Farmworker Story (This is Gay/Explicit and to some 'Raunchy'

[KlepperGuy]

Over the years of being a Rubberist, I have seen the ever increasing number of farmers joining sites, usually linked to wellingtons and somtimes waders.
Often their interests involve waterproofs.

This is a story taken from the web in 1998, when I was a member of a Rubber Wellington/Waders and Gear Club.

Who wrote it ....I haven't got a clue. Did I enjoy it........Yes. that's why I saved it and read it frequently.

It is from 1998..........whoever wrote it might be old or even dead now, but putting it on here after 27 years, is my way of saying 'Thank you' and paying tribute to the writer (and writers), who have inspired so much pleasure for many of us over the years.

SO....BE WARNED THERE IS A RAUNCHY ELEMENT TO THE STORY AND TO A DEGREE IT IS EXPLICIT FROM A GAY POINT OF VIEW.

BUT LIKE MANY STORIES...... IT IS .......SHALL WE SAY 'FANTASY' WHICH MOST READERS OF STORIES WANT TO TAKE THEM OUT OF THEIR EVERYDAY RUN OF THE MILL LIVES.

Enjoy................ Klepperguy

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He got Rubberized as a Farm Worker

My name is Tony I was hungry; filthy dirty and out of luck as well as money I needed a job any job would do.

As I walked the country lanes, it was hard to be aware of the beauty that had always appealed to me while my stomach growled and my head itched until I came around a curve and discovered the well-kept lane leading up to a small farmhouse and barn.

The appeal was immediate it seemed strange that it was so quiet; actually I was surprised to even find it. This was a pretty isolated area where I had just been hoping to find an abandoned place to spend the night.

Walking up to the well-kept farmhouse I knocked on the door then I heard sounds of activity coming from the barn. I quickly walked the short distance and standing as straight as I could loudly rapped on the barn door.
"Excuse me is someone in here?" "What do you want? I'm busy,” a rich male voice echoed back from the gloomy interior.

"Sir, I am looking for work. I am an experienced farm hand Sir." "If you are so experienced boy why the hell are you all the way out here? Why I haven't had a visitor in more than a month." the older male voice came back at me.

"Well Sir I got into a bit of trouble, with the other lads in town," I said without really telling how I got into trouble. That subject I wanted to avoid as much as possible.

"Boy you aren't a thief are you? I would just as soon cut you throat than hire on a thief."
"No SIR it wasn't anything like that Sir you might just say we were playing a bit on the rough side Sir, and we ah got carried away."

There was dead silence in the barn, then suddenly an older, but very virile man came out to appraise me. He struck me instantly as the man I had been looking for all my life. He was tall and muscular but not overly so exactly as a hard working farmer should look. His skin was a deep bronze, and his hair short and greying. His deep blue eyes bore into me searching me out. There wasn't much resistance on my part as I was staring back quite blatantly for this man was covered in rubber! Black rubber bib overalls, a black rubber coat that hung open, long rubber gloves, rubber skullcap and very high rubber boots. He was covered in shit as he had been mucking out the pens.

"Well boy, I must say you are a sad sight to behold how long you been on the road?"
"Well Sir, two weeks, and I'm as hungry as I'm dirty." "Come in here boy and lets see what we can do about that." He led me into the barn that I found to be the most immaculate barn I had ever been in this man knew his business and wasted no time.

"Get over here boy so I can get a better look at you," "Yes Sir", I answered automatically
"Here boy grab that hose and clean this muck off of me. There is a brush over there, use that too." I grabbed the large soft brush and the hose and began working all of the manure off of this god of a man all covered in black shinny rubber carefully removing every bit and washing it down the trough that ran through the middle of the barn. Just touching this man had me hard instantly. The fact that I detected a few moans of pleasure as I scrubbed the muck from his crotch did not escape my attention either.

"That's good enough boy now give me the hose." He took the hose and turned it on me, throwing a bar of soap from a shelf my way. "Take those filthy clothes off boy and get yourself clean,” he ordered. "Off sir? Here Now? " I said, not quiet believing what I heard.

"Yes, NOW boy if you want to stay here I will not tolerate a slob. That hair of yours has to go to boy it is a tangled mess. Come here let me take care of that for you." I was held hostage by the power in his voice and the command he already held over me. "Yes Sir."
I stripped my clothes off and tossed them to the side my hard on now very evident.

