Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 09:24:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Country Weekend

A Country Weekend
z119z

© 2015 by the author

Thanks to JM for providing the inspiration for this story and to Ze and Bob
for commenting on it. Comments are appreciated. Please send them to
z119z2000@yahoo.com. Thanks.

"They're a bit kinky."

"What do you mean?"

"Kinky—they like group sex. But don't worry. They're nice guys. They're
not rough or anything like that."

Lenny turned and looked at Jeff. His boyfriend was hunched forward over the
steering wheel, squinting at the poorly lit road. Jeff's head was a darker
profile against the darkness outside. The lights on the dashboard created
odd shadows and blotches of unnatural colors—green, red—on Jeff's
face. It was the face of a stranger. If I took a photograph of Jeff right
now, Lenny thought, I wouldn't recognize the person in the picture as him.

Sometimes Lenny wasn't sure that he knew Jeff at all. Many times when they
were talking, Lenny would ask a question and Jeff would just clam up. In
the three months they had been dating, Lenny had learned not to broach
certain subjects. Jeff didn't like to talk about his past, for example, and
he brushed aside questions about his job. Lenny couldn't say for certain
exactly what Jeff did. When they first met, he had asked. Jeff had muttered
something about running a hiring agency. Whatever he did, he must be
successful at it. He always had lots of money.

And after their first few dates, Jeff never wanted to go out. It was almost
as if he didn't want others to know that they were seeing each other. The
only time he had gotten angry at Lenny was when Lenny had casually
mentioned that he had spoken about Jeff to some of his friends. Jeff hadn't
liked that at all. He thought Jeff was going to hit him, When Jeff finally
calmed down, he said. "I'm a private person. Just keep quiet about us. I
don't want people gossiping."

Along with the secretiveness was a tendency to be domineering. Jeff liked
to be the one who made the decisions. At first he had consulted Lenny about
what they would watch on TV or what takeout they should get delivered, but
lately he just announced his decisions and expected Lenny to go along.

Lenny supposed that he ought to be more forceful, but it wasn't his way. He
didn't like squabbles, especially about trifles. It was just easier to
agree with Jeff. Lenny knew that he tended to be passive. It was just his
nature. Jeff had easily batted down his few attempts to be more assertive
and state his own wishes, and Lenny had given up trying. And really, it
didn't matter. It wasn't as if Jeff were forcing him to do things he
hated. He might have preferred to have Chinese rather than pizza, and
sometimes he felt a little uncomfortable with the things Jeff wanted to do
in bed. But he could live with them. Jeff liked to experiment and try new
things—that was all. There was nothing wrong with that.

Since they had left the interstate just south of Greenfield, they had been
traveling over country roads. The headlights revealed little more than the
trunks of the trees that lined the road thickly on both sides. In the
darkness, it was like traveling down a tunnel. The last village had
appeared so suddenly that Lenny hadn't had time to read the name on the
sign. The village wasn't large. It was really no more than a hamlet, a wide
spot in the road, and it disappeared behind them as quickly as it had
appeared. But it was the last evidence that the area was inhabited. They
hadn't passed another car in the fifteen-twenty minutes since leaving the
village. The countryside appeared to be deserted. There weren't any house
lights or driveways that he could see.

Lenny had no idea where they were. Jeff had told him nothing more than that
they had been invited to spend the weekend with "a couple of guys I know on
their farm in western Massachusetts. It's almost on the border with
Vermont." That's all he had said.

A weekend in the country had sounded inviting when Jeff had proposed
it. Lenny had pictured a quiet weekend with his lover, a chance for them to
take long walks along country lanes. But things had gone wrong almost from
the beginning. Jeff had had to work late, and they hadn't been able to
leave Hartford until 7:00, almost three hours later than they had
planned. Then Jeff had wanted to get something to eat, and they had stopped
at a noisy, crowded restaurant on the outskirts of Springfield. It took
forever for their food to arrive, and that had delayed them even more. It
was almost 10:00 by the time they reached Greenfield. Any chance of making
good time had vanished once they turned off the interstate onto a narrow,
two-lane road. It rarely went straight for more than a quarter of a
mile. The road corkscrewed around unseen barriers and went up and down
hills so often that Lenny would almost swear that they had doubled back on
themselves several times.

And now Jeff casually reveals that they're expected to have group sex with
their hosts. Lenny didn't know what to think about that. It would have been
helpful to know that beforehand. Maybe he wouldn't have said yes so
quickly.

He had never had sex with more than one partner at a time. There had been
opportunities for that, but he didn't like to hop in bed with anyone who
came along. Sex had to be more than just a casual meeting of body parts. He
had promised himself that he would live by that rule when he had first
discovered how promiscuous gay guys could be. He knew that lots of guys
thought he was being ridiculous, but it was his life. And he had kept his
resolution—mostly. If the guy was attractive and he pushed, Lenny
usually gave in and had sex with the guy. He tried to tell himself that he
wasn't going against his principles. He wasn't an easy lay. He didn't have
sex with just anyone. He had standards.

None of which helped him right now.

What if he didn't like the guys? Would he be able to say no? He was sure
that Jeff wouldn't force him do things he didn't want to do. After all they
loved each other, and Jeff knew about his promise to himself. On the other
hand, Jeff knew these guys. If he couldn't trust Jeff to find safe and
suitable partners, who could he trust? Should he just be a good sport and
take part in whatever happened? Maybe he was worrying about nothing. It
might never come up. He should wait to see how the weekend went. Who could
predict how things would turn out? The guys might not find him
attractive. Lots of guys wanted big, muscular men, not short, slender guys
like himself.  He would take his cues from Jeff's behavior. Keep an open
mind. It might be fun. Jeff had told him several times that he ought to
expand his repertoire. Maybe this weekend would be a good chance to do
that. He knew that Jeff had much more experience with sex than he did. He
had already learned a lot from Jeff. This weekend might teach him even
more. Relax and stay cool. That's what he should do.

Jeff seemed to sense his ambivalence about having sex with their
hosts. When Lenny started to say something about it, he quickly cut
in. "Shhh. Let me concentrate. Their driveway should be coming up
soon. I've never driven this in the dark. I don't want to miss it.  There's
a big grove of birch trees just before it. It's on your side. Watch for a
patch of white in the dark."

They drove for what seemed another couple of miles before Jeff heaved a
sigh of relief and said, "Finally. There are the birch trees. I was
beginning to think I had gone too far. This is it." He slowed the car and
then cautiously turned into a gravel driveway. After fifty feet or so, the
gravel petered out. The beams of the headlights picked out the packed soil
of two ruts separated by a hummock of grass. Jeff's car bounced and rocked
from side to side as he drove cautiously up the road. It was hard to judge
in the dark, but Lenny thought they traveled at least a half-mile before
the road curved around a stand of trees and stopped in the middle of a
cluster of buildings. A faint light shone through the front windows of an
old two-story farmhouse. Jeff had barely stopped the car when someone
opened the front door. The silhouette of a big, heavy-set man filled the
doorway. He lifted an arm in greeting.

Jeff jumped out of the car and shouted, "Sorry to be so late."

"Don't worry about it. Better late than never." The man's voice was raspy,
and the effort of speaking made him cough.

Oh great, thought Lenny. They're smokers or boozers or both. He pushed the
car door open and stretched. Jeff was already walking up to the
house. Their bags were in the trunk, but Jeff hadn't triggered the
lock. Ahead of him, he heard Jeff say, "I need to take a piss." The man
motioned Jeff inside and then stood there waiting. Lenny hesitated. Maybe
he should stay by the car until Jeff returned and help him carry their
things in, but the man was clearly expecting him to come inside. After a
few seconds, politeness won out. He extended his hand as he approached the
man. "Hi, I'm Lenny."

The man had a firm grasp, and his hands were rough with calluses. In the
light spilling from the open doorway, he looked about forty. He was tall
and towered over Lenny. "Jeff said you was English. I can hear it now. Come
on in. I'll gitcha a beer. Close the door, will ya?" The man turned around
and headed down a hallway running along the left side of the staircase
leading up to the next floor.

Lenny found himself standing in a large room crowded with furniture. Even
in the flickering light coming from a TV set in the corner, he could see
that all the furnishings were old and worn. The outlines of years of
buttocks settling in were visible on the chairs and the sofa. The room was
hot and damp. It stank of cigarettes. It smelled as if no one had opened a
window in months. A stone fireplace dominated the far wall. The mantel was
crowded with junk apparently left there because it was too much trouble to
move it elsewhere or throw it out. Every flat surface in the room similarly
held its burden of debris.

