Collared by Redneck Twinks Pt. 02

This is part two of a two-part story, part 1 contains chapters 1 to 3. The story contains offensive slang, gay sex, slavery, bondage, physical, verbal and sexual abuse, incest, and submission. If that bothers you, please stop reading here. All characters are aged eighteen or older and consent to all actions taken.

Collared by Redneck Twinks Part 2 (Chapters 4-6)

Chapter 4: Lisa

Laying in his locked crate still tasting Austin's cum behind the gag, his neck and cock locked by a collar and chastity cage, Jason's body ran cold. Memories of his old 'pre fag' life suddenly flooded back. He recognized the voice in the other room talking to Master Austin. She was not supposed to be there, she had left for college, it was the voice of Jason's daughter Lisa.

Jason had no idea how long they had been out there, but he looked down at the floor trying to hide his face when Austin led Lisa into the bedroom strewn with unwashed clothing, the air thick with teen boy funk, the moist scents of, stale sweat, dried cum and used sticky lubricant. Opening the crate Austin roughly dragged Jason out by his collar making him kneel with arms cuffed behind him and face his daughter.

"You see he is here, and perfectly healthy, go ahead check him out there are no cuts or marks that won't fade in a few hours." Helpless Jason watched Lisa circle him, clinically appraising, she did not look concerned about his welfare as much as his value, like a horse for sale.

"Oh, he looks healthy enough, and you say he will do anything you tell him, including signing the divorce papers I brought?" Lisa asked Austin, ignoring her bound and gagged father she had not seen in months.

"He is and he will, seeing him like this doesn't bother you at all?" Austin asked curiously.

"Mom always said he was a useless cunt licker, apparently she has been denying him sex for years and scolding him if he masturbates, I didn't believe he was that useless until the separation started, and I saw him run away from us like a pussy." Lisa paused to look down at him in disgust, and spat on his face, "He is your useless cunt licker now if you get him to sign, I don't care what you do with his share of the money, most of it goes to my mom anyway in this deal but you will get a good payday."

"When I got your text, I was dubious about your intentions, but this really worked out for both of us." said Austin, "You seem to have some pent-up aggression toward my fag, you want to get it out while you're here?"

Lisa smirked looking down at the kneeling man, she did not think of him as her father anymore. Jason was wondering if this was all a ruse or an act, but then she slapped his face hard, open-handed, stinging and spat in his face. "Oh, that did feel good, and you don't mind?" she said looking at Austin ignoring Jason like he was a foot stool nearby.

"He accepts that he is a useless fag now that deserves what he gets, no trust me, I have done much worse, go hard let it out, if you start going too far, I will tell you, but I wouldn't worry about that, he is weak willed, but his body is resilient."

Lisa looked down circling Jason, with a nod Austin checked the cuffs behind his back with a tug before he moved to the wall, a spectator in his own bedroom. Lisa's face was a viral mixture of disgust and hatred that made Jason shrink into himself. Whatever small bit of the old Jason that reemerged from behind fag when he heard Lisa's voice earlier, quickly sank back down leaving only the boy, the submissive, the slave... the fag once again.

The tension rose as she took three slow circles around him, before her next contact. He didn't see the kick coming from behind, but the toe of her leather shoe slammed with force into his ass, pushing him forward, face into the dusty, mucky, and stained carpet. A leather pump was pressed on to his neck pushing him down more as he knelt there in cuffs and caged, helpless under the lithe boy like girl. "Oh, how I dreamed of this, how I dreamed of kicking your ass for being a weak man, now I get to make that a reality!"

The pressure on the back of his neck was almost unbearable as the fibers of the worn carpet and old cigarette ash were ground into his face. Austin almost got up from his seat as she pressed down, but she let go before any damage was done. The relief was short lived as a knee slammed into Jason's ribs, sending him crashing onto his side. Lisa had a wide grin on her face now, a devils mask worn over a Cheshire cat's smile. "Oh, fuck I am so alive rite now!" she growled as the bottom of her shoe pushed Jason over, so that he was lying on his back facing up at her.

