Farmslave 2

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Farmslave 2
Date: 06 April 2015

Working muzzled may not have seemed like a big deal, lying tied to a bed, horny as hell. But in reality, it’s quite hard, for a farmworker anyway. The feeding went smoothly but when it came to the milking it was quite a hurdle due to the fact I always yelled at the cows to get them to move. But every time I did what felt most natural, all that came out of my mouth was some silly grunts. What surprised me a bit was how much it turned me on. My dick was semi hard the entire day. Not a problem though, after all I was all alone.

Paul came back after lunch, I was cleaning the milking machine, he walked up behind me, and placed his rough hands on my hips, he felt my body shiver. My cock jumped to attention and stood stiff as a piece of wood. This man really got my juices flowing. He pulled my back towards him, and I felt his stiff cock against my back. I led my hands run down his leg, instantly he grabbed my balls and squeezed them tight. I was surprised and it hurt so I cried out, but again only small grunts came out. He held me tighter and whispered in my ear. You are not allowed to touch your master without permission. Sorry I moaned. He laughed, you will learn soon he assured me. He spun me around and I looked into his eyes. He was clearly enjoying the situation. He looked me up and down. You are a sloppy slave he said. I looked at the ground. A slave is not allowed to wear his overalls baggy. He reached for the suspenders and adjusted them so that the pants weren't baggy anymore. There you go he said, and I will never see this again. Do you understand? I nodded. SPEAK he shouted. Yes Sir I grunted through my muzzle. Good slave. Now we suck, get on your knees. I dropped to my knees and looked up. He removed the muzzle and looked at me. I understood that he wasn't going to pull to his cock so I did. It was already half stiff. I took it in my mouth and something I did not expect happened. The fuck pissed. My mouth filled with his yellow piss, I coughed and spit some of the piss out. Paul slapped me hard across the face. DRINK IT, EVERY DROP YOU SPILL YOU WILL LICK OF THE FUCKING FLOOR. I was surprised, and disgusted. But my cock revealed my true feelings, it was rock hard! I swallowed and swallowed and the flow somehow just kept on coming. The taste was indescribable it was bitter and old somehow. But I swallowed as my master commanded me to. Finally his bladder seemed empty, but I was not done his hands locked my head in position, and he started fucking my throat. I did my best to suck him good. Every thus he made went deeper into my throat making it hard to breathe. FIND A RHYTHM Paul shouted. I tried to do so and actually made it work so he did not strangle me. But my gag reflex kept kicking in. I fought it as best I could. Damn you are going to be a pro in no time he moaned. He was getting close. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth and a second or two later, I felt him shoot a load deep into my throat. I was so horny it was hard to keep upright, I wanted to cum, I grabbed hold of his pants to balance myself. But as I did, he pushed me so hard away I fell backwards onto the filthy concrete floor. DONT EVER TOUCH ME WITHOUT PERMISSION he shouted. Yes Sir I replied. Get on your knees he commanded. He stepped in front of me and looked down. Look at me he said I looked up and immediately he shoved the muzzle back, and fastened the strap behind my neck.

We kept working like this the following weeks, Paul taking care of the fields, the maintenance of the buildings, the tractors and the machinery. I took care of the stable. Every night I slept with Paul in the big house. I practically only used my room as a walk-in closet. Every day I worked with the muzzled and I liked it very much. I love feeling like a sub, loved the feeling of someone owning me. Every night Paul experimented with bondage so I often slept cuffed to the bed. I would have sworn that my life would not have been this awesome, had you asked me a month ago.

