Chapter 16

PAIN

{Return of the hose -- so many uses Lilly found for that thing, an enema reminder from my childhood and how much I hated it -- she loved it}

Are you going to bring my dad back to life so he can drive me to the dairy?” “No Tom. Think about it. You’re a god. Transition,” said Fern with a tone of voice. “Are you looking forward to having sex with me like a zillion times again, continuing?”

I gave her a wide smile, teasing, and she gave me a look. “Hmmmm ... Perhaps you don’t understand this time around in redoing you it is going to be painful. Nice and painful. We have to make up to Mother Nature for your rash altruism. See? Dumb Ass! And the more dumb ass you are the more painful it will be. Bend over DUMB ASS.”

I didn’t like Fern’s tone. She was really serious but I did as I was told. I bent over. Suddenly I felt her twisting in my anus and it was rude. “OH OW!” “Shut up dumb ass.” She pushed and the force was jerking me forward-away so she reached around me from behind to grab my penis and used it to hold me back while forcing her hand into me. The pain was so real.

“Oh GAWD Fern!!” “Get used to it pal. Remember we have about six months of this to redo. Think you’ll break some natural laws again? But don’t worry. In the first few weeks just ahead of us the pain will dull and probably so will your brain, DUMB ASS.”

“Are you mad at me?” “Uh, YEAH!!” “What?” “Don’t play dumb. You have forced us to go through all of this again. We already were rewarded our new realm and now we have to do you again and it has to be successful or else, JUST LIKE BEFORE.” “I didn’t realize. I thought you were just exercising your chance to mess with me again. I didn’t know your future was at stake. OH NO! O-o-o-oh no. I’m sorry, really.” “Don’t worry sweety. We know how to get revenge.” She slapped me on the ass and jerked me around using the leverage she had through my anus.

Heading back in time to the dairy I was required to dress up like the kid I was back then. I had the duffel bag with clothes in it and dumb boots, I had my cheap cardboard satchel. I had worries, afraid after Fern introduced me to the new level of pain I was going to endure. My anus still stung. It served me right.

There I was standing in front of the farm house as the old man and his wife, Loon and the owner, stood looking me over. I had my memories but this was different. They weren’t very nice although the old man never was nice to me upon arrival. His wife (Loon) approached and started explaining things to me about my living with the “retarded” men, their milkers who were disabled with little boy minds.” I remembered all of them and who they actually were. There was some comfort in that. I tried to find some recognition in Loon’s approach to me but it was hard to tell.

I was told to hike up the road with my things, quite a cold reception.

The two of them were acting out the past like role playing and I couldn’t help but feel they were having a good time ready to start torturing me. I truly deserved it for sure.

The old man approached and looked me over with a scowl on his face. He grunted a laugh, “I hope duh boys enjoy you,” and then turned around to go in the house and leave me there. I stood alone and tried to feel as I did that very first evening after arriving having watched my dad drive away to the east. Yes, I did note the great mountain and its beauty but that was little consolation while worrying about the promised pain or how “the boys” would enjoy me.

When I got to the bunk house and went in the four guys were on their beds, some masturbating. They looked at me and grinned evil. They said nothing but after I started taking off my clothes the biggest one, Vern, came close and started telling me they were going to initiate me, the new guy. “What?”

“Initiate,” he repeated. I was in my underwear ready to crawl into bed but he was naked playing with his penis rather aggresively. He laughed. When the other three arrived and got close they likewise were naked. “In and out, and in and out, and in and...” John who I remembered was chanting the same banter as before and now all of them were playing with their penises.

Virgil grabbed my underpants to start pulling them off as I resisted just a little. “What are you guys doing,” I yelled. “We’re going to initiate you,” they repeated. “We’re going to fuck you in the ass like we want to. Roll over.”

No, this was no carbon copy of my first time at the dairy. I couldn’t imagine how the kid I was then would have reacted to this. If they had fucked me in the ass the first night in the bunk house I probably would have lost my mind. But I was so very well conditioned to anal fucking they just took turns for a while as I didn’t respond, just fucked me and had heir orgasms, hardly said a word aside from laughing when one of them orgasmed with a vivid response.

