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The Drifter

Fiction By Awesomecrowdcontrol1

He changed my life when he wandered onto my farm that fateful day. He introduced himself as "Buck". He was a drifter seeking work. He had very little belongings. Just an old sack slung over his shoulder with some clothing and a toothbrush inside it and not much money. I felt sorry for the poor guy having no place to go so I put him to work doing menial chores around the farm for his room and board. I fed him well and put him up in the old bunkhouse where he slept on a cot. He had privacy. The bunkhouse hadn't been used since I had to let the last Hand go a year ago when profits starting dwindling.

The next day I watched Buck from my kitchen window. He was driving my tractor and plowing the field. I was mesmerized by the magnificence of this man. Buck was tall, handsome and muscular. He was shirtless and sweat poured down his mighty torso. His broad shoulders gleamed in the sunlight from his glistening sweat. His biceps were huge and his pecs were like two boulders. The tight jeans he wore clung to his perfectly shaped, bubble ass and thick thighs. I couldn't contain myself. I took out my dick and started jerking off at the sight of him. Buck was young. Twenty-something. Strong as an ox. He stopped plowing the field when sundown arrived. He stepped down out of the tractor, grabbed the tee-shirt that was stuffed in his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his face and body. I began jerking off more furiously now. He turned his head toward the house and saw me watching him from the window. Buck just stared at me with a cold, curious look that told me I was in trouble. I've been caught! I shot my load! Only my head and shirt were visible from Buck's view but I'm sure he knew what I was doing by the motion of my right shoulder. He left the tractor where it was and swaggered back to the bunkhouse.

A while later I walked into the bunkhouse with a tray of food, a small pitcher of milk and an empty tumbler glass. I pretended nothing was wrong. There was Buck. He was still shirtless and wearing just his underwear now. He was sitting down on an old wooden chair. I laid the tray on the table. Buck looked at me and said "I saw you watching me from the window and you were jerking off". He asked me if I was a faggot. Before I could speak he answered for me. "Yes. You are a faggot" he said with a stern look. "Don't be ashamed of what you are. Embrace it. Do you like being in the presence of a real man like me?" He asked. I nodded. "Try that again and say Yes, Sir this time" he instructed and I did. He told me he will teach me my true purpose in life, The purpose every fag like me has and that purpose is to serve a real man, an Alpha male. He asked me if I understood and I answered him with " Yes Sir". Buck....I mean...Sir called me a good boy and said my lessons start now. He stood up from the chair and told me me to get on my knees in front of him and bow my head. I obeyed. Sir then instructed me to slowly raise my head and look up at him. I was awestruck. Seeing Sir from this position sealed my fate. Sir asked me how I felt being on my knees with an Alpha standing over me. I replied that I felt inferior. He said that is exactly how I should feel and called me a good boy for not having to be told this. Sir sat back down in the chair and commanded me to show my respect for him by kissing the tops of his feet. I didn't have to be told twice. Sir told me if I touched my dicklett while I did this he would break my ass. I wouldn't dare touch myself now! I kissed his feet with passion and strained to look up at him. Sir had a faint grin on his face as he ate the sandwich and drank the milk I had prepared for him. He watched me grovel and nodded his head in approval. Sir's feet stank horribly from sweating in his work boots all day. I didn't care. I felt privileged to be permitted to kiss his Alpha feet. He then tilted his feet up so I could lick the grime off his beautiful soles. Sir had large, broad feet which meant there was so much more dirt and stink to remove with my tongue. After a while Sir commanded me to stop licking his feet and crawl over to the bucket of rain water on the floor across the room. I did as I was told. I felt humiliated as I made my way across the room like one of the animals in the pen and I loved this feeling. My dick was getting hard as I knew Sir was enjoying this display. When I arrived at the bucket Sir instructed me to stick my head inside of it and lap at the water like a dog. Sir said I was going lick his body clean and he wanted me to rid the filth from his foot bath out of my mouth first. When I arrived at the bucket I lowered my head into it and lapped at the water loudly and noisily like a thirsty dog so Sir would be entertained. I instinctively wiggled my ass as if I had a tail. I did not disappoint Sir as he laughed amusingly. When Sir felt my mouth was clean enough he had me return to him, on all fours of course. When I got back to Sir he bent forward in the chair and put one of his big hands under my chin. He scratched my head with the fingers of his other hand, looked me in the eyes and called me a good doggy. Sir had a big smile on his face when he said this and I felt proud! Oh so Proud that I pleased this Man-God!