It took Lenny a few seconds to realize that a second man was lying almost
prone on a recliner in the corner opposite the TV. He had elevated the foot
rest, and, from Lenny's viewpoint, the soles of his stocking feet framed
his face. Lenny sketched a tentative wave in the air and mumbled "hello."
The man didn't react to Lenny's presence. Lenny thought the man was asleep
until he saw his eyes glinting. The man was examining him.

The first man returned and thrust a cold can of beer in Lenny's hand. It
was wet and slippery and Lenny almost dropped it. "Take a seat," the man
said. "Make yourself comfortable." He motioned toward the sofa as he popped
the top on the can of beer he held. Some of the beer sprayed out over his
hand. He licked it off before lifting the can and tilting his head back to
take a drink. He swallowed several times. Lenny guessed that he had drunk
most of the can in one go. "When Jeff gets back, we can get the party
started. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Jeff told us he
had a new boyfriend. We've had some good times with Jeff's boyfriends over
the years."

Lenny wasn't sure that he wanted to sit down. Nor did he think he was ready
to party, and he didn't welcome the news that he was the latest of Jeff's
boyfriends to show the men a good time. He edged backwards toward the front
door and said, "I'm a bit stiff from riding in the car. I think I'll stand
for a while. Work the kinks out."

Both men laughed when they heard the word `kinks.'

The first man stepped closer and tugged at Lenny's T-shirt. "Yeah, we've
had some real good times. I got a feeling you're gonna show us a real good
time too, ain't ya, Lenny. We were talking about it. Neither of us ever had
an English boy before. Kinda hoping you got some tricks we ain't
seen. How's about you get out of those clothes and show us what you can
do?" The man shoved his hand inside the waistband of Lenny's jeans and
yanked him forward. Their groins collided. Lenny instinctively jerked the
can of beer he was holding up out of the way, The beer sloshed out onto his
tee. Lenny half-turned away. He set the can down on a table and tugged the
wet shirt away from his body.

The man took this as a signal and grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt. Lenny
became tangled in the shirt as the man pulled it partway over his head,
obscuring his vision. Lenny lifted his arms in an attempt to free himself,
and the man seized the opportunity to remove the shirt completely. He
tossed it on the floor. "That's better." He grabbed Lenny by the jeans
again and swept him into an embrace. The man gave Lenny a hard kiss on the
mouth.

The smell of stale cigarette smoke and beer slapped Lenny in the face. He
tried to push himself away, but the man wrapped his free arm around the
back of Lenny's neck and then bent his arm so that Lenny's neck was
squeezed in a vise formed by the man's bicep and forearm. The man's muscles
were hard. He rested his can of beer on Lenny's chest, and gave Lenny
another rough kiss, pushing his tongue between Lenny's lips and into his
mouth. He swung Lenny around so that he stood between Lenny and the door.

Lenny was so shocked by the first man's assault that he didn't realize the
other man had stood up and walked over until he felt the man's hands fondle
his ass. "Nice and firm. I bet he's real tight." Lenny jumped. The man's
mouth was right behind Lenny's ear. He tried to escape, but the two men
pressed up against him. Both were well over six feet tall, and Lenny found
himself sandwiched between their bodies. The second man wrapped his arms
around Lenny's chest, dragged him across the floor, and fell backward into
his chair. Lenny suddenly found himself pinioned in the man's grasp, his
legs in the air and his body exposed. Whatever the man did for a living had
given him strong arms, far stronger than sporadic visits to the gym had
given Lenny.

The first man swiftly snatched Lenny's shoes off and then unzipped the fly
of Lenny's jeans. He tugged at the legs and yanked the jeans off. Jeff
liked sexy underwear, and Lenny had put on a red thong. It was one of
Jeff's favorites, and it got him aroused every time. Lenny had been looking
forward to surprising Jeff when they undressed for bed that night, but the
men forestalled that. The thong was pulled off his body as fast as his
jeans had been. Obviously neither man cared much for underwear.

"Wow, now that is pretty. Stand up and let's get a good look at you." The
first man grabbed Lenny by the hands and lifted him to his feet. "Turn
around so that we can both see you."

Lenny was so dazed by the suddenness of his disrobing that he complied
without thinking. When he turned to face the second man, he discovered Jeff
leaning against the door to the hallway leading to the back of the house
and watching them. The first man said, "Now that is just plain
gorgeous. Jeff, you've been holding out on us. This one's a winner." The
man laid a proprietary hand on Lenny's shoulder and pulled him close. The
heat of the man's body came through the shirt he was wearing.

Jeff yawned. He looked bored, Lenny decided. The two men were treating him
like he was their boyfriend and not Jeff's and Jeff didn't even seem to
care. Well, fuck him then. If Jeff didn't care, neither did he. Let Jeff
join in—or not. It didn't matter. If Jeff wanted a show, he was going to
get one. The first man wrapped his hands around Lenny's chest and began
fingering his nipples. Lenny half-turned and smiled at the man."Keep that
up and I'll do whatever you want." He tried to sound sexy. He arched his
back and pushed upward on his toes so that he could reach the man's
lips. As he shoved his tongue into the man's mouth, he wriggled his hips so
that his cock swung back and forth. It had to be about eye level for the
second man.

"Sugar, you are going to do whatever we want," said the second man. Both
men laughed

Lenny joined in the knowing laughter. Yeah, he would do whatever they
wanted. Let Jeff think he was getting into the mood of the party. It was no
more than he deserved. If Jeff wanted group sex, he'd show him group
sex. Lenny the swinger. That's what he would give Jeff. Lenny the sex
addict.

Lenny bent forward and kissed the other man, shoving his ass into the groin
of the man standing behind him and moving it suggestively. "Who wants to
get sucked off first?"

The man sitting in the chair unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. He
didn't say anything. He just lifted it toward Lenny. Lenny lunged forward
and swallowed it. The man's clothes smelled of cigarette smoke and the
zipper on his jeans caught at Lenny's face. And his cock tasted sour. But
Lenny didn't care. Let Jeff get an eyeful. At least these guys appreciated
what he had to offer and were honest about what they wanted from him.

The man grasped Lenny's head in his hands and pushed it down onto his
cock. "The kid knows how to suck a cock," he gasped.

The other man spat in his hand and began lubricating Lenny's ass. Lenny
hoped that the man would give him a rim job, but no such luck. He got one
finger and then a second one and a third in quick succession. Lenny
squealed and then fake-moaned in pleasure to spite Jeff. The man didn't
believe in long buildups. Within a minute, he unzipped and thrust his cock
into Lenny. That did hurt, and Lenny's gasp of surprise and pain was
genuine. But he quickly got into the rhythm of the fucking and let the
man's thrusts propel him forward onto the other man's cock. It didn't take
either man long to cum. It didn't seem much longer than five minutes. The
two men came almost at the same time. Lenny barely had time to swallow the
first man's load before the second man shouted and then rammed his cock
deep inside Lenny and held it there until he too had come.

Lenny hung suspended between the two cocks. "God, what a beautiful tight
ass." The man slapped him on the buttocks as he pulled out. "You go get
cleaned up. The bathroom's down the hallway." he pointed. " Second door on
the left."

There were several washcloths and towels hanging in the bathroom, all of
them dark with dirt. Lenny sniffed at one. It smelled of mildew. He
examined his face in the mirror. He didn't look so good. His face was
streaked with red welts from the zipper. Probably they would fade by the
morning, but for now he couldn't do anything about them. At least, they
would remind Jeff of what he had done. He was beginning to feel a bit
disgusted with himself. He hadn't really enjoyed having sex with the two
men. It had all been so quick and perfunctory. He didn't even know their
names. But he had to admit that he had enjoyed rubbing Jeff's nose in
it. Jeff'd think twice before he took Lenny away for a weekend without
telling him that he was just the latest of Jeff's boyfriends to be offered
up to some rubes. Jeff was going to pay for that. Lenny dawdled in the
bathroom for as long as he could. He thought about taking a shower, but he
decided that he didn't want to wash the odor of the two men off him. Let
Jeff smell that all night long. What he really needed was to brush his
teeth. His mouth tasted foul, but his toothbrush and mouthwash were in his
bag in the trunk of Jeff's car.

When he got back to the living room, one of the men was just coming in the
front door. Lenny overheard the second man say something like "How much did
you give him?" The first man saw Lenny coming down the hall. He shook his
head. "I'll tell you later," he said.