"Yes, that's right you old pathetic excuse for a man, it's me your daughter. If even I feel this way about you, just think how the rest of the world sees you, you are lucky to be here, to be with Austin. At least as his slave you are useful for something, that's more then you ever were before!" She finished her sentence while swinging her foot back, Jason saw it coming in slow motion but could do nothing to stop it.

Slam! ... the bridge of her foot crashed into his balls, sending a loud cry of pain muffled by the gag. As the sweat started to bead on her forehead, her body hot, she peeled off her jacket leaving only the black compression athletic tank top as she looked at Austin. He only nodded saying without words she was doing fine and could keep going.

Two more swings and Jason thought his balls were going to be hammered into his body through the cage. His face was streaked with tears, cry's moans and saliva oozed from the gag as she changed positions, dropping to her knees she let one rest on his bruised crotch as she leaned over him. She held his face, spitting again showing fag the unlimited power she had over him. "If I had a cock, I would rape your fag ass rite now! Cunt licker!" The words were said as she ground her knee deep in his raw crotch, and grabbing a nipple, twisting it almost off his skin.

A quiet "Ah-hem" from Austin grabbed her attention, at first, she thought maybe she had gone too far but then she followed the line from his pointing finger. On the shelf of dildos and lube she saw a strap on harness. She didn't think about why this boy had one, she didn't care, two more brutal kicks had Jason face down on the carpet, ass propped up in the air, as she went and grabbed the harness.

"I bet you love getting fucked by all these boys well it's my turn now!" grabbing the largest dildo that would fit in the harness she made him watch as she spread lube, making the rubber surface glisten in the amber room light. Lisa stroked the thick veined cock in front of Jason, taunting him, pausing to smear some excess lube on his face, around the gag.

Austin just smirked sitting by the wall, he didn't want to interrupt Lisa to inform her that actually they focused on mouth training and in fact she was taking his virgin ass. He just smiled and watched someone treat his fag like it deserved. Austin knew he did a good job breaking him, but if there were any remnants of the old Jason lingering, he knew Lisa rough fucking him would pound them out of his fag.

Jason moaned loudly in his gag, his eyes looking at Austin pleading, but was ignored as Lisa lined up behind him. Lisa spread his ass cheeks and spat on his hole before loosening him up with a finger. "You like that faggot! Yes, your ass is gaping ready for this fat rubber cock." Lisa lined up the head of the rubber phallus and without any fanfare or additional preparation she rammed it into Jason.

Jason's yell, even muffled by the gag, shook the walls of the room. Even Austin, who was no anal virgin, winced as he watched her push it in prematurely. But Lisa just smiled wider at the sound as her hips started to thrust. "Oh, fuck this feels so good!" she growled as her pace escalated. Lisa's eyes were glazed; she was drunk on power and vengeance. A lifetime's worth of pent-up anger at her weak cuck of a father was all being concentrated into one visceral moment and she was soaking in every ounce of it.

The sharp sounds of sweaty flesh slapping lubed flesh, rubber hitting raw skin, the jingling chains from the cuffs and the creak of thick leather straps and secured buckles all combined into a symphony of dominance. Lisa's breath grew ragged, her almost masculine, boy-like body was coated in a sheen of sweat as she tossed her head back and growled. Fag felt her legs shudder, her thighs clamping his body in a vice like grip as she shook and orgasmed from the thrusting.

Austin applauded her performance as she finished and gave her a clean towel to shower off. Over the next few days before Lisa went home, Jason regularly put on half a suit for video conferences with lawyers, judges, and notaries. Austin kept his lower half off camera, naked and locked in chastity with ankles cuffed. When it was done not only was he legally divorced, but Austin was empowered as both his court appointed conservator and guardian. The weak ass local judge that was supposed to act in the oversite role was already addicted to secretly sucking Austin's fat cock, and in his pocket. With the Judge willing to look the other way Austin effectively owned Jason.

Chapter 5: Stank Party

Austin, Duke, and a wiry pack of their close twink friends were sitting around a campfire in his yard as the naked caged fag sucked their toes, discussing how to celebrate the change in fag's status. Austin explained to them that the sniffing cock sucker who was making faces as he licked between their rank toes had no rights anymore. "Not only am I getting a massive payout from the divorce settlement, but this faggot is wholly mine now. He can't sign a contract, have a bank account, credit card, or spend even a single cent without my approval. If he leaves the property unchaperoned, I can have that fucking red neck sheriff who hates me haul him back in and it's all totally legal."

