Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 17:14:27 EDT
From: jaybob23@hotmail.com
Subject: Good boy

Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring
consenting male adults.  If this turns you off, don't read it. This is
fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or
dead.


It was after graduation and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life,
so some friends and I packed up the car and headed off for a cross-country
road trip. Things went pretty well until a few weeks into the trip when we
took a wrong turn and found ourselves on a deserted stretch of Iowa
back-road. My buddies wanted to turn back and head for home. I didn't. After
a heated argument, I grabbed my pack and my friends left me by the side of
the road.

I had no plan, other than hitch a ride out of the state, and fast. It wasn't
until the car had disappeared over the darkening horizon that I realized, in
my haste, I had left my wallet on the back seat. I was in the middle of the
cornfields, with nowhere to go, not another car in sight, and not even a
dime to call for help. Not that there was a phone anywhere in one hundred
miles. I was screwed.

I must have walked for an hour or more without seeing a single car. I sat
down in the dusty road, my head in my hands, alone and really rather afraid.
Just then a pair of headlights appeared in the distance and as the lights
grew closer I discerned an old Ford pickup heading toward me. The Ford
stopped abruptly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" called the driver from behind the wheel. I
stood up slowly and ambled over to him. As I approached, the form of the
driver took shape before me. He was a hard, burly man, maybe forty, tan,
with dark wavy hair, an iron jaw, and a stubbled chin. I immediately forgot
what I was planning to say. I could only mumble, "Sorry."

"Sorry? Shit. Ain't you got any sense just sitting in the middle of the road
like that? You're damn lucky I didn't just punch the gas and flatten your
stupid ass."

I hung my head, saying once more, "Sorry, sir."

My obvious dejection--or was it my saying "sir"?-- must have struck a chord
with this hunky fellow because he smiled warmly and reached out his big
hand. The sleeve of his work shirt pulled up to reveal a massive bicep,
which I could tell was attached to a solid, muscular frame

"My name's Earl," he said more kindly. "Need a ride son?"

"Yes, please," I said. I was so happy to be rescued, and by such a brawny
stud that I quickly added again, "Yes, sir."

I was very tired by now and was glad Earl didn't seem to want to talk. We
drove on through the silent darkness for quite a while. I hadn't told him
where I was headed, and he hadn't asked. Whatever had to be done, I just
hoped he'd take care of it.

I must have fallen sound asleep, because the next thing I knew it was
morning. I awoke in a large, comfortable bed with Earl standing over me,
watching me sleep.

He was wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt that was nearly bursting at the
seems from the thick muscles beneath it. Earl still hadn't shaved, and sight
of this fine specimen of man--now fully revealed in the morning light and
standing by my bed--made me shiver with delight and anticipation.

"Rise and shine son. There's work to be done," he announced.

"What?" I asked groggily, half asleep and slightly disappointed. "Work?"

"Damn straight boy," he said a bit more sternly. "Breakfast is on the table.
Get dressed, eat, and meet me in the barn in 15 minutes. Don't be late or
I'll take it out on your ass."

Despite his tempting offer, I still made it down to the barn in under
fifteen minutes. Earl glanced at his watch and smiled approvingly. I don't
know why it made me feel happy to know he was pleased, but it was a feeling
I was going to know again.

"Put this on," he said throwing me a pair of overalls. I started to turn and
undress when I felt the wide palm of his hand swat my ass.

"No need for modesty son," Earl said. "I've seen plenty of dick in my life.
Yours won't be a surprise. Here let me help you." Then much to my pleasure
and embarrassment, he began removing my clothes--slowly, methodically. By
the time I was down to my briefs, I was hard, and it showed plainly.

"Looks like I've gone and rescued me a sweet little fag boy. Must be my
lucky day," he laughed and squeezed my package through my tight briefs. I
blushed down to my balls. Earl clucked his tongue approvingly.

"We don't get much boy butt around here," he said grabbing the thin cotton
by the seams and tearing off the last stitch of my clothes like tissue
paper.

"That's more like it," Earl continued, with a wink. "Just watch that dick of
yours, son. Hate to see it get stuck in something around here."

Earl handed me a pitch fork and we got to work. I spent the day buck-naked
doing whatever menial chores Earl required. We stopped only once, at noon,
to eat a sandwich. Earl sat on a low stool and I squatted by his knee in the
cool of the dark barn.

