A gay story: Barn Story Beau spent the entire morning photographing idyllic landscapes and all the different trees near the farm, a few miles away from the city. The day was hot, and suddenly he could not bear being under the sun anymore. He returned to the car and drove for a while, looking for new angles, but he ended up getting lost.
He was not sure how to return to the city anymore. His phone died and he was not able to orient himself. The dirt road took him to another bigger road and he was not sure whether to take the left or the right side. He wished there was a man to tell him where to go. He blushed and took a deep breath, and then decided to take the right side.
He drove for another while, and suddenly saw another large farm appear in the distance. He was sure he had not seen that one before. There was a white colonial house in the middle and a big red barn near the entrance. The green pastures extended for miles and there were brown cows everywhere.
To make matters worse, his car died and he was forced to leave it behind. The afternoon heat enveloped his body and made his mind fuzzy. He walked down the road and suddenly saw a big man pissing into a bush, near the entrance. The man suddenly noticed his presence and put his cock back into his pants, and turned around.
Beau approached the man and felt more nervous with each step. The man seemed to be in his thirties. He wore dark pants and brown boots, a sweaty shirt and a cowboy hat. He had a tall and robust stature, with thick hairy arms and legs. His body was naturally built, with a wide chest and a healthy prominent belly. His hands were massive and veiny. As Beau walked closer, he saw the man had blue hooded eyes and a big straight nose, smirking lips and a large chin.
Beau looked rather different from that man. He could feel the man’s eyes on him, measuring him. He had a shorter stature, a pink complexion and a passive posture. His colorful shirt and tight pants made him look like a city boy. He had a soft face with round hazel eyes behind round glasses, an upturned nose, red lips and a small chin. His hair was short and light brown. Despite the dissonance, he looked at the big man and spoke clearly.
“Uh… excuse me, sir… can you help me?” he said in a breathy tone.
“Are you lost, buddy?” asked the man, in a casual deep voice.
“Y-yes… I think my car battery died, and I’m not sure how to get back to the city and…” he stopped talking when he realized the man had a big bulge. He could not help but look down for a second, and his mouth watered seeing the big package.
“Aw, it’s alright, buddy. You’re not very far away from the city,” said the man in a calming tone. The man noticed his stare and smirked.
The man pierced Beau with his intense blue eyes, and nodded a little bit to see his reaction. Beau felt his heart race a little, and he suddenly smiled and looked down shyly.
“How old are you, buddy?” asked the man.
“Twenty-two, sir. My name’s Beau and I’m a photographer,” he said awkwardly. He took another peek at the man’s bulge.
“That’s cool, Beau,” said the man warmly. He shook hands with Beau, testing his grip and staring at his mouth. The man’s hand was much bigger and warmer, and had a tight grip. “They call me Mr. Wayne. I can help you and try to jump-start your car…” the man looked around and thought for a second, placing his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you come in and take some photos of the farm, while I take care of that? I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like.”
“Oh, really? It would be an honor, sir,” said Beau.
“Alright, follow me, buddy.” Mr. Wayne turned around and walked toward a big white gate.
Beau gulped and felt a little nervous, realizing the man owned the entire place. He had a confident posture and a magnetic voice, as if he owned everything. Beau promptly followed him into the red barn nearby.
“Start by photographing the barn. It’s my favorite place on the farm. Then you can walk around and choose whatever angle you want,” said Mr. Wayne.
“It’s a beautiful barn, sir,” said Beau. “It’s just what I needed for my project.”
“Alright, be my guest…” Mr. Wayne smirked and walked toward the big house.
The man drove his big truck down the road and was able to jump-start Beau’s vehicle. Meanwhile, Beau walked around the barn, and then toward the house and took as many photos as he wanted. He also photographed a big weeping willow near the stables, and tried to capture the horses and the wide fields in the distance.
Mr. Wayne oriented Beau on how to reach the city, and told him to come back whenever he wanted and show him the pictures. He wanted a nice picture to hang on the wall, and Beau promised he would find the best one.
“Thank you so much for your help, sir,” said Beau humbly, trying to hide his excitement when the man squeezed his hand again. The big masculine fingers enveloped his soft palm and made him twitch a little.
“You’re welcome, boy.” Mr. Wayne smirked suggestively, and observed Beau as he drove down the road and disappeared.
As Beau drove through the city streets and the downtown buildings floated past him, he could not take Mr. Wayne out of his mind. He wondered if the man was married, and what sort of life he lived on the farm.
He continued to think about Mr. Wayne as he showered in the bathroom of his tiny apartment. He touched himself gently and images of the man’s big hairy arms and broad shoulders floated inside his head. His smooth dick twitched uncontrollably in his hand, and he drove himself to a quiet orgasm.
The next day, he looked at the map on his phone and drove carefully back to the farm, with a big 20×20 picture in the back of the car. The image showed the best angle he was able to select: a wide landscape featuring the red barn, the white colonial house and the stables in the distance.
Mr. Wayne smiled and patted him on the shoulder many times when he saw the picture, making him blush and feel a little awkward.
“Thank you so much, Beau,” said Mr. Wayne. “You’re a talented photographer. How much did that cost?”
“It was an honor, sir. It’s a gift,” said Beau quickly.
“Really, buddy?” Mr. Wayne squeezed his shoulder harder and smirked.
“Yes, sir,” said Beau. He looked down at the man’s fat bulge again and nodded a little.
“Well, thank you… Follow me, boy,” said Mr. Wayne.
Mr. Wayne walked toward the red barn and Beau followed him without question. His heart beat faster with every step. The man took him to the back of the barn, where nobody would bother them.
Mr. Wayne unbuttoned his pants and his hardening member bounced free in the air. His penis was incredibly long and girthy. The head had the shape of a bell, covered in a thick and veiny foreskin. The juicy shaft was slightly curved to the right. The balls were large, low-hanging eggs. His crotch was bushy, but not excessively hairy.
