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The Taken       Chapter Twenty  Five


The afternoon went on, without a lot of attention to  the two brothers. An 
occasional onlooker would stop by and lean on the fence; to  observe the two, 
slumbering away in the shelter.

One of the guests,  who was accompanied by Tito, also visited the pasture 
area. They just looked on  with blank expressions on their faces, as they made 
quiet small  talk.

As the gathering at the pool began to wind down, more and  more voices were 
heard heading towards the pasture. One by one, two by two, the  guests bellied 
up to the railing to gaze upon the two human figures. It wasn't  long before 
the naked workers were pulling the 'dormtoy', by his nose ring,  towards the 
fence.  From his ears to his toes, you could see the little red  marks where 
clothespins once had been in place on the suffering  body.

Ray and Aldo, along with their father and 'momma', made their  grand 
entrance. They were followed, close behind, by the four male servants and  the two 
female attendants for the old 'hag'. Thankfully the females were covered  up in 
all the right places. 'Momma' didn't want any of the guests thinking that  
these women were there for a round of 'entertainment'.

"Gentlemen",  Ray said with a shit eating grin, "It appears that everyone is 
getting along  nicely and our family is appreciative of your paying us a 
visit. It's always  good, at times, to mix business with pleasure and from what 
we've seen today,  that today was one of those days."

Aldo and his father exchanged a  few words, before Aldo opened the gate.

In a swift stepping manner,  Aldo went over and woke the two sleeping 
beauties.

Aldo had Jeremy  take Justin behind the shelter and clean out both of their 
insides. As normal  Jeremy did Justin harshly, and then himself; having Justin 
tongue dry his love  tunnel entrance. The grease and plugs were similarly  
reinserted.

The enemas didn't go un-noticed. The two first guests  were once again 
observing the process, not withstanding seeing and hearing the  pleading from 
Justin, for his brother not to be so rough with him. One guest  smiled as the other 
could barely look on without showing  distain.

Jeremy was the first to proceed out front, to the guests,  master and his two 
sons. With his blinders on, he could only see directly in  front of himself, 
and was not aware of the magnitude of onlookers. Justin  followed directly 
behind, just as a good mare should.

Justin became  quite nervous, seeing all the males at the fence. Some of 
their faces were  locked, looking and laughing at him and his brother. He knew 
what he had to do,  although not totally 'broken' yet where it would eventually 
become a natural  instinct.

Ray was standing at the end of Justins' 'sawhorse', so  without prodding or 
prompting Justin feebly moved into position. Wolf whistles  and cat calls 
abound as the guest got a first hand view of his plug, tail and  swollen 'anal 
lips'. 

Ray took out a small diameter rope, and  attached it to Justins' nose ring, 
under the sawhorse and body and the loose end  was attached to his Prince 
Albert ring. Ray pulled on the rope so tight, that  Justin let out a yelp. The nose 
piercing wasn't fully healed, nor was it any  comfort to pull on his dick 
with the balls now attached to the top of it. Justin  was in no way shape or form 
going to be able to free himself from this position  or the forthcoming 
torture and abuse.

Justin felt the buttplug  being ripped from his ass. As before, he was made 
to lap the grease off of it,  before the plug was placed on the ground directly 
under his chin. He thought for  a brief moment that Jeremy was going to have 
to perform his anal assault, but  Justin was in for a bitter surprise.

Jeremy was being led to one of  the other wooden devices, and made to place 
his legs either side of a plank of  wood, which was slanted downward, head 
first. This left Jeremys' ass with an  upwards angle of some degree.

Jeremys' tail gently, slowly, swayed  in the light breeze which continued to 
filter across the open pasture. He was  bound by his limbs, so that he too was 
trapped without means of eluding his  tormentors.

The 'dormtoy' was brought in and his ankles and wrists  were attached to 
ropes on the ground, as he lay there face up. Ray, grasping a  wooden handle, 
began to crank the body upwards, lifting the 'dormtoy' off the  ground about 
thirty inches.

All three human forms were now,  motionless and silent; each in his own 
world. A world that a slave would only be  privy to.  

By now most all of the men were commenting on the  three slaves. Some of the 
comments would turn your stomach if you had been there  to hear them. All of 
the workers had raging erections and most, not all, of the  guest were in a 
similar situation, as Ray began to address the  group.

Ray informed the group that all three of the slaves were now  positioned for 
their use and self fulfilling pleasures. Furthermore, Ray  informed them of 
any and all things that they could not do to the slaves. This  was probably the 
kindest Ray had been towards the slaves since their arrival and  
transformations began.

The workers began acting like a pack of  starving dogs, but knew that the 
guests had first 'crack' at the boys and the  'dormtoy'.

The guests needed a little prodding from amongst  themselves, and of course 
'momma', before they slowly disrobed and proceeded to  avail themselves of the 
six holes bidding their attention.

There  was ample fucking and sucking going on. When some guests had tired of 
the  slaves, they simply aimed the cocks onto or into the slave and let loose 
a  torrential stream of hot piss. "Momma" seemed most pleased with this as she 
 vocalized her approval.

The onslaught of pain and pleasure  continued as the workers made quick work 
of ravaging the three bound bodies.  "Momma" added a little flair to the 
excitement at hand, by tossing a whip into  the midst of the workers.

