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It had been over four years, almost five since Grandpa had been appointed as my legal guardian. He had to pull a lot of strings, because I was not really his grandson by blood. I’d been adopted by my parents and he and I weren’t really related. He had a lot of pull in our county, so he managed to get custody of me. It didn’t take me long for me to find out why he wanted me. From that first week I lived there, when I would come home from school he had me doing the cooking, cleaning and helping him around the farm. He kept telling me he wanted me to stay with him and work the farm, but I wasn’t about to live here and work like a slave. I wanted to move to the big city and find out what life was all about. I’d told Grandpa every time he asked that question about my staying on the farm, that I wasn’t cut out to be his housekeeper and cook, saying all he wanted was a live in housekeeper. I had become adamant about leaving now that I’d graduated from High School, saying all this shit was going to change. My idea of living of living on some damn farm miles from movies or restaurants wasn’t living. I know Grandpa thought I should be happy staying here taking care of him and that he always said someday the farm would be mine but I wanted more than being a stupid farmer. As for Grandfather saying he was going to leave me the farm I think he always said that just to make my leaving him a guilt trip. The man was healthy as a horse and strong as a bull and he would live to be ninety. If nothing else in the five fears I’d lived with him I’d found out Grandpa was one smart old fox. He’d gotten custody of me in the courts when they said it was impossible and I knew he would do anything to keep me under his control. Well I was a smart as that old fox and I was just two damn smart for any of his mind games. I’d been telling Gramps for months that I was going to move out as soon as I was of age. He would always smile telling me not to decide until I knew my own mind. Finally we were sitting at the supper table and I’d worked up the courage to tell Grandpa I was now almost twenty years old I was leaving. He sat there silently for a few minutes then finally asked me if I would stay until he could find someone to work on the farm. What could I say, I really loved the old man and he had taken care of me for almost five years. Grudgingly I promised to stay until he found someone. Gramps than began going into town then saying he was looking for the right kind of man to work on the farm. He said he found this one kid he really wanted but it would take some time to convince him to come work for him. When I ask to go with him he would never take me along saying I had work to do. It was just a few weeks later that the cops brought out this grungy looking drifter asking Grandpa if this was the kid he wanted to work on his farm. Grandpa and the Cops seemed to know each other real well and they had a good old time laughing and talking together. Then half pushing half dragging this drifter down to the barn Grandpa called back telling me he was going to interview him for a job. I wondered why the cops would bring that riffraff out to work on our farm. In about an hour I saw the cops leaving without the kid. As the cops were coming up the walk from the barn one of them was reaching into his pants straighten his nuts out. Then when he began smoothing out his uniform I was willing to bet they’d roughed the kid up. Getting closer to the window I could hear them laughing and saying he was sure one wild kid. Some time later Grandpa came back from the barn telling me the guy would be staying he and working on the farm. Then going on he said he thought the guy would be a good worker and besides he was willing to work just for room and board. I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard that saying the guy must be retarded. Well if he was going to work the farm at least that meant I would could be getting out of this place sooner. We heard this knocking on the kitchen screen door and Grandpa just bellowed out telling the kid to come in. Looking up I saw this tall well built figure standing in the doorway. When he stepped into the light of the kitchen I could see he was really quite handsome in a doltish sort of way. When Grandpa told me he was eating with us I hurriedly put another plate on the table. This kid was taller than me and he had this long greasy blond hair. He wasn’t really what I’d call handsome but he did have this simple childlike charm about him. As he moved toward the table I could see his overalls were old, greasy and torn and more than a little small for him. From the way they fit I could see he had one hell of a body. He was showing a basket advertised he was all man. Still and all I wondered where this guy had come from and why the cops had brought him out to Grandpa. It seemed damn strange that all he wanted was room and board, he would practically be grandfathers slave. Still if the cops knew him and if they kept a check on him it had to be O.K. When Grandpa introduced Kyle to me he began blushing and looked down at his boots like a whipped puppy. For being such a big husky guy he seemed so docile. When Kyle did look up and I looked into his eyes they seemed to see right into my soul. His bright blue eyes had the innocents of a child but his body said otherwise. I got them both down to the table and began dishing the dinner. Serving Gramps first with a helping of my Swiss steak, then a piece of steak on my plate and finally a large piece on Kyle’s plate. Then without thinking I ask if he wanted another piece. Looking up and smiling he looked over to Grandpa for his approval and then back to me saying only if there was enough. It was the same way with the potatoes and the green beans. As Grandpa and I started eating this guy lowered his head and began shoveling the food in like an animal saying he was starved. Grandpa held his finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet and not say anything about his table manners. When it was time for desert I cut the cherry pie and dished it up. I gave grandpa a big slice of pie, put a piece on my plate and looking at Kyle’s smiling face dumped two pieces of pie into his dish. This guy had such an