7 comments/ 238280 views/ 25 favorites 2022 The Farm Ch. 01 By: Jimbo2012 Sam McCulloch was 42. He had been married for 13 years but for the last five he had been practically a servant to his dear wife Greta. She had always been an imposing woman, the wealth left to her after her mother's death had reinforced her confidence and now at 39 she floated through the house with not a care in the world. It was only a matter of time that she became tired of her husband and had decided just recently to do something about it. The world had changed drastically in the last 6 years. Women now had the best positions in life. After scientists had synthesised a male sperm from it's most basic of elements in the year 2006 the writing was on the wall for all the males on earth. Women no longer had a need for them; they no longer had to endure the constant thrusting of a male between their thighs to achieve their ultimate goal of pregnancy. All they need to do nowadays was to push a small suppository into their womb, and bingo it was done, they could enjoy a comfortable nine month pregnancy knowing that a good strong healthy child would be born. Of course they usually chose a female why on earth would they want to give birth to a male how could they love such disgusting creatures. Leading scientists had predicted that the male population was due to decline to only 10% in the next 100 years. Already most males were subservient to women, some lived in the vain hope that just being married to a female would save them from being sent away to the various camps and processing centres around the country. Males were used for just the most menial of tasks, like heavy labour in the various factories and farms. Their lives had become very cheap indeed. Auction houses had sprung up all over the place, buying and selling males like animals. They were transported around the country like cattle in large articulated lorries batches of up to 50 at a time for the Auction Marts. Sam was clinging hopefully to the thought that Greta had loved him and would never subject him to the indignation of selling him, he was however to be severely mistaken. It was a Monday morning and Sam was busy scouring the lavatory, making it sparkling clean for Greta, she was very particular about the lavatory and made it her pet project to ensure that Sam kept it spotless. "Sam! Would you come downstairs there is someone here to see you" She called "Yes Greta, I'll be there right away." He replied He scuttled down the stairs as fast as he could; Greta was not a woman to be trifled with once her command had been issued. He was almost naked save for a small cloth that was bunched to cradle his genitals then tied around the small of his back. He was an average sized man, about 5'10" not particularly muscular but not fat either. He had short brown hair and green eyes; both had attracted Greta to him in the first instance. He was greeted by Greta and two very business-like women dressed in crisp white blouses, dark pin-stripe jackets and pencil skirts. They both wore shiny black court shoes and black stockings. One was a redhead in her late twenties and very athletic looking with smallish breasts pert and upturned. The other was a lot older. She had short dark hair tied into a pigtail; her build was a lot larger with big breasts that just heaved up and down as she breathed. "Sam, you know how to address me when we have company don't you?" Said Greta, knowing full well that he was not to call her by name in company. "I…I'm sorry Mistress Greta I just forgot my place, please forgive me!" Sam dropped to his knees and crawled forward to Greta; he then lowered his head and placed a kiss on each of Greta's pretty feet as an apology. Greta smiled she knew he would do anything to stay with her, he was a good house servant but she had finally tired of him, and felt she needed a new male about the house, something a bit more pleasing on the eye. "Sam, you may look up now. Mistress Cordelia and Mistress Venetia have come to see if you would be of any use to them in their new facility on the business park, they would like to examine you, you will greet them as I have taught you" Sam again crawled on hands and knees to each lady, they offered him their court shoes one by one. Sam kissed both their feet whispering the words "Pleased to make your acquaintance Mistress Cordelia and Mistress Venetia." "My my he's well trained isn't he…." said Venetia "….such a well mannered male, have you had him long?" "Thirteen years…." said Greta "….but its time for a change I think, I need something new and fresh to look at" Venetia chuckled "Yes I know what you mean, I change my personal slave every year, my current male is only 17, and I'm 49 next year what wonderful times we live in....long may they continue!" "Amazing, such a young creature must have set you back a bit?" said Greta "£3500, he was a bit of a bargain as he was a little damaged by his last owner, they don't keep their value very well if they are blemished in any way, you know" "Such a shame, well what do you think of my Sam then is he worth much?" Greta continued Venetia gestured for Cordelia to come forward. "Cordelia is my assistant, she will assess your male and tell me if he is of any use and what he is worth, her methods are a little unorthodox but she knows her job and has a good eye for a decent animal" Sam was getting a little agitated by now, it was clear that he was to be sold, but to who? and more importantly to do what?