Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2023 15:58:08 -0400
From: Master Will <mastersounder2015@gmail.com>
Subject: Hard as Nails Chapter 21

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Hard As Nails: Ch 21 -- A New Day Too

Wednesday in Arcadia was much the same as it had been since the city was
founded in 1886 and named after Arcadia Albritton. As the County Seat there
was always something going on. On this Wednesday the Walls-Reed family and
their issues with the school were the topics of conversation and reflection
throughout the community as was Martha Reed's sudden entrance into the race
for the School Board.

Bud and Connor were experiencing a new day in their sexual odyssey. Both
teens were nursing their tender asses after being fucked by their new buddy
Gunnar. The two teens also felt something more than friendship for their
new friend.

Tracey picked up Buddy from Vera and Fred Mack's home. As she drove, she
told her son, "When we get home. I want you to lay low."

"Why Mom?"

"Your father has been in a surly mood since we left Vera and Fred's home
last evening."

"I thought everyone was having a good time."

"You boys were for certain. I really enjoyed talking with Vera. There was
some sort of tension between your dad and Mr. Walls,"

"I don't know what to say, Mom. He didn't hit you again?"

"No, he didn't hit me. I've made it quite clear to him that he'd be out the
door and barred from seeing you or your sisters ever again. He just did his
rant-and-rave routine. Just lay low in your room until lunch, unless he
calls for you."

"OK, Mom, I can do that easily."

When they arrived home Paul was standing on the porch waiting. He had
saddled both Bud's and his horses. He watched Bud get out of his mother's
car.

"Mount up Buddy," Paul ordered.

"Yes, Pa," Buddy replied and immediately ran over and swung up into the
saddle. His father mounted his steed. "We should be home for supper," he
called to his wife. Then he led the way toward the northern end of the
property before making the turn toward the northeast y once they were out
of view of the main house.

"I am going to share with you today part of your heritage. I introduced
Richie to it when he was here. In hindsight, I probably should have
included you at that time."

Paul dismounted his horse and tied it securely to a hitching post hidden in
a clutch of scrub oaks and saw palmetto. Buddy did the same. As the teen
was finishing tying up his horse, Paul whipped out the black hood and put
it over his son's head. Bud immediately put up his hands to defend
himself. "Don't say a word unless I ask you a question. Understood?" Buddy
relaxed.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. That's all I want to hear from you." Paul grabbed his son's
shoulders and guided him through the shrubs toward the hidden shack and the
dungeon it contained.  Pulling out his keys, Paul unlocked the door and
guided Buddy to an old wooden chair, "Sit here until I'm ready for you."

"Yes, Pa."

Paul then proceeded to close the outside door and turn on the lights. All
three of his ranch hands were just as he had left them. Chica (Carlos) was
trussed up like a turkey at Thanksgiving dinner on top of the old dinette
table. Its back was marked by welts from the whipping it had taken from
Master Paul. In its ass, a huge dildo protruded held in place by an anal
hook. Noise-canceling headphones covered its ears and a pink vinyl
blindfold covers his eyes. A penis cag was inserted in its mouth so it
could be used to fuck another slave. Bobby Boy (Roberto) was tied to the
St. Andrew's Cross. Its back also showed the marks of the bullwhip Master
Paul had used on it. Its ass was wracked by orgasms from the Edge 2 device
Master Paul had inserted and was controlling from his Lovense AP. It also
wore noise-canceling headphones, but its blindfold was black leather with
blue leather trim. Billy Boy (Bill) was tied into the Fucking A. The fuck
machine was working its ass while a silicone sound and electro pads
attached to his balls were being worked by a tens unit. It also wore
noise-canceling headphones, but its blindfold was black leather with yellow
leather trim.

Master Paul stripped off his work clothes and donned a leather jock with a
detachable codpiece. He put on red Mr. S socks and donned his black
military boots, leather harness, cover, and gloves. He walked over to stand
about 6 feet from his son, "Buddy, I want you to strip out of your
clothes."

Buddy stood, "No, Pa, I won't." He removed his hood and stared defiantly at
his father. "Richie told me about this place."

Paul went to strike the boy in the mouth.

"Hit me and everyone is going to know about this place." Paul hesitated and
put his hand down. "Ever think about why Uncle Pete wouldn't break Rich in?
He can't see himself doing some of these things with his son. Given you
don't have an erection straining that leather jock, I bet your mind is
telling you the same thing. Rich told me you know I'm gay. I like sucking
and fucking. I enjoy switching things up. Rich introduced me to fisting as
well. So glad you taught him that before he left. Seems to me though we
have three faggots here that need to be worked, so let's work them
together."

Paul stared opened mouth at his only son. He pulled up a rolling stool, sat
down, and motioned Buddy to sit back down. "This isn't the place for this
discussion with so many ears even if they're wearing those headphones," he
spoke softly and motioned to the three faggots. "You don't want them
getting ideas. I know they have tried to find this place, but I never bring
them the same way twice in a row and they're always hooded. So you know
this is your birthright. That means you also know you're going to have to
get married and produce kids. That's a tall order for a gay man."

"Not in today's world Pa. Look at Coach. Six kids between his husband and
him. Three look just like him while the other three look like
Mr. Walls. Besides, I want you to teach me a lot of this stuff. Which
faggot should we work first?"

"Let's change things up on Billy Boy first. That fuck-machine has been
working Billy Boy's ass for over two hours. His ass could be getting dried
out. Strip out of those clothes so you are ready to be served."

"How about we release those two and all 4 of us go to work on Chica?"

"Seems you got a kinky mind there boy. What are your thoughts?'

"Well, Ritchie told me about double and triple penetration. I'm sure we can
get two cocks in its ass and perhaps try for a third while the fourth fucks
his throat."

"Not sure those two are going to have any seed left to sow after the
drilling their bodies have been taking. How about we pop a Cialis in each
of them and let them have dry orgasms at the very least?"