By the late afternoon every muscle in my body was exhausted, except one. The
tantalizing sight of Earl's sweat-soaked shirt and his tight, faded jeans
clinging to that muscular body, was making my exposed dick harder than ever.
Earl didn't help matters, slapping my bare, eager ass every time I bent
over, leaving red marks on my cheeks.

"That's enough for now son," Earl announced at dusk. "Time to wash up." I
followed him sheepishly to the front yard where a coiled hose had been lying
in the hot sun all day.

"We're going to clean you up right, inside and out." With that this hot
farmer began rinsing me off. The water was scalding at first. As the water
cooled, Earl placed his hands on my back and bent me forward roughly.

"Spread those sweet cheeks, son," he ordered.

Although slightly afraid of what I knew was coming, I did as I was told.
Earl licked two fat fingers and began prying me open. I moaned deeply as I
began to loosen up and enjoy the sensation. Suddenly he shoved in the
spurting hose nozzle. My ass clamped shut hard as ice-cold water shot up
into me.

After removing the hose, Earl tied my hands behind my back with a thin strip
of leather, expertly and without comment. I was so anxious to have his cock
warm my shivering ass that I didn't even think to object. Earl took me by
the shoulders and turned me around. His crystal blue eyes were twinkling and
his lips were curling into a sexy sneer as he held my chin in his powerful
hand.

"O.K. boy, if you want me to keep you around, here's what's going to
happen," he explained. "From now on you'll be naked and ready for whatever I
demand of you. You're going to service me, and whoever I tell you to, every
day, every night. When you behave, I'll feed you my cock. But when you are
bad, you'll be punished. Understand?"

"Yes sir," I answered, nearly swooning. I couldn't wait to get fucked.

"Good boy. Now, get into that first stall, on your knees, and wait. And
don't go taking care of your own business while you wait." He gave the strap
around my wrists a tight pull to punctuate that order. He struck my ass so
hard I squealed, and gave me a shove towards the barn.

I waited on my knees for Earl to return, as ordered. I knew he'd keep me
waiting, but I didn't expect it would be quite so long. Kneeling on that
hard dirt floor made my knees hurt and the hay strewn about scratched at my
legs. With my hands tied behind me, there was no way to scratch. My dick was
aching too but there was no way to take care of that problem either.
Desperate for relief, and fearing that Earl would leave me there alone all
night, I scooted forward and pressed my body against the rough wall of the
stall. Although it wasn't easy to do, I managed to get into a position where
my cock was resting against the wall. I was barely able to rub it up and
down, humping at the barn boards. As awkward as the position was, it didn't
take long before I felt that familiar tightening in my sack. Then I began
painting the inside of that barn with my own personal whitewash. Earl
appeared suddenly and pushed me backwards, cursing at me even as my cock
sprayed onto the dirt floor.

"Fucking bitch. I told you not to cum," he shouted, storming out.

I lay there with loose hay plastered to my wet, sticky sides and legs,
feeling lower than I ever had. I had disobeyed Earl, the man who had rescued
me. I was so ashamed I nearly began crying.

Earl returned to the stall with his hands behind has back and a look of
disgust on his face. I crawled toward him and began begging his forgiveness.

"You really sorry, boy?" he asked sternly.

"Yes sir, please forgive me. I was bad. I am so, so sorry sir," I cried
frantically, nuzzling his crotch with my face, wishing my hands were free to
caress that denim-clad bulge. "Please let me show you how sorry I am. Please
sir."

"No. I don't think so. You were a bad little faggot so you don't get any
cream tonight. If you're really sorry, you'll have to prove it. You'll have
to prove you're worthy of this cock."

"Please sir. I'll do anything. I'll behave. I promise," I pleaded.

He took his hands from behind his back and presented me with a huge dildo,
at least 10 inches long and two inches in girth. I gasped at the sight of
it, thinking there was no way I could take something so huge, fearing it
would tear me apart.

"You take this for a while," he said evenly. "Then, after you've been
punished, maybe I'll give you a little taste of what I keep in my jeans."

He pushed me back into the scratchy hay and grabbed my legs, spreading me
wide and tying my ankles to the bars of the stall gate with two more leather
straps. Earl lubed up his hand and began forcing his way into my hole. The
strength of his hot hand, and my desire to be a good bitch for my new
master, allowed me to open up and take it all. When I was sufficiently slick
and ready, Earl shoved the massive dong deep inside me. I was stuffed full.
Then he flipped a switch and powerful, tingling waves flooded through my
ass. Earl just walked away.