“Make me feel good,” asked Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
Beau felt his face blush again, and his mouth watered more as he stared at the big cock in front of him. It was love at first sight. He kneeled in front of that handsome man.
Mr. Wayne grabbed his hair carefully and touched his face. The man shoved his big cock inside his mouth and started thrusting gently with one hand on the back of his head. Beau could only swallow half of the huge shaft before he started gagging. He tasted the hot, warm flesh on his tongue. It was sweaty and musky, and also hard and masculine. He could feel the intense heat emanate from the man’s underwear.
“Do you like that?” asked Mr. Wayne.
Beau nodded and moaned on Mr. Wayne’s cock and kept sucking. He adored the taste of big sweaty cock. He could not believe his luck. Mr. Wayne had the smell of a real man.
Mr. Wayne let out a chuckle and grabbed Beau’s head with both hands. He took advantage of the opportunity and fucked Beau’s mouth hard and steady, making his nuts slap on his chin. Mr. Wayne’s hot and veiny cock felt amazing. Beau whimpered and sucked obediently, creating a perfect suction for the hot shaft.
“Fuck yeah, taste that cock,” encouraged Mr. Wayne.
Beau gagged happily on the man’s tool and swirled his tongue around the head. Mr. Wayne let out a deep groan and shook his hips back and forth, and left and right, making his sausage dance inside Beau’s mouth. Seeing Beau blink and gag on his prick seemed to make him even hornier.
Mr. Wayne took his dick out for a moment, causing a loud pop. He hocked a loogie and the big wad fell right onto his cockhead. He smirked and shoved his prick into Beau’s mouth again, and fucked it faster. Beau did not protest. Mr. Wayne grabbed his head firmly and started poking his throat confidently. Beau let out gagging sounds and started drooling on the rock-hard shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good. Take that dick in the back of your throat, come on… that’s it… let me use that throat, buddy…” said Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
Feeling a tight throat around his proud cock, Mr. Wayne let out a guttural sound of pleasure and fucked even faster. Beau swallowed his cock balls deep and kept taking it eagerly. His round glasses became foggy with his own hot breath. Mr. Wayne looked slightly surprised and proud, and Beau could suddenly taste the precum coating the back of his throat.
“Look up here,” said Mr. Wayne.
Beau looked up with hungry eyes, the fat cock planted inside his throat. His eyes were watery and pleading for more. He felt his cheeks become bright red, and the man smirked at him.
“You’re my cocksucker now, buddy,” said Mr. Wayne confidently. “You’re my personal cocksucker. I own your mouth now…”
Beau nodded and moaned with joy, and gagged on Mr. Wayne’s large prick. He felt as if he had found his new calling – an incredible gem hidden in the depths of the countryside.
Mr. Wayne grabbed Beau’s head with both hands and closed his eyes, and started happily throatfucking him with all his might, deeply enjoying the sensation around his throbbing wood. He massaged his cock with Beau’s mouth for a good twenty minutes, until he was satisfied enough, and then he reached the point of no return.
“Get ready, buddy. I’m gonna shoot,” he warned with a big smile.
Beau sensed the big burly body in front of him contract and vibrate, as the jets left the big cock and spurted directly into his throat. The man fucked the semen down his throat, making him choke and lose his breath. It felt like the hottest thing in the world, having such a potent, steamy slab throb on his tongue, as it shot endless spurts of spunk.
Beau swallowed every drop of the endless liquid, and kept sucking gently on the knob as he felt the last few jets slide down his throat. Mr. Wayne quietly enjoyed the sensation of a long and powerful orgasm.
Beau finished swallowing the thick cum and then started sucking gently on Mr. Wayne’s sweaty nuts. The man let out a happy chuckle and enjoyed the sensation of having his ballsack cleaned. His softening cock lay comfortably on Beau’s face as he sucked and slurped the warm nuts.
“Does that taste good?” asked Mr. Wayne.
“Yes, sir, I love your taste,” said Beau between licks.
“Good boy… you’re such a good boy…” sang Mr. Wayne while patting Beau’s head. “You’re a good cocksucker. Do you want to be my personal cocksucker?” he asked warmly.
“Yes, sir, please,” said Beau eagerly. “This is the best cock in the whole world.” He felt a tear run down his cheek.
Beau felt strangely warm and happy inside. He wanted to hug Mr. Wayne’s waist and make love to his cock for hours. His own dick twitched happily inside his pants. Instead, Mr. Wayne grabbed his arm and helped him stand up.
Mr. Wayne followed Beau back to his car. He patted Beau on the back and thanked him for the experience. He stared at Beau intensely, and Beau suddenly felt his heart beat faster again.
“Tell me, Beau, do you have a proper job?” asked Mr. Wayne over the car window.
“N-not really, sir… I just take pictures.” Beau looked down at the steering wheel.
“How about you come back tomorrow and start working for me?” asked Mr. Wayne casually.
Beau’s face lit up and he looked at Mr. Wayne and smiled.
“Really? But sir… Mr. Wayne, I don’t know if I’m good for the job,” said Beau frankly. “I’m just a city boy, I mean – I’m just Beau,” he explained.
Mr. Wayne stared at him and smirked. His handsome eyes glinted and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know. Come back tomorrow, alright?”
Beau shrugged and tried to give him a humble smile.
“Thank you, sir, I will, sir,” said Beau.
“Alright, be safe, buddy,” said Mr. Wayne.
And Beau’s car took the road and the farm slowly disappeared in the distance.
Beau had a tense night in his small and noisy apartment. He could not sleep properly, wondering if Mr. Wayne was a fever dream and a product of his imagination. The taste of strong semen still lingered in his mouth. He could not stop thinking about Mr. Wayne’s sweaty cock and balls, wishing the man was there with him to shove his member in his mouth all night long.
