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“Did I hear you right? You are looking to retrieve a package from a Dennis Moore for your boss? Do you have all the necessary money? Hand it over. Did you include a copy of the ATM receipt from your bank? Good. Looks to be all here. Now strip....

strive to be him

in every way

cept cuter prettier liller

nothing like him

“I'll start off good. I’m real glad you offered to work off your old man's debt. I was worried, at first. I heard you dropped out of your fancy college, heard you were a bit of a queer, figured you'd end up bein’ lazy like him.”

“Sit quiet and listen. You know this by now. You don't interrupt me when I'm speaking, aye? Let me keep going. So. You roll up to my farm with your slick little hair and your manners. But then, see, somethin’ else happened. You started working. You followed orders. Genuinely, kid, you do your best. So I've worked you out. You ain't a deadbeat. You're a good kid, you just got a bit lost along the way. God knows we can probably blame the way you were raised for that.”

“Thing is, kid. You're just not cut out for farm work. You're tryin’, I see it. But yer too weak. Body and mind. Yer dead on your feet all the time. Fuckin’ exhausted, but you still try. Don't give me none o’ that attitude, now. You can't hide it. Yer gettin’ worse by the day.”

“But I can't just let you be. Yer too good to rot in that shack with that old drunk. I already sorted you out a bed. You and me, we're taking the truck out later to get your stuff.”

“Here we go. Thought this would get some fire out of you. I shoulda brought a cigar to pass the time. And… he's stormin’ out. Alright.”

“Back already? Ran into Big Dan? I figured you’d bolt sooner or later, lad. I got a bit of backup. You know full well Dan can't get enough of you, he was happy as fuck to help out. See - fuck's sake, boy. What part of quiet do you not understand?”

“Enough. I'm not against smacking sense into you, kid. Bruises heal. I'm trying to teach you gentle, but we can do rough if we have to. Dan's here to help me move you in. Yer sharin’ a room with him anyway. Now, I'm gonna tell you a little story about your old man. You know why he was so desperate for you to do his work for him?”

“See, you know he's got debt to me. He's as broke as you are, so he'd be workin’ just like you if you were here. Thing is. The bastard's a lazy cunt. I've had him before. We got bored of him, me and the boys. You know what we ended up doing with him? When he came to work on the farm, we'd strip him, chain him up close to wherever we were working. Then when we needed a liddle relief, we'd walk over. And we'd do what men need to do. You get my drift, aye? Course you do. You're a smart lad.”

“Anyway, he figured we'd do the same to you. But you’ve got a good heart in you. I wanted to give you a chance to try real work before I let Dan have his way with you.”

“Calm down. I told you already, didn't I? You're better than him, so we ain't gonna treat you like him. We'll be gentle with you. There's gonna be rules. You get to sleep in Big Dan's bed at night. He's a big softie, and he loves that gay shit, you'll be in good hands. He always wanted a fag to treat like a pet instead of a pest. You'll be well fed. When we tie you up, it'll be with nice fancy rope. Something soft to lie on, shade to keep you out the sun, food and water in arm's length. We'll take it slow, teach you gradual. Sweet and soft. Cause we like you, kid.”

I want you dedicated to me. To worshipping me. Even in ways others would disapprove. Ways others would find gross or odd. I want you craving pleasuring me in those ways. Showing your dedication in those ways. Starting by kneeling down and offering your face as a seat. As a throne for my excellence.

So just think about it. Pushing your face against my ass. Sticking out your tongue. Licking my hairy asscheeks softly. Before planting soft kiss after soft kiss onto my ass and thighs. Thanking me softly after every single little smooch. Before carefully spreading my cheeks apart. Leaning in closer. Pressing your face between my cheeks. And taking a big fucking whiff. Just inhaling my clean ass. It’s natural musk and slight hint of sweat. Adoring it’s scent. Adoring this act out of devotion. Before planting soft kisses all over the insides of my cheeks. Your hands gently caressing my body. Massaging ky calfs. While you softly make out with my asshole. Softly planting kiss after kiss inside.

