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Breeding Farm In Need Of Help
Flipping burgers isn't terrible for a first job, it's horrible. It's hot, the customers are rude, and you always come home smelling like a fryer. Coming straight out of high school, I knew that I would have to get a job, and the local McDonald's seemed like it would be the easiest job to get into, and I was not wrong. Mom and dad made it very clear that I was no longer living off of them, and I desperately wanted my own apartment.
I took my first break today in my car. I decided that I had finally had enough, and started my job search. Flipping through Indeed is always a hassle. So many entry level jobs require at least five years of experience. How is that even possible? I madly scrolled in the little window that I had before having to return to work, then saw something that caught my eye.
Local Breeding Farm Looking For Summer Help
I clicked on the listing, thinking how cool it would be to work outside for a change. The listing read:
Local breeding farm looking for summer help. Reply if interested. Address to apply will be given if selected. Interviews guaranteed if selected. Please include the following:
Gender Age Weight Height
Please not that this is summer help that could potentially evolve into a full time position if the candidate is a great employee over the summer months. We look forward to hearing from all of you!
That didn't sound too badly, honestly. So I hit the reply button, filled out the necessary info, then hit send. I looked down to my watch and saw that my break was over, and headed back into work.
I was standing over the fryer when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I looked around to make sure that nobody was looking, (we are not supposed to have our phones with us while working) and took a look. I saw that it was a reply from the farm in my email. I looked around again, and opened the email. I skimmed it briefly and saw that I had been accepted for application! The meeting time was tomorrow at 8 AM, so that would give me plenty of time to go to the interview, then get to work right afterward. I shoved my phone back in my pocket, and got back to work.
The next morning I dressed into what I thought would be the right outfit to apply at a farm. I found my nicest pair of blue jeans, a nice flannel shirt, and the work boots that I had for when I used to mow lawns in high school. I put the address into my phone, then headed out. When I pulled up to the address, it was exactly what I had pictured in my head. A white farm house stood at the back of a long drive way, a red barn sat at the border of the back yard that had a fence that intersected with the rear of the building. Horses were grazing in the rolling pasture, and there seemed to be workers moving in and out of the red barn. I pulled into the driveway, and parked beside the line of cars that were, most likely, the other employees.
I walked onto the porch that surrounded the white farm house, not knowing where else I would have to go, and knocked on the screen door that stood in front of a solid oak one. A few second passed, then a large man opened the door. He stood at nearly 6' 5", and had shoulders so wide that he would have to step sideways through the door way. His long white beard covered the majority of his collar to his blue denim shirt. He pushed open the screen door and spoke with a voice that sounded like he had just finished gargling gravel.
"Mornin'. You must be Alan." he said, letting the door swing back onto his shoulder so he could extend his hand.
"I am, nice to meet you." I grasped his hand, and he closed it around mine. It was massive and nearly encompassed my entire hand. It was rough like mild sandpaper, and squeezed like a vice.
"I'm Ken, nice to meet you as well. Please, come in." He released his grip, then stepped aside to welcome me in.
I walked into the house that was decorated nicely with small knick knacks and family heirlooms. The smell of bacon hung in the air like thick morning fog. He walked to a solid oak table the stood to the right of the kitchen. He pulled out a chair, the walked over to the other side to take his seat.
"Please, have a seat." he gestured towards the vacant chair.
I took my seat, then scooted in closely to the table. The hulk of a man did the same, then began stroking his beard as he looked at me in silence, studying me as if I was a painting in an art gallery.
"Have any experience on a farm?" he finally spoke.
"Other than going to a petting zoo every year, no." I tried joking.
"Have any issues with working in a barn?" he stopped stroking his beard.
"Not at all. I'm actually looking to.."
He cut me off. "Are you willing to live on the farm for a week at a time? You would be working one week on, then one week off. You will be paid at the end of each working week."
"That actually sounds awesome." I thought to myself, having one whole week off in the summer to do whatever I wanted would be amazing.
