Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 17:13:06 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: The Southern Farmboy 2

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"The Southern Farmboy"

Part Two

Raul couldn't move. His arms were cuffed into place and so were his legs.
His stomach was even cinched with leather wraps so he couldn't buck or
move. There was a metal collar like device holding his head in place.
The room smelled like animal shit and he could hear the horses in their
stalls kicking around.
At least he was fully dressed. Even with the fire Colton had left, he was
cold out here
But why the fuck did he agree to this?
Colton had told him about the fuck bench and then asked him to try it. He
had said no five times and then finally agreed to once Colton said he
wouldn't fuck him unless he wanted it.
And now Colton was gone.
Almost as soon as the kid finished locking him into place, a fucking bell
went off.
Colton looked at him, smiled, and said, "That's dinner. Gotta run before
it gets cold. Having chicken fried steak tonight "
Then he was gone.
It must have been an hour that he laid there. Then he heard the barn
doors open.
He shouted, "Let me out of here, Colton. Now."
There was no response, just footsteps. Then he heard the click of a
pocket knife. He started trying to move, but he was held tightly in
place.
The knife touched his back, just above his butt. Then it started cutting
down.
He heard and felt his pants get sliced in two. Then his underwear.
Then the knife was near his throat and he saw the hand holding it.
It wasn't Colton's.
It was thick and meaty and older. Much older.
The knife tore his shirt to pieces and Raul was left naked on the fuck
bench.

Robert Finley

I didn't believe the boy at first when he told me he had that fancy spic
laid out on our fuck bench and just waiting for my white dick.
But then he showed me the text messages and told me about how the nasty
brown fucker swallowed his load and I knew he wasn't leading me on.
I decided to let the boy watch me break "Raul" in and go for a ride
himself after.

Raul

I looked up and saw who cut my clothes off for the first time.
He was probably sixty. It was hard for me to tell white people's ages. He
had to be around six foot tall and over 230 pounds because he had some
weight on me. He was in dirty blue jean overalls and his grey chest hair
was coming out everywhere. He was tan for a white man, but it made him
red more than brown.
He didn't look frail like some older men. He looked strong and worn.
He hunched down and looked into my eyes and said:
I ain't gonna be any rougher on your pussy than I need to to have a good
time, boy. You did the right thing, coming here, locking yourself up, and
trying to learn your place. But part of learning what it means to be a
wetback in a white man's world is a little pain. I want you to feel
comfortable screaming, iffn you need to, cuz ain't nobody gonna hear or
care.
Then he got up and I could feel him walk behind me.

Robert

Normally, I only fuck teenage ass. It's tight and smooth and ain't
nothing like breaking a macho little spic and showing him what it means
to be a dick ditch.
This was man pussy.
Raul wasn't real hairy, but he had a fat round thick butt that reminded
me of that nigger girl me and the boys did in high school. That cunt
squealed and cried and had the juiciest ass I'd ever seen.
I dropped my overalls and smeared some petroleum jelly on my dick.
Then I shoved it in.

Raul

I tried bucking or getting away, but there was nothing I could do. It was
like a metal rod being shoved up my ass.
My eyes were tearing up.
Then I felt his whole weight on top of me. His dick came out for a second
and I took a deep breath.
Then he shoved it in harder and deeper.
It was like getting gut punched up the ass.
Then he started talking:
Don't fight it, boy. The pain is just you learning your place. I'm
turning you from a man into a cunt. I want you to remember this everytime
you see a white man.
Then I lost consciousness.

Robert

I fucked his ass cunt for at least thirty minutes. The first ten minutes,
every thrust felt like his hole would tear my dick off it was so tight.
His crying was more of a turnon than I expected. He didn't have the
boyish voice of the wetback farmhands I normally broke. His voice was all
man.
When he passed out, his hole really opened up. It went from deathgrip to
silk pussy right away. I started hammering that ass hard. It was
squeezing and almost jacking off my dick all on its own. I got all eight
inches up and my balls started slapping it real good.

Raul

I woke up and he was still in me. Deep. My face was wet with tears and
his sweat was dripping on my back and face.
Every thrust was pure pain and there was a scent like cigars and a locker
room overwhelming me.
Then, something changed.
He hit something inside me and my dick leaked. It felt like precum or cum
was being forced out of me. Then his dick went deep and hit it again. And
again. And again.
And I moaned.
He heard me and laughed and just kept hammering into me harder and
harder. But now it seemed even more mean.
And I couldn't stop trying to move my ass and get him in deeper.
And he was wasn't just calling me a spic as he fucked anymore.
He spat on my face and said:
You fight it, but all you filthy spics are faggots for white dick ain't
ya boy...you need a white dick in your pussy.. to guzzle up white nut.
.I'm just teaching you your place, boy...real reason you cross that river
is to find a white man to make your pussy bleed..
And I came.
One second, he was fucking me and the next my body stiffened and my
asshole quivered and I just started jizzing. I felt my load hit my
stomach and then another load and then another.
And then he stiffened on top of me. And his cum flooded into my ass. It
burned inside me.

Robert

It took me a second to get up off the city boy. No matter how they fight,
I ain't had a brownie even once not cum from my dick up his butthole.
They lived to be cornholed by real men, even if they fought everytime and
pretended different. This boy just proved fancy older city spics ain't
anymore man than field hands and day laborers. His dick was throbbing and
juicing that fuck bench over and over as his hole clenched and massaged
and squeezed the nut of me.
Colton did a good job.
I didn't let the pussy up, though. Not yet. We weren't done.
I pulled up my overalls and then pulled out of my tools a straight razor.
I went to the left side of the bench and scraped off every bit of hair he
had under his underarm.
Then I said to Colton, "Gonna mark him. Get the small one ready and bring
it to me."

Raul

I was floating from the nut, but still in pain from the fuck. I couldn't
figure out why the old guy shaved my pit. Then I watched Colton stir the
fire up. It seemed like he was spending a long time on it.
Then he started coming towards me, with the bottom of the metal rod thing
glowing.
I heard the older man say, "He came here for you, boy. "
Then pain.

Colton

It was my first time ever branding an animal or anything. Grandpa had me
get the smallest one and it was going to be under his arm so nobody would
see it, but that beaner was going to spend the rest of his life with the
Finley Farms logo on his left pit. No matter how rich or successful he
got or where he lived or how many kids he had, he'd always be reminded of
here and what he really was.
It made me so hard I had to unzip my jeans.

Robert

I watched as Colton branded the man and then unzipped his pants. I gave
him the nod to fuck the man's ass and damn could the boy fuck. He was a
good looking kid and he pounded that pussy hard. The spic came twice as
quick as when I was on top of him.
It was a shame we had to let the city boy go, but he'd be missed if we
kept him and I preferred fresh boy cunt everytime anyway.
I sure was proud of my grandson, though.