The Purdue wrestler was dreading his upcoming match against Iowa, especially his opponent Michael. Not only was he a tough, dominat wrestler, but his wrestling style was nicknamed "iowa style wrestling" as anyone could tell by the way he wrestler. Michael was notorious for the wrestling move "checking the oil" or "oil check".

The match started and before he knew it, the Purdue wrestler was taken down by Michael and was dominated. With his head on the mat, he was thinking of how to escape when he felt it: a tight pressure under his tail bone. To his dismay, Michael was performing his signature oil check move on him.

The Farmer stood on the porch with his cock hanging heavy and thick, swaying slow between his thighs as he stroked it. Broad head, flushed dark from the heat and the waiting. Every pull made it slap softly against his palm, a wet sound in the cooling air.

Out in the pasture, the work hadn’t fully stopped yet.

A beta was bent over a fence post, knees buckling, the boards creaking as an alpha drove into him from behind. The sounds carried—skin on skin, wet and hollow, the beta’s breath breaking into thin, animal whines he couldn’t quite stop. Another pair knelt in the grass, one alpha holding a beta open with both hands, rocking deep while the beta’s toes dug furrows into the dirt.

The Farmer spat.

“Easy,” he called. “You’re just breakin’ ‘em in, not emptyin’ ‘em dry.”

One alpha didn’t slow. His hips snapped harder, chasing his finish. The beta underneath him cried out—high, wrecked, leaking down his thighs already.

That was the problem. Too much breeding too late in the day and the betas went slack. Muscles went soft. Took longer to recover. Buyers didn’t want addicted stock. Just compliant. Trained. Open.

The Farmer squeezed his cock harder, letting it bob free again.

“Bring it in,” he said. “Now.”

A pause.

Then, with a frown, he added,

“First alpha through the door gets the full load.”

He gave his cock a sharp shake. It swung, heavy and promising.

That did it.

Alphas pulled out with wet pops, cursing under their breath as cum spilled uselessly into the grass. Betas sagged where they were left, holes fluttering, bodies trembling, chests heaving as the air cooled against slick skin. Some stayed on their knees, too used to being told what to do next to stand on their own.

He flops me onto the bed and drags me into the centre of the mattress.  I’m tightly encased in layers of pallet wrap and duct tape from head to toe. The last words I hear him say “hope you are nice an comfy…gonna be here a while”.  He slips the headphones over my shiny covered ears then finishes his work by stuffing a pecker gag in my mouth and strapping it tight.  Sight, sound, and mobility deprived, I am reduced to thoughts, feelings, grunts, and groans.  He leaves the room, turns off the light, and closes the door.  He has left and taken my right to move, see, or hear with Him.  

 He controls the narrative. I’m no longer a he or him.  I’m His “thing”.  I’m an object…an “it”.  In complete darkness I wait.  My only escape from this storage is through Him.  I desperately want to be able to sense his presence; at the very least know what is going on around me.  Then I’d have some concept of time, how long I’ve been here, and when he might come for me. I know nothing.  Just that I have to wait in the darkness and silence he has orchestrated.

 Eventually, I give in to the sensory deprivation, and drift off. Vivid random images appear that have no context or no meaning.  Every so often I snap back to the reality of my predicament, then slowly drift away again. Is he coming for me at all…I’m cocooned and warm…and it matters less and less.

 I’m woken by him removing the gag.  Though I have achieved a stasis of comfort, the abrupt awakening into this environment is a shock.  My body and mind have been managing the captivity, but I would happily accept release and secretly pray for it.  He leans me onto my side and I feel him tearing a hole in the plastic and tape armour.  A whoosh of cool air flows from the opening, and I momentary believe I may be granted freedom.  That is, until I realize where the hole has been made.  I’m flipped on my belly. The pressure on my chest makes breathing a far more arduous task.

