The Poz Ranch

[pozpuppy]

The Poz Ranch

Chapter One

 

With my ear presses tightly against my bedroom door, I could hear the voices talking in the other room. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I did recognize most of the voices. One was my dad. I never heard mom’s voice, but I think I heard her sobbing. Another voice belonged to our Pastor, but two other male voices I didn’t know.

This whole situation began when my dad looked at the history on my computer and discovered I was going to gay porn sites. He freaked out. Luckily, I was out with my friends the day this happened, which allowed him to cool down a bit. When I got home, I was sat down and questions were asked.

“I have seen your browser history, Cody,” dad said as he paced in front of me and mom sat quietly holding a box of tissues.

“Would you like to tell us what I discovered, Cody?” dad asked.

A knot was forming in my stomach and a huge lump was in my throat. My hands were sweaty. All I could do was look down at the floor.

“Look at me and tell me what I discovered!” dad shouted.

“I was looking at porn sites, dad” I said timidly.

“What kind of porn sites?”

“Gay” I relied softly.

“Speak up Cody. I didn’t hear you. Your mother didn’t hear you!”

“Gay” I said again, this time in my normal volume.

Mom was now sobbing in her chair, head down, face hidden in her hands.

“Deprived, sick, and against your religious up bringing” dad bellowed

Mom’s sobs grew louder.

I just sat there, looking at dad paced in front of me.

“I have contacted Pastor John to see what help he can offer.”

“No dad, can’t we just work this out in the family”

“Not going to happen. You are sick, maybe even possessed. Pastor John will know where we can get you help” dad said.

I laughed in my head when dad said I was possessed. Gay demon, that is funny.

“I know there are places that will pray, work or who knows to get the gay out of you.”

At that moment, I knew that my life was about to change. I had read articles about the practices of these conversions camps. You pray and they beat you, spit on you, and other horrors; to try to cure you of the sickness. Yet, I wasn’t sick, at least not in my mind. I was just me. Being gay wasn’t me entirely, just a part.

“Go to your room” dad commanded, “and there you will stay”

I got up and moved a distance away from him, not knowing if he would hit me as I passed. I quickly moved down the hall to my room.

“I’ll bring your meals to you” mom said in between sobs.

That was three days ago. I was in my room or my bathroom since. In solitary confinement. Dad had removed my laptop. I was isolated from the outside world.

Bringing us back to  my ear pressed to the door. If only I could hear what they were saying and plotting for my “cure.”

I finally gave up and returned to my usual sitting spot on the side of my bed facing the window, watching the world go by.

About a half an hour later there was a knock at my door.

“Come in” I said.

The door opened and instead of dad’s head popping in, it was Pastor John’s.

Paster John was a rugged looking man, someone you would know think was a man of God. He was at least six foot and two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. He had dark brown hair and always a three day scruff beard on his face.

“Cody, may i have a word with you?” he asked

Yes, Pastor John”

He walked around to where I was sitting. He gently sat next to me.

“Cody, your actions have put your parents in a difficult position and with my guidance they have come to a decision, a very difficult decision. What they have agreed to is out of love not hate. I hope in time you can see that” he said.

I sat silent beside him.

“The two men that accompanied me to your house are representatives of a ranch out in the desert. A ranch that turns boys like you into men. It will be very hot and a lot of hard work.”

Tears began to run down my checks.

“In two days you will be leaving here. No need to pack any of your belongings. Everything will be provided. Buck up and prepare yourself. You have some hard times ahead of you.”

That said, he got up and walked out of the room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts and tears.

[bottombehr]

Can’t wait for next chapters!

[seattlebbbtm]

Rocking start!

[pozpopperpig]

Nice start!

[nlsfn069]

Love the start!! 

[nastypig80]

Great set up. I hope the ranch includes sufficient uniform in rubber or leather

[bjbottom]

I am relying on your other stories for this one to be just as hot!   It is a great start, and I can see this story going in many different directions.   I cannot wait to read more.

[BergenGuy]

On 7/17/2021 at 1:25 PM, pozpuppy said:

"You have some hard times ahead of you.”

This sounds like the perfect setup for the next chapter!

