A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 9
A Horn Dog's Fate
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 9
The redneck brothers were due to awake in the next hour, and The Boss wanted to be there when that happened. But first, he had to talk to the boy's father. Getting the man's contact information was not a problem. The boys were dumber than a box of rocks. Their laptop password had been password. Their phone pins both turned out to be 1 2 3 4. The Boss would not have been surprised if they had trouble remembering it.
The father's name turned out to be Bobby Joe. The Boss' staff did thorough research on the man, as soon as they had his information. Prior to winning the lottery, he had worked in a junk yard, pulling parts from junked cars. He had been arrested a half dozen times, always for assault and battery, and always when he was at a bar and drunk. His financial records revealed that he had maybe six months left, before he would have to sell the nice house in the fancy neighborhood that he had paid way too much for. In fact, his mortgage was so large, that he owed more on the house than it was really worth. He would have to walk away from it with nothing.
The Boss had a nice long phone conversation with the man. He pointed out that not only would his money last at least twice as long without his sons spending so much, but he would not have to worry about going to prison for child molestation, rape, and, if his sons ratted him out, conspiracy to commit kidnapping. Bobby Joe decided that it was best to sell his sons to The Boss for a $50 gift certificate to his favorite bar. The Boss agreed to file the paperwork and pay the fees for the 16 year old to be "home schooled." In The Boss' state (and most others) nothing else was needed, and no one would ever come to check on the boy. No one would ever see the redneck brothers again. And no one would care what had happened to them.
When the boys awoke, they found themselves naked, collared, and locked in the spread-eagled position, facing each other. The first thing they noticed, other than their nudity, were the cock cages. The second was the total lack of body or facial hair. As they both had ball gags in their mouths, little sound escaped, and whatever they said came out as a mumble.
When The Boss stepped out of the dark and into their view, they went dead quiet, and began to tremble. Like nearly all racists, the boys desperately held on to their belief in white supremacy, to cover their fear of black men. The Boss, standing in front of the helpless boys, represented their worst nightmare!
The last thing they remembered was being tased by two large black men, when they tried to pull Charlie out of the van. They could only hope they were being held for ransom, and their father would pay to get them back. That hope was dashed when The Boss began to speak.
"You boys have a decision to make. It's the last decision you will ever make for yourselves. We have the videos from your laptop showing you kidnapping boys and raping them. Kidnapping is a federal offense, that carries a maximum sentence of Life in prison--a maximum security prison. And most of those have majority black and brown populations. Two of the boys you kidnapped and raped were twelve. You are both old enough for that to add the charge of child molestation. Do you know what they do to child molesters in prison?"
The boys trembled, whined and moaned into their ball gags. The Boss walked over to Butch, and began to play with his body. Both boys were in a state of panic. For the first time in their lives they would face the consequences of their actions.
"The best you can hope for, is finding someone to keep you as a pet. You will suck his cock, take his dick up your ass, lick his butthole, drink his piss, and do the same for anyone he whores you out to. If no one wants you enough to protect you, then you will be gang raped on a daily basis. You will lose count of the number of cocks that go up your ass. You will beg to suck cocks, in an effort to reduce the number that fuck you. No one will use protection. Probably sooner, rather than later, you will contract all kinds of nasty diseases--including Aids. That is choice number one. If you choose that, I will turn you and your laptop over to the police."
The boys looked at each other in panic. They both were shaking their heads no. The Boss smiled, and gave them their second choice.
"I suggest you listen carefully to your second choice, before you say no to the first. Your second option is to agree to be my slaves. You will be trained to provide excellent sexual satisfaction to myself, my men, and anyone I decide to make you available to. And when your training is done, you will do the same for the black man I sell you to--and anyone he orders you to serve. You will also be trained to pull a horse carriage for the man who buys you. The good part is, you will be well fed and get plenty of exercise. You will be outdoors on a regular basis. And while you will still be used daily by black cocks, you will be taking far fewer of them, and will not be at risk of being murdered because you are child molesters, or contracting a sexually transmitted disease. Your ultimate owner will be paying good money for you, and want to keep you healthy. The choice is yours. I will remove your gags, so you can speak to one another. I'll even give you privacy. I will return in ten minutes. I expect you both to give me the same answer. If you can't agree, you both go to prison."
Ten minutes later The Boss returned. The two boys looked down at the ground, and Butch, the older brother said, "Please Sir, we would like to be your slaves."
The Boss picked up a paddle and smacked him hard on the ass.
"You are to call me Master. All other men, you are to call Sir, until you are sold. Then your new owner will be your Master. Is that understood?"
The boys looked down and together said, "Yes, Master."
"Your new Master may wish to have your balls, and possibly your cock removed, if are troublesome in any way. Without your junk, you will be more passive. But it would be harder for you to maintain your muscular definition and strength. The best chance you have of keeping your manhood is to always be obedient, and work very hard to please. Is that understood?"
The boys looked at each other in fear and said, "Yes, Master."
"Very well. My men will begin your training. Cooperate fully, or suffer."
The boys were released and placed in pillories. The pillories were placed at a ninety degree angle to each other so each boy could watch what was happening to his brother. Their heads and wrists were locked in, and the training began with the boys giving their first blow jobs to big black cocks. And all of this had been witnessed by Jack, sitting in his cage in the dark. The Boss came over to him, and knelt in front of the cage.