Of course, now that Lisa broke his back door seal all the boys wanted to fuck Jason's almost virgin ass. They all agreed Austin would go first but they were debating how to choose who goes next when Duke chimed in. "Fuck it I got it! Do you see how he wrinkles his nose and even gets lite headed when we make him lick between Ryan's stinky toes?" The effeminate teenage Ryan mocked offense, knowing full well how bad his feet stank after running track before Duke continued, "We all go unwashed for as long as we can manage it and the first one to make that worthless faggot pass out with their rank scent alone gets to fuck him first!"

When Austin showed approval at the idea, all the other boys joined in, and it quickly became the plan. Austin looked at his boys before singling out the lean runner Ryan, "I can practically smell you from here, go run a couple laps around the farm while we show my property its new home. Austin stood up and smacked Jason's naked ass hard before clipping a leash to his collar and walking to the barn.

The unkept space smelled like gasoline, grease, and grime. Stalls that hadn't seen a horse in a dozen years were filled with four wheelers, some running, others broken down for parts. Tools and all the associated detritus of a teen with too much money and time. Austin led Jason to one stall that had been cleared out, on the floor was a thin, rough blanket, the bars that made up the low walls of the stall were heavy steel, designed to hold a bucking horse and currently draped with leather straps ending in cuffs. Hanging from the rafters and falling dead center into the stall was a heavy chain that looped through a pulley to an electric winch outside the stall on the wall.

Pulling Jason into the stall Austin clipped his leather collar to the bottom of the chain and untied his hands. "Up," was all he said, and Jason automatically obeyed as Austin clipped his wrist cuffs to the chain high above his head. With a nod to Duke the electric winch whined, and Jason found himself suspended by his arms high above his head, standing on tip toes. "When I am not here you will be in this stall, while any of the boys here can release your arms only, I hold the key to your neck. If lowered the chain will give you enough slack to get around the barn but that's all. But right now, I want to see you stretched out and helpless."

Turning to the boys, "Ok, the barn is open twenty-four seven, if you need your cock sucked or balls licked or anything else just come on in my fag is always ready." Turning to Jason, "how long has it been since your cock was free? I bet your as ripe down there as Ryan but that's a man's smell and you're a worthless faggot, so we need to fix that." Austin took the silver key from his neck and unlocked Jason's chastity cage letting the shriveled flesh feel air for the first time in weeks. "Ok boys supplies are in there, grab a rag or strap while I get the hose."

Jason found himself surrounded by a pack of shirtless teen boys, some in cutoff jeans, others in ragged skater shorts as the chilly water hit his crotch and body. Jason was not in control as his cock grew rapidly standing out from his body to the laughter and jeers of the boys. "Damn that's supposed to be a cock?" "My sisters cock is bigger!" "Hey Austin, I think you over cooked it, because it shrunk." As the insults hurled, some of the boys stepped up with thick haired horse brushes and started to scrub Jason's body harshly.

As his body reacted naturally to the rough scrubbing, the boys with the leather straps started to whip his cock and thighs. "Nah Faggot you don't get to enjoy this," His cock was throbbing, the head wet with water and precum from the strikes. Callused hands, rough brushes, and industrial soap all rubbed into his crack and pits as Austin kept moving the cold stream from the hose around his quivering body. The slick wet boys and their soapy hands refused to stroke his pulsing cock, they only scrubbed or slapped it leaving him constantly on the edge.

Jason had tears in his eyes, his cock throbbing, aching to be properly touched, but the boys kept him on the edge without going over as they scrubbed every last scent from him. His skin was red and raw, wafting with chemical cleanliness, when they all smelled Ryan entering the barn.

Ryan's lean long-distance runners body barely weighed 105 pounds and topped with blond hair and a boyish face he looked younger than his eighteen years. But the reek that he emitted from his unwashed body would make a fish monger retch. All the boys backed up as he approached the hanging body of Austin's pet fag and raised his arm, the warm pits dripping acrid beads of moister onto the floor of the stall. Jason tried to turn his face but, in the chains, it was easy for the smaller boy to grab his hair and press his face deep into the rancid expanse.