[pozpuppy]

The Poz Ranch

Chapter Two

 

Two nights later a loud bang woke me from the first deep sleep that I had after learning my fate. I sat up quickly in bed and listened for more noise. What I didn’t hear was my parents moving about.

Suddenly my bedroom door flew open and a bight light was shined in my face. I put my hand up to cover my eyes, but someone grabbed it and pulled both of my arms behind my back. I felt something course being wrapped around my wrist. The light drew closer to my face as the person who tied my wrists moved towards my ankles.

“Don’t fight us boy. This can happen the easy way or the hard way” a deep voice said as a gloved hand slapped me up beside my head.

I tried to move my legs apart and hold them, but I was quickly over powered. One hand held my legs together as the other tied them together.

“Bet this little faggot got a hard on in his white briefs”

Both men laughed.

“Dad!!” I shouted, but a clothe was quickly shoved into my mouth.

“They are not home fag boy. So they can’t help you. No one can help you”

Soon a dark fabric bag was put over my head and I was lost in darkness. I was picked up and carried from my room. Knowing the layout of the house, I was taken to the garage. I was placed inside a vehicle.

“You fucking keep quiet or I’ll stuff something bigger into your mouth.” the deep voice man said.

The vehicle backed out of the garage and drove down our drive way. I had no idea when I would see the house again, let alone my parents.

 

I laid in the back of the vehicle for hours. I had no way of tracking the time. I dozed off and on while we traveled. The men stopped somewhere, but I was left in the vehicle. It was getting hotter as we traveled and I was sweating.

“Another hour faggot.” the deep voiced man said, “And the fun will begin.”

When we stopped, I was lifted out of the vehicle and carried into a building. I heard the door slam behind us. We traveled a short way into the building. I was lifted high in the air and was seated in a cold metal chair.

“Cut the briefs off, then restrain him to the chair. Let’s get a look at the new boy” I head a new voice say.

I heard a click and felt cold metal being slid into the side of my briefs and then pulled outwards cutting the thin fabric. The other side was cut the same way. At the same time my hands we untied then restrained to the chair, my legs were done the same way.

“No need to be shy boy” the deep voiced man said as he pull my knees open wide.

“A little scrawny,” the other man that took me from my home said.

“Yeah and that hair has to go. Boys here must be completely smooth.”

“Cody is the boy’s name” the deep voiced man said.

“Well Cody, I am Master Jack. I run the ranch here.” he said, “we are going to make a man out of you”

I nodded my hooded head.

“That won’t do Cody” he said, “the correct reply is Yes Sir”

“Yes Sir,” I said timidly.

“The quicker you submit to us, the easier it will be.” Master Jack said.

“Yes Sir” I said a little louder.

“Good boy” Master Jack said, “Take him and prepare him for his intake”

I was unstrapped, but kept hooded. I didn’t resist. I had given in to my fate. I was half carried and half dragged through the building and into a new room. The floor was cold and I assumed it was tile.

“Stand up and don’t move, unless you want your cock and balls cut off.” the deep voice man said with a laugh.

“Spread your lets wider boy and put your hands behind your back, clasped together. This is the way you stand when you are in the presence of the Masters or their guests.

“Yes Sir” I replied.

I felt my crotch being wetted and something being spread on my ball sack and the area above my cock.

“Fucking hold still, no one wants a dickies boy”

I felt the cold steel blade slide across my sack as the man pulled it down tightly. I stood there with my eyes closed, repeating in my head “Don’t cut off my dick and balls.” it seemed like it took forever to shave me smooth.

“Okay boy that done, low lift your arm straight up, it’s time to strip those pits” he said with a laugh.

I obeyed. Why I don’t know. I think it was out of fear.

Once my pits were done I thought we were through. I was now smooth from head to toe. Or so I thought.

“Now for my favorite part boy,” the deep voiced man said, “turn around, bend over and spread those cheeks!

What the fuck I thought. Shamefully I did as I was told. No one has ever seen my hole, not even my doctor.

Once in position, I felt flushed with embarrassment.

“Look at that pretty pink boy pussy” he said as he blow cold air on it.

