!DOWN ON THE FARM Part two of three

This story is written as a novel.  It's about a boy who starts a 
new life in everyway.  The story follows his progress during his 
transformation into a permanent boy.

It’s a story of a boy, his two Masters and their relationship and 
his modifications.

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THE MARKING OF PROPERTY:		(Chapter Four)

All manner of things had happened around the property and some time 
has passed by.  We were now playing football and were in between 
the pre-season games and the main round for the season.  The flood 
irrigation lucerne had also been reaped for seed in this time as 
well.
We now had some time so Mike and Steve set about to identify their 
slave property.  The two of them busied themselves down the barn 
making things whilst I was busy doing other things.  They had a 
friend of theirs that they introduced as Andrew come over and help 
them with their project.
Once the finished making their devices they tested them out on some 
leather.  They made some adjustments to them and tried them again.  
When they were satisfied with the results I was called over. Steve 
asked if I belonged to them and I replied, yes Sir you own me!  
That's right we do and like all livestock, we have to identify you 
so no one can pilfer you for there own.  Thank you Sir!  That was 
all I said. 
Steve was looking directly into my eyes as he told me that they 
were going to brand me.  I showed no reaction and simply said, 
let's do it, to him!  Gees I love you Spanky, Steve told me.  They 
took me over to a frame they had set up.  I was positioned where my 
legs were just apart and a rail was adjusted so it was level with 
my shoulders and arms.
My shoulders were then tied to the rail with my arms out in the 
horizontal position, as they wanted my pectorals to site fairly 
normally without too much distortion. My hands and my arms were 
secured along the rail with ropes around my upper chest so I 
couldn't pull my arms or shoulders out.  A second rail was adjusted 
to fit in the small of my back and I was again lashed to it so it 
couldn't move.   
With my legs still slightly apart A rail was adjusted just below my 
butt, my thighs and knees which were then strapped to the rail.  A 
fifth and final rail was put so they could bind my ankles to it so 
I was totally immobilised.  The only thing I could move was my head 
but Steve was going to take care of that himself.
The tools that they had prepared were heated up and made ready.   
The guys decided to do my right-hand side butt cheek first.  Steve 
came around to the front of me and was holding me head and licking 
my face.  He put dildo in my mouth to bite onto and kept on kissing 
me and licking my ear. 
Your so fantastic Steve uttered in my ear.  Suddenly my butt felt 
like it was on fire.  With an intense stinging, come burning 
sensation that lasted for several long seconds.  Sweat poured off 
of my head as Steve continued to hold my head kissing me as my butt 
continued to sting and felt like it was on fire with flames leaping 
all over it.  
I thought I must have bitten the dildo in half as I fought the urge 
to cry out, but I didn't.  I just panted wildly for some time.   
Mike patted me on the shoulder and said, good boy Spanky.  Both 
Mike and Steve then commented at my enormous bouncing hard on that 
I had.  Look our little boy he's so turned by this, what a boy 
we've got here, they said to Andrew who is an experienced brander.  
He sure love's it doesn’t he Andrew replied. 
A large two and a half-inch Omega symbol with a "T" in the centre 
of it now adorns the focal point of my right butt cheek.  It sits 
right in the middle of the summit of my large well-rounded melon 
butt that I am so proud of.  I will never be able to hide my 
branding as it was expertly placed for all to see.
The dildo was removed and I was given some strong cordial to drink 
for both the fluid and sugar content to help me recover and the 
sock factor. Plus they wanted me together ready for the second 
brand that they wanted to do in this session.  I was left bound to 
the frame whilst they got their second branding iron heated up and 
ready to go.
This time I could see what they were doing which had me a little 
uneasy.  However Steve went behind me and held my head by tilting 
it backwards so all I could see was the roof of the barn.  Steve 
was fantastic at diverting my attention to what was about to happen.
Steve slipped the rubbery dildo back into my mouth.  As I was 
bitting down on the dildo to keep it in place when I felt the bite 
of the brand.  It melted into the flesh of my right hand pectoral 
muscle about an inch or so above my areola with a neat nipple tit 
that protrudes from its heart by five sixteenths of an inch or so.  
It was then that I caught a whiff of burning flesh, my flesh I 
realised.  
Again fluid leaked from my body profusely and Steve said it's 
nearly all over for now, you can relax soon.  A smaller version of 
the Omega symbol and the "T" in the centre of it is now permanently 
imbedded into my muscular torso both back and front for all to see 
and know that I am owned by the Thompson's. 
I was given a large coke to drink.  Steve held up the glass as I 
drank it through a straw.  This is going to hurt some Steve told me 
so I want you to gather yourself and try and get it together and 
then it will be over for today.  They gave me some time as I took 
several deep breaths.  Steve stood in front of me on my left side 
leaving my right hand side open and free to get at.
