Master's Livestock (chpt. 2)

Vee and Alans story continues at the Masters compound. Pony training 
begins.

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While they were waiting for the trainer Vee and Alan talked to their 
cellmates Geena and Renae. Renae, pointing to Alan's banded scrotum, 
said, "I see you've been initiated today. There are no male slaves 
here at all with balls...that is except the dickless wonders over 
there." She motioned to the male breeder's cell. They ignored her 
taunts and continued to play some sort of board game. She crouched to 
get a better look at Alan's crotch, "I find it so amusing to watch 
those silly things dry up and fall off." Alan moved his hand to 
restrict her view feeling a little embarrassed at her comment. 

"Could be worse, pony," one of the male breeders called over from his 
cell. "You could have that band around your cock like I did and then 
be force-fed fertility drugs to increase you desire with no way to 
relieve it. I would be so happy if Master would neuter me so I could 
get some relief." 

"Shut-up stubby," Renae sneered.

"You're just a bitter spoiled-assed little cunt." the breeder 
retorted. "I wouldn't fuck you if I had a ten foot dick."

"Apparently these two have issues," Vee commented to Geena jokingly.

"You noticed, " she replied laughing and went on, "Actually, "Benny", 
used to be Renae's boyfriend, but then he assisted the Master in her 
abduction. Little did he know the Master was just using him and 
planned to double cross him. You see the results. Now his cock is in 
some jar in the Master's gallery."

Alan was starting to notice he couldn't feel his balls at all 
anymore. They started to feel cold when they touched his inner thigh. 
It was obvious they were quite dead. He felt a surge of excitement, 
finally he was free and soon they would only be a memory. Vee sensed 
his elation and gave him a smile and a hug. She cupped his cold, 
lifeless sac in her hand and said, "I can't wait to see what you look 
like without these," she whispered in his ear. "And this," she said 
tugging his limp cock.



After awhile the trainer entered with his assistant, a very striking 
Nubian lady. They were both dressed in red and black riding attire 
and carrying crops. He circled around them for a minute and mumbled, 
"decent stock." His assistant nodded while rubbing her hand on Vee's 
silky ass. The trainer then said, "I am Sir White and this is Lady 
Huett. We'll see to your training, you don't have to be told that you 
must obey every command. You will be broken, so resistance is a waste 
of all our time and will put you through unnecessary pain. 
Understood!" Vee and Alan answered together, "Yes Sir." Sir White 
took Alan by his chain and Lady Huett took Vee by hers. To their 
surprise they were taken to separate stables.



On the way to the stable, Lady Huett made Vee walk in front of her. 
"You're a cute little tart," she commented watching her rear as she 
walked, "I can't wait to break your sweet little ass." She smacked 
Vee loudly on her buttock making her jump. Vee was then led into a 
building labeled "Stable Six". It didn't look at all like a regular 
horse stable; it was more like a small cottage with a two-wheeled 
cart out front.  Inside, it was one room with a padded table in the 
middle and what appeared to be tack hanging on the walls. Lady Huett 
locked the door behind them and instructed Vee to sit upon the table. 
Vee did as ordered and Lady Huett stood back and looked her over for 
a moment. "You are very attractive," she commented as she moved in 
close and got face to face. Vee could feel her hot breath on her lips 
as her trainer spoke in a hushed tone. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes ma'am," Vee whispered.

"Don't call me ma'am. When we are in the company of others you must 
address me as Mistress, and when we are alone you will call me Tess. 
Understood."

"Yes... Tess."

"Very good, pony. Now, have you ever licked pussy before?"

"Only once, Tess. I experimented with a good friend in high school."

"Would you like to lick my pussy?"

Taken off guard by the question, Vee hesitated, "...y-yes..."

Tess laughed, "Good answer, because you have to anyway whether you 
want to or not. Not only do I really enjoy it, but also it's an 
essential part of your training. Anytime we are alone you must 
ask...no... beg to lick my pussy." Then, Tess kissed Vee deeply and 
passionately on the lips, probing her mouth deeply with her tongue. 
When their lips parted Tess queried, "Don't you have something you 
want to ask me, pony?"

"May I please lick your pussy, Tess?"

Tess threw her head back in laughter. "Excellent!" she said, "You're 
a quick study. I think we will get along splendidly." She proceeded 
to pull up a chair and hike up her skirt to reveal her pantiless 
pussy. Vee was quite taken by the fabulous ebony tone of Tess's skin 
and it's incredible softness as she slid herself between her legs. 
Tess had Vee tongue-bathe her twat for a good twenty or so minutes 
before she started to convulse in a shuddering orgasm, squeezing 
Vee's head between her creamy chocolate thighs.