“That at that fucker pucker” the other man said.

I felt him run the razor blade down each side of my crack, which caused me to shiver.

“Smooth boy pussy is the best”

Boy pussy, where the fuck was I. I assumed this was a religious place to pray away the gay. These men don’t sound like any religious men I have met.

“Here’s the deal boy,” said the deep voiced man, “the next process is not pretty, but it has to be done. I am going to give you a drink, something fast acting. You are going to drink it after we put you in the next room. Then once you have dealt with that little round. You will shove the silver hose up your pussy, until its clean.”

“Yes Sir”

I was led to the next room, I was handed a bottle. Once the door was closed I drank the drink. I will spare you the details of the next couple of hours.

 

“Put the hood back on boy” the deep voice man said as he knocked on the door.

I did as I was told. I felt the cold air come through as the door was opened and my arms was grabbed. I was led to another room.

“You have twenty minutes to shower,” he said, “Then your intake begins. We are almost ready for you, so fucking hurry”

The hot water felt good. I let it run over my newly smooth body. I found a bar of soap and quickly washed myself from head to toe. I found a towel hanging on a hook when I was done. I waited with the hood over my head, I assumed that is what they wanted, with my legs spread slightly and my hands behind my back.

 

The door opened and I heard:

“Faggot here has learned his first lesson” the deep voice man said.

“Submissive is in a boy’s nature” another man said.

The both grabbed an arm and moved me out of the shower room and down a hall. I was lifted off the ground as we went down two flights of stairs and put to the floor.

“Your intake is just beyond this door” the man said in my ear, “kneel until someone comes to get you, hands clasped behind your back”

I heard them walk up the stairs as I slowly kneeled, shaking in fear.

[pozpopperpig]

Wow!  Intense!

[pozpuppy]

The Poz Ranch

Chapter Three

 

As I kneeled there on the cold hard floor, my mind raced. Imagining all sorts of scenarios of what was about to happen. I did feel a bit of shame of being naked and hooded, and being treating as if I was the lowest form of human since I was a fag.

Three loud thuds brought me back to my senses. I heard a creak as if an old door on rusty hinges was swinging open. I soon felt two sets of hands hook me under my smooth underarms and lift me.

“Walk,” a voice said, “Keep your fucking mouth shut no matter what you hear”

I nodded in agreement.

“One fucking word and your punishment will be extreme”

We moved into what ever room was on the other side of the door. It was quiet. The floor was cold, I assumed it was either tile or stone. They led me into the center of the room. I was positioned and the hands left my body. I spread my legs a bit and put my hands behind my back, clasping them together.

“Order of Men,” a familiar voice began to speak, “Today we have a new inductee for the Order of the Fledglings. He was sent to us by his parents, who were ashamed to discover that their only son, their only child was a homosexual. “

I listened closely. He said homosexual as to bring shame.

“According to society, the religious society, he is a sinner, a deviant, a sodomite. Today he takes the bold step in changing his ways and embracing the God that all men show embrace.”

He was speaking as if he was giving a sermon. Then I realized that this was Pastor John.

“Each one of you men will teach this inductee on being a man since he comes to us as a boy. His lessons will be hard and I have confidence that he will learn quickly. Now the time has come for his induction.”

Instead of applause, the sounds of thumping feet against a hard floor was heard. My skin came over in goose bumps and I shivered.

The two hands were back and I was lifted up in the air. My body was turned and twisted until I was on my back on some thing cold. It felt like an examination table. My arms were pulled up over my head and secured at the wrists. I tried to move them but I couldn’t even move them an inch.

I felt something slipped over my feet and pulled down my legs, just below my knee. They were tightly adjusted against my skin. My legs were pulled up in the air and then the restraint was hooked behind my neck. I tried to lower my legs, but the restraint stopped them.

“The fledgling is in a position of vulnerability. As you can see, his boy cock is rock hard. Deviance on full display” Paster John said.

“Deviance” chanted the audience.

“In order to cure this sin, this deviance,” he said, “He must embrace it. Seek the pleasure of sin, burning his soul away from the light into the darkness”

“Into the darkness”

This wasn’t a place to help with my sinful desires, but a place to embrace it. Pastor John’s speech turned from cleansing my soul to corrupting it.