Andrew was behind me whilst was Mike in front of me.  When I was 
ready both Mike and Andrew rubbed something into both brandings.  I 
almost passed out, as whatever it was stung like a swarm of bees or 
wasps biting every cell of the branded area.  This time tears ran 
out freely from both of my eyes but I just managed not to make a 
sound about the treatment that I had just received.  I love both my 
Masters so much and I didn't want to give into my selfish desires 
at this point.
Five minutes passed when both Mike and Steve began to piss on my 
brandings.  They held their nice big cocks and then changed 
positions so that both of them had then pissed on both brands.  The 
one at the front had to stand on a box to make sure they got my 
pectoral properly.  The intense biting feeling subsided as they 
pissed on me.  
I was released from my bonds but felt weak in the knees so both 
Mike and Steve held me up to move around.  Mike told me that he was 
so proud of me.  They both said that I was the best thing to come 
into their lives and they reinforced their love, care, support and 
protection for me in every way.  They took me back up to the house 
after I was hosed down with cool water.  Andrew packed up in the 
barn and followed us up to the house.
They put me in our recreation room with some plastic sheeting 
covered in old cotton sheets on a foam mattress for me.  They both 
picked me up and lay me down on the bed they had prepared for me on 
my left-hand side.  I was given a pillow to rest my head on and the 
Hi Fi unit was turned on with some nice music playing.
By the time Andrew came into the house I had relaxed quiet a bit.  
Andrew gave the guys some tables to give me, which they did along 
with some antibiotics.  I was soon asleep as Andrew gave them 
further instructions in caring for me through the healing stage.  
He left them with some creams and more antibiotics to help prevent 
infections from setting in. 
I was also given zinc, vitamin C and other vitamins and minerals to 
help with the healing process.  Andrew came over a couple of times 
to make sure things were proceeding well.  The brands themselves 
were raised and very red and as they healed they went down a little 
and turned a dark reddish colour.  It took two and a bit months to 
fully heal but they were fine after six weeks.
My brands are raised just above the skin a moron colour and very 
clear and sharp.  It was then the guys' let me go back to the 
football club.  They guys got me some white nylon rugby shorts that 
were fairly easy to see through and once they got damp you could 
easily see the brand on my butt.  
Most of the men at the footy club all fumbled as they tried to get 
a look at my ass as we trained.  In the showers after there was 
much commotion about my two brandings and how clear they were.  I 
was the centre of attention not to mention I was their mascot.  The 
first game of the season was this coming weekend and everyone 
wanted to know if the three of us would be present.
Steve told them we would and the Coach told us that I was 
registered as a player as well as the team mascot.  The Coach gave 
me a club jumper without sleaves and said my white shorts were 
perfect.  Mike and Steve took me down the street to get a new pair 
of footy boots.  They bought me a bright green pair with yellow 
trim to match the club colours and we went back home after tea at 
the club that night.
The weekend soon came around and we were heading back into town for 
the Saturday afternoon football match.  There was a meeting in the 
clubrooms before the team took the field.  I ran out leading the 
team through the banner on the field and there was an announcement 
for the club's new mascot.  We did a lap and I then went and sat by 
the Coach whilst the rest took their places on the field and the 
game got under way.  Every time we scored a coal or got a point I 
would jump up and down waving the club flag.
It was a close game and in the last quarter the score was even and 
our forward who gets most of our goals was injured.  The Coach told 
me; well he's your chance for that first appearance as a player.  I 
took the position on the field the announcers told everyone that I 
was the tam mascot and this was the first time I had played for the 
team.  I was quiet small in comparison to the rest on the field and 
by fair the youngest.
The game resumed.  We were into the last minute of the game and 
suddenly I had the ball in my hands not fair out from the Goal 
Square.  I lined up the goals as my opponent jumped up and down 
waving his hands around in front of me.  The Coach was on his feet 
never thinking I would get the ball at this crucial point in the 
game.   With great care I started my short run and kicked the ball 
for all I was worth.
The ball was now on its way and there was no more I could do.  The 
goal umpire watched the ball fly over his zone and the crowed went 
wild as he indicated a goal putting us in front.  My team members 
were also cheering and those near me were rubbing my head and 
patting my butt in encouragement.
With the ball back in the centre and the umpire about to bounce the 
ball up there was much tension in the air.  Up it went and it was 
on for young and old the ball got kicked several time but just as 
the other team looked like they had it going their way to level the 
score again the final siren sounded and we had won the game.  