"Fuck," Austin said from across the barn, a greasy rag held over his nose, "He is worse then I realized, we may not get a competition boys, little Ryan may be stealing that fag ass right out from under you all now."

Hearing the words only drove Ryan to press harder, forcing Jason's face to rub up and down until his eyes watered and his recently cleaned hair became wet with boy sweat. Lowering Jason to his knees with the electric winch, Ryan dropped his already soaked through shorts and straddled the fag, pressing down with naked tackey boy flesh.

He rubbed that grimy taint and sticky ass crack over Jason's face, fetid cock musk pressed into his mouth and nose. Then Ryan clamped his strong thighs closed. Jason's entire world shrunk to the rancid boy crotch, it was all he could see, all he could breathe or smell. The wet warm and slick legs clamped hard suffocating him with clammy noxious dampness. Suffocating the fag may have been cheating but when Jason's body went limp and the boys cheered no one cared, Ryan had won the contest before it started.

"Someone get the smelling salts for my faggot, and Ryan you sleep outdoors tonight. Tomorrow you and I will break in that near virgin ass and then put it on the block for the rest of the boys."

Chapter 6 -- Fuck him

Bound only by the long chain that kept him confined to the barn, Jason awoke to a throbbing morning wood. Through sense memory and repetition, his body had been trained to expect the familiar ache in his balls as his thickness pressed against the cage, but today, that pressure was gone. His cock was free, pulsing, and tempting an urge for self-pleasure that had long been denied. But something deeper stopped him. Programmed into his mind by weeks of pain and denial was a clear directive to stop. Deep in his core, he knew a fag like him didn't deserve pleasure without Master Austin's permission.

Backlit by dusty motes of the soft morning sun they walked in through the open barn door. Moving hand in hand the beautiful naked bodies of Austin and Ryan looked less like the superior twink masters Jason knew they were and more like angels of domination, ready to destroy their fag. Ryan's body cut a sharp shadow; his narrow frame almost emaciated in appearance from running marathons. Jason could see his ribs and abs in stark relief above his half hard and bouncing cock. The sight hitting before the ripe unwashed boys scents rolled in to assault Jason's nose.

Beside him, Austin moved with a dancer's grace, his lean torso gleaming with a sheen of sweat. His muscles resembled tight, coiled ropes etched to a sharp definition. His muscles were not bulky like Duke. Austin's power was carved into him like he'd been chiseled from a pillar of marble. His smooth, pale torso radiated in the soft light forming a tight V above his thin, boyish hips. The V pointing to the thick meaty base of his large, hairless boy cock, his whole body a map of twink superiority.

Jason dropped to his knees, hands behind his back, eyes down. The response to a twink in his presence had been drilled into him, it was automatic and not done consciously. His cock throbbed with freedom as he looked down at the bare feet of the boys. Ryan's toenails were covered in chipped black nail polish; they were dirty and callused with a rancid funk wafting from the gaps between the toes. Austin's were smooth perfect examples of moisturized boy skin, nails manicured and trimmed, more like an artist rendering of a perfect foot then the real thing.

Bending at his hips, trying to ignore his free cock pressing up into his abs as he did, Jason kissed both of their feet before setting back on his heels and waiting for permission to speak. With a nod of approval from Austin Jason began. "Greetings Master and Ryan, this fag is eager to pleasure you, it knows the conversations that have happened, its body is prepared, it begs you to claim it, to turn this fag body into your personal fuck meat." His honest plea made, Jason was too afraid to see their reaction, fearing rejection, and kept his eyes on the ground as he waited.

Austin smiled, admiring the result of his weeks of effort. Proud of how he transformed that confused divorcing dad that wandered onto his property into this perfect example of a submissive hole eager to please his betters. Now wasn't the time for speeches, the training was done, now it was time to claim the prize he worked so hard to earn. His voice was soft, almost reverent, acknowledging the moment, "Good boy, it is time, get on all fours fag."

Ryan pressed his raw musky crotch against Jason's face as Austin rubbed lubricated fingers up and down the crack of his near virgin ass. The barn was a cathedral to boydom as Ryan lifted his now throbbing cock and pushed his acrid sweaty balls into Jason's mouth. Jason was still absorbing the sour taste when Austin's first finger entered him.

