"Here he is" Sheriff Mort held the boy by the arm. "He's yours for a year. Judge gave him two, he's been with us 6 months, got a sassy mouth, does chores ok, but fuck we can't keep him and if we send up to Morris City, he'll get major crap from those guys. Look at him. Looks like the boy next door right? "
"What did he do?" Ralph Kenny, the owner of the farm asked.
"Stole shit, car, truck, hell even a tractor. I don't know what he was thinking. You can't outrun a cop car in a tractor son" The cop put his face next to the boy he held tight "stupid punk".
"Well if he does chores, that's ok. I'll get the boys to take charge of him. Won't be like the prison crowd, well it will but at least no drugs and tattoos here" Ralph laughed.
"Just what he needs to be put in his place. What's that boy?"
"Nuttin" the boy muttered again.
"See? He's got a mouth on him. But I suspect your boys can use that mouth." The man laughed "Hell the last one I brought to you ended up ok. Still in the Marines." The sheriff nodded satisfied with his decision. "And then there were those brothers, whatever happened to them?"
"I get a card now and then. One is on a ship somewhere, Navy and his brother works in a garage in San Francisco. Says he found a new life right here on this farm."
"Good job Ralph. If anybody knew what we did with these kids, they'd freak out. But we change their lives, that's for sure. And Judge Kelly knows."
"Yep he visits now and then." Ralph said "So hand him over"
"Sure thing. Hey he's got one of my overalls on, flip flops are his I guess, unless he stole those too. His clothes got tore up bad when we caught him in the wreck. Strip boy!"
"What?" the boy looked up at the Sheriff and then at Ralph.
"You heard me, I need that stuff back. You can earn yourself clothes from this man. He now owns you totally, understand. If you run away, I'll get you and put you with the nastiest men you've ever met. You'll end up their punk, with tattoos, a drug habit and probably be dead long before you get out. So fucking strip."
Sam was trapped and knew it. They had driven hours to this farm far away from any city or town. And once they left the highway, driving over potholes in dirt roads, he didn't know where he was.
The joy ride was across several states. Hitchhiking, money he grabbed from convenience stores and glove compartment in stolen cars. But it wasn't until he got to this small county that anyone seemed to want to catch him. The local leos seemed to send all their deputies and cars after him.
The final chase cornered him driving a tractor. Sam thought he could use the vehicle to push a car out of the way but instead the cars tipped it over and down a hillside catching on fire in the gulch.
Clothes torn, dizzy and his head banged up, Sam became their captive. He sat in a jail cell for days. The Sheriff told him to behave and maybe he'd get out without seeing a judge.
Instead, Sam knelt taking the cock of one of the deputies until his throat was filled with the familiar taste of cum. And as the deputy was dressing, Sam escaped.
Wearing the bright red overalls, he stood in front of the Judge who read from Sam's record of break-ins, runaways, stolen cars and other past crimes.
Now he stood on some far away farm where he was told he'd serve his sentence. At least he wasn't in a cell with some older men who would turn him into some kind of drugged out punk spending his time getting fucked by anyone that wanted him.
Not that he worried about sex. He had sucked and fucked since he was a kid. His step father and friends took advantage of his preteen revelation with other boys.
"Fucking get out of those damn clothes" The Sheriff yelled in his ear. Sam felt the man's lips against his flesh.
Sam wondered if he'd end up the butt boy for the man. He was amazed how the man's harsh words and bullying aroused him. He even thought about him when jacking off in his cell. Maybe it reminded him of his Step Father who used him for years until he ran away. But that didn't happen. The Sheriff seemed to enjoy pushing him around but that's all. And after he sucked the deputy the man seemed to keep his distance.
He unbuttoned the overalls and handed them to the man. He was naked now.
The farmer looked him over, walking around him.
"The boys are gonna love this. Boy you're going to be their property. You'll keep their bunkhouse clean, take care of their clothes and whatever needs they have at night."
He slapped Sam's butt and laughed.
"Lucky farm hands" The Sheriff said waving goodbye as he strutted to his car.
"Just keep quiet and do what they say and you'll get along. If you want to run away, go. You know where you'll end up. Stick around and work hard and you'll be healthy, eat well, have more sex then you ever thought possible. Oh yea, after a week, I'll get you clothes...until then you get what you can from the guys. Here they come in fact."
Sam stood shivering despite the summer afternoon sun. He was soon surrounded by a group of dirty men of all ages. Some looked Hispanic, another Asian, two were African Americans and the others were Caucasian.
"What the fuck do we have here?" One man said in a slightly southern drawl.
"Well you guys are getting disgusting so I got you a pet. Just take care of him, teach him, use him however you want." Ralph smiled.
"However we want?" Another man said
"Yep, he's use to it, but maybe not like you dirty lot. Oh yea, make him keep that damn bunkhouse clean and he can take care of laundry too."
"Shit sounds like a boy wife"
Sam looked at the ground knowing he was being enslaved.
"Yea, get him to work with you too. I want that scrawny body of his to look a hell of a lot better by the time the Judge comes by."
"How long do we have?"
"He usually gives us 90 days at first" Ralph said "If he works hard that will show some progress."
"You ready boy?" one of the farm hands said putting his hand on Sam's butt.
"Fuck off" Sam blurted out "Leave me alone"
The group laughed.
"Shit kid that's one thing that won't happen. Get it straight, you belong to us and we're gonna turn you around. Go ahead guys he's all yours." Ralph said and turned away.
Before Sam realized it his hands were wrapped in rope and one of the farm hands used it as a leash yanking him toward the bunk house.
"So son, you ready to leave?" it was 18 months later. Sheriff Mort stood waiting. He tried to hide his reaction to the tall, muscled young man standing in front of him beside Ralph.
His bare shoulders were framed by the wife beater he word. The jeans fit him tight and the boots made him look like a proper farm boy. He held the baseball cap he had on having revealed his shaven head.
"Sam's done good. A good farm hand" Ralph said obviously proud of the improvements the boy made.
"Wondered why he stayed 6 months longer then he had to" The Sheriff said.
"Needed the work Sir" Sam said.
The two men grew quiet.
"Sorry" Sam apologized for interrupting.
The Sheriff nodded. "Hell Ralph you did it again, so boy where are you off to now? Navy, Marines, home?"
"Well Sir, if Mr. Kenny wants me, I could work here, I uh like the work." Sam truthfully said. He had indeed become proud of the farm work he did, learning how to repair equipment, work in the barn and the fields with the men who had trained him.
"Hmmm hadn't thought of that. Usually the boys are anxious to leave. If you stay can't say I have a bed for you. You'll have to continue you know taking care of the farmhands, share their bunkhouse and beds." Ralph said.
"Boy you want keep being their butt boy?" The Sheriff asked.
"They've taught me stuff" Sam said adding a respectful "Sir".
He was indeed quite happy to be called upon to suck cock, receive hard cocks anally, wash them, take care of their dirty clothes and boots, sweep the bunkhouse and do whatever they said.
Then the weekends they all went into town he spent time with the owner, being Ralphs companion, doing chores in the house, kitchen and servicing the man as he needed.
He felt like he not only belonged but had a purpose.
"Well hell, son I guess you can stick around" Ralph said "
"Hell Ralph looks like you owe me one this time. Come on boy time for you to thank me proper"
Sam followed the Sheriff to his car where he would lean over in the seat and service the man who saved his life. He was thankful and learned how to show it even more during the past 18 months.