Chapter three, more to loose then just my virginity

The next morning I awoke to see Sam and another man staring down at me.

“How old is the brat?” I heard the scraggy and badly dressed man standing next to Sam ask.

“14” Sam replied.

“He sure is a pretty boy ain’t he?”  He said as his eyes roamed lustfully over my slender form. “I ain’t ever nutted a kid before, nutted a buck or two in my time, but mostly I nut pigs, caint see how this brat would be any different to a boar though” Remarked the man speculatively.

“The buyer I have in mind for the boy, wont want him lessen he is nutted, and I don’t have time to find a professional cutter, you say you have nutted hundreds of pigs?” asked Sam.

“yeah, and like I said caint see how this brat would be any different. Do him the same way, bring him over to my property and I’ll do him in the pig pen, same as all the others, I got me a dozen or so boars to do tomorrow.”

Sam had a worried expression on his face, clearly he was not happy with this arrangement; However Sam had no choice, if the boy was going to have his balls cut out and be sufficiently healed by the time they got to the coast, then it would have to happen now. Sam looked at the white trash pig farmer standing before him, all the farmer had asked for by way of payment was to fuck the boy and return him unharmed, albeit without his testicles. Sam looked down at me and thought to himself what a waste it would be to loose something so valuable, but the matter was settled and once Sam made up his mind about something there was no going back.

As for me, it hadn’t registered in my mind what they were talking about, ‘nutted”, ‘pigs’ what on earth were they planning. In hind site it was probably a good thing I didn’t understand or else I would have killed myself trying to escape.

 I was dragged to my feet by Nero and led by my chain to the old mans buggy and tied to the rear running board, Nero was about to lift me up onto the carriage when the old man stopped him.

“No! Let the brat run, it will tire him out and he won’t fight as much” Grinned the old man whose name I found out later, was Hodge.

Nero looked at Sam for advice, Sam merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Three days from today we will be at Millers ferry crossing, “ Sam said, “Bring the boy to me there, if he is damaged in any way other then being nutted then I will come after you, or if you don’t turn up with the boy then I will come after you, do you understand?” Sam threatened Hodge.

Hodge gulped, but nodded his head in ascent, “don’t worry your-self sir, apart from a sore butt and missing a few vitals the boy will be as good as new” He said licking his lips as he glanced at me, no doubt that in his mind he was visualizing his plans for the next three days.

Sam came over to me, “Listen here boy and listen good, you give the old man any trouble whatsoever, and I will sell you to the most pox infested whorehouse in the south where your butt will be used by every low life in the county, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”

“Yes ssssir, I’ll be good I promise.”  I stammered, fearing Sam temper.

“Good boy,” Sam said and he slapped my butt hard as Hodge’s buggy started off with a jerk, nearly pulling my arms out of their sockets.

Hodge kept the buggy moving fast so that I had no time to contemplate where or why Sam had sent me away with him, all I could do to avoid tripping over was to run as fast as I could. It seemed like forever but finally he turned the buggy into an old dilapidated gateway that was mostly hidden by foliage and overgrown corn crops. Hodge slowed down on the pot holed driveway and I saw fields of corn crops that seem to go on forever. Finally an area in front of us widened and before me I saw a run down shambles of a house.

To the right of the house was a barn, next to which there was a large sturdily built pen solidly packed  with what seemed like a thousands pigs, of all color shapes and sizes and all jostling for position at a feed tray. I noticed another enclosure to the left of the barn, a smaller pig pen housing maybe twenty or so middle sized pigs, they seemed to be moving about restlessly.

Hodge slowed the buggy to a stop and saw me looking at the smaller pen, there was something odd about it but I couldn’t quiet fathom what it was, it seemed like there were a number of smaller moveable fences inside the pen that formed a corridor leading to a small opening within the side of the barn. On the opposite side of the barn there was a second opening leading to yet another pen, but this opening only had a surrounding barrier, no double or moving fences, IN and OUT was the thought that occurred to me, but in and out of what?

When I think about it now, it seems naïve to me that at that time I didn’t make the connection with the pens and the barn and the pigs, however in my defense on our property we grew wheat, we did not keep farm animals other then chickens.