"Hmm in trouble with the boys was it?" He asked as he stared at my apparent erection. "You aren't being too specific their boy" "No Sir, I am not and would like to keep it that way for now Sir!" I boldly shot back. "Well, well, boy you do have some spirit in you, I like that!" "Now come here and let me get rid of that mop."

"Yes, Sir," I said as I came over to his side. The smell of his rubber, mixed with farm smells and sweat was intoxicating! He grabbed the sheep shears and held me in one arm pressing me into the intoxicating smell of his rubber clothing, just like he would a lamb, and took off all the hair on my head, leaving nice short stubble. My dick was responding and he was noticing that the next thing I knew his arm tightened around the clippers and me were finding their way down to my crotch. Before I could even react, a few quick swipes and my crotch hair was gone then any hair under my arms was removed.

"Much better boy, you don't need hair down there to attract critters either I believe in a clean body." he said with a wicked smile. "Now, get yourself cleaned up boy." He said as he turned the hose on me. After scrubbing and rinsing, I finally felt clean and seemed to meet this mans approval. He tossed a rubber jock strap that was very tight and rubber tee shirt followed by set of black rubber overalls and long sleeve black rubber gloves, as well as a pair of high rubber hip boots to put on plus a rubber skullcap. The overalls were a bit small, and the boots a bit big, but they at least covered me, and at the same time revealed the outline of my hard dick, now covered in black shiny rubber.

He smiled and stared me straight in the face. "What is your name boy?" "They called me Tony Sir." Call me Rider when you not calling me Sir. I think you will work out real well here Tony. Come with me boy and I'll fix you something to eat." I followed Rider, into his house where he sat me down and began to feed me my first real meal in weeks.

After dinner Rider showed me around his farm. He had sheep, cattle, a few horses and a variety of small livestock to tend as well as quit a few acres in various crops. He sent me out to fetch the cattle for milking, and I happily waded through the muddy fields and out into the pasture to open gates and bring the cattle in. Like most cows that needed milked they were ready and knew the routine to come into the barn.

They slowly plodded in and moved into their stalls with me following. Proudly I closed the metal tie stalls holding them in place and waited for further instructions.

What I got was a very ugly stare from Rider as he looked at the condition of my boots and overalls. His gaze followed the trail of mud I tromped into the barn. "Boy, this is a clean room, especially when I do milking. You obviously don't understand the importance of that. Get you arse over to that last stall. I am going to have to teach you a lesson if you are going remember this."

"Yes Sir," I said as I moved over to the empty stall on the end. "Put your head in that bracket boy, just like the cattle." he ordered. I looked in disbelief but did as he said. The metal clanged shut around my neck and he grabbed my wrists and tied them to the top. I was helpless.

Rider cleaned up my tracks and then began to hose down the cows, and wash their tits before putting the automatic milker on. When all the cattle were attended to he came over to me.

"Well boy, now for your lesson. Clean is the most important thing in this barn when it comes to milking, you can't contaminate the area with filth."

He grabbed the hose and began washing the mud off of my pants and boots. The force of water pulsing against my cock had it hard in a short time as he washed me until he was satisfied.

What really surprised me was when he came up to me and began to unfasten the shoulder straps of the bib pants. He pulled them down over my boots and looked at my raging hard dick.

"Well boy, I can see you need more attention than I figured. I want this lesson to really sink in. This is serious stuff boy." He grabbed that same bucket he used on the cattle's tits and began swabbing my cock. When he grabbed for the milker I was scared shitless.

"HEY you aren't going to put that thing on me are you?" You're dammed right I am boy and he thrust the milker on my hard dick. I let out a loud yelp as it grabbed hold and began sucking my whole tool inside the cylinder. It pulled and pulsed on my dick. I was getting milked along with the cows in the barn. I began moaning and pulling against the neck holder, but I could not free myself.

"Well boy, you got to learn this is my farm, and I am in charge. I expect you to be clean and respectful, you understand that?"

"Yes Sir, I do!" I moaned as the milker relentlessly sucked on me. "I am glad to hear that boy, but just to make sure I am going to beat it into you too. How many swats do you think it will take to cement my expectations in your head boy?"
My mind raced I was sure this was a test of my willingness to comply.

I was breathing hard and it was tough to think with the milker demanding my attention. I was very close to Cumming and gasped out "Ten should be sufficient Sir and thank you for correcting me Sir." I said, hoping to please this man.