The team rushed over and hosted me above their shoulders as the 
hero of the game and paraded me around the grounds.  Our team 
supporters where all cheering and dancing around waving the club 
flags in celebration.  My brand mark was very clear through my damp 
sweaty shorts but no one cared I was the boy of the moment and 
enjoying it.
Back in the clubroom the team sang our victory song.  I was put in 
the middle of the floor and the team all pissed on me which was 
part of their rituals of winning a game.  Even the straight ones on 
the team didn't hesitate.  I was soaked in piss as their mascot.  
Steve told me they would have all spanked my butt if we had loose.  
I wasn't complaining either way as we hit the showers.
Mike and Steve were so proud of me that they couldn't wait to get 
me home so they could both screw me silly.  As Mike drove home both 
of them had a hand down in my shorts playing with a ball each.  As 
they massaged it and squeezed it I blew a load into my white 
shorts.  
They didn't stop applying more pressure as they rolled my nuts 
between their fingers and by the time we got home I had shot three 
full loads into my shorts.  I was soaked in my own cum; I sat in a 
puddle of my own boy juices on the vinyl seat.  My shorts were wet 
through both back and front.  I cleaned the seat up once we were 
home.
When I finally got inside the guys had their workhorse set up.  I 
had put my shorts and footy jumper in the wash.  So as soon as I 
was with them they had me bound to the workhorse with my legs and 
arms tied to the legs of it.  My butt was left for all to get at.  
Whilst my cock and balls hung defencelessly exposed between my legs 
for any one to get at as well.
Steve mounted me first and pumped away as my cock bounced against 
the wooden rail I was bent over.  As Steve worked away screwing my 
brains out, he slapped my ass like he was riding a horse for the 
largest sakes in a horse race.  The sounds he made almost confirmed 
that too.
I could feel my balls stirring again and as Steve blasted off 
within me Mike gave my balls a huge punch and I too blew a loaded 
into the air.  Steve slumped over me hot and panting like he was 
going into cardiac arrest.  I could still feel his slight eruptions 
pushing more cream into my boy pussy.
Once Steve got off me Mike waisted no time lubricating up his 
massive donkey dick before whacking it deep in my boy twat.    
Mike's cock didn't hurt pushing it in now as my butt had become 
acquainted to accommodating it.  He too waisted no time in 
attempting to relieve his built up sexual desires.  Both my ass 
cheeks were hot and red from the spanking they both gave me as they 
road me and got more and more excited and turned on as the pressure 
and climax built deep within them.
Mike screamed oh fuck, oh fuck as he tried to hold on just that 
little bit longer.  But he was lost in his volatile crescendo.  I 
felt my tonsils move and the ground shake as he blasted shot after 
immense shot of hot sticky steamy cum into the centre of my being.  
Steve brought his fists smashing into my balls from the front of 
me.  Consequently he wore the results of my cock braking into spasm 
again and releasing its eruptions into his face.  Steve's face was 
drenched in my boy cum and he laugh as it dripped off and 
splattered onto the ground.
Mike retorted, well that should have got our boy pregnant.    Steve 
agreed with Mike's pronouncement and untied me and we all hit the 
showers for some frolicking before going off to bed.  It had been a 
fulfilling day for all of us in more ways than one.


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WORK TIME / CATTLE AND SHEEP:		(Chapter Five)

Between the third and fourth terms in the football season there was 
a three-week break because of the workloads on most property with 
mustering cattle and shearing the sheep. We also hired a cook come 
housekeeper as things were going extremely well and we would be 
having lots of workers around the pace to feed.  If it worked out 
he would stay on to look after us even in the quieter times as 
well.  
Laurance got the job as cook; he would be in his mid thirties.  
He's six foot tall with average looks with black hair.  He's gay 
but a bit strange in many ways but knows his job and dose it very 
well.  Mike and Steve introduced him to me told him and that I was 
called Spanky.   
They informed Laurance that I was their brother and that I was 
categorically out of bounds sexually.  I would be his boss giving 
him his orders for the each day.  That he had to sort things out 
with me and not run to them if he had a problem with the house and 
food side of things.
During this time Steve fitted some weights to my balls.  They were 
chromed steel collars that came in two parts and were held together 
with special screws.  He put three of these on to start with and 
every day he would cheek to see if he could get another one on.  He 
wanted to stretch my ball bag to the maximum.  When we played footy 
Steve would take the stretchers off my balls so I didn't hurt 
myself.
Two different work crews came onto the property; Nigel had been 
made foreman and would be looking after the crew that was doing the 
cattle mustering.   Whilst Mike and Steve would go between them and 
the Shearers.  The Shearers were basically a team of guys who 
worked as a contracting team and needed little supervision.
