Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2000 19:15:41 EDT
From: Savagetrainer@aol.com
Subject: Odessa Ranch 4

Archive;'Odessa Ranch 4'{Ian Jacobs}( MM, sm, ws, scat, bd )[ 4 of ? ]

Odessa Ranch

Part 4, Different Day, Different Grind

	There are 3 places a honey boy can go when he is promoted (4 if you
count back on the road, but none have yet decided to quit).  They can be
sent directly to the fields, to the stable, or to the kitchen.  The
man-himself designed the structure of the promotions so that all of them
are equal in their suffering.  Field work is more active than the others,
so there is less boredom, but the slave is entirely at the mercy of the
weather and the hands.  The kitchen is pretty constant work too, but it is
monotonous, but the slave is protected from the weather (kitchen slaves are
promoted to field slaves like they are from the honey room).  The stables
are covered from the weather too, but the smell and boredom are pretty
intense, and the hands are more merciless when they believe their horses
haven't been treated well.  Depending on your point of view, all jobs suck
equally, or have the same appeal.


	Promotion

	Nick had been a honey boy for 4 weeks and a couple of days.  He had
no idea of time and stopped even trying to count days after the third
anyway.  He kept moving farther away from the toilets where he started as
each honey boy to his right was promoted.  The Adonis moved right with him,
but while Nick tried to make eye contact, the boy would not play, he looked
either straight ahead or down.

	There is no ceremony for promotion.  The slave is just unchained
just as if he were going to be shaved, but instead of hanging lightly from
the ceiling, he exits the honey room where he will only return if he makes
major fuck-ups, or when he becomes a hand.  A slave looking like all others
he'd been able to see above the cock came, unchained him, and led him out
of the honey room.

	"You're movin' up in the world slave.  They want you in the
stables."

	If his mind could analyze, he might come to the conclusion that he
was trading one toilet for another, but his mind only functioned on the
noise of command.

	"Sir, thank you, sir."  Was all he said.

	The barn held 20 horses.  Each had their stall and each horse had
more room and better treatment than any of the slaves Nick had seen.  They
even appeared to be in better shape and fettle than most of the hands.

	"This here's the new slave."

	Nick was handed to a hand.

	"On your knees slave."  Nick complied.  "You are responsible for 5
horses, you feed 'em, water 'em, clean up after 'em, brush 'em, and do
anything else a hand says.  Got it fuck?"

	"Sir yes Sir."

	That was all the direction he got.

The slave attached Nick's collar to a length of chain.  "This is just long
enough for you to handle the 4 horses in these four stalls. You will be
unhooked once a day to carry the horse shit to the compost heap."  After
that, he left and locked the barn behind him.

Nick didn't say anything, but looked at the 4 other slaves.  They all
looked a bit healthier than he and two were asleep, the other two looked at
him.  Accustomed only to responding when screamed at, Nick just leaned up
against a post like the two who were awake.

"What's your name?" He was blond and built like a running back.  Nick
couldn't determine if any of the 4 had been in the honey room with him;
even if he had let his eyes linger, his memory was fading quickly, allowing
only enough room for instructions.

"Nick."  His voice was very small.  He had to stop himself on purpose from
saying sir; he had paused both before and after saying his name like a
stutterer.

"I'm Mark.  That's Ed, and the two asleep are Ryan and Bill."  Mark,
collared and chained like all the rest seemed so at ease.  His posture was
not rigid, he spoke with no qualm or quiet.  Nick was feeling paranoid at
leaning against the post with his legs stretched out in front of him, it
was almost two months since he had that luxury.

Mark continued.  "You just get out of the toilet?"

"Yeah."

"Well," he said to Ed, "Looks like we have an almost-virgin."

Nick was frightened.  He hadn't been frightened since his second morning as
a honey boy.  This time he knew the chains would not stop the others from
reaching him, and there was no one around who could stop anything.  He
wasn't thinking clearly, only like an animal would.  It sounded to him like
they were going to fuck him up.  It didn't matter that he had already
suffered weeks of abuse, or that he basically volunteered for it months
earlier.  All he knew right then was that he thought he was in serious
danger.

"Shit, Nick, calm down.  I just meant it has been so long since you cum
that you might want to have a go."

"We can fuck?"  Nick couldn't really grasp it.

"If we get caught we get whipped, but they leave us alone until it's time
for them to come back, and that ain't for a while."  He moved so he was
kneeling in the honey boy posture.  "Come over here boy and I'll suck you
off."

Nick walked over.  He had become so used to the sight of his cock being
mostly stiff, that it no longer occurred to him that it would be any other
way, but hearing the words made it harder than he could ever have imagined;
the skin was stretched drum tight.

"Don't be such a pussy boy, I ain't going to bite it off.  Ed, move around
so you can lick his ass."

Nick moved quickly and positioned his cock head right in front of Mark.
This position was entirely new to him.  He had always been a bottom, been
kneeling or in a position to take the cock up his ass.  So he didn't really
know if there were rules he needed to follow, any words he needed to say.

Mark opened his mouth and, without hands, using only his tongue, guided
Nick's cock past his teeth, and into the special warmth of his mouth.  [A
quick note, Nick's blood tests came back negative naturally, or he would
have been expelled.  Nick, nor any slave, learns of their negative status,
they only know they are positive if they are driven back to Odessa in
Buck's truck.]  Nick instinctively put his hand on top of Mark's head.  He
wanted just to feel the heat and moisture of Mark's mouth.  He felt his own
pulse through his cock syncompate with the involuntary movements of Mark's
tongue.  With HIS cock in someone else's mouth his memory began to return,
and he wanted this feeling to last, he didn't want a quick squirt, but knew
enough that five or 10 seconds into the blow job and he would unleash weeks
of pent up angst, frustration, and joy.

Nick removed his hand and felt Ed's tongue lick his asshole.  The double
tickle of his ass and his cock were enough to make his legs wobble.  Mark
held Nick's hips so he wouldn't fall and started.  Mark was experienced so
he knew he needed to do this fast, anything slower would be torture, and
slaves at this level torturing one another was strictly against their code.
He wanted Nick to enjoy his first new orgasm, first cum as this kind of
slave.

It took about 8 seconds for Nick to let out a high pitched moan as his cock
took on the responsibility of letting out the pressure and confusion of two
months.  Mark didn't want to choke, so he just guided the cock head towards
his chest.  Nick covered the wide pecks with more than a dozen squirts.  A
white wave moved thickly towards Mark's belly button and began to plop in
the dust.  Nick panted and looked at what he made.  Ed stopped licking his
hole and looked too.  Mark and Ed smiled, their own enormous orgasm had
only taken place a week or so earlier.  They were just continuing a
tradition whose beginning no one would be able to pin point.

Nick panted and just smiled a weary smile.

"Go take a little nap, later you will return the favor.  We'll show you the
ropes when the horses and the hands show up."