 He places a couple of pillows under my abdomen to jack knife my pelvis. It helps alleviate the pressure on my lungs, but it also props my ass in the air. He was benevolent enough to return my hearing just in time to note the sound of the lube bottle pop open.  He greases my pucker and in mere seconds, His cock is hilt deep, balls squishing into the base of my ass crack with each thrust.  He held Himself there for a minute, firmly planted and stretching my hole.  “You belong to me.  Your hole belongs to me.  I’ll keep you here for days just feeding your ass loads of cum.  Wouldn’t you like that pig?” “Yes Alpha.” I replied as I’ve been instructed to reply regardless of my desire for such predicaments.

It was a fast and furious slam fucking. As he neared ejaculation, he gripped the back of my head with both hands and smothered my face into the mattresses. I was being asphyxiated, face down in a prone position and all I could do is lay the and accept the rough ploughing of my hole.

He didn’t last long.  Not sure if it was the absolute control that had him cumming so quick or the understanding that it was impossible for me to breathe; regardless, I was now filled with his seed.  A plug was grabbed from the nightstand and used to collected some of the cum dripping from my gaping cream filled hole.  He then wiped the jizz from the toy under my nose before pushing it up into my gut, keeping the cum plugged up my ass.  Getting my ass plugged was not an indication that he was done holding me in storage.

 No…I would not be released. I was flipped onto my back again, and earphones applied, thankfully no gag.  But there I was again in complete darkness, alone and at the mercy of His time and agenda. I tried to find a groove of relaxation again after the interruption, and I never fully did.  It was the sensation of the fat plug up my ass that took all of my attention.  Initially it felt pretty good stuffed inside me.  I’d tighten my hole and feel it rub against my prostate.  I could at least derive some pleasure.  However, after about an hour of pleasure, my sphincter muscles started to ache from being constantly propped open.  Ugh.

 It must have been about two hours later when he climbed back onto the bed.  I was wide awake in complete darkness, trying to distract my thoughts from the plug invading my ass.  He took off the headphones again, straddled my arms and chest and flopped out His cock and balls onto my chin and mouth.  They smelled of man musk.  “Lick and suck” he commanded.  I started licking his balls and  as he pushed his cock closer, I gave it a tongue bath too.  This got him hard so he propped up pillows on the headboard and dragged my helpless body up against the pillows.  Once in place, he pushed his cock into my lips signalling to me to open wide.  Before the face fucking began he made me a deal.  “If you can handle five minutes of me fucking your face and gag less than 7 times, I’ll take the plug out of your ass.”  

I didn’t even get a chance to say ‘ok’ and his cock was pumping in and out of my throat.  Thanks to lots of deep throat practice since the signing my Dom/sub contract, I got away with only gagging 4 times before he finished by jerking off on my nose and mouth.

 Given that he is cutting deals with me about leaving the plug in or out, I draw the conclusion that I was still not getting out…after what…3 – 4 hours?  It was when the headphones went back on and I was trying to adjust back into my comfort zone that he began unwrapping and unlocking my dick from its chastity cage. I surmised I was about to be a reward for my trail. An edge and cum session to conclude the session. It would feel so good to have my cock played with after months of chastity.  

He touched my cock only to insert a catheter tube into it.  Then he set up a hydration bag for me to suck down fluids.  This was indicative of a much much longer stay that I had figured on and it took some time to adjust from a state of panic.

 My head and heart settled down. Rest came easy with my bladder drained and the plug out of my ass.  Thoughts about escape came and went, but overall I was managing the next few hours like a champ.  Or at least I thought it was a few more hours.  

Alpha’s third return was approx. 6 hours into the session.  He said he was about ready for bed so he should take care of something.  That something was not me.  It was his bladder.  He once again pushed his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth like a good boy. His piss began trickling into my mouth. The occasional stream landed onto my chin, rolled down the side of my face, and rested at the back of my neck inside my waterproof enclosure. Once I had gulped down every drop of his warm golden fluid, he promptly hopped off the bed, turned off the lights, vid me adieu, and closed the door.

His calloused hands are huge and visibly intimidating, yet they caress and hold the side of your safe with a surprising softness. The rough sausage-thick fingers comb through your hair, whist he nods at you, "open up, boy".