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Chapter 1

The Barn.

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I was shaking. I couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. All I could hear were quiet whimpers of the other boys coming out restless through the gags. The sound of the wind outside leaking through the window. It wasn’t cold, just a light breeze coming in. It was June after all. That I knew for certain. All I could smell was the stench of teenage sweat in the hot fresh air. That musty aroma of dick and balls, like when you wear your boxers for just a bit too long. The only thing I could feel was the rough hay pressing into my knees as I kneeled on it. The little strands poked my butt and thighs, tickling me as I tried to get somewhat comfortable. I knew better than to react or squirm. Now was the time for focus! I couldn’t mess up again.

I heard a loud crash as the barn door closed and locked. Followed by footsteps and conversation as the masters walked deeper in towards the back room. I shivered with concern, my hole pulsating with worry for what’s to come. My body no doubt was glistening, covered in a sheen of sweat. The whimpering got louder as the back door opened, and the voices were in the room with us. 

“Yea, my crop is coming in surprisingly nice this year actually.” I heard Master Daniel say. “Sawyers been workin day and night on that soil. Shits been makin his big ass hungry as hell. The boy has been eatin up everything in sight, everything.” Sawyer is Master Daniels’ only son. He’s nineteen years old and built like a damn fridge. He’s got thick brown hair, a strong jaw, and looks like he grew up drinking milk straight from a cow's udder. He is the spitting image of his father. Both of them have strong farmer tans and intense blue eyes. They smell the same, hell they even taste the same. No wonder they seemed to have the same tendencies. I’ve experienced him a handful of times and each time wasn’t very pleasant. I heard everyone whimper a little at the mention of his name. None of us necessarily “enjoyed” the guy. “Growing boys gotta eat Dan. The kid is almost bigger than you.”  Master Matthew said. 

I know very little about Master Matthew. He’s pretty quiet. Never talked about his job or anything, at least not when we’re around. He is a mammoth of a man, coming in at the staggering height of six foot six. He has salt and pepper hair shaved into a buzzcut and a thick mustache that tickles your taint when he goes down on you. “You may be right Matt, but we all know who the man of the house is.” “We sure do Dan, we sure do. You should start wearing a crown.”  Master Benjamin laughed. 

Master Benjamin, or Ben as he would like me to call him is probably the nicest of them all. Probably because he knows we recognize him and doesn't want to taint his image as America's smile. Ben is one of the richest men in the country. He was an innercity man who made it big one day. Making the right investments and ironically starting some of the biggest charity organizations in the world. Back when I was “free-range meat” I would see Ben on the news all the time. His hair a clean taper fade, his dark skin shining clear of any blemishes, and always a charming smile on his face. I never thought one day I’d be seeing that same smile, looking down at me as I choked on his cock. He likes it sloppy, honestly they all do.

A loud slurping sound suddenly filled the room. Followed by a whine of protest. Then I felt it. A warm wet mouth starting to suckle on my hole, my dick immediately rising at the action. I moaned through my gag, my legs shaking, hole clenching as the mouth moved faster. I forgot he was there until now. Knowing him, that's what he wanted, to surprise me. Sir’s deep voice vibrated against my cheeks  “Enough chit chat boys. It’s time for dinner.” 

Sir reached from behind me pulling out my gag. He gave my left cheek a quick slap. “Bryce, did you take good care of my pussy while I was gone?” I yelped and started squealing as he went back to eating me out.”Yessssir I promise sir I took great care of your pussy sir.” “I can tell son, it's tighter than when I left it. Still just as wet though.”  He smacked my ass again, harder this time. When we were left alone earlier all us boys did our “pussy exercises" as we were instructed. Rhythmically clenching and unclenching our holes, making them stronger, tighter, so they were “nice and ripe” for later. We couldn’t do much else. We were blindfolded, our hands tied. We couldn’t even talk with the gags stuffed in our mouths. 

“Im sure the boys are ready to get started and go home, isn't that right boys?” Ben asked us. We all groaned a “yes sir” through our gags. Everyone except for what sounded like Anthony. He was still mewling and groaning, deeper now as his hole continued to be sucked. 