"All accommodations will be provided during that week, which include a bed to sleep in, work clothes, and three meals a day. But the one rule is, you can't leave the farm until your week is up." he resumed stroking his beard.
"That shouldn't be the problem."
"Good. Now have you ever had any homosexual experiences?" his gravely voice spewing out the words.
"What?" I wanted to make sure that I had actually heard the words correctly.
"I will repeat one last time. Have you ever had any sexual experiences with another man?"
"Uh no. I'm not gay." I said, still trying to comprehend why this would even be a question.
"When would you be able to start?" he stopped the stroking of his beard, then clasped his massive hands in front of him on the table.
"Whenever you would like. I could even start tomorrow if that works?"
"That will work perfect for me. I have an empty stable that needs filling for the busy season right away. Then it's settled." he stood up. "Plan on being here promptly at 3pm tomorrow." He extended his massive hand and I met it across the table. We shook with three good pumps, then he walked towards the door. He opened it and held it for me. "See you tomorrow at 3pm."
I walked outside, and the screen door crashed behind me.
While walking to my car, I noticed that all of the other workers looked to be wearing all the same outfit. It included: gray jersey shorts, a plain white shirt, and no shoes. They all waved to me as I walked to my car, and I awkwardly waved back.
My first thought on my way into work as I left the farm was about what I was going to say to the McDonald's manager, and how I will tell her that today will be my last day. No two week notice, but just turning over my uniform at the end of my shift. But the second was the question that Ken had asked; if I ever had any homosexual experiences. What did that matter? Why was that part of the interview process? Was he homophobic? Not wanting any gay guys working on his farm. That was probably it. Some of the back woods folks never really got with the times, and just couldn't accept that some of the population were attracted to the same sex. The question was quickly shoved to the back of my mind as I parked my car for the last time at McDonald's.
The next day I anxiously paced around my parent's house. I tried eating something, but could not bring myself to choke anything down. I tried to play some video games, but couldn't seem to concentrate long enough to make it even ten minutes. 2PM finally rolled around and I figured that it was close enough that I could leave. Probably would be a good example if I showed up early, rather than late.
When I pulled into the farm, the farm hands were still mulling around, but this time, Ken was waiting on the porch, drinking what looked like a glass of orange juice. I threw my car in park, and grabbed my bag.
As I approached the porch, Ken sat down his glass, then walked down the steps with a burlap bag in hand.
"What is the bag for?" he asked as he approached.
"I brought along some clothes, tooth brush...."
"I told you everything would be provided, didn't I?" he interjected.
"Right. I just..." I tried to speak, but he cut me off again.
"Put the bag back in your car." he said.
I ran back to throw my bag in my car, then returned to Ken.
"Good. Now everything in this bag is all you will need for your week. You will find three changes of clothes, general toiletries, and a key to the locker that will be at the foot of your bed. Now why don't I show you around where you will be working and sleeping for the next week.
He turned towards the barn, and I followed. We walked to the entrance and he slid the large sliding door on its creaking rails that opened up to a long aisle of stalls that bordered the center on both sides of the barn.
"This is where the breeding will be held every night at 7pm. Before then, you will clean the floors, walls, and each breeding bench before 6pm so that we can prepare for the breeding."
I looked around and saw that each breeding stall had a square cut out of the middle that had a leather cushion on the bottom. I tried to look a bit further, but Ken spun away, and started down the path outside of the barn towards a large metal building that stood at the back of the property.
"This building here will be where you will be living." He opened the white metal door and we walked inside.
I looked around at a long room that resembled a military barracks. Beds lined the perimeter walls. Each bed was draped with a brown wool blanket, and a white pillow. The truck for our spare clothes, and other things that were given to us sits at the foot of the bed.
Ken walked over to a bed that was at the far end of the building. He threw the burlap bag on to the blanket.