Lenny looked around. "Where's Jeff? Is he bringing the stuff in from the
car? I should go help. I need my bag. I want to brush my teeth."

"He left. He'll be back on Sunday to pick you up."

"He's gone?" Lenny couldn't keep a tremor of fear out of his voice. What
the fuck was Jeff up to? Abandoning him to these two guys. "He told me that
we would be spending the weekend together."

The men looked at each other and smiled. "You don't need Jeff. You got
us. Anyhow he said he had to get back to Hartford to take care of some
unfinished business. Something about one of his boys acting up. He said
he'd almost decided not to deliver you, but he didn't want to spoil our
weekend. I guess he was in such a hurry to get back to Hartford he didn't
remember your bag. But don't worry. You won't need your stuff. We've got
everything you need."

The other man shook his head and said, "Yeah, we got what you need. And you
got what we need. You show us a good time, and everything's going to be
fine. You don't want Jeff getting mad at you. You know what he's going to
do that boy back in Harford when he gets there. You don't want that
happening to you."

Lenny's heart lurched. The men were talking about Jeff like he was a pimp
or something. God, did they have the wrong end of the stick. But he wasn't
going to explain that to them. He just wanted to get out of there. Lenny
suddenly became aware of just how small he was in comparison to the two men
and how far he was from help. He was stuck somewhere in the middle of a
wilderness with two guys he didn't know. All he really knew about them was
that they liked threeways. He looked around for his clothes. They seemed to
have disappeared. "I want to get dressed. I'm going to leave." He tried to
speak decisively, but he could hear the fright in his voice.

"Where you gonna go this time of night? It's easy to get lost around
here. You could end up wandering for hours and not get anywhere. Wait until
morning and see how you feel. If you still wanna leave, I'll drive you into
town. You can try to hitch a ride into Greenfield. Or walk. It's about
eighteen miles. They got some sort of bus that stops somewhere in town, I
think. Should get you back to Hartford by tomorrow night. Now it's
late. Jeff was supposed to deliver you hours ago. We should be in bed by
now. You're sleeping in the bunkhouse. It's back here."

Both man stood up. Lenny still didn't know their names. The second man put
a hand in the middle of Lenny's back and pushed him toward the
hallway. When Lenny tried to break away, the man transferred his hand to
Lenny's shoulder and squeezed it hard. With his other hand, he slapped
Lenny's ass hard. "Behave yourself. I got more where that came from."

Lenny winced at the pain. Both men were behind him, blocking the escape
route to the front door. They were bigger and stronger than he was. They'd
grab him before he got too far. Who knew what they'd do to him then? Even
if by some fluke he made it out the door, they knew the area. If he ran for
it, he would have no idea where to go. Besides he was naked, and his
clothes had gone missing. Damn Jeff. The bastard had abandoned him, and now
he was being treated like a prisoner.

"Hey," he protested. Even to his own ears, it sounded feeble. He rubbed his
ass. The situation was getting out of hand. This wasn't the weekend he had
agreed to. He needed to play the men for time. They were drunk. He could
wait an hour until they were sound asleep and then sneak out of this
bunkhouse, whatever that was, find his clothes, and leave. He tried to
placate the men with humor. He winked at the men. "Oooh, if I knew you
liked that, we could have done that earlier. Jeff didn't tell me you guys
liked it rough." That was the right tactic.

The man behind him grunted in response. "That's better. Be a good boy and
cooperate with us, and we'll treat you good." His hand still gripped
Lenny's shoulder, and he guided Lenny down the hall and into the
kitchen. There was a closed door in one wall. Unlike the other doors in the
house, which were made of wood and looked like they had been part of the
original house, this one was metal and a recent addition. Instead of a
doorknob, it had a lever. One of the men opened the door. He reached around
the corner of the door and flipped a switch. A weak overhead light came
on. Lenny could see three narrow beds lined up along one wall. Two of them
were occupied.

One of the occupants was lying on his side, facing away from the door. He
pulled the blanket on his bed up over his eyes to shield them from the
light. The other person was lying on his back. His eyes opened briefly. He
barely seemed to register the change in the room before going back to
sleep.

"The toilet's off to the right," one of the men said. "Don't worry about
making noise. These guys won't mind. See ya in the morning."

With that, the door closed, and Lenny found himself naked in a room with
two guys he hadn't known existed. Where had they been while he was getting
shafted? Had they been in the "bunkhouse" the whole time? Or had they been
watching? And who were they? Both of them appeared to be asleep. Or maybe
they just didn't want to talk with him. Lenny wondered if their so-called
lovers had dropped them off for a weekend of fun on the farm too. He
couldn't tell for sure because of the blankets, but they appeared to be as
nude as he was. At least there were no clothes in sight, and no place to
store any.

The bunkhouse was almost as bare of things as the rest of the house was
crowded. The only pieces of furniture were the three single beds. Even they
were minimalist. Just metal frames with a mattress on top, one thin pillow
and a green khaki blanket on top. Lenny checked out the bathroom—it,
too, held only the bare essentials: a toilet, a sink, and a stall
shower. Half a roll of toilet paper and a half-used tube of toothpaste sat
atop the toilet tank. A cracked and dirt-streaked sliver of soap was caked
to the rim of the sink. That was it.

The plumbing looked DYI. In fact, the whole bunkhouse looked like it had
been run up by amateurs. The walls and ceiling were unpainted plywood. A
sheet of stained linoleum covered the area in front of the beds, but the
rest of the floor was bare wood. The electrical cord leading to the single
overhead light bulb was tacked to the surface of the plywood with metal
staples.

Lenny shivered. Unlike the rest of the house, the room wasn't heated. He
wrapped himself in the coarse blanket that covered the bed. There weren't
any sheets, and the mattress was thin. He could feel the springs in the bed
frame. He tried to figure out the time. Jeff and he must have arrived about
10:30, 11:00 at the latest. The whole sex thing hadn't taken half an
hour. So, say, it was midnight. The sun was rising about 5:30 now. So he'd
give the guys an hour to go to sleep. Then he'd sneak out. Their bedrooms
had to be upstairs and if he went slowly and carefully, he wouldn't wake
them. He figured he would have about four hours to put some distance
between himself and the men. If he heard a car coming, he would hide in the
trees. They'd never find him. He ought to be able to make it to
Greenfield. His phone was in a pocket of his jeans, and he could use it to
call up a map of the area. Once he got to Greenfield, he could decide what
to do.

Would the moon be shining bright enough that he could see his way around?
He didn't know. He never paid any attention to the phases of the moon. He
wished he knew. But for sure he needed to let his eyes adjust to the dark.

With the blanket still wrapped around his body, Lenny stood up and turned
off the light. The room was dark, and he carefully traced his way back to
the empty bed, bending over and feeling with an outstretched hand for the
bed. The room had no windows, and no light seeped around the doorframe. He
sat down on the bed and arranged the blanket to cover his body.

He yawned suddenly. Tension and exhaustion were getting to him. Could he
risk a nap and try to wake up in an hour? Best not to, he decided. He was
so tired, he would sleep till morning. He went over his plan in his
mind. He'd wait for an hour and then quietly ease over to the door. In
fact, maybe he should wait by the door. That way, he wouldn't wake up these
other two guys when he left. If he made the noise now, they'd be sound
asleep again when he left.

He stood up slowly. The springs on the bed protested. He waited a minute to
make sure that he hadn't woken the others. They he crept across the room,
his hand outstretched, until he felt the wall. He trailed his hand over the
plywood until he found the door. When he felt the metal frame, he sat down
on the floor. And then it occurred to him. Had the men locked the door
behind him when they shoved him into the room? He hadn't checked. He stood
up cautiously and felt around. Smooth, cold metal met his fingertips. The
handle had to be there somewhere. Maybe it was on the other side. When the
man opened the door, had it swung back to the right or to the left? He
thought it was to the left.

He searched all around the door, even on top, in a growing panic. He
continued to run his hands over the door even after he knew there was no
handle. Finally he gave up and sunk to the floor. He was trapped. A
prisoner. He pulled the blanket up over his head. He was shaking
violently. He had to fight back the tears. If he started sobbing, he'd wake
the other two guys. He knew they wouldn't offer him sympathy. They'd
probably beat him up.

The muted sounds of a conversation woke him. He couldn't make out the
words, just the different pitches of two different voices. For a moment he
was disoriented. He had been dreaming about lying naked outside on the
ground. The ground was cold, and it was dark. The moon and the stars were
hidden behind thick clouds. For a few seconds the voices became part of his
dream.