I was near to collapsing when Hodge finally untied me from the rear of the buggy and snapped a heavy metal padlock and chain onto my neck bracelet. He didn’t say a word as he led me towards the smaller pig pen. The pigs inside moved back away from the gate, obviously in fear of Hodge, I had no doubt that he mistreated his animals, as he was about to me. Hodge opened the gate and pulled on my chain dragging me behind him. Now I may be to all practical purposes a farm-boy but the pigs looked awfully mean and aggressive and I was afraid of them, so I resisted as he pulled on the chain. Hodge was instantly enraged and he jerked hard on the chain causing me to fall flat on my face.

Hodge leant over me and grabbed hold of the back of my britches and in one savage tear ripped them from my body, leaving me naked in the mud near the entrance to the pig pen. “Boy you is nuthin more than a pig to me, same as those other critters and you is gunna be treated the same way” he said snarling viciously, as he closed the gate, with his toe up my butt he slid me across the muddy pig pen to the center where for the first time I noticed a large steel eyelet set firmly into the ground.

The pigs jostled nervously against the fence as far away from Hodge as they could get as he attached my neck chain to the ringlet with a large padlock, “this should hold you boy”. He said as he pulled on the padlock to ensure that it was firmly locked.

“Brat, I is gunna leave you to get acquainted with your brothers over there, I need to go to town to get supplies. Oh did I mention that the reason these pigs are all stuck together in here is cause they is all getting so horny that they cant be controlled? Maybe you will be a good sow for them?” Hodge laughed cruelly at his own sick joke and he slapped his sides as he strode out of the enclosure, locking the gate behind him.

“ooh and boy, I ain’t gunna be back until morning, if en ya get hungry or thirsty the feed trough is in the corner there” he said pointing to a foul looking water trough.

When Hodge left, the pigs fear seem to leave with him, heightening my terror as slowly they started to circle me, curious as to who this new captive in their pen might be. I scampered across the pen to the far side putting the mud hole between myself and the pigs. As they tried to approach me I picked up handfuls of mud and flung it at them, yelling for them to get back and for a while it kept them at bay.

I desperately looked for someplace safe to hide as the pigs once again became braver and closed in on me. Then I noticed that if I could get to the other side of the pen I could climb up onto the fence railing, I may not be able to escape but I could keep a safe distance from the pigs, on the railing.

I picked up a handful of mud and screaming like a lunatic I hurled it at the pigs causing them to disperse, clearing a path for me to get to the other side of the enclosure. So I ran as fast as I could through the opening and in two leaps climbed up onto the fence.

The pigs followed me to the fence and snorted aggressively in frustration when they realized that they couldn’t reach me. “Cant get me you filthy pigs” I taunted them, very pleased with myself was I.

The pigs looked defeated and with snorts and grunts slowly one by one they returned to the feeding trough, except for one large brown boar who stayed close to me almost as if on guard duty for the rest of the pack.

On the other side of the pen a large black boar suddenly reared up onto the back of a smaller pig, I blushed bright red when I saw his huge corkscrew penis unsheathe itself and poke around violently at the smaller pigs rear, suddenly his tip found an opening and in one swift action screwed itself all the way into the small hole. The little pig squealed in terror as suddenly the boar started to screw his weird shaped prick in and out of the small hole. The boar continued to breed the smaller pig for a couple of minutes until suddenly his huge torso stiffened and I could see his massive balls tighten up as he started to squirt his heavy load into the rump of the smaller pig.

Much to my disgust this display of brute animal lust had my penis stiffening, pre-cum had started to dribble from my own penis. Meanwhile the boar that was guarding me was trying to climb up onto the fence, but the best he could manage was the first railing. For a moment I was worried that he would be able to reach me but then I saw he couldn’t get any higher I sighed in relief and went back to watching the smaller pig being fucked.

My hand reached for my penis and I started to stroke myself. The big boar had finished and no sooner had he dismounted then another boar had taken his place, the second of the two smaller pigs was now also being mounted and being pumped. Pretty soon I couldn’t take it any longer and I shot my own load. My cum spewed from the end of my penis and splashed onto the muddy earthen floor of the pig pen. The pig guarding me stared up at me and grunted and squealed, but knowing that I was safe I poked my tongue out at him and closed my eyes as I rested after my orgasm.

