Date: Fri, 08 Jan 2021 09:32:37 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Me and the Arkansas Farmer (Authoritarian)

This is an extreme story about an alternative universe where slavery in
America isn't completely illegal. All the slaves were still freed after
the civil war, but a couple of states have laws still allowing slavery.
It is restricted, takes place quietly, is not based on race, and most
people don't even know it exists because it's so rare. The federal
government also tries to end it when it appears using loopholes in law so
things like auctions are almost completely underground.
The US government considers it almost a PR problem and has had it wiped
out almost everywhere, but rural towns in a couple of conservative
states.
This story is about one guy's descent and possible rise out of slavery.

As always, this is a complete work of fiction. It is not based on real
people or real events. All humans are equal and worthy of respect and
must be treated that way.

This story is not meant to encourage any actions anymore than films on
slavery are meant to encourage actions.

You must be eighteen or older to read this story and all characters in it
are over eighteen.

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The more feedback I receive, the more likely I am to finish a series.

Me and the Arkansas Farmer

Part 1

I didn't consider myself gay, not really. I had fucked a few girls and
got regular blowies all throughout high school. I loved pussy. I loved
nutting in a girl's mouth and watching her choke on the slimy dicksnot I
had just shot in there.
But something weird also happened to me one afternoon. I was stoned as
fuck, watching old movies, and this white guy tied a black guy to a tree
and whipped him. I mean, tore into him with the whip.
And I nutted. I wasn't even touching myself. I tried not to think about
it again, but a week or two after that I was flipping through channels
and wound up on some other historical show. This white kid about my age
was stripped naked and auctioned off as a slave to some old guy in like
fratboy clothes. Later, the old guy just casually bent him over while he
was wearing some white dress like thing and fucked him. It didn't show
like dicks or butts, but the kid was crying and the dude definitely was
fucking him. The boy's body was being shoved forward hard.
And afterwards, the kid just stood up and started clearing the table the
guy had been eating at like nothing had happened.
I rewound that shit at least fifteen times. This time, though, unlike the
first time, I was pulling my pud like nobody's business.
And I creamed fucking good.
And that was when my jackoff material went from tits to slave shit.
I started watching all of it. And I realized I was getting off from the
wrong part of it.
Like, I should want to be the master. Tying some dude up, making him
clean the floor, work for me, casually beating the shit out of him if I
felt like it. But I wasn't getting off to that. I was getting off to the
idea of some guy totally controlling me, even owning me.
I definitely wasn't into dick. I tried watching gay porn and it grossed
me the fuck out. But the idea of some dude treating me like property made
my dick jump and jizz.
And it was only white dudes. My therapist would probably have said it had
something to do with my dad running off, but the age didn't matter so I
figured that was bullshit.
And then I downloaded this anonymous app where you were supposed to post
secrets or fantasies or personal ads or whatever.
And I posted this:
Let me be your slave like the old days. Not BDSM. Real stuff. I'm 18. You
must have your own place somewhere private and be willing for it to be
completely real.
I got a shit ton of replies, but all but a few flaked out when they found
out I was a guy. One guy didn't ask if I was a girl and we talked about
everything. He lived in Arkansas and had a small orchard. He sent me a
pic and he was like an old movie farmer type. 6'1, big brown thick beard
around his face, reddish tan, overalls, big body, giant arms. He said he
was 27, but he looked way older. I told him about all the movies and he
said he inherited the land from his dad and it and the house needed a
"lady's touch." Not until he said that did I realize he thought I was a
chick too. I sent him my pic and he bailed then, after telling me he
wasn't a queer and that he loved pussy.
That would have been it, too, but I forgot to delete the app.
It buzzed 2 days later.

