Transformed

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Transformed – Chapter 36: Getting Prepared

As the Christmas holidays approached, a storm covered the farm in a blanket of snow. Omega's feet had begun to callus over the several weeks he had been applying the special cream, which was a good thing, he thought, as he was sure he would have never survived running back and forth in the wintery mess in his bare feet like they were before. The young slave's hair had already begun to fill in on his ass and chest where he had been shaved, and he looked less awkward. His chastity belt had been removed as well. The incisions had closed, and he had been fitted with a metal ball-trap device that tightly constrained his now exposed skin. Richard had also instructed Gimp to help the boy trim his groin and lock a large metal band around his balls to help stretch them as they grew.

The twins had come home soon after Omega became part of the farm. Chad's father had agreed to house the boys and take care of their day-to-day needs, but Chad was now spending a great deal of time there to assist with feeding and diaper changes. Richard had been impressed at how quickly his nephew had taken to the duty. The young man never complained and began sleeping with them to care for them when they fussed, which allowed his father to sleep through the night.

With Chad away more, Sub was now the primary plaything for Jeff, and the slave had gotten into the habit of being fucked after lunch before he went to work. Jeff's loads were always massive, and when the young slave walked back into the production room, leaking cum down his leg, Lucas laughed.

"Umm, I hope you plan on cleaning your messy ass up before you start working with our food products."

"Yeah, yeah," Sub replied as he grabbed a towel. "I was just about to brave the cold air and rinse down."

"It's frozen," Omega said while mixing some ingredients on the metal table.

"What is frozen?" Sub asked.

"The spicket outside," Omega replied. "I discovered that yesterday when I went to wash down after work."

"Well, fuck!" Sub groaned.

"There is a bucket in the horses' room," Omega said. "I filled it with water from the sink and took a sponge bath in the barn. You can probably do the same."

"Good idea," Sub replied. "Be right back."

"You sure are a creative problem solver," Lucas said with a smile.

"Well, I knew you would have banned me from our room last night if I hadn't found some way to freshen up," Omega replied.

Lucas chuckled.

"You know I was just making fun when I told you that a few weeks ago."

"Oh, I know, Slave," Omega replied. "But I don't like being stinky either."

"How's it going in here?" came the voice of George from the doorway.

"Hey, Gunny," Lucas replied. "We are just working on the afternoon product run."

"Where is the other slave?" George asked.

"He's cleaning up, Sir," Omega said. "Jeff loaded him up pretty full today."

George rolled his eyes.

"Well, I want you all done here and in the dungeon by 5 pm. Richard is having a meeting with all the members of the farm today to discuss the holiday party coming up. I don't want any of you late."

"We will be there, Sir," Lucas replied.

George waved and left, and Omega turned to Lucas.

"Holiday party?"

Lucas smiled.

"Master always has some of his most valued clients for a big Christmas event. The slaves typically are tasked with seeing to all their needs, and there usually are special events planned as well."

"I see!" Omega replied. "Maybe I will finally get fucked to empty these heavy balls!"

"Still not allowed to use the dildo yet?" Lucas asked.

"No," Omega replied. "Master said they still aren't full enough. Plus, he wants me to work harder and show that I have earned the right to empty them."

"Makes sense," Lucas said.

"But fuck, my balls are sore," Omega said. "I had a massive wet dream last night, but it still didn't help."

"I saw the sticky spot when you were getting up," Lucas said with a smile.

In the main house, Richard sat on the sofa naked, watching TV as Pig was at his feet, worshiping them. The porky slave had bathed them in his spit and managed to clean every inch over twenty minutes. When Richard moved his foot and pushed it against Pig's face, the slave looked up.

"Present those balls to me," Richard said.

Pig immediately fell onto his back and spread his legs wide. He put his hands behind his head and clenched his eyes, waiting for what would come next.

Richard looked down and smiled. Pig's coiled pizzle was pointing at an angle into the air, and the hog's massive testicles were displayed and vulnerable. He moved back on the couch and kicked his foot hard. As the impact hit the slave's balls, they flew forward, and Pig squealed involuntarily.

"That's a piggy," Richard said as he kicked the slave's balls again. "Let me hear you!"

"Squeee!" Pig screamed as tears formed in his eyes.

Richard loved to bust the slave's balls. At first, it was just uncomfortable, but as Pig's balls enlarged and became heavier, they gained more momentum when smacked. As they sailed back and forth and turned a shade of blue, the dull ache turned quickly to a painful fire.

Richard now used both feet to kick one way and then the other. Pig's balls were now a boxing bag that bounced quickly back and forth at the whim of his sadistic master.

"Fuck, Sir!" Pig screamed.

