Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 07:55:46 -0700
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: The Old man in the Barn

The Old Man in the Barn.
By BMAN.

My name is Carlos, I first came to this country when I was fifteen. I came
across with the help of a Coyotaje. There were five of us that night. They
said it was always easier to cross in a small groups. I came with my
friend, Juan Torres. You see, we were both gay, maricon or puta as we were
sometimes called. We suffered many abuses from the police because we were
gay.

Once across the border, our hopes and dreams were fueled by the stories of
great opportunities in America. We were covered up in the back of a truck
and taken to an old farm. When the canvas was pulled off, we were inside a
large barn. At the time I did not know it, but the farm was owned by Carl
Barton and his son James. At one point in they were getting money for the
use of their farm to smuggle Mexican into the country.

Now, the Cartel was running everything and the Barton's had nothing to say
about what did or did not happen. The Cartel kept the old man, Carl Barton
in the barn away from his son. That gave them leverage against the son to
do whatever they needed him to do. The leader was Diego Cruz and two others
with him, Luis and Hector. The farm produced hay, cotton and cattle.
Everyone that came across had to work at the farm to pay off their debt for
crossing.

We had our meals in the main house, up away from the barn. The first time I
saw James Barton, he was in the kitchen, completely naked except. There
were also two women who were preparing food. Diego shouted.  "Hey, puta!"
At first I thought he was calling me or Juan, but instead he was calling
the white man, James.

"Get your ass busy! Set the table!"  We watched James hurry about, setting
the table. I was thinking how sexy his naked butt looked as he bent over
the table to place the dishes. I liked to watch his thick circumcised cock
swing back and forth. He was an older man, I guess maybe 35 or 38. It was
obvious that Diego and the others were using James as a slave. I noticed a
few red welts on his ass and thighs.

We sat down to eat, Diego ordered James to get on his knees next to the
table and place his hands behind his head. He remained like that until it
was time for him to clean the table. After dinner, Juan and me and the
other three men were taken to the barn to sleep for the night. That was the
first time I saw Carl Barton. Hector opened the door to show us.  "Here is
the other puta! This is the father! You can have some fun with him if you
like."

Carl was sort of a husky man, balding on the top with gray around the
sides. His arms were pulled back and tied, making his chest stick out. I
guess he was about 58 to 60 years old. He was completely naked, kneeling in
front of an old wooden pole. A collar around his neck held his head close
to the pole. His mouth was wrapped around a large dildo that was fastened
to the pole. I remember his cock looked really horny and anxious to
serve. It was already partly hard, and I loved those two heavy balls
hanging down. I felt my cock swelling up almost immediately.

Hector swatted him across the ass and laughed.  "Hey, old man! You like to
have cock in your mouth?"  I saw him nod his head. It looked as if he was
accustom to his nudity and his bondage. I didn't know for how long, but I
guessed they kept him naked and tied up all the time. I could see he was
ready to obey all orders without question.  "You like to suck some new
cock?"  Again, the old man quickly nodded.

Hector unfastened the clasp on the collar, then slapped him across the
face.  "Open your mouth, puta!"  The old man opened wide.  "Go ahead! Stick
your cock in there. He knows how to suck. He's been doing it long enough."
I was the first to go, sliding my hard six inch cock into his waiting
mouth.

Hector was right, the old man did know how to suck. It had been a long time
since I had my cock in a warm mouth. He made me cum within a minute. Hector
stepped up next, ramming his cock into the old man's mouth. He slapped him
across the face again.  "Get hard and wet! So I can fuck your hairy pussy!"
All of us watched as Hector shoved Carl over a bail of hay and gave him a
hard fucking.

Hector motioned to Juan.  "Go ahead! He loves a hard cock up his white
ass!"  Juan stepped up, humping him several more minutes. Juan slowly
backed away after shooting his load of sperm into the old man. The other
three men preferred to have their cock's sucked. They held his head steady
as they fucked his face. The sides of his lips were dribbling sperm down
onto his hairy chest.

I was turned on by the site of his heavy balls swinging back and forth and
his hard cock bobbing up and down. The men fucked his face and his cock got
harder, and it was a beautiful cock. Thick and uncut, the big head fully
out from under the skin. I never got tired watching a mature naked man on
his knees sucking cocks. It gave me another erection. Hector yanked Carl to
his feet.

"I like the way your cock gets hard after sucking!"  Hector slapped the old
man's cock, he flinched in pain.  "How long since your milking?"  "10 days,
sir."  Hector slapped his cock again, only twice this time.  The old man's
legs quivered as he bent forward, but his cock stayed rock hard.