Reddy

I got trashed the day after I talked to Caleb on the app. The kid had
seemed pretty serious and it got me checking out the movies he talked
about. They were real extreme. A few of them the slaveboys got held down
and cornholed. Plenty of them got real whippings and smacked around. One
of them even sucked dick. My neighbor, Mr. Finley, came round and asked
what all that was about. I told him the whole story, showing him Caleb's
picture, expecting him to laugh about it.
He didn't.
He was around 60, married, had ten grandkids, and he just looked at me
and said:
A good looking kid like that is worth a whole lot of money, Reddy. You
got harvesting, housework, cooking, cleaning, a wet mouth, and I bet
pretty tight boy pussy. Not to mention loaning or renting him out to the
neighbors. Hell, you put him up for auction and you could probably buy a
house in the city. And the fact he ain't got a real pussy means no condom
or babies and you don't got to play nice. And no woman can do a man's
work in the fields.
Then Mr. Finley made a joke about having to go supervise his farm and
left.
It really got me thinking. I wasn't sure I could get off with a guy, but
I could clean up this land. Maybe plant some vegetables in the back.
There was plenty of wood to be chopped and sold. And I couldn't cook or
clean to save the day. And I could probably rent him out to some of the
smaller farms.
I video called him on the app the very next day.
He answered half asleep.
I took a look at him before saying anything. He was only about 5'4 and
thin, with a little definition. He had been sleeping in his boxers so I
could see his body. No zits, no blemishes, not even a lot of body hair.
His hair was brown and only about two inches long. Just long enough to
lay flat. Labor would be hard for this kid.
I said, "Show me your license."
He got up and started digging around his room. It was messy and the walls
were covered in soccer posters. Finally, he brought his ID back and held
it to the cam. I copied down the address.
I asked, "You turned 18 last week?"
He nodded, clearly still not totally awake.
I replied to his nod by saying, "Prop the phone up, strip naked, show me
your body, front and back, then let me see you see on your knees like a
real slave."
He took off the boxers and slowly turned around. His dick was soft and
nothing to look at. His balls were tight to his body. But his butt wasn't
flat or scrawny at all. It looked like this girl Jennifer who used to
play volleyball when we were in high school. A little muscular, but
smooth and round. His skin was super light, pale even, but he would be
red as me after a few days of real work.
I nodded. I could do this.
I looked at him naked on his knees, face down, and said, "I'll be there
in two days. Figure out what you're going to tell your parents. If you do
this, you won't be coming back."

Caleb

It took a while for everything to click. He really wanted to do this. And
not for a day or week. Forever and for real. I had two days to decide if
I wanted to die free or a slave. Two days to tell my aunt I was leaving.
Two days to prepare.
It went by fast.
I started to call him on the app and call it off a million times.
But then I watched something or got horny and all that went away.
The app dinged at 3 am and a message appeared.
I thought I had hours more to think.
The message said, "Come out, get in the truck. Ain't nothing happening
yet. We need to go talk and figure this shit out for real."
I slipped on my hs soccer jersey, basketball shorts, and tennis shoes.
And walked outside.
And then there he was.
Standing by the truck. It was old and dirty and had one of those old
campers on the back. He had to be at least 6'3. Not 6'1. And he looked
260 or heavier. Not all fat, definitely more stocky and muscular, but a
big guy. His beard was reddish, too, not just brown. He was in dusty
looking blue jeans and a plain green tshirt covered in dirt.
He stood there smoking a cigarette in my driveway and said, "You're
smaller than I expected. Won't make it easy on you."
Then he threw down the cigarette, stomped it out with his cowboy boots,
and said, "Get in."

Reddy

I took the kid to a 24hr diner and spent the next hour making things real
clear for him. This was a one way trip. Ain't nobody where I'm from going
to help him if he changed his mind. Hell, the Sheriff offered to help me
brand him. I warned him I might plug his asshole or rent him out. I told
him the main uses I had for him. I even outlined what selling him for
good might look like and that I'd already fielded a couple of joking
offers. He'd be kept in shackles and collared so any visitor knew what he
was. I might do any of the stuff in those movies he sent me. I thought
for sure he'd back out.
But then I saw his basketball shorts were tented. I was talking about
raping him and branding him and selling him and whipping him and he was
rock hard.
I talked to him about safewords or just a couple weeks to decide. He just
shook his head.
Then he said, "I have all my expensive stuff, like my console and tablet
and games, in a bag at the house. I have to take it or my aunt will get
suspicious. You can keep it all or sell it."

