The Master's Farm — Episode 8: Confessions in the Pen

Miguel had been lying face down on his mat for ten minutes, trembling, when he finally managed to speak.

“I enjoyed it.”

His voice came out muffled, broken, smothered by the mat. But in the silence of the pen, the other three heard him perfectly.

“I enjoyed it like the fucking fat cow that I am,” he continued, and the tears began to fall again, soaking the thin fabric of the mat. “My ass… my fucking fat greedy ass enjoyed all of it. Every thrust. Every second. When that dog mounted me and started shoving that hot cock inside me, my asshole opened up on its own, without resistance, like it had been waiting for that for years. And the thrusts… fuck, they were so fast, so desperate, and my ass was taking every one of them, squeezing them, milking them…”

His voice broke. Number Three crawled closer and sat beside him, saying nothing, just being there.

“And then the knot…” Miguel sobbed. “When I felt it swelling inside me, stretching me from the inside, pressing on my prostate without stopping… fuck, I had never felt anything like that in my entire fucking life. It was like… like my whole body existed only for that. To be filled. To be used. To take that animal cock and milk every last drop out of it.”

Number One and Number Two also moved closer, forming a semicircle around Miguel. None of them judged him. They had all gone through the same thing.

“And the semen…” he continued, his voice shaking. “Feeling it filling me up, feeling how it wouldn’t stop coming out, hot, thick, so much that it made my belly swell… my ass was squeezing the knot like it wanted to milk every last drop. Like my body knew exactly what to do without me being able to control it. And I… I was about to come. Seconds away. My cock was dripping nonstop, I could feel the pressure in my balls, I knew I was going to explode and I couldn’t do anything to stop it…”

He covered his face with his hands, ashamed, terrified of his own words.

“I’m a whore. A whore cow with an ass that can’t control itself. I almost came with a dog inside me. I almost triggered the second punishment. I almost…”

“But you didn’t come,” Number One interrupted firmly. “That’s what matters, Miguel. You were close, yes. But in the end, you didn’t come. That means you’re stronger than you think.”

“But almost…”

“Almost doesn’t count,” said Number Two. “We all got ‘almost.’ I was seconds away too when it was Solovino’s turn with me. My cock was just like yours, dripping, about to explode. But it didn’t happen. And neither did yours.”

Miguel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Number Three rubbed his back gently.

“How did you do it?” Number Three asked after a moment. “What did you think about? What did you do to hold out?”

Miguel stayed quiet for a moment. He thought abo...