animal like sweetness about him it was hard not to like him. After supper Grandpa suggested we sit on the porch and have our coffee. When I’d poured three cups Grandpa got out his jug and spiced up each cup. Then going back to the Kyle’s cup he poured out most of the coffee and damn near ran it over with moonshine. Looking up and giving me a wink he said the boy was up tight and needed something to relax him. Going out then to the porch Kyle had already taken a seat on the swing. Grandpa plopped into his wicker chair and I sat next to Kyle and handed him his ‘coffee’. Taking a sip he winced a little then looking at Grandpa said he sure was going to like living here. We began talking and Grandpa started questioning Kyle about his life. Kyle started telling us about how he’d been raised in foster homes most of his life. Not wanting to hear his troubles I figured it was time to do the dishes. Besides I would be able to hear them talking in the kitchen so I wasn’t going to miss much. As I began clearing the table I heard Kyle telling Grandfather how he had been abused all his life by foster parents. He went on saying his foster mom had made him fuck her. Thinking to myself what the hell is this kid bitching about just getting a piece of ass. It was when he said that they were letting other men used him and when they needed money they sold him to one of the guys that was fucking him. Kyle said the guy then taught him everything he knew about servicing men. When he said his master died leaving him without any one to take care of him I tried to hear the rest of it but Grandpa was speaking so low I couldn’t make out the rest of what they were talking about. When Gramps broke into a belly laugh and I figured he must be telling his dirty jokes again. Grandpa had been alone for so long he’d had turned into a dirty old man. He would tell jokes that even embarrassed me. Grandpa always said I should grow up and realize sex wasn’t a dirty thing. Then he started kidded me then saying if I was still a virgin maybe he should fuck me. Blushing and calling him a dirty old man he just laugh saying if you can’t find a women find a clean man. After that crack how could I tell him I was still a virgin. Finishing up the dishes I went back out on the porch. Grandpa and Kyle were just standing saying he was going to go down to the barn with Kyle him and show him were everything was so he could make up that little room in the barn. Nodding, I told him I was going in to watch some television. As usual without a dish or cable there was nothing on but the local farm report the weather and some ditzy game show. I must have dozed off, because Grandpa was shaking me telling me to get up and go to bed. Looking at his smug face I wondered what the hell he’d been up to. It was late so I skipped my shower and just climbed into bed. Lying there, I could hear Grandpa singing this dirty littlie ditty as he got ready for bed. Rolling over I was thinking he was one horny old bastard and I was willing to bet he still beat off. I knew he would be up at four in the morning and I wondered how the old fox did it all. After a restless night I crawled out of bed reluctantly but I felt a little better after my shower. Going down stairs to the kitchen to fix breakfast I was thinking this was another thing I hated about a farm, going to bed with the chickens and getting up at the crack of dawn. It was Monday and that meant cooking steak and eggs. Grandpa had this set menu and he never let me vary from it. Tuesday was oatmeal and cooked fruit and so on all week. Grandpa ran everything on the farm with an iron hand; he even wanted to run me that way. I was determined not to give in to Grandpa, he wasn’t going to get his way this time and keep me here. Well for now at least it would be fun cooking for someone that ate like Kyle did. I was just dishing up breakfast when Kyle came into the kitchen from the barn. He was shirtless but wearing those same tight overalls. I couldn’t help but notice how ripped they were, his body stuck out everywhere and I could even see his cock trying to work it way out of one of the rips. I wondered how I missed that when I first saw him. Kyle stood there smiling at me as I stared at that huge cock of his snaking down his pant leg. I just knew he couldn’t be wearing underwear. I just stood there like a ninny staring at his crotch when Grandpa came in. Clearing his throat, he told me to stop gawking at the boys Balls. Then telling me if I wanted to see what the boy looked he would be happy to show me. Grandpa then told Kyle to drop his pants and show me his body. Slowly without blinking an eye Kyle reached up unhooking the snaps on his bib coveralls. Letting them drop he stood there naked with his huge cock standing proud. Kyle just stood there for a second then beginning to turn he showed me his butt and reaching around and spreading his cheeks even showed me his asshole. Grandfather then told him that was enough and to cover himself. Obediently Kyle bent down pulling up his coveralls. I was stunned at how obedient this guy was like he was offering himself for sale at some slave market. One thing for sure was I’d gotten a real eyeful of Kyle’s body. I was amazed at how hairless and smooth his body was, like a woman. Then it dawned on me he had no pubic hair around his cock. Then I knew he had to shave his body. Blushing as much from the burning in my crotch as what Grandpa had made him do I hurried and began dishing up breakfast. As I put the food on Kyle’s plate I couldn’t help but look at that beautiful muscular body of his again and I felt myself blushing again. When Kyle turned and reached for the salt his overalls straps came undone letting the bib drop He didn’t bother to pull it up but pushed it down in his lap. After all he had stood there naked so there was nothing new to see. Now half naked he just sat there eating. I stood staring at those big hard nipples of his standing so proud and erect and I saw they both had silver rings piercing his nipples like a women’s earrings. Instead of being shocked I kind-of though they were neat. I’d never seen anything like it. I was wondering if something like that hurt very much to have done. I almost asked him but looking over to Grandpa he was sitting there watching