He looked down at us, our hands and lower legs invisible under the layer of thick mud and pigshit at his feet.“Poor little piggyboys. Gay sex But of course they don’t know you are animals on a farm now. Again, we knew that our actual role of scarecrows was meaningless, not least because the field contained no crops other than mud. To be allowed freedom. We had no privacy left, and no taboos now that we were animals. It was clear that Sean could do as he liked with us now, and there was nothing we could do to prevent his sadistic treatment of our exposed bodies.Finally, Brad slumped to the floor in defeat when Master stopped invading his arse. I need to keep you as my animal. And now he not only possessed total control over us, but he also had the power to take away the one positive in our life.And so started a systematic further reduction in our status. Everything. This was to remind us that even when Master was not using our arse, it nevertheless belonged to him at all times. Of course, it did not take long before Brad’s cock stirred into life and reacted to its freedom.“You have a proper cock Brad.