The night became darker and still the fat dildo hummed on. With my hands
tied and my legs splayed open, I could do little more than lie back and bear
it. The pressure on my cock was enormous and I began begging, first
silently, then with increasing volume, "Please come back sir. Please sir."

Hours passed and still the vibrating tool kept up its brutal assault. I
tried to be brave though, to make Earl proud of me. I began drifting in and
out of consciousness--dreaming, fantasizing, hoping my master would return
and release me.

As the sun cast its first light in through the open doors of the barn, I
awoke to the sound of the rooster crowing. I was alone, in the same
uncomfortable position as the night before, and with that meaty dildo still
buried in my hole. The batteries must have run out at last. The long night
was a blur of unrelenting pleasure, and my rock hard dick and well-stretched
hole were still painfully reminding me how badly I needed Earl to return and
forgive me.

I heard Earl's voice coming nearer and, to my dismay, I heard other voices.
I could only lay there spread-eagle and dripping with sweat. I was terrified
of being found like this but also secretly hoped my master would approve of
how well I had taken my punishment--hoping he would grant me the right to
serve his cock.

"Over here," I heard Earl announce, "is where I'm keeping my new bitch." I
looked up to see three young, randy farmers peering into the stall like they
were examining a prize filly.

"Not bad," said a rugged looking man in a red cap, with a wad of tobacco
tucked into his cheek. He was, like Earl, superbly muscled and tan.

"He's easy on the eyes Ed, but the bitch sure tries my patience," Earl
replied.

"Looks like you're still breaking him in," said another handsome buck who
had a single stalk of tall grass firmly held in his teeth and was slowly
adjusting his ample equipment. Like the others, he was looking not at my
face, but at the solid dildo stuck between my swollen ass lips. "Nice hole.
How does he suck?" he asked.

"I don't really know yet Jim," Earl replied. "He's been a bit uncooperative.
He's still not broke in proper I guess. Think he needs more experienced
trainers than me."

Then Earl turned to me and said gruffly, "What do you think, faggot?"

It was the first time Earl had spoken to me since I had disobeyed him last
night. Although I was in a humiliating position, I was so thankful.

"Yes, please sir. Whatever you say sir," I answered quickly. " I'll be
good."

"OK bitch. Just so we don't have a repeat of last night, I'm leaving you
with Jim, Ed, and Carl. They've broke in plenty of boy-bitches. They'll
teach you how to be a good little cock-slave."

"How do you want us to handle it?" asked the third man. He was the youngest
of the three, perhaps not yet thirty and built like a prize-winning bull at
a state fair. The way his white, sleeveless T-shirt stretched across his
wide, hairless chest made me lick my lips unconsciously. Even my ass
responded by squeezing down harder on the dildo. He looked me squarely in
the eyes as he spoke to Earl. "You want him broke in easy?"

Earl rubbed his stubbled chin and chuckled slightly.

"Hell no Carl. I plan to ride this fucking whore hard everyday. He's got to
live for my cock. He's got to be craving my cum from sun up to sun down."
Earl smiled wickedly. "Do whatever you have to do fellas." Then he walked
out.

The three brawny studs untied my legs and dragged me across the cold barn
floor and out into the sunlight. My eyes were stinging, adjusting to the
brightness, and my ass was smarting from the hard dildo still lodged deep
inside. Carl, the younger man, allowed me to kneel in the grass.

"Let's get started son," he said, roughly taking a handful of my hair in his
fist. "Time to teach you how to please your man." He pulled my face into the
big lump in his jeans and I began instinctively to gnaw at it, rubbing my
face into the rough cloth. At his command, I undid his zipper with my teeth
and awaited further instructions. Carl pulled down his jeans, revealing an
old, stained jock strap. The soiled pouch was full and stretched to its
limit. Again I was allowed to nuzzle my face into his package. Soon I began
trying to free that throbbing cock and his big sweaty balls.

"Not yet bitch," Jim commanded, slapping my ass sharply. "You get to suck
when Carl says. Understand?" Another slap sweetened my sore ass.

"I'm talking to you, you stupid bitch," he yelled sharply.

"Yes sir," I answered wincing in pain and breathless with anticipation.

"OK." Carl said, "Lets see if you're worth all this trouble boy." He slid
off his jock and that long beefy log sprang up, striking me squarely in the
chin. He held it there, inches from my face, as drool started to form at the
corners of my mouth. Carl's hard shaft looked so damn tasty, I couldn't wait
to suck it down. A single glistening drop clung to the bulbous head as he
flexed it up and down, wagging it in my face like it was a juicy bone and I
was a hungry mongrel bitch.

