Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 12:48:10 EST
From: Mark
Subject: Paul-Eric-Farm

Part I

I grew up on a dairy farm in the rural Midwest.  I was the typical all
American farmboy with good looks and a rural looking innocence girls loved,
though my sexual behavior was anything but innocent.  In high school I
dated girls and fucked or got blow jobs from everyone of them I went out
with.  The farm kept me busy and from applying myself to academics or
sports.  My sport was sex anyways.

When I was a senior my Father lost the farm to the bank due to large debts.
So when I graduated high school I sought out to find a dairy farm to work
and live at.  I enjoyed farming and it was the only thing I seemed to know
how to do.  With my grades I couldn't hardly get into college and I had no
interest in it anyway.

I found an add from a farmer looking for, "hard working young man for
general dairy farm work and some field work.  Accommodations available.
Must be in good shape for hard work."  I wasn't afraid of hard work and I
knew I was in good shape.  I was a lean muscular stud weighing 180 pounds
and 6 feet tall and blond hair.  I called the farmer and after him asking
me several questions he seemed very interested in meeting me so I drove out
to the farm.  He came out of the barn and introduced himself, "Hi I am
Paul.  You must be Eric that responded from the ad."  "Yes" I replied.  I
said, "It seems like you have quite a huge operation here.  I can
understand why your looking for farm help."  Paul was a good looking man of
about 35 and you could tell the hard farm work kept him in shape.

I stayed and helped Paul with milking cows that evening.  We hit it off
really well together.  After chores Paul offered me the job.  He showed me
the accommodations and introduced me to his wife who seemed ambivalent to
my new presence in their house.  I moved in the next day and started
working with Paul on the farm the following day.  It was a great feeling to
be working on a farm again.  Being in a new town and area I didn't know
anybody, and no release for sex.  Being only 19 at the time I was always
horny and found myself masturbating a lot.

after about a week of being on the farm with Paul, he caught me up in the
hay loft beating my cock.  When I saw him I quickly tried shoving my 9 inch
cock in my coveralls, but it was too late because he had seen me.  "Boy
what the hell are you doing up here?" he asked.  Though knowing full well
what I was doing.  Nervous and scared I said, "Please Paul I am sorry, I
was just so horny, I couldn't control myself.  Please don't fire me
please...  I beg you!"  He looked at the huge bulge in my coveralls.  He
then ordered me to take off my coveralls and I did as I was ordered.  Then
he ordered me to take off my sweatshirt and T-shirt as well.  Then he
ordered me to take off my underwear and my huge cock bounced free and hard
in the cool autumn air of the barn.  There I stood naked with only my work
boots on, I felt so ashamed and vulnerable.  I didn't quite know what Paul
was going to do with me.  Then he said, "Eric you have a very nice prick
there, you should be proud of it."  "Thank you sir," I said.  He then
walked up to me and put his bare hand around my throbbing cock and began
stroking it.  I couldn't believe what was happening, much less how good it
felt to have a man stroking my cock.  He then asked me, "Do you want to
keep your job here?"  "Yes very much so sir!" I exclaimed.  "Then are you
willing to do whatever I ask you?  And listen and obey my every command?"
I needed this job very badly, I had no money and no place to go so I agreed
not knowing what I was embarking on.  "Very well, I guess I have me a new
slave boy," Paul said.

He was stroking my hard throbbing cock, he then ordered me to turn around,
he said, "I want to inspect my new piece of ass I have here."  He grabbed
my ass cheeks and slid a finger up against my hole.  I was frightened but
yet excited by being dominated and ordered around at the same time.  I had
so many mixed emotions.  He then slid his finger up my ass.  I almost blew
my wad right there.  The feeling of having something up my ass got me so
excited.