The next morning, he got out of bed earlier and took a long shower, and massaged his slim and smooth body with shampoo. He ate breakfast at the nearby cafe, and then went back to his room and brushed his teeth. He wore a light flannel, some blue jeans and brown boots, and observed himself in the mirror. It looked appropriate and cute enough for the job.
He drove quickly back to the farm. When he arrived, Mr. Wayne was walking outside and orienting two young guys on how to mend a white fence. The man touched them on the waist and the shoulder, and said “good boys”.
Beau parked his car and walked up to Mr. Wayne. The man saw him and shook his hand – a warm and strong grip – and guided him into the barn without saying a word. Mr. Wayne said he should start working immediately, and that he did not allow procrastination in his farm.
“From now on, you’re my barn boy,” said Mr. Wayne seriously. “Your job is to take care of the food and the water, groom and tack the horses and clean the stalls, and keep everything else clean and organized. The payment is good for a young and healthy boy like you.”
“Thank you so much, sir,” said Beau humbly.
Mr. Wayne spent the day teaching Beau everything he needed to know. He held Beau close and showed him all the tools he would use. He oriented Beau on how to organize the area and how to keep things clean. Beau nodded happily and learned fast. Mr. Wayne seemed proud of him, and patted him on the head a few times.
“I see you’re a fast learner,” said Mr. Wayne with a happy smile. “I’m sure you will learn how to serve me properly.”
Mr. Wayne introduced Beau to his other employees and his two brothers, Mark and Tony. He told them Beau was the son of an old friend, and that he was willing to employ him for the summer. The men smirked when they learned Beau was the new barn boy.
Mr. Wayne’s brothers were both handsome and masculine, but younger. Beau learned from them that Mr. Wayne was a single man, and that he had inherited the farm and the family business after the death of his father. Beau also observed that most employees were quite young and good-looking, and that Mr. Wayne was rather demanding and physical around them.
At the end of that day, Mr. Wayne visited the barn again and inspected all the work. He patted Beau on the head and took him to the back of the building.
“Make me feel good again,” said the man.
Mr. Wayne held his big hardening cock and beat Beau’s face with it.
“Yes, sir, of course,” said Beau.
Beau opened his mouth and sucked the sweat off Mr. Wayne’s member. He cupped Mr. Wayne’s balls with his warm hands, making the man release a moan of pleasure. Mr. Wayne grabbed his head with both hands, and started thrusting in a delicious motion.
“Keep rubbing those balls,” he instructed and increased the pace.
Beau massaged the warm balls as the man shoved his girthy erection into his mouth. The man seemed to relax and lose control of his inhibitions. He let out a deep grunt and fucked Beau’s mouth with gusto. He made his nuts slap Beau’s chin again, over and over.
Mr. Wayne enjoyed invading Beau’s mouth fast, and knowing that Beau craved the taste of his sweaty cock seemed to make him more comfortable. But he took a long time to cum. He seemed determined to make Beau take his cock for a long while and train him to be a proper cocksucker.
Mr. Wayne fucked Beau’s throat for forty minutes – and by the end, Beau was practically begging for his semen. His round glasses were all foggy and his face was red like a wet tomato, and Mr. Wayne grinned at him lewdly. He poked Beau’s throat until his gag reflex was completely gone, and then finally shot a big creamy load down his throat.
“Good boy, buddy, good boy…” Mr. Wayne patted Beau’s head gently and helped him stand up. “You’re a good pal and I’m so happy to be your new boss. Thank you for swallowing my spunk.”
“You’re welcome, sir! I’m so lucky to be your new barn boy… and… and to swallow your spunk.” Beau blushed.
“Aw, good job, buddy. Don’t be shy. You did a good job and I’m proud of you,” encouraged Mr. Wayne.
“T-thank you so much, sir. It’s my honor to work for you, sir,” said Beau eagerly.
That night in the apartment, as the cars and motorcycles roared in the distance, Beau lay in bed with a happy smile. He felt lucky to have a new boss and a real man to orient him. His cute dick twitched under the blanket, and he slowly fell asleep and dreamed of big manly balls.
The next few days were very fun and intense. Beau always showed up to work on time and did his daily chores, while Mr. Wayne took care of his own responsibilities, but always keeping an eye on Beau from a distance and observing his work.
On Friday, the sun was particularly hot, so Mr. Wayne snapped his fingers and Beau came running.
“Boy, bring me a cold bottle of water. My balls are dripping.”
“Yes, sir, right away, sir,” said Beau respectfully.
Beau turned around and ran to the house. He heard Mr. Wayne make a comment about his “plump butt”, and that made him blush. He suddenly wondered if Mr. Wayne was into plowing butts.
Mr. Wayne ordered Beau around a few more times just to have another look at his backside. “Boy, bring me a beer,”… “Boy, clean that up,” he commanded. Beau noticed Mr. Wayne’s intentions, and kept bouncing his butt around the farm. When he leaned in to clean a stall in the barn, Mr. Wayne stared at him openly and his blue eyes glinted as a threat.
The man waited until Beau finished his work, and then demanded his daily blowjob at the back of the barn. Beau eagerly gagged on his man sausage, and Mr. Wayne swiftly leaned in to have another look. Beau was on his knees and his butt was innocently tilted in the air, so the man could see his peachy crack coming out of his pants. Mr. Wayne poked his throat faster to make him gag and shake his ass a little. He focused on Beau’s crack and kept pounding his mouth until the sunset came.
“Oh, fuck, swallow that fucking spunk,” said Mr. Wayne a little too loud.
Beau choked on the big load, but swallowed every drop. Mr. Wayne helped him stand up and patted him on the butt.
