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Chapter 3
When I woke up the next morning, I noticed that I was the first awake this time. I lifted the blanket off of me, first feeling if my ass had given up any gifts. To my surprise, not a single wet spot. I rose out of my bed, then walked to the showers to get my day started early.
I started the running water, then stepped in as the water's temp began to rise. The hot water ran over my shoulders, and I could feel the tension began to slowly melt away. I ran the bar of soap over my body again, starting from my neck, the down the rest of my torso. I swished the soap in my hands to develop a good amount of suds, then worked the foam between my cheeks, making sure to clean everything thoroughly. I felt around my asshole and expected it to have the consistency of chewed up bubble gum after the abuse that it had taken over the course of the past couple of nights, but it still felt as if nothing had ever in entered me. The only difference was that I could easily push my finger into my hole without a single feeling of pain. It was like my ass was quickly becoming a pro to the constant fucking. I was scrubbing down my cock when I heard voices enter the showers. I line of boys that were further up the corporate ladder than me began filing in. They chatted as they stripped, then made their way to the other end of the showers, and began their own washing ritual. A second set of voices could be heard, and I recognized them immediately as Ben and Mike.
"Alan! Up and at em early huh?" Mike said, walking over to the shower beside mine, turning on the water. Ben was close behind him. A
"I figured I would start chores early today, and I didn't sleep the greatest. I was expecting a fucking lake of cum in my bed this morning."
"And? Was there?" Ben asked, turning on his shower.
"Dry as a bone! Think I'm getting the hang of this." I said, stinking my head below the water, scrubbing my face.
"Shit, really? I thought for sure you would wake up with soaked sheets again. I even woke up with a small puddle under my ass." Mike started frothing soap.
"You saw the river that came out last night! I don't know how anymore could even fit up there!" Ben said, smacking Mike on the shoulder. "Newbie is a pro!"
I smiled a the compliment, shutting off my water. I stood there chatting with Mike and Ben as the remaining boys finished up with their showers. The filed out into the barracks as Mike and Ben finished up their shower. We toweled our nude bodies together, then made our way into the barracks where Ken was already waiting for our inspections.
"Morning, Ken." Mike said, stopping at this truck and assuming the position.
"Good morning, boys. Sleep well I assume?" Ken said, placing his hands on Mike's bare ass, the beginning his inspection, first spreading his cheeks, then running a finger along his still wet crack. "Good, Mike."
"Thank you, sir." Mike opened his trunk, grabbing his uniform.
Ken made his way over to Ben where he performed the same inspection, only he sank a single finger into his ass, withdrawing it, then looking at Ben's ass as if it was under a microscope. "Still tight as could be, Ben. Very nice."
Ben opened his trunk and grabbed his own uniform. "Geez, how are your fingers so damn big, Ken?" Ben laughed.
"Get your skinny ass going." Ken joked.
When I first met Ken a few days ago, I was nervous at his general demeanor, but as the days go on, I notice that he is actually a very caring man. Sure, he is in the business of selling our asses to potential buyers, but once you get past his rough exterior, he is actually a pretty cool guy.
"And now for my special guy here. How was the night last night?" he asked as he knelt down to spread my cheeks.
"It was.....exciting."
"Oh yeah? Can't say I have seen another boy take as many clients as you did last night." I felt his finger enter me, which caused my knees begin to weaken. "And stay nearly as tight as you are. You must have some kind of super power here." he joked.
"Well, I always felt like I was meant for greatness." I joked.
He withdrew his finger. "Like a fucking virgin. God damn."
"Thank you, Ken." I stood up straight, then turned around to face him. "I just want to thank you again for giving me a shot here on the farm."
"Don't get completely sissy on me, boy. Remember, this is still a job." Ken said, taking a half step away from me.
"I know. I know. But I just never would have thought having my ass fucked by multiple guys, night after night, would be better than flipping burgers." I chuckled.
"It's meant for some, but not for all. You are definitely a rare breed. That brings me to the next thing I wanted to chat with you about. How do you feel about leaving the breeding stall?"
"Like, the promotion?" I asked, clasping my hands in front of me, still completely nude in front of my boss.
"That's right. It's only a few extra bucks a week, but instead of being locked up in the stall, you will now be servicing clients in the comfort of a bed in the house."
I looked at him with a light in my eyes. "Really?"