Meanwhile, Alan was being dealt similar treatment in "Stable Two". 
Sir White had Alan kneeling before him giving head as he slapped his 
back with the crop. After quite some time he pulled out of Alan's 
mouth, most unsatisfied in spite of great effort on Alan's part. Sir 
White slapped him on each side of his face with his substantial red 
cock. "You suck at sucking, gelding," he lectured, "you'll get better 
though, I'll see to that." Alan was a little embarrassed at his 
ineptitude. He was not gay and had never even tried to please a man 
before today. Perhaps the Master was just too easy. Sir White, out of 
frustration, roughly bent Alan over the padded table and greased his 
ass with some kind of salve. "Relax now, gelding," he ordered, "this 
will hurt a lot if you don't." Alan tried to stay loose while Sir 
White firmly inserted his full manhood and started to reciprocate 
wildly. Alan could feel Sir White's meaty balls slapping against his 
crotch with each thrust. He could also feel his own, icy, numb, 
nutsac swing about its pinched-off base and wondered if it wouldn't 
fall off right there. It held on, though, as Sir White took a final 
violent thrust and filled Alan's once-virgin fuck hole to the rim. 
Sir White asked Alan, "What do you say now, eunuch?"

Remembering his earlier instructions, Alan replied, "Thank you Sir. 
May I clean you off?"

"Do it," Sir White ordered. Alan obeyed, but felt as if he might get 
sick as he licked Sir White's, now flaccid, cock clean. "Good pony," 
Sir White commented.



"I'm going to give you a run down on how your training will proceed," 
Sir White explained while pacing and twitching his crop. Alan and Vee 
were assembled in front of him in the courtyard, listening intently. 
Lady Huett was standing behind them. Sir White went on, "As ponies 
you must be in superb shape, like a world class athlete. Throughout 
your training you will be conditioned to achieve that level of 
fitness. We will continually step up your conditioning, but at a pace 
that will not cause injury from overtraining. The first several 
months of your training will consist mainly of this fitness 
conditioning. After that you will be trained in etiquette, obedience, 
and presentation. You will learn to obey commands and carry 
yourselves like the finest Arabian horses. You'll learn both verbal 
and manual commands.  Now we have a long way to go with your 
conditioning so lets get started with that." He handed Alan a pair of 
running shoes and Lady Huett gave Vee a pair. Soon they found 
themselves attached to a carousel-like device like the kind used to 
exercise horses. It was constantly rotating at a fast walking pace 
and if they didn't keep up it would pull at their genital piercings. 
There were two other ponies tied to the device, a pair of young Asian 
girls. They appeared to have a different trainer who was standing at 
the fence by Sir White and Lady Huett shouting commands at them. 
After about twenty minutes of this brisk walk around in circles, Sir 
White turned up the speed to a fast jogging pace for a couple of 
turns then shut it down. Vee and Alan were returned to their cell, 
out of breath.



The training continued in that fashion for quite some time, but every 
day the pace and duration of the training was stepped up slightly. 
They were amazed at how well they were fed over this time, but it 
seemed appropriate to keep them healthy during the intense physical 
workouts. After awhile Alan's balls had shrunken a great deal a 
turned very dark. He began to forget about the fact that his balls 
had been elasterated until one day while he was working out on the 
carousel; his balls simply fell off. He didn't really feel anything 
accept they hit his ankle as he jogged. Every trip around he would 
see his pathetic disconnected organs lying in his path and try not to 
step on them. Sir White noticed the event and when training was over 
that day he said, "Pick up your trash gelding."

Alan picked them up and asked, "What shall I do with them Sir?"

"Give them to the grounds keeper for the compost heap," he replied 
nonchalantly.

Alan did as he was told, and, on his way back to the cell, placed 
them in the grounds keepers gloved hand. The grounds keeper promptly 
tossed them in a canvas bag on his cart.



That evening, Alan took the opportunity to examine his sacless 
crotch. Vee eagerly looked with him. "Looking good, " she 
complimented. Alan agreed with her. There was absolutely no pain; 
just a spot where his testicles detached that appeared to need a 
little more healing. He loved feeling the void where his once weighty 
burden hung. "I wonder how long it will be before the Master takes my 
cock," he said.

"I wonder too," Vee said, "I can't wait."

"Don't worry," Geena interrupted, "if I know Master, you won't have 
to wait long at all." Geena had recently given birth, and her breasts 
were still heavy and milk-laden. "He always likes to be expedient 
with the mods so his "merchandise" has time to heal." She added. 

How many males get the mods?" Alan questioned.

"I'd say a good thirty percent of male slaves who come through here 
get their dicks chopped off before being sold. The rest just get the 
standard nut job." she replied. 

Renae interrupted, "Speaking of that, did you see the new additions." 
She gestured towards the male breeders cell.

In the cell were two more young men. One was crying while the others 
ignored him. The other just looked very upset. They both had 
elasterators around their dicks and appeared to have steel catheter 
tubes protruding from their pee holes.

"I guess these two were caught prowling around the property," Geena 
explained, "it turned out they were American reporters. The local 
police, who are on Masters payroll, told their families that they 
were killed by druglords and their bodies could not be found."