me ogling Kyle. Embarrassed at being caught staring at Kyle’s nipples looking away I hurrying over to Grandpa and started dishing up his food. I could see the old bastard had one hell of a hard-on. Sitting down I began to wonder what Grandpa looked like naked with a hard-on. Gramps was build like a brick shithouse and one hell of a stud. I knew from seeing him in shower at the barn after he’d been in the fields that he had one hell of a cock even when it was soft. Just thinking about Grandfather naked almost made me choke trying not to laugh at my thoughts. Little did I know then that I was going to learn how it felt to be fucked by that old man. Gramps walked off arm and arm with Kyle and I got busy in the kitchen. I had the dishes, washing and cleaning to do. I hated this domestic slavery bit and I was glad it was going to come to an end. I was in the kitchen finishing up lunch when I heard the two of them coming up on the porch. Grandpa looked so damn relaxed and he was laughing and talking like a teenager. Washing up at the sink then sitting down at the table they waited for me to serve them. Looking at the two of them sitting there I really got ticked at they way they expected me to wait on them some damn slave. Slamming the food down on the table I told them they could help themselves I wasn’t there fucking slave. Running from the kitchen I was almost in tears. It was then I realized I was jealous that Kyle was getting all Grandfathers attention. I could hear Grandpa laughing and telling Kyle I was on the rag. They both laughed. I didn’t think it was a bit funny. I kept thinking I had to get out of this place before I lost all my reason. Coming back to the table to eat they didn’t say anything about my outburst. Then Kyle leaned over and began talking to me real nice and as our eyes met I could feel this thrill run through by body. For some reason just thinking of this guy could make my cock harder than hell. I knew I had to get out of this fuckin place. I was going bananas and even getting turned on by this guy. I began clearing the table I’d hoped Grandpa hadn’t seen my hard-on. Kyle hadn’t missed it and when Grandpa wasn’t looking he reached over groping me. Pulling away quickly I didn’t want him to know how much I liked his touching me. However I made sure I didn’t move two far away so that he couldn’t reach me again. When it was suppertime and I was serving them, I would go out of my way now to rub up against Kyle. I felt like some silly girl trying to get a boys attention. I never sure now, when he moved against me--if it was an accident, or if he was feeling me up. All I know was I felt this strong attraction to him. I tried to write it off thinking it was because I was so damn lonely out here in the country. It was at supper when grandfather was out of the room that Kyle came over to me and groped me. Then when I didn’t, resist but pushed my cock into his hand he took me into his arms giving me a big wet kiss on the lips. Then pulling away but not so fast that he managed to get his tongue into my mouth he winked at me saying I was such a pretty little man all blond and soft and he wanted to fuck me. When he grabbed be again I knew I stayed in his arms a little two long before pushing him away but in truth Kyle was really turning me. What scared me most was--I LIKED the feeling. In those next weeks Kyle began coming on to me whenever Grandpa wasn’t looking. He would have his hands all over me kissing me and hugging me. I knew it was sick but it was so exciting playing around with him like and I loved every minute of it. I didn’t know what was happing to me. I was acting like a damn queer. It was always the same, after supper Kyle and Grandpa would head off to the barn saying they had a few things to do. When they were gone I would clear the dishes and put the coffee on. Then we all had our coffee when they came up from the barn. I kept thinking of Kyle how just dropped his pants at Grandpa’s command and stood there naked for me to inspect him. Then thinking of those tits of his and I got all hot and wanted to touch them. I was finishing drying the dishes when this cop car from town pulled into our drive. Parking by kitchen door, two cops got out and came up on the porch. Knocking and asking for Kyle Telling them he was down to the barn with Grandfather I said that was where Kyle’s a room was. The big cop snickered, saying they just wanted to check up on him. I was thinking the guy hadn’t been here more than a couple of weeks and they were checking up on him. On their way down the steps, I heard one of the officers laughing, saying he was hotter than a bull in heat tonight and he wanted to get his nuts off a couple of times. That was when I decided to wait a few minutes and then take out after them and find out what he hell was going on around here. I could see the light on in the little bedroom Kyle was using and creeping up to the window and peaking in, what I saw inside shocked the hell out of me. Kyle was naked and kneeling on the floor and the cops were laying into him with whips beating the hell out of his ass. He was begging them for more. They must have kept beating on him for at least twenty minutes when he began begging them to fuck him. Laying him over on his bed then the two naked cops climbed and on the bed and the one cop pulled Kyle’s legs over his shoulders shoving his cock up Kyle ass. Then he began fucking him while the other cop started fucking Kyle’s mouth. Kneeling outside the window and watching in fascination, I saw that cop’s cock sink into his mouth all the way up to his balls. He was pumping his face just like the other cop was screwing his ass. Damn I though, Kyle’s is nothing more than a damn male whore. I knew then that Grandpa must be screwing Kyle every night after supper. Watching them going at it I was getting so hot I my nuts hurt. Dropping my coveralls, I had to get my rocks off before they exploded. All I could think of was those two cops beating the shit out of Kyle with whips and fucking him and him loving every minute of it. I was so damn jealous I was livid. Everyone was getting a piece of him but me. The more I thought about it the hotter I got and the faster I beat off until at last I was ready to blow my load. Thinking I heard a noise I