by K C Ripley
“And yet you are,” Lucas said, undoing the huge brass oval of his buckle. “Might as well make the best of it, don’t you think?”
“I can pay you,” Pete said. “I have some money saved up.” This wasn’t entirely untrue. He and Megan had managed to sock away about eleven thousand dollars in a joint savings account.
Lucas pulled his cock, mostly-hard, out of his jeans. It was long and thick, Pete could see that even in the dim light. “Now why is it you big-time city folk always think everything is about money?”
“Please,” Pete said. “What do you want?”
“Well that’s pretty plain to see,” Lucas said, stepping forward to put his cock in Pete’s face. “Ain’t nothing useful coming out of that red whore mouth of yours. Go on and put it to good use.”
Pete looked around. There was nowhere to run. Even if there were something worth using as a weapon, and he were somehow able to overpower Lucas, his brothers were still waiting outside. And here he was, dressed and painted like a slut, with no shoes.
So he leaned forward, making his mouth into an “O”, and for the first time in his life began to suck a man’s cock. It was sweaty and a little gritty. He slid his mouth until the head got close to the back of his throat, about halfway up, then he reached up and grabbed the base with his right hand. Pete closed his eyes and began to rock backward and forward, letting his lips glide along the shaft. Lucas smelled strong, dirty and musky.
“Aw,” Lucas said. “You’re trying to be all gentle. That ain’t what I’m in the mood for, though.”
Lucas reached out and cupped a steely hand at the back of Pete’s neck. Then he pushed Pete forward hard, jamming his cock into the back of Pete’s throat. Pete gagged, his eyes filling with water. He tried to cough, but Lucas jerked him back, then forward again.
Before he knew it, Lucas was shoving his head back and forth, ramming his cock forward, and fucking Pete’s face with ferocity. Pete took his hand off Lucas’ cock and reached back to grab the wrist at the back of his neck. But Lucas was far too strong. He tried to speak, but that was impossible. All that came out were garbled coughs.
So he went with it, letting Lucas jam his cock in and out of his mouth. His spit gurgled out of his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto his chest. He felt the mascara begin to streak with the tears rolling out of his eyes.
Finally, mercifully, Lucas pulled out. He grabbed his own cock and began to jack himself off, all the while holding firm to the back of Pete’s neck, tilting his face upward.
Lucas came hard, salty spunk spraying onto Pete’s face. Pete shut his eyes just in time to feel warm gobs smack his eyelids. When Lucas let go of him, he felt like his entire face was coated, with sheets of cum cascading down both cheeks.
Lucas snorted and tucked his cock back in his jeans. “That’s how we do it around these parts,” he said. “Though my brothers probably won’t be so gentle.”
He left Pete on his knees, his jaw aching, the back of his throat sore, and his face slathered in his salty cream.
“Don’t wipe that off now,” Lucas said as he walked away. “You look even prettier with my seed on your face.” Then he laughed, and the thud of his boots faded away.
Pete took several deep breaths, though on the second one, cum went up his right nostril and he started coughing. The fit was so long, he didn’t hear the second brother come in.
Pete heard a jagged laugh and looked up.
“Damn, boy,” Johnny said. “You look like a raccoon that done had its face in a bowl of cream corn.”
Johnny took off his hat, rubbed his hair, and tossed the hat aside. “Mm, mm,” he said. “What are we gonna do with you?”
“I just want…” Pete said. He coughed again. “If I could just make a phone call.”
Johnny laughed and slapped his knee. “Bitch, you ain’t callin’ nobody.” He hooked his thumbs at the top of his overalls and let them fall. His dick was a little smaller than Lucas’, but it curved upward and was already at full attention. “Now go on and climb up on one of them bails and poke your ass up in the air. Don’t make me say it twice.”
The blow job had been humiliating and horrible, but Pete wasn’t sure he would be able to take it up the ass. But like a good little girl, he climbed up on the nearest bail of hay, put his head down, and lifted his ass up high.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Johnny said. Pete heard a hock, then warm spit hit his ass crack and began to dribble down. “I treat my girls rough, but I ain’t no goddamn savage.”
Pete felt a pair of fingers wipe the spit up and down his crack, lubing him up. His stomach clenched, and his ass puckered. He lowered his hips, but Johnny wasn’t having any of that. Pete felt a sharp smack on both ass cheeks from below, and he raised his ass high again.
Pete could feel Johnny’s warmth as he sidled up and nestled against his ass cheeks. Then he gasped as the head of Johnny’s cock pushed between his cheeks and into his asshole.
“Hey city boy,” Johnny said as he began to slide in and out of Pete, “I bet you didn’t see this coming when you woke up today, did you?” He smacked his ass cheek and laughed.
Pete clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to relax, thinking that might make things go easier, but he just couldn’t. He felt like he was being split in two. And if Johnny’s pecker felt this big, he thought trying to run just might be worth it before the hulk of the third brother took his turn.
“Hey,” Johnny said, “turn that pretty little head around and look me in the eyes while I’m fucking you.”
Pete turned his head and looked at Johnny, who looked wild, eyes wide and teeth bared as he held onto Pete’s hips and pumped away.
“Goddamn, you a mess,” he said. “But you still got a pretty face. Go on and lick some of that cum off them lips of yours.”
Pete stuck out his tongue and licked the gummy, salty cum from his lips. He braced himself as Johnny’s humping became more powerful. He grabbed fistfuls of hay in both hands, trying to steady himself, to keep from pitching forward.