"Wait for it boy," Carl commanded. "Wait for it."

Just then Ed's undid my bonds and threw me forward. I couldn't bring my arms
around fast enough to stop from falling. Lucky me, I fell directly onto
Carl's dick. The long shaft slid neatly into my mouth like a hand into a
warm glove. Then another slap stung my ass

"I said not yet, faggot," Carl cursed, removing his sweet cock from my
mouth, a long strand of saliva still connecting me to that hard dick. "What
do you think fellas? This faggot can't even take simple instructions? You've
got a lot of learning to do, cocksucker."

"I'm sorry sirs. Please forgive me," I said looking up at Carl hungrily.

"OK boy," Carl said. "I believe you. Now suck."

I threw myself at his pole eagerly, wantonly. It was the best tasting cock
I'd ever sucked. The flesh was rigid, and the skin was taught and smooth. I
took it as far into my throat as I could manage, not caring that I was
nearly gagging and tears were running down my cheeks. Then I pulled back,
keeping my lips wrapped tightly around it, my cheeks hollow. My tongue ran
in circles around the tender cockhead, dipping into the piss-slit whenever
it could to extract another drop of his precious nectar.

"Not bad cocksucker," Carl said approvingly as he bucked his hips. "Feels so
fine. You love it don't you pig?"

I moaned thankfully, my mouth too full of cock meat to speak. Behind me Ed
and Jim were hard at work. Ed began removing the dildo, unscrewing it slowly
so I felt every inch completely. Each time the head was about to pop out and
my ass was almost free of it, Ed rammed that mammoth tool back in full
force. Jim took my swinging sack in his left hand and with his right hand
began slapping at my low-hanging balls. He never touched my dick, which had
not had relief since the night before when I had disobeyed my master. Both
men took turns slapping my ass and twisting my nipples tightly until my body
felt like it was on fire.

Even though I was on the front lawn of Earl's farmhouse in broad daylight,
getting brutalized by these hot farm studs, it was the thought that I had
let Earl down that made me most ashamed. All I wanted was to prove I was
truly worthy of pleasing him.

The unimaginable abuse my backside was enduring was the complete opposite of
the rapture my mouth was experiencing. Carl's dick was so hot it was nearly
burning my tongue and I was loving every glorious morsel of precum that
leaked out.

As these three men continued rape me, I kept picturing the look on Earl's
face when he would see me again, this time eagerly submitting to his every
desire.

I gobbled happily at Carl's fat cock for a long time, and at last felt some
relief when the huge powertool was unscrewed fully from my ass. As the
puckered lips of my ass began closing up again, I felt a blunt cockhead
touching the edge of my sloppy hole. I couldn't see, but gauged that it was
Ed's prick getting into position for a hard fuck.

"Ready boy? Take my fat dick," Ed growled as his hot piece broke through my
ass in one unforgiving lunge. I let out a desperate scream, but Ed just
laughed; he wasn't about to stop now. He grabbed my hips and began pummeling
that hard pole in and out viciously. I hadn't seen his cock, but judging
from the way it was making my feel, I bet it was at least 8 inches, and
thick. After every few thrusts he held it deep in me while sweeping my ass
from side to side, essentially stirring my hole with his cock. I spread my
legs and arched my back as the sharp pain subsided, giving way to a sweet
sensation that I hoped would never end. There was no doubt about it, this
man knew how to fuck. Each time the swollen bulb of his cockhead struck my
prostate my toes curled up and I let out a low, rumbling groan.

"Must have found your sweet spot," Ed said with a chuckle as he continued to
bang it into me. "Damn, my cock looks so hot pounding your hole, boy."

Looking up at Carl it was clear that he was enjoying the sight of his dick
ramming in and out of me too. Soon Carl's hands were around my head and I
could tell from the frantic pace as he fucked my mouth, his plump balls
bouncing off my chin, that he was almost ready to blow. I couldn't wait to
taste that fresh batch of cum. Carl looked down at his submissive cocksucker
saying, "You ready to swallow my load faggot?"

"Yes sir. Please sir, let me taste it," I begged.