It wasn't long though and Paul ordered me to kneel down in front of him.
He unbuttoned his bib overalls he had on and let them drop down around his
dirty work boots.  He then ordered me, "Boy, I want you to suck my cock
real good now."  His cock was just bulging against his underwear trying to
burst out into a full erection.  I peeled his underwear off to reveal his
beautiful 10 inch cock.  Paul wasted no time and pushed his cock into my
mouth and down my throat.  It didn't take long and Paul was riding my face.
He started making comments like, "Damn boy I am glad I hired you, you are
one hell of a good cock sucker!  That's it suck that fucking prick of
mine!"  I could hardly breath he was ramming his cock so far down my
throat.  Then with no warning I could feel my mouth flood with his warm hot
juice.  I tried to swallow as much as I could, but he just continued to
pump my mouth full of his cum.

After Paul released his load in my mouth he proceeded to pull his bib
overalls back up.  He then said, "Eric, I don't want you to touch that
throbbing cock of yours.  You can put your sweatshirt back on, but that's
it.  And I only want you to zipper that sweatshirt up half way, so if I
want I can feel those tits of yours."  I did as he ordered.  "Now finish up
getting those bales of hay down to the feeding bin.  Then we will start
milking, after milking I want to try out a piece of that ass of yours.  Is
that understood boy?"  I replied, "Yes Sir!"  There I stood bare ass naked
with only a pair of work boots on and a hooded sweatshirt.  My hardon would
not let up either, I had to work around the barn with my cock bouncing
around in front of me.  I felt so humiliated, but turned on at the same
time.  We milked the cows which took about 2 and a half hours.  Whenever
Paul would pass me while we were milking in the barn he would take his
leather gloved hand and slap my ass and give me a deep tonguing kiss. He
knew I was his and I belonged to him now and he could do whatever he wanted
to me.  His control and dominance made me feel excited and secure at the
same time.

When we had finished milking I began to get weak in the knees for I knew
what was coming.  My hard cock still bouncing out in front of me.  We had
let the cows out of the barn and I was cleaning the barn floor from all the
cow shit when Paul came up behind me.  He grabbed me and pressed himself
into me.  He reached around me and unzipped my sweatshirt the rest of the
way and started squeezing my nipples and caressing my body.  While I could
feel his mancock bulging in his overalls as he rhythmically pressed it into
my ass.  Paul said, "Eric, are you ready to have your ass tore apart by my
cock?  I am going to ride that ass of yours long and hard!"  I replied,
"Yes sir."  As I almost fainted from the sexual excitement.

Paul then ordered me to lay down on my back on a couple of bales of hay.
Paul then unbuttoned his bib overalls and let them fall down around his
work boots.  His huge prick bouncing to attention without hardly any help.
He took some lubricant that is used on the cows teats so that the milking
machine would slide on better and greased up his cock.  He had me right
where he wanted me, my ass was right about his cock level as he stood
there.  Paul then flung my work boots over his shoulders and positioned
himself for penetration. I could feel him press against my ass hole.  Paul
began to slide in against great resistance.  He made it in about three
inches when I yelped in pain, "please Paul stop! It hurts!  You're too fucking
big for my ass!  Stop!"  He ignored my pleas and continued to even press
further into my ass.  He said, "give it time boy your ass will adjust to my
prick. It will have to because I am going to fuck this ass all the time.
It won't be long before your begging me to fuck you all the time."  Paul
finally managed to force his entire 10 inch cock up my ass.  He then paused
to give me time to adjust to his massive cock up my ass.  I felt so
dominated and at his mercy, him on top of me with his huge prick up my ass
ready to ride me.  Even though I was in terrible pain it excited me like
nothing has ever excited me before.

Paul slowly began to move his cock in and out of my ass.  His throbbing
cock jolting against my prostrate, it felt so good.  I began to feel the
pleasure that Paul had promised I would feel.  I began moaning and groaning
with pleasure as Paul picked up the pace of his assault on my ass.  Paul
said, "damn boy you have one tight ass!  You are so fucking hot!"  I
started begging him to fuck me harder, "aaahhhh, oh fuck Paul!  Fuck me!
Fuck me deeper and harder!"  And he did fuck me deeper and harder.

It wasn't long and I was releasing my hot cum juice.  My orgasm caused me
to jolt and buck on the cock that was assaulting my ass.  This inturn
caused Paul to explode and release jets of his hot love juice up my ass.
It felt great having him explode in my ass.  He then collapsed on top of me
with his cock still up my ass.  I had only been on the farm a week now and
after this experience today I didn't know if I would ever want to leave.