“Good job, buddy, good job,” he squeezed Beau’s right cheek a little.
“Thank you, Mr. Wayne, sir, it’s a pleasure,” said Beau in a breathy voice. His face was all red and sweaty.
Mr. Wayne took a deep breath and looked around to see if anybody was nearby. He then proceeded to make a bold offer.
“Beau, you’ve done a good job as my barn boy, and you deserve a reward. How about a promotion?” He leaned in and talked in Beau’s ear. “I want you as my personal butt boy,” he said firmly.
Beau blushed like a tomato and trembled a little.
“Your personal b-butt boy? Does that mean…?”
“That means you will make me feel good with your butt,” replied Mr. Wayne.
“W-wow, sir… I don’t know what to say…” Beau stuttered.
“Is that a problem?” asked Mr. Wayne.
“Sir… I… It’s an honor, but… your cock is so big, I don’t know if it will fit,” said Beau finally.
Mr. Wayne smirked and gave him a big warm hug. He enveloped Beau in his hairy arms and squeezed his ass with all his might.
“Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll make it fit,” he said warmly.
Mr. Wayne gave Beau a few instructions for his new role. First, he told Beau to start a light diet and to make sure his fiber intake was high. He told Beau he was not allowed to eat fast food anymore. Second, he gave Beau some extra money so he could get his body waxed. He wanted Beau to be perfectly smooth from the neck down. Third, he told Beau to clean his butt every morning before work and to train himself in the shower.
Beau absorbed every instruction and nodded eagerly. He felt equally nervous and excited to start his new role. His dick twitched the entire weekend, as he read tutorials on how to properly prepare your butt for large cocks. Beau did not have a lot of experience with taking dicks, especially big dicks. He had never been fucked by a real man before, so he was a little nervous.
After eating a salad, he went to a nearby salon and let the lady wax his entire body until he was completely smooth. He tried to ignore the pain, as having a perfect skin was more important. On his way home he stopped at a sex shop and bought a little butt plug and some lube.
Later he felt his super smooth skin in the shower and his dick twitched. His fingers slid like butter through his peachy crack, causing a heavenly sensation. He washed himself carefully, feeling the warm water and the shampoo massage his airtight entrance.
Then he spread his cheeks and fingered himself using a little bit of lube, and inserted the small butt plug carefully. He wanted to relax his hole just enough for a smooth penetration, but to also keep it tight for Mr. Wayne’s pleasure.
He got out of the shower and walked around the bedroom with the toy inside his bum. He applied his moisturizing lotion all over his body, and especially over his buttocks to make them feel extra soft. He suddenly smiled a little and felt proud of himself. Now he knew how to be perfectly smooth and clean for Mr. Wayne.
Beau spent the entire weekend eating light salads and oats and making sure his butt was perfectly clean and hairless. On Monday morning, he woke up earlier and took a long steaming shower. Then he stretched his pucker with the butt plug for about twenty minutes, and applied an extra layer of lube inside himself before he dressed up. He felt so nervous he could not eat much, so he drove earlier to the farm.
When he arrived, it was raining profusely, and he ran straight into the barn. Tony was waiting for him with his horse. He told Beau to clean and feed the horse and to wait for Mr. Wayne’s return – the farmer had left earlier with Mark to rescue two cows that were stuck in the mud.
Beau took care of the horse the best he could. The animal was covered in mud, and he imagined Mr. Wayne and his brother would be in a similar situation. He let the horse eating hay inside the cleanest stall, and realized he would have to take care of the other stalls after his boss arrived – the floor was fairly muddy and messy with hay and manure.
Beau spent the next two hours piling up the hay, replenishing the water in all the stalls and trying to brush and calm down Tony’s horse, as the animal seemed more and more irritated with every thunder. Beau started sweating and his boots were now covered in mud, and he suddenly wondered what he was doing in that farm in the middle of nowhere, and whether he should just go home.
As he fed the horse a third apple, he suddenly heard a galloping at the entrance, and Mr. Wayne arrived alongside his brother. Both men were covered in water and mud, and their animals were fairly agitated. Mr. Wayne took about five minutes to calm down his brown horse as his brother laughed and tried to help him.
“Is everything alright, sir?” asked Beau, walking out of the stall.
Mr. Wayne looked around and finally saw Beau, and his posture switched from tense to confident and relaxed. The man smirked and spoke in a jovial tone.
“Yes, everything’s fine, boy,” he chuckled and looked suggestively at his brother. “We were just saving some cows.”
Mark looked intensely at Beau and grinned.
“Alright, I’ma find Tony and something to eat,” said Mark.
“And take a shower,” added Mr. Wayne. “Don’t mess up my living room.”
“That too,” said Mark as he walked out of the barn.
Mr. Wayne waited a few seconds, then looked back at Beau and grinned.
“Are you ready to be my butt boy?” asked Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
“Y-yes, sir… I followed your instructions.” Beau felt his face blush as he looked down at the man’s muddy boots. “But the rain, and all the mud, sir… I’m sorry I’m not clean enough for you.”
Mr. Wayne stared at Beau intensely and suddenly adjusted his cock inside his pants.
“It’s alright, buddy, I still need a butt to fuck.” Mr. Wayne tapped Beau’s shoulder and squeezed him.
The man stood right in front of him, and suddenly took off his wet shirt. Beau gasped a little. Mr. Wayne’s large torso was both muscular and hairy, and all wet with sweat and the rain. The water dripped from his juicy chest and down his prominent beer belly. His potent arms glistened like sculptures, and the bushy hair came out of his armpits.
“Wow… sir, you’re so strong,” Beau let out.
“I know, boy.” Mr. Wayne grabbed Beau’s neck with his big warm hand and squeezed him again. “Are you ready to get buttfucked?”