stood pulling my Coveralls up just as I let go. I began shooting all over myself and it was now even running down my leg. Hurrying back to the house I began to laugh. Why should I be so jealous of some fagot. The more I thought about it Grandpa had it all. With me as the domestic and Kyle as his whore. He had everything he wanted. I just barely made it inside when the cops came out of the barn. As they passed the kitchen window I could hear one of them telling the other one he wanted to start coming out more often to fuck that bitches ass, the kids a real pro. I was pretending to finish up the dishes when Grandpa and Kyle came up on the porch. I was sure no one had seen me outside the window and when Gramps told me they wanted coffee I began pouring three cups. Gramps pulled out the jug to spice the coffee up as he called it. We all sat there on the porch late in the moonlight and I kept watching Kyle sipping his coffee. As usual Grandpa had given him almost a full cup of booze. He was smiling and laughing like nothing had happened. In fact he looked absolutely happy. Kyle had changed much since he’d come here. With the food and the work he was filling out and he was really a good looking man. I sat there wondering what it would be like to fuck him like those cops had done. After that night I began watching Grandpa and Kyle real close. I began noticing things like Grandpa groping Kyle’s nuts or goosing his ass when he thought I wasn’t looking. That was when I decided to follow Gramps and Kyle when they went down to the barn after supper. Kneeling outside the window, I watched Kyle strip. Then coming over to Grandfather he began taking his clothes off of him. Then Kyle handed him a whip and kneeled down in front of Grandpa. Gramps then began beating the living shit out of his ass with this funnily looking whip. I could hear it hitting his flesh, but it seemed not to leave any marks on him, but I knew it must be hurting him. Then he put the whip down and crawled up on Kyle like a hound dog on a bitch and began fucking the shit out of him. Watching that rod of grandpa’s push in and out of his ass like a piston, what was even more surprising than that instead of Kyle complaining. he was begging him to fuck him harder. Grandpa kept pumping his cock into his ass and then when he was got his nuts off he pulled him around shoving his cock into his mouth. Both Kyle and Grandpa both were something else again when they were both hung like animals. I was getting a real eye full of them both The only thing that really surprised me now in the weeks I was watching them that Grandpa never let Kyle fuck him. I though if it were me, I would suck Kyle off and I would sure to let him fuck me. Between watching Grandpa bagging Kyle and the cops coming out and beating and fucking him on a regular basis I realize now Kyle was Grandfathers slave. That’s why he stayed here without pay working the farm and letting those officers fuck him. It was when I saw Grandpa shoving his fist up Kyle’s asshole I was horrified. He was really a whore but after thinking more about it I thought what the hell it was like having my own live porno show, I couldn’t ask for more. If the kid wanted the life as Grandpa’s whore that was his choice. Hurrying back to the house, I waited for them to come up for there coffee. As I sat watching Kyle drink his spiked coffee I couldn’t help but notice his cock was sticking out of a rip in his coveralls. I almost offered to sew it up for him then thinking better leave it alone if I wanted to see his meat. I only wished I had the courage to order him strip for me again. It wasn’t long after I’d started watching all that sex that it began having its effects on me. Every night now when I would go to bed I kept remembering what I saw and I would get hot and begin playing with myself. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of sinking my cock into Kyle’s hot ass. Then I would roll over screwing my pillow and thinking of shoving my meat down his throat. My nights were turning into one big fantasy. One night just thinking of Grandpa fucking Kyle, I was so hot, I shoved my finger in my mouth getting it slick with saliva and I began fucking myself--and I liked it! It wasn’t long after that I started using Vaseline and fucking myself with the handle of my hairbrush. I began to think now I was more of a fagot now than a real man. Still I kept it up and soon I began looking for something bigger to fuck myself with. When I found this old handle from some broken tool, I cleaned it up and began using it on myself. I would get so hot just fucking myself, I would shoot my load. One night on impulse I caught my cum in my hand like I’d seen Kyle doing, and licked my hand clean. I was surprised--I liked its warm salty taste and I wondered what it would be like to suck the cum from Grandpa’s cock like Kyle did. From that time on I began eating my cum. I had begun to think more of fucking Kyle now than leaving this place. I was now even having dreams of Grandpa whipping and fucking me. It was getting so bad that every night now when I went to sleep, I would wake soaked with cum from my wet dreams. The longer I was around Kyle, the more familiar he was getting with me. Now, he was pawing and feeling me up every chance he go, and I had started returning his kisses and feeling him up. I was obsessed now with having sex with him. It was now on my mind day and night. I now had a constant hard-on because I was thinking about it all the time. I was becoming obsessed with Kyle and I knew if Grandfather knew he would laugh his ass off at me falling in love with a man. I had it so bad now when I crawled out of bed in the mornings, I’d begun taking cold showers just to get my hormones settled down. Even with the cold water, as soon as my hands would touch my cock, I would spring a hardon. It was getting so bad, I had a boner now half the time. When I would lather up my rod, I would beat off and then shoot all over the shower stall. Then like some depraved animal, I started licking my cum off the shower wall. Then I would dress and with the taste of my cum still in my mouth go down to fix our breakfast. Now just like Kyle, I had stopped wearing underwear. I found I liked the way my cock felt flopping around in my baggy