When Paul regained his strength he pulled out of me and pulled up his bib
overalls.  He ordered me to put my coveralls back on.  He said to me, "now
when we go up to the house I want you to act normal like nothing happened
down here.  Is that understood?"  Again I replied, "Yes sir."  I had
wondered if Paul had done this with all his former farm hands that worked
for him.  But I didn't care because now I was Paul's and I belonged to him.
When we went up to the house we changed out of our barn clothes and went
into the kitchen and Paul kissed his wife just like normal.  From then on
our barn life and house life were to remain distinctly separate.

After dinner I went to my bedroom exhausted and sore from being fucked by
Paul.  Paul knocked on my bedroom door and came in.  Standing in front of
me he tossed a couple of jock straps at me.  He said, "From now on I want
you to wear only one of these jock straps and only your sweatshirt under
your coveralls when you get dressed to come out to the barn.  Get some rest
because tomorrow is going to be another long day."  I replied, "Yes sir.
Thank you sir."

When I awoke early the next morning I slid the jock strap on, wow what a
perfect snug fit I thought to myself.  I proceeded down to the porch of the
house where I put on my sweatshirt and slid into my barn coveralls.  I was
putting on my work boots when Paul came out and told me to put on the tall
rubber boots.  He said, "Eric wear the rubber boots this morning because
after milking your going to shovel shit and then take the tractor out and
spread it in the fields."  I did as I was told and put on the long rubber
boots.

When we reached the barn Paul told me to take my coveralls off.  He then
brought out a box from within the milk house.  He pulled out a dildo with
straps on it.  He greased it up and told me to bend over.  He slid the
dildo all the way up my ass and then secured the straps to keep it in
place.  He then took out clamps with weights on them and attached them to
my nipples.  I was in pain but I knew better then to resist what I had
coming to me.  He then said, "OK boy, lets go to work, we have a lot of
work to do today.  And this is the way you are to remain until I say so.  I
also don't want you to even think abut touching that cock of yours.  Is
that understood?"  I replied, "Yes sir."  I felt even more humiliated then
the day before.  There I was with a 12 inch dildo strapped up my ass and
weights hanging from my tits.  At least I was able to keep my hooded
sweatshirt on and the jock strap to cover my equipment.  Though the dildo
caused me to get a massive erection and my cock strained against the mesh
material of the jock strap.  I wanted to beat off so bad but I knew I
couldn't.

After we had finished with the morning chores milking the cows, Paul
ordered me to go bring the tractor and manure spreader up to the barn from
one of the sheds.  I said, "But Paul look at me, what if your wife sees me
walking to the shed in only a jock strap?"  He replied, "Are you
questioning my order?" I put my head down, for I knew I should not have
questioned his command.  "No sir, I am sorry.  I will go bring the tractor
and manure spreader down immediately."  I walked out of the barn feeling so
frightened someone might see me in a jock strap with an erection bulging
out in front of me.  But I did as I was ordered.

When I returned to the barn with the tractor Paul put me to work shoveling
manure into the spreader.  When I had filled the spreader Paul came back
and ordered me into the cab of the tractor with him.  Paul said, "While I
am driving out to the field I want you to take my cock out any give me some
good head."  I unbuttoned his bib overalls and pulled them down freeing his
cock and balls.  I wasted no time and started sucking on my masters cock.
Again Paul didn't hesitate to force the back of my head down on his growing
cock.  Without mercy he assaulted my mouth with his cock.  When we reached
the field Paul pulled me off his cock.  He then turned me around and
removed the massive dildo that was stuck up my ass all morning.  He then
told me I should remove my jock strap, so I splipped it down over my boots.
He then removed the clamps from my tits.  It felt so good to free my cock
from its restraint and let it swing free. My tits felt so relieved as well.
My master then started sucking on my tits with his mouth.  But the relief
was not to last.