Sir got up from the chair and told me to rise and face him and I did. Sir then then raised one of his muscled arms. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his ripe armpit as he flexed his hard bicep. Damn! The stench was overpowering. Worse than his feet. Sir ordered me to inhale his scent deeply so I will understand what a real man, an Alpha man smells like. The more I inhaled the more I enjoyed his stink. The rankness of Sir's pitt was intoxicating. Like poppers. I was swooning now and instinctively began slurping his moist pitt without being told. Sir moved my head to the other glorious stinky pitt to do the same. What a rush! Sir then guided my head to his cannonball sized biceps, then down to his mountainous pecs then his ripped abs. I was about to lick Sir's crotch through his undies when he smacked me on the side of my head. "Not yet, Bitch!" he growled. He ordered me to clean his ass first and quickly spun around then dropped his drawers. I dove into the big bulbous cheeks of his beautiful ass and deeply breathed in the funk of Sir's delicious hole. I licked and sucked around the sweaty, puckered hole as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did. Sir told me not to stick my tongue inside his asshole or he'll knock what little brains I have out of my worthless, loser head. Sir turned again and this time honored me to suck his cock. His cock was rock hard. It was huge! It must be over 10 inches. Big enough to make my bull jealous! I obeyed. I guided the fat crown of his magnificent cock into my mouth with my tongue. I got as much of his thick shaft down my throat as I could and Sir took over. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pumped in and out of my mouth as I gagged and struggled to breathe. After what seemed like an eternity Sir shot bucket loads into my faggot mouth. I swallowed all of his superior Alpha seed down my throat.

After his tongue bath and blow job Sir looked me in the eyes and stared at me without saying a word. Something so intense passed between us and it was then that I knew he was my Master, my owner and now controlled my life. I was nothing more than his lowly slave now compelled to serve him. Master was right. He had made me understand my destiny. After weeks of training and conditioning Master convinced me it would be only right for me to turn the deed on the farm over to him so that I could fulfill my true purpose in life, to be the slave of an Alpha, otherwise I would never be truly happy and will always feel empty inside. I contacted my lawyer and did just that. Master explained to me I'm a dumbass idiot that's why I drove the farm into ruin and now he would turn things around.

Master now lives in the house, his house now and moved me into the bunkhouse. Master now runs the farm and I am his laborer. He works me very hard and I am happy to do these tasks so he doesn't have to lift a finger! I am always to address him as Master unless there are people around and I address him as "Boss". After all, he IS my boss and owner. Master knows what he is doing! The sales results from the crops and livestock have never been more profitable since he took over. Master is so smart! He marketed his produce and dairy products and is a very rich man now! Master married the super model hired to advertise his farm products on television. Master and his celebrity bride moved out of the farmhouse and into the sprawling estate he had a prominent architectural firm build for him. I continue to live in the bunkhouse and must travel back and forth to serve Master properly in his new Manor. The foreman Master hired to manage the farm is also a true Alpha and knows all about me. That I'm a sub, an inferior and will obey any command given. I will obey the new Alpha just as Master instructed me to do. I'm very happy Master drifted onto the farm that day or he would never have achieved the fortune and glory he now enjoys and deserves...and it's all because of me! I'm content and happy now since the day Master came onto the farm and put my life onto the path it was always meant to be on.