Bad Life

Simon didn't answer. He simply clamped his mouth shut and took a step back. I looked down at my empty hand, where Simon's foot had been removed. Fear made my hair stand on end, and my body trembled so much my teeth chattered. There was only one person left. I turned to Jerome. He stood there, holding the reins, silently watching me.

Jerome stood there, looking at me with a face full of anticipation. I crawled toward him. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I simply tilted my head back and looked up at Jerome. Hot tears streamed down my eyes and into my ears. I looked at Jerome's face. His white, glossy face looked down at me like a ghost. My whole body gave out, and I was powerless to do anything else. I simply looked up at Jerome and sobbed. I could hear the sobs in my ears. It was horrific.

Four pairs of ruthless eyes stared at my weeping face, observing it. I felt as if I had been thrown onto an autopsy table. The gazes fixed on me felt as if they were ripping open my stomach and revealing my internal organs. My jaw trembled, my lips brushing against my teeth. Panting with sobs, I looked at Jerome. I couldn't control my trembling body. My breathing pierced my ears dizzily. Jerome still looked at me, his eyes shining with anticipation.

My voice cracked and rough. Jerome's face turned cold with just one word. I'd never seen him look so cold before. A chill ran down my neck. Jerome didn't say anything. So I stammered and spoke in a hurry.

His face grew colder. But there was still a hint of smile. I clung desperately to Jerome. I held onto his trouser legs and slung them. I rubbed my face and nose against his boots, almost as if I was going to lick them.

Jerome spoke softly. He spoke without even touching me.

I felt like I was being crushed by frustration. I felt as if I was frozen, watching a pile of dirt pour down into my vision. My body went cold. I still trembled. Jerome smiled reassuringly, but the coldness on his face was all too clear. Trembling, I turned around. Hugh, George, and even Simon, half-shrouded in the darkness, all looked at me.
Hugh spoke softly.

"You should take off your pants, Raymond."
I turned my head to look at Jerome. Jerome didn't look at me. He simply stroked the horse's mane and gazed gently into its eyes, as if soothing it.
I looked at Hugh again. He was smiling cheerfully. I looked at George. George's lips curled slightly, his face a mixture of excitement. I looked at Simon in the darkness. He stared blankly at me with his dark, glossy eyes.

There was nothing left to do. With trembling hands, I unbuckled my pants.
Even after unzipping them, my hands remained motionless. Before I knew it, I was sitting under the horse's head. The horse's genitals were right in front of me. Thick and crimson, they glistened with an unknown liquid. I felt like vomiting. I could feel the horse's hot breath on my neck. The stables were completely silent, save for the occasional squeak of the horses.
With trembling hands, I grabbed my trousers. As I sank to the floor and slowly lowered them to my knees, my hands became soaked with sweat. Tears trickled down my thighs. I buried my face in my knees and cried out loud.
They left me to cry. When I looked up, I realized Hugh and George were watching me with amusement, even as I cried. I pulled my trousers down to my ankles. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't free my feet from the cuffs, and tears welled up in my eyes again.
I wiped the hot tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and managed to free my feet. They stared at me in silence. I knew what their gazes were suggesting. I slid my trembling fingers into the band of my briefs. They were clean underwear Simon had changed into that morning. I pulled them down.

Their gazes relentlessly examined the space between my legs. Fear tore through my chest. I couldn't breathe, as if my lungs had been ripped out. Terror choked my lungs. My vision blurred. My underwear had slipped off my ankles and rolled on the floor. Even though I'd taken them off myself, it felt unreal. My head was spinning.
George said.

I looked at him, pleading. George urged me sternly.

I crawled under the horse's body. Before my eyes, a reddish, hideous thing bobbed up and down with every breath the horse took. Unable to hold it in, I vomited beside the horse. My body trembled, convulsing. Jerome muttered, "Eww," and dodged. Even after vomiting everything out, my stomach churned and my body trembled. Just as I finally calmed down, a cold voice flew in. It was George. "If you're done, go inside."