As Paul sat in the drivers seat of the tractor, he ordered me to sit on his
cock.  "I am going to fuck that ass of yours as we spread this shit in the
fields.  You steer the tractor while I concentrate on fucking your ass."
He removed the dildo only to be replaced by his massive 10 inch cock.  He
told me, "I don't want to hear anymore sissy shit out of you about it
hurting!  Your going to get fucked all the time so get used to it!"  "Yes
sir," I replied.  He then rammed his massive rod up my ass.  The searing
pain filled my body but I restrained from crying or complaining.  I knew my
body was adjusting to this new intruder that was invading my body, for it
wasn't long at all and I was again moaning in pleasure.  There we were
driving through the field spreading shit and me getting fucked up the ass.
The bouncing and jolting of the tractor as it drove through the field
forced Paul's cock even further and harder up my ass then before.  I knew
if I could just touch my cock it would explode with cum, but my master
wouldn't let me.

After ramming my ass for 20 minutes Paul finally released a huge load of
hot cum up my ass.  I started yelling I couldn't take it anymore, "Please
let me touch it!  I need to cum I can't take the pressure anymore!  Please
Paul let me cum!"  Then Paul reached around and grabbed my cock and with
only three strokes my young throbbing cock released streams of hot wet cum
from my cock.  Again I started yelling, "aaaahhhh yes!!!  ooohhhh!!!"  It
never felt so good to release my load.  We finished up spreading the shit
and returned to the barn.

The next week brought more sexual torture and assault on my young hot body.
Paul tested and humiliated me every chance he had.  But I knew he loved me,
and only wanted me to serve him with the utmost loyalty.  And I served him
without ever questioning his commands again.

The autumn harvest season was going to change things.  Paul always hires
two local boys to help with baling hay in the summer and harvesting corn in
the Fall.


Part II

It was getting into the third week in October and Paul wanted to start
combining corn next week.  This time of the year is quite busy especially
for this farm because we had over 600 acres of corn to combine.  Paul has
two local farm boys that come in the Summer to bale hay and in the Fall to
help with the harvest time.  I was glad we were going to get some help
because it was difficult to keep up with the farm work in the barn much
less all the field work that needed to be done now.  I also was rather
curious to see if I was the only one that Paul had induced into having sex
with, as well all of the sex games and humiliation.

This was still only my second week on the farm and everything was still
rather new to me.  Especially trying to discern the context of Paul and his
wife's relationship.  It was Thursday morning and I had gotten up and went
down to the barn to start chores.  Paul was very late getting down to the
barn this morning.  When he finally came out of the house I could hear
shouting and screaming coming from Paul and his wife.  I had stepped out of
the barn to see what was happening.  I could see Paul's wife throwing
luggage among other things into the car.  They had obviously had a terrible
fight and it looked like Paul's wife was leaving.  After she had left Paul
came down to the barn.

"I couldn't help over hearing the yelling between the two of you.  Is there
anything I can help with?" I asked.

"Eric, I hate to be honest, but you were the reason we were fighting.  I
had told my wife that we were fucking and that I no longer loved her.  She
couldn't understand me being attracted to nice tight ass piece of ass like
you.  Like any bitch she didn't take it very well.  But don't worry, it was
for the best.  This was inevitable and bound to happen sooner or later.
And after all I have you as my little fuck boy."  As he razzed my hair with
his glove and slapped me on the ass.  "This means your just going to have
to do more work in the barn and the house now.  Being that I am now free to
do whatever the fuck I want with you and where I want to do it, you best
get those coveralls off."

I slipped my coveralls off and stood there in my jock strap and sweatshirt
and workboots awaiting my next order.  "Bend over I have a but plug here
that your going to wear today."  I bent over and Paul shoved a massive but
plug up my ass.  It strained against my prostrate.  This new weapon of
Paul's was going to drive me fucking crazy.  Paul hadn't touched me either
since Tuesday and it was now Thursday morning, I was really fucking horny.
Paul grabbed me by the neck and brought me up to his mouth.  He laid a huge
long French kiss on me.  He embraced me and pulled me tight into him and
sucked on my face.  His right hand dropped down and he rubbed it against my
throbbing hard on under the jock strap.  "Before you blow a wad, kid, lets
get back to work and finish milking."