Beau choked and felt his face burn. He grabbed Mr. Wayne’s big strong hairy wrist and begged for air.
“Yes, sir… please,” he was able to mutter.
Mr. Wayne let out a cheesy chuckle and pushed him into the dirty empty stall. Beau was manhandled and forced to fall down on his hands and knees. He felt the mud and the hay on his palms and legs, and the musky smells around him.
Mr. Wayne grabbed his waist and ripped off his pants in one swift motion. The sound echoed on the walls. Beau whimpered and felt a large wad of hot saliva fall right over his tight pucker. The man unzipped his dirty pants and his big hard schlong came out and slapped Beau’s crack.
“I’m gonna fuck my butt boy real hard,” said Mr. Wayne in a horny grunt.
Beau felt one big hand on his back, pushing his face against the hay. Another hand surrounded his waist and forced him to tilt his butt up in the air.
Mr. Wayne positioned his big manly thighs between Beau’s legs and forced them to spread wide open.
“Memorize that position,” said Mr. Wayne. “Ass up, face down, legs spread. Got it, boy?”
“Yes, sir… but please… have mercy,” begged Beau all of a sudden.
“Mercy? I don’t think so, you little slut,” said Mr. Wayne.
Beau felt nervous and conflicted. He was afraid of what would happen next, afraid that Mr. Wayne would obliterate him. At the same time, his dick twitched inadvertently and his hole itched. What if Mr. Wayne was too big and too hard? What if Mr. Wayne hurt his butt and made him walk funny?
He felt all dirty and shameful, as if people were watching him. As if they knew what was about to happen and would point fingers at him and laugh. “There goes Mr. Wayne’s butt boy, about to get porked!” he imagined people saying. He thought about the two young employees and the way Mr. Wayne touched them deliberately, and it all suddenly clicked. He thought about the way Mr. Wayne’s brothers smirked and snickered behind him. It all made sense.
He felt the big hot head knock on his airtight entrance, pressuring him to open up, pressuring him to give in. Mr. Wayne started forcing his big throbbing tool against his hole, ready to open him up and ravage him for a while.
“Relax that hole, boy, come on,” said Mr. Wayne. The man grabbed Beau’s waist with both hands and added more pressure. “You better relax that hole, come on. Push, boy, push…” the man sang in a lewd tone.
“Ow, sir, it hurts!” said Beau as he felt his hole spread apart and welcome Mr. Wayne’s big throbbing head.
“Aw, poor you,” said Mr. Wayne. “Don’t worry, bud, you’re gonna feel better in a second. Relax that hole for me, come on. Take that big dick, boy.”
“Ow, ow, ow…” moaned Beau.
“Come on, you little tease, take my big dick,” said the man in his ear. His low and deep voice caused goosebumps all over Beau’s body. “Open your little pussy for me. Come on, open up. You better relax and let me in, you little slut…”
Beau moaned and twitched around Mr. Wayne’s big sausage. His own dick twitched pathetically inside his pants, betraying him. The big wet man enveloped him, almost lying on top of him, forcing him down with his large hot body; the big hairy arms dirty with mud hugging his torso and controlling his waist, forcing him to present his butt and spread his legs wider.
Beau let out a pathetic scream and finally felt the big cock break in and slide right into his butt. The big hard rod invaded his ass in a swift and hot motion – luckily all the lube he had used earlier helped, as well as Mr. Wayne’s hot spit.
“Oh my… fuck,” Beau let out, feeling the last inch slide into him.
“Good boy…” Mr. Wayne chuckled in his ear and moved his hips in a big thrust.
“Ah!” Beau screamed as he felt two large hairy balls against his smooth taint.
Mr. Wayne pulled out his big cock almost all the way out, and then shoved it inside again in a big powerful thrust.
“Aaah! Please…” Beau was seeing stars.
“What’s the matter, buddy? Too much for you?” provoked Mr. Wayne in his ear.
The man grabbed his neck hard and started thrusting into him. Beau was covered in masculine sweat and mud, his face shoved against the dirty ground.
“Come on, just relax and take it,” encouraged Mr. Wayne. “Make me feel good with your butt, come on. Massage my big sausage with your butt, slut boy…”
“Y-yes, sir… t-thank you, sir,” moaned Beau. He tried to relax his hole the best he could and realized the more he did, the less it hurt.
Mr. Wayne chuckled in his ear and said many dirty things to him. After a few minutes of stretching, Beau felt the pain slowly go away. Mr. Wayne made sure to hug him and encouraged him to relax and take it. His only option was to obey and relax.
The man started fucking him fast and steady, making their bodies clap with every collision. Beau blushed more and was grateful the rain was so loud outside. Their bodies clapped very loud and made a dirty lewd sound of buttfucking, and Mr. Wayne seemed to enjoy it and kept provoking him in his ear.
“Take that big dirty dick, you pussy boy. You’re all mine, buddy. Do you hear that? You’re all mine and nobody else will fuck you. I’m gonna split you in half every day. I own you… I’m gonna teach you a lesson, you little slut…”
“Sir, please… have mercy,” moaned Beau.
“No mercy for slutty butt boys,” replied Mr. Wayne between big loud thrusts. “You’re gonna learn a lesson for being such a cock tease, you little faggot…”
Mr. Wayne put a big warm hand over Beau’s mouth and started ravaging his butt without mercy. He covered and muffled Beau’s loud moans and gave it to him. He plowed Beau so hard he started seeing stars.
Beau had never felt so overwhelmed before. His entire body was dirty and sweaty and his knees burned with the pressure. His dick twitched almost to the point of an orgasm, but he could not touch it. Mr. Wayne enveloped him and lay on top of him, using his big hairy belly to pin him down more and more.
