Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 17:08:15 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Owned by Hillbillies

Owned by Hillbillies

Short Story

By Randall Austin


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James Gabriel, an adopted child of Luther
Gabriel, was an honors student as both an
undergrad and graduate student at
University of Tennessee.

At the age of 27, three years into a
successful first job as a cost estimator for
one of Tennessee's largest construction
firms, James was sentenced to a 29-year
term of servitude on the death of his
stepfather, when it was discovered that
his stepfather had accrued debts in excess
of 2 million dollars.

James' term of indenturement was
awarded to Jay Barker as a settlement for
a personal injury lawsuit Jay had filed with
the Tennessee Transportation
Department.

Jay Barker, 44, a Tennessee moonshiner,
lives in the Sampson Mountain area of
Northeastern Tennessee, in the
Appalachian Mountains, along with his
four sons from four different women:
Clay, 16; Wes, 19; Zeke, 22, and Yodler,
25.

James' ride home from the Tennessee
Social Services Agency, with his new
owner, Jay, driving a beat up pickup, was
one of the bleakest moments in James'
life.
It wasn't that Jay was a total illiterate; or
that he spoke in a vulgar and threatening
fashion; or that he hinted at distasteful
tasks that James would be performing;
but that he hinted at the fact that his sons
were probably even more frighteningly
illiterate hillbillies than he was.

The only consolation to James as he
rode to his new life was the fact that the
unwashed Jay was something of a primo
chunk beneath the dirty clothes, the face
stubble, and the body odor.

At least Jay tried to console James. "We is
gonna treat ya right if ya do as we say.
I'm not gonna let the boys be too easy on
the whip with ya. All's ya gotta do is
exactly as we say, then we ain't gonna
have any need to give ya a whumpin!"

James was disheartened by the fact that Jay's place
was almost an hour's drive from civilization, if any
place in Tennessee could be considered civilized.
Apart from the actually beautiful scenery, the only
structures to be seen as they drove along the green
mountain roadways were shacks sprinkled here and
there; shacks that clearly distracted from the beauty
of the terrain.

When Jay pulled into his place James was amazed at
the sight; it was a shack, but a very big shack. Parts
of it were just plywood; one partition was plywood
covered in tar paper from the 50's and two
additions were actually finished in shingles. There
was also a very beat up looking house trailer sitting to
the side of the shack.

Once inside, the mess frightened the very neat and
orderly James. There was filth everywhere. The
stacks of papers and garbage throughout the house
suggested to James that the place could be rat
infested.

As James stood amazed taking in the sights, Jay
took off his t-shirt, lit a cigarette, got himself a can
of beer, and came and stood next to the stunned
James. Jay put an arm around James, "The place is
a mess, I know, but this is where your womanly
touch is going to come in so handy. You're me and
my boys' little woman now. We're counting on you
to fix this place up nice and purrty."

James was frightened yet at the same time also
strangely comforted by the fact that Jay had thrown
an arm around his shoulders. James could smell
Jay's armpit odor. And he couldn't help but notice
Jay's potbelly. It was the potbelly of what the
gay boys would call a `chunk'. It definitely would
rule Jay out of the `model' category, but it wasn't
yet so obscenely over the top that one could yet say
that Jay was a too-far gone slob.

James thought how if only Jay would get himself in
shape, and start grooming himself, he would be one
hell of an ace stud.

As James tried to collect himself, he realized that Jay
had already finished his first can of beer and had
started on a second. People who drank so rapidly
and thoughtlessly scared James. He had memories
from his childhood of a heavy drinking, abusive,
uncle.

As James pondered Jay's drinking, he was shaken
out of his thought when Jay unexpectedly put a hand
up his shirt and snaked his fingers up to his chest.
Jay found one of Jay's nipples and started gently
tweaking it, "A man gets to play with his woman's
titties and cunt whenever he wants to. The bible
says so. You're my woman now, so I get to play
with you whenever I want."
James swallowed, feeling completely lost. He was no
longer himself. He was a thing belonging to a
strange man.

Jay took James by the hand, took a bottle of baby
oil, and led James by the hand, "You come along
with me now. I wanna take you out in the sunlight
so I can get a good look at you and get you oiled
up."

In the back yard sunlight, James stood frozen as Jay
undressed him, poured some oil in his hand, and
started rubbing it into James' shoulders and chest.
James stood silent and embarrassed, calmed at least
by Jay's gentle touch. Jay smiled widely, "I always
used to oil up my women and make em do the
housework naked. It was good for them, made them
feel proud that they were appreciated; and it was
good for my boys. It helped them learn all about
women."