Buddy nodded as he went over to Billy Boy and turned off the devices
torturing its body. His Pa worked on Bobby Boy turning off the Edge 2 which
had been working its ass. Billy Boy dropped its hands down after they and
his ankles were untried. Master Paul removed the headphones and
blindfold. "Billy Boy, get down on your knees and lick up the cum and cock
snot that dribbled all over the St. Andrew's cross and its platform."

"Yes Master," it stated as it knelt to begin licking up its own juices
while stopping to thank its master every few minutes.

Buddy was lubing up Billy's raw ass with an aloe lotion he found on the
workbench. He noticed the slave's cock remained hard as a rock even though
it had been dribbling out cum around the silicon sound for several
hours. "You like that bussy played with don't you slut?"

"Yes Sir. It can't get enough of Master's cock and fist.  Is young Sir
going to fist me?"

"Not on this occasion Billy Boy. We are going to triple fuck Chica. Is it
up for that?"

"Not sure, Sir. Is that possible? It knows Chica is a big ol' puta, but
three cocks!"

Buddy pulled his hand away from Bill's asshole, removed the sound, and
released the restraints holding it to the Fucking A. "Clean up this mess
and we'll find out soon enough."

Both slaves cleaned up their messes and the equipment used on them. They
presented themselves to their Master and their new Sir by kneeling and
kissing the feet of each.

"Very well-done slaves," Master Paul complimented them while rubbing the
tops of their heads.

Buddy interjected, "Pa, perhaps we should clean up their marks," he
suggested.

"Go right ahead, Sir Buddy."

"Let's change that to Sir Paul if you don't mind Master Paul?"

A wry smile crept across Paul's face, "As you wish Sir Paul." The older man
was feeling very proud of his son. It was the first time he had referenced
himself as his namesake in years.

Bud walked over to the storage bench and found alcohol and skin lotion. He
worked on Bobby Boy first pouring the alcohol over the slave's back. Bobby
Boy winced but made no sound. Bud placed a towel over the welts on the
slave's back and gently wiped down its back. He then did the same for Billy
Boy.

Master Paul gave each slave a water bottle while Sir Paul cleaned up
Chica. Bud noticed that when he pulled the dildo out of the slave's ass a
mixture of cum and feces flowed out and puddled on the table. The stench
was horrific and Paul gagged at the odors. He continued to remove the penis
gag attachment. It was sticky to the touch. Bud wondered if it had been
used to fuck one or both of the other slaves.

"Gracias maestro," Chica mumbled softly.

Sir Paul didn't respond as Chica's noise-canceling headphones were still in
place. He dosed the slave's back with the rubbing alcohol eliciting a deep
moan from the slave.  "You two get over here and clean this shit up!" Sir
Paul directed the two newly freed slaves. Bobby Boy and Billy Boy ran to do
his bidding. Billy knelt on the floor and sucked the dregs from Chicas ass
into his mouth before swallowing it. Bobby was felching the still
restrained slave's asshole.

Once he was satisfied the slaves had done their work, Master Paul released
Chica from his fetters. "Bring that piece of meat over to the mattress."

The slave Boys picked their comrade up and carried him a few feet to the
mattress before tossing him down unceremoniously.

Master Paul looked at his son and said, "Heads or Tails?"

Buddy responded, "Heads."

His father pretended to toss a coin in the air, catch it, and read
it. "Heads it is. Its mouth is all yours." He then positioned Chica on all
fours and plunged his cock into the slave's gaping asshole. Buddy shoved
his own dick into the waiting mouth which sprang to life sucking and
licking on the cock presented to it.

Billy Boy got behind his Master and started rimming his ass and then
licking at the ass juices flowing down Paul's ball sack from Chica's
ass. Bobby Boy position himself so he could rim Buddy's pink hole.

Master Paul pulled out and repositioned Billy and Bobby to that their cocks
were next to each other. "OK, Chica straddle your comrades. The sex-crazed
slave couched over the two dick and lowered itself onto them in one fluid
motion. It then rode them up and down with a look of ecstasy on its face.

Billy complained, "He's loose as a goose Master."

Master Paul nodded. "Sir Paul, suit up." Buddy looked at his father
questioningly. "Put on a condom," his father told him.

Buddy rolled it on. His father had used the time to stop the action and
reposition Chica above the dicks it had been riding. He then positioned Bud
so that his dick would be beside and slightly higher than the dicks of the
two slaves. "Fuck yourself, Chica."  The slave sat down on the three dicks
and a smile crossed its lips as its hole spread even further. Fifteen
minutes later Buddy shot his load into the condom and the two slaves had
experienced multiple dry orgasms.

"Clean up time," Master ordered. The three slaves sprang to work.

"While they're working son, ride back to the house and bring up the truck."

"OK Pa, let me get dressed."

"Goes as you are son. No one is going to think twice about seeing you
naked."

"Ok, Pa." Buddy took off for home.

 When Buddy returned thirty minutes later, he found the slaves were just
finishing up. After the three completed their tasks they reported outside
and stood by the hose bib.

Paul and Buddy had already washed up. "I'll show you how I handle their
clean up now," Paul told his son. He took the hose and turned on the
water. He changed the nozzle head from spray to blast/ Starting with the
top of their heads he directed the water down their bodies. After they were
wet the slaves grabbed soap from a box Buddy hadn't noticed before. They
soaped up their bodies and helped do each other's backs. Master Paul
repeated the spraying action. For their final rinse, he brought the
blasting spray to each of their nipples, then to each cock head, then the
balls, and finally to each asshole. Turning off the water, Master Paul gave
each of them heir leather hoods for the ride home. The slaves put them on
and their Master secured them. He then shut down and locked up the dungeon.

"Link up," he bellowed. The three slaves line up. Billy put out his right
hand and Master Paul placed it on his right shoulder. Bobby and Chica
grabbed the waist of the slave in front of them and Paul led the way out to
the jeep. All five rode back to the ranch house naked.

"No more work today," Stay inside and be in bed by 8," Paul directed.