The pressure finally broke Beau and he lay flat on the ground. Mr. Wayne spread his legs wider using his big manly thighs and kept pounding and stretching with gusto. The pressure forced Beau’s boner against the hard floor and he suddenly lost it. He felt the warm sensation build up inside his groin, and a second later he was spurting uncontrollably, leaking cum and making his hole twitch hard against Mr. Wayne’s big manly schlong.
“Aw… you’re leaking, buddy? What’s the matter? Too hard, huh?” provoked Mr. Wayne.
“Fuuuck… sir…” cried Beau as the orgasm ravaged his senses.
“That’s it, cum on my cock. Admit it… admit I’m too much for you,” the man mocked in his ear.
“You’re too much for me, sir…” said Beau, stroking the man’s ego further.
“Yeah, admit it, princess… come on my cock, little loser,” sang Mr. Wayne.
“Yes, sir, fuuuck… you win, sir, you win,” moaned Beau as the last spurt left his dick.
“Damn right, buddy. I always win, remember that… now take it,” said Mr. Wayne as he intensified the thrusting.
Beau lay down defeated. His body relaxed and felt all limp and warm, as Mr. Wayne increased the pace and started really ravaging his buttocks. He was sure someone would hear the sound.
Mr. Wayne fucked him so hard and for so long that he lost track of time. The rain stopped and a big bright sun appeared high up in the sky. The farm was suddenly covered in a warm and shiny light. The birds sang in the distance. But the anal sex did not stop. The man kept pounding his butt for what felt like three hours.
The ground suddenly felt hot and cozy. Mr. Wayne’s big hairy body felt so incredible on top of him, enveloping him in a big masculine hug, in a nonstop buttfucking motion, stretching him further and reshaping his hole forever.
“Fuck, that feels so good, boy,” said Mr. Wayne all of a sudden. “I’m about to nut in your pussy. Come on, praise me, tell me I’m the best.”
“You’re the best, sir! You’re the best man in the whole world!” confessed Beau. “Please nut in my pussy, sir, please…”
“Yeah… keep going, boy…”
“You’re the alpha, sir! You’re so big and strong, sir… You’re a real man and I’m your pussy boy!” cried Beau.
“Oh, fuck!” shouted Mr. Wayne.
The man grunted really loud and exploded in a big and long orgasm. He thrust his hips hard against Beau’s red butt cheeks, and shot endless jets of hot sperm deep inside. Beau’s mouth hung open in a mixture of shock and delight – he could not believe he made Mr. Wayne feel so much pleasure. He felt almost proud of himself.
Mr. Wayne bit his neck hard and roared into him, enjoying his powerful orgasm.
“Fuck… yeah… fuck, boy, that was sweet,” said Mr. Wayne as he lay flat on top of Beau, his entire manly body squishing Beau against the ground. “That was the smoothest and tightest hole of my life. Thank you, buddy…”
“Y-you’re welcome, sir…” Beau whispered.
“Good boy…” Mr. Wayne whispered back.
The man helped Beau stand up and inspected his entire body for bruises. Thankfully, Beau was not hurt at all – apart from having a very loose butthole. Mr. Wayne smirked and patted Beau on the head several times.
“Good job. I think you deserve a reward,” said the man warmly.
Mr. Wayne raised one arm and exposed his big hairy armpit. With one hand he grabbed Beau’s head and pulled him in. Beau felt the warm sweaty armpit on his face and almost melted.
“Sniff, boy. Sniff my man scent,” said Mr. Wayne sternly.
Beau took a big sniff of the musky smell. It was strangely dirty and strong, like a beastly aphrodisiac. His dick throbbed all of a sudden, and he could not get enough of it. He inhaled Mr. Wayne’s strong scent over and over again – it was all he could breathe and it left him addicted. His mouth watered and he suddenly tasted the warm sweat on his soft tongue. He lapped as much sweat as he could, like a desperate pup, until Mr. Wayne chuckled and caressed his head proudly.
For the next two weeks, Mr. Wayne visited the barn daily and used his butt boy as he pleased. Sometimes, the man required a long and wet blowjob. Other times, he enjoyed getting his big cock massaged before a long fucking session. Sometimes, he simply entered the barn and invaded Beau’s butt without ceremony.
Overall, it was pretty obvious to everyone on the farm that Mr. Wayne and his barn boy had become best friends. The men smirked and grinned when they saw Beau, and made comments about a certain loose hole. Beau realized the comments did not bother him much. In fact, they made his dick twitch a little. He was almost proud of being Mr. Wayne’s favorite boy.
Beau walked around the farm with a stretched butthole and kept doing his regular job, cleaning the barn and taking care of the horses. When Mr. Wayne was in a good mood, he told Beau to bring his camera and take pictures of the farm and its surroundings. The man took him for a walk, into the tall bushes and past the river, and fucked him over the grass. Beau lay flat on his stomach and Mr. Wayne lay on top of him and fucked him loudly. The big hairy butt cheeks bounced up and down as their bodies clapped.
On a sunny Monday afternoon, Tony walked into the barn and told Beau that his brother was waiting for him inside the house. Beau raised an eyebrow, but Tony smirked and shrugged, and did not say anything.
Beau entered the big white colonial house and looked for Mr. Wayne in the living room. The man spread his big legs on the wide leather couch; his arms lay comfortably on the back. He was wearing his casual work clothes – a sweaty dress shirt, blue jeans and big leather boots, and a black cap.
“Sit down, buddy,” said Mr. Wayne, tapping the seat next to him.
Beau gulped and obeyed. He sat awkwardly by the man’s side and looked at him inquiringly. The man smirked, grabbed the remote and started watching TV. The room was fairly spacious, with a wooden coffee table in the center, a wide dark rug and a large flat screen on the wall. Beau’s picture of the farm hung on a side wall.
“You’ve been promoted as my new house boy,” said Mr. Wayne all of a sudden.