Jay oiled up every inch of James' body, making
James feel like an oiled hog. When he was finished
oiling his `missy', Jay stood back, looked the
glistening James over, and whistled appreciatively.
"You sure is pretty!"

Jay grabbed James by the hand, "Okay, little missy,
you come along with me now. It's time for you to
make daddy feel good."

Jay led James to his bedroom, a dark hole full of
plastic garbage sacks, old porn magazines, empty beer
cans, pizza boxes, and cum rags. James stood,
unknowing what to do, as Jay took of the rest of his
clothes. He was gentle with his new bride, "Don't
you be afraid, lil cucumber. Daddy's gonna take
good care of you if you take good care of daddy."

Jay got himself on the bed. He had one of the
fattest cocks James had ever seen. He ordered
James to straddle him and slowly sit on him, making
him take his smegma laden horse cock up his once
proud young professional boy hole.

James was no longer a young professional hotshot.
He was now Jay's naked and oiled plaything; the
cum pail show-wife of some uneducated, inbred,
hilljack and his four sons.

As James dutifully rode Jay's cock to hillbilly heaven
he wondered of Jay's sons. Where were they? As
Jay shot his load and shouted in ecstasy, "Praised be
the name of jeeezuz!" a very noisy, backfiring, car
filled with whooping boys could be heard pulling into
the yard."

Jay's four boys were in the house whooping and
hollering just as Jay managed to pull up his
underwear. Zeke, 22 years old, smiled, "Looks like
Pa just took the new slave for a test ride!"

Young Clay, 16, liked what he saw, "Pa's got em all
oiled up just like his last woman. He sure is purrty
all greased and shiny like that!

The very cute, jug-eared, Wes, 19, had the hugest
hillbilly smile of all, "How was he Pa? Did he feel as
good as your last woman?"

Jay looked for his shirt, "You boys is gonna be
finding that out soon enough. You know I always
make my woman available to you. So it is with this
one!"

Yodler, the oldest brother at 25, was excited, "Kin
we take him down to the river, Pa?"

Jay found his shirt and put it on, "You sure can. Just
make sure you keep him leashed and booted at all
times."

As Yodler attached a leash to James' collar, James
felt like crying. Even more so when Zeke brought
over a large pair of work boots and ordered him to
put them on.

Young Clay called for Whiskey, the large family dog,
grabbed four flip whips, and handed one to each of
his brothers. Jay noticed and cautioned;
"Now you boys go easy on using them whips. I had
to give all of your mothers a good whumpin from
time to time, and this slave will prob'ly be no
different from any of my women. But ya gotta train
him right. If ya beat him for no reason, he'll just get
defiant."

Wes knew the importance of being responsible, "I
know Pa. I remember you only used to spank your
woman if she did bad stuff. Like break dishes and
stuff. We'll be the same way with our slave, Pa."

As the boys made their way out of the house with
their dog and slave, Clay called out, "Pa, what's his
name?"

Jay scratched his armpit, "I reckon it'll be whatever
name you start callin him."

As the troupe started down the backwoods path,
James was afraid of being seen as a naked slave.
But as they walked along the wilderness, James soon
realized that they were in such a remote location
that it was unlikely they would run into anyone else.

The flip whips that each of the boys carried are also
called `safety whips' because, although the flip whip
can deliver a horrendous stinging sensation, it is
made of special polymers that prevent it from being
able to abrade the skin. Because of its safety
features, parents frequently allow even their
youngest children to use them as an aid in
controlling their slaves.

The four young hillbilly brothers used the whips on
their new slave not in sadistic thrusts, but just to
keep him moving steadily along the path on their
way to the river. James hopped each time one of
the boys would swat at his back, shoulders, or legs,
causing the hillbilly brothers to laugh raucously.

Once they arrived at the river, which looked cool and
beautifully refreshing to James, the brothers started
to unbutton and remove their shirts and shoes.
Young Clay threw a stick in the river, and Whiskey
went eagerly bounding after it. The boys laughed at
the antics of Whiskey, and Yodler, who held James'
leash, told him to get into the river and try to swim
across it to the opposite shore.

James got in the river as instructed, happy to have
the water clean him after his oiling and fucking by
Jay.

Yodler uncoiled the leash and ordered James to swim
to the other side. James did, and as he swam away
he thought for a moment, "Maybe I can escape!"