"Si Senor Paul," the three answered before disappearing into the
air-conditioned bunkhouse.

Paul and Bud drove the short distance to their home. He led his son naked
into the house.

"Tracey, we've worked up an appetite here. We rinsed off but we'll shower
before eating."

Tracey looked up from playing with her three daughters and saw two naked
bums heading for their respective bathrooms. Since dinner was already
waiting, she returned to her daughters.

Back at Mack's home, the day was uneventful. Tyler weeded the front flower
beds and Connor the side year bed. He kept thinking about the wild night he
had experienced with Bud and Gunnar. His asshole ached but it also itched
like crazy. He kept digging at it while doing his chores.

"You got worms or something?" Tyler called from the front yard as he and
Connor were nearing the end of their chores.

"What do you mean?"

"You keep digging at your butt."

"Yeah, I think I got a mosquito bite on my butt," Connor hollered back."

"You guys play White-Tailed Deer?"

"What of it!" Connor yelled defensively.

"Did you use mosquito spray?"

"Yeah."

"Even down your crack?"

"I don't remember. I thought so."

"Probably not. Remember what Dad said about using alcohol or witch hazel to
ease the itch? If it keeps bugging you, put some on."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Thanks, Tyler."

"Don't mention it,"

"I'll finish this flower bed, shower, then use it."

Connor and Tyler returned to their chores. Thirty minutes later Connor
headed to the bathroom on the second floor to shower.

Stripping out his work clothes, Connor dumped them into the laundry chute,
emptying the laundry room downstairs. He turned on the water and adjusted
it to his preferred warm setting. While he waited for the water to warm up,
he grabbed Bea's hand mirror to check out his anus. He positioned the
mirror to focus on his taint his anus came into view. It was puffy and
purplish in color with some streaks of fecal matter still clinging to the
hair surrounding it. He touched it gently and shivered as the memory of
Gunnar's cock entered him, his cock starting to engorge.

Putting aside the mirror, Connor grasped his cock and jacked it until he
was fully hard. He relived the memory of the night before. Within 3 minutes
he shot a load of cum into the sink. The teen steadied himself on the
vanity as his orgasm washed over him. He then washed the cum down the drain
before stepping into the shower. He paid careful attention to his asshole
and crack ensuring it was clean before rinsing all the soap from his body.

After drying off, Connor retrieved the witch hazel and cotton balls from
the linen closet. He unscrewed the cap, placed the cotton ball on the mouth
of the bottle, and shook the bottle until the cotton had absorbed the
liquid. The teen spread his legs and applied the cotton to his bunghole.

A blood-curdling scream rang throughout the house. Vera dropped the grocery
bag she was carrying into the house and began looking for her son. She
bolted upstairs and arrived at the bathroom door just after Tyler who had
been listening to music in their bedroom.

"Connor, open the door," Vera ordered in a voice tinged with panic.

"I'm naked," Connor managed between sobs.

"Then let me in Connor," Tyler suggested. The lock clicked open and Tyler
squeezed into the steamy bathroom. "What's wrong, bro? Are you bleeding?
Are you in pain? Where are you hurt?"

Connor pointed to the witch hazel. Tyler's eyes widened. "You didn't out in
on your cack or balls did you?"

"No, on my ass."

"Get in the shower, soap it up really good, and rinse it. Repeat it until
the burn dies down." Connor stepped back into the shower and turned on the
water in order to follow his brother's directions.

"Tyler, what's happening?" Vera asked through the door.

"Con used Dad's skeeter remedy on his as..., anus. He's washing it off."

"Look in the linen closet for either Anusol cream or zinc oxide
ointment. Have him coat his anus with either one."

"Ok, Mom. I found the Anusol. Connor, Mom says to put this cream on your
hole after you dry off."

"Will it burn?" Connor asked turning off the water.

"I wouldn't think so. Hey Mom! Con wants to know if it will burn?"

"No, it should have a cooling effect."

"Did you hear?"

"Yes," the teen stated as he grabbed a dry towel from the linen closet. He
dried off waiting to pat dry his asshole last. "Now you can leave
Tyler. Thanks for helping me." The boys high-fived each other and Tyler
walked out into the hallway where his mother waited.

"Well, what did he say?"

"Nothing Mom. I think he wanted me out of the way before he applies the
cream."

"Like he's got something you don't."

"MOM! We don't make it a common practice to look at each other's
buttholes!"

Vera laughed, "I guess you don't. Guess the last time anyone looked at
yours you were probably 4 or 5. Took you forever to learn how to clean up
after going #2."

"TMI, Mom! TMI!"

The phone rang, and Vera went to her bedroom to answer it. Tyler went back
to the bedroom he shared with Connor and closed the door halfway.

In the bathroom, Connor was gingerly applying the white cream to his
asshole while squatting over his sister's mirror. His anal membranes were
more swollen and an angry red as they disappeared behind the ointment. When
he finished, he returned Bea's mirror to her drawer in the vanity, washed
his hands, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed for the bedroom.

Closing the door behind him, Connor dropped the towel and walked over to
his chest of drawers. He pulled out a pair of loose-fitting shorts and
pulled them on. Climbing into his bunk he let out a deep sigh. A knock at
the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Are you decent?"

"Yes, Ma'am, you can come in," Connor replied.

"Connor, whatever possessed you to put witch hazel on your anus?"

"Nothing like getting to the point," Connor diverted. His mother raised her
right eyebrow. "I have been digging at my backside all the time I was
weeding. I thought it might be a mosquito bite, chiggers, or
no-see-ums. Tyler suggested Dad's remedy."

"Hold up bro! To be fair, you never said it was on your butthole, I mean
anus."

"True indeed. But between it and the cream, it's not itching anymore."

"Well, that was your father on the phone. He says if it's still bothering
you when he gets home, he'll look at it and if necessary y'all will go to
the ER." Vera turned and left the room.

"Oh man, Dad looking at your butthole bro. That's gonna be em-bare-assing!"
Tyler teased.

