MY DESCENT INTO CUCKOLDRY CHAPTER 10 - The Stud Farm
“Wake up beta,” said Karen, “You’ve got a busy morning before you get any breakfast." She whipped me with her riding crop, “Stand up you pathetic little weed. You’ve got horse shit all over your face, we’ll need to clean that off.” She led me out of the stall and into the yard. There were iron clasps set into the middle of the yard. “Girls, come and help me” she called to two nearby stable girls. They grabbed me and forced me to the ground, lying on my back, between the clasps. Karen pulled a clasp over my neck and secured it with a padlock while the two girls did the same with clasps by my sides, securing my wrists and then my ankles similarly. One of the girls slipped off her shoes took off her jodhpurs positioned herself above my face and without a word, proceeded to urinate all over my face it was warm and some went into my mouth, leaving a salty taste. The other girl got a cloth and wiped away the residual horse shit. Amy and Karen were both laughing, obviously enjoying my degradation. “You will stay here until your ‘lesson’ in 30 minutes. I want you to reflect on your situation and start to come to terms with the changes in your life, that it is now in our hands and no longer under your control.”
I lay there helpless but at the same time slightly turned on by my predicament. I felt my cock was getting aroused and was beginning to grow slightly. As it swelled I felt the spikes begin to dig in. I wanted to stop this but I couldn’t and as my cock grew the pain worsened until I cried out for help. The pain became agonizing as the spikes pierced through my skin. It was minutes later that Karen came to see what was happening and by the time she arrived, the pain had subsided as my cock shrank. “Lesson number one,” she said, “Erections are not allowed for betas, they are disrespectful to your superiors. You will have to learn this the painful way but don’t worry, by the time your training is finished, you won’t ever be able to get stiff again. Your seed is useless, not fit for breeding. Horses that aren’t thoroughbreds are gelded here. The spiked cage will only remain until I can make an appointment for the vet to castrate you. Now, time for your next lesson.” She called the girls who helped her to unlock the clasps. They took me inside and forced me to my knees then locked my wrists to metal rings behind me, by my feet. Then they produced a hood with a pipe coming out of the mouth opening. The pipe had a funnel attached and the hood had a metal ring at the rear. This hood was put over my head and laced up tightly. Next, a rope was put through the ring at the rear of my head and tightened to another ring set on the floor behind me. This forced me to lean my head backward, “Are you ready for breakfast?” Asked Karen. Suddenly a sharp pain zapped me deep in my arse, it was agonizing. “That’s what will happen if you refuse to swallow your breakfast - here it is; I’m pouring it into the funnel now. Here it comes.” Nothing came and I thought that she was teasing me to see how I would react, but then a gooey thick liquid started flowing into my mouth. I didn’t like the taste one bit, it was quite pungent and revolting and I tried to spit it out, but the pipe that was in my mouth was designed to prevent this. I did however manage to hold it in my mouth and prevent going down my throat. “Ah, ah, ah,” said Karen, and once again my anal passage contorted as a larger electric shock shot up into it. It was intolerable. “You are going to swallow. This lovely thoroughbred horse semen is full of goodness and as there is so much surplus every time we extract it, I don’t want it going to waste. This will be your breakfast every morning. This not only saves me buying your breakfast, but it will also make me money as I will be charging ladies for the fun of feeding you, rather like people feed animals in a petting zoo. Many ladies ride here who have said that they are very excited at the thought - I’ve made bookings and taken deposits already. I will also make you tell me who all your former girlfriends are. You must have been a big disappointment to them, wimp. I bet they’ll pay big money to see you swallow horse semen - who knows, perhaps even more if I invite them to bring their boyfriend's and husband's semen to feed you! Now, SWALLOW or else.” I had no option; I couldn’t bear the pain in my anal passage again, and so I started to swallow. It made me feel nauseous as the thick gooey horse semen slid slowly downwards, coating the walls of my throat as it did so.
I lay there helpless but at the same time slightly turned on by my predicament. I felt my cock was getting aroused and was beginning to grow slightly. As it swelled I felt the spikes begin to dig in. I wanted to stop this but I couldn’t and as my cock grew the pain worsened until I cried out for help. The pain became agonizing as the spikes pierced through my skin. It was minutes later that Karen came to see what was happening and by the time she arrived, the pain had subsided as my cock shrank. “Lesson number one,” she said, “Erections are not allowed for betas, they are disrespectful to your superiors. You will have to learn this the painful way but don’t worry, by the time your training is finished, you won’t ever be able to get stiff again. Your seed is useless, not fit for breeding. Horses that aren’t thoroughbreds are gelded here. The spiked cage will only remain until I can make an appointment for the vet to castrate you. Now, time for your next lesson.” She called the girls who helped her to unlock the clasps. They took me inside and forced me to my knees then locked my wrists to metal rings behind me, by my feet. Then they produced a hood with a pipe coming out of the mouth opening. The pipe had a funnel attached and the hood had a metal ring at the rear. This hood was put over my head and laced up tightly. Next, a rope was put through the ring at the rear of my head and tightened to another ring set on the floor behind me. This forced me to lean my head backward, “Are you ready for breakfast?” Asked Karen. Suddenly a sharp pain zapped me deep in my arse, it was agonizing. “That’s what will happen if you refuse to swallow your breakfast - here it is; I’m pouring it into the funnel now. Here it comes.” Nothing came and I thought that she was teasing me to see how I would react, but then a gooey thick liquid started flowing into my mouth. I didn’t like the taste one bit, it was quite pungent and revolting and I tried to spit it out, but the pipe that was in my mouth was designed to prevent this. I did however manage to hold it in my mouth and prevent going down my throat. “Ah, ah, ah,” said Karen, and once again my anal passage contorted as a larger electric shock shot up into it. It was intolerable. “You are going to swallow. This lovely thoroughbred horse semen is full of goodness and as there is so much surplus every time we extract it, I don’t want it going to waste. This will be your breakfast every morning. This not only saves me buying your breakfast, but it will also make me money as I will be charging ladies for the fun of feeding you, rather like people feed animals in a petting zoo. Many ladies ride here who have said that they are very excited at the thought - I’ve made bookings and taken deposits already. I will also make you tell me who all your former girlfriends are. You must have been a big disappointment to them, wimp. I bet they’ll pay big money to see you swallow horse semen - who knows, perhaps even more if I invite them to bring their boyfriend's and husband's semen to feed you! Now, SWALLOW or else.” I had no option; I couldn’t bear the pain in my anal passage again, and so I started to swallow. It made me feel nauseous as the thick gooey horse semen slid slowly downwards, coating the walls of my throat as it did so.
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