He was curled up under the rough blanket, with his knees drawn up almost to
his chin and his arms wrapped around his legs. He shivered as the cold hit
him. He remembered now. He was in the bunkhouse. It was totally dark. He
got to his feet and felt for the light switch. The bare plywood was gritty
beneath his fingertips.

Fuck this, he thought. All I'll find is a handful of splinters. He pounded
on the wall and shouted "Hey!"

The voices stopped speaking. A second later the door opened, and light
spilled into the room. "Oh good, you're up. I was about to come in and get
you."

"I couldn't find the switch," Lenny said. He didn't know why he felt the
need to apologize. He was the one who had been left to rot in a cold, dark
room, but he didn't want to do anything to antagonize the men. He was
dependent on them until Jeff returned . . . if he returned.

The man stepped into the room. "Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. You
guys get cleaned up and get your butts out here."

Lenny heard the squeaking of springs. He turned around. The two guys he had
shared the bunkhouse with were sitting up. Like him, both were
naked. Unlike him, neither of them seemed to find the situation at all
unusual. One of them stood up and trotted into the bathroom. He didn't
close the door. The other followed him.

It was embarrassing to watch them. Lenny had seen other men nude before,
many men in fact, but being nude with these two embarrassed him. He didn't
want to share a bathroom with them, but the sound of them pissing triggered
an urgent need to piss. He also wanted to take a shower. He felt
filthy. "Can I use the other bathroom?" He sounded plaintive. Why was he
begging? He should be asserting himself and demanding to be released, but
here he was trying to please the guy and not antagonize him.

The man looked at him. Lenny's request amused him. "They'll be done in just
a second."

The man's word was immediately borne out. Both guys exited the bathroom and
headed for the kitchen. "You can use the bathroom now," said the
man. "Don't be long. You've got a busy day ahead."

Lenny hurried into the bathroom. Suddenly his urgent need to urinate took
second place to distancing himself from the implications of "a busy day
ahead." He tried to close down his mind, but the effort only reminded him
of his predicament. He couldn't stop shaking. He had to get away. He
trembled as used the toilet and washed his hands. Last night when he wanted
to leave, one of the guys had said he could decide in the morning. Well, it
was morning, and he had decided he wanted to leave. What would they do when
he told them that? Would they just let him walk away? He would have to wait
for a good moment to bring up leaving. Maybe after they had had breakfast
and were feeling full. He had to time the request—no, it wasn't a
request. He mustn't think like that. He mustn't ask for permission to
leave. That would make it seem like it was the men's decision. It was his
decision. He would tell them he was leaving. That's how he had to think.

The water coming out of the faucet was cold. The hot water didn't seem to
be connected. So much for grabbing a shower. There were no towels, and he
waved his hands in the air to dry them. He rubbed his hand over his
chin. There was some stubble, not a lot. His shaving gear was in his
suitcase, and that was in the trunk of Jeff's car. His two roommates in the
bunkhouse had shaved heads, and the brief glances he had allowed himself of
their bodies had revealed that they had no body hair. So there had to be
shaving stuff somewhere. He didn't want to ask—what if they decided to
shave his head?

It really bothered him that he couldn't shave. He couldn't quite figure out
why. He often went for a couple of days without shaving. He didn't have a
heavy beard, and it was light-colored. Even after two days, it was barely
visible. It took him almost a week to develop the scruff that many man got
in a couple of days. He would, he decided, have liked to have had a choice
about shaving. It was the fact that he had no choice that rankled. The two
men weren't leaving anything to his discretion. They were deciding
everything. How far would they go? Would they stop if he asked them to? And
who or what were these other two guys?

He couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. In any case, the door was just a
sheet of plywood on hinges, and there was no lock, not even one of those
hook and eye things or a sliding bolt. The door wasn't even hung so that it
stayed shut. It gaped open an inch. Privacy wasn't an option. If there had
been a towel, he would have wrapped it around his waist, but somehow he
knew that the men wouldn't find that acceptable. It would be whipped off
him as soon as they saw it.

He had better get out there. They would come get him if he didn't show up
soon. Just to gain another minute, he used his finger to brush his
teeth. If one of the men came, he would at least know that Lenny had an
excuse for delaying. He dragged it out as long as he could, even carefully
sluicing the foam he had spat out down the drain to make sure the sink was
clean, not that it made much difference.

The other two guys from the bunkhouse were already seated at the kitchen
table. The two men were busy getting breakfast on the table. Both men were
wearing heavy work boots, jeans, and unbuttoned plaid flannel shirts over
white tees. One was at the stove cooking eggs. The other was pouring orange
juice into glasses.

The man pouring the juice held the carton up and wagged it back and forth
in Lenny's direction to ask if he wanted juice. That was a good sign, Lenny
decided. At least they were letting him decide some things for himself. He
shook his head no and said, "Can I have a cup of coffee? Is there anything
I can do to help?" The two guys from the bunkhouse didn't have coffee cups
in front of them, and they were just sitting there waiting to be fed. Lenny
wanted to distinguish himself from them. He was a guest, not a prisoner, or
whatever it was that these guys were. Maybe if he reminded the men of that,
they would let him go.

"Nah, just sit down. We've got everything covered. You can help wash the
dishes later."

The man at the stove said, "It'll just be another minute. Hope you like
scrambled." He nodded toward a cabinet. "Don't forget the boys' pills."

"Oh yeah, We don't wanna forget those." The other man pulled a white
plastic bottle from a cabinet and shook two pills out onto the palm of his
hand. He placed one in front of each of the two "boys." Each of them
dutifully placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed it with a drink of
juice.

Their response is so mechanical, thought Lenny. The man put the pills in
front of the boys. They swallowed the pills. No comment, no
hesitation. Like well-trained dogs responding to a command.

Lenny sat down in the chair the man had indicated. There were empty chairs
on either side. So that meant that he would be sandwiched between the two
men. He didn't think that was accidental. He was opposite the two guys from
the bunkhouse. They were young—late teens, early twenties, he
thought. It was hard to tell. Both were skinny. Except for the bald heads,
they looked like typical twinks. Not that much different from me, Lenny
thought. He offered them a tentative smile and said, "How's it going?"

Neither responded. In fact, they didn't even look at Lenny. It was as if he
hadn't spoken. If they had heard him, they didn't think he was speaking to
them.

"Looks like it's gonna be a nice day." The man at the stove waved the
spatula he was using to stir the eggs at a window. The window was
surrounded by red check curtains with a fringed edging. It seemed so
normal. In fact the entire setup was normal. It could be a kitchen
anywhere, messier than those you saw on TV but no messier than those of
several of his friends whose kitchens revealed a similar lack of devotion
to neatness. It had all the standard appliances. The counter held a toaster
and a coffee maker. A microwave sat on a shelf above the stove. A
terry-cloth hand towel was looped around the handle on the refrigerator
door. A fork stood upright in the silverware container of the dish rack
next to the sink.

The only oddities were the two naked guys at the table—well, three guys,
Lenny corrected himself. He was naked too.

When the men got everything on the table and sat down, they carried on
talking as if Lenny and the other two guys were not there. They agreed it
was going to be a nice day. They discussed which of them would take the
garbage to the dump. They decided the man going to the dump should buy more
beer while he was out because the liquor store would be closed on Sunday
and they wanted to make sure they had enough for the football games on TV
that weekend.

After handing Lenny and the "boys" their plates of food, they largely
ignored them. And the boys ignored them. They just sat there and
mechanically ate everything on their plates. They didn't seem to enjoy
eating, but they didn't seem to dislike it either. They just ate. They
never looked up from their plates. When they finished, they sat there until
one of the men said, "You boys wait on the beds. I'll deal with you later."

Lenny didn't know if he was included in that order, but he wanted to get
away. Now, he decided, would be a good time to ask for his clothes and tell
them he was leaving. Maybe he should offer to help take the garbage to the
dump. That would at least get him away from the house and somewhere more
public. When they got to the dump, he could just tell the guy he was
leaving and walk away. They couldn't stop him while other people were
around, could they?

The two boys dutifully stood up. They carried their plates and silverware
to the sink and rinsed them off. They had yet to speak a word.