Suddenly, there was a sharp jerk on my neck chain, at first I thought that Hodge had returned but to my complete horror I saw it was the pig guarding me. Should anyone ever suggest to you that pigs aren’t intelligent then they are lying. The big boar had my chain in his huge maw and he was pulling backwards with all of his might. He had made the connection, his sow was tied up and not going anywhere. I held on to the railing with all my might, curling my arms and legs around and holding on for dear life. The boar however had other ideas; he dug his clove hooves into the mud and with one mighty jerk pulled on the chain. I literally flew through the air and landed face down in the mud at his trotters.

Immediately he stepped over me trapping me, his massive torso spread across my narrow shoulders and pinned me to the ground with my face buried in the mud. I sensed the other pigs surrounding me, then I felt it, first a snout and then a tongue bury itself in between my butt cheeks. I clenched my bum cheeks shut firmly but I was no match for the hugely powerful tongue that ploughed its way into my bum. I felt the tongue reach my hole which was clamped shut. The boar pushed his invading tongue hard against my rosebud hole and for a while I thought it would continue to resist him.

But then suddenly I felt my hole start to open and I felt his tongue penetrate me. I screamed into the mud, “NO stop, stop.” But the tongue went in further and further until I could feel the pig’s hot breath on my ass cheeks and 4 inches of pig tongue buried in my ass.

The pig seemed to taste me, his tongue went in and out, and slowly my butt hole was becoming looser from his lubricating saliva until eventually his tongue moved freely inside me. My penis in despite my terror was by this time as hard as a rock and burrowing into the mud below my body.

Just as suddenly the boars tongue popped out of me, causing me to sigh with disappointment. For a moment nothing happened, then I felt the full weight of the pig on my back and my body was pushed even deeper into the mud. I could feel the boars huge corkscrew cock slide up between my butt cheeks before sliding up my spine and up between my shoulder blades, leaving a trail of moist pig cum up my back. But no matter how hard he tried he could not find my opening and he became enraged and frustrated with horniness. His huge maw closed around the back of my neck and he bit down hard as he violently shook my body like a rag doll. He let go of my throat and with his snout closed his maw on my groin, taking my penis balls and half my ass into his mouth as he tried to push me up to a kneeling position.

I felt sure that non compliance would cause him to snap my neck; god knows he was easily powerful enough, so in fear for my life I reluctantly pushed myself up onto my hands and knees with my butt poking into the air. Again he mounted me, but his shear weight and the slippery mud beneath me caused me to collapse to the muddy ground each time. Several more times the boar tried to mount me until the dumb brute realized that this little sow was almost fuck proof.

I collapsed exhausted into the mud as he circled menacingly, every now and then he would nip me. The boar, with his huge maw grabbed me by the hair and dragged me face down in the mud to the other side of the enclosure, letting the other boars know that I was his property. Suddenly an idea seems to dawn in on him, he grabbed hold of my chain and dragged me all the way across to the other side of the pen to where a bail of hay was laying. By pulling on my chain he dragged me over the top of the bail of hay until my tummy was resting on the bail, with my arms and legs hanging over the front and my rear poking over the back. It was at that moment I knew that he was going to breed me, I was no match for either his shear determination or his brute strength. All I could hope for was that his huge cock wouldn’t tear me apart.

I figured that the safest course of action to avoid being injured was to cooperate in the rape, so I adjusted my position so that my chest was on the bail of hay and my butt was poking up provocatively, making it easier for him to mount me, as I braced myself for the assault.

My own cock stiffened with anticipation and I didn’t have long to wait as I felt his huge torso cover my entire body. Then I felt his cock sheath slide around between by buttocks, suddenly his corkscrew penis found my hole and without warning he screwed it all the way into me in one twisting movement. I screamed with agony as I felt his massive cock force open my hole and suddenly I was hopelessly impaled on his animal dick. It seemed as if his cock had wound its way all the way into my guts and I screamed in pain as my internal organs were mercilessly pushed aside to make room for his raping cock. The boar grunted with pleasure as my tight hot tunnel clamped down on his prick. The pigs cock purposely corkscrewed all the way into me.