"Yup. But you would just be giving up your ass to the clients. You will be servicing them in whatever way they desire. Normally you will only see one or maybe two clients a night. Normally they still like to cum in your ass, but some also like to cum elsewhere. Is that going to be okay?"
I only took a moment to ponder the offer before answering. "Of course! I would love it!"
"Excellent! Well now it looks like I'm going to have to find me a new breeding boy." Ken joked.
"Well, if you ever need someone to cover that shift, I am also available for the stalls again." I smiled.
"You really love all that cum, don't you?" Ken smiled back.
"What can I say." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I will just have to keep that in mind. Now how about you get out there and clean up your stall. I have a feeling it's going to take quite a bit of scrubbing."
I laughed. "That is a fact! Thank you again, Ken."
"No problem. Just make sure to come up to the house after showers tonight. I will show you the rest from there."
"Sounds like a plan."
We both walked to the door where we both went our separate ways, he went up towards the house, and I walked towards the barn.
I walked into the barn and saw Ben and Mike chatting around the bucket of soap and water. They stopped talking as I walked up.
"So? Did you get it?" Ben asked.
A smile spread across my face and I nodded.
"Fuck yeah!" Ben yelled. They both raised their hands for a high five, and a met them with a reply.
"Thanks guys! I still have to clean my stall, but I will be starting in the house tonight! He even said that I can come down to the stalls when he needs me!" I said.
"Why would you want to do that if you get to stay in the house?" Mike asked.
"I kinda like it down here. I think it's kinda fun just getting my ass pumped for hours." I chuckled.
"Well, just don't forget about us when you are up there, rubbing shoulders with the elite." Ben joked.
"Don't worry, I will still be coming down for shower time with you guys." I smiled and they both smiled back. "Let's get to work."
We all grabbed our brushes, and went over to our stalls to clean up last night's mess.
After our showers that night, we chatted by the door before that night's breeding session.
"So, should I expect you boys in the showers later?" I asked.
"Well of course! We want to hear how it goes." Mike said.
"I'm sure I will have lots to talk about! You guys have a good breeding!" I said, before walking towards the house.
I walked onto the porch to the big farm house. I could see quite a few men milling around the dining room through the screen door on the porch. I wasn't sure if I was just supposed to knock, or walk right in. I could not see Ken anywhere through the door, so I decided to just knock. But before my knuckles could even hit the door, Ken seemed to appear out of nowhere, opening the door behind the screen door.
"Well well, the boy of the hour. Come on in, Alan." Ken said, pushing the screen door outward.
I stepped through the door, and it seemed that all of the conversations had stopped. All heads turned towards me as I entered the dining room. I gave everyone a shy wave, trying to hide my sudden anxiety. I could see some familiar faces in the boys that walked around the dining room with some of the men. I tried to give them a wave as well, but most pretended to not even notice me.
"Everyone! This is Alan. I think you might not know his face, but I'm almost certain that you know his tight, little hole." Ken draped his arm over my shoulders.
"Hi" was all I could muster.
"He may be shy right now, but I'm sure that you can loosen him up a bit." Ken joked with a wink. "Now I believe that one of you had called first dibs with Alan here, correct?"
A man stepped out from the crowd of other men. He was wearing worn blue jeans, a faded black shirt, and regular sneakers. His face was shaved clean and his hair was trimmed neat. He stood about six inches taller than me, and his shoulders were nearly as broad as Ken's. He was definitely a blue collar worker of some sort, just looking at the size of him, but something about him seemed like he was also gentle.
"Hey there, Alan. I believe you and I have a date." He held out his hand. I let him grab mine, and he led us away to the stairs.
We walked into the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. Inside, there were a couple of candles burning on a dresser that stood to the left that smelled of lavender. A bed was positioned directly at the back of the room between two windows that over looked the barracks where I slept. The bed had a red comforter that covered the bed with two black pillows towards the headboard. Obvious noises of sex could be heard through the paper thin walls that lead to the room beside ours. A guttural groan vibrated through from our neighbors, along with the sounds of skin smacking skin.
"Well, sounds like someone over there is having good time." the man joked. "Sorry, I should have introduced myself. I'm Jake."
"Alan." I said, trying my hardest to not be shy.
"Yes, I know." he chuckled. "Please, let me see your body."
"Of course."