"This will be your bed for when you are on your week shift. Your bedding will be cleaned at the end of the week so that it will be ready for the next shift when they come in." he points to the door at the end of the room. "That is the restroom and showers. You will be expected to shower before breeding time everyday, along with a shower afterward. Bed time is after the post breeding shower, and rise is at 8am to start the chores for the day. Any questions?"
I searched all the info that was just told to me, and could only come up with one.
"Why do we need to shower before the breeding session? Wont we just be getting dirty anyways?"
"The breeding process needs to be as clean as possible, that means every inch of you will need to be scrubbed clean. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Good. Now get your uniform on and join the other boys in the yard. And one other thing; all of your person clothes will be put into your trunk. That includes your socks and underwear." He said, turning towards the exit.
" opened my bag and pulled out the contents. I counted the shirts and shorts, but did not see any underwear.
"Wait, I think you forgot my underwear in my bag." I hollered over to Ken.
"Those are the clothes you are assigned. No socks. No underwear. Now get changed and get to work." he closed the door behind him.
No underwear? Just these flimsy shorts and a shirt that I'm sure has been worn by more than just a few other guys. I thought the no socks were weird when I saw the other guys walking around, but no underwear? This job was getting more and more confusing as the day went on. But, I did as I was told and changed into my uniform. I pulled on the shorts last and noticed that the material was nearly as thin as my shirt. My penis outline could be clearly seen through the material, not leaving too much to the imagination.
I packed my personal stuff into the trunk, locked it, the slung the key around my neck with a piece of string that I had found inside the burlap sack. I made my way to the door, my bare feet slapping on the concrete floor of the sleep barracks. I twisted the knob and stepped into the early summer heat.
I saw two of the boys at the front of the barn. I figured they were the ones that I were supposed to meet up with. I trotted up to the two, my bare feet pounding down the long grass.
"Hey guys, I'm Alan."
"Hey Alan, nice to meet you." one of the boys said. "I'm Mike and this here is Ben." They stuck out their hands, and I shook them both.
"So you are the new breeding boy I hear?" Mike said.
"Indeed I am. Actually, I'm a little new to the whole farm life as a whole." I responded.
Ben put his hands on his hips, then let out a bellowing laugh. "Well, this isn't exactly the farm life you think it is."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You will see." Mike said, joining in on Ben's laugh. "We should get back to work before it gets too hot out. We still have to get the barn cleaned for tonight."
"Well lead the way." I bent one knee and swung an arm in a bowing motion.
We entered the barn where two other boys were scrubbing the floors in front of each stall. Neither of them looked up at us as we entered, telling me they might not be as friendly as my two new work buddies.
"So, first things first. You see the splattering under each leather padding on the door to the stall?" Mike said, pointing to the cut out on the door.
I was what looked like dried yogurt that had dried to a hard crust on the wood below the roughly two foot by two foot square cut out that had a red leather pad attached to the bottom.
"Uh huh." I nodded, crossing my arms.
"All of that needs to be completely cleaned, along with any that has collected on the floor below it. You can use the buckets with the brush here." Mike walked over to a bucket that had a dome of suds spilling over the top.
"Okay." I said.
"Then, the mounting table on the other side of the door needs to have everything cleaned as well. The leather padding, the buckles, straps, everything."
"I have one question." I uncrossed my arms. "Aren't those holes a little too small for a horse to fit through?"
Both boys looked at each other, then erupted into laughter again. "Yeah, they are. Now let's get going, showers start in a little bit and I want to make sure my stall is clean for tonight." Mike said, reaching into the bucket to pull out a brush, then walked over to a stall that had his name painted above it on a board. Ben did the same, walking over to his own personal stall.
I reached into the bucket and drew out a soaking hog hair brush. I looked around and saw a stall that had a board just like the other boys'. The sign had my name painted in bright red lettering. I walked over to it and saw that dried white substance was not nearly as thick as the other boys' stall, but it was there. I began to scrub, and the dried on stuff seemed to soften as it moistened, then clean away with the brush. I scrubbed the wall, the floor, then opened up the wall to see a table that had straps on either side that were adorned with brass buckles. Leather pads were directly below the buckles that looked to pad whatever was locked into the buckles. I proceeded to clean each strap, buckle, then finished with the leather pads.