"Well boy I will be surprised if you can take ten, I expected you to take maybe 5, but if you can take 10 I will be very pleased." He took off the wide leather belt that he had on around his rubber pants and began wrapping the buckle end around his hand. He pulled back and let a hard one slap across my arse. I could feel the heat and the welt beginning to form across my arse cheek. I screamed and pulled back at the flash of pain, but I did not beg him to stop. Instead I managed to thank him for the swat. The next nine followed in fast succession with me screaming and pulling against the bars. I was nearly exhausted, wobbly on my feet and the fact that I was still excited did not go unnoticed. I was crying heavily now, but I never gave in to my fears and pain. Within moments of finishing my whipping Farmer Rider was at my head, pulling it up.

"Well boy, I am mighty proud of you, taking 10 of my best. This will soon be over, and then we can rest. I want to see you cum now boy and you can help me finish off something you stirred up in me!"

He undid the shoulder strap of his bibs and dropped them to the floor, moving toward my face. His large heavily veined dick was hard and throbbing, and he moved it to my face. I looked up in amazement as he brought his wonderful dick to my lips. Greedily I took it into my mouth tasting his body salt and pre cum on the tip of his dick. I began sucking and licking for all I was worth.

As the milker brought me closer and closer to climaxing, so did I bring my new Master to a climax? Within minutes he was shooting a warm milky load into my mouth and I was shooting long hot streams into the milking machine. When we finally finished, my Master slowly pulled up his bibs, replaced the belt and then began to release me from my bondage. The milker was removed freeing me from its eternal sucking. I didn't even want to think about what it would be like hooked up to that machine for more than a short time. Images of hours, standing there, having it suck at my dick with out mercy gave me chills.

Gratefully without a word we finished up with the cattle, and got them to their stalls for the night. With his arm around my shoulder, and my head against his chest, Master Rider led me to the house for the evening. As we headed toward the house a sense of belonging and contentment began to surround me. This was the man I had been looking for; I wanted to belong to him forever.

Dinner was simple but filling and I cleaned up the kitchen without being directed. This seemed to make Master Rider happy. We went into the living room and I was directed to lay a good fire in the fireplace, which I happily did. Master settled into his obvious favourite chair, and directed me to sit at his feet where he idly began to rub the short fuzz on my head. All this time we had not removed any of the rubber covering our bodies, and as the room began to get warmer I found myself beginning to sweat. The aroma or rubber was heavy in the air, and as I buried my face into Master’s crotch I imagined myself in heaven.

Without thinking my hands went to my jacket and began to pull it off.
"What are you doing boy"? Master Rider asked. "It is getting a bit warm in here Sir, I was just going to take my jacket off".

"Boy, you do not do anything in my presence without permission. Not only do I want you to keep that jacket on, I want you to button it up"! He insisted.
I did as my new Master instructed and felt the warmth of the fire begin to create a sweaty environment for my tired body. Master Rider got up and went into another room, bringing back with him a box. As he settled back down in his chair, he began removing body restraints!

"Sir! What are those for? You are not going to put those on me?" I asked with a bit of a quiver in my voice. "Boy, they most certainly are going on you. If you don't like it, there is the door, leave now." I didn't leave; actually that thought had never entered my mind.

"I am sorry Sir, of course you may do what you want with me, I am only a runaway that you have taken in, and for that I am very grateful." I said. "Now that is a good attitude boy, gratitude and humbleness, very good combination"!

Without further words or resistance on my part, a latex hood was quickly placed over my head. There were no eye openings, but a nose and mouth. Even though I wanted this to happen, not being able to see was a bit scary to me and I began to struggle. Quickly his big hand landed across my face, smacking me into some sense. I stopped, and within seconds the hood was in place.

Next a heavy collar was locked around my neck and my arms pulled back and attached to a piece that hung down from the collar, again I could detect the sound of locks. I was struggling again, but to no avail. "Master?" I began to protest.

"Quiet boy, I know exactly what I am doing." Master spoke quietly as he pushed a soft rubber gag into my mouth. "Take it boy, let it fill your mouth." I felt straps go around my legs in several places, securing me tightly. There was no way I could escape.

Master then forced me to lie down, and he rolled me once, positioning me closer to the fire. So many thoughts raced through my head, as I lay there, struggling, and a bit worried. What was to happen to me, was this man I wanted? Sweat was rolling over my body; the heat was intense and getting to the point of unbearable.

