You make a phone call

Now that you're sure that your new bitch has been broken in amd throughly seeded, you call Frankie to come and get him. You trust him to keep him safe for you while you finish your assignment. Lazily, you stroke your flaccid cock as you talk to him, imagining all the ways you plan on taking your new bitch once you get back to your farm. Maybe you'll leave in him the stalls if he misbehaves, treat him like the animal he truly is.

But you wonder how best to break him. You want him to be obident and take your cock whenever you demand. Sure, isolating him would be a great way of reminding him how stupid and worthless his current ideals were, but you want a haram of bottoms at your disposel. You can't wait for him to break to add on... But maybe having others pressure him would make him into an obident slut faster, one who could help you break in more and more unwilling bottoms like him.

You pull out your phone and dial the number you got from the boy at the diner. Hopefully he's just as slutty as he was in that allyway; you'd love to have the two together in bed with you.