"Swine don't talk!" Richard boomed as he kicked hard, then pushed his foot down on the abused sack and squished it.

"SQUEEE!" Pig shouted as his body writhed.

"That's a good pig!" Richard said as he released the pressure, and the slave sobbed.

Richard kicked hard once more, and Pig's body shook. He brought his hands to his mouth and bit down on his fingers so hard that they almost bled. Sweat was forming on his skin as he endured the onslaught, but his body betrayed him simultaneously. Precum had started to pour out of the back of his balls and pool on the floor. Something that had not gone unnoticed by his master.

"I see Piggy likes to have his balls beat!" Richard said as he kicked the slave again. "Look how juicy you are!"

Richard used his toes to push under Pig's now dark sack and feel the fluids underneath.

"Flip over, Toy!" Richard said. "Show me my hole!"

Pig snorted, and although his body ached, he somehow forced himself over and on all fours. He dropped his chest to the floor and wiped the tears from his eyes as his ass was displayed. Richard grinned and leaned over and collected the clear fluids that pulsed from the slave's reroute and shoved them in his gaping chute. As the man's thumb slipped inside, Pig groaned.

"That feel good, Piggy?" Richard asked as he used his other hand to slap the slave's hanging and abused balls.

Pig grunted in pain before replying.

"Squee!"

"Good boy!" Richard said as he stroked his hard cock in his hands.

The older man spat on his hand twice and smeared it on his engorged shaft. Pig could hear the lubricated skin as it rubbed against his master's hand and took a breath in preparation for what was coming next.

Richard pulled himself to his feet and crouched down. Grabbing the slave's wide waist, he smacked his cock on the porker's ass twice and then shoved it inside Pig's hole with one thrust.

"SQUEE!" Pig screamed in pain.

"That's my toy!" Richard growled as he thrusted forward and let his hips and legs do most of the work.

Pig could feel the man's large testicles as they impacted his abused ones. Each hit sent a strong signal up his spine, and it took all his strength not to curse and cry out for mercy. As his hole was stretched and ripped open by nothing more than a little spit for lube, the boy braced himself on the floor and felt the rough wooden boards as they bit into his skin.

Richard began to pant. He gripped Pig hard and leaned back to get his cock deep. As he closed his eyes, he gritted his teeth and growled.

"That's a good pig!"

Pig grunted back. His prostate was being pummeled, and without warning, he felt the contractions of an orgasm as cum poured out and over his bruised balls. The resulting undulations inside gripped Richard's cock, and he smiled.

"Did piggy get sticky?"

Pig grunted in the affirmative, his head swirling in pain and pleasure simultaneously. The sensation was almost too much as his vision fogged, and he panted heavily.

"I knew my toy loved to be abused by his master!" Richard shouted as he fucked harder. "And now, here comes my load!"

Pig grunted as he felt his body forced forward. Richard's cock pulsed, and warm seed filled the slave's ass.

"Fuck yeah!" Richard shouted as his head fell back.

Richard had reached down and grabbed the slave's balls to squeeze them as he finished dropping his load. When he finally removed his spent cock, he released his grip, and when blood poured back into Pig's sack, he cried out in pain again.

"What do you say to your Master?" Richard said as he sat back to catch his breath.

Pig grunted three times and wagged his sore ass and balls.

"Good boy!" Richard said as he kicked the slave's balls again.

Chad drove back to the farm as the sun set and the sky began to turn dark. He was exhausted. The twins had been up all night and crabby most of the day, too. His lack of sleep had also made him careless, and he dumped a load of Allen's shit all over his shirt, which he had to remove and carry back in a plastic bag. As he parked the truck and stepped into the snow, Jeff saw him from the door to the barn and smiled.

"You look rode hard and put up wet!"

Chad tried to smile as he grabbed the plastic bag with his soiled shirt and walked over to him.

"Those boys are a handful. I got Allen's shit on me, and Don decided to piss on me when I changed him."

Jeff laughed.

"Mister Mom, then."

"Fuck me," Chad groaned as he rubbed his eyes and walked inside. "I never knew having kids was this exhausting. Dad said he would watch them tonight so I could get some rest."

"Well, before you do that, you better just drop that stinky package by the door and come with me," Jeff said. "Your uncle has called a meeting to discuss the holiday party."

"Oh yeah," Chad replied as he leaned against one of the stalls and shook his head. "I forgot about that."

"Should be a lot of fun!" Jeff replied.

"It was last year," Chad said. "Back then, I was being groomed to run this place, and I was the stallion for the party. I got to fuck several asses that night. I guess I'll be the mare this time around."

"Come on," Jeff said as he walked over and put his arm around Chad's bare chest. "Cheer up. It is a nice ass to breed, after all."

