Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of hard-core sex featuring consenting male adults. If this turns you off, don't read it. This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead.
Many thanks to all who responded enthusiastically to the fist installment and offered suggestions. Responding to your e-mails (jaybob23@hotmail.com) was as much fun as writing the story. Any feedback on this second part is much appreciated, and any suggestions are especially welcome.
The reality of the day slipped into my subconscious as soon as my master lifted me from that trough. I remember shivering from cold and exhaustion, pressing my flushed face into the warm nape of Earl's neck and trying to speak, to thank Earl for making me his slave. My voice quivered and all I could do was cry. Before we had even reached the barn, I drifted off into an exhausted sleep. I awoke among the soft blankets of a real bed and imagined for a moment that the ordeal I had endured had all been a dream. Then that now familiar ache in my lower body brought it all painfully back to me.
I was in a stupor but could discern that I was in my stall, among the pungent smells of livestock and old wood. As my head began to clear I realized my new home had been sparsely furnished. The small cot on which I lay shared the cramped space with a single wooden chair. A cracked mirror hung by a wash basin in the corner. The hay had been swept out and a threadbare rug had been thrown down.
As I swung my bare legs around and began to lift myself up, I felt a throbbing, uncomfortable sensation in my hole that was no doubt the result of over use. Turning to the mirror, I was amazed by what I saw. My head had been shaved close and around my neck I wore a thick leather collar. Examining it more closely, I couldn't find any snaps or hooks. It had been permanently secured using small brass rivets. One shining ring was attached to the side.
"Looks good, don't it?" I heard Earl whisper. He was standing at the door to my stall dressed again in tight faded jeans. Today he wore a snug white t-shirt that looked as though it had been painted onto his taught, masculine flesh. He looked like he had just stepped down from Mt. Olympus to ravage some unsuspecting mortal.
I turned and said truthfully, "Yes sir. I like it very much."
"You've got another hard day ahead of you," he said matter-of-factly. "Now that you've been broke, we'll spend the day learning your new duties here on the farm."
"Yes, sir. Whatever you say sir," I answered eagerly.
"There is a hierarchy here that you'll have to follow or suffer the consequences. My needs come first, always. My dick's needs come second. And what you want, comes last. Got it?" he asked.
"Yes sir."
"You will always do what I say, and you will never, ever question me. As long as you are my hole, you will look after my needs. I will never have to repeat myself and I will never have to touch my own dick. Follow?"
"Yes sir," I answered.
"Now what do you suppose I need right now, bitch?"
I thought about my answer for a few moments, not wanting to be wrong but not wanting to keep him waiting either. At last I admitted, "I. . . I don't know sir."
"That's OK bitch. In time, you'll know what I need before I do. For now though, I'll just tell you. I need to take a piss."
"But, how...?" I let the question trail off in confusion.
"Take it out, you fucking cockhole." he said sharply.
"Yes sir!" At last I was going to feast my eyes on my master's dick and even take it into my hand. I felt like I had just won the fucking lottery. I was on my knees in an instant, my hand fumbling for the snaps of his jeans.
"Easy there son," Earl said coolly. "No need to rush."
It only took a second to open his fly and reach my greedy hand into his briefs to fish out that monster. It felt hot and hard to the touch. Pulling it out of his clothes, I uttered a gasp of surprise, followed by a sigh of thanks. It was enormous, at least seven inches long and three inches around, and still soft. What kind of fucking log would it become with a little attention?
"Sir, can I please kiss it?" I asked meekly.
"Fuck no bitch. Didn't you hear me? My needs and my dick come first. What you want comes last."
"I'm sorry sir."
"You've forgot your place already. Lean your head back and open your mouth faggot." Earl ordered.
He placed his palm against my forehead as a short, hot blast of fluid stuck my tongue. The flavor was bitter. I knew what it was and, I knew enough not to spit it out or swallow and risk angering my master.
"OK bitch. Down that first shot and get ready for more," Earl said with a laugh.
I summoned up my will and swallowed, glad to rid my tongue of that sharp, astringent taste. Then my master started pissing in earnest. A steady stream hit my tongue and my bared teeth. My mouth filled quickly but I swallowed it down, as I was meant to.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it boy?" he said when he was at last drained.
"No sir. I guess not."
"You guess? Listen up faggot, from now on that's your breakfast, so you'd better get used to it quick."
"I will sir."
"Now, since you did such a good job and didn't spill any, you can kiss the head. Just the head though. Need to squeeze those last few drops out."
I puckered my lips and brought them up against the bulbous head of my master's prick. I knew I would only have a moment to kiss it, so I prepared myself to savor that one, brief second. It was heavenly.
The affect of my lips stirred his cock a bit more and when I opened my eyes, I was amazed at the size it had achieved. Even though Earl was himself a huge tower of muscles, his dick looked like a gigantic pillar of marble. Beneath his cock hung a massive sack that was proportionately huge. His big nuts resembled basketballs in a worn burlap sack. I longed to take them into my mouth, but didn't dare say so.
"All right son, that's enough. Wash up, brush your teeth, and make your bed. Like I said, you've got a hard day ahead of you, and time is wasting."
