Working on the farm has kept me in shape. Being 6ft 4 inches with long lean muscles, big beard and broad shoulders, I am quite a commanding presence. Something that many visitors find intimating. As I run the farm by myself, it helps to be in shape, and means I don't often require help from others. I enjoy living by myself. The solitary life is not for everyone, but I like that people keep out of my business and I keep out of theirs. The farm keeps me busy, and usually means I do not have much spare time for other activities, but occasionally I do seek out some extra curricular entertainment. Being so far from town and a loner, I am glad that I can go online to find what I need. There is no short supply of men who fantasized about getting fucked by some burly farmer, but I always need something a little more. I don’t have time for those men who are looking for a husband or had some romanticized ideas of overalls and fucking on straw bales. I like my solitude and am not looking to make some connection, I just want to get out any pent up aggression by fucking someone raw. Sometimes that meant driving down to a rest stop along the highway for some roadhead or a quick fuck in back of my truck, but occasionally I would find a guy that wanted to come up for a longer stay.
The men who I invited to come to see me on the farm, got the full country hospitality experience and were treated like the sex hungry pigs they were. They got a stall in the barn, I have them tied up with chains hung from the ceiling, but still with plenty of room to move. There they would stay until they said the safe word we agreed for them to be released. In the interim I would get my fill, and fuck them whenever the mood struck me. Often I would just use them as my urinal, marking them with my scent or feeding them with my piss. But, sometimes I would just hang out in the barn to smoke my cigars, dick out, watching them watch me. These men paid good money for this service. One guy endured 10 days before he asked for release. Regardless of length of stay, all of them are forced to leave dirty, smelling of piss and cum, back into town.
This setup served me well. I liked being left alone, and having a sex slave to use as needed was just what was required after a long day on the farm. Obviously this usually involved a lot of planning but every once in a while, it came to me organically. This Sunday was one of those times. I was doing rounds of my property when my dog started to focus on something happening up ahead. We started walking over and then I saw what distracing her, pulled into one of our gates was a man with a bike. He looked like he was having some engine trouble. As I got close, I noticed he was sexy as fuck. Scruffy hair and beard, leather jacket and pants. He is certainly someone I would love to give the full country hospitality to.
As I got closer, I called out if he needed some help. He looked up and then turned back to his bike, mumbling under his breath... I asked him to repeat himself, clearly frustrated he snapped, “I got this! I don't need any help, especially from a country bumpkin.” Finding his bad attitude kinda hot, I just smirked to myself. Despite his attire and attitude he did not intimidate me. He was much leaner than me and at least 6 inches shorter. I then replied, well this is my property and you're trespassing on it. Besides, this country bumpkin has a barn full of tools, so I would be a little nicer. He just snickered and replied “fuck you!”. He was starting to piss me off, so I told him to mind his manners or l’ll have to teach him a little respect. He stood up and with chest out, faced me and said ”Just fucking try.” I was not about to mess around with him and so with one swing, I knocked him flat out on the ground.
In this heat, I knew I could not leave him there, so hitched him back on his bike and slowly pushed his bike down to the barn. I then took him off and laid him in a stall to recuperate while I set to work on his bike. As I didn't want any trouble I attached the chains around his wrist. I then got some tools and began working on his bike. It was a black Indian Scout Bobber Sixty motorcycle… and pretty new by looks of it. It was such a beautiful machine and I enjoyed working on it. It was not long before I had that bike purring again. I am always repairing machinery around the farm, in comparison a bike was easy. I decided that while I waited for him to wake up, I'd take a break, site back on his bike and enjoy my cigar. After a while, I knew it was time to wake him up… I walked into the stall, pulled out my cock and then started to let out a steady stream of piss all over his leathers. I watched with glee as it covered his hair, and ran down his leather jacket and pants.
He was slowly coming to. He looked up to see my bulky frame leaning over him, gar between my lips, pissing on him. I was hoping he would fly into a rage. Nothing would satisfy me more than giving me a reason to put him back in his place. However, to my surprise, he opened his mouth and began to drink my steady stream. Filling his mouth before swallowing it down. Not sure if this was his form of resistance, but I just smiled at his quick compliance. This was not my plan, but I liked where this was heading. Before he could do any more, I pulled on the chains I had installed and showed him that he was handcuffed to my stall. He looked at me in shock, and I said, as I promised, I was going to teach him some respect.
