I love to be naked. Living in a city and in a condo I don’t get the chance to be naked except inside my home and at an occasional party. One afternoon I was perusing an internet gay hook up site; on the chance I would meet someone near me to play sex games. I haven’t had much luck since signing up a few months previously. Seems people like to chat on line but when it comes to actually meeting they are not serious. Anyway I noticed a fellow who lived in a small town about an hour’s drive from me. He had several of the same interests as I, plus he said he had a farm, very private. This got my attention because I was thinking, hey a farm I could be out and about naked, outside in the fresh air. So I made contact. He and I chatted for several days. We seemed to hit it off and we exchanged phone numbers. After a couple of weeks of getting to know each other we decided to meet.

I was going to his town to have lunch and see if we still liked each other in person. He said it is better to meet in a public place so we would feel safer if things didn’t seem right. Being naïve I hadn’t thought about it but he was very right, so I agreed. We arranged a day and time. The first meeting I had to cancel due to illness, so another day was arranged. I would drive down meet in a town near his town and farm, we would have lunch and chat.

The date arrived and went smoothly. We met, took a takeout lunch to a nearby park and ate and talked. I liked him immediately. He was a big fellow, about six one and 230 lbs. Heavy but not overly fat. Interesting he had a full beard and long gray hair. Myself I am 5’8” and 150 lbs. short hair and no beard. We bonded so I thought.

Pete I will call him, wanted a full time sex slave on his farm. I have had this fantasy to be a sex slave but not full time. I also have always had the fantasy of being treated as a farm animal. We talked and talked about this. He said it was next to impossible to find anyone willing to be full time. I agreed that would be hard for anyone with a family of any kind to just cut off all contact. After much discussion I said I could be his slave for two or three days a week but I wanted him to treat me like an animal. He said he could do this and he thought maybe if I liked it I may want to stay for longer periods. I thought to myself, not likely, more like a few weeks that summer then off to something and someone else. We arranged a date for my first experience and agreed to meet back at the same restaurant.

The day rolled around, I packed little because a farm animal wouldn’t need clothes after all. I drove to the restaurant and waited for Pete to arrive. We met again and took lunch to the same little park as Pete said he was hungry and wanted to eat first. As we ate and talked I found myself getting dizzy. Just about the time I saw someone pull up in a pick-up with a trailer. I must have passed out. I awoke feeling funny and being jerked about because I found myself naked and tied to the walls of a trailer for carrying animals. Hay was on the floor and it was dusty and dirty and subsequently I was covered in dust and dirt. It was then I realized the first of my mistakes. I had no idea where Pete’s farm was, and I did not I know where he really lived. I was in serious trouble. I let my enthusiasm for sex and being naked overcome my common sense.

I don’t know how long we drove because I didn’t know how long I was knocked out. Finally we came to a stop. I heard another vehicle stop near us and then voices. The doors were soon opened and there stood Pete. He asked “how was the trip?” and all I could say was what the hell is going on. Pete said I would know soon enough but I should be pleased. He untied the ropes holding me in the trailer but then tied my hands behind me and put a rope around my neck then led me out of the trailer. Outside I saw my Jeep being pulled into a barn like building. Another man walked from there to us and told Pete he would take his truck and trailer back and bring Pete’s van by later. He also told Pete that that was a real nice new pet he had, looking at me. I was still stunned from the turn of events and just stood there dirty and naked and said nothing.

Pete led me to a real barn behind the house. He left me tied but put me in a stall. Yes he said he had drugged me by dropping something in my drink at lunch. He informed me there was a change in plans and he finally had his full time sex slave except per my wishes I would be kept as an outdoor animal. He preferred an indoor pet but after giving it some thought he felt this might be really fun. He said he picked me because I was so interested and since I didn’t work and only had one sister I wouldn’t be missed. Like an idiot I had told him all my bills were auto pay from checking and my income was direct deposit. All he had to do now was cancel my newspaper and route my mail to a PO Box. Things would go on like I was still around. Things were not looking good for me.