…his mind was racing, what did they do at this facility? Would he get a good position in the offices or in one of the female owner's houses? He wanted to ask so many questions but knew his place and kept quiet. Cordelia said her first words "I will need him naked for my assessment" she said sternly. Sam was frightened for the first time. Cordelia was very stern and looked quite dismissive of him. Of course she had done this a thousand times before he was just that latest in a long line of males that she had, had to examine. "Take off your cover so that Mistress Cordelia may examine you!" ordered Greta. Sam slowly undid the leather ties in the small of his back and let the cloth drop to the floor. He was ashamed for the first time, he did not have a large penis, but his testicles were quite large and not at all in proportion. They more than filled his scrotal sac and hung very low like a bull's half way down his thigh. He had always been very proud of his testicles; he considered them his best trait. Cordelia approached carefully pulling on two disposable rubber gloves. She held his shoulders and pushed them backwards and forwards judging his balance and general physique. She then looked into his eyes, pulling on the lids to get a better view, she examined his nostrils and teeth, and he now truly felt no better than an animal. Greta had thought to protest, as Cordelia was being quite rough, but did nothing she wanted a good price for Sam and arguing with his potential buyer would not help her case. The examination continued with his chest and back, he was commanded to breathe deeply a few times, his heart rate followed then his thighs, calves, Cordelia finished by measuring his feet all the time muttering to herself, but not giving any clue as to whether she approved or not. Finally, Cordelia returned to his midriff. Her rubber clad hands cradled his scrotum; they were warm to the touch. Sam jerked his hips forward at the first touch then relaxed as she squeezed each hard testicle with her thumb and forefinger. To his shame Sam's penis started to become firmer. He knew that he couldn't prevent a full erection, and it was soon upon him. Cordelia smiled to herself, she had achieved the result she wanted with very little effort. Greta and Venetia moved closer to watch Cordelia's work. "Hands and knees!" Cordelia commanded Sam dropped down as requested. "Bottom up in the air, let the dog see the rabbit!" He did as he was told, exposing his most secret hole to the three ladies' gaze, fretting about the next indignation to come. Cordelia produced a small jar of clear jelly, and dipped her forefinger in it withdrawing a large glob and letting is slide down her finger rolling it around and around. She then placed it on the entrance smearing the jelly around until his anus was well covered. She traced the ring of his anus out again and again, knowing full well the effect it would have on the male. Sam had a fierce erection, he was breathing heavily and tears of shame had overcome him. He looked at Greta, almost begging her to intervene and stop Cordelia violating him. Greta was going to do no such thing and she let him know. She came down to his level and whispered gently "Sam, you have been my husband for 13 years, I do not want you anymore. You will live out the rest of your days with these ladies; they will ensure that you will serve womankind however they choose until the day that you die" Sam could keep in his tears no longer, and started to cry openly, they fell onto Greta's feet. She smiled, she had enjoyed telling him she no longer wanted him and she knew he was resigned to his fate as she felt his warm tears dripping onto the soft leather of her shoes. She looked at Cordelia and nodded. Cordelia pushed her finger at Sam's anus, it resisted at first. Venetia then came down to Sam's level, her bare cold hand felt his soft hairy underbelly and found its way to his scrotal sac. "Don't resist Sam; Cordelia needs to check all aspects of your health, including the bits inside you that she can get to from the outside!" Sam was mortified and still resisted, however his erection twitched in the air betraying his feelings. Venetia started squeezing his testicles firmly. "Any more of this silliness and I'll be forced to get quite rough…." said Venetia "….let her in at once you filthy little animal!" With that Sam gave up the fight. He had lost. His very essence had been bared to these cruel vixens. His anus opened up and Cordelia's finger finally went in. Cordelia looked over to the other ladies victorious. She rolled her cruel finger around in Sam's rectum on a long drawn out search for his prostrate gland. She soon found it and rubbed it gently making Sam's penis twitch rhythmically, the foreskin had stretched back of its own accord exposing the big angry purple glans to the air. Greta was impressed, so impressed that she almost considered keeping him. Cordelia's incessant rubbing caused Sam to desire more depth, he was being sodomised in front of his wife and he had no choice other than to enjoy it. He moved his bottom backwards and forwards, his anus was suckling on Cordelia's finger like a baby on its mother's teat. Cordelia nodded to Venetia, she knew he was close to ejaculating. Venetia reached into her pocket and produced a 50 ml clear sample cup and positioned it under the crown of Sam's penis. "We'll need a nice big load of cum for further examination" Venetia