When Donny led me to the basement, I got a good whiff of a mixture of smells. Apparently they make up jars of food down here that they grow on this farm, and sell it on the open market. "Where do they do the milking?" I wondered.
The big man forced me on my hands and knees into the barred cell, that had a sink, toilet and cot. "Get your slave ass in there!" He emphasized with a swift kick that partially touched my balls from the rear.
Leaving me there to writhe in pain, I heard his heavy boots going back up the stairs. From my curled up position on the floor of the cell, I thought I heard a female yelp. Was it my auction mate? In a way I was glad to have company. They brought her in a different way.
Then I heard the voice of the woman who had examined me upstairs. "Well Donny, I think our uncle did a good job buying these two. We can put them both to good use."
"Right Maggie, you know I want to fuck this cunt."
"I'll bet Uncle Ned has already had his dick in her." She sneered.
"Well I don't mind sloppy seconds."
Then I heard Maggie. "Get on your fucking knees, dickhead, when we're talking to you!"
That's when I was able to see her in the cell beside me. She seemed cold and nervous, but what could I do? I wanted to tell them not to hurt her, but I thought it best I keep my mouth shut.
"When's the last time you came, dickhead?"
I stammered.
"I think he needs a whip to loosen his tongue, Maggie!" Donny griped.
"Two weeks ago!"
"Hmm, two weeks," Maggie mused. "We'll keep the cum in his balls for another two weeks. Then we'll milk him.
Meanwhile, go ahead and fuck the cunt if you want. Then we'll take them out to the whipping shed."