Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2023 05:49:39 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave -Part 2 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 2 Coby The overseer didn't waste time. He covered my back in Adenerolian, a cream to prevent scarring I'd seen used on our house slaves when my father had gotten angry or the overseer needed to meet out punishment. I didn't expect it to burn. But that wasn't the worst part. Then he opened the door. And the other slaves came in. Master I flipped on the barn surveillance and watched as Coby, my slave, my son, learned his new place and a valuable lesson in sucking cock. Or, really, just surviving getting face fucked. One after the other the farm slaves took their turns in his mouth. The mouth spacer kept his mouth wide open and they showed no deference to a fellow slave. He gagged and choked and vomited and slave after slave soaked their dicks balls deep in my boy. You'd think all slaves would be fit, but they came in all shapes and sizes. Hairy and smooth. Young and old. Bearded and fat. All of them smashing their balls against his face and groaning as they ejaculated in his mouth. Even the house slaves took a turn. The devices locking him in place assured he couldn't get away or do anything other than submit. For some reason, two of the men were especially brutal to him. They even pissed in his mouth after cumming on his face. And then it was the overseer's turn. Coby Part of me ceased to exist as man after smelly man unzipped and put his cock in my mouth. Some of them I'd known before as their master's son, but there was no acknowledgement. It was like the way you'd use a toy or a urinal. They'd just walk in, shove their sweaty cock my mouth, ride it until their balls tightened up and their penis throbbed and ejaculated, then go. Only the two men I'd called fags paid any attention to me as a person. They did their best to make me throw up on their dicks and to hard punch my throat with their dicks over and over. When they came, they pissed and spat on my face before leaving. My throat hurt so bad I knew it was bruised inside. I couldn't believe it when it was finally over. The overseer The boy was filthy. He still didn't look quite like a slave, but his father was proving more willing than I'd ever thought to let me have something I'd only dreamed about. I'd wanted Coby for a long time. He was always so polite and sweet to everyone. He pitched in on the work with zero complaints. He thought nothing about stripping down to his shorts and helping unload or load hay or crops. Every time I saw him, I wanted to possess him. His skin was more perfect than any slaves, clear and somehow an adult with still no hint of a beard or mustache. His teeth were white and perfectly straight. He even had the perfect stomach, flat and with only the tiniest treasure trail. I fucked so many slaves imagining it was his straight free ass under me, begging me to stop. This encounter would be one step to finally having what I wanted, maybe even willingly. Coby He unhooked me and removed the mouth piece keeping my jaw wide and mouth open. Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me into what I'd learn were his rooms. He sat me in his bath tub and turned the faucet on. The water was cold, but still stung my back. The overseer rinsed my hair gently and then began bathing me like a small child. He was gentle. He washed around the butt plug my father had put inside me. Then he helped me to my feet and gently toweled me off, blotting my back with the towel and then reapplying the cream from earlier. Then he handed me a tooth brush and hung some clothes on the towel rack. The overseer The boy was beautiful. I'd seen him almost naked when free before, but this was different. Now, now he was obtainable. He came out of the bathroom in the clothes I'd left on the rack. The shirt was his baseball jersey and the shorts were the nylon ones I'd watched him play basketball in with his friends and the slaves a million times before. I whispered, "Come here, Coby." Then I kissed him. Coby I wanted to tell him I wasn't gay, to fight, but I was learning. All fighting or talking did was cause more pain. He shoved his fat tongue in my mouth and ran his hand up and down my wounds, causing me to wince. But I never said stop. When he led me to his bed, I was afraid. I just knew he would fuck me, despite what my dad had said. But he didn't. He pushed my shirt up and started kissing my stomach, working his way up higher. He kissed my nipples and neck and then sucked on them like I'd done Karen McNally's titties, almost greedy. Then his hand want down to my pants and I felt his hand on my cock through the shorts And then he pulled the shorts down. The overseer I kissed my way down his flat perfect stomach, followed his faint little treasure trail, and then finally tasted my prize. His cock was soft when it went in to my mouth, but still perfect. I couldn't hide my hunger for it. I placed my hands on his tight muscled teenage ass and feasted on his cock. I don't know how long I sucked it before he responded. I had waited until the drug had worn off because I wanted this to be real. But he did respond. Three inches turned into six inches. His cock began to leak sweet teenage precum in my mouth. I didn't want to pull off even to breathe, although as his dick got harder I was almost suffocating on him. And then he groaned. I had imagined that sound, but it was better than I expected. And so was his heavy breathing and the trembling in his stomach. I pulled his hands to my head and sucked a load out of him. Coby I didn't want to get hard. I fought getting hard. But it didn't matter. His mouth was greedy. I had had a lot of girls suck my cock, but it was never like this. He wasn't licking the head gently or barely sucking on it. His lips were mashing against my balls every stroke. His tongue was fast and furiously lashing at my dick while it buried in his throat. It was horrible, but it felt good. My whole body felt good.. When he pulled my hands to his head, I knew he wanted my cum. I also knew there was only one way he was getting it. I closed my eyes and imagined Lauren Denzinger. Her perfect tits bouncing up and down as I fucked her, the way she moaned and called my name, the way her tits and face looked covered in my cum. And it worked. The overseer His cum was sweeter than I'd imagined. I swallowed every drop and then licked his balls and pubes clean of every spare drop. I even licked the sticky off his stomach from where his dick flipped out. Then I pulled his hand to my cock. He had barely touched it when I jizzed all over his hand. I took a second to recover. Then, I got up and made the slave bed up. I knew the master would be suspicious if he slept in mine and so I chained him to the wall in the next room.