"Fuck off," Connor replied before laying down and closing his eyes.

Bill Martin had spent his day helping his mother with chores around the
house. He had turned down four blow jobs before lunch even when one guy
offered him $20. As he folded towels he thought about Gunnar's cock, how it
smelled, the softness of the skin of his Sir's ball sack, and the musk of
his taint. He was lost in reverie when his father came in for lunch.

"I see you're still home helping your Ma."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good of you, son."

Bill wasn't sure why his father was complimenting him. "Thanks, Pa."

Willard Martin pulled up a chair next to his son. You know Billy, it's hard
living in this town. Everybody knows everyone's business."

"Yes, Sir."

"You and I have had our problems over the rumor mill talking about you and
your activities.

Bill put down the towel he was folding and glared at his old man. "Yeah, we
have, what of it?" He prepared himself to be struck in the face for his
tone.

"Well, there is an upside to it as well. You were offered money for sex
today and you told the guy no. In fact, you told him and others you were
out of business. I'm proud of you for realizing you're nobody's cum dump."
He patted his son's shoulder. "Martha Mae, is lunch ready?" he called as he
headed into the kitchen.

Bill sat dumbfounded. His father was proud of him.

Willard Martin worked for Best's Machine Shop now. Its owner, Willie Myers,
was a 6'5" descendant of slaves that had worked a plantation in Georgia
before being freed and moving to Florida. He had been one of Bill's
favorite cocks to suck on because he could only get its head in his
mouth. The man was huge. He liked rubbing it into Willard that his son was
the town cocksucker frequently referring to him as a faggot, queer, and
even rent boy though Bill had never taken a dime from me. He had truly been
surprised when he called to summon the cocksucker for a lunchtime blow job
only to be told he was out of business. He had even offered the teen $10
and then $20. He also called up some of his other friends who had shared
Bill's talents under the table as they played poker.

"Jasper, I just called for a BJ, and Billy turned me down."

"Did the same to me earlier this morning Willie. Says he's out of
business."

"Maybe he's gone exclusive with the new coach. You know Junior has always
packed a big one."

"Maybe, but what I heard down to the barber shop was that Coach had set the
law down to the team. Get caught having sex at school or school event and
you're off the team. No if, ands, or buts," Jasper explained.

"Really, Junior is doing his part to shape the team up. Those little
motherfuckers have had too many years of drinking and partying to win many
games. Bad for my dick but good for the team."

"I talked to Eugene up at the Shell Station. He called for a BJ too and got
turned down. He thinks all this queer baiting that is going on at the
hospital and high school is behind it."

"Guess Arcadia is going to move into the 21st Century."

"Well, after supporting Trump in 3 elections you would think it would never
change. But winds are blowing," Jasper said. "Just got to find me a cock
sucker. I wonder if that new priest up to the Catholic Church is a cock
sucker or just goes after little boys?"

"I met him at the Grill last week. Rev. Glen Chester. Nice enough guy
around 50. Pretty good shape. Couldn't tell what side it hangs on
though. Must be a grower, Gotta get back to work here Jasper. Talk to you
soon. Let me know if you find a new cocksucker."

"You do the same, Willie."

Fr. Glen Chester was just finishing his lunch. His old classmate,
Fr. Richard Smiley, from Catholic University in Washington, DC, called
him. "Glen how are things going at the new parish?"

"It's quite a nice place Dick. The older population that built the place is
slowly dying off and the Hispanic community is growing. The bishop just
assigned a new associate pastor from Puerto Rico. We'll see how he gets
along with the folks. They are mostly Mexican Farm Workers."

"Met any discreet men yet?" Dick inquired.

"You know I don't shit in the kitchen, Dick. I would have thought that the
last episode with the choir director at your last assignment would have
cured you too."

"Too right you are Glen. We got away with murder in seminary though, with
your good looks and my long dick we initiated quite a few into the order of
St. Richard!" Smiley laughed at his own joke.

"Well, the news here is about the new head coach, his husband, and six
children. Homophobia has reared its head in sleepy little Arcadia. The
hospital and local high school have both incurred legal jeopardy for
discriminating against a gay couple and their children. The bishop was on
the phone with me just this morning reminding me to tread carefully. Hate
the sin love the sinner sort of thing. He acts like he isn't aware that
over half of the clergy are gay or bi. Hell, you can't get through the
seminary without at least one blow job or a hand job."

"So have you met this gay couple?" Dick inquired.

"Not yet, but if you followed the Steelers, you know him, Clay Reed."

"I do know him. He was the one raped in college. Got injured and was
released by the Steelers. So he's a coach now."

"A Coach and a math teacher. A local lad. His family are well-known
entrepreneurs and philanthropists. They even helped build the new rectory
here a few years back with a generous donation. Mrs. Reed helps out in all
the church bazaars even though she herself is a Methodist."

"Well, the juiciest tidbit from here is that caught Sister Jill Farley and
sister Monica Grayson at a Lessie Bar kissing. They've been sent back to
their mother houses for consultations."

"Dickie, when are you coming to visit so I can nail your ass again?"

"Dear Sweet Glen. I do like the stretch your cock gives my lily-white
ass. I'm afraid as part of my punishment I have to stay close to home for
the next year. You could come here for a few days and we could go to my
Dad's cottage. I love being fucked on the bear skin rug in front of the
fireplace. Perhaps in October when the leaves are changing."

The intercom buzzer rang, "Fr. Glen, Mrs. Serra is on line 2 for you about
the Baptism."

"Thank you, Sarah. Let me finish this call. Are you still there, Dickie? I
have a call. I will try to get away. Perhaps Sunday to Saturday. I'll let
you know in short order. "

"Do that. I might even try to round up a few of our other classmates from
our little club. Pax et Bonum."

"Pax et Bonum." Fr. Glen returned to his work.

At the Fire station, Captain Fred Mack was finishing up a 45-minute
training exercise period with the firefighters in his charge. Fred not only
supervised the workout but participated in at well. They had done squats
using a goblet weight in front, push-ups, body rows, overhead presses, and
lunges with a bicep curl and a triceps press.

