-You're weak, you're not fit for the farm- David tells me in my ear, mounted on top of me, covering my mouth with his large hand and forcefully pressing his pelvis against mine.

I was asleep, it's early in the morning, and he's fallen on my erect cock and my balls, causing me pain. With his legs, he spreads mine apart so I can't move.

-Do you want to play the tough guy and live like a farmer?- he asks without waiting for a response, he presses his hand against my mouth so I won't say anything while he breathes agitatedly in my ear- I'm going to toughen you up so you can work in the field-

Grabbing my hair, he gets up and forces me to follow him, bent over, my head at the height of his hands, walking blindly because it's still dark. We rush down the stairs, he's already dressed in his sleeveless shirt, his jeans, and his boots, I've slept in a kind of light fabric onesie that belonged to Frank in his last years on the farm.

I know the way, but David guides me to the milking room, pulling my hair, which he's holding very tightly. I use my hands to protect myself in case I fall forward, because he's going very fast and I'm very bent over.

We don't make it to the milking room, he takes me to the tree where he tied me up yesterday, he throws me to the ground, and I fall forward, but since I was prepared, I don't hit my face. I barely react when David lifts my feet with great force, making me fall onto my back, the buttons on the onesie open, exposing my chest, David lifts me with force from the feet and passes the rope through the thick branch, he pulls the opposite end to lift me until I'm suspended upside down.

David leaves, leaving me alone, I prefer it when he's with me, doing things to me, when he leaves me alone, I get very scared… he returns with a bucket in his hand… I watch him grab something from the contents, he pulls out a small object… he grasps my nipple with force and squeezes it… then he puts the object on my nipple… it's a clothespin… when he releases it, I feel a tremendous burning sensation…

Maybe for many people having a clothespin on their nipple is not very painful, but I, accustomed to city life and daily comforts, to Fabricio's caresses and good treatment, feel like he's ripping my nipple off with his pinch.

David pulls out another clothespin, he puts it next to the one he just put on me, the pain grows… I close my eyes for a moment, trying to make the pain pass, but it only increases… when I open my eyes, he has many clothespins in his hands, he puts them on the free nipple: one, two, three, four, five clothespins across my chest… then I start screaming- Let me go, you bastard, release me!- I remove one clothespin with my free hands, David realizes his mistake and slaps me- Don't remove them, you animal!

-You're the animal!- I shout, enraged- You're a damn beast!- I add while David ties my wrists together, I try to remove anoth...