cooed "let's just see if those big cum tanks of yours are of any use to us, I think it's time to give up your thick, creamy spend for us!" "This disgusting creature is second's away, GET READY…." Cordelia drawled Sam was frantic his bottom battered backwards and forwards, his tight sphincter felt every irregularity of her finger especially her wide knuckle, he was now desperate to cum, he had lost all rationality and control, his mouth was wide open and saliva seeped copiously out of the corner and dropped out in long strands, pooling on the wooden floor. He looked up at Venetia, his face was bright red and perspiring, she smiled back at him knowing that it was only a matter of time before he gave up his vile load. He could not believe that he was this close to letting loose a big cum without any actual physical contact with his reproductive organ "Come on you bastard! Hurry up and empty your foul seed into my cup, you dirty pig! "Said Venetia "…..GET SET…." Cordelia cried Greta was now in raptures. She had never seen a male abused in such a humiliating way; she wanted the experience to last for ever. Having witnessed the spectacle before her she was sure that her next male would have some good times ahead of him. She got down to Venetia and Cordiela's level once more and looked Sam directly in the eyes "Ignore the fucking cup, you filthy beast!..." Greta then shouted "Do it now! Squirt your filthy muck all over the fucking floor you big vile bastard!" Those were the words that sent Sam over the edge. His anus spasmed viciously and contracted violently on Cordelia's finger, almost breaking it. He pushed backwards as far as he could, to get as much depth as possible. His prostrate gland swelled spasmed and almost burst apart under the relentless pressure. He threw his head backwards and upwards, saliva was thrown backwards all over Cordelia's face and hair. He let out a loud almost painful animal-like growl. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh……. Fuuuccckkkiiinnnggg Helllllllllll!" he bellowed "….GO!...." shouted Cordelia "….He's fucking cumming! Quick Venetia! Catch this bastard's disgusting mess!" But Venetia was far from ready, she tried desperately to grab hold of and control the angry organ but was too slow. It kicked and reared upwards towards her, and she fell backwards onto her plump behind trying to avoid the first volley of ejaculate. "Fuck it! It's loose" Venetia exclaimed The big organ then withdrew into Sam's pubic bone then pushed outwards and at the same time a monstrous 'rope' of seed belched out of the tip, flew through the air and landed with a loud audible 'splat' on the floor at Venetia's feet. Greta looked on in absolute wonder as a second huge volley of Sam's spend arced through the air, and landed on Venetia's calf. "Ugh! He got me" she wailed, desperately trying to avoid the next delivery By now Sam was squealing like a stuck pig, as gob after gob of creamy white pearlescent semen few through the air soaking the floor in front of him. "Aiiiiiieeeee, Arghhhhhh, Mercy, Pleeaaaaaasse!" He cried Venetia knew she had to get some of the ejaculate into the cup. She crawled on all fours through the pond of spunk and grabbed hold of the organ which was now a deep indigo colour with all its effort. She directed the crown into her sample cup and watched it intensely as the peehole contracted forcing out the dregs of cum from his crimson bollocks. She managed to collect the last three gobs of Sam's precious liquid. She examined it, it was almost clear. She thought it better to have the last and freshest part of his 'cum' than the stale, thick rich stuff at the beginning and was pleased he had yielded for such a long time Cordelia continued rubbing mercilessly at Sam's very sexual essence, she knew he had nothing left in his big testicles now and warned Venetia accordingly. "He'll only be 'dry cumming'….." she stated "….we've drained this animal's reproductive system of everything" Sam's bellowing finally subsided. His trembling hands and legs gave up the ghost and he fell on his belly into the big lake of cum on the floor. Cordelia's finger followed his decent, giving him a few final slow circular rubs to which he had no chance of responding. Finally she withdrew her finger. It left his anus with a loud sucking noise. Cordelia examined her finger and as she suspected it was covered in Sam's excrement. She knew it was not worth chastising him for that though, the poor bastard had no choice but to lose control of his bodily functions under such a relentless onslaught. Instead she brought the finger around to his mouth and said simply "Lick it clean!" Sam obeyed; he didn't care what they did to him now. He knew that this was just the beginning of years of more and more humiliation. He wept openly in front of them as they smiled and commented on his exhibition. "Look at the state of my skirt and stockings, he's ruined them!" claimed Venetia. "Not to worry, they served their purpose, they can always be replaced. It was all in a good cause." replied Cordelia. After Sam had cleaned her finger, she removed the disposable gloves and plopped them in the pedal bin. Sam was instructed to clean up the pool of ejaculate with a cloth before being allowed to retire to his room. When he was gone, Greta addressed the pair eagerly. "Is he any use then?" she inquired. "I could lie and tell you otherwise in order to scam you, but I am so confidant that we will make huge amount of money of him that I am prepared to give you a very fair offer. How does £10,000 sound?" stated Venetia "That sounds superb, much as it pains me to lose him after that display he's yours!" said Greta "Indeed he is!" drawled Cordelia "He is without a doubt the best 'cummer' I have ever seen, I am unsure as to where too fit him in the farm, still we will decide such matters in due course. Bring him in after the weekend and we'll have the money ready. Perhaps you'd like a guided tour of our facility as well, it is very very interesting." "That would be delightful" Greta replied "see you on Monday morning. With that the ladies left. Sam had of course been listening, tears streamed down his face. He felt lost and desolate; his anus ached, just to remind him of the complete degradation he had just endured.... 