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Master Fitzroy’s Stables – Charlie’s POV (Patreon Commission)

“Beautiful, simply beautiful,” Master Fitzroy said, as he walked along the length of Charlie’s body, one hand beginning on his rump, rubbing the horse hair backwards until he came to the sudden transition to supple flesh. He couldn’t believe how smooth the blend was–he really would have to find some way to reward Professor Bimmel for his extraordinary work here. Charlie, however, was trying to make sense of what was happening to him, of what had happened to him. He could vaguely remember being taken from his room by several butlers, and dragged to the basement, but then he woke up here, curled up in the stable straw, and his body…it was wrong.

He looked over one hulking shoulder at his hind end, at the horse tail flicking away a few flies at the other end. He hadn’t had a tail before, he knew that. He’d had…different legs. He’d been able to stand on them. But it was fuzzy, everything was fuzzy. His head felt like it had become a swamp, and he had to work so much harder to slog through even simple thoughts, but he’d been different, he knew that. He’d stood up this morning, on his own, on all fours, and he’d tried to stand up more…but he couldn’t bend like that anymore. Master Fitzroy made it look so easy, as he sauntered around in front of him, his hands exploring Charlie’s new body. Master Fitzroy made everything look easy though. Master Fitzroy was amazing–he could do anything, he knew everything, he was the most important man Charlie could imagine. He would know what had happened to him–he had to know. It was hard to get the words out–his mouth was normal, but his head had to fight to get them out, “Sir…what…happened to me? I don’t understand…”

“Shhh,” Master Fitzroy said, and pressed one finger to his lips, “I understand that this must be difficult for you. Your mind is having to do many things that it’s never had to do before. It will get easier for you, I promise.”

“But I was…like you before. And now…now what am I?”

“What are you? Why, you are magnificent! You are my greatest creation to date. You should be filled with pride–why just look at you! You are a first, a marvel, an utter curiosity. Why, men will be lining up for the opportunity to feel that massive horse cock in their holes, don’t you worry. And Mr. Grant–oh, just you wait until Mr’ Grant sees you, then that fucker will get what’s coming to to him.”

Mr. Grant. The name meant something to him, but he didn’t quite know how. Mr. Grant was the name of the man who cared for him, and…and something else too. Something that made his stomach churn a bit, something that made the head of his cock slide from its sheath.

“In fact, speaking of Mr. Grant, I’m certain he will be here soon–I really should greet him. Now stay here, and wait for me to return Charlie, I promise I won’t tarry.”

With that, Master Fitzroy left the room, but Charlie was still thinking of Mr. Grant, and reaching back with one long arm and huge hand to his growing cock. His hand was so big, he could actually wrap it around most of the shaft, and he gave it a few experimental pumps, snorting a few times as he did, eyes rolling at the pleasure. It was like a wave of new sensations crashing over him. He could remember having a cock before, but not like this, nothing like this pleasure in his whole life.

He was startled by the door opening again, and he quickly let go of his cock, returning to all fours. Master Fitzroy walked in, and after him came Mr. Grant–and he recognized him, but the smell of him. It sent shivers through his entire body, it made his heart and cock throb. Fuck him. He had to fuck him. Mr. Grant needed cock–his cock, horse cock, yes, he needed to rip him open, he needed to rip him to shreds, he needed…

His mind was slowing down again, even more this time. Mr. Grant and Master Fitzroy spoke, but he couldn’t quite follow what they were saying. He spoke too, but it felt unreal, like a dream, and he couldn’t quite…hear himself. His experience was shrinking down to his nose, that scent, his heart, his cock, that ass. He saw one of his hands reach out and yank down Mr. Grant’s breeches, he saw that ass, he needed that ass so badly. Mr. Grant fell, he tried to crawl, but then he stopped on his hands and knees, allowing Charlie the opportunity to walk over him, to stoop down and thrust his huge cock towards the hole.

It took them a few tries to successfully couple. Mr. Grant had to shove his ass higher; Charlie had to crouch slightly, but it was worth it, feeling his cock slide into that tight hole. Hearing Mr. Grant scream, hearing the screams turn from agony to joy, feeling his massive cock shove itself deeper and deeper, as deep as he could. Master Fitzroy was taunting Mr. Grant, telling him to take his punishment, and yes, Master was right, he deserved it. He had been bad, very bad, and now he had to be punished, now he had to feel pain. A new smell wafted up to him–cum. Mr. Grant had cum, like a slut, and he began thrusting harder and faster, feeling his own orgasm building. He flooded Mr. Grant’s hole with cum, so much that it pumped back out, dribbling from his old loose hole down onto the dirt, and finally, when he was no longer stiff enough to stay inside, he plodded back on hands and hooves, huffing and sweating with exhaustion, but Master was happy, Master was grinning at him. He had done good, he had done very good, and Mr. Grant, he had enjoyed it too, he could tell. And he knew he would be enjoying Mr. Grant’s old hole many, many times in the future.