"Well done men! Clean up and I'll see you inside. I understand George has a
great lunch planned for us." Fred went into his office, checked for
messages, then stripped out of his fatigues and hopped in his shower for a
quick rinse. Toweling off he fumbled around with his flaccid cock a bit
recalling his lovemaking with Vera the night before. He was interrupted by
a knock at his office door. "Give me a minute to put my pants on," he
called. A few minutes later he opened his office door to find Lieutenants
Yaro and Snivack standing there waiting on him. "You two should have
showered, you reak!"

"We'll get to it after. Inquiring minds want to know," Takakie Yaro stated.

"Well this mind wants to know when you last showered," Fred shot back.

"This morning," Theo Snivack responded, "with my wife."

"Great, at least your body was clean even if your mind was set on sex,"
Fred quipped as he sat behind the desk and pulled his shirt over his head
and down his torso. "What gives?"

"Tell us how dinner went last night. Did the new coach and his husband show
up?" Yaro inquired.

"Clay and Sean were both there with their son Gunnar. Paul and Tracey
Harris were also there with their boy Buddy. The boys got on well, Vera and
Tracey hit it off and I enjoyed both Clay and Sean. Paul was a little
standoffish but you know he's that way if he's not getting his way with
everybody."

"Well, losing a son at birth had to have screwed them both up a bit. Some
couples don't recover from that ordeal. At least they have Buddy and his
sisters," Theo observed.

"Did they put the moves on you Captain? You know gays and their agenda to
convert everyone," Takakie quipped.

"No one was dancing. I can tell you Clay eats like a horse. I thought I was
feeding three teenagers in him alone," Fred guffawed.

"Well, it must be true then. If he eats like a horse, he must be hung like
one. At least that's what those who went to school with him say," Theo
shared.

"Since when do you care what a man has between his legs Theo? You trying to
tell me you're bisexual?"

"Hold on Captain, I was just repeating gossip."

"Yes, Lieutenant you were. It's not a good look on you. This was supposed
to be a great homecoming for a hometown hero. Instead, it has been a
nightmare for them and their children." Fred returned to his work and the
two lieutenants left his office.

Back in the break room, the shift gathered around to hear what the captain
had to say. They looked expectantly at Theo and Takakie. The pair went over
and poured themselves a cup of coffee and said nothing. Laura Yost finally
blurted out, "Well, what did he have to say?"

Theo took a sip from his Best Dad Ever Mug. Setting the mug down he looked
at the assembled firefighters and EMTs. "He said I was a gossip and to stop
being concerned about what's between a man's legs." He picked up his mug
and resumed drinking his coffee.

Takakie nodded in agreement, "We have better things to do with our
time. You know what needs to be done. So hop to it." The crew disbursed
mumbling amongst themselves.

At the Mack's the doorbell rang. Vera answered it and yelled upstairs,
"Tyler, some of your buddies are here. I told them you'd meet them in the
backyard!"

"Thanks, Mom. If they want to ride bikes or something, can I go along?"

"Not a chance! You did the chore your Dad set. I have a list too. Now go
spend some time with your buds."

"Yes, Ma'am," Tyler replied before scooting out the back door to gather
with his friends at the firepit. After a series of high-fives, Tyler ran
back into the house to get his five buddies cokes. He handed them out, sat
down in one of the Adirondacks, and popped his can open. "I'm so glad you
guys came over! I'm being kept busy with chores up the ass."

"Guess we're lucky we can even hang out here after the beer thing," Barry
Moffit commented. "I got my ass chewed out good by my dad when your dad
dropped me off. He even threatened to start having my pee checked for
drugs."

"You only got an ass chewing. I got an ass beating. My old man was so
furious. I never saw him so mad. He told me that since talking with me
didn't get the point across he'd work another angle. He went outside and
got a switch off one of the bushes out front. Then he pulled down my pants
and switched my bare ass about 20 times. I was bawling like a baby. He even
keeps the switch on the mantle in the living room now."

"Man, I'm glad I didn't come over that night. My Mom would beat the crap
out of me with her fists," Dexter Pester admitted. Everyone in town knew
Julie Pester was a mean drunk. Given the fact she was drunk almost every
night and every weekend, few bothered with her. Her husband, Roland, stayed
around to keep the 5 kids safe but Dexter was the last one at home
now. Town gossip had it that he'd be out the door the day Dex graduated in
two years.

Frankie Espirito sat sipping his coke and listening to the
conversation. His parents were more afraid that he'd be playing with
himself. They had a knack for knowing when he was trying to jack off at
home. That was information he didn't wish to share.

Javier Hererra was also taking the discussion in. "So did they let you or
not?" he blurted out.

Tyler shook his head. "Nope, I was not allowed to participate in the
campout or the jack-off session."

"How do you know they jacked off? Frankie asked.

"Well, I didn't catch them in the act but I did catch a whiff of cum inside
the tent. Oh, and we have another BMOC!" He paused long enough to make sure
everyone was paying attention. Gunnar has a huge slab of meat between his
legs."

"You saw him naked!" Javier gasped. "How did you manage that?"

"I showed up just after they must have finished jacking off. All three of
them were naked. So when I'm allowed to host again, we can invite Con and
his friends without having to worry about jacking off."

"Thanks for the cokes, Ty. Can you come down to the park and shoot some
hoops with us? Coach says we need to keep practicing even if it's not our
season yet," Barry asked.

"No man. I asked before I came outside and it was a big no."

"Well dig yourself out of that pile of shit you got yourself into," Frankie
quipped.

"Wish I knew a quicker way."

"Try looking around for ways to help without being asked," Dex
offered. It's how I keep my mother off my case."

"Good idea Dex, thanks."

Tyler's friends crushed their Coke cans and tossed them in the recycle bin
near the garage before mounting their bikes and heading off to the
park. Tyler went inside and started folding laundry without being asked.

