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Part 8
I could smell freshly cut grass in the air as I tugged the cart behind me. With blinders on, a bit in my mouth, and my cock locked, I could see, but I could feel Master Ryan tug to tell me to change directions. Next to me, I could feel another man tugging the cart as well.
I should explain. Master Ryan did end up taking me after my stint as an art installation. The guys decided that it would be too risky to let me out of their group, just in case some of the other men at the art gallery got a little too creative. I was brought to Master Ryan's expansive farm, where I met his three farm hands - Lupe, a muscular 6 foot tall 30 year old single Mexican man with Native American blood: Pierre, a 6 foot 5 tall absolute tank of a man with dark black skin from Senegal; and Karim, a hairy, 5 foot 10 recent immigrant from Syria.
The three men were surprised when I walked in wearing nothing but a collar and a chastity device. They weren't slaves, so Master Ryan simply told them I was a new addition to their work team to help prep the farm for an evening with Masters Andy, Phil, and Mike. They shrugged and we all went off to do chores around the field.
The men were curious and asked me why I would do something like this. I told them my story - which they all found funny - and how Master Ryan had won the right to own me that weekend.
"Do you like it?" Lupe inquired. "He seems to," Karim said, tapping my locked cock and noting my leaking dick after recounting my story.
"I was nervous at first," I said. "But Master Ryan and the other white men just seemed so confident and like owning me felt natural." I smiled and noted the other men had grown significant bulges in their pants.
We continued to toil in the fields and the sun continued to rise in the sky. Soon, it was in the high 80s and everyone was sweating. Lupe took off his shirt, revealing a smooth chest and a large tattoo on his right pec. Soon, Karim and Pierre joined in. After a while, Pierre wondered aloud, "perhaps we should all strip? Would certainly save us having to wash all these clothes." The others agreed and soon we were all working naked in the fields - with me of course wearing a collar and a lock on my cock.
About a half hour later, I heard Master Ryan calling out. "Hey! You can't all work naked here - what if someone catches you and you get in trouble for public indecency?"
"Sir, we were all just hot," Karim said. "Well, we have to cover you up a bit," Master Ryan said. "I have some collars and chastity device here if you wouldn't mind putting them on." The other guys looked at each other, but it looked like they had been thinking about it too. Everyone else struggled to put the chastity devices, especially Pierre with his 11 inch thick monster, but Lupe's 9 inch uncut cock and Karin's 8 inch circumcised dick also put up a fight. Everyone was clearly turned on and excited - sounds like it wasn't just my fantasy? After that, we all just started calling Master Ryan "sir" and "master" - it kind of felt right.
That evening, Master Andy noted that Master Ryan had somehow quadrupled his stable of slaves. The masters all laughed, as the four of us served drinks and served as footstools. Initially, it was just me who was stuck under the table sucking off each of the masters as they won games of poker. I went from Master Andy's 7 inch light pink uncut cock, to Master Ryan's 8 inch thick dick, to Master Phil's 9 inches, to Master Mike's respectable 6 inch tan cock. I didn't think any of the other slaves to be interested in sexually servicing men, but they too joined in. It was especially humiliating to see Pierre service Master Mike, a man whose dick was literally half his size.
The word "stable" resonated with Master Phil, and there was a discussion of what Master Ryan could do with four slaves. In the end, the masters decided that Master Ryan could use two of us at a time as ponies, one as a house slave, and one as a sexual slave in the bedroom. "And perhaps I can loan them out to you once in a while," Master Ryan quipped.
That was about a month ago. I went back to the office that Monday, since Master Ryan knew I still had to finish my internship. But, the entire summer, I was to not wear an undershirt under my dress shirts, and to wear my chastity device at all times. I was also to stay at Master Ryan's farm with the other slaves on the weekend.
The rest of the slaves stayed permanent slaves; after all, they were previously just hired workers. But now, they lived in a stable during the summer and were owned by Master Ryan.
As the summer ended, Master Ryan asked what I wanted to do after. "You'll get a return offer to join the firm, of course. But think about whether you've found something else you're more natural at." I did get the return offer, and I decided I would return to the area. But as a lawyer or as a permanent member of Master Ryan's slave stable? Well, my offer is good until the end of October, and I'll have to decide by then!