After we had gotten done milking Paul told me he had to go into town to the
feed mill that he would be back in a couple of hours.  He gave me several
jobs to do in the barn while he was going to be away.  I wanted so bad to
blow a wad from my nuts to relieve my sexual energy.  I had asked Paul
before he left, "Are you sure you don't need me to relieve you or
anything."  I tried hinting that I wanted sex and I wanted it now.  But it
did no good.

"Boy, I know what the fuck you need.  What you need is to listen to your
order and get to work." Paul had an obvious plan though it alluded me at
the time.

Paul had left and I went to work cleaning the barn after chores and
bringing hay down from the hay loft to put into the feed bins.  I could
hear someone enter the barn behind me, I naturally thought it was Paul
coming back and either checking up on me or because he forgot something.
When I turned around there stood not Paul but a huge muscled man with broad
shoulders.  He looked about 29, standing 6'2 with short dark hair.  He
stood there in jeans workboots and a flannel shirt, and with a baseball cap
turned backwards.  "Oh, Excuse me!"  He said, stunned by my appearance.

Oh fuck I thought.  Who the hell is this I thought to myself.  How the hell
am I going to explain me standing here in a jock strap, much less the
evident hard on I was sporting under the strap.  My heart was pounding and
there was no where to run or hide.  I had to face him.

"Oh, Hi!" I said.  "I am Eric, Paul's new farmhand.  Paul went into town to
the feed mill, he will be back in a couple of hours."

"I see.  I am Kevin the milk man.  I came to pick up the milk, I am on this
here route every Thursday morning.  What the fuck happened to your clothes.
Don't you have any jeans or anything?"  He asked innocently.  Though by
where his eyes were focusing I don't think he was so concerned with where
my clothes were but with the bulging rod under my strap.

"Oh I had spilt some chemicals on my coveralls, so I decided to work like
this.  Its all right I don't mind working this way."  I had to think of an
excuse fast, and that was the only thing I could think of to say.  I felt
so embarrassed standing there half naked in front of this guy.  I tried to
pull my sweatshirt down over my package but it didn't help, he knew full
well what I was sporting under there.

"Oh, I see," he said.  "I was expecting to find Paul in here.  I was
hoping to get some help with this valve in the milk house.  It seems to be
jammed I need some help opening it.  Would you mind giving me a hand in
here?"

"Ya, we have had some problems with that valve.  I think Paul needs to
replace it soon."  I said.

"Here Eric, you stand behind me and lets both try and pull that lever
down."  I stood up against him.  The only way I was going to get a decent
grip on the lever was to get up close and I had to practically press my
bulging crotch into his ass.  We did get the valve open with our combined
strength.  I stood there and Kevin turned around and looked me over.
"Thanks for your help with that valve, Eric.  I don't think I could have
gotten it open without you.  Say it looks like that jock strap is rather
uncomfortable and its really not covering much, why don't you just take it
off.  I don't mind."

I knew if Paul had caught me even taking off my jock strap I would be in
big trouble.  But I figured he wanted me to get caught like this and it was
part of his plan.  I also didn't care, I knew it would feel so good to free
my cock, I figured if I would get caught I would deal with the consequences
later.  I pulled my jock strap down over my workboots.  My hardened prick
jumped to attention.  Kevin was shocked by the size of my over 8 inch prick
as it waved to him.

"Holy shit, Eric!  That fuckers huge!  Hey, you some kind of faggot?"
Kevin had asked questioningly, though I think he knew full well where all
this was leading.  After all, he was the one who wanted me to take my strap
off.

"Um, Ya I am gay."  I said hesitantly looking down, hoping he wasn't going
to best the shit out of me or something.

"How about that, Paul has a little faggot boy working for him.  Well looks
like the cows aren't going to be the only thing your going to be milking
here this morning."  Kevin walked over and grabbed my cock in his hand and
began stroking it.  His rough callused hand felt good on my cock.  His face
met my face and we started kissing passionately.  His hands probing my body
as our crotches began grinding into each other.  Feeling this huge stallion
of a man in my arms felt so good.  Every inch of him was hard and firm,
there was no doubt his sculpture of a body came from hard manual labor on a
farm.  When your a farmboy long enough you can always tell when a young man
earned his development on the farm.