coveralls. As I hurried around setting food on the table, just thinking about Kyle was giving me a hard-on. Grandpa came in as I was at the sink fixing the coffee. He was watching me and I just hoped he didn’t see my boner in my overalls. When he asked me if I was feeling all right, I knew I was showing bad. Getting up and coming over to me saying he’d noticed I’d been acting a little wild lately. Gramps then put his arms around me and telling me for the last couple of weeks he’d been watching me. He told me he knew I’d been sneaking down to the barn watching the cops working Kyle over with the whips and screwing him. Gramps went on saying by now I must have figured out Kyle was his slave boy, and a whore from watching. I asked if that been him in the bushes spying on me saying I though some nights I’d heard something out there Gramps laughed saying he had been watching me beating off and eating my cum like Kyle did. He said he’d even seen me sneaking around feeling up Kyle and kissing him when I though he wasn’t looking. Then he said it was time for me to admit to myself I wanted to be whipped and fucked just like Kyle. I was a fagot and I wanted to have a man make love to me. Grandpa then pulled me closer and putting his arms around me, gave me a big hug; telling me not to be afraid of having of sex with a man, to just surrender to those feelings and let myself go. As his hard body pushed tight against me I could feel his hard cock pressing against my butt and I felt almost indecent because I wanted him so bad. Then it just came tumbling out of my mouth that I wanted him to love me like he did to Kyle. Feeling this hot rush all over my body and turning in his arms I gave him a big wet kiss on his lips. Grandpa took that kiss as my answer thrusting his tongue into my mouth returning my kiss. Pulling away from me slowly his hands began moving down my body. I was breathing hard and hot when he began groping my hard cock asking me if I was ready to give myself to him like Kyle had. Kissing him and telling him I wanted it to be like it was with him and Kyle. Grandpa then began undoing the snaps on my coveralls letting them slip to my feet. Then unbuttoning my shirt he stripped it off of me saying, “I’ve watched you grow into a man these last four years and now you’re ripe and ready for picking.” Grandpa pushed me to my knees then and I just kneeled there before him--naked like I’d seen Kyle so many times. As he unsnapped his coveralls letting them drop he stepped out of them and kicking them aside. Then pulling off his shirt and standing there before me naked he said simply, “You want my cock don’t you boy? Take it then it’s all yours,” Reaching down and taking my head in his hands he then guided my lips to his cock. Watching his shaft draw closer I opened my mouth letting his cock slid into my mouth. His hands stayed on my head holding me as he gently began fucking my mouth. Then softly saying, “you want to go all the way don’t you boy, you want my cock up your ass and you want be to fuck you don’t you?” Running his fingers through my hair he kept telling me to let myself go and do what my body told me to do. Grandpa was like some sorcerer, urging me on telling me to let go and give my body to him. As he spoke the only sound in the room was me sucking and slurping on his cock. The more I sucked on it the slicker it got and the deeper he pushed me down on him. Now reaching up I began running my hands all over his hard firm body and driving myself even deeper onto his cock. The wilder I got the faster he rammed his cock into my mouth. He had me so hot now I was taking all of his cock right down to his balls. Now moaning in ecstasy Grandpa screamed out, “eat me you fuckin little bitch, eat your masters cock’. That was how Kyle found us when he came in, me on my knees sucking Grandpa’s cock like some sex-crazed animal. Sitting down at the table with a big grin on his face watching us he said nothing. Just knowing Kyle was their watching me was making it even wilder and hotter and I wanted to really perform for him. Grabbing hold of Grandpa’s buns, I began pulling Grandpa’s cock deeper into my throat wanting to take all of his cock like Kyle had done. I was so hot that when I felt Gramps tensing I buried my face in his pubic hair driving his cock deep into my throat as far as it would go. He began shooting his nuts off then in great volleys of cum. Swallowing hard I took it all. Grandpa grunted his satisfaction telling me I was one hot bitch. When he pulled his cock out of me I licked my lips and started getting up but he pushed me back on my knees telling me we had just begun my training. Calling Kyle over he told him it to help break in his new bitch. Then looking down at me he said, “ you want him don’t you boy”? Kyle was out of his coveralls in seconds. Looking up at his young smooth body, I felt this hot rush of lust now out in the open. I wanted him so bad. Reaching out to him, he moved to me and opening my mouth he jammed his cock into me. Kyle’s cock was bigger than Grandpas and I could only get part of him down my throat. In a low husky voice, calling me baby, he said he wanted me so bad his balls hurt. He held my head like Grandfather had, and then began this slow even rhythm. Pumping his cock into my mouth, with each stroke he pushed deeper into me and when he began breathing heavier. He began driving himself so hard, I was forced to take all of him right down to his balls. That was when Grandfather started smearing something on my ass and closing my eyes, I knew he was going to fuck me like he did Kyle. Then, I could feel the pressure of his cock at my ass and slowly he began working the head of his cock into me. Once Gramps had gained entry, he then made a sudden lunge driving his cock into my ass. This white hot pain shot through my body and as I started squirming trying to get loose from him, Grandpa just grunted, telling me it always hurts to lose your cherry, boy. Then holding my hips and pushing twisting and pumping, he drove his cock in my ass as far as he could go. When he did begin fucking me my ass hurt like hell. After a while it seemed to hurt less and finally, it began to really feel good. Then, when I began pushing back for more of his cock, Grandpa really began slamming