“Sir?” asked Beau. He was not aware that role even existed.
“Being my house boy means you get to cook and clean for me, and serve me as I wish. You are also required to suck my dick and get buttfucked whenever I want,” explained Mr. Wayne casually. He scratched his beard and spread his legs wider.
“Wow, sir… I don’t know what to s-say…” Beau stuttered.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll learn your obligations quickly, since you are moving in. You’ll have enough time to learn how to serve me,” said the man sternly.
“I’m moving in, sir?”
“Yes, you are. Unless you prefer sleeping in your little apartment and driving back and forth every day?” said Mr. Wayne. His tone indicated he had already decided Beau’s faith. “I want to train you to be my best servant, and I believe you have the potential for the job. What do you say?”
“Sir… I… I’m…” Beau tried to think fast, but the words did not come out.
Mr. Wayne placed a hand on his shoulder and patted him a few times, making his body jump and tremble warmly.
“What do you say, Beau? Yes or no?” the man asked sternly, looking deep into Beau’s eyes.
Beau almost melted immediately, but he was not sure of his own destiny. Working for Mr. Wayne was his favorite job, and he practically worshiped the man, but moving to that house, so far away from the city life, was a big decision. He would have to say goodbye to his past life and his friends… and what about his dream of becoming a professional photographer?
On the other hand, his dick twitched uncontrollably with the thought of being Mr. Wayne’s full-time boy. At that moment, there was nothing he wanted more in the whole world.
“Y-yes, sir! Yes!” Beau finally let out.
“Good boy,” Mr. Wayne showed an evil grin as he squeezed Beau’s shoulder, and then gave him a light and warm face slap of approval. “You get the guest room upstairs.”
Beau’s heart beat faster and his face blushed slightly, and he was not completely sure he was making the right choice, but living for Mr. Wayne would be an absolute honor.
“Let’s get started. Rule number one: bring me a beer,” said Mr. Wayne.
“Yes, sir… right away.” Beau stood up and walked quickly toward the kitchen.
Mr. Wayne’s house was comfortably large, warm and masculine, since he lived by himself and was often accompanied by his brothers. Beau calculated it would take a lot of work to keep everything clean and tight, including the rooms upstairs. The kitchen island and the sink were fairly messy with boxes, tools and dirty dishes, and he figured he would have to clean that mess as soon as possible.
He grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and walked back into the living room.
Mr. Wayne swiftly grabbed the beer from his hand and took a sip. Then he rested one leg above the coffee table and pointed to the ground.
“Rule number two: rub my feet,” he said casually.
Beau kneeled in front of the table and carefully removed Mr. Wayne’s big leather boot. A big and wide foot covered with a black sock popped out, and a warm and light sweaty smell involved Beau’s nose and strangely made his mouth water. He looked at the man and he nodded.
He removed the black sock slowly, revealing the red sole and the long toes. The foot was massive and masculine like the rest of Mr. Wayne’s body. There was hair on the top, and sock lint on the bottom. The man wiggled his toes and Beau found it hard to look away from them. He grabbed the big foot with both hands and started rubbing carefully.
Mr. Wayne let out a sigh of relaxation. Beau massaged the warm sole with circular movements of his thumbs, and then used his knuckles to release the tension on the heel. He intensely massaged the ball of the foot and even slid his fingers between the sweaty toes.
“You’re a natural,” said Mr. Wayne. “Keep going. Help me relax…”
“Thank you, sir, it’s an honor,” said Beau.
Mr. Wayne placed the other foot on the table and Beau repeated the process. He massaged the man’s feet for a whole hour, until his knees and hands started to hurt. Mr. Wayne sat comfortably on the couch and watched TV quietly.
“Rule number three,” said the man finally. “fuck off and get to work.” He winked.
Beau started with the kitchen. He washed the dishes and collected all the trash, until the place was practically empty and organized. Then he walked upstairs and cleaned Mr. Wayne’s bedroom – a cozy space with a large bed and a hidden bathroom.
The house had three bathrooms in total. Mr. Wayne’s was the largest, with a large bathtub. Another bathroom was at the end of the corridor, and a smaller bathroom was near the kitchen. Beau got on his hands and knees and cleaned all the toilets and the bathroom floors. He collected the dirty underwear and the sweaty shorts, and took them to the laundry room. He would have to wash them later.
He walked back to the kitchen by the end of the afternoon, and started cooking dinner. He was able to prepare beef, rice, mashed potatoes and a green salad.
He served Mr. Wayne at the dinner table, and then was invited to sit beside him and eat in silence. The man complimented his food until he blushed, but he knew he would have to learn new dishes to keep that big mountain satisfied.
Mr. Wayne ate a lot of food – much more than Beau could ever eat – and drank a glass of wine. He burped and smiled at Beau, and shoved another glass of wine in Beau’s hand.
“Drink, buddy. You’re gonna need it.” He grinned.
Beau looked at him, slightly confused, and then gulped the wine as fast as he could. He choked a little, and then showed the empty cup to Mr. Wayne.
“Now go upstairs and take a nice shower. Wait for me in the guest room. Prepare for a brutal longdicking,” Mr. Wayne commanded.
Beau felt his heart beat incessantly as he walked through the corridor, entered the bathroom and removed his clothes. He looked at his body in the mirror, slim and smooth, with a reddish tone from working under the sun. He took a steaming shower and washed his butt carefully. His smooth dick twitched up and down. His arms were shaking, in a mixture of fear and excitement. Mr. Wayne had used the word “brutal”, and he was about to find out what that meant.
He waited for the man on the soft mattress of the guest room, a smaller space at the end of the corridor, where he would now sleep. As he waited on his hands and knees, he felt the reality of that new life finally taking effect, and he wondered if that was the right thing to do. It was definitely the most exciting, he thought. He tilted his naked butt in the air, rested his face on the mattress, and waited for a while.