I followed the order, moving mechanically. I crawled under the horse and stared blankly at its genitals. I held it with trembling hands. When the horse groaned, I trembled in fear. But Jerome seemed to have learned the way, and it only groaned, not flailing. Only then did I feel the beast against my hand. It was horrific. Indescribable. Tears streamed down my face, and I turned back. As I was about to lie down on the ground and raise my buttocks, a strange feeling suddenly occurred and I looked up.

All four boys were crouching on the ground, observing my every move. Their eyes shone with a more horrific, dazzling light than ever before. My breath caught in my throat. I placed my arms on the ground and lifted my buttocks. The horse's cock touched my buttocks, and the warmth of its cock made my stomach turn again...
Jerome, who had been watching, said,

"I can't watch this anymore."

Jerome, like the other boys, lay down on the ground, watching. He rested his head on the straw floor and stared at me. The once brilliant light in his green eyes suddenly faded. Jerome stared dejectedly into my tear-stained face. We lay face-first on the floor, staring at each other. The horse's cock still touched my buttocks and back.
Finally, Jerome sighed. His disappointment was evident on his face.

Jerome, having said that, abruptly stood up.
I remained under the horse. I blankly watched Jerome's boots move forward. The boys who had been lying flat on the ground also rose, leaving only their boots visible.


Huh said.

Jerome replied lightly. "I'll go first."
I saw what appeared to be Jerome's boots leisurely walking toward the entrance.
The boots, which appeared to be Hugh's, turned toward Jerome.
"Hey, that's boring. Just finish what you were looking at."
"I'm not interested. You guys have fun."
The stable door opened, then closed. A moment of silence fell in the stable. But the remaining boys, with devilish expressions, fell flat on their faces again, staring at me. George said,
"What are you doing? We have to keep going."

Tears streamed down my face. I placed one arm on the ground and used the other to grab the horse's penis. I hesitantly raised my leg and brought my buttocks up to it. But it was so big it wouldn't fit. My hands were shaking so much I couldn't even get it to the entrance. I just kept sliding my penis in my hand, rubbing it against my buttocks. The warmth of the beast's penis was terrifying and disgusting. I clutched my genitals, tears streaming down my face, and finally collapsed under the horse. I lay there, sobbing. I sobbed like a child. I mumbled, begging for forgiveness, saying I had done wrong. No one answered.
“Come out here, Raymond.”
After listening to the sobs for a while, Hugh spoke gently.
I raised my head. The boys raised themselves, leaving only their boots visible. I scrambled out from under the horse. Hugh bent his knees and gestured with his hand as if calling a dog. Though my body was ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) weak and limp, I quickly threw myself in front of Hugh. I didn’t want to crawl under the horse again.
Hugh clicked his tongue as he looked at my tear-stained face. George stood beside him, arms folded, looking down coldly. The couple seemed deeply disappointed that their new pet had failed their first mission. But they still looked delighted.
Hugh passed me and picked up the underwear and pants that had been strewn across the floor. I took the clothes thrown at my face and shoved my feet into my trouser legs with trembling hands. I somehow managed to tuck my trembling legs into my underwear and pants, knelt down, and looked up at Hugh. Simon, who had been standing in the darkness, silently passed us and led the horse back into the stall.
Hugh said,


I pleaded hurriedly.

I nuzzled Hugh's shoe and muttered. Instead of answering, Hugh lifted my head.

Hugh scratched my chin and said cheerfully.

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George tapped my cheek with the back of his hand.

I leaned my face against Hugh's hand and gasped.
He apologized. George slapped my cheek with the back of his hand. I hurriedly pulled my face away from Hugh's hand. George said with a mockingly commanding tone,
"Clean up everything you've messed up and come back to the dormitory."