“His body must bare the mark that we all bare. He must advertise his willingness to be unnatural.”

I felt a hand caress my ass cheeks, sliding over my crack, allowing a finger to pass gently over my exposed hole. I felt it pucker and twitch as it did. I felt sensations of pleasure pass through my body.

Soon the finger began to circle around my pucker causing it to twitch more and more. Slowly the finger moved to the center of it and pushed. My natural reaction was to tighten up, but that didn’t stop the finger. It pushed harder until it opened up and slide in. I felt like I was ripped open. No spit, no lube, no thing. Just a dry thick finger.

“Men of the Order, it is time to prep his vessel for its first offering.”

I felt the finger move inside, twisting around. The nail grazed my insides, cutting them just so slightly. Over and over my walls were cut. Pain was not too bad, but it lingered at the edge of my mind.

“See the red,” Pastor John said, “his vessel is ready”

I felt something larger than a finger pushing at my hole. I took deep breathes in, trying to relax but the unknown kept me tight. I felt it push harder. It pulled back and then attacked my pucker again. This time my hole opened and something popped inside.

I bit my lip to keep from yelling out. I had to stay silent. What ever this was it kept pushing in deeper and deeper, all the while it was opening my hole wider and wider. I felt like I was being split open. Then I felt something soft, something like velvet next to my smooth skin.

The long object was left deep in me. I breathed deep and slow working through the pain. Soon the pain eased enough to tolerate it. That’s when it slowly pulled out until just the beginning of it was inside. There was no pause, it drove deep in me a bit faster and harder.

Over and over it pumped in and out of my hole. The pain soon gave way to pleasure. I moaned softly in my throat. My ab muscles were twitching which caused my hole to twitch around this object. Over and over this happened as it moved in and out.

My cock was hard and leaking. I felt the building of a cum shot working its way from my balls. The object moved in faster, always going deep inside me. I knew I was not going to be able to hold off, I was going to cum.

I began to breathe heavy. My cock twitched and pulsed as ropes of thick cum shot out over my stomach and chest. The object in my hole kept moving in and out, even as I shot. My cock remained hard after I shot.
The object was moving in and out faster and harder. My hole was twitching around it. Sensitivity came and went and my cock remained hard as a rock. Over and over this object moved. I felt like another cum shot was building up.

Within seconds of the first cum shot, I shot another one. This time it felt larger and caused my hole to twitch even more.

The object kept moving in and out, hard now, faster. Over and over. It grew thicker as if it was being inflated and harder with each movement. My hole stretched more. Then it happened. The object rammed all the way in my hole and pulsed and twitched. I felt warmness invade me.

“Men of the Order, his body has exhibited the deviance we know go so well with the homosexual lifestyle. His cock and balls responded to his sexuality. Ridged throughout, ridged now. Hands free ejaculation not once, but twice.”

“His vessel resisted at first but embraced the invasion, accepting the gift.”

The thud resumed, this time faster and louder.

“His next lesson with be with Prophet Kace”

The room echoed with more thuds then almost quiet. I could hear shuffling around me, as a hand pushed on my chest. No words were spoken when my legs and arms were released from their restraints.

I was helped up and moved back through the door, but instead of up the stairs I was taken into another room and sat on a wooden ledge.

“Once you hear the click of the lock, you may take the hood off.”

I sat and listened. Click.

I reached up and pulled the hood over my head. I was inside a small room like a cell. I was sitting on a wooden bed hanging from the wall. Across the room was a small toilet. No windows to the outside, only a small window in the door with bars, but something outside was blocking it.

I reached around and felt my hole. It was wet. I put my finger in, then up in front of my face. My finger looked like it had cum on it. Was I just fucked?

 

[bjbottom]

Chapter 2 had a lot more hot action, description, and detail.  Loved it, great chapter that I savored, 

[bjbottom]

Each chapter gets hotter and hotter!   great writing.  Thank you for sharing your story with us.   Please continue adding chapters to it!

[fucknfeedme]

Great story as always. 

[pozpopperpig]

Nice