The Fall of Troy – Part 6

***WARNING*** Contains mentions of scat and bestiality.

Troy had expected, like before, that he would have no memory of that old life of his, but Leo had no real reason any more to lock them away–after all, Troy had no real desire to go back to his old ways anymore. Trying to describe it to himself, once his father’s eyes had returned to their normal grey, it was like he was trapped on the side of a sheer cliff plunging down into darkness. leo had been leading him down the side all weekend, but only now did he realize his predicament. He was now incapable of climbing the side of the cliff back to where, and who, he’d been, but more importantly, he no longer desired that self. Down there, into the darkness, there was someone down there, someone he could be who was far more interesting, far sexier, far more desirable than anything he’d been before, and he wanted to get there, he wanted to climb down as deep as he could go.

From that moment on, Troy rarely ventured up the stairs into the house proper. As far as his step-mother was concerned, he didn’t even exist. Leo, in an effort to help his son, brought in a number of private tutors he’d contacted online, who were more than happy to help guide his son deeper into the pit. Master Parker, an overly muscled power bottom, helped stretch Troy’s holes, taught him to eliminate his gag reflex, showed him how to take two big arms in his ass at the same time, and just how good a punch fuck could feel. Master Jack, a chubby, grungy trucker, oversaw his development as a true, full service toilet slave. Master Emerson developed his sadism, schooled him in bondage and pain, as well as the proper manners of a pig in his position. Troy eagerly learned everything he could, finding his way down the slope. Before too long, he discovered that the light was disappearing on its own. He could barely recall his old self, and he pushed it away, eager to be away from it.

Of course, he had to make money in order to pay rent. Leo was flexible, but he wasn’t about to have a son in his house who couldn’t pay his fair share. Much of his money, at first, came from renting himself out to private fetish parties, generally as a toilet, or occasionally as a fist hole for a group of tops to brutalize. His camshows gained a devoted viewership as well, watching him degrade himself in his rooms, fuck himself with massive dildos, eat his own shit off a plate. For a certain amount of money, someone could pay him to fulfill a particular fantasy of theirs–some were easier than others, but finding a farmer willing to let a boar fuck his hole in his barn took him and Leo several months of searching.

It was his idea to sell off his skin. For a steep price, including the cost of the tattoo, anyone could buy a patch of his skin and cover it with the tattoo of their choosing. His father actually purchased the first one–which turned out to be a fine business investment of it’s own. He had the name of his cam site tattooed across his forehead–www.fithpigtroy.net–and immediately he saw an increase in subscribers. Some people paid for more traditional tattoos, like the realistic turds tattooed on his cheeks, but quite a few others followed Leo’s example and used his skin to advertise their own fetish sites.

Years passed, and Troy began to notice something new–there were certainly plenty of men who watched him to see him humiliate himself, but there was also a group who wanted to be him. Who wished they could take the same steps that he had, who wanted to be pigs too. He offered an apprenticeship (serious applications only) and was swamped by the response. He eventually culled the applicants to one, and he moved his apprentice pig in with him, showing him the ropes, finding a strange pleasure in controlling someone and forcing them to walk their way down into the same deep pit of deranged filth that he himself now called home. And that was when the trouble started.

He and Leo started fighting more and more often. Troy was the one making him all of his money after all, so why shouldn’t he be able to keep it? Leo, finally, had had enough, and he tried to stare him down, only to discover his son had fallen deeper than he could control–Troy was his own pig now, and there was nothing he could do about it. Troy and his apprentice pressed their advantage, blindfolded him and chained him to a chair, and a new bidding process began. Tens of thousands of dollars later, it was decided–Troy shipped Leo off to a private bathhouse where he would spend the rest of his days chained in a bathroom, just another urinal for the men who visited there, and Troy’s empire grew. True, he may have fallen, and yet, who could have known that at the bottom of the pit he would find himself atop a castle of another sort altogether?