Once he realized what was going on he pulled hard on the chains, trying to get free. I told him he was going to stay here until he said thank you for my help. He yelled “never!”. Then I told him, "until you do, you'll stay here and I will collect my payment for fixing your bike and my hospitality.” He then spat at me and said, fuck you. I then grabbed him by his chin, bent in close, gar between my lips, and looked him in his eyes and said “don't do that again… and if you do, at least try to aim for my mouth bitch. You hear me.” He nodded, and stared intently in my eyes. I held his gaze for a few minutes. I then said, “you know what is going on here, right!, one word and you are free to go. Until then you are here to learn respect however I deem necessary”. He then gave a gentle nod.
I went inside and got him some water, a sandwich and blanket, and left it for him while I went back to my chores. After a few hours I came back to see him staring at the wall, he perked up a little as I walked in the room, but quickly changed his smile to a smirk. I asked if he was ready to say thank you. He just yelled back, fuck you, you cunt. I lit a new cigar and watched him staring at me with an intense glare. I then walked over and pulled my cock out again and started to pee on him. He looked up and allowed me to cover him in my hot stream. Again he opened his mouth and willingly drank my pee. As my stream died down, I got closer and hung my flaccid six inch cock over him, to allow the last drops to trickle into his mouth. He looked up hungry, tongue out. I lowered my cock down and he reached up to taste the tip. He then took it between his lips and devoured it.
As he sucked my cock it grew to its full 9 inches in his mouth. This boy was hungry. As it grew, I pulled it out from between his lips and slapped it across his face. I repeated this over and over again as he stared up at me. He started to beg me, with mouth open for me to feed him my cock. I then looked long at him, grabbed him by the back of head and rammed it down into his open gullet. With one aggressive move I had my dick, balls deep and his nose pressed to my groin. Saliva began dripping from the side of his mouth and his breathing increased. I pulled his head back by his hair, releasing my cock and looked down at him for a moment before dropping a large gob of spit in his mouth and then ramming my cock back in. This time I pulled, his head back and forward fucking his face with an aggressive rhythm. Between his gasps for air and the gagging, I could hear his moans for more driving me on. Within a few minutes I was ready to unload. When I was close, I rammed his head down one more time and shot my cum straight down the back of his throat. He resisted but held him in place. Once I was spent, I pulled him off and asked, so you ready to say thank you. He just laughed and said … “that's all you got?”. With that, I got up and went inside to make my dinner
I went in to cook some food. I made enough for two and brought him some. He looked up, I put a plate by him with some water and told him to sleep well as training would start again in the morning. I went about some of the evening's chores and then headed to bed. When I work the next morning I freshened up and had some breakfast, almost forgetting that the biker was there. I decided that I better check on him. I brought him some water and a roll. When I walked into the barn, he was laying down on the straw bed, still asleep. He smelled of sweat and pee, which was turning me on. I looked down at his groin and could see his leather pants were being stretched by his morning wood. Clearly he was having some nice dreams.
From the size of the bulge, I could see that he was packing. I knelt down and began rubbing my large hands over his groin, slowly feeling the length and girth of his cock through the leather. He let out a sleepy moan. His cock began growing even more under my caress. This man clearly had a huge cock and I wanted to see more. I slowly released the zipper and pulled his pants open to reveal the jockstrap he was wearing which was straining to contain his cock. The biker began to stir as I brought my nose to his cock to take in the smells trapped in his jockstrap. I looked over at him as a smile grew across his face. I stared at him in defiance as I lifted the band of his jockstrap to release his dick from its entrapment. I held his gaze as I grabbed his cock by its base and brought the tip it to my lips. I slowly ran my tongue over its head, savoring the build up of last night's dried sweat and pee. I took his cock all the way down… bringing my nose to his groin to get a full whiff of that manliness that built up in his groin.
I would have been happy to work his cock all morning but needed to remind him why he was here. I slowly moved my hands down over his balls and pulled gently at first, and then started to pull harder. I remind him that he could go with just a few simple words. He just had to show me that he knew some respect. He tried to spit at me, but it landed short, and sat there on his leather jacket. I leaned over, and licked it up, tasting his leather with my tongue. I showed him his spit sitting on my tongue before I swallowed it. Seeing I was not put off, he then squirmed a little, the chains clanging about as he thrashed his hands about. I told him he was going nowhere until he showed simple respect.
