Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 13:32:32 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: The Farm Part 2

*I got a lot of great feedback from part 1, so I am continuing the
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I came to as I was being dragged from that field and back to the barn. I
was tossed into a heap on the floor in the middle of the barn and suddenly
a harsh spray of cold water was blasting me. I cried out and tried to curl
up away from it, but a heavy boot kicked me. "Get your fucking piece of ass
unrolled before I beat you, you fucking shit head."

It was that big man again, he was huge. Burly, and with huge boots that
hurt really bad when they kicked me like that. I rolled over as best I
could, and he sprayed me down with that hose until I was mostly clean. The
rope around my neck was yanked up and he dragged me into the stall I'd be
in the night before. This time he tied the rope low enough that I was
laying down this time and not stuck on my knees. A moment later a dirty
bowl was dropped down in front of me. "Eat."

I didn't even know what it was, just some kind of brown looking mush, and I
pressed my face into the bowl and just started to eat, pulling it into my
mouth with my tongue, too exhausted to even do anything else. When the bowl
was empty it was filled with cold water from that hose and he drank that up
to, lapping at it with his tongue. The big man just stood over me, watching
me eat my only meal of the day.

When the water was gone I lay my head down slowly. The big burly man was
grinning down at me, and he kicked me hard in my gut, making me cry out in
pain. "Please, please don't." I begged him, sobbing in pain. I was
terrified. Here I was, a big, muscular stud, reduced to tears, fucked my
dogs all day, hosed down like an animal, eating mush out of a bowl.

I heard the guy laugh, and another big wad of chew spit landed near my
head. "You little fuck toy, you're in for it now. You know I got you for
life yeah? You better get used to this. If you make me happy I might let
you in the house some day, but you're gonna be a fuck hole for a long
time. Got it? You don't talk to no one, you don't stand up, and you don't
do anything I don't tell you to do. You fuck up and you'll know it."

That was all the information I got. The big burly guy left me there for the
night, tied to the floor. I slept because I was so tired and worn out from
my day in the field with the dogs.

I was jerked awake only an hour or two later. I felt like I'd just fallen
asleep. But when I opened my eyes there was a different man standing above
me. He was tall and slender, lanky is the term I'd give him. Just about the
same height as me. He had dark tanned skin from his work out in the field
every day, but he was dressed and had a shitty smile on his face.

"Hey there boy see you learned what a fuck hole is ayup." He grinned down
at me, and I recognized the voice from being the one that had spoke to me
earlier that I hadn't been able to see. I grunted a little, struggling to
sit up. My back ached from the sunburn, my ass felt raw, and I just hurt
all over. "Fuck you." I muttered to him.

But that only made him laugh even more and he shoved me back down quickly
to the floor with a rough hand. "Now you listen here fuck boy I'm gonna
have me some fun and you ain't gona say a word about it, you got that?" He
pulled a dirty sock out of his pocket, and shoved it into my mouth the
moment I opened it to say something.

I realized that he was about to really have some fun with me and I
struggled to get up to my feet, pushing him away from me with my last surge
of strength. He barely budged, laughed even more, and yanked on the rope
around my neck. He yanked me down to the floor again and I hit my knees
hard, grunting in pain. I reached up with my hand to take that sock out but
he grabbed my wrist quick enough, and using the end of that rope around my
neck my hands were tied behind my back tightly.

Once my arms were secure the fuck shoved me down face first and I hit the
floor with another grunt of pain. The man was on me almost as quick as the
dogs had been earlier. I heard his pants come down, and then he was shoving
his dick inside my burning hole. I screamed out behind the gag, but it
didn't matter. He was going to have his way with me whether I wanted it or
not.

"Yea you like that slave boy? You like my big dick fuckin' you good huh?
You like that? Well get used to it cause I'm gona fuck you every night
slave boy."

I was so exhausted, and tied the way I was, I couldn't fight him. I just
lay there, groaning and grunting, tears running down my cheeks as the man
fucked me hard. The only good thing from the encounter was that it didn't
last that long. After only ten minutes or so he shot his load inside me,
and then he smacked my sunburned ass hard, "Mm yeah that fuck hole gona get
so tight from all the fuckin' you're gona get around here boy." He chuckled
as he stood up, fixing his pants. Reaching down he pulled the sock out of
my mouth and untied my arms. I slid down to the floor on my stomach,
breathing hard. "Don't say a word to the boss about this or you'll be a
sorry little fucker you got that slave boy?" He kicked me hard in the side.

I groaned, curling into the fetal position. "Yes, yes I got it!" I cried
out, just wanting him to go away. He did after I agreed not to say anything
to the boss, which I'm assuming is the big burly guy at this point. Since
he's the one that came to collect me and all.

I fell back to sleep soon after, and was able to get a few more hours
in. The next day was just like the first day, and the day after that, and
the day after that. Every morning I was tied in the field, and the dogs had
their way with me all day long, using me as their little bitch, fucking me
all day long. At night that man would come and wake me, and fuck me, and
leave me after. I ate the same mush from the bowl every night, and got
hosed off by the big burly guy.

The days started running in to each other, I was so completely worn down
and exhausted. I was hungry, I was sunburned, and I had completely lost
track of time. How many days did this happen? How long was I kept this way?
The days just grew longer, the sunburn grew tan and I lost weight. The only
two people I ever had contact with were the big guy in the morning and
night, and the guy that came to fuck me. Sometimes I would whimper to be
let go, to be helped, but that would just earn me kicks and slaps, and my
body was always covered in bruises.