After a while the pain started to dissipate and was being replaced by another feeling, an incredible feeling, his cork-screw cock was twisting across that special place within me and each time it felt as if I was being hit by lightening. It felt a hundred times more intense and exhilarating than when Brutus had fucked me. My penis exploded a load of cum onto the ground and formed a puddle underneath me as I screamed out in ecstasy and I pushed my rump back hard onto the pigs invading cock.

“Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted mindlessly as the boar continued to screw me. A smaller pig having smelt my cum nosed his way under my tummy and lapped up my juices from the ground, then he found the source of the delicious nectar and with one swallow took my entire cock into his maw and sucked down hard. The sucking sensation was overwhelming as for the second time I exploded cum, this time directly down the throat of the little pig.

Meanwhile the boar fucking me was building to his climax, his huge paws held me tightly and his trotters dug painfully into my sides as he squeezed the air from my lungs, then suddenly he tensed, and I felt the first hot flood of pig cum pour into my guts. Wave after wave was pumped into me as he continued to breed me, squealing loudly as filled me to the brink. My intestines flooded with his cum until they could hold no more and cum overflowed from my ass and broke through the tight seal of my stuffed hole and his cock and cum poured down my thighs. 

 His cum flowed in rivers across my groin I looked down and I could see my stomach distended from all the juices he had poured into me, yet the boar kept on pumping and for the third time I came into the mouth of the pig sucking on my now very sore penis.

Finally he stopped and rested panting and exhausted on my back. Suddenly with a wet popping sound I felt his penis slip from my slime covered ass, it left me feeling empty and disappointed. The boar climbed down of me as I sagged down onto the bail of hay exhausted and mercifully I lost consciousness.

Many hours later, I awoke with a start as Hodge threw a bucket of cold water onto me. “Stand up brat.” He growled.

My knees were shaking as I pushed myself up off the bail of hay and stood up. Pig cum had dried on my skin and around my anus, I looked down at my distended tummy. The pressure inside me was irrepressible and a stream of urine poured uncontrollably out of my penis and splashed onto Hodge boots. Hodge looked furious as he shook his boots.

“Sorry sir, I’m so sorry I couldn’t help it” I bawled as he dragged me by the hair over to the water trough. Hodge pushed my head completely underwater until I almost passed out again. “Boy I would beat the shit out of you cept Sam would have my hide, he dun like his property bein damaged.” He said as he pushed my entire body into the water trough. “Wash yourself boy, you stink worse then those swine.”

I hurriedly ran my hands over my body and washed the mud and grime from my body and hair, before he dragged me soaking wet from the trough and out of the pen to the barn. The barn was awful; the smell of burnt flesh and rotting meat assailed my nostrils and nearly caused me to vomit. I looked around and I saw that there was a rail running just above my head height, all the way from the small door opening to the pig-pen and then to a work area in the center of the room. Dangling from the rail were ominous looking hooks set into small trolleys which were designed to travel along the rail.

Hodge dragged me over to a low set work table, whereupon he bent me over so as my tummy was scraping painfully on the rough sawn top, he held me down with one hand whilst he loosened his coveralls with the other. Then I felt his penis poking at my (by that time) well exercised butt, His cock went in without resistance and I felt no pain at all.

“The boars really opened you up, damn your as loose as a Texas whore, boy.” He said as he commenced pumping his cock into me. His cock wasn’t very large and after my rape in the pig pens it almost felt soothing to be inside me. The only discomfort I felt was the rough timber digging into my stomach and chest as I was dragged back and forth across the table top.

Suddenly Hodge grunted and mightily slammed me as he squirted his load into me for several seconds before collapsing on top of me. I felt his foul sweat dripping onto my back.

He got off me and pulled me along by my chain back to the pig pen, wham bam thank you mam was Hodge style. This time there was no metal ring to chain me too, as I was in the piglet pen. Instead he tied me face up and spread eagle to the four corners of the small pen. He laughed almost manically as he said tomorrow would be the worst day of my life, with that he left me alone and tied to the stakes.