Caleb

I ran into the house and got the stuff I told him about. It had to be
worth at least two grand. I handed it to him and he threw it in the
passenger seat of the truck.
The neighborhood was pretty dark and the truck was parked at the dead end
of the street.
He lit another cigarette and smoked it, while I just stood awkwardly
there.
Then he pulled out of his floorboard a thick leather collar. It held it's
shape like it was on someone.
He looked at me and said, "Mr. Finley made this. Metal on the inside.
Leather outside with some padding between. Take off your clothes."
I looked around. Nobody was here but they could drive down the street or
turn on the lights or come out.
I started to speak.
I said, "There are..."
And then I was on the ground. He hit me square in the mouth and I could
feel my lip bleeding and taste coppery blood in my mouth. I had fallen
back, landed on my ass, and half caught myself with my hands.
They were scraped from the concrete.
I looked at him, standing above me. The collar was back on the driver's
seat.
He asked, "Do you want to find out what happens if you question me a
second time?"
I shook my head and jumped up. I took off my shirt, shorts, and even
underwear.
He looked at me and then looked around.
He pointed to a tree and said, "Go pick a switch and let's see if I can
whip some sense into you."
I didn't hesitate this time, but part of me was freaking out. This wasn't
how I thought it'd go. We were still at my house, even.
I brought the biggest switch I could find.
He took it and then stuffed my underwear into my mouth and used his hand
to put me in position. I was leaning over with my hands placed on the
truck.
I heard the whistle and then pain. My scream was muffled by my underwear
and not wanting to be heard or seen by neighbors. After the fifth, I slid
out of position.
He came over and adjusted me back.
Then he said, "Next time you move out of position, you get ten more.
Understand?"
I nodded.
I knew this wasn't as bad as the whippings in movies, but it hurt. I had
never been hit or spanked. He was methodical. Hard hit to my shoulder.
Then ass. Then back. He even whipped the back of my knees with it.
It must have been only a few minutes, but it felt like forever.
He finally stopped and came over. I started to get up, but he held me in
position.
I felt his hands on my back and ass, like he was inspecting me.
He finally said, "No bleeding, so no chance of infection. Turn around."
I turned and he laid me on the street, facing down. I was terrified my
dick was gonna get scraped up but he placed my shorts under me.
He didn't explain anything, but picked up the collar, which I noticed for
the first time was missing a piece.
He placed it around my neck with the gap behind my head.
Then he held a piece of metal up to it and placed it inside, snug around
my neck.
The next thing I felt was some heavy apron covering my head and one
around my body. The only gap was where the collar was.
He said, "Close your eyes and stay very still. This is dangerous."
I felt one of his hands tightening the extra metal, holding it still,
then incredible heat and a burn on my neck.
Then it was over. He pulled off the aprons or covers and I could hear him
throw them in the floorboard.
He pulled me to my knees so I was kneeling in front of him and pulled out
my tablet.
Then he pulled the underwear out of my mouth and tilted my head up.
I heard him snap a picture on my tablet and then he showed it to me.
I was completed naked on my knees. My cock was half hard. He had welded
the collar shut and tight around my neck.
The metal part showing said, "Chattel."
He said, "Unless you get up now and go running in to your mommy, that
won't come off until the day you die. Hell, ain't no reason to take it
off then, is there?"
Then he rubbed my head.

Reddy

I figured the kid would break easy, but his dick didn't go full soft even
when I switched him. I sent the picture of him to Mr. Finley and Sheriff
Alan.
Then I gave him one last chance. I opened the back door of the truck.
I said, "I'm going to go for a walk. You either go back inside with your
stuff and try to figure out how to get that off your neck or you climb in
the camper, get in the dog cage, lock it, and die property. You have five
minutes. "
I didn't have to check the back when I got done walking. His ipad and bag
were in the seat next to me.

Part Two

Caleb

The dog cage was for a bigger breed dog, but I still couldn't move much.
Once I got in, I closed the padlock on the cage door and it was locked.
The camper had been soundproofed or something because once he hammered a
wooden block up where I had crawled through it became pitch black and
totally silent.
And then I just waited. I knew he lived in Arkansas and we were going
there, but I wasn't sure how far from Nashville it was.
It must have been 7 hours when the truck started bouncing up and down. A
few minutes later, it came completely to a stop. Light hit my eyes a
minute later.
I watched Reddy climb in the camper, enter the combination in the lock,
and open the door. Then he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me out of
the cage. He pushed me out of the truck and onto the dusty ground.
I was stiff from the cage and the light was hurting my eyes.
He finally looked at me and said, "Brantley County has strict rules. All
animals have to be registered and checked by the vet. "
I wanted to say something, but my still swollen lip told me that was a
bad idea.
I followed him inside.

