Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

Shit ! I’ve got a banging headache this morning. I don’t want to get out of bed at all. I shouldn’t have had those extra shots of tequila in the nightclub last night. But hey, when you are as popular as I am you have got to make the most of your nights out.

I could do with another hour in my warm bed, and it makes it even more warm and comfortable as I think of what life would be like naked in the cold barn. I need to get up though, as I am keen to have a look at how my two animals are doing locked in their animal stall. Not so fucking manly any more are they, all naked and dickless in their cold cell. I quite fancy playing with this meaty cock but I will save my cum for the arse of my bitches. Fuck, I am hard again. The thought of my free cock and being able to use it when I want turns me on, knowing I have my two animalised rugby heroes locked up and permanently celibate.

I still cant believe the all-conquering coach has such a tiny fucking cock. What an unexpected bonus to keep him naked as my bitch, his tiny cock on display and knowing that he will live the rest of his life unable to use it.

Let’s have a look then. I hope the cam recorded the full night.

Well will you look at that ! Two naked slaveboys snuggling up together on the cold floor. Look at their smooth legs intertwined on the floor, manacled in chains. The picture of gay loverboys that they are about to become. Not so tough and superior anymore are you slaves? No sneering superior looks down at me now eh ? Boy! What would I give to send these pics to all the other people who know these two arseholes? Let them see what has become of them. Naked animals for the rest of their pathetic lives.

Anyway, let’s rewind and have a look at what activities the slaves got up to last night, whilst I was out on the town. There was certainly no beer and chatting up the ladies. I would think it was more like eating pigswill and grovelling around naked on the floor in chains. Fucking losers. Ok, here we go. Play.

Tut, tut, tut, Bradley ! I cant have my slaves making a noise like that, banging on the door and shouting like that. You will regret that jockboy. Looks like you will be losing your power of speech boy. Well, you will just learn your new place in life the hard way I guess.

Glad you are enjoying your chat boys. Getting to realise what you have both become. Enjoy your male bonding as you will soon lose that little luxury. Animals don’t get to talk: they work and eat and shit and fuck and sleep. That’s what you have got in store for your future lives.

Look at that ! How ridiculous. Two naked horses eating their pigswill. Pathetic losers. Now, shall I have bacon and eggs for breakfast or pigswill ? Hmmm, difficult choice.

Ohhh, yes. Perfect. Our mighty rugby hero, our heroic jockboy, squatting like a pig in the corner and shitting. Look at his heavy chain tethering him to the floor: that’s it slave, move it away from your pile of shit. I am an evil bastard doing this to the kid aren’t I ? Removing all those layers of teenage pride and confidence. All that sense of self-importance that he has built up as he has become the perfect figure of manhood. And what do I do ? Keep him naked and freezing in his animal cell on a Saturday night when he would normally be out at the nightclub, remove his manly body hair, get rid of his trendy hairstyle and give him a pink Mohican, lock away his cock and make him shit in the corner like the animal he now is. I am such an evil bastard. Heh, heh, heh.

O look, he’s crying again. Life ain’t fair is it buddy ? I have to get up every day and look after my animals and do a day’s work even when I have a hangover. And you have to live the life of a naked beast for my amusement. We all have our crosses to bear.

Still, at least you can rest your head on your boyfriend’s chest like that cant you ?

Oh shit, listen. Quick, turn it up. Fuck. Well, well, well. It seems our two lover boys are being missed after all. “Mysterious disappearance”, “popular teacher”, “local teenage rugby hero”. You aint gonna find them I am afraid. Not unless you start doing a search of farmyards and animal stalls and the fields up my valley. I’m afraid you can say goodbye to your teacher and rugby hero. They are living a very different life now.

Anyway, time for a nice warm shower and some cooked breakfast before I go and get the Sunday papers. See if they have any more breaking news about local disappearances. Heh, heh, heh. Sunday. Day of rest. Well, day of rest for humans. I am not sure if it applies to farm animals.