2022 The Farm Ch. 02 "Time to rise and shine sleepy head! We'll be late if we're not careful" mused Greta. It was Monday morning. Sam woke slowly, his eyes gradually adjusted to the cold winter morning sun, he glanced at the bedroom clock and immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was 8.30, in an hour he would be no longer with his beloved wife Greta. He started to reminisce. His last weekend at the marital home had been wonderful. Greta had been so nice to him she had allowed him his favourite meal on Saturday evening, and had allowed him to sleep in her bed last night, the first time in 3 years. It was just her way of giving him a final, loving goodbye. There had been no sexual contact, his penis had of course grown very large in the night, but he would never have been allowed to use it on her, it was forbidden by law for a male to engage in sexual intercourse with a female nowadays, unless a special licence was obtained. This was all designed to keep both males and females in strict check, and not to taint the population with any unwanted bastards. Babies resulting from natural childbirth were susceptible to all sorts of diseases and deformities that just didn't occur as a result of the revolutionary artificial methods. A terrible system of penalties had been introduced which applied only to males as they were always assumed to be the perpetrators on account that they would have done the 'penetrating' so to speak. Any males discovered having had intercourse would be castrated that very day without appeal, and immediately sent to one of the huge GM food processing farms to labour until they died. It was very cruel, but in 16 years amazingly only one instance of unlicensed intercourse had been recorded in the United Kingdom. The Government had realised very quickly that males needed severe deterrents if they were to be kept as the inferior sex. The castration was a chemical one. A huge dose of Sodium Hypo chlorite (household bleach) was injected directly into the perineum this immediately caused sterility, and over the subsequent 7 days the testicles whitened, hardened and died, eventually turning to a white powder and crumbling to nothing. Penalties were imposed on females that had conspired. But these took the form of financial ones in the most severe cases. The thought of this had immediately filled Sam's head whenever he had thoughts of entering his wife. His eyes had now adjusted to the light, his wife was naked, just out of the shower, pearls of water still adhered to her curvaceous body as she rubbed herself dry. She was humming a tune to herself, it was not distinguishable, but to Sam it was beautiful. He gazed longingly at her and as she wiped her secret areas, his penis started to stir once more, ending up as a thumping erection, but still encased in his genital cover. "Poor Sam..." chuckled Greta when she saw the state he was in "...all revved up with nowhere to go!" . He lowered his head in abject shame, yet again "Maybe I should keep you after all?" she quipped. Sam looked up hopefully like a dog being promised a biscuit, but saw in her eyes that she was only teasing him. "Sam you silly billy, come here and show me your devoted love one last time" she purred. Sam scuttled over to her on all fours and kissed her bare feet, smelling the sweet scented oils that she had trickled over them . He looked up "Please may I speak Mistress?" he asked "You may" Greta replied. "Is there any way I can stay here Mistress Greta, I am so frightened of what will become of me at The Farm, I have been sick to my stomach all weekend thinking about it." Greta looked into Sam's eyes and smiled "You are being very silly again. I had decided to sell you well before those nice ladies inspected you. You are old and I want a better more athletic male to be my companion. The Farm is where you are going and when I leave you there It will not bother me one jot what they do to you, you are nothing but a £10,000 payday to me any more Sam, with the money you bring I will take a young male, probably a Negro, I hear they are the ultimate companion nowadays." She continued "I do not know what goes on at The Farm. I, like you, have only heard rumours, I heard once that they let the males have proper sexual intercourse with paying women, surely that would be to your liking? Anyway I will find out the various things that may happen to you on my tour today, Venetia and Cordelia were so kind to offer." Sam reared up in a rage at the verbal assault, tears filling his eyes. "You bitch! I love you for God's sake!" he screamed. Greta was too quick, she stepped back and simultaneously kicked