I nodded absentmindedly. Hugh and George left me and left the stable. But Simon stayed. He stood silently to one side, watching me clean up the vomit, panting as I fought back tears.
After I'd finished everything, my body gave out, and I collapsed on the stable floor. I couldn't even shed any more tears. I couldn't believe I'd escaped the fear that had gripped me just moments before. I wanted to run away from this room filled with horses, but I couldn't muster the strength.

Just then, Simon approached me. He looked at me with a blunt... yet tense expression. Simon looked at my face fearfully. He hesitantly stroked my cheek with a trembling hand. As soon as his hand touched my cheek, I quickly closed my eyes. Simon held me in his arms.

I leaned my head against him and started shaking, still panting and not calming down. Simon sat holding me close and patiently calmed me down. He waited quietly until my breathing evened out. His arms were really warm. The tremors gradually subsided and I finally leaned comfortably into Simon's arms.

It was quiet. Occasionally, the only sound was the sound of a horse scraping. Even the sound of breathing gradually subsided and became quiet. My body was completely weak and I couldn't lift a finger. I quietly opened my eyes. Simon's face was right next to it. He closed his eyes peacefully. Ah, ah. Ah. Ahhh. These bastards. Everything is caught!
***
After being held in Simon's arms for a while, I headed to the dormitory. I was vomiting and had a strange feeling in my stomach. Because I put on a show in the stable and did everything I could, my body was weak.

So, I could barely move with Simon's support. We walked very slowly through the schoolyard. We didn't talk. Simon liked that kind of thing. Since I'd already started, I should just play Simon's puppet until the end.
Aside from that, thinking back on what Simon had done to me since that morning gave me goosebumps. I knew it, but he was even crazier than I'd imagined. He dressed me up like a Barbie, dragged me around, and took genuine delight in it.

Simon was in love, but only when he could treat me like a puppet. That love, when it spread to madness, was what scared me the most. I had a terrible premonition that one day Simon would disembowel me, stuff my insides with sawdust, and turn me into a stuffed animal to play with. The warmth of his body, which I'd encountered all day, was chilling and terrifying.

I was scared, but I held it together. I didn't show it. Just as I'd done well today, I'd done well on the way back to the dorm. I leaned against him, acting as obediently as a well-made puppet. The problem came when I entered the dormitory entrance. The headmaster was standing there. Simon handed me over to him.
"I'll wait outside."
I knew what he meant without even hearing an explanation. The headmaster grabbed my wrist tightly and led me away.
The headmaster's room faced the dining hall kitchen. Like the other dorm rooms, it was luxurious. I followed the headmaster obediently like a well-behaved dog. Judging by the situation, it seemed as if I just had to suck that bastard's dick and my day would be over.

I don't know for sure, but it must have been around two or three in the morning. I followed the headmaster's lead into the bedroom. The headmaster pointed to the bed with his chin. I pulled down my pants and underwear, placed my hands on the bed, and slumped my buttocks out. I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping behind me, and then he grabbed my buttocks, spread them apart, and spat into my hole.

What a vulgar brat. But instead of cursing, I moaned softly. The warden thrust his finger inside me, wiggling it a few times, then thrust his penis right in. It hurt. I whined like a dog in pain. I muttered a few words, like "Go easy on me" or "It's too big," and the warden rubbed my butt, saying it was good.

"Do whatever you want," he said. I didn't care. This body was nothing, no matter how much I humiliated it, and it was always the same. Receiving his dick wasn't difficult. Jerome and Simon had trained my asshole so well over the years. The warden put his hand between my thighs, spreading them open, so I spread my legs a little wider. Without warning, he thrust violently. I gripped the bed sheets, holding myself against the forward thrust.

My whole body was already weak, so I couldn't hold on for long and collapsed on the bed. The warden, unconcerned, simply pulled my butt up, fucking me hard, and ejaculating inside me. The warden pulled his penis out. I pulled up my underwear and pants, barely able to get up. "Twist."