I lifted my shirt above my head, then threw it onto the floor at the foot of the bed, exposing my hairless torso. He ran a hand over my chest, then down my stomach, ending at the waist band of my jersey shorts. He hooked a finger, then started to tug at them. I pushed them down at my hips, then they fell to my feet, letting the rest of my body free from my clothes. I stepped out, then kicked them aside. He ran another hand along the side of my stomach, ending at my hips, then pulled me into him, where he gripped my ass with a full hand.
"You will do everything that I say." he looked down at me.
I nodded.
He unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He was not wearing underwear so the full length of his cock was already on display. His dick hung down at nearly four inches semi soft, but was starting to grow as it pulsed.
"Get on your knees and suck it." he demanded.
I dropped down to my knees, and gripped his cock around the base, letting the length of his meat draped over my grip. I brought my mouth in close, then looked up to him, making eye contact with him. His eyes looked at me with a sense of authority, but also desire. I kissed the tip, then danced my tongue around his piss hole as the girth began to expand in my hand. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, letting in the flavor of a long days work, and the most recent trip to the toilet. I opened my mouth wider as I forced it in deeper, letting my tongue drag along the bottom of his cock.
"Yes, fuck yes." he moaned.
I forced in as much as my throat could take, letting his tip bounce against my tonsils. Drool began to pool in my mouth as I soaked his cock. I withdrew with a deep suck, then forced it back in. I could feel him start to push against me as I took in his dick, trying to force as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. I began to pick up the pace of my sucking. Drool started to run down my chin, then onto the hard wood floor. My gag reflex never abandoned me, eventually accepting his entire length.
He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me away from his cock. "Enough. Now get on the bed."
I stood up, then climbed onto the bed, wiping the spit from my chin.
"How do you want me?" I asked.
"Doggy" he pushed my chest, forcing me onto the bed.
I rolled over on to my belly, then lifted myself up to my knees, then planted my hands onto the red comforter. I felt his weight move the bed as he climbed on behind me. I looked between down and between my legs to see his knees positioning himself against my ass. He placed his palm on my upper back, then forced my chest against the bed.
"Spread your ass for me." he demanded.
I turned my face to the side, then reached my hands behind me, gripping both of my cheeks, spreading them wide so that my lover can see his prize.
"Fuck, your hole is gorgeous." he ran a finger along my crack, teasing my winking asshole.
I smiled at his comment with a sense of pride. He started to use his cock to run along my crack, then stopped it on my entrance. He leaned his weight into me, forcing the head to spread my hole open, then plunged through.
"Ohhhh fuck that is good. I've heard you're good, but fuck you are tight." he said as he continued to push inside of me.
Every inch of his length drug against my sensitive asshole, sending bolts of pleasure through my spine, making me shiver and moan. I leaned my weight back towards him, making sure he knew that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. His thighs met the back of my legs as he bottomed out inside of me. One of his hands left my ass, then thundered down onto my left cheek, making me flinch and clamp down hard onto his cock.
"Fuck yes. I love when you spank me." escaped my mouth.
"Yeah? You like when I'm rough huh?" another hand came down hard on the next.
He started to withdraw, then plunge deep inside of me. I kept my ass spread wide so that he could see himself enter me. Pleasure ran through me like a car on a highway. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but there was no need, because he must have read my mind. He slammed himself inside of me, then began his assault. Sounds of meat smack filled our room, just as our neighbors had only moments ago. His strokes were not only fast, but also long, letting almost his entire dick leave my hole, before hammering back into me.
"Yes, yes, keep fucking me!" I yelled. "I fucking love how you fuck me!"
He listened to my begging, because all at once he sank his hands into my hips, and began using my thin body as his fuck toy, slamming me back onto his impaling rod as he forced himself into me.
"Fuck, fuck! Fuck I'm going to fucking cum." he hollered, pulling his cock from my throbbing hole.
He leaned forward and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back.
"Get on your fucking knees. I want you to eat my cum." he said, pulling himself from the bed.
I quickly slid from the bed and turned around to see him stroking his cock. I got to my knees and took over. I shoved his meat into my throat and started pumping it with my mouth.
"Yes, fuck yes." he said through clenched teeth.
I pumped a few more times, then the bottom of his cock began to twitch as warm cum started to flow from his tip and down the back of my tongue into my throat. I instinctively began drinking his cum, but brought the tip towards the front of my mouth so that he could see the prize he was giving to me. My mouth flooded with his sticky goo, and I stuck my tongue out briefly, then gulped it down eagerly. I ran my mouth along his length one last time, cleaning it completely, then let it flop from my mouth. I cleaned the corners of my mouth with my tongue, savoring the flavor of his delicious, salty cum.