I walked out to see Mike and Ben conversing at the center of the barn. I walked over and put my brush back in the water bucket.
"I think I'm all done." I said, brushing my hands on my shorts.
"Looks good from here. We should probably start heading back to the barracks. We need to make sure that we get going with the showers. I want to make sure I get a good, long hot shower before tonight's breeding." Mike said, throwing in his own brush.
The three of us walked towards the barracks making small talk. I learned that Mike had actually gone to the same school as me, but was a few years older so I never really saw him. Ben was my age, but was home schooled so this was his first time meeting new friends in the real world.
We walked into the barracks and immediately walked to the back door where the showers were located. Inside there were two toilets that sat side by side without a barrier between the two. Inside the shower stall, nozzles protruded from the wall, circling the tiled room. Mike immediately walked over to one of the toilets and began pissing. Ben walked over to the rack that contained a stack of folded white towels. He grabbed one for me and Mike, and one for himself.
"Think fast!" the towel hit me in the face, then landed in my hands.
"Quick hands there Al." Mike said, walking past me, slapping me on the back.
Ben and Mike walked into the shower room and threw their towels on a bench. They pulled their shirts above their heads, then pulled down their shorts, exposing their completely nude bodies, but never halting their conversation. Clearly this is not the first time they have showered in this room together. Mike walked over to one of the nozzles and turned the valve, letting out the water. He continued to talk with Ben as he held a hand under the water, waiting for it to hit a desired temp. Ben turned on his valve next to Mike.
I stood there with my clothes still on, looking at them both in shock as they seemed to not care at all that they were both standing there, nude, just talking like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Mike looked over at me.
"You just going to stand there, or are you going to shower?" He was now foaming a bar of soap between his hands.
"I..I just never been naked in front of other people before."
"Well you better get used to it, because this will certainly not be the last time." Ben said, rubbing his own bar of soap on his body.
"I guess..."
I pulled my shirt over my head and sat it on the bench next to my towel. I took one last deep breath, then pulled my shorts down to my feet, then stepped out. I tried my hardest to cover up my dick, but thought that it will have to be seen eventually, so I let it go. I walked towards the open shower next to Ben and turned on the water. It was ice cold but turned burning hot almost instantly.
"There ya go! Not so bad is it?" Mike said, running the soap down his legs, then took great care on his dangling package. Soaping and sudsing them thoroughly.
I gave out a nervous chuckle, then grabbed my own soap. I ran the soap over my body, making sure that I cleaned ever inch. The boys never stopped talking, but I decided to keep to myself as I washed my thin frame.
"Hey, make sure you get the back side. Even in the crack." Mike said, looking over Ben's shoulder.
I let out another nervous chuckle, then ran the bar between my cheeks. I normally washed by backside, but never took this much care on one spot as much as I had tonight.
We finished up our showers, then put back on our uniforms. We threw our towels in the dirty bin beside the door, then walked into the barracks.
"Well, it's almost showtime. You boys ready?" Mike said.
I pushed the wet hair from my face. "I guess I am."
"Then let's go get to work."
We exited our barracks and I instantly noticed that there were a line of head lights coming into the driveway. Men spoke to each other next to the farm house, and I could see Ken's massive frame talking to the crowd.
We walked into the barn and saw that there were no horses, no cows, no animals at all. I looked over at Mike, who was walking over to the stall with his name above, and Ben was doing the same.
"Wait. Guys. Where are all the animals? What's getting bred tonight?"
"You are." that familiar gravely voice seemed to echo around the barn.
Mike was crawling through the hole in the door, as was Ben. The only thing that was pointing on the outside of the door were their asses that were still covered by the gray shorts. I turn around to see Ken walking towards me.
"Alright, get in your spot." Ken said.
"Wait, what do you mean I'm getting bred?"