Neither boy was in a rush, they knew their fag's only reason for existing was to serve and pleasure them. After sucking on balls and licking moist mucky taint Jason was finally permitted to suck down on Ryan's long, thin, and hairless cockmeat as Austin had him fully open from behind. Jason's open hole was gaping now, begging for Austin's engorged veiny flesh stick to enter him. Ryan sank his long cock into Jason's now familiar and tight throat; he pushed past the point where before training Jason would have gagged. Simultaneously Austin lined up his thick warm leaking cock head and pushed in.

Jason's mind went blank; he stopped thinking and only reacted. He accepted that he existed only to be used and now for the first time he was being properly and fully utilized. The lack of thought was euphoric, and his unlocked cock was leaking freely below him as Austin started to roll his hips like an erotic dancer on stage, each thrust grinding him in deeper. Jason no longer winced at the harsh rank aromas coming off Ryan's wet tacky body slapping against his nose, instead he inhaled deeper finding himself addicted to the smell. The unwashed body odor didn't disgust him anymore. In fact, now it aroused him, making him want to taste more as he whirled his tongue and lips to pleasure Master Austin's young friend.

Austin's pace was accelerating; the light sheen of sweat changed to salty beads that were rolling down his body and dropping onto Jason with each push. A spank from Austin served as a wordless command and Jason obediently clenched his ass tighter for his Master. The push of the two boys found a rhythm as their cocks reached an erotic synchronicity. The boys were an engine of combustible fuckery, their cocks acting like two flesh pistons each sliding in and out of Jason cylinder like holes.

Ryan's boyish hands closed to fists grabbing Jason's hair as he pressed his cock deep inside the faggot's mouth. He stopped his thrusting, the taste of precum leaking down Jason's throat as he just held there suffocating Jason in cock, musk, and dominance. As Ryan held himself on the edge of exploding, Austin instead sped up. His body rising to a climax. Ryan was choking Jason with his hard throbbing cock. Holding Jason's head steady as Austin's animalistic thrusts continued to split his ass wide open.

Sweat was openly pouring onto Jason's back now as Austin leaned forward, the hot tackey flesh of his chest and abs slick on Jason's back. Austin hugged his body tight as his hips rutted faster like a dog humping a leg. A wet hand suddenly grabbed Jason's cock and started to stroke him as the hips bent and pushed deeper, bottoming out inside Jason. Tears ran down Jason's face as he felt his previously caged cock, free and pulsing with life at Austin's touch.

Grunting loudly now, the usually calm, in control, Master Austin that Jason knew was gone, having been replaced by a big dicked horny, hairless mythical beast. Austin arched his back and just as Jason sprayed the floor below him, Jason felt the flood of Austin's boy cum gushing into his hungry cavity. Austin's body jerked and spasmed as he unloaded wave after wave into his fag's hole before stopping. Time froze as the three boys knelt, a pile of heavy breathing slick wet and raw flesh.

Eventually Austin pulled out, with a loud wet popping noise. A bare foot kicked Jason from all fours onto his back pulling his mouth free of Ryan's cock. Still breathing hard and half feral, Austin didn't use words he just pointed for Ryan to get between Jason's legs as he got the chastity cage off the shelf. With practiced ease he slipped it onto Jason's slick sticky softening cock. The cylindrical key back around the chain on his neck as he stood there and nodded for Ryan to start.

Already on the edge from his time inside Jason's talented mouth, Ryan did not take long. He pushed Jason's legs up into the air bending him in half like a taco shell on its side and thrust into the loosened cum filled hole. A dozen thrusts later, and Ryan added his own thick ropes of cum to Austin's already implanted load. The volume overwhelmed Jason's capacity and spurted out. With a sneer on his face Austin tossed a hand cloth to his caged fag, spat on his face, and left without another word.

After that Jason was open to any of Austin's friends. He lived on his chain in the barn, some days tied down hard others free to wander its limits. He served any of the boys that stopped by from the mundane act of serving them drinks to eagerly satisfying their most invasive sexual demands. But that wasn't Jason anymore that was fag, and each act of service and degradation only made it happier.

Fag had found its place, its purpose, and it was happy.

The End