One night we had a nice dinner, Paul had me eat with my hands I handcuffs. So it was a bit difficult to eat properly. But Paul didn't seem to mind my clumsiness. Actually he seemed quite amused. After dinner Paul cleared the table while I sat with my hands cuffed behind my back. My dick was expecting sex, and was stiff as a board in my overalls. After the dishes Paul sat down, and looked at me. Do you like it here Tony. I smiled from ear to ear. Yes Paul thank you I love it. I really like the thing we have going here Paul said. I wish I could be your slave forever I grinned. Paul looked seriously. Be careful what you wish for he finally said. Don’t make wishes while you are horny. I was horny and seriously how much further could this go. So I said cockily I would love to be your slave forever. My body is your property Sir. Paul smiled. As you wish he said. Well let’s have some dessert and go have fun in the bedroom. Paul went to the fridge and grabbed two slices of pie. He uncuffed my hands and recuffed the on my front. I ate the pie rather fast I wanted to get off. And I wanted to get off RIGHT NOW. Paul took me into the bedroom and put me on the bed. He started tying me to the four bedposts. I felt tired, but it was going to get good. Paul put my muzzle back on and said he would have a shower, and I should not go anywhere. I pulled my arms and grunted. Paul smiled and left. I hated waiting, always had, and this time it also made me tired, I felt myself dozing off one to two times where I pulled myself back. I wanted sex not sleep. But somehow I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up extremely groggy, and my head felt like it had been kicked, by Dan Marino on an adrenaline rush. I reached for my forehead, but my arm were stuck. I heard the cows howling. I opened my eyes, it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. I was actually in the stables I was in the milking pit. I was sitting in a chair, and I was chained to it. I tried to cry out, but I was muzzled, not my usual muzzle this one had a way bigger gag. The muzzle was apparently part of a heavy duty head harness. I tried yelling, but that muzzle effectively silenced me. All that came out was muffled grunts. I looked down I was wearing overalls, and he had equipped them with kneepads. I became more and more clear as time went by and I started feeling more. Something was in my ass. What the fuck had happened. I wanted free. Oh you are awake. Paul’s voice came from behind me. Paul had a lawn chair with him. He put it down and sat in front of me. He smiled. Do you like it he asked? I grunted No and shook my head. Well I hope you will get used to it, his voice was low, confident and somehow a bit evil. You said you wanted to be my slave forever. I made that happen. I like having a willing boy here. I don’t want you to leave, and luckily you don’t want to. I protested heavily, this was not what I wanted. This was not what I meant. SILENT he yelled. What you are wearing now, is your new work uniform. You have a plug in your ass, over time I will put in a bigger size, but this will do for now. I have placed your dick in a chastity belt. This one is of a special kind, with spikes on the inside, so I wouldn't recommend a hardon. Under your overalls you are wearing a rubber suit with attached socks. On your wrists I have had these manacles welded on. I looked down and saw the huge metal manacles, they were indeed welded on and the only thing to see was four heavy D-rings. They are nice aren't they Paul asked. They were very kinky and I felt my dick harden. I felt the intense pain of the spikes digging into my cock. I moaned and whimpered a little. Paul smiled and put his hand on my thigh. There you go slave, control your cock. Paul smirked. If you look down to your feet you will see very heavy duty manacles these are removable so you can get off your boots, when you need cleaning. These are connected to a 16 inch chain, so your steps are rather limited form now on. This chain is connected to another chain, which is anchored to the center of the stable. This means you can reach every square inch of the stable, but you cannot go outside. I have you on a leash. Paul looked at me with clear joy. Connected to your ankle-chains is another chain that is connected to your cuffs. This means you can't raise your hands above 48 inches from your feet. Last but not least I have bought you a brand new head harness complete with the fine muzzle you are chewing on.

Paul looked at me, like he had just given me the gift of my life. I could not imagine what he had done to me. So I lashed out and struggled to get free. I wanted out this was not funny anymore. And I did not want this. You better just accept it slave. I will punish you unless you behave. He looked at his watch. It is time for the milking. He stood up and removed the chains that kept me chained to the chair. But I was still shackled, and leashed like a fucking dog. You fucking bastard I grunted into my gag. Paul looked at me. I don’t know what you just said, but I did not care for the tone. Paul went behind me and took something. He swung and something hit my ass, and it burned like hell. It was a whip. I screamed in my gag. And tried to punch him, but with my chained hands it was futile. GET TO WORK or I will whip you. I did not want to feel the whip again. So I went out to open the gate so the cows could get into the milking section of the stables. My chain was heavy and with my limited steps was it hard to walk. Paul walked around watching me work. He had the whip at all times. So every rebel was doomed to fail. I sweated like a pig, and due to the rubber suit it was all trapped inside. After a couple of hours, my rage subsided and I started accepting that this was how it was. He was probably just doing this for the day as a joke. It was extremely uncomfortable but man was it horny. I fought to keep my dick down. Because every erection caused an unbelievable pain. Every step that I took massaged my prostate and in the same time it felt like it ripped my ass apart. The chain that kept my hands from reaching up was a little too short for me to easily do the milking so I had to stand on my toes to reach and even then I had to make it stretch. My entire morning was a fucking struggle.

After the milking Paul came over and said I deserved a brake. I thanked him as best I could with my eyes. He took me over to a metal post and asked me to kneel. I did (thank god for the kneepads) he removed the chain between my wrist manacles and attached them to a lock above my head and behind the metal post. This was also planned I couldn't sit properly and I could not stand without dislocating my shoulders. So I had to kneel as long as I was locked in this position. Paul tickled my balls with the tip of his boots. I wiggled in my chains, and tried to beg him to let me go. He smiled this is your life know. You are my slave. This is a constant, it won't change, and I won't change my mind. You will not leave this stable, and the sooner you accept this, the sooner you will have a more tolerable life. Now you will suck your master cock, and you will thank me for it. He came over and removed the gag. You fucking bastard I shouted. But no sooner had the words left my mouth before her slapped me across the face. ‘Don’t’ I screamed. He slapped me again and again, until I went quite. My dick was hard again ant the spikes tortured my cock beyond words. I hung there in my chains and a tear rolled down my cheek. There you go Paul said and pulled out his cock, I raised my head and opened my mouth what was the point of fighting something I could not conquer. He fucked me hard, thrusted his cock way down my throat. I gagged and sucked. The tears kept rolling down, I was truly a fucking slave, I was on my knees, in a fucking stable, chained, plugged with at twisted man’s cock down my throat, and I could not do a damn thing about it.

The really sad part was I had asked for it.