Reddy

I could see the boy being checked by our vet, Dr. Phillips. He had
promised to check the kid for diseases, worms, run full blood work, and
even look for basic dental issues.
The real reason I was here, though, was to meet with Judge Williams.
Laws on slavery were real strict. I hadn't met a slave my whole life, but
I knew they existed. In Arkansas, someone had to be a public risk,
mentally unsound, ask to be enslaved, or be gay. I played him copies of
my conversations with the boy at the restaurant and the video from the
app call.
He said it was more than enough and signed the paperwork. I gave him the
boy's wallet and license so he could get him legally registered as my
property and then it was done.
Caleb was now Brantley County Animal 346521. All human rights rescinded
and registered as property of Randall "Reddy" Smith.

Caleb

I was getting nervous as fuck. My dick would get hard and then soft as I
went from hot fetish to holy fuck this is real over and over again.
And I couldn't believe these guys weren't freaking out. They were
country, but even they knew the civil war was over. This was just like a
thing between me and Reddy. They were acting like it was legal or
something.
The vet guy took my blood, checked my teeth, gave me a shot in the ass of
something, and even made me bend over so he could check me for worms.
The whole time Reddy just sat in the other room talking to some old
heavyset white guy.
And then I saw Reddy sign paperwork and come over to me.
He looked me dead in the eye and said:
The game is over, boy. You got exactly what you asked for. That man over
there is our judge. He just listened to you beg to be my slave on tape
and made it legal. Caleb doesn't exist anymore. You are now Brantley
County Animal 346521.
I was stunned, but watched as he pulled out my wallet and cut up my
license, pictures, school ids. He handed the money to the vet and then
passed out the rest of my belongings to the vet and judge as payment.
Then the vet said, "If you want, I can take his balls. Will make him more
docile. And I'd remove his teeth too, if I was you. He has pretty lips
and a gummy blowjob from a kid like him is a nice way to end the day."
Reddy looked at me. Then he reached over and fondled my balls.
Then he said, "I might breed him and he might need the muscle. He has
nice teeth, too. They could make me money if I auction him. Just the
barcode."
The vet looked disappointed, but he picked up a little handheld device
and entered some numbers into it. Then he pushed my head back and placed
the device right under my chin. Then he hit a button.
I screamed, but it was just a second before he pulled it back. I turned
and looked in the mirror and barely visible was a barcode tattoo with the
numbers 346521.

Reddy

I have to admit I started feeling a little pride of ownership right then.
Now that he wasn't a person anymore, it didn't feel so queer to say he
was a good looking little animal. Better teeth than anybody in this town.
Good skin. Thick hair. Young, so he could be worked hard and take a lot
of damage and training.
His dick wasn't much, but it'd get the job done if I ever wanted pups out
of him.
I let him sit in the front seat of the truck on the way home.

Caleb

The next few days were rough. Reddy woke me up at 6 am every morning and
made me cook him breakfast. Then he put me to work outside.
The first two days were spent mowing and then pulling weeds out by the
root. The next day was spent hauling fifty pound bags of soil and mulch
from the barn to where he wanted his garden. That third day was the first
day I felt the kiss of his bullwhip.
It was two hours in and I was barely able to move. My legs hurt and my
shoulders and arms and i dropped a bag and then just fell down after it.
He came over to me, in his overalls and nothing else, and just said, "Get
up."
I shook my head and said, "I can't."
He looked pissed off, but walked away. I hugged the bag of soil on the
ground and closed my eyes.
Then I felt it, almost at the same time as I heard the whistle in the
air.
And I screamed. Guttural. Every bit of me crying out.
And then he almost whispered, "Get up."
And I did.

Reddy

I hated having to make the kid bleed like that, but Mr. Finley had been
firm about it. If I didn't whip the boy with all my strength, he'd slack
off and never learn his place.
And I figured I'd really been nice about it. I only hit him once with the
bullwhip and I could have kept going.
And it did get him working again.
The kid was doing a good job too. I'd have about a two acre garden when
he was done. Plenty of veggies to keep, sell, and trade. His body was
already starting to tone up too. He probably wouldn't grow any taller,
but he could at least increase how much he could lift and his stamina.
On the forth day, I started inviting the neighbors over to watch from the
picnic table in the yard. I could tell the kid was confused about it, but
I wanted them all to recognize him in case he somehow got that collar off
and ran. I made him serve all of them drinks or sandwiches or just let
them see him up close.
I made him work in white briefs and they could see the bandage on his
back from the lashing I gave him.
And I played all of them the recordings I'd made when he agreed to all of
this.
And then Mr. Finley came by.