Back at Harris Ranch, the three hands were enjoying their afternoon off
work. Carlos was making snacks while Bill and Roberto were playing
Conquian.

"My ass is really sore," Carlos noted.

"Well, you did take 3 cocks today puta," Bill stated.

Roberto observed, "He's been double-fisted. He likes taking a fist to the
elbow."

"Nothing wrong with taking it deep inside," Carlos chided his buddies.

"Better you than me," Bill admitted. "What do you think of Sir Paul being
involved?"

"Kinky! But could we be busted for having sex with a minor?" Roberto
worried.

Carlos dropped off the snack tray on the table, "Oh please, we're Hispanic
in a white man's world. You can bet on going to jail for touching a white
boy sexually, even if he is the one calling the shots." The bunkhouse phone
rang and Carlos answered it. "How can we help?" He listened for a few
moments. "Yes Sir, dinner at five then in our bedrooms and lights-out by
6:30 pm instead of 8 pm. Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."

Roberto and Bill stopped playing cards to focus on Carlos. "You
heard. Master Paul says dinner will be brought down to us at 5 and we're to
eat, clean up and be in our bedrooms by 6:30 tonight."

"Wonder why so early?" Roberto quired.

"Who knows? The last time he gave that order he brought in friends to use
our asses. I think we clean out and be ready to serve," Carlos suggested.

"Good call. Whether it is his friends or Master or Sir, we should be ready
to serve. Is that all the guacamole you made Carlos?"

"I saved a little for myself. You keep eating those corn chips like that
we'll call you Gordo!"

The three farmhands bantered back and forth spending an enjoyable afternoon
in the air-conditioned bunkhouse. A knock at the door signaled dinner had
arrived. The three grabbed shorts and pulled them on before Bill went to
the door while Roberto and Carlos set the table.

"Evening Mrs. Harris and Buddy. Please let me help you," Bill offered
courteously while taking the heated satchel from Mrs. Harris. Paul followed
behind with a cooler.

"Y'all had such a good day that I thought I'd fix you a special treat this
evening," as she began unpacking the food and placing it on the
table. "First, we have pork empanadas.  Next, I made chicken adovada which
I paired with corn tacos, crumbled Cotija cheese, cilantro, onion, and lime
slices." Turning to Buddy, Tracey opened the small cooler and produced the
dessert. "Finally, you can top it off with Mexican chocolate pie!"

"Senora Harris, you are always so good to us. From making dinner for us
every Sunday and Wednesday to making sure we had what we needed to keep the
bunkhouse in order. You have outdone yourself tonight. Muchos gracias,"
Roberto spoke for the three men.

"Well, eat up. You can bring the pans and dishes back to the main house
tomorrow," Tracey instructed them. "Come Buddy, time for our evening meal."
Tracey led her son out the door.

Just before closing the door Bud called back, "Looking forward to seeing
more of what y'all are capable of tomorrow."

"That little fucker is going to be working us as much as his old man," Bill
commented.

Forget it for tonight," Roberto advised. "Time to enjoy the feast." The
three ranch hands dug into the tasty meal.

At 6:15 Bill reminded his companions, "Fifteen minutes to lights out.: He
started washing up his plate and utensils. The others joined in finishing
the cleanup and headed for their rooms at 6:30and the lights were out.

Paul, Tracey, and their four kids were sitting on the screen porch enjoying
the evening breeze. The girls wanted to chase fireflies.

"You let them be girls, they are in danger of becoming extinct," Tracey
directed her youngest three children to settle down."

"Are they going to smell bad?' Zora asked innocently.

"No dear, they may just go away and not come back," Tracey explained.

Bud went outside and caught one of the insects and brought it into the
screen porch. He sat cross-legged on the lanai and called his sisters,
Zora, Yola, Willa, come and see what I have in my hands." The girls
gathered around their older brother as he held up his cupped hands and
peered inside to see the lightning bug glowing. "Look inside and then I'm
going to let it go back outside." The three girls took turns looking at the
bug five times each before they let Bud release it back into the yard.

Yola ran up to her brother with her arms outstretched. When he picked her
up she gave him a big kiss on his nose. "I wov use," the 4-year-old
exclaimed.

Tracey took the girls in to get them ready for bed. Paul's cell phone
rang. "Harris here." He listened for a few moments. "Excellent see you
around 8:30. You sure you know how to get here?" He listened again. "Yes,
that's right. See you then."

"We have company this late Pap?" Bud asked using his childhood name for his
father.

"Not exactly company son. I've given a lot of thought to how to handle a
certain problem. Everything I've tried hasn't worked. So I'm going to rely
on an expert. Tonight is the night I can mark that problem solved and move
on. Do you want to be involved or just find out about it in the morning
when I tell your mother?"

Bud considered a moment before answering. "I'd like to be involved. I want
to understand everything about running this place. Seeing how you solve a
problem is a great lesson."

Paul ruffled his son's strawberry blond locks. "We're going to be outside
for a while so I suggest jeans and long sleeve shirt to keep some of the
skeeters off." Paul and his son headed into the house to prepare.

Ten minutes later the father and son walked out of the house. Paul led the
way to the bunkhouse. The building was long and divided into different
sections. The great room on the north end served as the kitchen, dining
room, and entertainment room. It was well equipped with a large flat-screen
TV as well as a pool table. A hallway that fronted along the porch led to
the other two areas. Going down the hall you found a laundry room with a
toilet inside. Then four bedrooms, each containing a bunk bed, two chests
of drawers, a chair, and a closet. This is the area the three ranch hands
occupied. The next section hadn't been used in years as it was like a giant
dorm. This is where the farmworkers would bunk during harvest time. At the
far end of it were community showers, wash basins, and toilets. Paul sat
down on the stairs to the porch and motioned for Bud to do the same.

"What are we doing here, Pap?"

"You'll see soon enough. Now no talking for the moment. I want you to steel
yourself. Things may get a bit tense in a bit."