They in fact were the sisters, changed ID just like the first time and they could fuck, have orgasms again and again similar to me. So I passed out from exhaustion and I think they went on all night acting out their gremlin nature.

I know who you are,” I said. “Well, you just better go along with this pal,” was the response and it was actually Fern doing the talking. “You’ll be doing a lot of this butt fucking Tom. Mother Nature will like that. We like it too. It’s the only chance we get to fuck like males do. It’s nice to be in charge for a change and we think it’s humiliating for you mister big shot god.”

Before I passed out from exhaustion they beat me up as they fucked and I became numb to the torture.

The next morning early at 3:00 we headed out for the night pasture. I was still naked from my long enduring rape by four men. So I got up aching and looked at my clothes scattered around. Vern came up and said, “Might as well just leave those there. You’d lose them in a bit anyway. No sense making the effort to put them on.” So I didn’t get dressed. We headed out.

In the milking parlor they had their way with me again and when Lilly arrived I wanted to do her badly but she would have none of that and frankly I was too tired and abused. So I washed teats and put milking machine cups on until, just like in the past, I got hit in the head with the old man’s shovel and I spun around to complain. “Why? I know what I’m doing.” “Shut up you. I’ll gif you some more of dis you some of a bitch.”

I gave him a funny look and Lilly briskly pushed me to bend over. They proceeded to do their thing up my anus and I endured a lot of rough treatment, punching and banging my head on stanchion pipes. It was very painful and I cried to no avail. They didn’t care or perhaps they did care to make me hurt in every way. All of their torutures were in vain because I was already a god and had the attributes to fuck them all the way up to their fucking Heaven. Yes, I was mad.

First chance I said, “You don’t have to teach me how to fuck.” “We have to mimic the process regardless and it has to be rough on you or else.” “But can I fuck you right here now?” “No.” A heavy sigh, I went back to work and the guys started fucking me some more as I milked. I was raw.

Pretty soon the son showed up and he started laughing at me as he watched Vern doing me in the butt. “You’re back you sucker. I love this. Stick it to him Vern, all the way to the hilt with that big dick or yours. We’re going to have to give you a nice girl’s name now and I’m going beat the shit of you daily. I might even try fucking you in the ass too. This time I’ll have my revenge.” He slapped me in side of the butt real hard and yelled, “GIDYUP!”

He talked to his dad for a few minutes and then told me to follow him. I did and just like before I had that hose up my ass and it dragged along behind me. As we crossed the gravel to get to his truck he laughed again spying the hose and gave it a yank. I almost passed out. I stopped bent over trying to gain my consciousness when he started yelling, “Move it you fuck nose or I’ll get the guys out here to poke you in ass for a while. That has to be raw by now sweety honey buns.”

I forced myself to get going, get in the truck and ride with him as I did not have a hard-on.

He was going to a field to see about doing some tractor work, said I was his chain boy. When he got there he had a crew of two guys waiting to help with whatever he was going to do. Parked, he told me to get out. This time I wasn’t afraid of being naked because that was my job back forward in time.

“This is my chain boy men,” the son laughed. “He’s being treated to work here for the summer before he becomes a college boy. So we stripped him naked and we’re going to have some fun with him. He’s spent his first 12 hours here getting fucked in the ass by the retards but he likes to fuck ladies a lot so maybe we’ll make him fuck some four legged ladies.” The two guys laughed as well. “Good idea. He can do some sheep up at my place. They’re pretty cute. They won’t tell on him!” They laughed and stared at me. “Get over here naked college boy and stand here until I tell you otherwise.”

I stood where he said and they went off out of sight all riding on the tractor. It was some time passing and no one came around. The sun was out and it was getting hot. Finally a car pulled into the field and drove up, stopped and a woman got out. She came up to me and said, “What are you doing here?” “I work for the dairy and the son told me to stand here until told otherwise.” “Any good reason why your naked and kind of beat up looking?” “They beat me up.” “I see,” she said. “You’re not from around here are you?” “No,” I was contemplating what to say, “I just graduated from high school in the city and this is my summer job before college in the fall.” “I see. Why do you have what appears to be a cattle brand?” “They branded me, twice.”