Personally he liked that I had my body lasered and had no body hair. Plus I had no tattoos or piercings. Pete I found was an artist and I was to be his canvas. After telling me these things Pete said he would untie me now but I would remain in the stall which was chain link and could be locked so I had no way to get out. Plus where would I go I had no idea where I was in the first place. Pete poured some water in a bowl and pointed out the blankets on the floor. He said I should get some rest while he started getting things ready for his new pet. With no other alternative I sat down on the blankets and watched him leave.

Later that day he brought me some food, soup and a sandwich. He placed the food in a couple of bowls and slid them under my door. There were no forks or spoons and Pete said I was an animal now eat like one. So I did, I could pick up the sandwich but had to get on my hands and knees to lick up the soup. I don’t know what was in food but I fell asleep right away.

When I awoke I was in the barn but tied to a chair with a table in front of me. Pete had typed out a letter to my sister explaining I was going on a trip to South America to study wild life which there again I had to open my big mouth and in one of our chats had told Pete about my plans to do just that. Therefore my sister would not be surprised I would be out of touch for a while. I first refused to sign such a thing but Pete explained to me he would punish me by banding my balls with an elastrator if I did not. Not wanting the pain and possible harm to my balls, when Pete untied my arm I signed the letter to my sister. He tied me back up. Next he picked up a leather collar and said this was now all the clothes I would ever wear. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it. Next he clipped a leash on it and said lets go for a walk to see your new home my pet. Pete led me around the farm. It was actually nice to be outside and naked. Learning to walk barefoot through grass and gravel and rocks was tough at first but I was quickly getting use to it. I need to pee and said so to Pete. He said what does an animal would do, he just pees. So I did, I just peed whenever I needed to. Kind of a special freedom not to have to worry just let it go. Later in our walk I needed to shit. Pete said so shit when we stop. Pete stopped and said okay do it. Now peeing is one thing but shitting is more private. I did not want to in front of someone. Pete quickly informed me I had no choice. Either I did it out here with him or in my stall alone but then I would have to live with the pile right next to me until he decided to clean my stall which might not be every day. Faced with that choice I decided outside was better, so I squatted down and took a dump while Pete watched. After I was done he petted my head and said “good boy”. I would get used to shitting outside in the field.

Again that evening Pete fed me and again I fell right to sleep. It dawned on me my food was drugged. When I awoke I was in the barn but had a harness around my waist with my hands and arms tied by leather shackles to the band around my waist. I was also laying face down on a table with my ass raised by a bar under me. Pete was behind me and gently massaging my balls and sack. Despite my predicament it felt good and I felt my dick rising. Pete said he was sorry but there was something he needed to do to make a docile and disciplined pet. Then despite his threatening me the day before to get me to sign the letter to my sister, which I did sign. He proceeded to band my balls with an elastrator. It was one of the types that a rubber band like goes around the ball sack and then is ratcheted tight around the sack. God did it hurt as he tightened the band. Once it was tight enough a clip was pinched on to keep it tight. I screamed how could he, did he not know how dangerous this was for humans. How gangrene could set in, how animals and humans were different, how this could kill me. He said he knew but wasn’t worried, for one thing humans usually keep this area covered and hot and sweaty, but I was an animal and would not have clothes and would be in the open air. Plus I could scream all I wanted there was no one near enough to hear me. I cried because I did not want to lose my balls. The pain was awful. This was not part of my fantasy. But it was useless; I was tied up and could not reach my balls, besides there was nothing I could see to cut the band with. I watched helplessly as my balls turned deep red then purple and after several hours of very uncomfortable pain they turned black. I knew then I was doomed to lose my balls and my sack as well. I cried more but there was nothing I could do.

One thing he hadn’t mentioned and had not done anything about was sex. I wasn’t going to bring it up but so far nothing was happening. That would change however.

