“So you are willing to sign a contract of slavery to last for three months?”
I gulped. “Yes”
“You accept that we can do anything we want to you?”
I let out a breath. “Yes”.
“You know we make films here and will use you in them?”
“Yes, I accept that.”
“You understand that you will be losing your anonymity and that once any film is out there we won’t take it off the web because you get upset or are worried by the consequences?”
“Yes, I accept.”
“Ok, sign here. This is the contract of slavery and these are a series of 20 blank model release forms. We will fill in the details and dates as and when we need them. Hand over your passport and all your cash and personal possessions.”
I did as I was asked.
“Ok, let me show you around.”
Bob was about 50. He was heavily built and a bit on the fat side. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He got up from behind the desk in the small room where we were sitting. There were filing cabinets on one side and a row of computers on a shelf on the other side. The screens were humming. I knew he used these to work on the various websites he helped run.
He opened a door that led outside and stepped out. I followed him out onto a wooden veranda.
We were at a farm. There were stands of trees close by. The dusty trail that led to the farm ran about 4 miles from the nearest road. It was very isolated. Bob set off towards the nearest building, a barn. I followed.
The barn was one big open space with plenty of light from windows situated high up. Hay was piled up in bales. The floor was a mix of dirt and concrete. There were three pens in the middle containing two boars and a sow. They were all big animals. There were four stalls on one side. They contained a (donkey) jack and a jenny and mare and stallion ponies.
Bob went to stroke the ponies. They nuzzled his hand.
“Let’s see the rest”, he ordered.
We came back out of the barn and headed over to a lower wooden building. When we got inside, I was surprised to find that this was also very well lit from large skylights in the roof. Several dogs were held in cells along one side. The center of the building was covered in fresh hay. There was a lot of barking when we came in.
“These are the kennels. You will be spending a lot of time in here”. Bob gave a nasty laugh. “One more building for you to see”.
We walked on to another small barn. Inside it was again well lit. There were several goats inside in stalls. “We have two bucks and four does here. There is a paddock attached to this barn and there is a large fenced run next to the kennels”.
We walked back to the main building, a large wooden house with a long low building next to it. We had come from the far end room of the low building. Both were fronted by verandas.
Bob headed to the main house. We stopped in front.
“This is Alison, and this is Ruth. That there is John”.
Alison looked to be in her 30s. She had very black hair cut short. She was wearing jeans and a shirt. She had what you would call a voluptous figure. Ruth seemed to be about the same age. She was thinner and had short blonde hair and was wearing a dress with a floral pattern. John was tall and bald. He looked to be in his 50s. He was shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers.
Bob spoke to them. “This is the guy I have been telling you about. He has signed the paperwork. We have him for three months.”
Alison smiled. “Tell it to strip”.
Bob turned to me. “You heard the lady, get naked”.
It was a hot day. I stood in front of the veranda and unbuttoned my shirt. As I was taking it off, Bob indicated I should hand it to him. I kicked out of my sneakers and pulled off socks my own jeans and handed them to Bob and then finally took off my boxers.
I stood there naked whilst they all inspected me.
Alison was looking pretty mean. “It has a really pathetic cock. We can only use it as a bitch”.
Ruth nodded her agreement. “Yeah, that is one really small dick. Anyway, we need some male bitch material”.
John came down off the veranda holding a studded dog collar and lead. He walked behind me and put them on. Bob handed him some leather cuffs and they tied my hands together behind my back.
“Bob and I have been thinking about how we will use it. We have already started creating a dedicated website. We were thinking of a name like animalsexfun.com, something like that”.
Alison looked at Ruth. “What should we shoot first? Gay, s&m, beast?”
Ruth looked at me for a moment. “Some beast today, I think. Pony cock-sucking I will go and get the cameras and video equipment”.
John gave a tug on the lead and I followed him to the first barn. I noticed there was a swelling in his shorts. He pulled the doors wide open to let in even more sunlight and then started stroking my ass.
Bob came into the barn. He had a camera. He flicked a switch turning on some powerful overhead lights. He also came close and started to fondle my cock. I was shivering.
John went to get the pony stallion from its stall. It seemed very quiet. He led it to the centre of the barn and tied the halter to a ring in the floor.
Alison and Ruth came in. They had cameras with them. Bob undid the cuffs holding my hands and pushed me to my knees.
Ruth stood over me. “Benny, the pony here, is very docile. You go up to him, stroke his flanks and then start to play. Got that, bitch?”
“Yes”
She hit me hard across the face with her open palm. “Yes, Mistress, you piece of shit. You make the mistake of failing to show absolute obedience one more time and I will start cutting you. Got that?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“Ok guys, let’s start the shoot”.
I got up and walked gingerly over to the pony. ‘Benny’ just stared at me out of one eye but seemed otherwise very placid. I started to stroke his flanks. He seemed to like that. I scratched his neck and then scratched his belly. Finally, I placed my hand on his cock and started to masturbate slowly. ‘Benny’ went very still and then his cock fell out of the sheath and started to swell. I got on my knees and licked the end. I could hear my new owners moving around me but concentrated on what I was doing. I took the tip in my mouth and started sucking slowly and then faster, pulling out to lick the precum that was now oozing. The cock got big and hard as I held it and sucked it. ‘Benny’ didn’t move very much. He just stood there and let me. I guess he had practice. I tried to take in as much of the shaft as I could. I was kneeling to the side, ‘Benny’s cock pointing towards my face so that the cameras could get the full image. I started to get a little hard myself. Finally ‘Benny’ came in one huge surge right all over my face. I was drenched.