At 8:35 a black SUV followed by a Black transport van pulled up to the
bunkhouse and parked. The driver and the front passenger got out. Both men
were black, at least 6'5" each, and were in excellent shape. They wore
tight-fitting shorts and jeans with military-style boots. The passenger
opened the back door and an older gentleman stepped from the car. He was
black and had silver hair and a goatee. He was dressed in a dark suit with
a red and blue striped tie. "Good evening, Paul. Whom do we have here?"

Evening D'Andrea. This is my son Paul. Bud this is Mr. D'Andrea Jones." Bud
reached out to shake the gentleman's hand.

"I see you're raising him right and showing him the ropes," Smith
commented.

"Yes, we started his education on how to run a stable today in fact."

"Well then, he's about to get quite the education. Any changes to the
layout inside?"

"Nope, Going down the hall Bill is in the first bedroom on the left, Carlos
is in the second, and Roberto is in the third."

Mr. Jones nodded to the men who had gotten out of the van. One of the men
produced a black box that when opened had three syringes in it. "Let's make
sure they're asleep." The three men entered the bunkhouse. "Now I have a
rare offer for you Paul. I know we discussed one but I have a set of twins
from Canada we've been training. They were involved in a vehicle accident
while under the influence which resulted in the deaths of three people in
Montreal. They fled to the States and got into trouble in Mississippi
selling drugs and not turning over the profits to their employer. That's
how they came into my possession. Come on back and inspect them. We've
broken their willfulness and they will obey any and all orders. We also now
chip slaves so they can be traced should they try to run. If you take them,
I'll microchip the other two slaves staying with you for no additional
charge.

The guard standing near the van opened the back door. "Get your asses out
and show respect to your betters." Two men quickly got out. They were naked
and hairless from head to toe. Their penises were locked in electronic
chastity cages. They got down on their hands and knees and kissed
Mr. Jones's shoes, then the guard's boots, Paul's work boots, and Bud's
trainers. They then stood and interlocked their hands behind their heads
and stood with legs apart. Their eyes cast down to the ground.

"Are they cut or uncut?"

"They were natural until they jumped and beat up the doctor giving them an
exam. It was their first lesson that actions have consequences."

He opened the first slave's mouth. "I don't see any fillings." He checked
the second one's mouth. "Ah, I see it's got one in a molar." He grabbed the
second slave's balls and squeezed hard. A slight grimace appeared on the
slave's face but it remained silent. Paul repeated the ball squeeze with
the first slave. "Bud check their nipples."

Bud walked up to the first slave. He grabbed its right tit and twisted hard
while slapping the slave's balls. That slave took in a sharp breath of
air. Bud moved on to the second slave. This time he kicked it in the balls
doubling the slave over. That's when Bud grabbed both of its tits and
pinched them between his fingernails. The slave shuddered as cum dripped
from its chastity cage.

"That one likes pain. Can't seem to get enough of it," Jones
commented. "Had to start using it as a reward. The punishment for it is
being locked in a closet."

"Mr. Jones all three are down," one of the attendants reported from the
bunkhouse door.

"Decision time Paul, One for One or Two for One with chips added to the
other two?"

"How old are they?"

"Twenty-five. I have their identity papers here. We ordered them from
Canada."

"Bud, you know Bill is 2 years older than me, Roberto is the same age as
me. These two, if they work out, could be here a long time and you might
very well inherit them. Can you see yourself working them?"

"So they're 12 years older than me. I don't mind. I think I could have some
real fun with the pain pig."

Paul marveled at how nonplused his son was dealing with a slave
trader. "We'll take them both. What are their human names?"

"Aaron and Andrew Ruebens. The attendants that had been in the bunkhouse
carried a hooded Carlos to the van and tossed him in the back. The third
man carried two black garbage bags containing the former ranch hand's
belongings. They also were tossed in the back and the van doors were closed
and locked. "I have your account info, Paul. Is that where I'll debit the
fees?"

"Yes, that will be fine. Now what clothes do you have for these two?"

"Go ahead and chip the other two. Take these two and put them in separate
bedrooms to start. Put Aaron into that predicament position we discussed."
Jones pulled out a remote and pushed in a code and the locks on the two
chastity devices popped open. Two attendants removed the devices and cock
rings and withdrew butt plugs from the two slaves. "Well Paul, each comes
with a pair of work boots and trainers. Two pairs of jeans, two T-shirts,
two long sleeve work shirts, two dress shirts, a pair of dress slacks, a
belt, 7 pairs of socks, a hat, and 7 handkerchiefs. In addition, they have
a fresh kit with deodorant, toothpaste, shaving cream, and razor. We're
also including your favorite chastity device and keys. Well, work the
$15K."

Aaron and Andrew took a box with their belongings from the back of
Mr. Jone's SUV and followed the attendants into the house.

"Now where are the chips installed and how do they work?"

"It's absolutely brilliant. Dr. Petrie came up with the idea. Each slave
now has a guiche piercing which doubles as a leash attachment. Behind the
guiche is the chip. In this folder is a card explaining how to download the
APP. The codes for these two are also in there and we'll give you the other
codes when they are done installing the chip and the guiches. The packet
also contains their birth certificates, passports, and Canadian driver's
licenses. Included are licenses for Florida. We paid our contact in Tally
get them into the system. We also got them social security numbers and
naturalized them. Really $15K is a bargain! They don't do well apart so
this situation works out for you, me, and them. Oh, Aaron has a toy that we
threw in for free." He reached out to shake hands with Paul and then
Bud. "And you, young Sir, I think you are going to particularly like the
predicament Aaron is in right now. Use his mouth, tits, ass, and balls any
pain-filled way you desire." Jones climbed into his car with his assistants
and left.

Paul and Bud walked into the bunkhouse. Bill was snoring softly as the
attendant gave Paul a card with the tracking code on it. Andrew was in the
second bedroom putting its belongings away. The attendant was just
finishing up the implant and guiche when Paul entered Roberto's bedroom. He
watched as the guiche was secured in place. The attendant stood and handed
Paul the code.