I fell asleep exhausted. When I awoke I wish I hadn’t, there was a lot of activity in the boar pen, but being tied down I couldn’t really see what was happening. Hodge opened the gate and with four slashes of a machete cut the ropes binding me to the stakes on the ground. I was stiff and sore and had lost feeling in my limbs so it wasn’t surprising that when he dragged me to my feet I offered no resistance. Hodge half dragged half carried me to the large boar pen. Then I noticed the difference.

The portable fences along the edge of the pen had been pushed into the center and reduced the pen perimeter to a narrow corridor leading wedge-like towards the opening in the barn. The pigs were jammed end for end in the narrow tunnel, barely wide enough for them to be able to move, timber beams were slid into position above the heads of the pigs across rails preventing the pigs from climbing out of the passageway. Hodge bodily lifted me up and threw me into the middle of the line of the pigs. He then forced a beam over my head so as I couldn’t stand as I ended up on my hands and knees crawling along with the pigs.

A boar behind me, shoved his snout against my butt and grunted angrily forcing my head into the butt of the pig in front of me. To my dismay the pig in front of me was the large boar who had bred me in the pen yesterday. Suddenly the line started to move forward, the boar refused to move that was until a red hot iron was jabbed onto his ass, and I heard him squeal in agony and I could smell his burning flesh right next to my nose. Being a fast learner he trotted ahead enthusiastically, I wasn’t planning on suffering the same fate so I kept my nose right up his butt and I followed him forward.

At intervals we continued to crawl forward like this until suddenly something changed, Right in the middle of the small passageway was a smooth wooden island raised up from the ground, I had to lift my head up, suck in my tummy and crane my neck backwards so I wouldn’t hit my head into the end. My knees barely touched the ground as I continued to crawl on the tips of my toes with my tummy dragging along the top of the polished wooden island. I could no longer see the pig in front of me as my head was forced upwards, all I could see was the opening into the barn and someone working away near the entrance, presumably Hodge.

Suddenly the island seemed to change shape, it tapered out wide, causing me to spread my thighs wide in order to keep moving. My thigh muscles felt as if they were going to rip apart and I stopped moving, that was until the pig behind me got the branding iron and he gave me a vicious shove forward.

I felt a groove in the center of the island travel down my tummy and reach my penis but fortunately my penis didn’t catch in it, it was wide enough at the opening for it to pop out the other end. Unfortunately the same couldn’t be said for my balls as I felt them slide into the groove and stop. My balls may have temporarily stopped moving but I wasn’t allowed to as I was pushed forward yet again by the pig behind me. My balls stretched painfully behind me until mercifully a wooden barrier stopped me from traveling any further.

By this time my nuts were stretched well away from my body and my legs were nearly horizontal as I was stretched out on the wooden island.

Hodge put his hands through a small opening in the passageway and squeezed my balls painfully. “Hmm boy, the rats are gunna eat well tonight” he laughed. Hodge then slipped a leather cord around my testicles right against my groin and he pulled the leather cord into a slip knot causing me to yell out in pain. Almost instantly my balls started to ache from the lack off blood supply, and I cried out in terror.

Hodge then grabbed hold of the leather cord and stretched my nuts almost to breaking point and let them slap painfully against my ass as he released my nuts from the groove. Hodge grabbed hold of my ankles and fastened yet another leather cord to each ankle which he then tied to a spreader beam which kept my legs stretched painfully apart. When he was satisfied that I was securely tied he slapped me hard on the butt and laughed.

Hodge grabbed hold of the wooden spreader and lifted me up, causing my spine to arch backwards painfully and my chin to bang on the wooden island, as he hooked me up and onto a waiting trolley. I was suspended by the trolley upside down with my legs spread wide and my chin resting on the island when suddenly the wooden barrier in front of me opened and Hodge gave me a shove forward causing my trolley to roll me forward into the barn. I rolled down a short ramp until I collided with the boar in front of me, who was suspended much the same way as I was.

The sight that befell me almost made me feint. In front of me there were maybe ten boars, all tied up by the ankles in exactly the same way as me and like me all of them had leather cords tied around their nuts. The sound of squealing pigs was almost deafening.