Kevin's hands found my ass and subsequently found the but plug up my ass.
He pulled off my mouth and said, "Hot damn, we'll have to replace that with
the real thing soon."  Worried Paul might come back and catch us fucking
around he asked, "How long till Paul is going to come back?"

"We have plenty of time, I he shouldn't be coming back for another hour and
a half."  I was in no mood to worry about Kevin, I just knew I had to have
this stallion.

Kevin said, "I have an idea, Come on."  He lead me by the hand out into the
milking parlor, that's where the cow stalls are and where they get milked.
Paul had two stalls that had the old style stanchion where the cow comes
into the stall and its head gets locked into place.  This keeps the cow in
place during milking.  Kevin lead me over to the stall and told me to place
my head in the stanchion.  He then locked it in place.  This caused me to
be in a locked bent over position.  Then Kevin took some teat lube and
lubed my prick like he would a cows teat before milking.  He then took the
milking machine off the wall and brought it over.  He managed to get about
6 inches of my cock into the milking machine and then turned it on.  I was
so fucking hot, the milking machine kneading and sucking the shit out of my
cock.  I was so ready to just blow my wad, but I tried holding off with all
my might.

Then Kevin removed my but plug from my ass.  "Get ready for the fuck of
your life little queer boy!  Because I am going to ride that ass like its
never been ridden before."  Then pulled his jeans and underwear down around
his ankles and stroked his monstrously thick 7 inch cock a few times and
smeared some teat lube on it.  Then he began slapping my ass with his hand
saying, "Are you ready to get fucked boy?  ahh...?  aahhh...?  Are you
ready?"

"Yes! Yes!" I shouted.  "Fuck me! Fuck me Hard Kevin!"  Then with one hard
shove he buried his cock in my ass.  "Ahh!! Fuck!!  Kevin!!  It Hurts!!"
Kevin wasted no time and began pounding my ass.

"Shut up you fucking faggot boy.  Take it like a man.  You know you fucking
love it.  You know you want it fucking hard."  He was right to, pain or no
pain, I needed to be pounded hard.

As soon as Kevin shoved his cock up my ass and started pounding me I
couldn't control myself any longer.  I blew my wad into the milking
machine.  "ahhh...  ooohhhh...  Fuck Kevin I am cumming!!"  I could see the
hot white juice being sucked through the clear tubing of the milking
machine as I convulsed and bucked against my restraint.  For a brief moment
I thought whoever drinks this milk will get a few extra wholesome nutrients
straight from the farm.

Kevin didn't stop he just continued to plow my ass.  "Yeeee Haaa!!" He
shouted.  And spanked my ass a few times.  My cock continued to be sucked
by the machine and in turn continued to stay rock hard.

There we were my head clamped into a milking stanchion, my cock being
serviced by the milking machine, and this fucking country stud plowing my
ass.  It was then I heard someone clear their throat at the doorway.  "Well
look at here, the milk man is fucking my farmhand."

"Oh! Fuck! Paul!  I am sorry! I...  I..." as Kevin tried stuttering out
words and pulling up his jeans.

Paul made it seem like he was very angry at Kevin.  He rushed over grabbed
him by the neck and threw him into the stanchion next to me.  He quickly
locked Kevin's head into the clamp.  So now Kevin and I were both locked
into the stanchions bent over waiting for Paul and for whatever he was
going to do to us.

Kevin tried pleading with Paul, "I am sorry Paul...  I couldn't help
myself.  Your fucking boy seduced me!  I had to fuck him.  Please let me
go!  Please..."  But Paul had no intentions of letting Paul go, quite the
contrary.

Paul then moved to the front of the stanchions to where our heads were.  He
stepped in front of me and proceeded to pull down his overalls.  "I thought
I told you not to take off your jock strap before I left.  Did you seduce
this boy over here?"  Paul knew full well the situation.  He left me
standing in the barn in a jock strap with a but plug up my ass and a raging
hard on.  What the hell did he expect to happen when the milk man came.

