Deep Shit

The wind howled as we drove quickly along country roads.  Tied in the rear of the truck, cold and afraid.  My body lurched around and I cursed silently, before the realisation dawned that this was what I had always wanted.  This was the situation I had often fantasised about, in comfort on my bedroom as I read stories and contemplated a fantasy of slavery.

The reality was terrifying though.  I was dressed only in a flimsy wrestling singlet, alert and listening as the sound  of very few vehicles passed us.  I envisaged the landscape becoming rougher and more remote as we left civilisation behind, and I silently prayed that this could not become my life now for the next 12 months.   This level of extreme was too much, too harsh.

Asphalt roads turned to gravel tracks and finally the truck screeched to a halt, the engine dying. Only the howl of the wind was audible now as I lay in the dark. I trembled as I heard his boots scrunch along the gravel and open the rear of the truck. With a rough grunt, he pulled me out and my bare feet landed on the sharp gravel. As I looked at his shape in the gloom, I was acutely conscious of the ridiculous nature of my appearance. Virtually naked and barefoot in the night.

"Get used to it slave, you ain't getting no footwear," he snarled. And with a push from behind, I stumbled ahead into the pitch dark. Afraid and feeling very exposed, I squinted ahead of me and quickly realised that this was not some suburban property. This was a farmyard. The smell of animals and the looming size of farm buildings in the darkness around me made me realise that this was a working farm. To the left I could see a farmhouse, with a lit window against the pitch black sky. 

Momentarily I looked up into a sky that was testimony to our remote location in the mountains of Wales.  But we walked away from the house, and steadily to the right. Master Thomas unlocked  a heavy door with a key pad, and pulled open, the heavy concertina style doorway. I stumbled into a modern breezeblock barn that was dimly lit by the moon as we entered.  Relieved to be in the peace of the barn, and yet afraid of what was to come, I drew breath and squinted into the darkness.

"Get on your knees" he barked, and silently I knelt on the rough concrete floor. I looked down at my singlet, the white now filthy with dirt. And my cock and balls entirely visible through the flimsy material. My humiliation extreme before a man I did not know. With a sudden blinding flash, the darkness blazed into bright light as Master switched on the light. Revealing me in all of my humiliation - dirty, cold and exposed on the barn floor.

As my eyes adjusted, I looked up at the imposing figure stood in front of me. Master Thomas was a thickset man of around the same age as myself. Dressed in dirty jeans, mud splattered boots and an overcoat against the cold, he smirked down at me. I redressed myself as my mind flashed that he was handsome, in a rough kinda way.

"Welcome to your new home bitch," he smirked. And a genuine smirk of delight crossed his face as he looked at me.

"I don't" I began, before his arm raised and smashed across my face. I felt the sting of a punch in my face, and juddered down onto the cold floor before him.

"Animals don't speak bitch."

My body ached, and my limbs were freezing on the cold floor. I looked up at him, and followed his command to kneel back up again. My face stung and my ego bruised, I could not believe this was happening to me.

"Let's be very clear bitch," he began. "This is not a game. When I correspond with losers like you, I want their dreams to become reality. You asked me for slavery all those months ago, and it is slavery you will get boy. But slavery will seem like a holiday camp when I have finished with you."

He paused, and let his words sink in as the realisation that this was very, very real sunk in.

"This is a real farm. And I am a real farmer. You can expect from now on that you are part of my livestock on this farm. You will live as an animal. Now and at all times. There will be no release, no times to get inside and have breaks. This is real. No pretend slavery. You will get what you deserve now faggot."

I couldn't believe that this was possible, that this could happen to me.

"I am giving you tonight to get used to the idea of being an animal. Tomorrow we will be making some adjustments to you. In the meantime, you can think through what has become of you. And realise that escape from this will be impossible. Shit just got very real."

"Now up"

Shakily I rose to my feet and tried to muster some sense of being a man in front of my captor. With a laugh, he pushed me towards a stall on one side of the building. Shoving me inside, he pressed a button and metal bars slid across the front of the cell.

"Welcome to your new bedroom pig," he laughed before promptly turning and walking across to the light switch. Without a backwards glance.

I grasped the bars and stared out forlornly into the barn. And - just before the light plunged me into absolute darkness - my eyes met the boy in a cell on the other side of the room. A boy who appeared slighly younger than me, with a stunning athletic build. Stark naked, it was not his nakedness that made me gasp in astonishment. As his sad eyes bore into my soul, the lights removed the sight from my eyes and the metal door locked us into our prison for the night.

"Hello," I ventured. Silence.

With a sigh, I sat down on the cold concrete floor. And wondered how it was possible for him to do this to me. I shuddered as I considered the other unfortunate victim across the barn from me. What had placed him in this situation? 

I looked up and out of my stall, but only my bars were visible in the dark. WIth a sob of frustration and fear, I wondered how I would ever be able to sleep in an animal stall like this.