As Carl stuck his slick cock back in, Jim released my sore ball sack so he
could watch me get creamed. Jim placed his hand to my neck and kept me down
on his buddy's big hunk of dick. In my cock-hungry state he didn't have to
bother. I couldn't wait for the jiz to start flowing. My tongue was lapping
madly around Carl's cock as he drove it through my lips and down into my
throat. My rear end was still being brutalized by Ed's fucking monster but I
knew I had to concentrate on Carl's hot dick now. At that moment I wanted to
please him more than anything else in the world. I wanted him to dump that
salty load down my throat and to watch me as I proudly sucked him dry.

Then it happened. The first shot of cum was a thick, sweet surprise. The
second pulse that ran across my tongue was even more powerful and plentiful.
I was torn between wanting Carl's slippery goo to slide warmly down my
throat and wanting to run it over my tongue forever, savoring his rich,
briny cock juice. The flavor was too much to resist and within seconds
Carl's squirting dick was plunging through a mouth filled with its own cum.

"Eat it up bitch! Swallow, you fucking cocksucker!" Carl ordered through
clenched teeth.

I obediently complied, slurping and sucking with all my might to get every
pearly drop that his fat balls pumped out.

"Hungry little bitch. Loves that man-cream, don't you boy?" Jim purred in my
ear as Carl spewed and spewed.

Just then Ed plunged forward full force and shot a steaming river of cum
into me. Even as he was cumming, Ed slapped at my cheeks and sent a few more
sharp, violent thrusts tearing through my hole. I could feel my distended
ass muscles rippling along his pole, milking every last drop.

Carl's dick stopped spraying at last, but I continued to suck even harder,
more desperately. I was so reluctant to give up on his cock, he had to pull
it forcibly from my lips.

"Not bad, boy. You like the taste of my cum, don't you?" he said, wiping his
forehead as I licked the sweat from his spent balls.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir. Please sir, I want some more," I answered licking
the sugary, salty residue from my lips and bucking my hips back into Ed's
tool. I was in ecstasy but still wondered how long I would have to wait
until I had another hard dick in my mouth and another syrupy load to
swallow.

"Fine piece of ass. You boys ready to try some from this end?" Ed groaned as
he withdrew his thick, wet pole.

"You bet," replied Jim, who had 9 inches at full attention and ready to
fuck.

Ed scooted around and offered me his slimy meat to clean. Remembering
painfully how well he had just used this weapon on my defenseless hole, I
was happy to oblige.

"Let's work this bitch hard and fast. I've got to empty my nuts quick," Jim
announced as he shoved his big tool up my buttered hole. Although Jim's dick
was not as long as the one that had just finished fucking me, it had a
broad, upward curve and a thickness that stretched my ass in a deliciously
unexpected way. It only took a minute for me to adjust myself to the new
sensation and begin driving my hips backwards to meet his fucking. Carl sat
back on his haunches to my right, watching as his two buddies crammed me
full of dick. His own cock now dangled lazily, halfway to the ground.

"You see boy, this is how it works," he said over the pounding of hard
man-flesh and my own muffled squeals. "You need cock. And your master is
generously offering to feed you his, in both holes. You're one lucky bitch.
You know that?"

Although I was busy gulping down my meaty meal and grinding my ass into that
massive pole at my backside, I was listening. And with every ass-reaming,
throat-filling plunge, I knew he was right. I had never felt so lucky as I
did at that moment servicing these big cocks and knowing if I pleased them I
would become Earl's slave.

"We all know you're a horny cocksucking pig," Carl continued. "You want to
be Earl's bitch and he needs a new hole to stick it in. It's as simple as
that. If you keep him happy, you'll be happy too. Now when we finish fucking
the shit out of you, you're going to go back to that stall, assume the
position, and wait for your master. Understand?"

"Someone's talking to you, faggot," Ed said, pulling his cock out of my
mouth.

"Yes sir. I understand sir," I replied quickly, waiting for Ed to put his
dick back where it belonged.

"That's right," Ed said as he slipped it down my throat again. "Now swallow
this, your fucking whore."

His hard dick tensed and began erupting a long, viscous stream deep into my
throat as Jim slammed his spurting cock hard into my now flaming chute. Hot,
slippery cum spurted from both ends and even though I hadn't come, I didn't
care. I was their slut, their cum-hole, a fucking pig to be poked and reamed
raw, a horny, hungry bitch born to serve cock. The burning, blistering pain
in my well-stretched ass and the slick jiz now coating my throat, face, and
chest told the whole story: This bitch was broken and ready to give himself
to his master without question or complaint.