Without a warning I felt Masters powerful hands on my crotch. My stiff cock reacted immediately to his touch. As Rider masterfully massaged my aching cock it only took him moments before I was shooting another massive load of warm cum into my rubber pants. As I lay there in the heat, gasping, wanting this to be over and then again not, I was rolled, but now in the opposite direction. Soft moans escaped my lips around the gag. Deftly, I was suddenly picked up in the arms of my Master, and carried away.

With gentle hands I was laid onto what must have been a bed. Soon a whispered voice was echoing in my ear. "Boy, you are making me very happy. You are in my bed right now, and I will lay beside you all night making sure nothing happens to you. Relax and sleep." my Master said.

The arms were undone; the collar turned and then arms refastened in front of me. The gag was removed, but a gas mask was put in its place. Rider's big arms enveloped me, holding me, as I lay there listening to the soft click of the rubber gasket inside the port of the mask. Soon I drifted off into the first restful sleep I had in days.

In the morning, I was gently brought back from a rubbery dream world into the world of Master Rider. His huge hands gently rubbing my body awakened me.
"Tony, time to get up boy! It is getting on past 5 o'clock and there are chores to be done!" Master insisted. My restraints were unfastened, and I was brought to a standing position. Still groggy, my rubber was stripped from me and I was led to the bathroom.

"Shower up boy! and make it a cold one! To be sure to clean out that arse boy, you will find the attachment on the shower. You clean that arse until it runs clear. Do you hear me boy!!!" Master ordered. Cold shower? No way I thought as I stepped into the stall. My hands found the faucets, and turned, but only cold water hit my sweaty hot body. Screams of surprise and frustration were only met by chuckles coming from the kitchen.

"Told you make it cold boy but then again did I mention that there was no choice? There is only cold water hooked up to that shower." The shower was as quick and efficient as I could make it. Filling my arse with cold water and voiding it took longer than I wanted, but when he said clean, I knew he expected CLEAN. I finally towelled off and stood, shivering, waiting for instructions.

"There are clean clothes on the bed for you boy, put them on." I found another pair of heavy rubber bib overalls, a matching coat, wide leather belt, heavy socks and knee high boots. There was also a very heavy metal ring about 1/2 in. wide that appeared to open down the middle, and a small butt plug. Without a lot of effort the plug slid into place with a nice plop, but I had to ask about the ring.

"Come here boy and bring the ring with you." Master directed. "I noticed that your balls are pretty tight, we need to fix that boy, so I am going to lock this metal weighted ball stretcher around your sack. Won't take long to get low hangers that way"!

"Sir, I pleaded, you cannot put that on my balls, and I don't think I can take all that weight Sir, please don't" I pleaded as I watched him take a large key ring from his belt and began to open the weighted ring. Without a sound, he came toward me, pulled down my balls and pushed the two pieces of the weight together. My hands found his back as he worked, grabbing into his skin as the two pieces began to tighten around my balls. Moans of pain and pleasure rippled from my lips, as he finished the process and gently let my balls drop now pulled down by the weights.

The feeling was awesome, and painful, but I knew that Master would not hurt me, so I smiled at him, despite the discomfort. "Ah you are going to be a good boy, I can tell! Now go finish getting dressed."

Completely covered in my black rubber farm gear, I stomped like a kid into the kitchen and consumed a wonderful breakfast. Without thinking I quickly cleaned up and waited for Master's directions.

"Well boy, we have a lot of chores to do today. There is a field that needs cultivated, animals fed, pens cleaned, the vegetable garden needs weeded." That will about take care of the farm duties for today but the other chore you have is to get that arse of yours stretched. I started you out on a small plug, but by the end of the day you will be graduated up to the largest one I have! You are to report to me every two hours, and I will replace your plug with another larger one. You understand that boy?

"Yes Sir" was all I could say. Excitement was coursing through my body, knowing the thrills I had in store today. Master set me to working on the vegetable garden, hoeing out the weeds. A wonderful warm sweat began to cover my body, and trickle into my boots. My balls were swinging within the rubber pants, and my plug working my arse. When I finished I headed toward the barn, found Master Rider and pulled down my pants for the next plug. I was surprised at how large it felt, and squirmed as he worked it into my hole.

