The Training Farm

Training men to be the animals they were meant to be at a secret farm “up north” under the control of a mysterious owner.

Training Men to be Animals – Preface

Join us as we visit The Training Farm, where each Season on the Farm brings 245 males to the Owner’s secretive Farm where each undergoes strict training, discipline and proper punishment to become the perfect animal that is part of a male’s primal nature. Those who emerge as perfect slaves are returned to their owners to serve or can be purchased by the Owner’s friends.

Walk (or gallop!) with the herd through Intake and Processing, where males are stripped of their former lives and get their first taste of conversion into the animals whose characteristics the Farm staff grows inside them. Then join them through Placement with their proper herds where their primal animal instincts are trained into perfection. Spend a Season in their training barns where their primitive reactions to strict training and discipline at the hands of the Farm’s superbly-trained female staff are achieved.

Individual training is time-consuming and requires a superb cast of women who work a new herd every Season. Under the watchful eye of the Owner and her hand-picked staff, the new animals perform dazzling feats at First Competition where an audience of Mistresses enjoys their show.

Enjoy The Training Farm as the herd makes the ultimate journey into submission.

Chapter 1: Choosing the Farm

The room was crowded but comfortably cool for the hundreds in the audience whose eyes were riveted on the big screen at center stage. As the video flashed on the screen, a voice narrated the scenes that exploded in front of them. That voice, artfully punctuating the scenes, neither yelled nor shouted. In sharp contrast to the eerie images that shifted relentlessly across the screen, her voice was surprisingly calm.

The audience – all men with their eyes transfixed on the video – were carefully screened prior to this final session that was about to determine which of them would be invited to the upcoming Season on the Farm. It would be one of the most unthinkable yet fulfilling journeys and it would change their lives forever, just like it had for so many before. As they stared at the video, oblivious to their surroundings, leather-clad ushers strode the aisles and studied the males’ faces. Some were taken aback by what they saw; but the women were really searching for the ones that were truly elevated by the carefully-selected scenes they were watching. The particular eyes they sought were the ones that drank in the images and wore faces that betrayed their arousal. Of course, a few were terribly scared while others were transfixed. Their reactions were studied, evaluated and noted on the staff’s tablets.

Finally, the images came to a close and the overhead lights glowed again. The narrator’s voice slowed while hundreds of males shifted uncomfortably in the auditorium’s chairs. The ushers, moving almost inconspicuously among the crowd, returned quietly to the stage and took their seats behind the speaker. After what seemed like a long pause, her voice started anew.

“Now you’ve seen what the Farm is. Now you understand that it is your time to choose and you must choose right now.”

She waited for the finality of her single-sentence challenge to sink in before continuing.

“You’ve learned what the day-to-day life is like at the Farm and what the conditions are. You have read and signed the contracts and have seen the reward that may be yours if you complete the Season. There is nothing more for me to add. Before I have you make your decisions, are there any questions?”

She stood elegantly on the stage and seemed so tall to all the eyes that were fixated on her. Her leather pants hugged her thighs tightly and the heels from her boots clicked loudly as she moved across the stage in the silent auditorium. She walked from one end of the wide stage to the other and peered into the audience for any raised hands. Seeing none, she brought the event to its finale with simple instructions.

“There are voting devices in the chair pocket in front of you. Take one out and check the number against the number on your wristband. If they do not match, signal a trainer.”

Again, her heels clicked in an unrelenting staccato as she traversed the stage and studied the audience’s reaction. With their usual careful preparation, she would have been stunned if any didn’t match, but it was always a good idea to check. Confident that they were all in order, she issued a final instruction.

“Press the green button if you wish to continue. Press the red button to leave.”

She added, “There will be no repercussions if you choose to leave; however, understand that when you press green, there is no turning back.” Waiting only a moment for the finality of their choice to sink in, she concluded. “Choose now.” A 30-second countdown clock filled the screen.

Unsteady hands reached out to grasp the smart devices. They hovered over the red and green buttons yet within 25 seconds the main control panel glowed brightly, signaling that every button had been pressed. It was always amusing to her that after such a long series of interviews, questionnaires and one-on-one meetings, the males rarely took more than 25 seconds to seal their own fates. Glancing at the main panel, she watched the numbers flash and smiled broadly at the crowd.

“Congratulations, boys,” she said with a lilt of pleasure in her formerly flat voice. “We have only four who have chosen to depart.”

With that pronouncement, four ushers made their way toward the males who had just opted out electronically. Taking each by the hand, ushers led them to the door that led directly to the Outtake staff. Those who chosen to leave would be processed out quickly and dispatched to their normal lives. For the males who remained, what happened next would replace what had just been their unfulfilled lives. Their former ‘normal’ would soon devolve into a hazy dream. What their futures held would evolve into their new reality.

She liked this next part the best.

“Secure the building,” she said without fanfare.

Mass movement began. The ushers scurried toward the exits and made sure all the doors were locked. As the audience stared first at the ushers and then at each other, their bewilderment rose and many began to sweat in spite of the cool temperature in auditorium. Within minutes, the speaker on stage declared the room secure. Her ushers took their places in the aisles.

“You leave in a few minutes,” the speaker said into her headset. “First, you have to be readied for the long trip.”

The males had been informed that they were traveling north and west to a warm and secluded area for the duration of this Season in which they had just agreed to participate. They knew the conditions would be harsh. But each male had his own reasons for seeking this journey.

They knew the conditions were lovely in the summer and barren in the winter yet they had seen video of the huge dome that would shelter them from severe weather. They watched it open and close on the videos they had been required to study. The seclusion as well as the thousand-mile distance both stimulated and frightened them.

At the moment when their decisions had just been sealed, what struck them with full force was that the journey they had merely heard about and seen pictures of was now actually beginning. Everyone knew his life was about to be changed. Each, whether or not he would admit it, was as terrified as much as he was captivated.

The final order was given with the same flat voice they had listened to for the past two hours.

“Strip,” she said casually. “Then dress in the outfits handed to you by the ushers. Leave your clothing on the floor; you won’t need it again.”

Switching off her microphone, she turned to exit the building and leave the chores of corralling the males into the buses that would take them to the airport to her trusted trainers. With barely a look back at the hundreds readying for transport, she made a final comment that a Leader Trainer’s mike picked up and boomed throughout the auditorium.

“Issue the cattle prods,” she said as she continued walking toward her limo which would whisk her to a private jet that would land at the Farm hours before the new herd arrived. The new Season was unfolding and she wanted to approve the final touches for this Season.

The news of cattle prods seeped into the audience’s ears and the trainers grinned at the males’ reactions. It wasn’t the first time they had seen men reduced to shivering heaps from one of her off-hand comments. It always amused them to see every Season’s group’s reaction.

From the aisles, they tossed sets of fabric that were held together by loose strings toward each newcomer and waited for the herd to go through the usual shy process of stripping and dressing in their travel outfits. When they finally got to the plane, the women knew they’d compare and see who had won the trainers’ pool. Their Season bet was always the same: which usher’s group had the most who asked the same question. It was always a single word.

“Everything?” one male was certain to ask. A smirking trainer greeted that question with the taste of her electric prod every time it was proffered and a shrieking scream was always the result.