These three hung studs didn't care that I was thoroughly broken--I was wet,
warm, and wide open, so nothing else mattered. They continued shooting their
loads up my ass and emptying their balls down my throat all morning. I
quickly lost count of who fucked me, and how often, and where. Soon I could
no longer distinguish which hard dick belonged to which hard man. All I saw,
all I felt, all I knew, and all I wanted was cock. I became a fuck-hole:
when one cocks was through using it, the hole would shut and another cock
would open it up again.

By the time they were finished with me, I was a quivering, cum-drenched
mass, exhausted and whimpering. Even so, I stayed on all fours---swaying and
slightly dazed--hoping for one more good hard fuck.

"What are you waiting for boy?" Carl called out. "Get back to your stall and
wait for your master. Move bitch."

Carl's word's roused me and suddenly all I wanted was to go back to that
barn where there was another big dick waiting to fuck me, where I would feel
my master inside me at long last.

I tired to stand and my legs buckled and shook. It was the first time I had
been allowed up since the day before and my legs gave way under me, pitching
me face-forward into the grass.

"Get up, cocksucker," I heard Ed yell as I rolled on the ground, confused
and disoriented. Although I was already fucked full, I still craved more. So
strong was my hunger for cock, that I began crawling toward it like a bitch
in heat.

"Wait a minute fellas," Jim said rubbing his firm, rippled torso. "We can't
just ride this boy hard and put him back wet. Least we can do is clean him
up a bit."

Jim lifted me off the ground and threw me bodily over his shoulder like a
sack of feed. With my red, stinging ass in the air and my arms hanging
limply, he carried me across the yard to the back of the barn. He tossed me
into an old galvanized tub used for watering livestock. The water was warm,
having sat in the sun all morning while I was getting plowed. Ed and Carl
came around the corner and together they began cleaning the long, sticky
ropes of cum off my shaking body. Jim scrubbed my back as Carl began soaping
my quivering legs. Ed sat back leisurely and lit up a smoke.

The feeling of their big, powerful hands rubbing my soapy flesh was
heavenly, and when Carl poked his finger in my insatiable ass, I moaned and
instinctively slid further down on it. Jim's arms held me above the water
and began caressing my slick chest and hard nipples.

"This boy does have a hot hole. Don't he Jim?" Carl said with a devilish
laugh. "Still tight after all that reaming."

I closed my eyes and rocked my hips in time to his flexing fingers while Jim
screwed two fingers into my mouth, allowing me to run my tongue over them
and to dream of sucking his big cock again.

Ed tossed his cigarette aside and knelt by the tub. Reaching out he took
hold of my dick in his rough, callused hand. My ass raised out of the water
to meet his firm stroking. The feeling was so intoxicating I could have died
then and there and my asshole would still be twitching as they lowered me
into my grave.

"You like this, faggot?" Carl asked, as his hand curled into a solid fist
and began punching slowly into my well-used ass-chute.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I gasped.

"You'd like this everyday, wouldn't you faggot? Getting fucked and fisted by
three hot studs."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." I repeated, bucking my hips.

"What do you think about coming home with us, boy? Be our whore?" Carl
asked. "Always at least one cock ready for you to sit on or suck on."

At that moment, nothing would have pleased me more. I wanted to live on
their hard cocks. I wanted to be fucked over and over by these beefy studs,
to devour their meaty poles and milk them dry everyday. My own dick was now
straining and my ass muscles were clenching and releasing spasmodically as
Carl drove his fist in further.

"You want to come home and be our bitch, boy?" Carl asked, his forearm now
plunging in and out with gusto.

Before I could answer I suddenly pictured Earl, the man who had rescued me,
the man who had made this rapture possible, the man I was born to serve. I
knew the answer, but it was too late: I was about to cum.

"No! Noooooo!" I screamed as my cock jerked fast and exploded in Ed's hand.
My cum sliced through the air, landing across my lips. "No," I cried, as
water splashed violently around me and great arcs of my cum launched into
the blue sky.

"I'm Earl's bitch. Stop. No." I slid back into the warm water, allowing my
head to submerge. I had again cum, without my master's permission. I wanted
to stay beneath the water forever so I wouldn't have to see Earl's face and
that look of disappointment.

A pair of strong arms reached beneath me and firmly pulled me up. I turned
my head to the side, too ashamed to be seen. Then a rough but familiar hand
turned my head, and I opened my eyes. There, just inches from me was Earl's
strong, kind face. In his blue eyes I registered not a look of anger or
disappointment, but to my surprise, a look of pride. He smiled that sultry
smile and said simply, "Good boy."