Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2018 15:10:21 -0400
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: A Case of Perfect Timing 9

This story is complete fiction and not based on anyone real. Never do
things like this in real life. All characters are over eighteen and you
must be over eighteen to read it.

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A Case of Perfect Timing

Part 9

Daryl woke up on top of the boy two hours later. He thought about railing
the boy again, but decided it was time to shower and get to work.

He left the boy lying there as he cleaned up and ate a bowl of cereal.
Today was going to be a long day.

Adam had fallen back asleep about thirty minutes after his master came in
him. When the weight of Daryl was off of him, he woke up instantly. He
didn't move and was terrified the man would use him again. Instead, he
heard the shower run and then noise from the kitchen. He fell back asleep
with a literal weight off him.

The next thing Adam knew, he was being grabbed by the collar and dragged
back to the garden.

The next ten hours were spent tilling the garden soil. The soil was hard
and dry and it was the most difficult work the boy had done. He finally
understood the term back breaking labor. He felt like every part of his
body hurt.

Everytime he started to slow down, he saw his master shake the whip and so
kept working as fast as he could. The only breaks he received were five
minutes when he was given water and three minutes when he was given a meal
drink.

When the sun finally went down, he was pulled inside and given tools to
drill in the wall. The next three hours were spent making sure he would be
able to be safely locked and chained in any of the rooms with no chance of
escape.

Adam finished around nine pm. He was covered in sweat and sawdust. Daryl
wasted no time in removing his collar and the ballgag and sending the boy
to the shower to clean up.

He made himself some more chili while he waited for the boy to be done. He
also got himself a beer and a cigar and put a football game on.

The boy came out naked and wet. Daryl took a drag of the cigar and thought
to himself what a beautiful little animal the kid was. His animal.

His dick swelled a little in his pants remembering the earlier fuck.

He stood and gestured for the boy to come over to him.

Then he told Adam, "Undress me."

Adam, his slave, unbuttoned his flannel shirt and laid it on the bed. Then
he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and knelt to take them off.

Then they were both naked.

They couldn't be more different. One a short, young, smooth, skinny
teenager. The other a tall, bearded, rugby built man in his fifties. One
property. One master.

Daryl relocked the collar around the boy's neck and then pushed him to his
knees in front of the couch.

All Daryl said then was, "Foot massage."

Daryl enjoyed the foot rub as he relaxed for about fifteen minutes. Then he
brought the boy's hands to his calves and then his thighs.

A side effect of the massage was his slowly hardening cock.

He decided it was time to teach the nigger boy another lesson.

He triggered the remote on the collar to knock the boy down and leave him
out of it for a moment.

Then he got a pair of plyers, knelt down, and opened the boy's mouth. He
wrapped the plyers around one of Adam's teeth as if to pull it out.

Then he spoke:

These teeth are mine as much as the rest of you. If I feel them on my cock,
ever, I am tying you to a post and whipping you bloody. The next time I am
going to take them out and enjoy gummy blowjobs from then on. I'm leaving
them in in case I need to feed you protein to build muscle and because I
like the way you look with them. That could change anytime. Blink if you
understand.

Adam blinked.

Daryl let go of the tooth and set the plyers down by the couch.

Then he spread his legs out and relaxed.

He was about to enjoy three hours of head.

He told the boy, "Start by licking my balls. Then I want your tongue up my
ass. I'll grab your head and feed you my dick when it's time for the main
event."

Adam understood.