When I had made my bed, Earl threw me a nylon knapsack, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt.
"Let's go boy," he said and walked out of the stall. As I quickly jumped into my clothes I heard Earl at the barn door, "Can't be late for your new job. Hurry it up bitch."
I ran out of the barn and jumped into the truck just as Earl was about to leave. As ordered, I took an egg sandwich and a carton of juice out of the knapsack. I devoured it all in only a couple of seconds.
We drove on for a few minutes, down the highway that encircled Earl's farm. >From the window of the truck I could see acres and acres of corn, all belonging to my master. Earl slowed down as we approached a rusted mailbox on the side of the road.
"Jump out boy," he said, "and put up the red flag."
When I got back into the truck Earl told me I had just punched in for the day. Now it was time to see where I would be working. About fifty yards farther was a dusty side road. Earl pulled the truck into it and told me to follow him through the thick brush. He used a long-handled knife to cut away some of the brambles and open up what had clearly once been a path. Soon we reached a small clearing where a ramshackle hut stood beneath a large oak tree. Earl emerged from the shack with a folding lawn chair, a coffee can, and a long length of heavy chain. Earl ordered me to remove my clothes. Then, using two padlocks from my knapsack, he attached one end of the chain to a metal bolt set in concrete by the door and the other end he locked to the leather collar around my neck.
"The last boy took to running away," He said ominously. Earl produced a large dildo from the bag and held it in front of my face. It was black and deeply ridged, with a big head and enormous girth.
"This is to get you in the mood," he said. I sucked on the dildo for a few minutes, as Earl hadn't brought any lube. "Probably don't have to worry about you going anywhere though." As instructed, I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Then I felt his expert hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. My ass was still burning from my training with Carl, Ed, and Jim the day before and I let out a cry as the head popped through my hole.
The natural, human response to pain is strong, but my desire to please my master, and the urge to have my ass filled was stronger. The head began grinding its way inside and somehow I struggled to push myself back on it. Tears poured from my eyes, and from my gaping mouth came short, guttural cries. Time seemed to slow and the world became an unreal blur. Only this remained: my master and my hungry hole.
When the last solid inch slid in, I fell backwards into Earl's arms, gasping and wailing.
"Now, now, boy. I promise it's going to feel much better in a minute. We'll just wait a second and let you get used to it. You've got to toughen up boy if you want to work on a farm."
"Yes, sir." I sniffed.
"That's better. You're my brave boy." he said soothingly, patting my head. "You see boy, your master knows what you need better than you do. You were born for this son. You were born to please me. You know it's true too, don't you faggot."
"Yes, sir," I said breathlessly.
"That's right boy. I've got everything you could ever want, everything you've ever needed. And it's right there up your sweet ass." Earl took the base of the dildo in his hand. "Start fucking you little faggot."
As difficult as it was being impaled on this massive rubber fuckpole, it was just as painful backing off of it. After I had leaned forward a few excruciating inches, Earl pulled me back down on it suddenly, firmly. Then I again began my slow, torturous ascent, only to have Earl grab my shoulder and pull me back down with a hard lunge. Soon he was slapping my ass and demanding that I pick up speed. Although it caused me unspeakable anguish, I complied.
"That's the way faggot. Ride it. You love it, don't you fucking bitch?"
"Yes, sir. I love being fucked," I answered truthfully, now finding a tempo that caused me to shudder and squeal. Slowly I started to forget the pain--or it became mixed with the sensation of pleasure-- and I began to luxuriate in the fullness of my ass and the hard, meatiness of the tool. I surrendered myself eagerly. Earl also seemed pleased by my fearless rhythm and was chuckling in my ear.
Earl opened up the chair and took a seat as I stood with my legs spread in front of him.
"You feeling horny boy?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, please don't stop," I begged as he jabbed at my hole.
"Ready for the real thing bitch?"
I was suddenly flooded with desire, knowing that at last my master was going to fuck me, that I would finally feel his hot cock up my hole.
"Yes sir, I need it so bad."
"Glad to hear it son, `cause here comes some cock now."
I looked up and was startled to see a man approaching through the underbrush. He was a big man, in his early forties, and built like the Mack truck I soon learned he was driving. Earl stood up, ordered me to remain in place and greeted his trucker friend with a handshake. He ushered the man over to where I was standing, legs apart, a big dildo clenched tight in my ass.
"Damn Earl," the trucker said, "You weren't kidding on the phone. This here's a prime piece of boycunt. Better than that last cum-hole that cried all the time."
The trucker looked me over a few times and grinned. "Now, Earl, what's this gonna cost me?" he asked.
"Twenty on the front end, forty on the back end. Your pick Jeb."
I knew what they were talking about, and I dropped my head to the ground in shame. All I had wanted was to feel my master's cock inside me and instead I was being rented out like a truckstop whore.
"What's the matter boy? You ain't scared are you?" the trucker said sarcastically as he started unbuckling his belt.
