part
is, I’m really gonna’ miss you, Shane. H'it's gonna' rip my
fuck'n heart out to watch you go. I probably shouldn't tell you
this, but I ain’t never formed me no bond with a slave like I done with
you. I'm really disappointed. Even though we put you
through a lot, h'it weren't a bit more'n we put any other slave
through. I know it's been hard on you, but I thought you’d come
to care for me some. I thought I could feel it in the way you
respond to me when I'm fuck’n you sometimes. Maybe I’s jes’
think’n crazy.”
Shane lay there
not knowing if he should answer Master Bill or not; however, something
in his gut churned and made him double up with pain. He grabbed
at his stomach and started wailing. He began sobbing
uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Master
Bill, it hurts! It hurts so bad! I can’t stand the pain no
more, Sir! I love you, Master Bill! God forgive me but I
do! I don’t wanna’ be sent away and sold to no stranger. I
do care about you, Master Bill. I’ll try harder, Sir. I
can’t lose the only thing in life I’ve come to care about. I
wanna’ be yore’ slave, Master Bill, more'n anything in the world.”
“Git up here,
slave!” Master Bill ordered Shane. Shane crawled upon the
bed with his Master, but was still holding his gut. Bill put his
arms around him and held him close, and the flood gates opened.
“Shuuu,— h’it’s
over, slave. You won’t have no more problems after tonight.
You're a slave now. You're my slave. You jes’ gave yourself
to yore’ Master. You don’t have to worry none about chore’
brother, jes’ be my slave. The rest will fall into place.
I’ll take good care of you, and I know how to take care of Angus.
You'll work hard and take care of me and Master Angus'
needs. Eventually,
you’ll heal and understand what chore' brother is trying to do for
you. Then, you'll commit yore'self to him as willingly as you're
giving yourself to me.”
“Please,— take
me, Master Bill. I need to provide pleasure for you, Sir. I
need you to be my Master.”
“If I take you,
I will take you as my slave, Shane,— now and forever more.”
“I understand,
Sir. I need for you to. I’m ready to become your slave,
Master Bill.”
"I know,
Son. Let's seal this bond and git chu' fucked."
After that night
Shane accepted he was a slave. His body responded immediately,
and he took the best dump he had in a long time early that morning and
every morning after that. His brother-slaves knew the minute he
walked among them he was broken. No one had to say a word.
They all knew. One by one they would quietly take him in their
arms, hug their new slave-brother and give him a quick kiss.
Shane became totally dedicated to becoming the best slave he could be
for Master Bill. After he sailed through the last two weeks of
training and had some time to heal, in a tear filled impromptu ceremony
before all the other slaves and Master Bill, Shane humbled himself
before
Angus, asked his forgiveness, thanked him for his mercy, and committed
himself to his other Master.
Following the
night Shane broke, Master Bill didn’t tell Angus right away. He
thought he’d wait and see if his boss could tell himself. After
they got through using their slave that evening, and Shane went off
with his monitor-slave to the showers, Angus looked across at Bill and
grinned.
“When did it
happen, Son?”
“Early this
morning,— about three o’clock. H’it weren’t pretty, Boss.”
Bill said smiling.
“Thank
God! Praise the Lord! I guess he overheard our conversation
like we planned.”
“Yes, Sir, I
know he did. He done told me so. Smart think’n on yore’
part, Boss. Would you really have done it, Angus?”
“He’s ma’ little
brother, Bill. What do you think?” Angus said quietly.
“I think I don’t
never wanna’ play poker with you, Sir.” the big men shared a
laugh.
Shane was good
to his word. Something in him broke that night, and he recognized
it. He knew the exact moment it happened, but he had no control
over it. It wasn’t a conscious decision. It was a decision
on a much deeper level. It sprang from his very gut like healing
waters from the deep. He knew he’d been broken as a slave, but it
wasn’t fear, anger or hatred that broke him and reduced his soul to
rubble,— it was the love in his Master’s voice.
End Of Chapter 6
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