Mr. Wayne entered the room sometime later, and found him waiting there all naked, with his buttocks spread and his hole twitching. The man took off his shirt in a swift motion. He unzipped his pants and grabbed his massive hard sausage. He positioned himself behind Beau, grabbed the waist with both hands, and shoved his cock all the way inside.
“Knock knock, buddy,” said Mr. Wayne.
Beau let out a little whine and felt his poor hole burn and slowly accommodate the large invasion. Mr. Wayne gave him only a minute to adapt, and then started pounding fast and hard, making their bodies clap in a thunderous motion, and the bed squeak loudly – a lewd and nasty sound.
“Come on, bitch. Let it out, sing for me,” the man provoked.
Beau gave in and allowed himself to moan and scream like a bitch. Mr. Wayne released deep grunts of approval and kept banging as hard as possible, now determined to stretch Beau for his dominant pleasure. He fucked Beau from behind until it was past midnight; until their bodies were glistening with sweat and the entire room was covered in his masculine essence. He stepped on Beau’s face with his big manly foot, and kept fucking like a pro.
“Take that cock up your beta ass, bitch,” the man grunted in Beau’s ear.
“Oh, fuck… Mercy, sir! Please, mercy!”
Beau started to wonder when it would all stop. Mr. Wayne grabbed his body and threw him around like a rag doll, placing him on his back and folding his soft body. Beau’s legs rested on the big wide shoulders, and he could now see the large and muscular sweaty body on top of him. The hairy beast kept fucking with swagger for a long while, longdicking him hard and balls deep. The sweat dripped from that huge body and fell onto Beau’s face.
Mr. Wayne grinned and stared deep into his eyes. The man spread his hairy thighs wider and started plowing even stronger and louder, while observing every movement and sound he was able to provoke. Beau stared back in a trance, and moaned as loud as he could – long and weak sounds of sincere submission. The bed squeaked with every thrust he received.
Mr. Wayne leaned in and said dirty things in his ear.
“Do you like my big man sausage in your pussy? Do you like taking big man sausage, boy? Take that fat schlong in your pussy, princess…”
“Aaah…” moaned Beau.
It was past midnight, and the brutal fucking continued as hard and as loud as possible. Mr. Wayne lay on his back and made Beau lay on top of him, also on his back. The man passed his thick arms under Beau’s knees and folded him in a perfect full nelson. Beau felt his jaw drop in surprise, and could not help but whine like a bitch, as the man ravaged his hole again, the big hairy balls bouncing up and down with every thrust. Mr. Wayne would not stop fucking him anytime soon.
“Can you smell that stink in the air, boy? Can you smell my big sweaty nuts? Learn it, buddy. Ya gonna learn to crave it!” said Mr. Wayne lewdly.
Beau’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He was lost in that dazing, overwhelming sensation of being conquered. Yes, he could smell Mr. Wayne’s alpha scent in the air, and at that point, he desired more of it, and there was not a single inch of that man’s body he would not worship. His dick twitched pathetically in the air and finally spurted several jets of semen onto himself.
“That’s it, bitch boy. Cum on Daddy’s cock. That means you’re my bitch. Never forget that!” Mr. Wayne slapped Beau’s asscheek and kept fucking hard. “Take it! Take it! Take it!”
“Aaah! Thank you, sir! Thank you! I’m your bitch!” Beau cried in ecstasy, his hole twitching around Mr. Wayne’s fat dong.
After a while, Mr. Wayne grabbed Beau again and threw him flat on his stomach. The man lay on top of Beau, his entire weight crushing Beau against the soft sweaty mattress. The anal destruction continued hard and steady, and the bed squeaked even louder.
Mr. Wayne placed his big arms under Beau’s arms, and enveloped Beau’s neck with his big veiny hands. Beau almost lost his breath, but it was so overwhelming he could not even think about oxygen. His body was limp and soft, being hugged and crushed from behind by Mr. Wayne’s juicy, hairy and heavy body, bathed in masculine sweat. The man kept pounding his hole and stretching it to its limit, reshaping him, turning him into a personal fuckhole… thrusting and pounding for a long time… until he shouted.
“Fuck, boy! I’m gonna cum!” the man roared. “I’m about to nut in your pussy! Fuuuck yeah!”
“Aaah! Sir, please, cum in my pussy! Please cum deep in my pussy!” begged Beau.
“Fuuuck! I’m cumming, boy! Take my nut in your pussy!” Mr. Wayne shouted proudly, as his body spasmed in a thunderous orgasm.
Beau felt it. He felt the warm juice flood the depths of his tender walls, filling him up to the brim. His sloppy hole was inundated by a real man’s nut. Mr. Wayne panted on top of him, the big hairy belly glued against his back, his entire skin drenched in Mr. Wayne’s sweat.
The man approached his ear and spoke in a low, husky tone.
“I own you forever. Never forget that.”
Then his big sausage popped out of Beau’s butt, and the semen oozed out tenderly. Beau sensed it running down his crack and his taint.
“Good night, buddy,” said Mr. Wayne as he walked out of the room.
“Good night, Mr. Wayne,” said Beau drunkenly.
That night, Beau lay naked on the sweaty mattress. He was able to hear Mr. Wayne snoring in the distance, in his master bedroom, and it felt somehow comforting. He was covered in Mr. Wayne’s musk. His sheets and his white pillow emanated a rich masculine scent. He felt his hole throb, wet and warm and leaking a thick semen. He fell asleep and could still feel it throbbing the entire night.
When he woke up in the morning, he heard the birds sing and the rooster crow outside, and his hole was still throbbing. Mr. Wayne had stretched him for good. He giggled and got out of bed to prepare breakfast.