"You don't deserve to be milked! Get back to the pole!"  The old man knelt
down in front of the pole, taking the dildo back into his mouth. Hector
fastened the clasp to the ring on the collar. I glanced between his legs
and saw some sperm still leaking from his anus. Hector looked at us.  "You
got work tomorrow. Go get to sleep!"

I tried to sleep, but I kept thinking about the old man in the room at the
end of the barn. Carl Barton had probably never been naked in front of
anybody except his wife. Now he's being abused and humiliated for the fun
of it by Diego and his perverted men. I couldn't get the picture of how
horny his cock looked. He has been kept for ten days without having an
orgasm. Suddenly, Juan's hand rested on my crotch. I slid my hand under his
shorts and felt how hard his cock was. He must have been having the same
thoughts as me.

The next day, before work, we all gathered at the table for breakfast.
James was naked serving everyone, then assuming his position on the floor
by the table. This morning I noticed he was wearing a double cock ring. It
made his balls stand out more. His ass and chest were red, obviously marks
from a leather belt. Diego smiled at me and Juan.

"I hear you two boys got to meet the old man in the barn."  We nodded
respectfully.  "You can use him anytime you want. As long as your work is
done!"  We didn't know what to say, so Juan and I just smiled and nodded
again.

That night Juan and me went down to the barn. The old man was down on his
knees. His arms were stretched above his head, tied to a rope wrapped
around a beam. A black dildo was sticking in his mouth. His stocky naked
body looked so hot tied up like that. My cock began to swell just from the
sight of him. Juan and I both noticed his enlarged cock. Juan walked up to
him and pulled the dildo out of his mouth.

"Suck my cock, old man!"  Mr. Barton quickly wrapped his lips around Juan's
cock.  "Yeah......that's good, yeah.......nice."  The old man's cock stood
straight in the air, twitching as he sucked Juan off.  I couldn't resist
those two hard nipples protruding from his chest.

I grabbed them with my fingers and pinched as hard as I could. That was the
reaction I wanted to see. I pinched and twisted them some more. He shook
his head back and forth, then I saw his cock twitch again. This time a
large stream of his milk shot in the air. His cock snapped up and down as
his hips rocked with each spurt. It was the greatest thing I ever watched.

Juan didn't think it was great because the old man's seed shot all over his
pant legs and on his shoes. I was laughing as I stepped up and shoved my
hard cock into the old man's mouth.  "That's good, old man. Suck it and
swallow everything!"  It wasn't very long until he did just that. I closed
my eyes and enjoyed every moment.

Juan and I climbed into bed and turned the light out. I kept seeing the old
man's cock squirting his milk and his big balls swinging back and forth. It
made me hard all over again. I whispered over to Juan.  "What do you
suppose it would be like to suck that old man's cock?"  "I don't know. It's
pretty big and fat. Probably choke to death."  At least we had a good laugh
before going to sleep.

Juan and I spent the next three weeks at the farm before we were
transported up to a city up north and then later out west. For those three
weeks Juan and I had a lot of fun with the old man in the barn. We usually
had to wait until the others left then we could be alone with him. Diego
brought the old man's son, James to the bar once. He made the old man suck
his son off and drink his seed.

Sometimes Diego would turn James over to the women. I don't know what they
did with him, but we always heard a lot of yelping and screaming coming
from the house. Almost every night, Juan and I would sneak down to the barn
and fuck the old man. Looking at him always tied up and naked, I always
though what a powerful body in such a submissive situation. I was also
amazed at how much punishment his balls could take.

Juan and I both liked to yank and pull on them, even slapping them just to
see his reaction. One night I was playing with his balls, slapping them
from side to side. It took both of us by surprise, the old man began
shooting his milk without ever touching cock. I guessed the combination of
me slapping his balls and Juan pinching his nipples must have made him
shoot automatically.

When we left the farm, Juan or me never went back again. I heard that
several months after we left, the police caught Diego and his men. James
and Carl were freed from their captivity. Although I never heard, I liked
to assume they returned to a good life. I always had a special fondness for
that old man in the barn. It's funny how fate has dealt the deck. Now, I am
that old man. Except I'm the old man in the basement.

Kneeling there on the floor, naked, legs wide open, bound and gagged.
Waiting for my tormentors to arrive and put me through my paces. They are
some very very mean men. Martin Santos and his brother Daniel, my two
grandsons.

END