As the series continues, this is a crossover entry to the Down on the Farm series. It is later in the Down on the Farm than the beginning, and those who read the other series will recognize the characters, especially the Bull that originally came from Chase's Dungeon as well.
The crossover may last a entry or two, and then returns to the Dungeon and the Farm will go on. I haven't decided if I will put the crossover from the other side in the Farm series, maybe.
I would be open to comments, feedback, constructive criticism, especially if you are interested in either fetish. Although research is good, actual experience in something is better.
Everyone is over 18, Not your cup of bog water? Move on then. Thank you.
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"Boy, come here." The male slave was at his side in less than two heartbeats, on his knees and prepared to serve. "We will be traveling. You need to be outfitted for the occasion."
Attaching a leash to Boy's collar he lead him to the elevator, than up to the fifth floor. Chase moved him to a marked X on the floor and walked away. Boy stood, putting his hands behind his head and waiting, his cock never wavered.
When Chase returned to his slave he was fitted with a cock ring, cuffs around his wrists and ankles along withe deprivation hood. Boy remained still throughout the entire process as his Master touched him. Once finished Chase led the slave down to the lower floor.
Moving into the room he stopped, feeling Boy sink to his knees as expected. Once had reached down and removed the hood, allowing the slave to see the tormented souls before him. Boy's breath caught and his eyes widened as he took in the sight. As the shocks made their way around the room Boy looked to him in fear.
"M...Mast...Master?" Boy's voice trembled as he tried to speak, softer than even his collar required.
"Calm, Boy. This is not for you. This is one place that the waste of flesh who hurt Pointless might go, and yes, it is a place that slaves who disappoint me can go. That is not you. Calm."
Hearing the unusually kind words from his Master Boy took a deep breath and looked back to the scene, just observing. Chase noticed that his slave moved ever so slightly closer to his Master's leg for comfort.
"Up, Boy." Chase commanded. When his slave was on his feet, the Master noticed that Boy's cock was flaccid for one of the first times he had been on a leash. Seizing the opportunity, Chase fitted a tiny cock cage that nearly cramped the slave's cock when limp. He wanted the lesson to be immediate and painful.
Boy breathed smoothly again as his Master led him back to the elevator, putting the hood back over his head plunging him back into darkness and silence. Knowing he had nothing to do but trust his Master, he sank to his knees in the elevator and waited for his next command. The room he had just left was still forefront in his mind, terrified that he might displease Chase enough to wind up there.
The next thing Boy noticed was a chill that washed over his naked body. Without further clues to guide him he paused. Nearly tugging him off his feet, the leash strained at his throat and he was rewarded bu a crack of a cane on his ass.
He immediately lurched forward and felt a coarse texture on his feet. That combined with the breeze, Boy guessed he was outside. A tug on his leash told him to stop, then a hand guided his head lower and his hands came out in front of him finding interior carpet to a car. He crawled on the floor until he was told to stop, kneeling on the carpet.
A feeling of motion washed over Boy, telling him the car was now moving. He wondered if his Master would remove the hood, if they were even alone.
The slave cried out as the world came crashing back to him, sounds of the road, the interior lights of the car, that he moved to kneel down to limit the amount that assaulted him at once.
"Boy, service." Chase commanded and Boy moved immediately to the task, finding comfort in sucking his Master's cock with gusto. The slave moaned as his cock tried to harden, but was contained by the too-small cage.
When his Master was finished, Boy made sure to lap at his cock to clean it, then turned and moved to sit just to the side of his Master's leg.
"We are going somewhere new, Boy. None of my other slaves have ever been here. It is also somewhere I can send slaves who displease me." Chase told him and Boy gulped, hoping to never earn his Master's wrath. "It is a bit of a drive, if you want to doze. I promise you will be wide awake when we get there."
"Yes, Master." Boy agreed, curling up on the floor, his back touching Chase's foot. He was asleep soon after his eyes closed.
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There was a tug at Boy's neck and he instantly came awake, looking around for his Master. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing him just off to the side. Moving from laying to kneeling, he watched his Master for any sign of a command.