Understanding her approval and her  delight, each of the slaves was severely 
whipped on most ever inch of available  skin visible. The shrills, shrieks and 
crying continued for some time after the  whippings had ceased. 

Tito entered, and with him he brought warm  water, soap and a strong 
disinfectant which contained a numbing agent. He tended  to the 'dormtoy' first, then 
set about taking care of Jeremy and finally Justin,  who needed the most 
tending too.

The workers, released the  'dormtoy' from his bindings as a large roar of 
applause erupted from the workers  and "momma".

Jeremy was the next to be released but not until his  tail had be pushed back 
in, holding within him the copious amounts of  manseed.

Justin was still being cleaned up, as Jeremy crawled  properly to him. Justin 
was in a state of delirium, but recognized his brother.  Tito was still 
swabbing the blood away from the mares' asshole, as Jeremy rose  up on his knees 
and offered his ringed cock to Justin. Justin carefully took it  all into his 
mouth, his gag reflex long since overcome. Justin could feel  Jeremys' Prince 
Albert rubbing the inner parts of his mouth. Justin was in no  condition to 
perform any manner of oral sex on the cock, so he just held in  firmly and 
lovingly in his mouth, as Jeremy let loose of his bladder and filled  Justins' belly 
with golden nectar. 

Tito knowing the discomfort  Justin must have been in, reached beneath the 
slave and released the clamp on  the plumbing, in order for Justins' bladder to 
likewise drain. It seemed like an  'endless' stream of urine, but finally it 
dwindled down to just drops. Tito left  the catheter unclamped during the 
remainder of his time with  Justin.

There wasn't a word said, but most of the guest and workers  began to filter 
their way back to either the pool or the dormitory. All appeared  satisfied, 
sexually, that they had had enough for the time being.  

The 'dormtoy', however, was left behind; to freely roam within the  confines 
of the pasture.

"You know, Jeremy, that all the punishment  and abuse your 'mare' went 
through, I would think you could have been a bit more  understanding and not have 
forced yourself on him. After all, my little  butterfly here has taken so much 
and so many up into his body that most males  would of passed out or died from 
the pain. If I were you, I'd be finding some  way to make it up to him." Tito 
said in his normal calming tone of voice. "Your  brother has been fisted so 
much that his opening has been ripped and is  bleeding. The lips are beginning 
to swell, and all you can think about is  getting his mouth around your dick . 
You should be ashamed of yourself. Perhaps  I'll find a way to encourage some 
humanity in you."

Jeremy said  nothing, but kept his eyes focused on his brothers head and 
mouth. He never  contemplated removing his cock from Justins' mouth until, from 
behind him the  'dormtoy' pulled him backwards, landing once again on his 
buttplug; causing him  to yelp.

With the sun waning, and being almost finished with  Justin, Tito began 
gathering up his supplies; hoping for a little more time with  all three slaves.

The ointment Tito used on the slaves was doing a  great job of deadening the 
pain and discomfort. The 'dormtoy' finally sat down  on the soft grass, 
leaning up against the frame that once held his body. Jeremy  was sitting in front 
of and to the side of Justins face, finally showing signs  of exhaustion.
Tito removed the bindings from Justin and gently eased the  'mare' off of the 
wooden sawhorse.

As Tito began to get Justin to  the ground, he noticed that one guest had 
returned to the fence railing.  

"You need help with them?" questioned the man.

"No  thanks, I've about got it all under control. But thanks for asking 
anyway. These  men have certainly had a rough day to say the least." Tito  replied.

"Yes, I couldn't help but notice how brave they all were.  I'm not sure if 
you noticed, but I wasn't among those who did any of this. Man  sex is not in my 
life style. And, for me, personally I don't see what they get  out of 
inflicting pain and suffering on another human being for simply no reason  at all." 
Said the man. I hope your little 'butterflies' will be ok without any  lasting 
mental of physical damage." 

Tito listened intently, to the  man. Word for word was being digested in his 
brain and thought  process.

When he turned to say something to the man, the space was  empty. Tito looked 
the entire length of the fence rails but the man had vanished  into the 
twilight of the day.

"Butterflies" clamored Tito….. How  did he know….who is he… and why is he 
here. Tito went into defense mode as he  tried to put the puzzle pieces together 
silently, without showing alarm to any  of the three boys.

Tito instructed all three slaves to the fact,  they all three would be 
spending the remainder of the day and night together. It  was intended that way, to 
give them ample time to rest and recuperate. As Tito  was leaving the gated 
area, three servants came with the evening meals.. Two  bowls for the brothers 
and one plate of decent food for the  'dormtoy'.

For the last hours, the who, the where, the why, the  when, was being tossed 
around by the parents of the 'stallion' and the 'mare'.  They hadn't heard 
anything in over a month, not one word. All they knew was that  they kept sending 
money to an agency who was attempting to locate the two  brothers. The email 
was not traceable, not even to 'dads' inner sanctum. No one  had the right 
answer; some not even a single suggestion. Had the agency found  them, had the 
agency subcontracted the job out? If only they could have at least  one answer.

The three slave boys finished eating as the bright  night light once again 
became the obvious.

There was no need for a  late night enema, nor any 'tom foolery'. All the 
boys lay gently on the bed of  straw, side by side, skin against skin.

"Justin, are you forgetting  something?" questioned Jeremy.

Justin placed his sore, aching mouth  around the flaccid cock and fell fast 
asleep.


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