"Holy fuck, boy. I knew you were going to be good, but you were the best Ken has ever had." he said, before pulling on his jeans. "I will see you again very, very soon."
"I hope so." I said with a smile.
He gave me a wink, then walked out of the door to the room to the hallway. I pulled on my shorts and threw on my shirt. The flavor of my first client still lingered in my mouth as I exited the room, and made my way down stairs. There were only a few men still walking around the living room as I entered. Most of them were occupied with the other boys at the moment, so I walked to the dining room where Ken was seated at the table with another man that I did not see when I first came into the house.
"Alan! Please, have a seat. I would like you to meet one of my oldest customers." Ken held out a gesture towards the man sitting across from him. The man turned his head towards me, letting his eyes scan my body from my feet up to my eyes. "This is Chris. Chris, this is the infamous Alan."
Chris stood up from the table. "Hi, Alan. Nice to meet you." Chris held out his hand and is shook it.
"Likewise." I said, noticing that Chris a piercing blue eyes, and a very strong grip.
"Shall we?" Chris said, gesturing towards the open of the living room.
"Be careful with him, Chris. I think we might have a star on our hands here." Ken said, standing from the table.
"I will be gentle." Chris said, following behind me.
I turned around. "Hopefully not too gentle." I chuckled.
"Oh, an adventurous one huh?" Chis said.
I gave him a wide smile, then turned back towards the stairs.
We entered the room that was to the left of the one I had just been railed in by my first client. This one was similarly decorated, but the scent of candle in this one was more of a warm, cinnamon dessert. Red drapes covered half of the widows on either side of the bed, and the comforter was a dark blue this time, rather than a deep red. The door clicked closed behind me as I reached the foot of the bed. I turned to see Chis taking off his watch to set it on the dresser. I was able to get a good look at him this time as he stood in the lighting of the lamp that illuminated the majority of the room. He was wearing a generic blue t-shirt, with a tan pair of chino pants. He kicked off his white tennis shoes below the dresser, then began unbuckling his belt.
"Do you want to do this clothed, or are you going to get naked too?" he said, as he unbuttoned his chinos.
I smiled at him, then let my jersey shorts drop to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head, then threw it on a chair next to the wall to the right of the bed. When I turned around, Chris had his shirt removed, and was pulling down his green patterned boxer shorts to reveal his thick, uncut cock.
"Wow, you look gorgeous." he remarked, stepping towards me.
"Why thank you." I said, stepping towards his as well.
We met in the middle of the room where he embraced me around the neck, then brought me in for a powerful kiss that left my legs already trembling. I reached between us and gripped around his quickly growing cock. I pumped it between our nude bodies as he ran his hands along my thin, hairless frame. His bushy chest burned against mine, and his rock hard nipples seemed to stab me as he brought me in tighter. He gripped my hips, then pushed me away. He looked at me with his deep, blue eyes, then walked towards the bed, where he crawled on, then got to his hands and knees. The sight of his hairy ass, coupled with his massive legs made me weak where I stood.
"I want you to eat my ass. Lick me from my balls, to my hole." He said, leaning down to his elbows, which spread his crack open, exposing his hair covered asshole.
I walked over to him and rested my hands on his hairy cheeks. They were soft but also a bit firm. He tensed his ass muscles as I began to squeeze them, then spread them wide, showing me that his hole was still very pink, and very eatable.
I had never been so close to another person's asshole, let alone another man's. When I looked at it, I felt a sense of horniness that I did not know was possible. I looked down to my own cock and saw that it was already rock hard, twitching as my body tried to force in more blood. I spread his cheeks wide, then moved my face into position where my lips were only inches away from it's destination. My nose caught a whiff of Irish Spring soap, and what ever laundry detergent he used to clean his clothes. I worked my tongue through the bundles of hair before meeting his puckered hole, where I got my first taste of another man's asshole. I dotted my tongue a couple of times, then went full for it. I laid my tongue across his hole and licked at it as if I was licking a cone of ice cream. I lapped madly at that single point, then worked my way down to his wrinkled ball bag, where I felt the heat of his sack radiate to my tongue. I used my tongue to play with his balls through the loose skin of his sack, then worked my way back up to his hole, which was pulsing, clenching, begging me to focus my attention on his most sensitive spot.