Lenny pushed his chair back and started to stand up. The man seated on his
right put a hand on his arm and said, "You stay here." The hand held him
firmly in place. It felt like a statement of ownership, the sort of thing a
man would do when he wanted a pet or a little kid not to move. Lenny
settled back down on the chair. He shivered. He tried to tell himself it
was the cold, but he knew it was fear. This wasn't going according to
plan. The two men seemed to assume that he was going to do what they wanted
and be what they wanted him to be. They were so casual about it. It was
like he had been thrown into a game and nobody had explained the rules. He
had to assert himself.

He was almost envious of the two guys. At least they were being allowed to
escape, even if only temporarily. Lenny nearly missed it. As they two guys
turned away from the sink and walked back into the bunkhouse, he saw it but
it didn't register on his consciousness at first. He saw what he expected
to see, and it took him a few seconds to realize what was missing.

Neither of the two boys had balls. Their testicles and scrotums had been
removed. Their cocks were still there, but both were small, far smaller
than normal. Their groins were shaved bare, which made them looked even
more like underdeveloped boys. Lenny's gorge rose and he gagged. The two
had been castrated. He suddenly felt physically sick. His own scrotum
tightened around his balls. It was as if he was pulling them into his body
to protect them.

If the two men noted Lenny's alarm, they chose to ignore it. They went on
discussing their plans for the day as if everything was perfectly
ordinary. Finally one of them said, "Well, these dishes ain't gonna wash
themselves," and stood up. When Lenny just sat there, still stunned, the
man said, "Well, get a move on, boy. Everybody earns their keep around
here." Lenny mechanically copied their actions and carried his plate over
to the sink.

"Maybe we could let the dishes soak for a while." Suddenly there was a hand
on Lenny's ass, squeezing it.

The other man smiled and said, "Yeah, it wouldn't hurt to let them soak a
bit. Why don't you take Lenny into the other room? I'll just be a second."

The first man put an arm across Lenny's shoulders and guided him down the
hallway and into a room that held only a single bed covered with a padded
mat. The mat was heavily stained.

"Your ass is so pretty. I'm looking forward to fucking it. Earl said it was
nice and tight. Now you lie down on the bed. On your back. No, not that
way. Crossways on the bed so that your head and your ass are at the
sides. That's right. That's what we like to see. A nice obedient boy. No
backtalk.  You do what you're told right away. No hesitation." The man
laughed. "You keep that up and maybe we'll just give Jeff a call and tell
him not to come back."

Lenny's mind wasn't working. He was operating on autopilot, and he didn't
try to resist. The two guys had been spayed. He had to avoid that. If it
meant going along with these maniacs, that is what he would do. They
couldn't watch him all the time. He'd make a run for it when he could.

"Ya think maybe Lenny here's a keeper?" The man named Earl joined them. He
moved around to the side of the bed with Lenny's head. He unzipped his
jeans and pulled out his cock.

"Maybe. He sure is pretty." The first man grasped Lenny's ankles and lifted
them up and back. Earl grabbed them and pulled them back even farther so
that Lenny's ass was raised off the bed and exposed.

Earl's cock dangled in front of Lenny's mouth. "Take it, boy. I wanna see
how good you suck cock."

Lenny did as he was told. He didn't have a choice. He was stuck out in the
country. No one except Jeff knew where he was, and Jeff had abandoned
him. Whatever Earl and the other man had planned, resisting them wouldn't
help the situation. It might make them mad, and if nothing else, the two
"boys" were proof of how far the two men were willing to go. Better to
cooperate and get it over with. Maybe if he kept them happy, they'd let him
go.

Lenny opened his mouth and licked the head of Earl's cock. He would show
Earl just how good a cocksucker he was. Earl, however, wanted no
foreplay. He plunged his cock all the way down Lenny's throat and began
fucking Lenny's face forcefully. The other man wasn't interested in
preliminaries either. He thrust his cock into Lenny with one savage
motion. Lenny's body bucked and twisted. Earl grasped his ankles even
tighter and pressed down on Lenny's face with his belly.

Lenny couldn't breathe. Earl leaned forward over Lenny's body, pushing his
groin tight against Lenny's face, covering his nose. Lenny had to gasp for
breath each time Earl pulled back a bit. He struggled to free himself, at
least enough that he could breathe, but the attempt made the two men hold
him down even more tightly. It felt like they were tearing him apart front
and rear. Both men quickly escalated their attack, slamming into Lenny in
unison. The man fucking Lenny started spanking him.

"Yeah, hit the little bitch," said Earl. "Make its ass real tight. Didn't I
tell ya it was a good fuck?"

It was the roughest fuck Lenny had ever had. It was also one of the most
impersonal. Once the two men became aroused, and they became aroused almost
immediately, it was like he was just two holes for them. They didn't even
talk to him. They talked to each other, and each of them fed on the other's
excitement. They were having sex with each other, Lenny thought, and I just
happened to be in the middle. They came together. Earl shot his cum down
Lenny's throat at the same time that the other man pumped his into
Lenny. Both men shouted "fuck" several times when they came. When they
calmed down, they leaned forward and kissed. Both of their cocks were still
inside Lenny. Both of them pulled out at the same time.

"Now that was a good fuck."

"Yeah. A good fuck. Gotta remember to thank Jeff. He outdid himself this
time." The man slapped Lenny across the ass again. "You may have just
earned your boss a bonus."

Both men shoved their cocks back inside their jeans and zipped up.

"Come on, boy, Let's get those dishes done," said Earl as he headed back
toward the kitchen/

Lenny crawled off the bed and limped into the kitchen in a daze. His jaw
and ass ached, and something wet was oozing out of him. The kitchen floor
was cold. He wanted to ask if he could at least put his socks on. He
desperately wanted his clothes. They wouldn't protect him against Earl and
the other man, but he needed to do something to reclaim his status as a
human being.

Earl rinsed a glass in hot water. He upended it and shook the final drops
of water out and then held it out to Lenny. A dishtowel hung over the
handle on the oven door. Lenny pulled it off and dried the glass.

*****

Something had been said. Lenny knew that he had heard something of
importance. Earl and the other man had just finished with him. The man who
had been fucking him had given his ass a final swat, and then Earl had said
something about thanking Jeff. "He outdid himself this time." That was
it. More confirmation that Jeff had done this before. Jeff had taken other
people to the farm and abandoned them to these two guys. Maybe even the two
guys in the bunkhouse. Lenny didn't find it comforting that he was
apparently better than the other guys Jeff had supplied. What was Jeff?
Some sort of pimp for these two guys? Hadn't he overhead something about
money last night?

"Good job," said Earl. He patted Lenny on the ass.

Lenny snapped back to attention. His mind had been wandering. He had been
so worried about his situation that he hadn't realized he was finishing the
last plate.

"I need to check on something up by the creek. Come on. I'll show you
around."

"Can I get dressed? I'm cold."

"Nah. You'll be all right. We gotta toughen you up, boy. Get you used to
being naked. There's a pair of flip-flops by the back door. Put those
on. They'll protect your feet. Gene," he called out, "I'm gonna check on
the pump. I'm taking Lenny along."

From somewhere upstairs, the other man shouted, "OK. I'm leaving for the
dump in a few minutes. I'll get some beer on the way back. You need
anything else? You got enough cigarettes?"

"No. I'm fine. See ya."

Earl put a hand on Lenny's shoulder and pushed him toward the back
door. "Those," he pointed to a pair of flip-flops. "Put those on. You'll
cut your feet if you don't put something on."

The path to the creek crossed an overgrown field. Waist-high weeds grew on
both sides. The path was too narrow for them to walk abreast. Earl strode
ahead, ignoring the dew-laden grasses that brushed against the legs of his
jeans. His passage set the grasses in motion, and they rebounded against
Lenny's bare legs, clinging to them wetly before sliding off. They were
impossible to avoid. Lenny's legs were soon wet from mid-thigh down, and he
gave up trying to keep them dry. He cupped his hands in front of his groin
and concentrated on keeping the taller ones from striking his cock and
balls. His nipples contracted with the cold. He pressed his arms against
the sides of his torso in a vain effort to warm himself.

He had to get away. He should just turn around and run for it. He wondered
if Gene had left already. That would mean only Earl to deal with. He should
be able to handle one guy, and he thought he could outrun Earl. Earl was
bigger and stronger, but he didn't look like he would be fast on his
feet. I can grab my clothes and just keep running, thought Lenny. I'll stop
and put them on when I reach the road. His clothes had to be somewhere in
the living room. Earl and Gene had probably kicked them into a corner when
they tore them off him. It would be a relief to be out of that house and
stop worrying about the two strange guys in the bunkhouse and whether Jeff
was going to come back to take him out of there. He held back a bit and let
the distance between himself and Earl lengthen.

