Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 12:46:04 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -7

Two days away from work and getting butt fucked by breed dogs was just
what the doctor ordered. I slept in late on saturday morning, my body
physically exhausted from all the sex pounding it received all week.
After fucking me, my boss Bud Ryker and his farm hand Thomas Willis hosed
me off like a mangy mut, then sent me on home with my first week's pay
check -in cash. I had intended to met with my friends (who claimed I'd
been avoiding them all week) at the local tavern for a few late night
drinks, but was just too tired to attend. When I got in, I stripped naked
and flopped into the bed for an uninterrupted 10 hours of straight sleep.

Usually my parents wake me up early on saturdays to mow the lawn, clean
the garage, or help out around the house with some other chores. But this
time they allowed me to sleep in, knowing I would be tired after my first
week of hard manual labor. They loved the fact that I had a job and was
taking responsibility in their eyes. It didn't matter if I was selling
hotdogs at the local ball park, so long as I had my own cash and didn't
have to hit them up for every little thing I wanted or needed. They
thought the world of Bud Ryker for hiring me off the street with no
farming experience what so ever. They told all of their friends how Bud
was helping to make a "man" out of me, how he was teaching me farm work,
and making me earn an honest living doing a hard days work. Little did
they know that he was making me perform sexually for his farm dogs.
Making me take their humongous cocks up my ass a dozen times a night.
That he and his farm hand was now fucking me as well, having shared me
after the dogs had their ways with me. I felt like used and left over
meat, chewed up and spit to the ground as I walked home that night with
my asshole still leaking. I felt as if my manhood was robbed, having been
stripped away when the first human cock erupted in my bowels, marking me
forever as someone's "pussy-boy". It was traumatic for me having lost my
anal virginity to another man, knowing that that was something that I
could never get back.

When I finally got out of bed, it was nearly 10am. I showered, dressed,
then made my way downstairs into the land of the living where my mother
made me a late breakfast. Dad was just getting in from working in the
front yard. My parents sat at the kitchen table watching me eat as they
asked me a ton of questions about my job. They assumed I was working as
another farm hand, -bailing hay, cleaning manure, rustling cows, herding
chickens and et-certera. They had no idea of the true nature of my work
as a mate for the specially bred highly erotic dogs Bud Ryker engineered
on his farm. They didn't know that their son was being forced to use his
body in ways they never intended. That my ass guts was probably still
swimming in the remnants of their collected sauces.
My dad was cheesing during the whole conversation. He took credit for
getting me the job, having suggested it to Bud when we ran into him at
the Home Depot over a week ago. He had no idea what that chance meeting
actually did to me. It was the start of my manly destruction as I became
a whore for both man and beast.

"Don't you like the job, Ricky?" asked mom, sensing that something was
wrong as she reached out and gently touched my hand. "Don't you feel much
better knowing you're creating your own way through life? That you're
able to provide for yourself without having to lean on your father and me
for something as simple as a pack of cigarettes?"

I knew mom was right, my laziness is what got me in the predicament in
the first place. As dad had said millions of times before, I spent too
much time hanging out partying late with my buddies. "Time is very
fleeting, Rick, don't wake up 10 years from now and find yourself still
standing still". I had already wasted 2 years farting around jobless
since highschool. Even though I was doing a job I felt degraded me, it
was relatively easy and required no real skills to master. In essence, it
was easy money. The only problem was that it would all end in spring,
when Bud's mating season began. His 3 prize male dogs would go back to
fucking his stock of bitches, leaving me high and dry and jobless once
again.

That evening I hung out with my friends, drinking beer and cracking jokes
outside of the local pool hall-tavern which everyone in town eventually
came through on a bored friday or saturday night. We were kicking back
enjoying ourselves, heckling many of the females that walked by,
obviously not interested in a bunch of drinking teenagers.

"So where you been all week, Rick?" asked Mitch, having realized that I
hadn't been spending as much time with them as usual in the past week.

"uh...my dad found me a job..." I said, hoping my friends wouldn't press
on too much and reveal where he was working.

"Working where?" asked Mitch, killing that conscious hope.

"Jhhbsi kfhfhiu." I mumbled quickly through the mouth of my beer bottle.

"Where?" repeated Mitch.

"Ryker's farm." I sighed.

"Ryker's farm?" smirked Chuck. "You mean SHEEP country?"

"Yeah." I admitted, knowing they would make fun.

"You ain't go and fall in love with that sheep we fucked there last
month, now did you Rick?" smiled Mitch, teasing me.

"Here we go with the jokes. THAT's why I didn't want to tell you guys
where I've been hanging." I said, truthfully. That AND I didn't want them
to find out what I was really doing there on the farm.

"Awe, we just pulling your leg." laughed Mitch, good humored.

"Fuck that, HE has free reign to that sheep bitch! I'm jealous!" teased
Chuck, tossing his empty beer across the lot in mock jealousy, bringing
another round of snickers from the guys.

"You fuck that sheep again since you been back there?" asked Luke,
curiously.