out, catching Sam full between his legs, he went down to ground like a sack of potatoes, his stomach knotting up instantly. Greta followed up as she had been trained to, stamping hard on Sam's throat, crushing his airway. "You bastard! How dare you! You have spoiled our lovely final weekend, the sooner that you are gone the better"! She immediately collared him, and pulled hard using it as you would use the choke chain on a difficult dog. Sam gagged and croaked begging her to stop, but she held firm. "Right! We're going!" she snapped "before I get so vexed that I damage my investment". She ripped off his genital cover, exposing him completely. He was as naked as when he entered the world, as Greta opened the door and marched him out of the house. A twenty minute brisk walk and they arrived at The Farm. It was very cold, Sam's knees were grazed, and he was out of breath. His scrotum had retreated well into his body for warmth, making him look boyish. The tall green clad buildings reared up only too quickly. A large grey sign revealed "The Farm's" full official title "Government Facility No. XY0099". Two female security guards a blonde and a redhead manned the only gated entrance. They were both over 6 feet tall, very muscular and carried a small arms and vicious looking dog whips. "Good Morning, could we have your name please?" said the blonde. Her tone surprised Greta, she expected such an imposing woman to be very short . "Miss Greta Green" she replied "I have brought my male for sale as instructed". The blonde looked down at Sam sneering at the seemingly pathetic specimen, she couldn't believe the company were actually buying this animal, he looked well past his sell by date. "The blonde went quietly back to the security hut and picked up the phone, after about 30 seconds she returned smiling "Yes, Miss Green, they are expecting you and your animal. Follow the Orange line to the Reception Zone, Mistress Venetia will be there to meet you and start processing your male. Sam's ears burned in shame, he was terrified, 'processing'? what did it mean, it sounded very frightening indeed. He felt like it was his first day at school again. They walked onward, all the time Greta was making Sam aware of the consequences of letting her down, she kept on at him terrified that he would make some faux pas that lost her the sale. As they approached the building the Reception area came into view. It was an Orange fronted Building with two large glass sliding doors. Outside they were Orange marked spaces for visiting coaches and cars. Venetia was just inside , and greeted them as they entered. "You're here! splendid, didn't change your mind then?" "Definitely not! Especially after the morning I have had with him" Greta replied. "Oh? Problems?" Venetia quizzed. "Oh the usual bullshit, how he wants to stay with me, how he loves me, threatened me physically at one point, but I put paid to that, hence the choke chain...ha ha" "Well greet the lady! Chop chop!" Greta commanded impatiently. Venetia stopped her immediately explaining that males had no contact at all with females unless specifically commanded to do so, and charming as it was a greeting were an unnecessary waste of time. Sam waited to be commanded again. Venetia came down to his level addressed him with the basic rules: "Now you have impressed me with you talent so far even though you are an older male, so I'll give you the talk, listen and digest, there are a lot of very impatient ladies here, mostly we are fair, but if commands aren't followed then you will find yourself at a distinct disadvantage....and you will be punished.... 1.Listen to and Obey all Female Facility Workers at all times 2.If you wish to speak raise your right hand until you are prompted 3.Contact with any Female Facility Worker if strictly forbidden ....Those are the basic rules for around the facility, mostly though you will be instructed what to do by your Handler who you will treat with the utmost respect, right lets get on, let's get him to the Reception desk and fill in the transfer papers." With that Sam was lead to the desk where a very pretty young secretary waited with the papers, pen at the ready. She looked at Sam with utter disgust, almost grunting as he approached. "Madam please sign here and here" she said marking the form. Greta looked down at Sam, nostalgia filled her head, all the nice times they had together as man and wife would be lost forever after she had made her mark. "You can still change your mind" whispered Venetia. "He's yours" Replied Greta "I hope you treat him well, he has been a very good male for me" "Don't worry, if he continues to perform like he did the other day, he will be treated fairly , now here's the £10,000, I hope you spend it wisely, any thoughts on what you'll be doing with it?" Venetia inquired. "Oh yes I hope to buy a Negro for my very own, they are all the fashion nowadays. I want one with a nice big dick and balls" "A wise investment, £10,000 will buy you a bloody good one, in fact we have some fine Negroes here at The Farm, you can have a look at our extensive stock on your way round, they make fantastic bed servants, and they put on a fine show when entertaining" Venetia chuckled Sam looked at his mistress one last time. She crouched to his level, and kissed his forehead "Goodbye Sam, show these ladies how good you can be, make me proud" she whispered. Sam burst into tears, the young secretary sneered as Venetia took his