He was so intent on making his escape that he didn't watch the path
carefully. A thorny branch hit his leg, and he yelped in pain. Earl paused
and turned around, "You all right there, boy? We're almost there. It's just
a bit further—on the other side of this rise."

Earl stepped back to Lenny and put an arm around his shoulder, pulling
Lenny in close so that their bodies were pressed together. Earl rubbed his
hands over Lenny's body. "You are cold," he said. He pulled off the flannel
shirt he was wearing and draped it across Lenny's shoulders. The shirt was
damp and reeked of cigarette smoke, and it chafed against Lenny's skin, but
it was warm, and he nodded in gratitude. "Thanks," he said. Lenny threaded
his arms through the sleeves and buttoned the shirt up.

Earl watched him with amusement. "I thought you English boys was used to
cold weather. Compared to what you get over there, this must be a sunny
day. Where you from in England?" He motioned for Lenny to move ahead of
him. Lenny didn't know if it was intentional, but Earl had blocked path
back to the house. It was as if he knew that Lenny was planning to escape.

Lenny told him the name of his hometown in Kent, and Earl asked him more
about his family, remarking at one point, "So your parents are coming to
visit next summer. That'll be nice." The questions about his family in
England were followed by several questions about his life in Hartford. As
they came in sight of the stream, Earl said, "Sounds like you've got a lot
of friends. That's good." Except he didn't sound like he thought it was
good. Lenny couldn't account for the note of disappointment in Earl's
voice.

But the questions made Lenny feel better. Earl was trying to relate to him
as a person, trying to get to know him. That was good, he figured. It was
better than being treated as nothing more than a fuckhole. He was
emboldened by Earl's curiosity to try to get some answers himself. "Jeff
called your place a farm. What do you grow?"

Earl snorted. "I guess you could call it a farm. But Gene and me don't grow
nothing.  We're more in the business of breeding livestock."

"You mean cows, pigs?" Lenny looked around. There were no fields or
buildings of the kind he pictured in his mind when he thought of farm
animals.

Earl laughed. "We're more into two-legged livestock. You saw those two boys
back at the house?"

"Yeah." Lenny shuddered. Earl's shirt didn't do much to keep out the cold
after all.

"Well, we're preparing them for sale."

"For sale?"

"Yeap, it's what Gene and me do."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. Scout's honor." Earl held up his right hand with the three middle
fingers extended and the thumb and little finger joined across the palm. "I
guess Jeff didn't tell you."

Lenny giggled nervously. Earl couldn't be serious. He had to be joking.

Earl pointed to a grove of trees. "The pump shed's in there. I just need to
check on it and make sure it's working right. You can clear away the intake
pipe for me."

The intake pipe proved to be underwater in a concrete box dug into the bed
of the stream. Earl directed as Lenny stuck his hand into the cold water
and pulled out a sodden mass of leaves stuck to the wire mesh covering the
head of the pipe. When he finished, his fingers were red from the cold.

"Wait over there." Earl pointed to a wooden bench alongside one side of the
pump shed. "I have to check on the pump. It'll just take me a minute."

The bench was damp and rough against Lenny's buttocks. But it was in the
sun. Lenny leaned back against the wall and tilted his face toward the
warmth. He closed his eyes. It was so quiet. There was no traffic noise at
all, just the sound of the creek and the wind blowing the leaves on the
trees. They had to be miles away from anything. He thrust his hands under
his armpits to warm them. He tried to warm his mind as well, but he
couldn't keep himself from thinking about the "livestock" in the
bunkhouse. Earl had to be joking, but then there was that obscene absence
between the guys' legs. Lenny shuddered. It just couldn't be true. He was
imagining things. Things like that didn't happen.

The bench gave slightly as Earl sat down beside him. Lenny kept his eyes
closed. Maybe if he ignored Earl, he'd wake up from this nightmare. Earl
placed a hand on the inside of Lenny's thigh and rubbed it. He squeezed the
flesh. "You've got nice legs. What do you do? Jog? Exercise?"

"I run on a treadmill at the gym."

Earl cupped his hand around Lenny's ball sack and hefted it, as if he were
gauging its weight. "You're uncut. I guess that's more common in England
than here."

Lenny nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak. Earl squeezed harder and
then rolled the balls against his palm. His fingers were calloused. "You
naturally hairless or do you shave?"

"I don't have much hair, but I shave what I do have."

Earl pushed his hand under the shirt and found Lenny's left nipple. He
pinched it hard, and Lenny gasped in pain. He tried to push away, but Earl
grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back. He pinched the
nipple again.

"Please don't. That hurts." Lenny trembled. The sun wasn't warming him up.

Earl's response was to rub the nipple between his fingers. Ordinarily Lenny
would have liked that, but the nipple was sore. Earl took his hand away. He
unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. The hand on the back of Lenny's
neck pushed his head down into Earl's crotch. "Here. Suck me while I smoke
a cigar. Gene don't like me smoking them inside the house."

Lenny closed his eyes as his lips closed around Earl's cock. Above him he
heard the click of Earl's lighter and then smelled the acrid tang of cigar
smoke. He tried to shut his mind off and not think about what was happening
to him. Earl's cock was soft at first, but it quickly grew hard. Lenny's
first thought was to get it over with, and he began bobbing rapidly up and
down on Earl's cock. That merited him a slap on the head. "Hey, slow
down. What's your hurry? You ain't got nowhere to go. Do it real slow. Just
enough to keep me hard."

Lenny had to twist his body around so that he was lying on his stomach. The
rough wood scraped at his body. He tried to raise himself up, but the hand
on his neck pushed his head back down until his face was pressed into
Earl. Earl closed his legs together and pushed his groin up. His ball sack
prickled against Lenny's face. He began slowly pumping his cock into
Lenny's throat. Lenny gagged and tried to pull away. Earl slapped his
ass. "Quit that. Suck it. Stop fucking around or I'll give you something to
think about."

Lenny bit back his tears. Wake up, wake up. I've got to wake up, he
thought.

Earl took a big drag on his cigar and then blew the smoke toward
Lenny. "That's better. Show me what a good little cocksucker you
are. There's always demand for a good cocksucker."

Lenny tried to appear enthusiastic. The sooner he got Earl to come, he
reasoned, the sooner Earl would release him. But Earl had ejaculated only a
hour or so before. He was hard, but he wasn't coming any time soon. He
finished his cigar and tossed it in the stream. He gave a few more thrusts
and then moaned softly. Lenny couldn't tell if Earl had come or not, but
the older man patted Lenny on the shoulder and said, "All right. You can
stop. We'd better head back. Gene should be home by now."

*****

Gene was outside with the two guys from the bunkhouse. They were naked, and
Gene was bathing them using a pail of soapy water and a dirty rag. .Stray
bits of foam clung to the men's bodies. As Earl and Lenny approached, Gene
picked up a garden hose with a nozzle on the end. He twisted the nozzle
until the water emerged in a spray and then directed it at the men's
bodies. The men stood there passively, moving only when Gene directed them
to lift an arm or spread their legs. When he finished, the men just stood
there.

"They can dry outside. I'll put them back in the bunkhouse later," said
Gene. "How's the pump?"

"It's good," said Earl. "The kid cleaned out the pipes."

"Pipes?" Gene took a closer look at Lenny. "Ah, maybe it can clean out my
pipes now. How about it, kid? I'll get you cleaned up and then you can suck
me off."

The two men laughed, and Earl went into the house. Gene picked up the pail
of soapy water and dumped it over Lenny. He used the rag to scrub Lenny
down. It hurt and Lenny winced several times in pain. Gene ignored his
protests. He grabbed Lenny by the arms and shoved him around so that he
could reach all of Lenny's body. When he finished, he rinsed Lenny off. The
water was freezing. When Lenny tried to shield his body with his hands,
Gene grabbed him again and slapped Lenny across the shoulders. "Boy, I am
losing patience with you. Now stand still. You're just making this take
longer."

When Gene finished, he unzipped. He pointed to a patch of dry ground and
said to Lenny, "Over there. Get on your knees." Lenny knelt. He felt
defeated. He had sucked Earl off. He might as well do Gene again too. He
hardly felt the small stones and stiff grass pushing into his knees. He
closed his mouth around Gene's cock and began sucking.

