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"Did you enjoy the ride here?" he asked me. He put his right hand affectionately on my cheek. His hand was so big, so warm. I felt safe and happy as all my doubts melted away. I suddenly remembered that he expected an answer and blurted out a quick "Yes".
"Good. Let's go" he turned and started walking. I looked around at all the people hugging and waving at each other. It made me think about my family, my friends, about my restaurant, about my life in NY, the life I had left behind. I looked at him, his back turned to me as he was walking away from me, and started walking hurriedly to catch up to him. We walked through the parking lot until he stopped at a red pickup truck, unlocked the door and got in. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. "What's keeping you boy?". I opened the passenger seat door and got in.
"Open the bag". I opened my bag and showed it to him. He made sure that I had brought only the things he had asked me to. "Good. Now strip. Change into the shorts and top that you brought with you." I was nervous. We were still in a public parking lot. There was a slim chance that someone would see me. Master was staring at me. "Strip now boy!" he commanded. I unbottoned my shirt and took it off. I took off my shoes, my socks and then my pants. I was in just my jockstrap now. I realised that I was hard, my dick was tenting the jockstrap pouch. I reached into the bag to take out my shorts and a tank top and quickly put them on. "Now take all the clothes you just took off, find a trash can and throw it in. You won't be needing those anymore". I could see he was serious. I slowly picked up my shirt, pants, even my socks and shoes. I opened the door and got out, barefoot. I looked around. Thankfully there was no one around. I found a garbage can a few vehicles away. I threw everything in, hurried back and got into the truck. Master seemed pleased.
"Did you skip breakfast today like I told you to?"
"Yes Master".
"You must be hungry then".
I was. It was already past noon and I was glad to know he had brought me something to eat. "Yes" I answered.
"Good" he said and handed me a large bottle full of water. "I want it emptied. We have a two hour drive ahead of us". I was confused but didn't say anything. I just opened the bottle and started drinking. It wasn't easy though, drinking so much water all at once, and it made my stomach feel bloated. When I was done, I handed the bottle back to him. He seemed pleased. "Well done boy. Now buckle up". He started the engine.
Once we were on the Highway, it became clear why this was called the Corn belt of America. Corn grew on both sides of the Highway, so tall you couldn't see anything else.
By the time we reached the farm, we had been driving for over two hours and it was already afternoon. I was famished. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. Worse was the urge to piss, from all the water I had drank. Master slowed down the car and said "we're here boy". I looked out and saw a dirt path leading into the corn. There was a sign which read "Adam's ranch". I knew Master's grandfather's name had been Adam. We turned into the dirt road. In a minute or so, you could finally see the house. It was huge, the walls were painted red and the roof was white. There were some trees and jungle behind it. You could also see a big shed and a tank. Except for that, on all sides, was the green corn field. It was beautiful. He stopped the truck in front the house.
He got out, walked up the stairs onto the porch and beckoned to me. He unlocked the netted security door, opened the wooden door and went in. I got out, still barefoot, and took in the view. This was it. My new home with Master. I cleaned my foot on the mat on the porch and went in. I was in a huge room which was clearly the living room, dining area and kitchen combined. To our left were several windows through which you could see the outside. There was also a fireplace against the wall. On our right there were three doors. They probably led to other rooms. At the back, next to the kitchen, was another door. The furniture was simple. There was a stand againt the wall, on which stood the TV. In front of the TV, was a single blue couch. A small round table was next to it, for putting beer and stuff I guess. In the kitchen, there was a table with three chairs, where we would be eating. That was it. Master Nick was sitting on the couch, with his right hand resting on the small table. I drank in the sight of the well build goodlooking hunk. The man to whom I now belonged. He was 6'2, in his late twenties, weighed atleast 220 pounds, all muscle, had blonde hair cut very short, green eyes and a square jaw. He was dressed in a plain white tshirt (that hugged his body tight), blue jeans and brown boots. I knew that under his tshirt he had abs you could grate cheese on. The bulge in his jeans was a different matter entirely. 8 inches of strong, hard American pride.
"Strip. Then come here so that I can take a good look at you". I put down my bag, stripped down to my jockstrap and went to him.
"Hmm nice" he said after a few seconds. He was smiling. "You've gotten thinner. I like that. Now turn around". I did.
"Haha so thats how it is eh?" he said. I knew he was referring to the ADDICTED typed on my jockstrap at the back. "Bend over and stretch your ass cheeks apart with your hands so I can see your asshole". I did as he said. Suddenly I felt a finger on my asshole. He didn't push his finger in though, just kept it there, slowly circling my hole. When he was done, he slapped me on my ass.
"C'mon, sit facing me" he said, patting his thigh with one hand. I stood up straight and turned around. I put my hands on his shoulders, my knees on the couch on either side, moved in closer and sat on his thighs. Then I dropped my hands to my sides. He put both his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. I looked at him. He was looking at me. Even when I was sitting on his thighs, our faces were level. He pushed his legs out and leaned back in his couch. He lifted his right hand and put it on my left cheek with his thumb on my other cheek. Then he lifted his right hand and slapped me, not too hard, just enough for it to sting. "Finally you're here. That wasn't so bad now was it" he said and smiled.
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