leash, he kissed Greta's feet again and again, Venetia pulled him off sharply "Come now Sam, no more crying, you must act like a man, this behaviour will not be tolerated, it's time to get you assessed" "Call Mistress Myrtle, let her know that her animal is ready for Phase 1". The call was made, and within 5 minutes a an electronically locked steel security door opened. "Another one for you Myrtle, take him away he's ours." Sam looked up at the new figure in the room. She was short about 5' 3", with bright red hair, her face was very homely and had an experienced look about it, but she did have friendly eyes. What surprised Sam was that she must have been in her late 50's or even early 60's. She wore a white Laboratory coat, pure white stockings and very sensible black shoes, as she approached he could smell the cheap perfume on her. He was just about to move forward to kiss her feet, when he remembered the basic rules, and held back. Mistress Myrtle took hold of the leash, and commanded Sam to follow, they went through the door Sam looked back and took a last look and Greta. She didn't look back but stood counting her money. The corridor was white, and brightly lit and very cold, Sam was naked and very frightened, it was fear of the unknown, after quite some time, winding up and down silent corridors, they eventually arrived at a door . It was labelled "Phase 1 Processing". They entered. Inside against one wall, was a line of cubicles. Each had shower head in it and a porcelain shower tray in the bottom. A large inverted bottle was fixed to the wall and from it hung a rubber pipe which terminated in a ribbed stainless steel shaft. Another very young girl sat at a desk the far end of the room, she was probably only a teenager, she was tapping studiously on a computer. There were laboratory benches behind her, with all manner of glassware, sinks and even an oven. "Come on Poppy time to do another one, he's just in. Venetia thinks he's a bit special, this one, but we'll see. " "Cubicle No.3 is clean Mistress Myrtle, we can do him in there" Sam was now frantic with worry, he raised his hand. "Yes?" said Myrtle. "Please Mistress Myrtle, what is going to happen to me? Will it hurt?" "Sam, you are to be 'processed'. I won't tell you it is going to be pleasant but it won't hurt. The first part of Phase 1 processing is to completely evacuate you. This will involve ensuring all your bodily fluids are removed, so that you are as cleansed inside and out as you could ever be. You will become a perfectly sterile male. Mistress Poppy here will assist with your evacuation, you will do exactly as she says. Sam was lead into the cubicle. His leash was removed and put into a plastic bag. Mistress Poppy positioned him into the centre of the cubicle. At the four corners of the shower tray there were stainless steel wrist and ankle restraints. Sam was fixed in on all fours. He felt very exposed his legs were quite far apart exposing his anus. His big scrotum hung like an bag underneath him, and swung rhythmically with any movement he made. "He's quite old isn't he?" said Poppy "and his balls are very big, I bet they contain a good load" "I spoke to Cordelia yesterday, she assessed him at the owners home. She told me that he was one of the most voluminous cummers she had seen, apparently he soaked Venetia's legs with his sticky filth, what a sight that must have been. "Well you won't be doing that to either of us Mister, all what we get out of you will go down the drain." Myrlte approached Sam with a brown bag and suddenly threw white powder over him, in 3 or 4 four short bursts. The de-lousing powder sting Sam's eyes., they reddened and tears streamed form the yet again. Sam looked through his streaming eyes and raised his hand again. "Yes!" said Myrtle. "I need the toilet please Mistress Myrtle" Sam asked. Myrtle and Poppy looked at each other and laughed out loud. "You silly man, just piss where you are, there are no toilets for males in this facility." Sam was surprised, he didn't want to urinate in front of these two ladies, but he was desperate, as the cold weather had taken it's toll. Resigned to this he, started to relax his muscles. Along thick stream of urine gushed out into the shower tray, and flowed copiously down the drain. Sam grunted with each push of his bladder. "What a flow" said Poppy. "Yes, it's a shame that we're not interested in his piss, isn't it?" said Myrtle Poppy agreed and went over to the bottle and apparatus that were fixed to the wall. Poppy took the steel shaft from its bracket and unfurled the tube. Sam looked back over his shoulder. Poppy took a large pot from the shelf and dipped the shaft in it. As it emerged a long string of jelly hung and dripped off the end of it back into the pot "Nooooo! Mistress Poppy, please don't!" Myrtle sternly came toward him . "Now Sam let Poppy do her job, it's not a nice one at the best of times, so please don't make it any more difficult. Any more noise and we will be forced to gag you." Her experienced, friendly voice and perfumed smell calmed him again, she stroked his head , running her fingers through his hair, she nodded to Poppy, who brought the shaft close to Sam's secret hole. It touched the sensitive skin around his entrance. He jerked as it touched, it was icy cold on his puckered skin. "Push it in!" she commanded "Let's get on" Myrtle held onto Sam's shoulders steadying him, preventing him moving forward and away from the vile