Bradley and James had just recently put this new shearing team 
together.  Apparently Mike and Steve went to school with them and 
that's why they were hired.  However there was still a lot of 
rivalry between Brad and James as to who was the best and fastest 
shearer between them.  Especially when it came to who headed and 
ran the outfit.
So Brad and James decided that they would have a competition 
between them in our shed and it would run for the entire contract.  
The one at the end who had sheared the most sheep properly would 
win.  They decided to do it over the entire flock so no one would 
have a one-day advantage, it had to be a sustained endurance test.  
The two of them agreed to the terms.
However whilst the one who won would end up the chief of the team 
James wanted to make it more interesting to spur them on and really 
make it worth their while.  James suggested that the loser bet his 
largest testicle and thus become a "One Baller".  Which is the name 
given to a ram that isn't ringed properly when they are castrating 
the rams when they are lambs turning them into wethers.  James also 
put it that the winner pick the largest ball on the looser and that 
no pain killers would be used either.
Brad said to James are you sure your prepared to loose a nut as 
you’re the one who wanks the most and all ways wants to be sucked 
off, because I am game if you are.  The deal was struck in Mike and 
Steve's presents and it was now on for young and old as it were.  
There was no going back on their word now; they were both locked 
into it as it were.
Things got more than interesting as the shearing got under way.  
Mike and Steve said that they would be keeping the tally and the 
looser would not be able to back out at the last minute.  Shearing 
would take a couple of weeks because of the size of our flocks we 
carried on both properties.
The crew out mustering the cattle was mainly younger guys in there 
mid to early twenties, which still made me the youngest one on the 
property.  These guys weren't shy of some skylarking whilst they 
worked either.  There was much talk at the evening meal when 
everyone was together.  They musterers took a cut lunch because 
they were working so far out at this stage.  However later when 
they had the cattle close to home they would be in for lunch.
We used a helicopter to help with the muster as well as motor bikes 
and horses.  The pilot was a character and a half himself.  The 
boys would carry on most nights especially when the musterers heard 
about the competition between Brad and James.  Amongst the 
cattlemen it became known that they were after Jewels the youngest 
one amongst them and he was always playing with himself both day 
and night.
Most nights both crews would have shooting contest to see who could 
shoot their load the quickest.  The last one to cum had to eat all 
the cum off the plate with a cracker biscuit on it.  The lads were 
keeping score but it wasn't well known what would happen to the 
ultimate looser at the end of the two weeks they were running the 
battle for.
It was hard keeping up with all that was going on around the place 
with all the different dares and challenges that was going on.  I 
myself had another two collars added to the three I started with 
and my balls were now hanging six inches below my butt when looking 
from behind.  I enjoyed the weight as my nuts slapped against my 
thighs each time I moved.
The shearers were really getting into the battle between Brad and 
James.  The lead had changed a couple of times and there was much 
jubilation between the followers of the current winner.  It was 
becoming clear that more of the shearers are behind Brad rather 
than James.  Their support was being rewarded as Brad slowly moved 
ahead of James.
Mike wanted both Brad and James to keep their crotches shaved.  
That included their pubic bush along with their cock and balls.  
Brad suggested that they both make it so their crotches would be 
permanently smooth and hairless.  James agreed as well.
So Mike obliged them and they were both shaved down.  The special 
permanent hair removing gel was used on both of them.  They had to 
keep their legs apart whilst the gel did its job.  They were warmed 
up to open their pores and once cleaned off they were both 
permanently hairless.  They could not hide anything in their man 
hairs again down there.
James was a bit smug in many ways and was much harder on the men.  
Where Brad was a natural leader.  The place went quiet one 
afternoon when James challenged Brad who was having a bad day.  
James came back up and moved ahead by two sheep.  However James' 
fortune didn't last long as Brad had a run of tough sheep that day 
but the next day surged away in front again.
As the shearers were nearing the end and the musterers were getting 
the last of the cattle into the stockyards near home base the 
excitement amongst them grew.  The cattle crew would be with us 
long after the shearers had finished.  So the challenge between 
both groups in the shooting comp was drawing to a close.  Tom one 
of cattlemen was coming in last and he had lost every night so far. 
Nothing had changed over the next few days.  Brad was way in front 
of James and Tom had lost twice more when both challenges were 
drawn to a close.  Ethan the Veterinary Surgeon was called out to 
help with the new animals.  The workers got everything ready over 
in the barn.  We have a special room where the vet works when he 
comes out to the property.
Ethan arrived just on teatime and joined us for the meal.  Steve 
had Ethan look me over straight after tea.  He was impressed with 
my cock and balls and thought I was one cute dude and he said so.  