"What do you think it means?" he said as he walked in the stall where Mike was hanging out of. I could hear the sound of buckles and straps being fastened down. He came out a moment later. "Did I stutter? Get in your breeding stall" He walked to me, towering above me like a skyscraper.
"Yyyes sir." I stammered, then walked towards the stall that had my name above it.
I crawled through the opening, noticing that the leather pads on the inside were for my elbows to lean on as I'm strapped to the table. I could hear the door to Ben's stall close, then foot steps towards mine. Ken walked in and immediately began strapping my arms to the table. He first wrapped the cuff around my wrists, then tied those to the table, leaving me completely immobile.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"I wont be doing anything, it's the guys outside that will be doing all the breeding." he said, before exiting my stall.
My legs began to shake on the other side of the wall. How could I have been so fucking stupid to not see the signs of what was actually going on here. My breaths began to quicken and felt like I was closer than ever to a full blown panic attack.
I heard the shuffle of footsteps and the quiet chatter of men as they entered the barn. Ken's distinct voice making small talk with all of the men until he spoke up.
"Gentlemen. I would like to introduce you to our newest breeding stock, Alan!"
My heart beat quickened in my chest, and I let my head sink down at the sound of my name.
"This is his first time, so be sure to be gentle, or not, he will be paid no matter what. Please do remember that this is a one shot event. You shoot one load, you are done. But, that doesn't mean you can give every breed stock a try, so by all means, give them all a shot! If any of you happen to need anything, I will be at my desk in the corner. So let the breeding...begin!"
I could hear the voices of the men as they walked about. Some stopping behind me to give my ass a gentle tap, then moving on. After a few minutes I could tell that a man was now standing behind me. His shoes bumped against my bare feet as he positioned himself behind me. His hand hooked the top of my shorts and swiftly pulled them to the ground. I flinched slightly as my most private area was now exposed for everyone to see. My visitor started my rubbing his coarse hands over my bare cheeks, sending ticklish shivers down my legs. Goose bumps raised all the way up to my arms, then my body locked up as the feeling of a cold liquid dribbled down my crack. The man's hand began to smear the substance along my ass, then it came to me, he was coating my crack in lube. I started to breath even harder, knowing what was about to come next. His hand left my crack, then was replaced with something that was not coarse, but soft and almost velvety, his cock. He dragged his member along my crack, coating his own in a fresh layer of lube, then I began to feel pressure on my hole. I bit my lower lip as the pain began to explode like fireworks as he forced his way inside of me. His head popped through my resistance and my hips slammed against the door, trying to escape the invader. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me back onto him, forcing his dick even further inside of me. The pain of his fullness began shooting up my spine, but he did not seem to care. He began thrusting inside of me with immense force, using my hips to drive me towards him, the push me away, using me as his little sex puppet.
"Fuck, boy. You're pretty fucking tight. Bet you wont be after tonight." he said, hammering my virgin hole.
The sound of his thighs smack against mine began to get louder as he reached his top speed. The pain was beginning to subside and all I could feel was the tip of his cock reaching deep inside of me. He smacked my ass hard which caused me to buck slightly, then he went back to smashing my hole.
I began to whimper as he did not seem to let up, but a new feeling began to start. His cock began to twitch, then swell.
"Your tight little ass is going to make me cum. You ready for it?" he said, ramming his cock deep inside of me one last time.
I did not have a chance to respond before I felt a sudden warmth take over me. A hot fire began to spread across my belly as he erupted cum deep inside me. His legs twitched behind me as he gripped my ass cheeks as his balls soon became empty, and his soft cock flopped from my ass. He gave me one last spank before moving off.
My chest heaved as I tried to regain my composure. His hot cum began cooling as it ran down my leg, then pooling at my bare feet.
Before my breathing could stabilize, felt the next set of feet position themselves behind mine.
"Your little boy pussy took a pounding, huh?" the voice said. "You still have some cum leaking from ya. How about I add to it?"