For the next two hours I tended to the animals, feeding, cleaning pens, inspecting animals for any signs of distress or illness. The sweat inside was not so pleasant, and I could fell my feet sloshing inside the boots. My arse was on fire from the size and the rubbing of the large plug. I did not want to find Master but knew that if I didn't, I would be paying for it later.

I found Master Rider in the workshop sharpening tools on the grinder, and silently waited for him to see me. Standing there, my arse cheeks clutching at the plug, sweat dripping down my skin, watching the muscles of Master Rider, my cock got hard. When he finally looked up he was pleased that I had not interrupted his work. Master beckoned me toward him. He grabbed me tightly, and kissed me soundly on the lips. "Boy, I have been waiting for a farm hand like you for a long time, you are pleasing me very much!" His hands checked my body, and he asked me a few questions about what I had done. Satisfied, he led me to the barn and had me stand in the trough.

"I think you are a bit overheated boy, I want to cool your body down a bit before we go on." Cold water sprayed over my hot horny body, quickly bringing my body head down and curbing my desires for the time being! I was instructed to empty my boots of water and sweat into the trough, and then pull my pants down for the next plug.

"Sir, I really think my arse must be stretched enough, it is really beginning to hurt Sir." I stammered. "Boy, we are not even half way to what I want that arse stretched. Now we can do it the easy way or you can just get it over with and let me work the big one inside of you and we can keep it there for the rest of the day. Either way, you are going to take all that I have planned for you." Sir, I don't think I can take this every two hours change, if you can get the big one into me; I would rather get it over with. I sighed, knowing that there was no point of arguing with Master.

"Good choice boy" he said as he pulled out the biggest butt plug I had ever seen. It started out narrow and built up over a series of ridges to a very wide part at the base, then a smaller section form my hole to grab and then the flange to keep it from getting lost inside of me.

Dutifully I bent over, and Master began to work the plug into me using some sort of grease from his machines. At first the feeling was wonderful as I passed the first ridge, but the continuous pressure, the stretching, the massaging, the demand of the large plug began to hurt. With a quick thrust, the next ridge was passed, as groans and grunts of pain escaped my mouth.

"Good boy", Master said, "One more ridge to pass and it is in." "Master please take it out it is too much. I fell like I am going to rip apart!!" I pleaded, as sweat began to build on my forehead. I gripped my legs and held on tight; I knew that Master Rider was committed to this my pleas were in vain.

Slowly the plug was pushed farther in, the pain spreading throughout my body, soft screams escaping my lungs, when suddenly, the plug was pushed, and as it fell into place I screamed and nearly fell forward onto the floor. Master held me, whispered to me, assured me everything was all right, I had taken the plug and there was no damage.

Slowly I was able to stand, and Master Rider helped me pull my pants back up and fasten them. Walking was no longer a wonderful experience with the huge rubber plug invading my arse. Master Rider moved me to a chair and carefully set me down. Now at eye level with his crotch, I could see that his member was very swollen from the excitement of working my arse. Without thinking I lunged forward and licked at his crotch with my hungry tongue.

Surprised and pleased, Master Rider immediately dropped his pants, and within moments I was sucking on his wonderful dick, lapping at the pre-cum, the sweat, inhaling his man smells, knowing that I was pleasing my Master.

As Master Rider pumped my mouth with his dick, he held my head in his rubber-gloved hands. The rhythm of his dick as he fucked my mouth was hypnotic, and before long his dick was swelling and shooting a hot stream of cum down my throat. He pushed himself into me, his dick filling the back of my throat, cutting off the air, and shooting his stream directly down my throat. I was struggling, as he finally pulled out enough for me to breathe.

Gasping, I finished taking my Master and licked off every bit of cum clinging to his dick. My tongue found his piss hole and even tried to extract the last bits from inside his dick.

"Whoa boy, there isn’t any more you can stop now"! He chuckled. I released his dick and pulled myself up into his arms, wrapping my body around his. "Thank you Sir!" I whispered into his ear. Arm in arm Master guided me back to the house, walking still a difficult thing to do with that massive plug in my arse.

We had a hearty lunch, and Master told me that I was to use the tractor this afternoon and cultivate the fields. We headed out to the machine shed and Master went in to back out the tractor. It was an older model, a real tractor, not like the ones you see in the catalogues, with air conditioning, and radios. This was a tractor; open to the sweet country air, with metal wings to keep the mud from flying up, and a metal seat.