"Oh, fuck. You really know how to make a man feel good, don't you boy?" he said into the deep blue comforter.
I landed back at his hole, then began wiggling it madly, trying to work it's way into his body. I planted both hands firmly again so I could spread them wide, then finally broke through. The tension from his hole around my tongue tried to force me out, but I persisted, managing to work in my entire tongue into his hole. He clenched around me and his legs vibrated as I worked in and out, fucking his hole with my tongue.
"Holy fuck." he pulled away from my face. "I almost fucking came." he rolled over, laying on the bed. "Now why don't you come on up here." he patted his lap. "I want you to ride me."
I smiled at him, then climbed onto the bed. He stroked his own cock as he watched me make my way towards him. I crawled over to him, throwing one leg over his cock, then sat down, letting his cock run between my ass cheeks. I placed my hands on his chest, then leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips, then leaned back to position myself to allow his cock into me. I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his throbbing meat. I never lost eye contact with him as the head of his cock pressed against my hole, then slid in.
His head pivoted back as his dick bottomed out inside of me. He gritted his teeth, then let out a long breath. I sat my ass on his lap , letting his cock warm with my body heat, then began my ride. I lifted my self, then eased him back in, lifted, then sat back down. His his wiggled and bucked madly beneath me, wanting me to pick up my pace. I obliged. I shifted my weight to my hands, and began bouncing my hips wildly up and down on his cock. I could feel his head begin to emerge from my opening, then I would slam back down, making sure to work every inch of his meaty dick.
"Jesus, oh fucking Jesus." he moaned, gripping his hand into my thighs as I rode him.
"You like that? You like fucking my tight ass?" I said, smacking my ass down onto his thighs.
"I fucking love it, fuck, keep going!" he hollered.
Smacking meat sounds filled the room as our bodies collided. He lifted me up by my hips so I was hovering above him, then began hammering up into me, throwing me into ecstasy like I had never felt before.
"Yes yes yes yes. Fuck yes!" I screamed. "I'm going to fucking cum!
"Yes. Fucking cum, cum on me." he said, not breaking pace.
My bouncing limp cock began leaking, then blast cum all over him as he hammered into me.
"Yes! Fuck! I'm cumming too." he yelled.
His cock swelled, then the addicting sensation of hot cum began to overwhelm me. My bowels began to expand as his cum filled me to my limits. He let me sit back down onto his lap as his cock shot out the last of his cum. I leaned forward and licked the little puddles of cum that had accumulated on his chest from my explosion.
"That...was fucking amazing, Alan." he panted.
I lapped up the remaining cum. "You were incredible." I gulped.
I pulled off of him, then stood on the floor, clenching hard so that his deposit would not leak down my legs. He rolled off as well, and began getting dressed.
"Same time next week?" he asked.
"I actually am off next week, but if Ken lets me, I might come in for some overtime." I chuckled.
"Make sure he lets me know if you do, because I will be here." Chris said, before sliding on his shoes, the gave me one last smile before walking out.
When I walked downstairs, I noticed that the house was nearly clear of clients, and only a few remaining working boys were cleaning some of the tables of beer cans and other trash that was left behind. Ken was sitting at the dining room table writing in a note book when I approached.
"Where is everybody?" I asked.
He closed his note book. "That is all of the house clients for tonight. That's the benefit of working up here, it normally only lasts about an hour or two."
"So I can go get ready for bed?" I asked.
"Yup, shift is all done."
"Would I be able to possibly go down to the barn?"
"As in work?" he asked.
I nodded. "The clients up here might be done, but I don't think I am."
A large smile spread across his face. "If that's what you really want to do, then be my guest."
I smiled back at him, then walked towards the door leading outside. He followed me.
When we walked into the barn, I counted ten men walking around chatting while another two were working with Mike and Ben. They saw me enter, then turned their attention to me.
"Guys, Alan is now going to be open for business for the rest of the breeding." Ken hollered.
The men smiled as they watched me crawl into my breeding stall. The first client didn't waste anytime. His cock was already bottomed out inside of me while Ken was still locking me down for another few hours of my new favorite job.
Thank you for reading! I am going to continue the saga of Alan and all of his breeding desires, so make sure you keep an eye out for the next part! And always remember to drop me a line at shawn.raven.writer@gmail.com! I always look forward to hearing from you!