intruder. With a final shove, Poppy broke Sam's anus apart and drove the jelly covered phallus inwards. As it entered the excess jelly collected and dripped with a loud splat onto the porcelain. The steel intruder was now in position, about four inches deep. "Ugh, disgusting, I always hate that bit" said Poppy "I wish there was an easier way to get those things in." Myrtle retreated now that Sam had been primed. Poppy went over to the laboratory oven and returned seconds later with a large flask of thick liquid. She held it up to the light. There was about 2 litres of it and it looked very much like custard. "Now Sam this is a special mixture of our very own, it will cleanse inside your bowels, and ensure we get rid of all that nastiness that has built up over the years inside you. If you are good and do not struggle, it will all be over soon. With that she nodded to Poppy, who started to pour the contents slowly into the inverted bottle, another 2 litres was obtained from the oven and then another 2. Sam was now very frightened. He had no idea how this might feel, and fretted constantly. After emptying the last flask into the jar , she looked over to Myrtle. "Open the valve!" she commanded "fill him up!" Poppy did as she was told and Sam saw the liquid slowly flow down the clear tube. He felt the steel shaft first get quite warm then, he felt the 'custard' spill out of the tip, into his rectum, it was warm and felt very soothing. The ladies retreated to the desk to fill out some paperwork. Sam felt more violated than ever, they didn't see him as a human any more and decided this was the moment to exhibit one last act of defiance. He contracted and relaxed his sphincter, and managed to gradually work it downwards and outwards, he got it to a position where it was only an inch inside him, then with a loud grunt and one monumental squeeze of his stomach muscles forced it clear from his body. It broke free, and dangled in the air. The tip was pointing downwards, all the time the 'custard' poured from it. It swung in the air, dripping the disgusting mixture all over Sam's legs, thighs and then dripped onto the floor with a series of loud splats. Poppy looked over at him. "Fuck It! The little bastard has shat it out! Look!" "Quick! Get over there! We're wasting all that stuff! Grab it and shove it back in, and make sure it stays in this time!" shouted Myrtle. Poppy ran over grapping a dog whip off the table. She brought it down violently on Sam's back. He screamed out loudly "You bastard, how dare you waste our mixture, do you know how much it costs?" She caught hold of the slippery shaft, dipped it in the jelly pot again and unceremoniously jammed it back into Sam's leaking anus. Sam howled out again trying desperately to resist, but his sphincter was no match for Poppy's vicious shove. "Shout all you want you fucker! You're getting the fucking lot now!" "Poppy! We've never put 6 litres in a human before, he'll burst!" said Myrlte. "Then we'll have to do it slowly and carefully, and take his mind of it somehow, these males always take a bit more when they are distracted" Myrtle knew what she meant and went over to the door. She hung a sign "Testing in Progress" on the outside and locked it. Myrtle moved over toward the cubicle. She positioned herself next to Poppy who had slowed the flow of custard down to a mere trickle. Myrtle put on a latex glove and dipped her hand in the jelly pot. Then she brought it under the tube between Sam's legs touching his big ball-bag with her wrist on the way past. She wrapped the slippery hand around his reproductive organ. She knew this was wrong but was intrigued, she never usually got to play with the animals in this way, but she justified this act in her mind as being a necessary means to an end, and no-one would ever know, he would be fully recovered and replenished by the time he was given to his Handler. And of course all the evidence will be going down the drain. Sam's dick thickened to her touch and he started to shunt his pelvis backwards and forwards in her fist. "Good boy, clever boy, that's it forget about the nasty thing in your bottom, let Mistress Myrtle make you feel nice." 2022 The Farm Ch. 02 About 15 minutes passed by. " That's 2 litres he's taken, he's doing well" whispered Poppy "I'd better slow down a bit, or he'll drop his slop too early" said Myrtle. She slowed down until it was taking about 15 seconds to complete each stroke, just enough to keep Sam's balls simmering, but not enough to bring him to the boil. Sam whimpered and grunted, he could fell his colon filling up it was uncomfortable but the pumping of his dick was keeping any desire to defecate at bay. After another 15 minutes of this Sam could feel, the custard sloshing around inside him as he shunted. Poppy had released 4 litres into him. Both the ladies looked at each other with eyebrows raised. " I think he'll take it all, no danger" said Myrtle "Amazing!" Sam was now groaning out loud for release. " Gnnnnnn! Urrrrrrgh! Please finish me off Mistress Myrtle, please stop Mistress Poppy" "No Sam! Keep going another litre and you have taken more of this muck inside you than any other animal we've evacuated, you'll be the best ever! Keep going.....I will make you ejaculate when you have emptied Poppy's bottle! "Wow! That's it 5 litres he's done it, that's unbelievable" said Myrlte "Let's go for a record" said Poppy. "Just a little more Sam, you big clever boy....just a