And then one day, when I was out in that field, and I had a huge Doberman
tied to me, his big fat red prick buried in my ass, along with that huge
fat knot, keeping us stuck together, I heard footsteps coming my way. He'd
turned around so we were ass to ass and every now and then I could feel
another spurt of doggy cum filling me. I was moaning quietly my eyes
closed, my body tied in its usual position. I heard those steps, and I knew
it was too early in the day for it to be over, the sun was still high in
the sky. And it didn't sound like that other guy that liked to fuck me at
night. No, these were different steps I hadn't heard yet.

I could sense someone standing behind me, watching me. I didn't say
anything, I was too worn out to say anything, I just whimpered quietly.

The man standing there, looking down at the slave with the Doberman tied to
his ass, was the real boss of this place. He was tall, around six feet two
inches, with short brown hair. He wore jeans and work boots, and a white
t-shirt. His head had a cowboy hat on it, and he had dark stubble over his
strong, prominent jaw. He reached down, and lightly pets the dog's head for
a few minutes, listening to that slave whimpering, watching the dog spurt a
few more shots of cum inside the human. Then that knot shrunk a little,
then a little more and the dog was finally able to pull free. The slave let
out a loud groan when the knot came out of his red, swollen ass hole. The
dog took off, leaving the slave alone with the man.

"Do you know where you are?" The man asked, his voice was quiet, educated
sounding. Not like the big burly man, or the other man that came to him at
night in the barn.

"No Sir." Came the faint whisper from the slave.

"You're on my farm, where you'll be living out the rest of your life as my
slave. Are you aware that you're a slave now?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Do you know how long you've been here?"

"No Sir."

"Two months today. It's your anniversary." The man knelt down slowly, one
knee in the dusty dirt next to the slave, and slowly he untied him from his
position on the ground. He untied his arms, and legs, and the rope around
his neck. Very lightly did he roll the slave onto his back so he could get
a better look at him. He used to be a good looking boy, the man could
tell. He was big, strong, and hung like a horse with that long, gorgeous
cock between his legs. But he was thin now, you could see his ribs, and he
was filthy and sun burnt.

The man stroked his hand along the slaves' stomach slowly, just watching
him. "You're broken now. That's how I like my slaves. Broken. It makes them
so much easier to train." He spoke quietly, gently to the new slave. He
could see the confusion in his eyes, the fear, and the pain. He was
perfect.

Reaching down, the man picked the slave up with an arm under his knees and
an arm under his shoulders and carried him like that, cradled against him,
toward the house. Once inside, he took the slave up the stairs and gently
placed him in the tub. Turning warm water on, he let the tub fill up while
he got a towel and soap, and knelt down next to it.

The slave was crying, tears were running down his cheeks, and the man
smiled seeing that. "Good, it's good to cry. Broken slaves are allowed to
cry, and show their fear. You should be afraid, you should be very afraid."

He could see his words having the desired effect. The slave kept crying
softly, completely broken as he lay in that tub. The man would wash him
gently, taking his time. He cleaned his entire body. He took that rope off
his neck, finally. You could see where the rope had burned into his skin
after being on there for two months. He washed behind his ears, his hair,
he cleaned his ass out and his cock, he even washed each finger and toe. It
was a long, soothing bath for the slave. The man spoke quietly the whole
time he was washing the slave.

"You see, when you're a good slave for me, you get rewarded. When you're a
bad slave, you get punished. I like to reward my slaves, I enjoying giving
you pleasure, making you happy. But I demand a lot in return. Respect,
desire, complete loyalty. You're a slave for life because of the petty
crimes you committed, and nothing will change that. Fighting it won't
change it, running away won't change it, nothing will change it. It's
better if you accept your new position in life. You're a big, strong, young
slave. You could have a good life here, or you could make it hell for
yourself. I don't think you want to live out the remainder of your days
tied down out in that field as a fuck toy for the dogs, now do you?"

He watched the slave shake his head the slightest bit and smiled at
him. "That's right, you don't want that. So are you going to be a good
slave, and do as your told, and not argue? Are you going to listen, be
respectful, and accept your new life?"

And again the slave moved, this time nodding his head very lightly.

"Good boy." The man said, pleased with this slave. He could have been a
handful, but two months as a dogs fuck hole had seemed to do the trick.

"Your first lesson then, is to always answer me with a "yes Master" that is
a way to show respect toward me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." And the man smiled again, reaching up to gently stroke the
hair back from the slaves face. "Good boy. Very good."

"Now I want you to relax, I am going to take care of you, and get you back
on your feet, and then we will talk more about the kind of work you're
going to be doing for me here on the farm."

The man was very pleased, and he let the filthy water out of the tub and
refilled it again. Once it was refilled, he shaved the man's face, and his
cock and balls, and even between his ass cheeks. He also cut his hair until
it was just a light buzz over his head. Then he washed the slave down one
more time, making sure he was nice and clean. After the bath, when the
slave was dry, and laid out on a warm, comfortable bed, the man sat next to
him, and fed him soup and crackers, with milk to drink and water as well.

As the slave finally drifted off to sleep, the man smiled, standing there
watching him. Oh he had plans for this one, yes he did. He could hardly
wait to get started. But for now, he moved out of the room, gently turned
the light off, and shut the door, letting the slave get some much deserved
rest.