Farmslave 1

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Farmslave 1
Date: 03 April 2015

Hey my name is Tony and i am 21 years old. I had recently graduated college with hardly a degree in agrobusiness management. I had lowered the bar for how much a person can suck at my final exams, som my degree were practically a gift of pity. My father had died when i was quite young and my mother had passed away at my freshman year. So there i was every bit the failure i had feared. I had chosen my line because I grew up in the country working on a dairy farm after school to make som money. So when i should choose my major, i chose the one thing i knew how to do just a little.

So i started going through the newspapers and searched the internet for a job - any job since i was running out of money. After a couple of weeks something turned up, as a farmhand, but it was in Montana, and i lived in Detroit. I did not know a single person in Montana, but since i did not have any ties in Detroit, most of my friends was either moving or getting nice jobs, so we did not have that much in common anymore. So i called the guy, and we had a great talk, he told me that he needed a farmhand to help in his stable, and one who could be in charge of the milking. I told him about my longterm experience which he found satisfying. He did not care for my education because that piece of paper would not shovel the shit out of the stable as he said. We agreed to a trial period, where he could see my work, and i could start as soon as possible. I managed to get a flight out two days later.

The planeride went smoothly, and i was excited to meet the guy who by the way was named Paul. I got my suitcase off the band and went out in to the hall. He was easy to spot he was a big guy and looked strong as an ox. His hair was black and he had black stubbles, his eyes were blue and he was wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Actually he looked more like a military man instead of a farmer. He held a piece of cardboard with my name on it. I went to him and introduced myself he had a very firm handshake, it actually felt like some of my bones in my hand dislocated. Hello there Tony he said, had a good trip? Sure i said, that was fine. Well then we better get moving. I nodded and followed him outside. He walked rather fast and i did my best to keep up, he stopped next to a black Jeep Grand Cherokee it was a typical farmers car with mud almost up to the tinted windows. He took my suitcase at put it in the trunk and asked me to jump in. He started the engine and backed out of the spot and drove off. It was a bit awkward sitting ther ein silence so i told him it was a nice car. All he said was thanks. After almost ten minutes he said. Are you ready for work, I sure am i answered. Do you have work clothes? I said no bt i did have some old jeans i did not care so much for. He grunted to himself. We drove for another 30 minutes in silence. The suddenly he stopped by hardwarestore. Well we better get some proper clothes for you. I stepped out of the car and followed him into the store. He went straight to a clerk. We need three coveralls, four pair of overalls, for work jackets, and six plane white t-shirts, a pair of heavy waders, a set of raingear with overalls, and to pair of rubber boots for my new farmhand here. The clerk smiled and asked me to follow him, I did and within five minutes i was carrying a mountain of clothes out of the store and into the trunk og Pauls car. Paul paid the clerk and got back behind the wheel. Well it is going to be good to see you look like a worker and not some big city boy. He laughed. I just smiled.

After another 15 minutes of driving we arrived at his farm which basically was out in the middle of nowhere. I had not seen another house the last six miles. Paul parked the car, and asked me to follow him then e would show me to my room. I was a bit surprised to learn that i was not going to live in the house, but i followed him in to the stable, the smell of cow was quite overwhelming, he walked through the stable to the back where he had a small office, and next to that was a small room. There was a bed and a dresser that was it. The walls were grey except for a John Deere poster. Get settled he said and walked away. I went back to the car to get my things. I did not unpack my suitcase, i just put the work clothes on the bed and lay down on top of it. After a few minutes the door swung open. It was Paul he had obviously changed, he was wearing a pair of overalls, black boots and a black t-shirt. Why aren't you dressed yet he asked? Sorry I didn't know we were working right away. i said and stood up. In the stable in two minutes he said and walked away. I hurried and threw my clothes on the bed and quickly just grabbed a coverall and a pair of boots. He stood by the milking pit. And all he said was get to work. I assumed i was to start the milking so i did. He did not help at all. He just judged my work. It was hard work and started to sweat after all it was summer. Paul had 150 cows so this took some time, and after the milking was done. I Had to feed the cows and clean the milking pit. Paul eventually left and said he would go make dinner, and i should meet him in the house at seven pm. And i was to wear a fresh pair of overalls and a t-shirt.

At seven i knocked on his door. He answered immediately, he had changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and there i was i my overalls. It seemed a bit weird. We had dinner, and he served beers, after about three, he got more friendly and asked if i had left a girlfriend behind. I told him no, not at all. He smiled and said that there wasn't a women in his house either. After another beer he asked flat out are you a fag? I didn't see a reason to lie so i told him yes i was gay. He started laughing. I knew it, no way you were straight. After that he got some more beers and for some reason the rest of the night became somewhat blurry.

I woke up the next day with the worst headache i had ever had. I reached for my head but for some reason i could not. I tried a little harder to pull my arm but it was stuck. I opened my eyes and realized that i was cuffed to a bed. I turned my head and looked around. Paul was nowhere to be seen i tried to call out but, now words came from my mouth. I realized i was gagged wit some kind of muzzle that was fastened to my head by a strap around my neck. I tried to howl. But it sounded rather pathetic. I was naked and my ass wore sore, obviously we have had sex. And apparently i must have told him about my love for bondage and domination. I was spread out on the bed, and even my feet were tied to the bedposts. After some time Paul came in. There he is my little slave. he grinned. He had been in the stables, because he was wearing overalls and he smelled like it. He came over and crawled on top of me. He pulled out his dick and removed the muzzle. Now slave you suck your masters cock. I felt my own dick harden, he smiled and squeezed my balls. So i moaned and he slipped his dick into my mouth. I sucked the best i could, and he thrusted it down my throat, i gagged which only made him thrust even harder. I pulled my arms and heard the chains clink against the metal bedposts. It was hard to breath but he did not care and i loved it. He shot his load down my throat and he kept inside until i had sucked him clean. Then he put back the muzzle and fastened the strap.

Now here is the deal he said as he put his cock back in his overalls. You will du the stable work today and tonight we will talk about how this is going to work. I grunted okay. He smiled. And you will be muzzled during your work.