"Not so fast. Got something else for you." Gene grasped Lenny by the
ears. He thrust his cock further into Lenny's mouth and let loose a stream
of piss. "Swallow all of it. I don't want you spilling a drop." Lenny
gagged and tore himself away, coughing and spitting. He ran his fingernails
over his tongue, trying to scrape Gene's piss from his mouth. Gene walloped
him hard across the jaw. The blow sent Lenny spilling onto the ground. He
lay on his right side and curled up into the fetal position, his hands
cupping his sore jaw. The pain echoed through his skull. Gene pulled
Lenny's hands away and then grabbed a fistful of Lenny's hair. He hauled
Lenny halfway off the ground and then directed the stream of piss at
Lenny's head. When he finished, he shook his cock at Lenny so that the last
drops hit him. "Now suck me off," he said.

Lenny didn't move. Neither did Gene. Lenny started crying. His situation
was hopeless. He was going to end up like the other two boys. He knew
it. Gene grabbed him by the hair again and pulled Lenny up until his mouth
was at cock height. There was a bead of piss trapped in the slit. Lenny
stared at it for a minute and then began sucking.  After Gene came, he
picked up the hose and sprayed Lenny down. The cold water shocked Lenny
again, but he this time he didn't protest or try to avoid it. He knelt on
the ground on all fours letting the water drip off him. He hardly noticed
when Gene led the other two guys back into the house. He was trembling
violently from the cold and the humiliation. But he couldn't get up.

Time passed. Earl came out of the house and led him back inside and pushed
him into the bunkhouse, closing the door and shutting Lenny in with the
other two prisoners. Lenny lay down on the bed assigned to him and pulled
the blanket around him. He couldn't stop shivering. He was a dog in a
kennel. The men would be back to fix him soon and then he would turn into a
zombie like the other two boys.

*****

Earl and Gene fucked Lenny again that night and again the next
morning. Each time Lenny anticipated that he would be castrated, but each
time he was returned to the bunkhouse and locked in. Other than that, they
left him and the other two guys alone. Earl and Gene watched a couple of
college football games on Saturday and drank a lot of beer. They let the
three of them into the kitchen for meals, During dinner the phone
rang. Gene answered it and listened for a while. Then he said, "Nah. Be
here by noon. Earl talked to him. He's no good for us. He's got too many
connections. Family, friends. Somebody would come looking for him. We need
someone more isolated, somebody nobody will miss. Don't worry. You'll get
your usual fee. Plus we've closed the sale on the other two. So you'll have
your cut from them as well."

Earl came into the bunkhouse about 11:30 on Sunday morning and gave Lenny
his clothes. "Get dressed. Your ride's here."  Lenny put his clothes on and
went into the front hall of the house. Jeff was waiting for him. He looked
angry. Without saying anything to Lenny, he opened the door and pointed at
his car.

Lenny hurried to the car and got in. He glanced in the side mirror, trying
to see Jeff, willing him to hurry up and get them the hell out of there,
but all he could see was part of the house. He turned around and looked out
the back window. Jeff stood in the doorway chatting with Earl and Gene. The
three men were laughing about something. Gene took a piece of paper from
the pocket of his shirt and handed it to Jeff, who put it in his wallet. It
looked like a check. Then Jeff shook hands with each of them and headed
toward the car.

On the trip back, Lenny tried several times to get Jeff to talk about the
weekend and what he had done, but Jeff answered him in
monosyllables. Finally Jeff told him to "shut the fuck up," he wanted to
concentrate on his driving. "All the time and money I spent on this bitch,"
he mumbled under his breath, "and she pisses off my best customers." A few
miles later, he said, "Crack open a window. You stink."

Jeff drove off as soon as Lenny got out of the car in front of his
apartment building. It wasn't until later that Lenny realized that his
suitcase was still in Jeff's trunk. He sent Jeff a text about it. Two days
later when he came home from work, he found the suitcase just inside his
apartment door, and he remembered that Jeff had a set of spare keys to his
apartment. He called a locksmith and had both locks changed. He had no
desire to see Jeff again. Apparently Jeff felt the same about him. Lenny
never heard from Jeff again.

*****

Lenny went to work the day after he got back. He thought the familiar
routine would help him forget what had happened. But he couldn't. First of
all there was a visible reminder. The bruise on his jaw where Gene had
struck him was a mixture of ugly red, yellow, and black stains. In the
first hour of work alone, he had to explain to a dozen different coworkers
that he had stumbled while trying to cross a stream and hit his head on an
tree limb as he went down.  His ass and throat were sore too. He could pass
the hoarse voice off as part of the "accident" to his jaw, but he didn't
have a good excuse for why he couldn't sit still for very long. He couldn't
claim that he had fallen on his butt as well as his jaw, and he didn't want
to admit that he had been reamed raw the past weekend and felt like he had
a rasp shoved up his ass.

At the weekly staff conference, Lenny looked up from doodling on a pad of
paper to find everyone staring at him. He suddenly realized that he had let
his mind wander while his boss droned on about the sales figures for the
previous week. He was mentally replaying the events at the farm and had
groaned out loud. His boss asked if he was feeling OK. He excused himself
and went to the bathroom. His face was bright red with shame. He left work,
asking the receptionist to tell his boss that he wasn't feeling well. He
spent the rest of the day locked in his apartment, with the shades
drawn. He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't eat. He didn't watch TV. He
just huddled in a ball pressed into a corner of his bedroom. He cried
himself to sleep that night.

The dream started a few days later. He was back at the farm. The two boys
from the bunkhouse watched as Earl and Gene took turns fucking his ass and
his mouth. The livestock did not respond. They stood passively by. After
both Earl and Gene had come, Earl grabbed his balls, stretching them out,
and Gene picked up a knife and began honing it against a leather
strop. Lenny woke up screaming.

Lenny's jaw gradually healed, and the other physical marks of his weekend
at the farm faded. He could sit without squirming, at least
physically. Mentally was another matter. He couldn't forget what had
happened. For the first month or so, he kept to himself. He went to work
and then returned home. When his coworkers invited him to join them for
lunch or a drink after work, he used his sore jaw as an excuse. He sat
alone in his darkened apartment, imagining that Earl and Gene were coming
to get him. He jumped at every noise.

He couldn't stop thinking about the weekend and the way he had
behaved. What bothered him most was the feeling that he was partly to blame
for what had happened. He should have resisted. Instead he had let the men
use him the first night because he wanted to get back at Jeff. That didn't
excuse what Jeff and the two men had done to him, but it made him
complicit. It was no wonder Gene and Earl got the wrong idea. He'd come on
to them as this horny play toy just to spite Jeff. He'd paid for that
choice, but it had been his choice. He had been so mad at Jeff that he had
made a bad decision. And he should have tried to escape. It was the sight
of the two castrated "boys" that had paralyzed him.

At least he tried to tell himself that. He admitted to himself that maybe
that was just an excuse. The thought that maybe deep down he really wanted
to be treated the way Gene and Earl had treated him appalled him the first
time it popped into his mind, and he drove it away. But it kept coming
back. He tried to wall it off in that corner of his mind that he reserved
for thoughts he didn't want to think, but it was like a scab that you keep
pulling off. You want to see if the sore has healed underneath the scab,
but removing it opens the sore back up again.

He found himself searching online for pictures of men who looked like Gene
and Earl. Physical men, hairy men, big men who weren't models or
bodybuilders, men roughened by weather and hard work, scruffy men who wore
jeans and flannel shirts and white T-shirts and boxer shorts, who drank
cheap beer out of cans and smoked cigars. "Real men." As soon as he thought
that, he knew that something had changed.

One night a month later, he read the Wikipedia article on castration. It
brought back the terror of what he had come to call "that weekend." That
night in his dreams, he saw the boys putting their dishes in the sink and
turning around. They walked toward him, displaying their mutilated bodies
proudly, taunting him. Gene and Earl leered at him as they stroked the
boys' groins and ran their hands over the absence between their legs. "We
raise livestock," said Earl. "We sell them," said Gene. He woke up then and
discovered that he had an erection.

Lenny found it increasingly difficult to interact with others. He felt
tainted. Sometimes he felt that everyone knew what he had done, and they
pretended to sympathize but in reality they despised him for his weakness.

His co-worker and friend Eric was the most concerned about Lenny's growing
distance. He guessed that something had happened. He didn't pry, but he let
Lenny know that he was there if Lenny wanted to talk. Eric grew insistent
that Lenny do something. "You've got to get out, man. It doesn't matter
what's bothering you. You'll feel better if you have some fun. It's not
good to sit all alone and do nothing." Finally, more because he was getting
tired of making excuses than because he wanted to, Lenny agreed to go to a
bar. The only request he made was that they go to a noisy dance club. Lenny
didn't want to talk.