Mike and Steve had a long talk with him whilst things were cleaned 
up and we all moved down to the barn.
James was extraordinarily quiet realising that he was the one who 
suggested they put their biggest ball on the line and it was now 
his ball that was going to get the chop.  Once in the barn he was 
ordered to strip off and had to shower in the stall with everyone 
watching.  His pubic bush and crotch was smooth from before.  It 
would remain that way for the rest of his life along with Brad; it 
would be easy to see which one of them had one nut missing.  
Besides Brad and James were and item anyhow but now Brad would be 
the dominant one.
The guys quickly tied James to the table with his legs fixed and 
bound to the stirrups.  Brad was called over to select which of 
James' balls was to be removed.  He had a good feel around not that 
he hadn't done it before.  Brad said I think I will have his right 
nut removed.  Ethan waisted no time in covering James' mid section 
with antiseptic solution.
Once Ethan was ready he picked up a new scalpel and made his first 
cut into James' right hand side ball bag.  James groaned in pain, 
as part of the deal for this one was to feel it coming out as part 
of the price the looser had to pay.  Ethan cut through several 
layers of the ball sack.  
It wasn't long before Ethan had James' right ball hanging out side 
of the sack for all to see after he released it from its home 
within the sack.  The ball and its cord were pulled out as far as 
it would come.  Ethan then sutured the cords that connected his nut 
to his body that allowed nutrients and feeling to flow to his nut, 
not to mention the duct that carried his seed to his injector.  
Then the scalpel was handed to Brad to cut the cords and released 
the exposed ball from James' body once and for all.  It was held 
high to the cheers of everyone.  Brad handed the severed ball back 
to Ethan who injected it before putting it in some preserving fluid 
so it could be kept as a constant reminder for James and a trophy 
for Brad.
Ethan sewed up the opening of the now half depleted ball sack and 
treated the wound.  James was untied and Brad helped him over to a 
chair so they could watch Tom being neutered.  James was still 
quiet and rested his head on Brad's shoulder to watch the rest of 
the proceedings.
Tom was brought in as the table was being cleaned.  Ethan got out 
new supplies.  It was young Jewels who helped Tom to the table and 
bound him to it.  Jewels has a nice butt a bit like mine with two 
nice well rounded melons even thou his aren’t quiet as big as mine 
in relation to his body size.
Several injections were inserted around Tom's ball bag and given 
some time to take effect before Ethan continued.  Ethan had Jewels 
help him by holding the sack up.  Taking a new knife Ethan began by 
cutting into the sack not far from where it was attached to his 
body.  
Ethan carefully cut around Tom's sack liberating the bottom section 
completely.  A few cuts were made inside the sack and both Tom's 
balls flopped out and hung between his legs.  Ethan then continued 
to cut around the sack where it connected to Tom's cock.  He cut 
all superfluous skin away so that when he had finished it would all 
be tight and smooth like he had never had a scrotum or balls in his 
life.
Tom lay there and asked if he was now a eunuch?  Ethan said not 
just yet your balls are still attached but you have no ball bag, 
it's gone.  Tom was glad he wasn't in pain at this point.  Ethan 
tied off the cords before disconnecting the lifeline to his 
precious balls that once made him a whole man.
With everything ready Ethan then separated his left nut from its 
cords with a quick flick of the blade.  We all heard his left nut 
as it hit the kidney dish below him.  That's one gone Ethan told 
him.  Whilst Tom was coming to grips with loosing one of his balls 
the second one was severed from it attachment line.
As Tom heard his last remaining ball go plop in the dish below 
him.  Tom then said I have to be a useless, powerless male, you 
know, less than a man now don't I Doc?  That's it Ethan told him!  
Why do you ask?  Because I have wanted to be a eunuch for years 
now, my balls never did work properly!  When and if I ever shoot it 
was just a dribble any way.
Ethan continued to sew up the area stretching the skin over the 
void where his scrotum and balls once resided.  The finest stitches 
were used that would leave a fine line up the centre where his 
marble bag once lived.  The remaining skin was cut off and wrapped 
around the base of his cock where the loose skin was removed.
Once that was done Tom was bandaged up and some of his team carried 
him off to bed.  He had been given some tranquillisers and some 
antibiotics.  The others helped clean up.  Mike, Steve, Ethan and 
myself went back to the house.  I still had a full hard on and 
Steve made sure it was still up when we got back to the house. 
Both James and Tom healed well by the time the Shearers had 
finished sorting the wool and getting it bailed up ready for 
shipment.  The Shearers left us whilst the last of the cattle work 
was being done.  Tom was only doing light work whilst everything 
settled down.