Pete kept my arms and hands bonded to my waist harness when he was not around so I could not try to remove the band on my balls. When he was with me I was always on a leash and he watched me. The days when by, he had stopped drugging me after those first few days, I think because he could see my will was broken after he banded my balls. After that I willing stood there when he pierced my nipples and put rings in them, that was more painful than the banding. He would sometimes put a chain from one nipple to the other and attached the leash to them. I really had to keep up with him then. My balls ached and had turned from purple to black. There was no pain just an ache. And as the days passed they finally just became numb. Then after I guess about four weeks, Pete was taking me for a walk when I felt something soft hit my foot. I looked down and my balls, black and swollen, had fallen off. The rubber ring fell too just leaving a little nub of skin below my cock. God it was an awful feeling, I was now an eunuch. All I could think about was now I would start changing into a more feminine shape, probably grow breasts and more. I just didn’t know what to think. Pete saw them and laughed. He picked them gave me one last look and threw them near a bunch of birds. The birds quickly checked them out and began pecking and eating them. Pete was right I did not get gangrene or sick, just saddened by my loss. Now Pete said we can really get started with some pet tricks. I don’t know why he wanted me castrated before he started with sex stuff but hey I was just an animal what did I know.

Soon after I was banded I quit getting erections. And by the time my balls had fallen off I started to notice I was getting weaker. I guess it was the effect of no testosterone.

That first day after my balls fell off when we returned to the barn Pete dropped his pants and underwear and sat on a bench. His groin was very hairy and I could barely see his cock and balls. He pulled me over and said lick it and suck. Having no choice I began to lick his groin. His cock started to rise. After I began to lick his cock and balls I realized they were quite large, the hair just hid them. All the hair I thought would be unpleasant but it wasn’t licked it down until it was matted. Not much got in my mouth. As he became erect I was able to start sucking his cock. He moaned and said keep it up. I licked his cock head and sucked it my mouth. Despite my predicament I started to really enjoy sucking his cock. After a few minutes he started to grunt and push more into my mouth. Then he grabbed my head and held it as he squirted his cum in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. Funny I did not feel used or disgusted, I actually enjoy sucking his cock and tasting his cum.

This was my life for several more weeks (guess weeks, I had no clock, no calendar, no time reference). After I was castrated he allowed me a little freer run. Pete would open my stall and let me out in the pasture by myself. I would wander about in the open air, freely pissing and shitting. Maybe from the castration I just didn’t have the same concern about escaping or the fear of being captive.

My body was changing. My cock, I suppose from the lack of erections, was getting much smaller. It wasn’t much more than small nub now. My hips had gotten wider and my chest did seem to resemble breasts, with my nipples getting much larger and more sensitive.

Pete still only had me suck him off once in awhile. After I had been here a time the fellow that drove off that first day returned. He and Pete came to the barn and the fellow looked me over. It is a funny feeling being naked in a cage with clothed people looking you over, zoo like. The fellow told Pete I looked great and could he ride me. Ride me? I didn’t understand what that meant; I was way too small to be ridden. Soon I found myself bent over a saw horse with my ass open. This was what he meant about riding me. Thankfully he used a lube as he entered my ass and literally pounded my ass. Again I was confused because I actually enjoyed being screwed in the ass. He pounded me for several minutes until he came in my ass. I loved it as I felt his hot semen enter me. I was an animal so no concerns about safe sex.

As time when by more fellows would visit Pete and use me. I would enjoy these sessions; it helped me forget I was a captive. I think the lack of balls also helped make me more docile.

Winter was rough. The barn was heated so I was not cold but going outside to pee or shit was very chilly as I was always naked. That was about the only reason I left the barn in the winter. Spring came, and then summer and I was outside most of the time. Pete would hose me down and scrub me every other day or so.

This is my life for two seasons now. I still wish I could get away but then this isn’t so bad. I am naked, fed, taken care of, while I don’t get hard anymore when I am screwed I sometimes feel like I have had an orgasm if the persons cock is large. I just can’t decide losing your balls does change your outlook.

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