"Is there anything Master or Sir would like to know before we leave?"

"No, I think we're covered for now. I've got D'Andrea's number if I have
questions."

"Have a good night, Sirs," he stated as he left the bedroom and the
building. A few moments later they heard the van start and depart.

They walked to the fourth bedroom. Aaron was hanging from the rail of the
upper bunk upside down. On each calf was a leather harness that hooked into
the bed rail. Master Paul, with a wicked smile on his face, asked, "So this
is the bitch's favorite position?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Why?"

"Sir, permission to explain?"

"Granted."

"Sir, its worthless clit and gonads are fully exposed for abuse while its
mouth can be utilized by another worthy and superior man, Sir."

"I think I get the idea Ari. Sir Paul how would you like a blow job before
bed?"

"I think I'd enjoy that Master Paul," Bud replied while kicking off his
shoes and dropping his pants. He left his shirt in place.

"Andy," Master Paul bellowed.

"Reporting for duty, Master. How may I serve?" Andy replied as he sped into
the room, slid to his knees, and looked at the floor waiting for orders.

"To begin with position Sir Paul so he can get a blow job from your brother
while you rim him." Harris then took off his own boots and jeans.

Andy positioned Bud on the bed so his head was toward the wall, If Sir
would prop his feet up pm the rail and spread them further Sir. Yes, Sir
that should give us both access.  Ari leaned backward stretching his torso
to that his cock and balls were even more exposed. The slave grabbed Sir
Paul's legs and brought his mouth down onto the teenaged prick. Andy got
down on the floor, gently spread Sir Paul's ass cheeks apart, and began
rimming the pink hole.

Master Paul looked at the scene and drew his leather belt from his
jeans. Doubling it in half he swung it full force striking the underside of
the new slave's cock. Ari moaned as the pain swept through its body and its
endorphins began building. Paul reached up and pinched the slave's
sensitive tits with his fingernails again causing the contorted male to
wince and moan into the cock it was laving with tis tongue.

Master Paul moved to Ari's balls hammering them individually with the thick
brown belt 10 or 12 times before turning the belt around. The silver belt
buckle hit with a thud that echoed through the bunkhouse. Ari paused in his
efforts of blowing the young Sir as his mind reeled from the pain. Tears
ran from his eyes.

"That got his attention Pap," Bud stated. "It's shedding tears. Ah, it
started blowing me again."

"How the rim job?"

"Not bad, but it can't get all the way in with me in this position."

"Then it can switch to my ass," Master directed, and slave Andy complied by
getting behind the man abusing his brother's junk. It spread the ass cheeks
and saw quite a bit of shit sticking to the hairs. It began by gnawing at
the fecal scraps before licking and probing the anus of its new Master.

Master Paul could also access slave Ari's asshole. He began probing it with
one hand while still squeezing and roughing up the cock and balls with his
other hand. Bud was getting close to unloading his nut into the slave's
mouth. He lasted five more minutes before he grabbed the slave's shaved
head and shot 4 ropes of cum into the throat of their new acquisition.  He
didn't release the slave's head but held it in place as his cock softened.

The teen's father heard his son's orgasm and turned on the slave rimming
his ass. "Get on all fours. Andy complied instantly. Paul's cock was hard
as nails when he spat a couple of times on the shaft and head and rubbed
the saliva around a bit before spitting on the ass presented before him. He
positioned his cock head and shoved it in. Andy closed his eyes to the
pain. It had felt worse in the last 8 months at the training camp. It
lowered its shoulders and arched its back to give its Master a better ride.

Bud growled at Ari, "Don't lose a drop," before releasing a bladder full of
piss into the slave's mouth. Swallowing upstream isn't the easiest thing to
do but Ari managed it with just a few drops seeping from his
nostrils. Buddy released the slave's head and stood up. He watched his
father plowing Andy's ass for a few minutes before using his fingernails to
pinch at Ari's cock head.

Noticing the redness in the slave's chest, Bud gripped the slave's torso
and lifted it slightly so that the cleats holding it to the bed came
free. He then tossed it onto the bed.

Master Paul unloaded just two short bursts of cum into Andy's bowels and
pulled out. The slave pivoted and sucked his ass slime off its Master's
cock. Then both slaves knelt on the floor awaiting instructions.

"Ari you may help me dress. Andy, you assist Sir Paul." The two slaves
sprang into action dressing their new owners.

Afterward, Master Paul showed them the bunkhouse. In the great room, he sat
down and they took kneeling positions on the floor. Bud remained
standing. "It will be your choice as to how long you are here. Comply and
things will be good. Screw up and you'll be carted away like Carlos was
this evening. There is food in the fridge. Help yourself should you be
hungry. It is also your choice to have separate rooms as tonight or if you
want to share space you may. Separate rooms have advantages for some
modicum of privacy, especially if my son or our friends want to utilize
your services individually. The other two are not aware of what happened
tonight. In the morning Sir Paul and I will come down after our breakfast
and go over what is expected in more detail with the four of
you. Questions?"

Aaron answered for them both, "Master, Sir, No questions. If slave may, It
wishes you both a good night and thanks you."

Master Paul patted his head. "Good night. Come, Bud."

The two left the bunkhouse and walked back to the main house to shower and
sleep after a very eventful day.

The two new slaves shared Andy's bunk that night hugging each other. Ari
told his brother, "I like it here. We have our own rooms, food, work to do,
and sex with them wasn't too bad."

Andy replied, "I enjoyed the sex. You enjoyed the pain. We'll need to ask
the other two what it is like day to day. I'm content to stay here too. I
feel safe and strangely cared for, for the first time since the accident."
Snuggling together they fell asleep.

Darkness settled over Arcadia as he cicadas and bullfrogs sang, owls hooted
and hunted, bats consumed mosquitos, and all folks, whether straight, gay,
democrats or republicans, of many races and creeds, spent the night in deep
slumber.