I then stood up and pulled my cock out, and again let out a solid stream of pee on him to remind him he was mine until then. Again he held his mouth open, but this time I aimed for his T-shirt and leather jacket… marking him again. As I finished, I again bent down and stuck my nose in my markings, savoring his smell mixed with mine. As he just woken up I knew his bladder was probably full. I told him he was free to release himself as he was already covered in piss. He stared at me intently as I watched his cock shake and then start to piss… a yellow stream shooting out. it shot straight in the air, I bent forward and let him cover my beard with his juices. As his stream slowed, I took his cock back in my mouth to feel and taste him.
Once he was done, I continued to suck on his beautiful cock. Going up and down as he thrust his hips up to feed me. I was enjoying feeling him push it deep into my throat. I could taste the flavor move from pee to salty precum. I grabbed the base of his cock with my large hand and began masturbating him as I sucked harder on the head of his manhood. Clearly he enjoyed what was happening and then started to buck more and more, but I held it tight with my hand. He tossed his head back, shook his chains as I felt his load building in his shaft… until he let out his first load of cum onto my tongue. I felt his body shake as I sucked down each wave of orgasm he released.
I held onto the last few strings of cum in my mouth and I leaned forward, inching closer to his face, I then grabbed the back of his head. He opened his mouth as I spat my cum filled spit onto his tongue. I then brought him in for a kiss, forcing him to take his cum as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. His facial growth was tickling my beard as we locked lips. He was surprisingly compliant as he returned the kiss. Although we were clearly enjoying our embrace, I pulled back. I then told him that now he has cum, it was my turn… he looked at me and opened his mouth wider, I smiled and told him he was not getting it that easy.
My hand then reached down and grabbed his balls again. I knew that they would be tender as he had just cum. I then reached down and allowed my large hands to caress his hole. My fingers began to tease his arse as I continued to stare. I allowed one large finger to breach his hole and reach inside to find his prostate. I watched him closely to see when I had hit his spot. He tried to not show enjoyment but soon I was tickling his inside with my second finger, he began to moan. I could tell he was enjoying this and was ready for the main event. I then pulled his pants all the way down. I grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs up to his shoulders to better reveal his hole. I then took my cock and slowly circled it about his entrance. I watched the hesitation show in his eyes. At that moment I started to push myself in.
He let out a moan as I slowly entered him… the resistance only made me harder and push more forcefully. Once I was balls deep, I pulled it out fast and then back in again. He let out a scream, but unfortunately no one could hear. I pulled out again, and this time stood up. I used the chains to make him stand as well. I then grabbed him and pushed him over the stall wall so his head was over the edge and arse was now easier to access. He grabbed the top of wall, as I then entered him again. He grabbed the wall tightly as I started to fuck him hard, ramming his whole body against the stall wall with each thrust.
He looked back at me as I continued to fuck him like the animal he was. Ramming harder and harder. He tried to resist but his moans gave away the enjoyment he was having. The sweat was beading down his face. I grabbed his thighs and made him move in rhythm with each thrust. I was getting close, so I grabbed him by the hair to pull his head back, pushing him down further on my cock. I let out a growl, letting him know was about to cum. I then with one hard thrust forward i shot my load deep down his bowels. I could feel his relief as I slowed, with each orgasm, loading him up with my cum. I slumpped forward with my head leaning on his leather jacket, breathing him in as I slowly gained my composure.
As I pulled out, he let go of the stall and fell back to his knees, exhausted. He turned around and his head was now facing my spent cock which was dripping with arse juices, sweat and cum. He leaned in and began cleaning my cock with his mouth. I smiled at how compliant he had become. He then looked up at me and said… Thank you sir. I looked at him in surprise and said, so you are happy to be released then. His face changed as he looked up at me in shock and replied. Sorry sir… that's not what I meant. I looked at him and smiled. Well too late, you said the word as I unlocked his chains. Free he collapsed down. I told him his bike is fixed and he was free to go. I then put my cock back in my pants and started to head out. In parting I said, I am going to clean myself up and get to my chores. I expect you will be gone by time I return. He looked at me disappointed and said, yes sir.