Caleb

I still felt exhausted and like I was going to collapse at any minute,
but I was almost getting used to it. And the work was paying off. The
land was cleared and I had used this hand push tiller thing to churn up
and mix the soil.
I had never thought I could do anything like this.
And the breaks to serve Reddy's friends helped. They all looked at me
different. Some with hate, some disgust, some just super creepy. He let a
few of them touch me, but they just like ran their heads up my stomach or
along my arms or had me open my mouth and looked at my teeth.
Then Mr. Finley came.
It had been raining all night and the ground was muddy so Reddy had said
I could do household stuff today.
I didn't know who Mr. Finley he was at first. He was in his fifties or
sixties, white, wearing a grey shirt, blue jeans, a red hat, cowboy
boots, and a camo jacket. He looked sort of like a country Santa Claus.
He had a hella big belly and his beard was white. He still had a little
brown hair on his head, but it was mostly grey.
He looked nice. The kind of old dude who would buy you candy as a kid or
talk your family into letting you go camping or to go play football with
your friends, instead of doing chores.
Maybe he was to free boys.
But not to slaves.
I started to set his glass of lemonade on the picnic table.
He gripped my hand tight before I could pull it back and said, "Don't be
in a rush, boy."
His voice was deeper than I expected. It made me think of this coach I
had who didn't take bullshit from any of us.
I slowly sat the glass down.
He took a huge drink of the lemonade and said to Reddy, "You mind?"
I watched Reddy shake his head.
Then Mr. Finley stood up.
He looked at me for a moment. Then he belted me across the face with his
fist. I fell back into the mud.
He was on top of me then.
He flipped me over on my belly before I could even understand what was
going on.
Then I felt and heard my underwear literally rip. Then I heard his
zipper.
Then he was inside me.

Finley

I hadn't had boy pussy in years. I had caught one of my youngest son's
friends with a dick in his mouth and made him let me plow him in return
for keeping it secret, but that was 20 years ago.
He said he was just experimenting, but I didn't give a fuck.
I loved the way he whimpered under me.
This was even better.
If I had sent little Teddy home with a busted lip or bruises or unable to
walk, people would have asked questions.
But this wasn't a little faggot needing a lesson.
This was Reddy's property he was trying to train right.
And he was a cock tease.
My dick started hardening the second I saw him. He was wearing nothing
but white briefs and I could tell he was at least half hard in them. His
back had the faintest scar from the whip on it and he had one of the
smoothest bodies I'd ever seen on a teenage boy.
And the collar I had made was snug around his neck, leaving no doubts
what he was.
Reddy knew why I was here. Hell, it was why I made the collar.
I asked for permission, then went for it.
I stood up and looked down at the animal that used to be a free boy.
His brown hair, sunburnt skin, and green eyes.
And I hit him. Hard.
Before he could recover, I had him on his belly. I shoved his face in the
mud and tore his underwear off, exposing that sweet teenage ass. I didn't
even bother undressing, just unzipped and pulled my jeans to my knees.
Then I spit on my cock and rammed it into him.
He made this beautiful animal sound, but my dick was all I cared about
and it loved tearing up his virgin hole.
I easily held him down as he bucked and fought and it just made the fuck
even better. His hole was satiny and velvety and so tight I knew I was
ripping something up inside him.
It didn't take me long to cum, either.
I pounded him deep and hard, getting my dick balls deep up his slave cunt
until I couldn't take it anymore.
Then I blew my load right up his ass.

Caleb

I knew getting fucked as a slave had to hurt from the movies, but I
didn't expect it to be like this. One second I was serving Mr. Finley a
drink and the next I was in the mud with a sore jaw and a fat smelly
farmer on top of me.
When his dick went in me, I screamed. Not quietly,not even on purpose,
but it came out of me like some kind of primal shit.
And it didn't even slow him down.
I felt like an iron rod was being rammed up my asshole and he was just
ignoring it all and going harder and faster.
I groped at the dirt and mud trying to get away and then looked at Reddy
for help.
He just smiled and drank his lemonade like nothing was happening.
And that's when I really understood slavery.
A week or so ago I was getting a blowie from a cheerleader and now I was
collared with a fat sixty year old man sweating and grunting on top of
me, ignoring my tears and treating me like pussy he paid for.
And Reddy wasn't stopping him because he wasn't my friend or a guy from
online, he was my master.
And I wasn't Caleb, not really.
I was his property.