There was a smell that Boy hadn't smelled in, he wasn't sure how long, but identified it. Fresh air. He heard noise starting to come from outside just as Chase dropped the hood over his head sending him to nothingness once again.
Boy was led down a small ramp and onto ground. He flexed his feet, feeling dirt underneath them. He gasped at the familiar situation but kept up with Chase's fast pace. Soon the organic ground made way to more concrete, feeling himself guided to textured floor that shone on the sensation he was allowed to feel.
Not knowing how long he was kept walking, his Master finally stopped and he went to his knees, feeling the concrete under his knees. As the world came back into vision he saw that it was some sort of barn, but he smelled no livestock.
He looked to his Master and noticed they were not alone. The thought of voyeurism made his cock start to harden.
"Which are we going to see first?" Chase questioned the female standing with him.
"We only have one main bull now. The females were refusing breeding with anyone other than our bull. We currently have a secondary male that is serving the purpose you suggest for your reject. The secondary was our alpha until the new one arrived. I think it was the male you sent who is our bull."
"The one who got Lauren killed?" Chase's voice hardened and Boy saw the female flinch.
"We gave requirements, and he followed them." she tried to explain.
"Fine. Bring it in."
Boy watched as a female led in a man crawling on all fours, or he thought it was a man. There was a gag that wrapped around his head and went into his mouth. There was a plug sticking out from his ass, much like an animal tail. His eyes washed over the man standing, and his slave kneeling next to him and the man huffed. As soon as the noise was out of his mouth a cane was brought down on his flank, causing him to cry out.
What caught Boy's attention, however, when he got past the gear was the bull's cock. It was impossibly long and thick, swaying as he moved. Boy gaped at the bull, or more importantly his cock and licked his lips. The thought of the beast fucking him made Boy shudder in excitement.
Chase noticed his slave's attention and smacked him on the head. "Focus, Boy."
Given correction Boy turned his attention back to his Master, awaiting a command.
"What does your secondary do?" Chase asked.
"Mika here is our breeding bull. He breeds the females. We have something set up for extra releases when the females are pregnant or otherwise engaged, so we are finding our artificial system lacking. Our bull here has found it better to use a live subject."
"What if I wanted more extreme circumstances for the new live subject? I want it to have no pleasure, I would castrate it if I was able. I don't want it to be treated like a person, or even livestock. I want him to be beaten, tortured and otherwise made miserable."
"That would be no problem. I am told that being fucked by a bull is a painful process. There will be no joy or pleasure in it for him. Numerous times a day."
As much as he was listening for commands from his Master, his gaze strayed back to the bull and his massive cock. A tug upward, forcing his collar to tighten around his neck demanded his attention back to Chase.
"My slave seems unable to concentrate. Perhaps a demonstration is in order." Chase chastised his slave.
"Mika, hard." the female commanded and Boy watched the bull's cock go from impressive to impossible. At least twelve inches long and three inches thick. Boy's mouth watered at the thought, looking up at his Master for instructions.
"Lube the slave. I want him to have a lesson, not be damaged." Chase instructed. "Boy, go service the bull."
That was all the invitation Boy needed. He crawled forward quickly, trying to touch the bull's cock with his mouth. The bull looked at him with a hard stare, seeing the slave move under him to get to his cock. With expert ability he worked the bull's cock, moaning at every opportunity that he was pleased. Chase watched as his slave worked and struggled to take the livestock's whole cock into his mouth and throat.
As the slave worked, Mika moaned at the slave's expert attention and gusto to which he went about his task. Mika leaned down and nipped the slave's cock with his gag. The slave backed off the bull's cock.
"Please Master. May I have my word?" he asked and went back to his task. Trying to earn his permission the slave finally worked the bull's whole cock into his throat.
"Not yet, Boy. You are not finished." Chase admonished him. Boy moaned but did not waver. Mika nipped again and again as his cock was deep-throated. Seeing his slave tormented Chase smiled. "Fine. Sissy."