"No." I answered, honestly. "Fucking that sheep was a one time deal with
me. I don't intend to do it again."

"That's what they ALL say." said Mitch, enjoying the hazing.

"Damn, I wish we had some weed!" sighed Chuck, already losing his beer
buzz. "Where can we score some good stuff?" he asked, looking around at
us.

"We could get it from Joe's like always. It's saturday night, he's
probably just inside the tavern." I suggested, finishing up my beer as
well.

"Joe's weed sucks, and you know it!" rejected Chuck, wanting something
more potent.

Just then the side door to the tavern burst open, and out came 3 guys I
recognized immediately as helpers on Ryker's farm. 2 of them were
spanish, and spoke to me with a quick nod of the head as they drunkenly
walked by on way to their cars and their perspective homes. The third guy
stopped directly in front of me, making my heart freeze in my chest
cavity. I held my breath, hoping the guy would have mercy on me in front
of his friends as he eyed me directly and smiled a wicked grin.

"Rick..." said the man, his alcoholic breath shooting straight up my
nose.

"Willis..." I smiled weakly, praying he wouldn't say anything
embarrassing.

"What you up to?" he asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Just hanging with my friends." I responded, casually.
Willis took his time looking around at my friends. It was obvious that he
was drunk as he swayed back and forth like a flag pole in the wind. The
guys all looked back at him, listening out for his next words as he sized
each of them up in a glance.

"What you plan on doin with them?" he asked with an evil smirk and a
wink.

"We...we're just...hanging..." I stammered, nervously.

"Hangin? or Bangin?" joked Willis, wrapping his heavy arm around my neck
to help support his weight.

"Hey man..." called Chuck, grabbing both of our attentions. I thought he
had caught onto Willis' drift, and was about to ask him what the deal
was. I could tell by the arrogant way in which Willis looked back at him,
that he thought the same thing too. "...do you know where we can get some
good weed?"

"Weed?" asked Willis, thrown off by the question. I breathed a sigh of
relief, having dodged a bullet. I just knew the shit was about to hit the
fan. "The best shit's in Hattsfield." said Willis. "The blacks have the
killer dope. You get stoned high off just a couple of puffs."

"Seriously?" asked Chuck, hopefully.

"Mark my words, kid. When you want good weed, go to the niggers." slurred
Willis, catching Chuck hook, line, and sinker. "Ask for a guy named ROC.
He'll get you what you want."

"Thanks man." smiled Chuck, ready to go.

"You crazy?" I interjected, thinking of the danger. "You want to drive
over to "Blacksville" at this time of night to buy drugs from some
gangster drug dealer none of us knows? Are you looking to get jacked?"

"Don't be such a wuss, Rick. It's just across the bridge. Ain't like we
ain't never been to Hattsfield before." snared Chuck, eager to get
higher. "You IN or OUT?" he asked, impatiently.

"Before you go..." interrupted Willis, tightening his grip around my
neck. "...let me talk to you for a minute, in private."

"uh...okay." I answered skeptically, figuring I knew what Willis wanted
to "talk" about. "I'll...I'll be right back, guys." I said, hoping to get
Willis as far from ear shot as possible. I knew the man was drunk, and
didn't want him to accidentally saying something that I would most
definitely regret later.
We walked to the far side of the parking lot, where Willis had parked his
old jalopy. When we got to his pick-up, he started rambling on about his
wife and how she doesn't appreciate him.

"That fat bitch!" he spit, lighting a cigarette as we walked around to
the concealed side of his truck which faced away from my friends view.
"She lays around all day gettin fatter, and fatter, like that big bitch
ROSEANNE" he complained. "Fuckin her's like fuckin a beached whale. Her
stomach rolls like a bowl of white jello every time I get the bed rockin.
And eating her pussy's like stickin my head between between some fat
chinese wrestler's legs. I can't tell you the last time she aired that
smelly twat of hers out! Makes me want to puke just thinking about it!"
'Me too' -I thought, picturing his wife naked in bed. But I really didn't
see what that had to do with me.

"I'm sorry to hear that." he managed to say, trying not to snicker at his
pain. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"
Willis took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing out smoke gingerly as
if thinking of what he wanted to say.

"I need some pussy." he said in a drunken whisper. "I can't wait til
monday night when you get back to fucking the dogs. I need some NOW. Or
my dick's gonna explode like the fuckin 4th of July." he said, sincerely.
He HAD to be joking.

"uh, Willis...I can't." I said, turing him down flat. "I'm hanging out
with my friends, man. I'm not on the clock. AND I already told you that
I'm NOT gay." I reminded him. "Can't we talk about this later, back on
the farm?"

"Later?" asked Willis, sounding annoyed. "I want to fuck NOW, you lil'
dog bitch!" he yelled, making me nervous again. "So you BEST get your
lil' pussy ass in gear, before I go over there and tell your faggot fuck
buddies just what you've been up to with Bud's dogs!"

"No, please...!" I begged, scared that he might be just drunk enough to
do it.