Reddy

Part of me wanted to intervene and stop Mr. Finley. Or at least tell him
to go easy.
But then I'd remember the movies Caleb had me watch. I'd remember that
one slave raped at the table and how I warned Caleb and he still wanted
all this.
So instead I just smiled and watched him struggle and cry, like the Roman
slave boy he talked about and that made him sign away his freedom.
And I even got a little hard watching Finley shove the boy into the dirt
and grunt and thrust inside him as he whimpered and cried.

Finley

I pulled out of the boy and could see my cum leaking out his asshole as
he just lay there and sobbed.
But it wasn't time to go easy on the boy.
I reached down and gripped his hair and used it to pull him to his knees.
And I asked him, "Who are you, boy?"
He seemed confused and gasped, "Caleb, sir."
I shook my head.
Then I said, "Caleb was a free boy and human. You're not Caleb. You're
346521. Chattel property of Reddy over there. An animal."
I let go of his head and repeated, "Who are you?"
He whispered, "346521. Reddy's slave."
I figured that was good enough for now.

346521

Mr. Finley let me up after that and it was like nothing had happened.
They sprayed me clean with a water hose and I finished serving them
naked. I even made them food.
And the whole time I could barely walk and felt his nut leaking down my
thigh and out of my asshole.
But I knew better than to disobey now or pretend I had a choice.

Reddy

After Mr. Finley left, I decided to just relax and watch some porn. I was
feeling conflicted about what happened.
I knew the kid wasn't a faggot and all, but he had signed up for this and
he sure looked like a tight fuckhole.
I was going to take him to the vet tomorrow to see if his ass was ok or
he needed stitches or antibiotic or anything.
But meanwhile, there were titties on the screen.

346521

I was washing dishes when I heard Reddy shout, "Three, get in here."
I sat down the plate in my hand, took a deep breath, and walked into the
living room.
There was porn playing. Some cheerleader with huge tits was getting
gangbanged by football players.
But all I could really see was Reddy naked on the couch.
He was hairy. Like a bear hairy. Hair was coming out of his pits, his
chest, stomach, pubes, everywhere. And it was auburn colored.
I barely had any hair and he was like a rug.
And he was sort of fat, but also muscular. Like a football player going a
little soft.
He looked up and said, "Get me a cold beer and then give me a blowjob."
And then I looked at his dick.
It wasn't hard yet, but it was as big soft as I was hard.

Reddy

I took the beer from my slave and told him, "Get on your knees, cover
your teeth, and suck it, faggot."
And he knelt down, reached for my dick with his right hand, and then I
felt his lips and throat on my cock.
And I moaned. His mouth felt good. As slick and warm as any bitch's
mouth.
He was only sucking the first few inches, but his hand was jerking my
cock at the same time.
It was better than most girls, except Sheila Myers. She would let me grip
her head and go balls deep.
And then it fucking hit me.
This wasn't even this kid's mouth anymore. Legally, it was my mouth. Just
like his ass was my ass.
And so I pulled his hand off my cock and shoved his head down.

346521

I couldn't believe I had a dick in my mouth. I got blowjobs. I didn't
give them.
But something about the casual way he had told me to get a beer and blow
him made me hard.
And it wasn't that bad at first. His dick just felt rubbery in my mouth
and tasted sort of like sweat and salt and a little sweet.
Then he pulled my hand off his cock and shoved my head down. I gagged and
started choking, but he kept my head down until I thought I would pass
out.
My feet started kicking and I tried pushing his thighs away to escape his
dick.
And he just laughed and said, "Your master likes your throat pussy,
slave."
He stood up then and grabbed one of my ears with each hand, as if they
were fucking jug handles or something.
And he fucked my face.

Reddy

I looked down at my property as I fucked it. He was still naked and was
rock hard, even as I buried my dick down his throat hard and fast, over
and over. The spit and mess of the blowjob was all over his smooth chest.
I moaned and let go of his head for a second and he pulled off, wiping
the mess off his face and nostrils.
I gripped his head and told him, "You don't pull off my cock until I tell
you to. Every second you're off it without permission is one lash from
the whip. Understand?"
He gripped his dick with one hand as he said, "Yes. Master."
He put it back in his mouth and I groaned at how good it felt.