it to me. Kyle moved quickly as Grandpa increased his pace. Shoving his cock down my throat all the way to his balls he then began pumping like crazy. As the two of them worked me, my body seemed to be on fire with pain and pleasure all at once. I was now crazy with lust and my body seemed to be screaming for more. Then, I felt the thrill of Kyle’s hot cum pouring into my throat. Grandpa then let his load go in my ass, and I could feel his warm fluid shooting inside me greasing my ass with his cum. Grunting his satisfaction, Grandpa told me I was going to make one fine bitch. Looking up to Kyle, I told him they’d better break me in now because it was too late for me to turn back. This time Gramps began fucking me--he slid in and out of me like I was greased and my ass didn’t seem to hurt at all. I began begging him to fuck me harder. Then, he really began reaming my ass. Getting his load off when he pulled out of me I began begging him to keep fucking me. Grinning at my raw lust, Grandpa pushed me down on the kitchen floor telling me they were just getting started. Kyle then came to my legs and raising them pulling me up on my back put them over his shoulders. Pulling my ass to him, he began driving his cock into me like a wild man. Grandpa kneeled over my face holding his cock to my lips. Opening my mouth expecting to suck him off he said, “you want it bad don’t you bitch”, Then he began teasing me by drawing his cock across my lips saying, “You understand boy, your ass belongs to me now.” Nodding that I understood, he demanded I give my oath he was my master. Desperate now for his cock, screaming out for everyone to hear that he was my master, and I was his slave. Moving his cock across my lips and teasing, he began letting me lick his cock, but not letting me suck on him. Telling me again to swear I was his slave and he was my master, I spit it out again, begging him to let me suck his cock. No sooner had I finished my oath of bondage to him, than he rammed his cock into my mouth, telling me I was a real good boy. I found myself struggling for air, as his cock filled my mouth. He kept driving himself deeper into my throat, until his balls were pressing against my face. Struggling to breath, he continued to rape my face over and over pumping his cum into me until I had lost all feelings in my face. My rape went on for hours and finally I began responding to them automatically, like some mindless, sex crazed animal. I was now licking and sucking anything I could get my tongue into or on licking and sucking their bodies everywhere. I was like Kyle now, I was Grandfather’s property--something that belonged to him for him to fuck and use as he saw fit. I had sworn to be his slave and it was now my life to serve my master. Realizing what I’d what I’d done seemed insignificant to me as the two of them began working me like a tag team. My body was ruling my mind now and my craving to be used consumed me. They kept changing places and fucking me relentlessly. The two of them kept at me until they had finally reduced me to a sobbing slut begging them for their cocks. Grunting his satisfaction Grandpa stood and pulling me up to my feet. Turning me facing him he brought his knee up into my crotch slamming into my nuts. Holding me up my hair, he slammed into my nuts again and again. Then letting me go I dropped o my knees in pain and he began slapping and beating on me warning me never to forget I was his property now to do with as he saw fit. On my knees in pain not knowing what to do or say. Walking over to the table then Grandpa and sitting down he wanted his to eat his breakfast now. Struggling up to my feet in pain, I began to realize now fully what I’d done when I surrendered my body to grandpa. In a daze reaching for my clothes Grandpa was on his feet tearing them out of my hands. Laughing then he told me he wanted to be able to see my body at all times. Still in pain, I began serving them breakfast. It was all so unreal the three of us naked and eating just like nothing had happed and yet my whole life had been changed that morning. After eating, Gramps stood and calling me over pushing me to my knees shoving his cock into my mouth. He was soft and looking up I wondering what he wanted until he began to piss. Trying to pull away he brought his hand across my face slapping me and pulling my face to him with my hair he pulled me into his crotch. Surrendering to him I began sucking on him as if my life depended on it. In truth I thought now it did. Pulling out and shaking his cock in my face he told Kyle he had some chores in town and he would be gone most of the day but he was to teach me how a slave pleases his master. Gramps then pulled me to my feet groping my nuts and giving them a yank, told Kyle to keep working on me that he wanted my ass broken in right. Kyle broke out into a big grin saying he would do his best. The two of us then stood their naked watching Grandpa dress. Following him out we watched him pull his old Chevy truck out on the highway and waving to us he disappeared into the distance. Kyle started walking back to the house and taking my hand. told me to come with him he had lots to teach me. Looking at him watching me I could see that impish smile of his and I knew he felt like I did. My eyes traveled down his hard lean body and I was mesmerized by his hard cock--standing proud from those beautiful giant balls of his. When we got to his room, I wanted him bad and standing there not knowing what to say or do he asked if I wanted his body. I stood there not knowing where to begin, when Kyle sank down to his knees taking my cock into his mouth. As he began sucking on me it was like nothing I’d ever felt in my life. When he began working my balls couldn’t stop shivered in delight as his hands began moving to my butt and then he started working his fingers into my ass. Kyle had me so hot, I began blowing my load into his mouth and he swallowed everything, even sucking me dry. Laying me down on the bed, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him now. Without waiting for an answer, he lifted his legs, telling me I was going to love fucking a man. Kneeling there with his legs now resting over my shoulders, Kyle reached around with a small vile shoving it under my