"Slave, if you do an excellent job of pleasing all of your potential buyers, you will be allowed to fuck both of those boys. And not just once. Don't disappoint me!"
With a big smile on his face, Jack said, "I will do my very best for you, Master!"
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Jason's only remaining son Mike, woke up the next morning with a very sore butt and jaw. And he knew it would be at least as bad today. This was Tuesday. Charlie's day with their father Jason, and Mike's official day with the servants. He still didn't know that Charlie had escaped. What he did know was, his father was expecting him to be skilled at giving cocks pleasure, by the time he used him tomorrow. So, as much as the sixteen year old hated the servants, Mike was determined to learn the skills he needed, and please these men.
Mike was sure he would inherit the company. And when he did, he would make the servants pay! But for now, the naked collared teen would submit and do his level best to learn what he needed to know to please his father.
He had gone online the previous night, and searched out information on cock sucking technique.
He had retrieved a vegetable from the kitchen to practice on, before he went to his room. Good thing too. When he got back to his room, one of the servants was there to chain him to the wall. The servant let him keep the thing from the kitchen, when he found out what the boy was going to use it for.
Charlie wasn't sure what it was, but he was pretty sure it was a vegetable, because it was green. Mike had never cooked anything, or paid any attention to what he was eating. The servants served the meals, and he ate them. The boy only focused on sex, power, and money.
The green thing didn't have a dick head, but it seemed to be about the size of his father's cock. So he practiced throat fucking himself with it, until he could manage it without gagging or leaving tooth marks in the thing. (Whatever it was.) He was even beginning to get the hang of massaging the thing with his throat muscles for short periods. Mike viewed all this as homework. Not the least bit enjoyable, but ya do what ya gotta do to get what you want!
Mike gave no thought to the possibility that Charlie would inherit the company, and Mike himself would be the one sold. Charlie was gay and wouldn't be producing any children for their father Jason to fuck, or to carry on the family line. Charlie was two years younger, so he figured to sell for more. And Mike saw himself as hotter and more mature, so he would be better at pleasing Jason.
Mike was led on a leash, naked, with his hands chained to the back of his collar, to the kitchen for breakfast. It was oatmeal, served in a bowl on the floor. Mike had to eat it like a dog. Then, to wash it down, he had to drink the servants' piss. He was not amused. These would be two more things he'd make the servants do, when he inherited the company!
After breakfast, he was led back to the dungeon, strapped down and spit roasted for several hours. The servants had to admit that his cock sucking had improved greatly. That didn't prevent them from punishing him, of course. In addition to the spit-roasting, the beautiful helpless sixteen year old endured multiple whippings with the same flail Mike and Charlie had used on big brother Jack.
After dinner, Mike practiced some more with the green vegetable thing. Mike was hoping that if he got really good at pleasing his father, the man would make an early decision and sell Charlie. Mike had hopes that even if his use by his father didn't end, the man would at least put a stop to the boy servicing the servants!
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After turning the rednecks over to his henchmen, The Boss woke up Charlie and fucked him a second time. He wanted the boy to have a good sense of where the prostate was and how to stimulate it. But he didn't let Charlie cum this time. He wanted the boy horned up and ready to go.
"Charlie, my men are currently training those two rednecks that tried to take you from me. They are learning to give blow jobs, and take a throat fucking. What my men are not doing is fucking them. You are going to get to take their anal virginity."
Charlie had a big smile on his face as he said, "Thank you Master! Do you have any special instructions for me?"
"Yes Charlie, I do. I want you to make them cum. My men will remove their cock cages, before you fuck them. I need you to show me you can provide excellent pleasure to a bottom, before I whore you out. That means you are going to have to control your own orgasms, so you can maintain your erection, until you make those pussy boys cum. You think you can do that slave?"
"I've never really concerned myself with a bottom's pleasure before. But I know I have to be able to do that, if I'm going to be a good slave for a power bottom. Getting fucked has been really helpful in learning what I need to do. I will do my best, Master."
"There isn't going to be any punishment if you fail. It might take time for you to develop the necessary self-discipline. You're fourteen and full of raging hormones. Try keeping your focus off your own pleasure. That should help you last longer. When you can get them both off, without blowing your own load, I'll know you're ready to be whored out. Obviously, the sooner that happens, the happier I will be."
"Yes, Master."
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When a collared and naked Charlie stepped between the two exhausted rednecks, it took them a few seconds to recognize him. When the boy saw the shocked looks on their faces, he knew he had their attention.
"Yes, I'm also a slave to The Boss. Your slavery is your punishment for trying to take me away from him. My reward for escaping from you is getting to fuck you both. You are being trained as pussy boys. I am being trained as a top for power bottoms. So I will get to fuck you several times. The guards will remove your cages so you can cum if I do it well. Once I am done with you, I'm told that if you're lucky, you will wear those cages for the rest of your lives. If your not so lucky, you won't be able to wear those cages. You won't have your balls, and maybe not even your cocks. It's in your best interest not to fight me."
Butch and Buck looked at each other, then looked at the floor and said, "Yes, Sir."
As Charlie began to fuck Butch, his big brother Jack looked on from his dark corner in amazement. Had his father sold Charlie?! Well, at least his little brother would get to be a top, which meant he would get to keep his junk. Jack was happy for his brother. Jack could only hope that he'd be as lucky. The eighteen year old slave remained quiet, as he watched his little brother penetrate Butch.
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