I knelt facing away from Benny and rolled my tongue over my lips.
John moved close. “Suck me, you slut”.
I pulled down his shorts. He had a long thin cock and was shaven. I started to suck his cock. He pulled his own t-shirt off. He moaned. “You fucking bitch. You are going to be fucked by every animal here, you fucking piece of garbage. You are going to be gangbanged. You are going to have your face plastered all over the internet so the whole world will know what a fucking pig you are. D’ya hear? Aaargh”
He pulled out of my mouth and shot his wad all over my face.
I stayed kneeling as I heard ‘Benny’ being led back into his stall.
Ruth came to stand close by and took hold of my lead. “I feel like filming a rape”.
Alison gave a short laugh. “Good idea, hon.”
Bob laughed too. “Let me get the bench.”
I heard scraping and then felt a tug on my lead.
I followed on all fours as Ruth lead me a short distance and then pressed my head down over a wooden platform in the form of a very big and haevy chair on its back, except that the space between where the front legs would have been was padded and there was no space where the back rest would have been. I noticed also that there was a cross beam underneath to stop rolling from side to side. My ankles were fixed with cuffs spreading my legs far apart and my wrists were also fixed to the bench. My stomach rested on the padding. My ass was in the air.
I whimpered as they were tying me down.
“Shut the fuck up” I heard Bob say from my side as he finished attaching my wrists.
Alison let out another of her evil laughs. “Let it whimper and scream plenty. It will just add to the excitement of the film”.
I lay there waiting and then heard the grunting of the pigs get louder.
I heard shuffling through the straw and then the loud screeching of a pig near me. I felt bristles and a wet snout pushing against my ass.
I let out a moan of fear.
“Please, please. Oh please”.
Nothing. The snout pushed against my ass some more. The screeching and grunting of the pig was really loud. Suddenly I felt a huge weight land on my back and what felt like claws dig into my sides. The skin of the animal was really rough and bristly. I felt no excitement at all, just fear. Hot breath blew against the side of my face. I felt a poking sensation against my ass, missing my asshole.
I was whimpering. “This hurts. My ribs are being cut. Stop. Please.”
Suddenly, I felt something push into my ass. It was sore. The boar’s grunting was deafening. It was taking control. I knew that I was now its sow and there was no way it would let me go. I could feel just how aggressive it had become.
I felt the twisting cock begin to drive in and out of me. It really hurt. I was making noises - “aargh - owwww - no - aaaah”. The boar was squealing louder and louder as it’s cock drove deeper and deeper into my ass. Then I felt something slip through - and screamed. I knew then that the boar’s cock was deep inside me. I had sensations like I had never felt inside my stomach. I felt a long rigid length screwing in an out, deep into me. The boar was squealing really loud and scratching my ribs really badly. It hurt so much. I felt I was being split open and that my sides were on fire. My moaning just seemed to make the boar even more excited though.
I don’t know how long I was fucked. I think I went into a kind of trance and just screamed and screamed. Eventually, I felt like a mini explosion deep in my gut and then a withdrawing of that rod screwing into me.
I didn’t try and make any moves. I was shivering uncontrollably. I could hear myself groaning.
“Get it up”. Ruth laughed.
I felt my ankles and wrists being freed.
I was pulled up to my legs and led up to one of the stalls and bent over. I felt a man standing behind me and a cock pushing at my sore ass.
“Oh no, please. It hurts. Please”
More laughing. “Get ready for a gay fucking, you whore”.
A cock slid into my ass. Big and fat. Rough hands grabbed my waist and I was pumped. Bob’s belly sagged over my back. He was calling me every name - “you fucking sow, you cunt, you slut, you bitch”. I felt him get really hard and then felt his cum shoot into me.
He paused a moment and then pulled out.
I slumped to the ground.
I lay there gasping until Ruth’s feet appeared in front of my face. She knelt down and grabbed the collar hauling me up and then back-handed me.
“In future, it will beg to be a sow when ordered and scream for mercy when ordered. Does it hear?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good. It will now be tied up and left until it is used again.”
The lead was yanked and I followed her on all fours to a corner of the barn. She locked the lead to an iron hoop in the wall.
“Let’s see what we got. I wanna get some of this material out there as soon as we can. Watcha think of the material so far, hon?”
I was a little startled to hear Alison close by. “A good start. I want to do an extreme whipping later though. We could maybe send that out as a freebie to get interest. How about doing webcasts from the kennel also”
“Sounds like a plan”.
I heard them walking off. John and Bob were still in the barn. “You want to toss to see who’s punk it is tonight?”
“Ok. I want it to be real girly with me tho. I may have to slap it around some to make it behave, so it may be a bit bruised. Do ya mind?”
“Nope. You treat it like you want. We have a long time to use it anyway.”
I was kicked in the ass.
“So long for now, bitch”
They walked away.
I lay there trembling, wondering what was next….

2 Comments to “The Male Bitch”

1. Bi — November 12, 2008 @
   

   Great story
   (only miss some pics through the lines, to get in the mood even more)

2. Anonymous — November 13, 2008 @
   

   Its alright…

   Needed better detail when sucking cock…

   I rekon i could do way better…you need to work on the flow of the story…seemed too jumpy…and less characters allows you do become more intimate with the story

   I suggest less characters and better detail, not just \

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