Standing in the middle of this hideous production line was a filthy and toothless old black slave; he was covered from head to toe in blood as he worked on his next victim.

As each pig was pulled forward, he would drag the trolley into the work area, he would then grab hold of the boars two front legs and slip them through cords tied to the ground. He would then pull the cords down tightly effectively stretching the pig’s body and holding him so as he couldn’t move in any direction.

This caused the pig which was suspended by the hooks on the trolley to arch its back unnaturally, leaving its lower belly and groin exposed to the cutter. The cutter then grabbed hold of the pig’s balls and stretched them out until it seemed as if they would be ripped off, then with a sharp curved knife he sliced through the sack containing the pigs balls, he threw the sack onto the ground where rats scurried around to get at the fresh meat. The cutter sliced away until the boars testicles were exposed. Next he used a white hot knife to slice through the cords. Finally he cauterized the open wound with a small branding iron. Each pig would cum wildly as its testicles were being cut from its body, the cutter was drenched in cum and blood as he worked.

I watched in horror as the boar that raped me had his testicles exposed and then cut out, he let out a thunderous squeal as his huge testicles joined others on the floor, buckets of cum poured out from his now useless penis as for the last time he asserted himself as a boar. As he finished with the boar the cutter pushed the trolley over to a chute and with a quick slash of his knife cut the pigs rear legs free and he plunged down the chute into the holding yard on the other side of the barn.

Then suddenly it was my turn.

The cutter looked at me and toothlessly grinned broadly as he pulled my trolley into the work area. Hanging upside down I tried to punch him with my fists but he was too strong and he was easily able to tie my hands to the ringlets on the floor. I was suspended upside down, my balls tied with a leather cord and my back arched towards the cutter, almost beckoning him to cut my balls off. I begged I screamed I pleaded but to no avail, the cutter just went about his gruesome task.

The only extra consideration I received was that Hodge handed the cutter a bottle of antiseptic which he poured first over my testicles, the drying alcohol caused me to gasp. He then poured the remainder of the antiseptic onto his cutting knife and washed his grimy hands in the alcohol.

For reasons which I cannot explain, my penis was as hard as it has ever been in my short 14 year life as the cutter with the efficiency of a man well used to doing his job hefted my balls away from my body, as he rolled my balls around in my ballsac looking for the place to start cutting my erect penis suddenly shot its load of cum, it splashed onto his chest whereupon it mingled with pig cum, it slid down my body in tiny rivers and then formed in a pool below my upturned chin, then, I felt his knife go in.

I screamed and screamed as my ball sac was split right down the middle. The cutter opened me up from my anus  almost to my groin, and as my entire ballsac was cut in two he pushed his dirty fingers inside my body and rolled my nut around until he could get a good grip and then he pulled it out through the opening and for the first time ever my pubescent balls were exposed to the outside world. The cutter continued to cut away at my ball-sac, finally leaving only my two testicles dangling loosely on my stomach by their chords, with a final flick of his knife what remained of my ball-sac fell to the ground and lay alongside the pigs sacs.

As the cutter had done with the pigs, he picked up the red hot cauterizing knife and sliced through the chord of my right testicle and I screamed in pain as it came free. My ball rolled down my torso and left my body for the last time as it hit the dirty ground with a moist plop. Once again my penis exploded with a mixture of cum and blood  as almost immediately my second testicle joined my right testicle on the floor. I watched dazed as the pink healthy color drained from my two dying nuts lying on the muddy floor. Suddenly a huge rat scurried across the floor and I watched in horror as the rodent opened its ugly maw and in one gulp swallowed one of my testicles, seconds later another rat made short work of my other ball, then as the red hot iron was pushed into my bleeding groin I thankfully passed out.

The cutter untied the ropes holding my hands to the ringlet and rolled  my trolley across to the exit chute whereupon he cut my ankles free and I tumbled down the chute and rolled out naked next to the boar.

The next time I awoke I was in the same pen with the same boars that had raped me, only this time there would be no rape, there wasn’t a whole male in the entire pen and that included me. I would never again feel sperm rush out the end of my penis, I cried until I fell asleep. As the old man had promised Sam, I had been gelded along with the pigs.

Continued in, sale on the blocks.

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