At that moment the realisation of what was in my arse, and what that metal seat was going do to me registered. My eyes shot to my Masters face, where I realised he had been waiting for my reaction. "Now boy, this is part of your training! That hole of yours is going to be so loose for me I know that I will be able to get my hands up your arse tonight"

Knowledge can be overpowering, and at this moment what he said was not registering. As he attached the cultivator and manoeuvred me into the seat nothing more was said. I eased down onto the tractor seat, its curves meeting my arse, caressing that plug further into my arse. Just as I was about to leave for the field, Master came up with a couple of straps in his hands. "Just in case you decide to try to drive this tractor standing up boy,” he said as he began to buckle me to the seat. After the straps were attached, and locked, he directed me to the field that needed the attention.

Bumping and groaning, as the tractor bounced across the land, the plug being plunged over and over again up into my arse, I was hardly able to concentrate on what I was to do! As the tractor found the softer soil of the plodded field the bouncing became less and I was able to regain some control of my body. My arse was being worked to the max and I was breathing hard as I worked my way across the rows and rows of beans. By the time I finished, tears were streaming down my face, I was crying softly from the pain and the pleasure, and headed back to the barn.

Master was there immediately, to bring me down, caressing me, telling me what a good job I had done. He led me to the house and into a spare bedroom. This room had a large four posted bed positioned directly in the middle of the room. I was led toward the bed, and my rubber clothes were quickly discarded. Master gently pushed me down onto the bed, and hoisted my legs up to straps attached high on the posts. He pulled my arms above my head and secured them to the head of the bed.

"Master, please don't hurt me, Please!!! I have had enough today, I can't take any more!!! Please let me down, just let me rest a while." I whimpered. "No boy, you need this, you are ready for this, trust me,” he said. A gag was fitted into my mouth, and a light rubber sheet was thrown over my exposed body. Master went to the foot of the bed and began to touch the tender plug in my arse. He gently turned it, pulled on it, and twisted it in my hole. My moans of pain soon became moans of pleasure, as his free hand began to stroke my cock. I was giving him the reaction he wanted!

The plug was pulled once with force and the large ridge came free from my arse as I screamed into the gag. "There boy, the worst is over, now relax, and enjoy this." he assured me.

Slowly Rider worked the plug out of my arse, and I gasped, as it was finally free of me thinking my ordeal was over; I relaxed my body hoping that I would soon be taken down.

I was quite surprised as I began to feel a different stimulation; the motion of my Masters hands on my arse. Fingers were finding there way into my well worked loose arse and before long Master had worked his huge hand inside of me, massaging my prostate, sending me to places I had never been before!

As he worked that hand, my cock throbbed, and wanted to be touched if only he could read my mind, Master pushed his arm farther and farther inside of me, his free hand found my cock and began to massage it, within minutes, with Masters arm inside of me, I shot load upon load of cum, coating the rubber sheet over me, screaming into the gag, knowing this is what I had wanted all my life.

With a final gasp, and thrust, Master withdrew his hand from my well-worked arse, and came to my head, towel in hand, searching for a reaction from me. The worried expression on his face told me he was still not sure how I was going to react. Master reached behind me and removed the gag. His warm lips surrounded mine, giving me a wonderful long passionate kiss, then he waited.

My mind raced for the right words, but all that came out was "Thank you Sir, will you make me your permanent boy Sir"? That must have been exactly what he wanted, as he soon had me undone and was holding me in his arms. "Boy, you are exactly what I have been hoping and dreaming of finding. You have no idea how long I have been planning on what I would do with the perfect boy, and now you are here! Let me show you something boy." he said.

Going to a small cupboard next to the wall Master opened a drawer and pulled out something that appeared to be metal. As he brought it closer to me I could see that it was a conventional ear tag used on cattle for identification. He held it out for me to read; it said "this boy property of Master Rider."

My eyes went to his and he searched my soul. I kissed him and nodded yes with that Master Rider fitted a stainless chain to the tag and then fitted around my neck so that it could not be removed. I felt proud to wear the tag because at last I felt wanted.

Here I am out in the country all covered in rubber working for my Master Rider who expects the best and has told me the next time he goes into town he will take me and have me Tattoo right across my back and chest the same as my dog tag.

Property of Master Rider

[KlepperGuy]

Nice to see the story has had a good number of readers. I hope you enjoyed it whether you are straight or gay............or just curious and enjoyed the read.
Klepperguy