little more custard for Mistress Poppy....and I will pump your big hard pecker very fast and hard and you will spray sticky spunk all over your shower tray like the big strong man that you are!" Sam struggled with his restraints, he was in great pain. His stomach was cramping unbearably, his bottom was trying to expel the steel intruder, but Poppy held it firmly in place. He pushed and pushed but there was no quarter given by Poppy. She looked down at the shaft. The pressure was finally getting too much for her and she saw the yellow liquid forcing its way past the shaft and leaking out down Sam's thighs. "5.4 litres he must have the digestive system of a fucking Baboon! He's going to blow Myrtle!, I'm stopping the flow right now. With that Myrtle moved her hand up and down very quickly. Sam's mind was torn he was desperate to cum but the urge to expel his bowels was unbearable too. Myrtle could see his dilemma, "It's time to show us what you can do, time to give Mistress Myrtle and Mistress Poppy the contents of your big manly testicles. " She knew that when he came Poppy would pull out the steel shaft and send him over the edge, as it rubbed past his prostrate Poppy was finally ready she had disconnected the tube from the shaft, and had a good hold of it with her tight fist. Myrtle looked at Sam's face, he had sweat up like a stallion, his hair was soaking wet with the heat and intensity of what was being done to him. He looked at her pleading with tears in this eyes, she smiled and knew her next words would give Sam the final push over the edge. She didn't want to deliver them, she wanted Sam's pain and pleasure to last and last. Finally Poppy broke her trance "Say it, for god's sake!.....He'll rupture if you don't say it now! Myrtle leant forward, her fist pumping, and whispered in Sam's ear "Come for me Sam, disgrace yourself, imagine filling my welcoming old womb with your foul seed....do it!" That was it, Sam lurched forward and let out the loudest growl, his cries were almost strangled, his arms lifted up wards as far as the chains would let them. Myrtle let go of his dick. And pushed herself back well out of the way, she landed sitting against the wall "Pull it out, Poppy! Now! She squealed. Poppy tugged on the shaft, it gave in easily and flew out of Sam's anus at speed. Sam's puckered muscle tightened immediately after it left. Poppy slipped as she pulled backwards, she landed with a thud sitting immediately behind Sam, her legs came to rest underneath Sam's tummy. She looked upwards and saw Sam's anus beginning to open, with her directly in the firing line "Oh God!" she cried "Please No!" she tried to scramble away but the residues of clear jelly on the floor prevented her moving freely, and she just slipped and stayed where she was. Myrtle could see her distress, she reached for the dog whip, and brought it down hard on Sam's back again to try and stop the ejaculation that would result in his anus giving up the contents of his bowels. "Don't you dare burst you filthy beast," she screamed It was of course too late. Sam could not do anything to stop it. He screamed at the top of his voice again and again "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, for fucks sake I'm cuuuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnng!!!" he growled Sam's dick kicked, bucked and then finally burst, throwing the contents of his huge testicles all over Poppy's sensible black shoes and white ankle socks as they waggled beneath him. Poppy squealed, outraged at Sam's inability to contain himself. But it was just beginning. Poppy's eyes fixed on Sam's bottom once again, she was powerless to stop it. His sphincter opened up, and then finally it happened. Sam let out a satisfied groan, he didn't care that she was there, he had to defecate, he had to get rid of the belly busting load inside him. He forced it out as fast as he could. The 'custard" belched from his bottom in a continuous flow, it flew about a two feet with a loud 'glop!'. It landed on the side of Poppy's struggling body, and as she turned to see the filthy mess it landed on her tummy and chest, with a loud splash. "Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh! Get it off me! It's disgusting! Please get it off me!" she screamed loudly Myrtle lay down the dog whip defeated, she looked on as Sam's spasms finally stopped and he dropped lying face down in his own filth as it drained away. Poppy was frantic . She threw her clothing and cum covered shoes and socks off as fast as she could, the mixture flew everywhere, as she did this. It was on her face and in her hair, but she was beyond caring by now and jumped into the next door shower cubicle turning on the water full blast, rubbing herself down vigorously Myrtle was exhausted, she got to her knees and crawled over to where Sam lay in the cubicle, she could she the cum and custard mixture pooling and draining around him. She leant over him with a smile on her face and whispered in his ear "Now that was a performance! Cordelia was right, you my boy are very special! She got up and left the room almost trance like....leaving Poppy wailing and moaning about the state she was in.... Sam lifted his head briefly but was still shaking with the intensity of what had just happened, tears welled up again. He thought his treatment back at the house was most degrading but this, had made him feel lower than ever. Surely it couldn't get any worse he thought?......Surely?