We did want to go home. We wanted nothing more in fact. But not to their definition of home. Our real homes! I miss my parents, my brother, and my dog. I miss my room. I miss going to the beach with my friends and doing stupid kid stuff. I miss wearing clothes. I would give anything to be home again. But I know that's impossible. Home is wherever Sir says it is. I’m his property, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Sir started eating again and I lost concentration. “Well, ya’ll heard em,” Master Matthew said. I heard the whirring as my hands started raising, pulling my chest up with them. All the while Sir continued to lick and tease my pussy, nipping at my ass cheeks. I could hear the others groaning as our bodies were pulled taut. Fingertips reaching for the sky, feet barely touching the ground. The cables pulled us closer towards the middle of the room. Positioning us side by side, creating a sort of star formation. The aroma of sweat got stronger, and I could feel the body heat of my fellow slaves. 

My blind fold was removed. As my eyes adjusted I could see Dalton across from me. His naked body hanging in the dimly lit room, sweat dripping down his sides. I could see the fear in his eyes, as well as the pleasure. I looked to my right and saw Anthony, his eyes wide, mouth open, drool dripping from his lips. His red hair clung to his sweat soaked forehead. His muscles flexed from the tension in his shoulders. I looked closer and saw Master Daniel. Hat off, crouched down, face still buried in between his cheeks. He sniffed it a few times, gave it a lick, and dove right back in. He looked like a wolf sniffing its food before it starts ripping it apart. 

I looked back up and could see the rise and fall of Ant’s chest. He looked like he couldn’t breathe. Like he was dying, but then a lick, or nip, to his hole would jump start him back to life. 

Between Anthony and Dalton was Seamus. In my peripheral vision I saw Master Matthew make his way over to him. Seamus’s eyes widened for a second, then we all heard a loud smack. Seamus wailed as his backside was smacked by his master. Master Matthew dying  at his reaction doing it again only harder. “Jesus Christ Matt! Trying to give the boy a heartattack?!” Sir said. “Seamus knows how to take what I give him. Ain't that right boy?” Smack! Smack! Smack! Seamous screamed out a “yes master” trying to catch his breath from the assault. “See? A good boy can take a hit.” Master Matthew squatted down, I could see his biceps bulge in his tank top as his arms raised, spreading Seamus’s cheeks. Not too long after I hear more slurping, and moaning. 

I squealed again as Sir’s tongue went deeper than before. My walls spread and clenched around his tongue. I looked down and saw a clear string of precum dripping from my dick, pooling on the floor with the saliva leaking from my butt. I felt a pinch, “It’s quiet time now Bryce, it’s getting a little too loud for me. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of that mouth, you understand me son?” “ Yes Sir I understand Sir not a peep I promise.” I replied immediately. He went back to eating his dinner and I stayed silent. 

I looked in front again and saw Dalton's eyes rolled back, cock leaking as Master Benjamin started to munch on his hole.”This is the most delicious tasting pussy I’ve ever had! Why does it taste so good boy?”’I don’t know sir. Oh God! You make me eat a lot of fruit sir?” Dalton replied. “ Well whatever it is, keep doing it. That is good! Boy!”

To my left I could see Dane, Anthony’s brother. They had been taken at the same time. He was just hanging there. Waiting for his Master to be done with his brother's hole. I know the positions were intentional, they were always intentional. Master Daniel wanted Dane to see what he was doing to his brother. What he was gonna do to him. I could see his eyes peeking from behind Anthony's thick thighs. Like a kid hiding cause they did something bad. His eyes stayed locked on Danes eyes, the sloppy slurping getting louder. 

He got up then. Walking behind me past Sir and started eating Dane. Dane squeeked, and riffed and moaned as his hole was opened. The whole room filled with the sound of needy boys and grunting men. It was like everyone was feral. A sexual haze taking control of everyone's mind. 

Our masters gave each other a look and stood up in unison. They removed their shirts, pants and underwear, everything except their socks. 

A strong smell of man permeated the room now. The strong stench of musky, sweaty, ripe cock. Everywhere I looked I saw massive, hard dicks, leaking pre cum, ready to inseminate our holes. I felt Sir press his against me, circling my whole, teasing it dipping in and out. I looked around and saw the hunger in the men's eyes, and the fear in ours. 

We all mewled begging for them to go easy on us. “Oh relax boys! It’s nothing ya’ll don’t take every night.” Master Matthew said. I heard Seamus squeal as he pushed his full length in. Then I heard it happen to Dane , then Dalton, then myself. I was so full I didn't know what to do. I was about to blackout and then I heard Sir, “Let’s begin.”