Chad laughed and put his head on Jeff.

"Oh, my god. I am so tired!" he groaned.

"Buck up, boy!" Jeff replied as he patted Chad's face. "Let's go."

"Ok," Chad said as he dropped the bag on the floor and trudged over to the dungeon.

As the young men opened the door and descended, they saw that the slaves and beasts had already gathered and were sitting in a semicircle around the altar, where Richard and George were standing. They heard footsteps behind them as they walked down the steps and turned to see Ralph running up to join them.

"Whew!" he remarked. "Lost track of time!"

Chad and Jeff smiled, and the three of them entered, and as the door closed behind them, Richard spoke.

"Now that the farm has assembled, we can discuss the holiday party next Saturday. Gunny will be in charge of the event, so I will let him address you all."

As Richard stepped back, Gunny smiled and coughed before talking.

"Evening, everyone! We have selected fifty of our best clients for this year's event to attend. Invitations were sent out last week, and they all have RSVP'd that they will be coming. Ralph, I will need you to coordinate the parking arrangements. As each arrives, please write down their name and vehicle license number and then direct them inside the main house. You will then park their car on the side field where the ground is flat. There should be plenty of room."

"You got it, boss!" Ralph replied.

"I will put a heater on the front porch so you can stay warm while working."

"Sounds like a plan," Ralph said.

"Gimp and Pup will be in charge of seeing to the guest's needs while inside," George continued. "That will include all food and beverage service and directing them around the farm as needed. I will discuss that part shortly. And Pup..."

"Yes, Sir?" Pup asked where he was sitting on the floor on his hands and knees.

"Since you will be walking like a human for this event, please bathe and ensure your legs and knees are completely clean."

"Yes, Sir!" Pup replied.

"Slave, I want you to ensure that the bulls are also bathed, groomed, and in show condition. They will be on display for our hosts. You will also answer any questions they have about their care and the production of our products."

"Yes, Sir," Lucas replied.

"To continue the tradition that we started last year, we will also provide a stallion and mare sexual service for our clients, should they be interested. Omega and Sub will be our mares. You will be on a special high-fiber diet three days before the event. Please ensure your body is clean inside and out before guests arrive. And Omega, I want all that body hair groomed, too. You can use the product we use on the horses and bulls. Trim your groin short, however, to show off your cage and balls."

"Understood, Sir," Omega replied. "Since I am new here, what does the mare do?"

"You will be gagged and a horse mask placed over your head," George answered. "You will then be strapped down in one of the stalls we use for the bulls with your ass on display. Any guest may use you at any point, and you will not be released until the event is over."

"Damn," Omega replied. "Sounds like a good time, then!"

"What about the stallions?" Chad asked.

"You mean Buck and Tex?" George replied. "We have already had several clients interested in being mounted by them."

"But, what if the clients, well, you know, can't take their horse cocks?" Chad asked. "Not everyone is that loose."

Jeff chuckled.

"Yeah, what if they don't have a gaping ass like Chad here?"

A smattering of laughter could be heard in the room before Richard used his fist to pound on the altar for silence.

"I am assuming you want to know if you can be a stallion like last year, nephew?"

"Yes, Sir," Chad replied.

"The answer is no," Richard said. "You will groom and prepare your horse mates, so they are ready to fuck. But I want you back home to take care of my kids during the event. However, it is a good point about the size of our beasts. Jeff, you can take the stallion duties for anyone who wants a bit more human-sized. You have proven to be a dominant alpha around here."

Jeff grinned, and Chad groaned.

"So that is the plan," George continued. "Do we have any questions?"

"What about care packages?" Lucas asked. "Are we doing that again this year?"

"Good point," George replied. "I forgot about that. Yes, we will be doing those. Slave, please plan to put together a sample of all our products and place them in individual bags. We have some newly printed ones with our logo in the storage room. I'll let you coordinate with the other slaves to determine how much overtime will be needed to finish that all in time."

"Yes, Sir," Lucas replied.

"Well, that is it!" George said. "You can all head out for the evening. Dinner will be served in an hour."

As everyone rose and began to exit, Chad grumbled against the back wall.

"I was kinda looking forward to fucking some ass again."

Jeff put his arm around the young man's bare shoulders.

"The twins need your focus right now."

His other hand reached down and groped Chad's ass as Jeff leaned over to whisper.

"Besides, your rear end is your best asset, boy."

Chad smiled.

"If you are up for it, I wouldn't mind using it," Jeff added.

"Unfortunately, I need to take the horses back to the barn and let them breed me," Chad said.

"Sloppy thirds, then?" Jeff asked with a smirk.

Chad laughed.

"I'll wander up to your loft after they are done with me."