The noise levels at Club Est made conversation impossible. It was as
crowded as usual on Friday night, and the louder the DJ played the music,
the louder everyone talked. The DJ turned the music up even higher to drown
them out, and they shouted even louder. That didn't keep Eric from trying
to hold a conversation. He started to pull Lenny toward a quieter section
of the bar, but Lenny screamed at him, "I want to dance."

Lenny abandoned Eric and forced his way through the crowd until he reached
the edge of the dance area. He began dancing by himself. The insistent beat
of the music and the movements of his arms and legs drowned out the
memories of the farm. It was the first time in weeks that he had thought
about anything else. Another man appeared in front of him and began
matching Lenny's movements. Lenny surrendered to the moment and began
dancing with him. The two of them stayed on the dance floor until the DJ
took a break.

When the music stopped, Lenny's dance partner said, "Hi, I'm Keith. You're
a great dancer. Tell me you're not here with someone."

Keith was an inch or two shorter than Lenny. He was, Lenny estimated, in
his early twenties. His was slim, almost twinkish. He had an open
face. Maybe a student, Lenny thought. Keith wasn't threatening. He was
about as far from Jeff, not to mention Earl and Gene, as anyone could
be. "No, I'm alone. You want to get a drink?"

Keith smiled when he heard that Lenny was alone. He shook his head at the
offer of a drink. "I'm hot from all this dancing. Do you want to step
outside for a minute?"

It turned out that Keith lived only a few blocks away. Lenny decided that
Eric could fend for himself. He'd find another way to get back to his own
apartment. Things went well at first. As long as he and Keith were kissing
and touching, everything was fine. But when all the clothes were off and
they were lying on Keith's bed, Lenny couldn't get an erection.

"Guess I don't excite you," said Keith. He looked disappointed. He wiggled
Lenny's cock once more.

Lenny was sucking on Keith's cock. Until a second before, he and Keith had
been sucking and fingering each other. But when he couldn't get a hard-on,
Keith drew back and let Lenny continue to suck him. Something was missing
for Lenny. He tried to figure out what was going wrong. A few weeks ago,
there wouldn't have been a problem. Usually it didn't matter what the guy
was like. As soon as he began sucking, Lenny got a hard-on.

He hadn't had a problem with Earl and Gene. Neither one of them had so much
as touched Lenny's cock, and his cock had been stiff the entire time they
were using him for sex. Even when Gene was pissing on him, he had been
erect. They had been rough with him, but they had excited him.

"That's better," said Keith. He dived back onto Lenny's cock and began
sucking it. Lenny pulled up mental pictures of being with Earl and
Gene. How they smelled, how they talked, how they moved in unison, how
their cocks felt in his mouth and ass, He grew more and more aroused the
longer his mind-camera replayed the weekend on the farm. He had almost
forgotten Keith by the time he came.

When he thought about the encounter, he was shocked to find how much the
memories of that weekend excited him. He didn't want the Farm and what it
had to offer. That was how he thought of it now. The Farm. And he was
beginning to enjoy the dream. He was disappointed when Earl and Gene
deserted him while he slept.

That was his last attempt at sex with another person. He found relief in
frequent masturbation. When he replayed the events at the Farm, which he
did often, he grew excited and his hand found his cock. He liked repeating
Earl's and Gene's name. He liked begging them out loud to fuck him. He
liked the memories of their cocks in his mouth, in his ass.

The dreams grew worse. He began pleading with Earl and Gene to use him, to
make him suck them off, to fuck him, to piss on him, to humiliate him, to
use their boy cunt. And always the livestock watched. More and more his
gaze in the dreams focused on the two boys' groins. Their cocks hung
uselessly at the base of their hairless torsos. The missing balls were
emphatically present in his mind because of their very absence.

He began to understand their passivity. When the unthinkable happens, the
mind shuts down. He envied them. They didn't have dreams. They didn't feel
humiliated and then rejected as unworthy even of humiliation. They just
were what they were. Eunuchs. Dumb castrated oxen.

*****

"He's not what we want. He's got too many
connections. Friends. Family. People would try to find him if he goes
missing." As he was falling asleep one night, he heard Gene saying that one
night. The phone had rung Saturday night while they were eating, and Gene
had answered it. Gene must have been talking to Jeff, and the "he" Gene was
referring to had to be himself. Earl had asked him all those questions on
the way to the creek about his family and his life in Hartford. His family
and friends had saved him.

Lenny wasn't sure whether what he felt about that. It meant, he guessed,
that Earl and Gene's objections to him weren't physical. They hadn't
rejected him because they didn't like his looks or because he wasn't
psychologically right. It was because it wasn't safe to keep him. Keeping
him might lead to a visit from the police. He wasn't a street kid who could
disappear without being missed. The thought was oddly comforting. Earl and
Gene would have taken him on as livestock if he were less connected. He
jerked off thinking about them.

In the spring, he left Hartfield early one Saturday morning and drove
north. He exited the interstate just south of Greenfield and drove west on
Route 2. The signs identified it as the Mohawk Trail. When he reached
Shelburg Falls, he knew that he had gone too far. They hadn't gone through
a town that large. He turned around and drove back. He almost missed the
turn. From the direction of Greenfield the road curved away to the
north. At night, he wouldn't have realized that they had left Route 2. It
would have felt like they were going around a long curve. A few miles later
he came to the village of Melston. The road divided. He stopped at the
intersection and looked. The road to the left led through what appeared to
be the main part of the settlement. The one to the right continued
north. There were only a few houses along it. It matched what he remembered
of the last place he had seen before they reached the Farm.

He drove slowly northward. There wasn't any traffic, and he could take his
time. There were no houses along the road. Occasionally a mailbox would
appear beside a road leading away into the trees. He had almost given up
finding the Farm when the stand of birch appeared on the right side of the
road. He stopped the car and got out. The driveway matched what he
remembered of that night. There was no name on the mailbox but there was a
street number. He copied it down.

When he got back to Hartford, he called the address up on Google Maps. The
satellite view was detailed enough that he was certain that he found the
Farm.

That night in his dreams the two boys came to him. He touched their
groins. They were so smooth. He sensed they were at peace. They were
serene. They didn't have to struggle. They were mindless, docile. The Farm
demanded a sacrifice from you before it rewarded you without
oblivion. Lenny lay down in bed with the two boys, and their contentment
flowed into him. Earl and Gene stood over them, smiling.

*****

Lenny planned his disappearance carefully. He didn't know if Earl and Gene
would accept that he couldn't be traced, but he would do everything he
could to fall off the grid. He arranged to take two weeks of vacation time
at work. He told everyone he wanted to see the South. Since coming to
Hartford, the only times he had left New England had been to take the train
to New York City or to fly to the West Coast. It was time he saw more of
the United States. Flying cross country to LA or San Francisco wasn't
enough. He had to drive the back roads. That was the way to see the real
America. He pestered his friends for advice about the best places to
visit. He spent his lunches and breaks at work engaged in discussions with
his colleagues of where he should go. In the end he told everyone that he
had decided not to commit to a fixed agenda. He would spend the first day
driving to Virginia. It would mean a lot of driving, but then he could just
go wherever seemed interesting. He would make up his mind each night on the
next day's travels.

He let his family know that he would be gone. He stopped the mail and paid
all his bills. He packed his car and filled it with gas on Friday night. He
didn't want any record of a credit card purchase once he left Hartford. He
"forgot" to take his phone. When his disappearance was investigated, it
would be found in its charger in his apartment. As far as anyone would
know, he left very early on Saturday morning for a two-week trip to the
South.

When he saw the clump of birch trees, the white bark ringed with darker
bands, he felt a surge of happiness. The struggle was over. There were no
cars in sight. No one knew where he was. He turned into the driveway and
drove up to the house. When he turned the car off, the Farm was as silent
as he remembered.

Lenny stepped out of the car. He removed his clothes and dropped them on
the ground. He walked naked up to the front door. Before he reached the
steps leading up to the porch, the door opened and Earl stood there. A few
seconds later, Gene appeared behind him. Lenny stopped about ten feet away
from the house and knelt on the ground. He lowered his head and put his
hands behind his back.

He saw the shadows of the men approaching him. "Please," he said. A hand
appeared in front of his face. He licked it. When the hand motioned him to
stand up, he followed the men into the house.