Farm Boy
He got just what he wanted...
Davy was having a hard time keeping his tail from wagging,
he was just so excited. He'd always wanted to work on a farm, being a city kid
he'd never even been on one before today. But after doing some searching online
the pup had found this place, they were looking for help, and he'd emailed the
owner, he said he was even willing to work for free if they'd over look his age
and put him up with food and board. The owner agreed, but sent him a massive
waver form for his parents to sign.
It took some convincing, but finally his parents had said
yes. A short bus ride and car ride later, he was here. The boy clutched his bag
tightly, as he stepped out onto the farm. There was a big garden in front of
the big white farm house, a huge old red barn, and a few more modern barns,
probably where his milking operation was.
His ears perked up, if this was a dairy farm, shouldn't
there be cows? The smell and the sounds of them were missing... how strange. The
old hog got out of his truck, the vehicle groaning as it released his weight.
The hog smiled as he walked over to the excited German Shepard puppy, he
scuffled his head fur. "Ready for your tour, Davy?"
The pup nodded eagerly, "Yes sir, mister McDonald."
The big pig snorted, "Call me John. Though, we should probably
start with my favorite place on the whole farm, the kitchen."
The puppy giggled, and the fat hog and the boy walked into
the farm house. They walked inside the old home, the original wooden floors
creaking under their feet as they made their way to the old kitchen, where John
already had steaks waiting on the counter. The hog fired up the stove, placing
a thick black cast iron skillet onto it, and threw on the steaks along with
some chopped onions. The puppy boy's stomach growled as that flavorful smell
began to drift through the air, "Mmm that smells great!"
"It should, it came right from this farm, even the onions."
Said John, with a soft smile as he grabbed some mashed potatoes from the
fridge.
"That is so cool!" Davy looked at the bag in his lap, "Hey
uhhh, where am I staying? I'd like to put my bag away before we start."
The hog just smiled as he plated up the steaks, and set it
down in front of the pup. "Oh don't worry, I'll get you there, it's the last
stop on my little tour, now eat up."
Davy dug in, it was good, but something was off about the
meat. It had a different taste then normal beef, he guessed it was because just
so fresh. After their short meal, the hog started with a tour of the little
garden, showing the spot where the onions were picked last year, as well as the
potatoes, giving him a nice fresh carrot to nibble on as he brought him to the
chicken coup. The pup was so happy when the hog gave his okay, and he got to
chase around the chickens, even catching one before it flew away.
"Alright, now it's time for my bread and butter, ready to
see the milking shed? Where you'll be working until our time together ends?"
The pup excitedly nodded yes. The hog unlocked the door, and
the boy walked inside, but what he saw confused and horrified him. Where he'd
expected to see four legged cows being milked, instead were various people,
each shackled to a different milking station, each had a tube coming from their
muzzle, and another from their ass. They all looked at him with sad eyes, but
didn't bother to make a sound as Davy felt a hand grip his shoulder.
"Wh...what is this?" Davy said, starting to shake.
"Well..." John said, a second hand resting on Davy's other
shoulder. "I specialize in a certain type of meat... dog meat. Each one of these
slabs of meat were born and raised on this farm, born just to die, but I've run
into kind of a problem. I'm starting to miss some genetic diversity, too many
years of inbreeding. That's where you come in, I'm going to take as much as
spunk as that little body of yours can make, and then you'll join the rest of
my herd until you're ready to enter the frying pan, just like the dog you ate
this afternoon at lunch."
Davy didn't get a chance to react; he felt a strong hand
wrap around his muzzle, and a great weight slam him into the ground. He
struggled, but the fat pig had him hog tied before he could even scream for
help. He was dragged across the dirt floor, he could see milking machines
hooked up to every single dog in there. Some were women, with large bellies
that looked loaded down with a pup or two, and the others were men... or at least
he thought they were men, it was hard to tell. They had tiny little cocks, and
they were missing their balls. They also had large breasts that were hooked up
to the milkers as well. Each one was so fat too, whatever he was feeding them
it was defiantly fattening them up.
He sobbed, the twine around his muzzle stung every time he
tried to open his mouth. Finally they came to a door, and the hog pulled it
open. The dog could smell fear, blood, tears, and sweat. The hog pulled him
inside and closed the door behind them. The puppy howled as he spotted the
hanging carcass, that judging from the paws, could only be canine. The hog
lifted him up, and threw him on a large wooden butcher block, where the head of
the former canine that they'd most likely had for lunch, stared at him.