I felt his member begin searching for my hole, and when he found it, he rammed it home. His cock felt not as thick, but long enough to hit my stomach. His long reaching member started to hammer itself in and out of me with enough force to make my thighs bounce off of the wooden door in front of them.
"You like that long dick, don't ya you little sissy boy." he said.
I did not give him a response, which earned me a hard smack on the ass.
"Didn't hear me? You like that long dick, don't ya?"
"Yes sir, yes, I love it." I squealed between pounds.
"That's right. And you want all of my cum. Right?" he buried his dick deep inside and waited for a response.
"Yes, give me it all. I want it all!"
"And where do you want it?" he withdrew, then shoved it back in.
"In my ass. I want you to fill my ass with your cum." I moaned.
"I thought so." then resumed back to his quick paced fucking.
My ass screamed for mercy, but I knew that none was going to come. I bit my lower lip, and gritted my teeth as he continued his onslaught.
"Here it comes, boy. You ready for it?"
"Yes. Give it to me." I could not believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"Ugggh fuck. Fuck yes, take it all. Take all my cum you little slut." he groaned as he drove his cock deep into my bowels, then letting his cock explode.
My guts began to warm again as the stick fluid rushed to every available corner. My colon began to cramp as the sheer amount of liquid began to press outward in every direction. I felt his cock twitch madly, then slowly settle down. He extracted it from my ass, then gave it a little smack.
"Not bad for a virgin. I hope to see you again tomorrow." he said, before walking away.
I loosened my hole slightly and a river of cum came rushing out, splattering on the floor.
For the next couple of hours, man after man came to me, then came inside of me. It seemed like at least ten men had made a deposit inside of me. My ass no longer hurt, but my insides were a different story. My stomach cramped, and felt like I could shit out a gallon of cum with one push.
"Thank you everybody for coming to our breeding session. I hope all of you had some fun and I speak for the boys, we all hope to see you again in the future. Now please, don't forget any belongings that might be left on the benches. Have yourself a great night."
After about fifteen minutes, the talking had died, and the only sounds were gentle breathing coming from myself, and the other stalls. I heard the unbuckling of straps then the voices of Mike and Ben. Pretty soon the door to my stall opened, and Ken was now at my side, loosening my buckles.
"You did good tonight. Every customer was satisfied with your performance." he unbuckled my last strap.
I stretched my wrists as if I had been locked up for an eternity. I wiggled my way out of the opening in the door, and saw the massive puddle of white goo that had accumulated from the multiple pounding I had just endured. I stood up straight and saw that Mike and Ben were chatting as if nothing had just happened, but it was clear I was not the only one that got multiple loads. Glistening pools stood in front of their doors as well.
"Good job boys. Another successful breeding session. Now go shower, get some rest, we have another big day of breeding tomorrow." Ken said, before stepping out into the night.
"So...what did you think?" Mike said, turning his attention away from Ben.
"Honestly, I don't know what to think right now. I just want to go shower." my head hung low on my shoulders.
"Well let's go. And don't worry about putting on your shorts, they will only stick to you."
I gave him a weak smile, then followed them to the barracks.
I stepped under the running hot water, letting it pull apart my dense muscles. I looked over at Mike and Ben and they were both squatting, pushing the cum from the asses, laughing as they did so. Ben looked up at me.
"Probably want to get as much out now as you can. It will leak out as you sleep if you don't." he said, pushing out gurgling noises.
I squatted down below the running water and barely had to push. Cum began to rush from deep inside of me, then running down the drain. I felt as if I was losing ten pounds as I did so.
"Jesus dude, that has to be the most cum I have ever seen come out of one of us. You must have had quite the crowd." Mike said, looking at the river of cum drain from me.
I finished up my shower, then got dressed back in my uniform. I went into the barracks to find that Mike and Ben were already laying down in their beds. I found my bed, then laid between the sheets. My mind floated between each guest that had deposited their seed inside of me. I reached down under the blanket, grabbed my rock hard cock, then began to stroke it.
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