The guys were now castrating many of the newborn bulls turning them 
into steers.  Young Jewels had a hard on from time to time and his 
crotch in his cream coloured moleskin jeans was wet from either pre 
cum, or cum itself, or piss in his excitement of what he was seeing 
before his eyes.  The guys gave him a hard time of it and every 
time he had a spare moment or two and he thought the others 
couldn't see he would wank himself off.  
Jewels smelt like he was one hell of a spunk rat by day's end.  
What with the amount of cum in his soaked jeans.  Not to mention 
the spunk that was running down his legs  was like a waterfall 
flowing into his boots.  The guys had more calves to do the next 
day so they made young Jewels come to work naked apart from his 
boots and hat.  It wasn't long before he had a raging hard on as 
some calves were ringed and others had their balls cut out.
That afternoon the branding of the calves begun and Jewels was 
still naked.  His task was to heat the irons up for two of the more 
experienced guys.  Again as they were branding the cattle Jewels 
got a hard on which didn't go unnoticed.  His cock was nearly raw 
from all the pulling it got the day before.  But that wasn't 
stopping him giving it a rub every now and then.  He shoots a load 
of spunk into the fire over one of the brands just as he pulled it 
out of the fire.
Jewels passed the brand to one of the guys.  He didn't see some of 
the others come around behind him before they grabbed him and held 
him down.  The one with the brand that Jewels had just cum over 
then applied the brand to Jewels right butt cheek for a few 
seconds.  
Jewels let out a load scream and when they got him up he had still 
maintained his hard on.  The guys were so excited that they all 
started bidding for Jewels to be their sexual boy toy to keep.  I 
was surprised that Jewels never once complained in the process or 
afterward.  It was like he wanted it to happen in many ways but he 
never admitted to it.
By the end of their work Jewels and Tom had teamed up and looked 
after each other.  Jewels was now screwing Tom seeing he didn't 
have the balls to get an erection now.  Mike and Steve signed both 
crews up to come back next year and when we needed them throughout 
the year for the sheep and cattle. 


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MORE MODIFICATIONS:		(Chapter Six)

Life on the property had settled with different contractors 
employed to do various major tasks around the place.  During this 
time Mike and Steve decided to get their mate Dale over.  He 
arrived with a whole load of gear and it was set up in one of the 
back bedrooms at the house.  Not much was said about what Dale 
does, so I just had to wait to see what was going to take place 
next.
After tea I was taken down to Dale's room where I was sat on the 
bed with my legs hanging over the end of it.  Dale said let's start 
by tattooing his dick head.  I just did what they asked but thought 
this could be uncomfortable.  It wasn't long before the tattoo tool 
was buzzing away as he worked for some time on the top section of 
my boy cock.  
Dale kept going and I felt the bee sting of the tattoo tool going 
around the rim of the crown of my dick.  It stung a lot more as he 
slowly moved around the whole thing.  When he turned the tattoo gun 
off I wasn't allowed to get up.  Some cream was rubbed into the 
tattoo site.  
Something was slipped down the eye of my cock.  I felt a slight 
prick on the underside of my dick and Dale played around for a 
little while and then said I could get up.  The guys held a mirror 
up; the first thing that caught my sight was a large shiny ring 
hanging out of the eye of my shaft.  As I moved it rattled, then I 
noticed a green Omega symbol tattooed in the centre of the top of 
the head with the crown also coloured in bright green.
Mike then helped Dale cover it up for the night so the wounds 
didn't make too much of a mess of the bed over night.  The next 
morning I was cleaned up again and after breakfast Dale did some 
more work on me.  By days end I now have a large, thick green 
number seven with a golden chain tattooed on my right butt cheek.  
It was placed on the thigh side of the cheek with the branding on 
the top come rear end surface.  Seven was chosen by both Mike and 
Steve because they said I was the best and seven stands for 
completeness, talented, able, total, ideal, flawless, exact, 
complete, refined, good and that sort of thing.  Both of them told 
me that they saw all those qualities in me and that's what captured 
them the first time they meet me.  They also explained that 
everyone uses number one or three so they wanted to be different so 
seven was it as it suited me right down to the ground in many ways.
A large multi coloured Omega symbol was tattooed around my right 
leg ankle.  Under the symbol in black letters the word "BOY" was 
printed.  My right arm now has a green and yellow Celtic armband 
tattooed around it.  Everything at this stage was on my right hand 
side so I could either sleep on my back or left hand side.
To finish off the day my tongue was pierced and a large ten-gauge 
barbell placed in it.  They also did the septum in my noise in the 
same size.  A retainer in the shape of a "U" was placed in it.  The 
retainer was used so it could be worn up in my noise till it had 
healed completely.  Steve didn't want me to wear a ring hanging out 
of my noise that was still healing whilst the footy season was 
still on.  That way no one could try and pull on it or rip it out 
on the field.