"Please what, Bitch?" asked Willis, staring at me through blood shot
eyes.

"Please don't tell my friends..." I begged, willing to do whatever was
necessary to keep my secret safe.

"Tell them what, cocksucker?" asked Willis, wanting to degrade me. "That
you like letting Bud's big dick dogs fuck your tight lil' hole? Or that
you like taking real men's loads down your faf throat? Which is it?"

"Please..." I cried, tears starting to fill my eyes as I saw my friends
talking in the distance. "I... I'll do anything you want." I offered.

"You bet your sweet ass you will!" responded Willis. "I ain't in no mood
to drive all the way back out to the farm..." he informed, looking around
for a place to perform a quickie. "...so let's just do it here." he
suggested.

"Here?" I asked, knowing there was no way I was going to get butt fucked
in public with my friends standing only 25 feet away. "Come on,
Willis.... someone's bound to see us out here. Lets just go back out to
the farm, where we can do it in private."

"Fuck that. I'm too drunk to drive all the way back there, fuck, and then
drive home." he said, leaning back against the truck to hold himself up.

"Then how bout I just blow you?" I asked desperately, thinking it might
be easier to conceal a blowjob then intercourse.

"You want to suck my dick?" asked Willis, prolonging my torment. "I KNEW
you'd come around to liking it!"

"Yes. I want to suck your dick." I repeated, telling him what he wanted
to here as I reached down to unbuckle his pants.
I gave a quick over Willis' shoulder to make certain that my friends were
still engaged, then sank to my knees in front of Will. I had a hard time
pulling his stiff cock from his boxer shorts. But once it was free, I
stuffed it in my mouth and began sucking it hard.

"Yeeeehhhh..." moaned Willis, tossing his cigarette to the ground as he
focused in on what I was doing to him. "That's a real sweet mouth you got
there kid. You could teach my wife a thing or two about suckin." he
complimented. Strangely I enjoyed the comment. I knew that I should have
been more insulted, but I liked knowing he liked the way I sucked him.
I'd had a few blowjobs of my own, and had some real bad ones in the
process. But knowing that I was considered one of the good ones, made me
blush as I picked up speed to make him cum quickly.

Willis' dick filled my mouth fully. No stranger to it's length, I took it
into my mouth over and over, letting my lips dance up and down the
pinkish red shaft as I took more of him into me. Willis stood there for
several minutes, enjoying the feeling as his dick was sucked into the
heated furnace of my mouth. I was concerned that my friends would look
over and see me missing, then come over to investigate, catching me on my
knees with a cock in my mouth. The thought of being caught made me suck
all the harder. Willis moaned as my lips locked around his stiff piece.
My tongue slid along the belly, bathing the shaft in my warm spit as I
tried taking him deeper still.

"Oooo yeeeehhhh..." he groaned, as I sucked with heart, afraid that I
would be branded as the town's cocksucker. "...suck that dick, baby. Show
me how much you want that cum..."
In the distance I could hear the continuance of life going on. Car's
drove by, headlights shinned, people yelled out each other's names as
laughter rang out loudly. Everyone went on enjoying the fruits of
saturday night, unaware that just behind the old tattered pick-up, I was
on my knees sucking cock like a man possessed. I was so afraid that
someone would walk up and any moment, that I was deep throating Willis'
cock without even knowing it. It wasn't until he groaned, grabbed my head
in his hands, and started face fucking me seriously, that I realized that
I had his entire cock in my throat.

He took advantage of my preoccupation, and slammed himself back and forth
through me in long precise strokes. I felt his cock ramming me deep,
stabbing into my convulsing throat over and over as he got closer to
giving me his juices. I heard my friends call my name, knowing that Chuck
would be getting restless by now. I wanted to break free, to see where my
friends stood, but Willis wouldn't let me. He held my head tight and
fucked at my throat, jamming his cock deliberately deeper with each
thrust.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...!" he said in a husky tone, his cock throbbing
wilder with each passing second.

"Rick? Where you at?" I heard Mitch ask, his voice getting closer.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as my nerves were on end. I was just about
to wrestle myself from Willis' grip, when he cock suddenly burst it's
torrent flood of hot cum down my throat.

"UUUHHHHHHH!!!" he groaned, losing his juice in me as his cock poured a
fresh spicy batch of into my belly.

"Rick?" I heard Mitch call again, this time he was right at the truck. I
could hear his footsteps on the rocky gravel coming around front as he
peeked back at us. "Oh, my fault! Sorry!" he said, seeing Willis tuck his
cock back into his pants. "I didn't know you were taking a piss."

"Piss? Yeh, alright." said Willis, zipping back up as I stood beside him.
Mitch was so embarrassed about walking up on Willis, that he didn't even
realize that there was no pee stain on the ground where he allegedly
urinated. He also didn't notice me licking the remainder of Willis' cum
from the corners of my mouth. I could still taste his potent flavor on my
lips as his cum burned a trail down my throat and into my stomach.