The hog flipped Davy onto his stomach, and tied him down,
before he went about slicing off his clothes, throwing them into a pile as the
dog cried. The hog grabbed a big can of something, and placed it next to Davy's
head, from the smell it had to be grease... the kind you get from cooking meat.
Then he walked over to the counter, and pulled out a single chambered version
of the milker he slid it onto the puppy's soft cock, and turned it on.
The boy cried as new feelings of pleasure and fear raced
through him, the fawning muzzle of the device made his cock stiff between his
legs against his will, as the hog scooped up some of the grease. The dog's eyes
widened as he felt his tail lifted, and two thick fingers rubbing against his
tender boy hole. His toes curled, and he whined as he felt those fingers start
to invade his rear, squirming around his insides. "Mmmm so nice and tight, it's
been a while since I felt the inside of a city boy. All the dogs around here
are stretched out by my machines long before I get to them."
Davy could feel something press against the pleasure knot
deep inside of him, making his body shudder, and his first load shoot into the
hallow tube, and flow into the collector. The hog leaned down, and tapped the
glass collector tube with his finger, getting out the air bubbles. "Good start...
but we got a long way to go."
The next few hours were a blur, pretty soon he could feel
the fat hog on his back as his thick dick tore open his ass, his fat balls
slapping against his tight little rump, as his own tiny orbs emptied into the
milker. His ass was sore, and cum was dripping from it from hours of use and
countless loads of pig cum. He was so happy when the hog finally fell of his
back, that fat creature having shed his cloths hours ago, and was now covered
in a fine sheen of sweat over his pink skin. He wiped his brow on the back of
his arm. "Woo! Alright, looks like you're spent. Time for the real fun."
Davy wondered what he meant, and then he saw the blow torch,
knife, and branding iron. He thrashed against his bonds as he saw the hog
disappear behind him, he felt hooves playing with his sac, working his sore
balls down to the bottom, and then slicing the whole thing off. Davy screamed
into his muzzle, the pain racing threw him as he saw his balls land just inches
away from his nose. He didn't notice when the hog heated up the knife to a
glowing red, but he did notice as the hot metal was used to close up the wound.
He begged for it to stop as the hog heated up the branding Iron, but it fell on
deaf ears as the searing metal burned its mark into the puppy's ass, sealing
his fate as livestock.
He was dragged to an open stall, his arms and legs locked in
place, a tube slid right into his gaping tail hole, and a muzzle slipped over
his face. The muzzle on his face, whirled, and then dug its way into his jaw
with tiny drills, heating up, cauterizing it, and trapping it in place. He felt
a tube slide down his nose, and snake its way into his wind pipe. He felt the
tube in his ass inflate at the end, locking it's self in place, and then sweet merciful
drugs began to pump into him, and he passed out.
He didn't know how long he'd been out. He just knew that
when he finally woke up, the hog was standing there grinning down at him. "It
was so sad telling your parents that you met an unfortunate accident here on my
farm, you fell right into a woodchipper, and all that was left of you was a bag
of goo. I had the chief fudge some police records, and as of this morning, you're
officially dead." The hog laughed, walking away, leaving the pup to cry. No!
It couldn't be true, he was here, alive, surely his parents knew that...
Tears began to roll down his cheeks. He just wanted his
mommy. He wanted to go home...
Weeks, maybe months past, and Davy began to notice changes
to his body. He felt heavier. The daily force feedings must have been fatting
him up, and there was a tenderness in his chest around his nipples. He tried to
ignore it, but every day his pecs got sorer, and sorer.
John came out one morning, and walked over to Davy's stall,
he reached under him, and squeezed his large baggy boy tits. "Mmm looks like
those hormones paid off, you're all ready for milking. These tits are about
ready to burst." He felt a milker attach itself, and then he felt sweet relief
as the milk was drained away.
He lost track of the passage of time, the only was he kept
track was by watching the golden retriever girl in front of him. Every day her
belly would grow fuller, and fuller until one night John came in and helped
give birth to the pup inside of her. Davy cried as he realized that it was part
German Shepard. The hog saw this, and patted him on his head. "Say hello to
your son, boy. Better say your good byes, because he's straight off to the veal
pen. I want to make sure these pups have good marbling before I bring one of
your offspring to breeding age. This one will get to be about 7, before he ends
up in my freezer."
Davy saw the girl grow and give birth one more time, before
his number finally came up. The hog unlatched him, and he fell to the ground,
unable to move or make a sound. He was tied up to a 4-wheeler and dragged out
of the barn. The hog walked over to him, knife in his paw, and in one quick
slice ended the poor puppy's life.