nose. Telling me to inhaling deeply. As soon as I smelled the stinky stuff, my cock seemed to throb and my head began to whirl. The most important thing in my life now seemed to be screwing his ass. As my cock pressed against his hole, he just relaxed and his ass just seemed to suck me into his body. I kept working that hot pulsing pit of pleasure until my balls were hitting his cheeks. It was like Kyle was consuming my whole body. When my cock was deep inside his body, he reached up and pulling me forward and bending my body toward him, he forced my cock even deeper into him. My head was still spinning as his lips pressed to mine his tongue entering my mouth. Tasting my own cum and his spittle it was as if we had become one. My lust had now consumed my reason and I was like some animal in heat and with each stroke of my cock in his sent wild shivers delight through my body. I felt like I could never get enough of him. Finally, after getting my rocks off inside of him, he moved quickly, pulling me forward and slipping my still hard cock into his mouth. My cock slid deep into his throat and I was consumed by carnal pleasure, and letting out a yell, I again filled him with my cum. Sitting back then and giggling like a damn fool, I said I felt like a groom on his honeymoon. Laughing Kyle gave my tits a twist saying, “groom--hell honey, you’re a slave and a whore now”. Then hearing a truck on our gravel drive I started getting up but Kyle pulled me back telling me not to worry it was just someone using our drive to turn around in. Then the sound of the truck vanished. Then he said besides he had to get back to doing what the Master ordered him to do. Pulling me back on top of him I asked him what he meant. Blushing Kyle then told me His Master, Grandpa, had ordered him to come on to me and make me want to have sex with him. I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying to me. I couldn’t believe Grandfather would do this to me but Kyle went on. Telling me that when the police had brought him to the farm my Grandfather knew that he’d been a slave to a man in town that died leaving him destitute. He was making a living as a whore because that was all he knew how to do. Grandpa had been fucking him in town on a regular basis and was one of his best customers. Going on, he told me one night as soon as my Grandfather had left he went out hustling again but this time he put the make on a cop. They cops had been watching and had set me up. They even knew your Grandfather was banging me regularly. Going on Kyle told me he had been booked twice on soliciting charges and the third time meant prison time. The two cops began talking together saying I was a nice young piece of ass I would be getting fucked by all the hard liners in prison and probably either die from Aids or be beaten to death. The Cops made a deal with me but not before they both had fucked my ass off. Kyle went on to say the cops had given him the choice living here as grandfathers slave and their whore or going up to prison for hard time. That was when they brought me out here and gave me to you grandfather as his slave. Kyle said he knew he wasn’t the brightest kid on the block, but it was no brainier to choose my Grandfather and let the cops fuck him than it was to go to prison and be raped by a bunch of thugs and be beaten to death. He said it was a big surprise to him when he saw me living with the old man. He was sure I was one of Grandfather’s slave boys that first night he saw me. I was so pretty with my blond curly hair and cute ass. Then when your Grandfather spent that first evening fucking me he told me your were his adopted grandson and that you wanted to move away. It wasn’t long after your Grandfather had come up with his plan to keep you here. That was when he ordered me to come on to you. Your Grandfather decided if he couldn’t get you to stay here on your own free will then he would keep you here as his slave to serve him. You know the old man really does love us, he’s a wonderful master to me. Kyle went on to tell me it was like a game with me at first with him, and blushing he looked up saying after a while he really did fall in love with me.. Then the reason he wanted to help make me Grandfather’s slave was so he could fuck me and make love to me.. Moving closer to him and giving him a long kiss I told him I was glad I was a slave and I loved him and Grandpa fucking me. Swinging around then and bending over me he began licking and sucking on my cock. Coyly looking up at me Kyle asked if I wanted him to fuck me. He didn’t even wait for an answer he moved his head between my legs thrusting his tongue into my ass. His hot tongue felt so good, as it darted in and out of my ass my body went limp. Then spreading my cheeks wider apart, he began fucking me with his finger. Before long, he was working more of his fingers into my ass. Then he began stretched my ass and playing with my balls. Soon, I was begging him to fuck me. Kyle was so gentle and as he placed his cock to my ass and began working very slowly into me. He was telling me always hurt a little at first, but he said he would stretch my ass before the cops fucked me saying those boys really get wild but they great at fucking. No sooner had Kyle said that, than he lunged forcing his rod up my ass. Screaming out in that sudden flash of white-hot pain, he had gained entry. He cooed and soothed me, telling me to close my eyes and it would soon feel wonderful. We lay joined like that a few minutes and soon this hot rush filled my body and pushing back on his cock he began pumping my ass with a vengeance. The harder he rammed his cock into me, the more I wanted him. My whole body seemed to be on fire now. It was like was I was alive for the first time in my life. I had now become an animal, begging his bitch to service him. Grinning he told me I was going to get all the cock I could ever want, Grandfather would see to that. I was in a sexual daze as he pulled out of my ass, and pulling my legs wider apart, he began working his fist into my ass. Screaming out in pain, he kept moving his fist deeper and deeper into me. Before long he was fucking me with his arm. It wasn’t long before I was begging for more. Finally when he pulled his arm and hand out of me I heard