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I held on to my master's ass and tried not to throw up as he deep dicked
my throat. And then he held my head down, soaking his cock way past my
gag reflex, so deep his balls were against my lips.
I tried breathing through my nose, but my nostrils were covered in some
kind of sticky throat or dick juice.
And then he let go of my head for a second and i was able to catch my
breath.
But then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
I was forcing myself not to come off his dick or fight, but I was
suffocating on it. I couldn't breathe. Then my legs started kicking out
and I instinctively starting pounding my hands on his butt, trying to get
him to let go.
Then everything went black.

Reddy

I could have juiced his throat. I was so fucking close to spewing my nut
straight into his belly. It didn't matter anymore that he had a dick or
no tits. His mouth was warm and wet and sucking my cock deep. I was
fucking his throat harder than I'd fuck most whores up the cunt and the
kid wss taking it.
Then he started pounding on my ass and kicking and I noticed his face
turning purple. I held him down another second and then his body went
completely limp.
I let go of his head and checked for a pulse at his throat. It seemed
normal to me, but I wasn't about to wait for him to wake up and start all
over again.
I lifted him up and laid him over the ottoman. He had one of those firm
teenage asses and his hole looked tight as hell. It was red still from
Mr. Finley, but I figured the kid knew what he was in for when he climbed
in that cage.
I pulled his tight butt cheeks apart and spit on his hole.
Then I lined up my dick and fucked my first boy pussy.

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I woke up confused as fuck and in pain, with my body being repeatedly
pushed forward. I could hear the porn louder than before. Some girl was
crying, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me, harder!" I was on my knees, but laying
on something. My back felt slippery and wet and I could smell sweat and
alcohol and something musky.
And my ass.
It hurt more than the first time. Reddy's dick must be bigger because it
felt like it was pushing my stomach out from the inside. I realized i was
crying.
And I could hear his voice, "Yeah, I'll fuck you hard you worthless
bitch. Take that cock up your pussy. Take it, slut."
Then just grunting.
He was going to nut up me, imaging I was someone else.
My master was hard smashing my butt and didn't give a fuck what happened
to me.
His response to my passing out during a blowjob was just to flip me over
and use my other hole.
And my cock started hardening.
He saw I was awake and leaned down and growled, "I'm going to cream your
cunt, Three."
And he spit on my face and started slamming deep.
And his cock hit something inside me and my dick oozed precum.
Then he started going harder and I could feel my nut building up. Precum
was leaking, but it was like his dick was jacking me off from the inside
and building up pressure.
And I felt drops fall on my back and realized I was slick with his man
sweat.
He started groaning and punched me hard in the side of my stomach.
And we both came.

Reddy

I collapsed onto the kid's small smooth naked body and for a second felt
terrible. I had spit on him. Called him names. Fucked him without
permission. Nutted inside him. Let my neighbor fuck him. Hell, I had just
gut punched him for no reason, but because I could.
And then I saw the collar around his neck.
I lifted up off his body and pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was blood
red, but my fucking cum was leaking out his jizzhole.
My first ass and I got to nut balls deep in it.
Then I noticed the ottoman. It was covered in nut, too.
But not my nut.
The kid creaming must have been why his hole spasmed around my dick.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him to his knees.
I pointed to the mess and said, "Clean up your mess, faggot, and then get
in your cage. I'm taking you to the vet tomorrow."

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I watched Reddy go into the bathroom and then rose up from my knees. I
fetched a wet cloth and scrubbed as much of my cum as I could from the
ottoman and floor. I even wiped down my body with the washcloth.
As I climbed into my cage and locked it, I wondered what the fuck was
wrong with me.
Why did my dick get hard? Am I really a faggot? Is it really gay if I cum
from my master using me?


The end?

Maybe. Depends on feedback.

I have plenty of ideas for more stories about Reddy and Caleb. Will Caleb
escape or die a slave? Which does Caleb even want? What will the vet do?
Will Caleb see Mr. Finley again? Is anyone looking for him? What will
other farmers do if they rent Caleb from Reddy for field work? Will he
get lashed again? Auctioned off? Freed?