Dale left us the next morning and the guys made sure things healed 
well.  They used the creams and bathed the piercings in antiseptic 
and I had to gargle with some mouthwash several times a day.  My 
speech was slurred for a couple of days and it wasn't long before 
the tattoos and piercings had healed.
Two weeks later Dale came out again and this time he tattooed a 
fancy multi coloured armband on my left arm.  Without notice Dale 
took hold of my cock and started tattooing again.  This time he 
coloured in any flesh not coloured green in a light-purple colour 
on the head of my cock.  He also coloured the first inch of the 
shaft under the head in a dark purple.
On my back down just above my rump he tattooed "SLAVE" in large 
black letters that could not be missed.  I was also fitted with 
nipple rings and a navel ring.  Again Mike and Steve took care of 
all the after care and within five days the tattoos had healed.
We were invited to a function put on by the Mayor in town so Mike 
and Steve said we had better get something for the boy to wear when 
we have to go out.  So the three of us went into town to the men's 
wear store.  We looked around individually for awhile.  I was 
surprised that they had lots of young peoples clothing in bright 
colours not to mention lots of street come punk styles for a 
country town.
Steve called me over and handed me a pair of electric blue coloured 
bid and brace overalls except they were shorts with big pockets and 
key holder loops.  I went and put them on and came back out to 
him.  They were loose and baggy and felt great.  I looked like a 
surfy punk and the straps didn't hide my nipple rings either.  
Mike came over and said he liked them but thought they were a bit 
bright for the function we had to go to.  He found a dark green 
pair with yellow contrasting stitching and said put these on boy.  
I did and came back out and they both said fantastic and it in the 
footy team's colours too.
Both the green and blue pairs were put on the counter.  We better 
get him some tops to wear.  They found some tight sleeveless shiny 
tops in a yellow and another white one.  I tried them on and they 
fit like a second skin and felt great, so they were added to the 
shorts already on the counter.
Now for his feet Steve said.  I was looking at some surfy type 
sandals that have self-sticking Velcro straps.  They were rather 
wild looking and Mike said I could have them seeing I either wore 
boots or nothing at home.  They paid the bill and we went back home.
We all got cleaned up and changed into our cloths to go out and I 
had on my new green overall shorts and yellow shirt with the 
sandals we bought.   The guys wanted to screw me then and there but 
we didn't have time.  So we got going otherwise we would be late.
The Mayor was throwing a civic function recognising all those in 
the community that had given to supporting the different community 
groups that make up the town.  The guys had given heaps to the 
Football Club when it was in financial need.  When we walked in we 
were introduced as the Thompson brothers, Mike, Steve and Spanky.  
A bit posh I said to Steve and he just giggles at me.
Once the formalities were over they had a band and people started 
dancing.  The Mayor's wife who would have been in her early 
thirties came over and said want to dance cutie?  So I obliged her, 
they were doing a waltz and I astonished everyone when they saw I 
could dance.  What they didn't know was I took dancing lessons when 
I was at school and did very well at it.
Mike and Steve danced with a couple of other women but couldn't get 
over how all the girls in the town were lining up for me.  Plus 
they were all impressed how I managed to do all the different 
styles of dances.  When they started some line dancing I hot footed 
it over to Mike and Steve and got them up dancing next to me.
It was a hoot watching the women folk trying to get near us.  The 
guys could see I was really in my element when they were next to me 
and they were more comfortable with me too. By the end of the 
evening I was more than buggered and fell asleep in the car on the 
way home.  I ended up in Steve's lap and he played with my hair and 
ears.
Two weeks later it was the footy grand final and we had made it to 
the finals for the first time in many years.  Mike and Steve took 
my ball weights off just before we drove in for the game.  The 
Coach had used me on the field sparingly during the season and I 
wondered how much I would get used today as we drove into town. We 
gathered in the club dressing room and the Coach was giving us a 
pre match talk and told us how proud he was of us getting this 
fair.  But we had to pull one more out of the bag if we were going 
to win today.
We had played this team twice through the year and had won one and 
lost the other.  Out on the field we did our lap of honour and I 
lead the guys out and around the oval for the warm up lap.  We had 
the advantage of a home game but it was still before us.
Part way through the first quarter the Coach put me on and I 
managed to kick two goals before the other team got physical.  I 
ended up getting hurt when several jumped on me and sunk a few 
punches when I was down.  I was taken off and the trainers made 
sure I was ok and stayed with me till I had my breath back.