"Suck my cock Boy!"  Paul said sternly as he shoved his cock into my mouth.
He drove his cock in and out of my mouth, with my head locked in the
stanchion I was forced to take everything he gave me, and that was close to
the full 10 inches of his enormous cock.

But Paul didn't blow his wad down my throat.  As soon as he was getting
close he pulled out and walked over to his new possession, Kevin.  "I am
going to teach you for fucking my farmhand.  I am going to fucking drive my
cock up your ass."  He quickly smeared some lube on his cock and positioned
himself behind Kevin.

Kevin began shouting, "No, Stop Paul!  Please No!  Don't Fuck Me!"  Kevin
bucked and pulled against the restraints.  He tried kicking Paul but with
his jeans down around his ankles his attempts were futile.

Paul wasted no time and began pushing his hard cock into Kevin's tight ass.
"ahhh...!  Fuck! Stop It!  Kevin shouted.  "Your going to tear my asshole
apart!"  But Paul knew the kid was in pain, but also knew the kid's limit.
And he was going push him to his limit.  He got almost the entire length of
his monster cock up his ass when he paused and let Kevin adjust to the
girth of the cock up his virgin ass.

"It's all right kid, just relax."  Paul said trying to soothe the kid and
relax him.  As soon as Paul felt him relax his ass muscles he started
moving his cock in and out.

"My God, I feel like I am being fucked by a horse!"  Kevin continued to
verbally resist the rape.  But it wasn't long and Kevin's body movements
were going contrary to his verbal resistance.  Paul also began picking up
the pace and it wasn't long and Paul was riding Kevin real hard.

Kevin also couldn't hide the pleasure any longer and began moaning and
groaning.  "Ah.. Yes, ohhh Fuck Me!"  Said Kevin.  "Ya take that fucking
prick of mine!  You know you love it."  Paul shouted back.

Then Kevin started convulsing against the restraints as he shot his load.
Paul couldn't hold back any longer either and let his load shoot up Kevin's
ass.  You could tell Kevin was in ecstasy as Paul filled him with his hot
juice. The sight made me shoot yet another load into the milking machine.

Paul let Kevin out of the restraint of the stanchion and thanked him for
the great fuck.  Kevin assured him he would be back next Thursday morning
for some more fun.  Kevin slapped me on the ass and thanked me ass well.
Kevin kind of limped out of the barn after getting his ass stretched to new
limits and took off in his milk truck.

"Now, what the hell am I going to do with you."  Paul said to me as I
remained their in the restraint of the stanchion and the milking machine
sucking the shit out of me yet.  "I think your going to remain there
through the afternoon for doing what you did to Kevin."

"No, Please it hurts!  Its sucking the shit out of me!"  I yelled.

"Don't complain or I will make it longer."  Then Paul left me there to go
out and work in the fields for the afternoon.  I ended up dropping yet
another 3 loads of cum that afternoon into the milking machine.

After several hours of constant sucking from the milking machine Paul
finally let me out of the restraint and took off the milking machine.  He
rubbed some lotion on my sore and exhausted penis and let me put my jock
strap and coveralls back on.  After milking cows that night I had to go up
to the house and make dinner.  After Paul's wife left the farm, I was given
much more work and responsibility.  I was both a "farmhand" and in many
ways I was Paul's "bitch."

I hadn't had much experience cooking so I hoped I wasn't going to
disappoint Paul with my cooking.  We sat down for dinner and Paul didn't
mention or comment about the food.  We were busy talking about different
things going on with the farm and different things that needed to be done.

When Paul finished his dinner I asked him if he like it.  "Did you like
dinner Paul?"

"Ya I did Boy, you did a good job.  I liked it so much you deserve a little
something special.  Get your fucking ass over here.  With one swoop of his
arm he cleared the dishes to one side of the table and threw me down on my
back.  He didn't need to take any of my clothes off, because now that we
were the only ones in the house my standard dress in the house was to be
naked.  I got fucked right on the table that evening.  It was the best
dessert I could have had.