Just as James began to get lost in the beautiful
thought of escape, Yodler gave a cruel tug to the
leash, and started reeling James back in. James,
caught off guard by the jerking of his collar, choked
on a mouthful of water. As he coughed and turned
around in an attempt to swim back to shore as
Yodler reeled him in, he could hear the brothers
laughing wildly.

When his feet could reach the river bottom, James
stood and tried to catch his breath. He noticed that
Wes and Zeke were now totally naked and were
sporting huge erections and their dicks were fat, like
their father's.

Yodler ordered James to once again try and swim to
the other side. The second time James was on
guard for Yodler's tricks, and when he eventually
tugged on his leash, James was able to quickly
change directions and swim back towards the shore.
When James got back to the shore, all four brothers
were naked and erect. The brothers all had huge
hillbilly smiles and fat hillbilly cocks that waggled in
the sun. Clay and Zeke mindlessly rubbed their
cocks as they watched their new slave get out of the
water.

Yodler talked to his brothers of former times, "I
remember when pa would bring me and Zeke and
Clay's ma down here. Pa would let us watch her
swim, then when she would come back on shore pa
would encourage me to put my little 10-year old
pecker up her pussy. It was fun times."

Like hillbillies everywhere, Jay's sons lived only for
any base fleeting pleasure they could obtain from
life, and now James was their new little pleasure
package. He was owned by them. He was just like
another pet dog to them; only Whiskey wasn't kept
on a leash.

Yodler wagged his finger at James and had him
approach them. As James made his way to the four
brothers, he took in the sight of the four fat hillbilly
dicks that would probably need servicing on a
daily basis.

The four Barker boys had their way with their new
dog slave down at the river. While one boy would
get his cock primed in James' mouth, another
brother would stick his already primed cock up
James' once proud ass and hump away.

Once the four brothers had their fill of James, they
walked him back to their dad's place. The boys,
having spent their sexual energy at the river, didn't
use their flip whips on James nearly as much as they
had on the walk down towards the river.

At their dad's shack the boys opened the front door
and Yodler shouted, "Pa, we's is back from the river.
What do ya want us to do with the slave?"

"Put him to work doing something."

"Pa, we ain't got time to watch him. We's is goin
rabbit huntin with the Geezer boys."

"Well then lock him in the coop with the chickens!"

The Barker's chicken coop was in the back of the
house. It was huge, made of high grade `chicken
wire', and there was plenty of room in it so a slave
could be stowed without bothering the chickens.

Once the boys shoved James in the coop and locked
it, James was both relieved and depressed. There
was a water pump in the coop and James refreshed
himself. He sat in a sunny corner of the coop, made
himself comfortable, and cried himself to sleep.

He was awakened hours later by Jay, "Come on boy.
It's time for you to get in the house, make me some
chow, and do your womanly duty. But first I want
you to get yourself hog-oiled and purrty."

James found a certain comfort in the unkempt
handsomeness of his owner. When he came out of
the bathroom after oiling his body, Jay smiled and
whistled at him.

James noted that Jay usually had a mason jar of
moonshine on the cupboard. As he peeled the
potatoes, he asked Jay, "Is your moonshine safe?"

Jay was happy to answer that, "I's got the best
business goin cause all folks knows mine is clean.
I've been drinkin it all my life and I'm healther'n a
horse. Try it!"

James poured some into a cup, found it too powerful
straight. He added some cider to it, and found he
could down it. As he prepared the meal, the
moonshine helped him to relax.

As he was drinking his third cup of cider-diluted
moonshine, James was caught off guard when Jay
came up behind him and cupped his balls, "How's my
little woman doin?"

Jay's hands on his balls felt good to James, and he
turned and faced his owner. James, with the help of
the alcohol, could be honest. Jay's face was
handsome, and made glorious with its stubble; his
eyes twinkled; his hairy armpits reeked of manly
animal; his arms were thick and strong; his slight
potbelly suggested to James that he needed to
provide some dietary guidance to his uneducated
owner.

And when Jay put his lips to James' and snaked his
tongue into his mouth, James' entire body tingled
with excitement and submission.

Jay took James on the spot. And James was happily
taken. He submitted himself completely; he was
now nothing but a moonshine-drinking hillbillys'
slave. He would be shoved in the chicken coop when
he was too much to handle; fucked at will by Jay's
four sons; and loved by Jay like he was the woman
of his dreams.

James decided he could live with it.



The End


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