The game was in the last quarter when I came back out to sit in the 
dugout with the Coach.  Our supporters went wild whistling and 
cheering when I walked back out.  The Coach was mighty pleased to 
see me back out.  We were a couple of goals in front and the other 
team was getting dirtier.  Our guys kept their cool and 
concentrated on the game. 
With ten minutes to go the Coach put me back on the field with 
instructions to do my best and the team rallied round to make sure 
I didn't get hurt.  I managed to kick another two goals whilst the 
opposition only score one point.  I was a good sprinter and ran 
like hell to keep out of trouble as the supporters were going 
wild.  We were now five goals in front and only a few minutes to go 
so it would be nigh on impossible for the other team to kick that 
amount of goals to catch up and then get in front in the time 
remaining.
I got my final possession of the game and had just kicked the ball 
and it was in the air as the final siren went to end the game.  
Because the kick was made before the siren the ball was still 
active and it went through the goals again putting us six goals in 
front.  We had brought home the winners cup and we all went wild as 
they carried me around our home grounds for all to see.
During the presentation of the cup the guys kept throwing me up in 
the air.  When the champagne came out I ended up getting drowned in 
it as bottle after bottle was poured over me.  There was havoc in 
the showers after with the Coach and the trainers and all the 
support people being thrown in the showers too.
Once we finally appeared all cleaned up the club put on a huge 
barbecue as part of the celebrations.  I had on my green overall 
shorts and yellow top and sandals.  Steve had cut my hair the day 
before and I looked like a young fourteen-year-old in every way.  I 
was having a fantastic time everyone was coming over and talking 
with me and patting my on the head.  I was me usual bubbly self 
clowning around and having a good time.
Mike and Steve were never very fair away especially once it got 
dark.  I was busting for a leak and headed off to the outside 
toilets to relive myself before I wet my shorts.  I was half way 
through my piss when I heard some others coming in.  It was three 
guys from the opposition team that hadn't headed back with the rest 
of their team.
The three of them started to taunt me and give me a hard time.  
Fortunately by now I had finished pissing and had my cock back in 
my shorts when one of them grabbed me and pushed me across the 
floor getting my cloths all dirty and pissy.  I screamed out fuck 
off!  Just as they were trying to get me again I called out a 
second time fuck off you bastards and leave me alone.  
However they were not backing off, I felt a little scared as I was 
no fighter but I would try to defend myself as best I could.  
Luckily the Coach heard me yelling out and came over with a couple 
of our guys to my defence.  One of the rival boys hit me in the 
face as the Coach walked in.  All hell broke loose and it was on 
for young and old.
I was still picking myself off the floor when Mike and Steve came 
in and it wasn't pretty then.  I had blood coming out my mouth and 
a bit groggy so Steve came and got me and Mike got stuck into a 
couple of the bastards that had attacked me.  The rest of the 
members of our team got them out and gave them a real hiding before 
calling the cops.
Mind you I was still upset when the police came.  When the police 
saw me and then the size of the guys that hit me they were not 
impressed because they had hit on a young boy, or so they thought.  
After a statement was given I didn't want to go back to the party 
that was moving inside the clubrooms because I was so dirty and 
smelly now.
Steve said to the Coach, Spanky is really fussy about his looks and 
cleanliness never a thing out of place.  So the Coach and Steve 
took me back to the Coaches place.  I had a shower but I was 
devastated that my shorts were ripped and my shirt was so badly 
stained that the guys had brought me.
Whilst I was in the shower the Coach contacted his mate who owned 
the men's wear shop who was down at the club.  He came over and 
found out what clothing I had and went and got some new ones from 
his shop and gave them to me.  I thanked him and he said anytime 
lad, you’re a hero around here boy so it a pleasure.
Steve gave me a long hug and helped me get myself back together 
before we headed back to the club.  He also made sure my mouth 
wasn't bleeding or any damage to my jaw before we all went back.  
The Coach said I'd have my wife clean and mend your old cloths for 
you and get them back to you.  Steve and I both thanked him for 
everything.
On entering the clubrooms I was given a mighty cheer, as I was 
their favourite and the champion of the hour.  Mike came over and 
gave me a hug and asked if I was all right.  I replied, yes 
thanks!  We had a really good night after that with dancing and 
partying on after all the formalities were over.
By the time we arrived home I was asleep on Steve's shoulder so 
Mike carried me in and the two of them refitted the ball weights.  
I was rolled over and both of them rooted me silly whilst I lament 
in pure ecstasy.   Both of them did me twice before we all feel 
asleep in a twisted mangle of arms, legs, floppy balls and cocks on 
the bed in Mike's room. 
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To Be Continued…………………….