Earl stepped beside me and spoke firmly. "You are my hole and I will decide what to do with you. When Jeb sticks it to you, just close your eyes and imagine its me. If that doesn't make you feel better, tough shit. You can hitch the next lonely ride out of Iowa. And there are plenty of sick fuckers between here and the east coast that would eat you alive. Now, are you gonna be a good little faggot for your master?"
"Yes sir." I answered softly.
"That's my boy. Make me proud."
The trucker had now removed his pants and shirt. And any qualms I had about being a whore melted away. He was richly tanned and superbly muscled. A few tattoos littered his body and a silver ring dangled from one nipple. Across his chest was the emblem of a hand making a fist. The words Semper Fi were emblazoned in six inch letters on his pelvis and an eagle was perched just above his dick. That swinging hunk of meat jutted out a foot or so from between his legs. This trucker was huge and hard, and apparently in a hurry too. He grabbed one end of the chain and pulled me toward him. Then forcing me on my knees with one hand, he pried open my mouth with the other. Earl took his seat again as I started sucking off his trucker friend. Pretty soon I started to enjoy the feeling of his big meat stretching my mouth, and the fat dildo in my hole made me feel warm from head to toe. Using one hand I jammed it back and forth, enjoying the way those deep ridges made me tingle. Pretty soon Jeb began groaning and his cock began leaking like a sieve full of melted butter. His cock started out thin at the tip but grew as thick as a baby's arm at the base. The head was like an arrow piercing my lips and driving his shaft down my throat. I pressed my nose into his crinkled pubic hair and nuzzled my chin against his big sack. I wrapped my hand around his big balls and gave them a few firm tugs, stirring up the sweet juice that this horny trucker would soon feed me. In time Jeb was bucking and thrashing, using his cock like a piston.
"Suck it you bitch. Suck it down. Harder you whore. I'm paying good money for this hole, now suck. That's the way."
Occasionally I caught a glimpse of Earl watching us from his chair, a wide grin on his face. Earl knew that each time I closed my eyes, I imagined that it was him fucking his cock down into my throat.
Jeb now had both hands around my head and was pushing me back on my heals, almost bending me in half with the urgency of his fucking and his need to get every last millimeter of his big dick down into my gut. Soon I was gagging loudly and a thick foam of saliva and pre-cum was squirting out of my mouth, making a frothy circle around Jeb's dick. Without warning, the trucker pulled out and threw me bodily to the ground. My head struck the dirt and before I could say "Ouch" he had plugged me again. He straddled over me with his fat balls falling into my eyes, his hands planted on my chest, and his meaty cock fucking my face.
"That's the way," he groaned. "Can get all the way in you now. Hell boy, you'd better hope I don't blow my load down your lungs."
The possibility of drowning on Jeb's cum seemed real, but I suspected I would suffocate on his big cock first. Before I could protest any, he drove his cock down like a railroad spike and began firing heavily into my throat. A boiling jet of cum poured into my belly as Jeb rubbed his pulsing, tightening balls across my nose. Shot after shot of boiling seed burst from his cockhead and ran down my throat. I have never known one man to produce so much jiz.
"Hell fire, Earl." Jeb yelled with his cock still buried in my throat. "If this ass is half as good as this suck hole, I might as well just hand over my paycheck to you every week. His cock stopped spraying but I began sucking harder, more eagerly.
"Damn, the way he's slurping my spunk, I'd say this boy is pretty thirsty too." Jeb laughed.
"If I know my boy" Earl said, "he's pretty parched."
"Lemme take care of that Earl. Least I can do."
The next sensation I felt was that of the trucker's hard meat easing out of my throat just a bit. I raised my head to try and coax it back down but Jeb just held me still.
"Lay back boy. I've got a treat for you." Just then his cock stirred and a hot river of piss followed his cum down into my stomach. He must have pissed for twenty minutes, with me greedily swallowing it all.
At last Jeb got up, drawing the length of his dick from my raw throat and leaving me on the ground gasping for air and whimpering for more. He kicked my side jovially with his boot (I hadn't even noticed that he had left his boots on) and said "Good boy. Now don't you worry your pretty little cocksucker head none, I'll be back through at the end of the week, and we can have us some real fun." He held up his hand, made a fist, and winked. "Would you like that boy?"
Earl nodded at me coldly. "Yes, sir." I answered.
My master collected twenty dollars from Jeb and tucked it into the coffee can.
"All right son," he said as Jeb's truck headed down the road to the interstate. "I'll be getting back to work now myself. We don't get much traffic around here because of that new damn interstate. I called Jeb last night so you'd have at least one customer today. He's got a CB, so we should get us some good publicity. Some of the old timers still pull down the highway from time to time. When they see that the flag's up, they know that the fag's in."
With that, Earl strode off through the brush, leaving me alone on the ground, still licking the cum and piss from my lips.
As I sat there, with a full belly and a dildo still hung up inside me, I couldn't help but admit to myself that I was very happy. I soon found myself wishing that every car I heard approach from the highway would be my next piece of cock. As the day wore on though I feared that I would return home with only twenty dollars for my master and only one load of cum for myself. As it turns out there was something much more important that I should have been worrying about.