Johnny actually whooped when he came. He didn’t bother pulling out. Pete felt a bloom of warmth fill his ass, and as Johnny pulled out, some of that warmth dribbled down his taint to his balls.
Johnny gave him one last smack on the ass before pulling up his overalls. “Yessir,” he said. “That was fine. Just fine. Now don’t you go anywhere, missy. My brother’s gonna be here shortly to finish you off.”
And with that, Johnny strutted away behind the bails of hay. Pete climbed down off the bail, his ass aching. His whole body ached, really, but his ass was the locus of pain, pulsing from the violation.
His eyes darted around the dark corners of the barn. Could he break through the slats and make a run for it? Then he heard the heavy thud of boots and turned to see the giant standing there looking down at him.
“My brothers went quick,” Angus said, his voice deep. His massive cock was already hanging out of his pants. “I’m gonna take my sweet time with you.”
And he did. Pete had no idea how much time passed. Everything he had gone through up to that point was nothing. He had no idea how far beyond his limits he could be pushed.
Before anything sexual happened, though, Angus made Pete dance for him. He told him he wanted it slow and sexy, like the girls in the city who danced around poles.
Pete felt ridiculous, and his body was sore and tired. But he danced, trying to sway and undulate his hips. As he did, he felt more cum leak out of his ass, streaming down his inner thighs.
Angus just sat down on a bail and watched the show with his arms crossed, his face expressionless. When Pete asked if he could stop, the giant told him no, to keep dancing.
All the while, that giant cock grew and grew, until it was standing full and erect.
“Come over here,” Angus finally said. Pete stopped dancing and walked to him. “Use your mouth and hands first.”
First? Pete was just thankful for a temporary reprieve. H
e dropped to his knees and opened his mouth wide. He grabbed the base of the cock with both hands and guided it into his mouth, stretching his lips wide. And he sucked enthusiastically, stroking the base of Angus’ cock while he worked the top as hard as he could.
“Lick my balls,” Angus said, and Pete took his mouth off the cock to bend down a little lower and run his tongue over the man’s musty ball sack. After a while, Angus told him to start sucking again, and this cycle continued several more times, with Pete alternating between cock and balls.
Pete thought the man would come, but instead, after what seemed like an eternity, he just grabbed Pete. He lifted him up, spun him around, and lowered him onto Angus’ big wet cock.
Pete’s whole body tensed, and he bit his lip as the shaft pushed up into him. God, he’d never felt pain like this. At least his spit and the cum still up his ass provided some lubrication, though no amount would have made this tolerable.
All semblance of manhood was wiped away from Pete’s mind. He was no longer a man, but a trashy little bitch being taken up the ass. He surprised himself by starting to push down, moving his hips into the momentum of the thrusts. He closed his eyes and started to whimper like a little girl, bringing his hands up to his nipples and squeezing them.
Pete’s own cock had started to harden again, and at some point, while Angus fucked him, Pete came first. Without even touching his cock, he felt himself spurt up into the fabric of the dress. He’d never felt anything like it, didn’t even know it was possible.
Before he could even process it, Angus lifted him up into the air and threw him aside and into the hay. The hulk stayed sitting, but grabbed his own cock with both hands and pumped, jetting thick, ropy strings onto the wooden floor of the barn at his feet. Angus closed his eyes and let out a sigh, the opened them again.
“Clean that up,” he said, motioning his head at the floor.
Pete didn’t hesitate. He crawled over to the quivering puddles of cum and began to slurp them up.
“Good girl,” was the last thing Pete heard the giant say, and then he was gone.
After he’d cleaned up the mess, Pete struggled to his feet, his legs wobbly and weak. Was it really over? He staggered past the hay into the open part of the barn. The door was closed. He walked shakily toward it. His clothes were still up in the loft, but there was no way he was climbing that ladder again to get them. He wanted to lie down and sleep. He wanted to wash the cum off his face and out of his mouth and out of his ass. He wanted to be clean again, but he wasn’t sure that was ever going to be possible.
He pushed open the barn door and squinted at the sunlight. How much time had passed? Had he been here all day?
The farm boys were gone. Back to the fields? Back to the house? Only Shayla stood in the waning sunlight, hands on her hips.
“Welp,” she said. “I told you you were gonna get the fucking of your life, didn’t I?”
“Please,” Pete said. “I just want to go home.”
“Well sure,” Shayla said. “You were only half a mile from the highway the whole time, mister. You just go back down the road you came, take a right, then take another right on Farm Road seventeen. Can’t miss it.”
Pete groaned. Was he really that close? He started to move, but Shayla put up her hand.
“Not so fast, sweetie,” she said. “You kept my brothers entertained all day, but little ol’ me didn’t get any of the action.” She lifted up her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy, the tempting little slice that had gotten him into all this.
“Now here’s what’s gonna happen,” Shayla said. “You’re gonna get down on your hands and knees, crawl over here, and lick me until I say you’re done. Then you can go about your way.”
Pete didn’t even try to argue. He was broken. They’d broken him like a horse, incapable of putting up a fight anymore. He dropped to his knees and crawled through the dirt.
Shayla smiled down at him as he stuck out his tongue and took his first long lick of her pussy juice under the setting sun. He was going to be here for a good while longer. He knew that.
But that was just fine. They’d turned him into a broken little bitch, and doing what you were told was exactly what broken little bitches did.
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