his loud pop he began moving up and straddling my chest. Kneeling with his legs pinning me, he moved his cock to my lips. It seemed so natural now, looking up at that shaft poised at my lips, to open my mouth and let him slide his cock into my throat. Looking up into his eyes blazing with lust, he began pumping his cock into my mouth and I let my hands move up his chest. When my fingers found his nipple rings, I began pulling on them and working his tits. That made him even more excited, and the harder I pulled and twisted his nipples, the faster he began raping my mouth. Then, finally I had all of him in me and his balls were slamming into my chin. When he finally began pumping his cum in me, he said I was a wonderful bitch and he really loved me. Gasping for air as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he began moving further up on my face and spreading his cheeks told me to screw him with my tongue. Obeying his every command without even thinking, I began plunging my tongue deep into his ass, licking and sucking his hole. When I heard Grandpa’s voice in my ear asking if I was having fun, before I could say anything, he told me I was really one hot little bitch. Standing there with this evil grin on his face, he began stripping saying, he guessed a man could never have too many bitches to fuck. Crawling into bed with us and lilting my legs, he began screwing me. After that fisting Kyle had given me, Grandpa’s cock really felt wonderful. When I began pushing back begging more, he really began banging the hell out of me. Kyle then moved to my head and began working his cock into my throat again. When Gramps had taken his fill of me, he moved to Kyle and began fucking him. Then I took the head position and slipped my cock into Kyle’s mouth. Kneeling there begging him to fuck me, I realized I could never leave Grandpa now, I needed him desperately. As the night progressed, Gramps did up both in. He had the stamina of ten men, but finally even he had to rest. Then Grandpa went to the truck and brought in some pizzas. They were cold, but they were wonderful with warm beer. Revived now, Grandpa took me on again. Bending over he told me to fuck his ass with my tongue like I had been doing with Kyle. As I worked his ass sinking my tongue deep into him and licking and sucking him he said he sure could get use to his. Looking over at Kyle Grandpa asked him why he never sucked his ass. Looking up and smiling he sweetly, he said he never asked him to. Finally, he’d had enough for the night and standing Grandpa said it was time to turn in, tomorrow was a work day. When I got up to go to with him to the house, he pushed me away saying I was to sleep in the barn with Kyle now. I wasn’t fit to sleep in his house, that I was a slut, a whore and the barn was more than good enough for me. Turning to leave, he told Kyle to prepare me for the rest of my training. Kyle and I watched from the door as Grandpa walk back to the house. Kyle took me in the bathroom and began lathering my body up. I stood there in shock, as Kyle began to shave me. When he finished my body, he began to cut my hair. Then shaving my head and eyebrows when he was done I had never felt so naked in my life. When Kyle showed me what I looked like in the mirror, I felt like crying. I was a nothing. It was like Kyle had told me, when I went down on my knees taking Grandpa’s cock in my mouth and surrendering my body to him I had become his whore. It was later when I swore my oath giving up all rights to my body to him and accepting him as my master, I had become his slave. Kyle went on telling me now that he owned me it was his duty as a good master to train me to be a good slave. Giving me a hung, he said it would be over before long, when I accepted what I was. When I asked when that would be, he said when my master truly believed I had accepted him as my master. It was just that next day, I learned being Grandpa’s slave meant a whole new life. Now that everything was out in the open about Kyle, Grandpa told us we would now stay naked at all the times, wearing only our leather slave collars and our work boots. He told us the only time we were to be clothed was when we worked outside the farmhouse, and then he would allowed us to wear coveralls. He then began to have us report to him every morning and kneel before him. He would beat us--to remind us we were his property-- to do with as he pleased. To prove his point, he would beat us when we came to the house in the morning. When he finished beating us Grandpa would then fuck us and if he was feeling frisky, he would fist us after fucking us. The only difference between Kyle and me was Grandpa kept me shaved and naked when I preformed my duties, and Kyle wore his tattered coveralls when he worked the fields. When they would come in for food, Kyle would strip. It was at night Grandpa or Kyle would shackle me in the barn to keep me from running off. I was thankful he let me and Kyle stay together. I was rushed off and put in a little cage in the barn when the cops would come. I could hear everything but see nothing. I was so jealous of Kyle I could die. I so wanted to be in there with him and servicing those cops. It had gone from those two cops now to Kyle servicing the whole department. Some nights there would be a whole room full of cops screwing Kyle. After they left, I would beg him to asked Grandpa to let me service the cops with him. He would hug me and let me lick their cum from his ass, telling me soon I would be able to join him, just to be patient. It was almost a year later when Grandpa decided I’d accepted my new life, and him as my master. I now eagerly serviced him, surrendering my body to his every desire and I’d willingly became his toilet. It was when I was serving him his breakfast one morning, when out of the blue he asked me if I was unhappy and if I wanted to leave the farm. Dropping to my knees I begged him to keep me, asking him if I offended him in any way, I would work even harder to please him. Satisfied with my answer, he told me I was a good slave. Looking up then, I begged him to let me have nipple rings like Kyle had. Telling me after I’d cleaned up the kitchen, Kyle and I should put on our coveralls that he would take us into town to get my nipples pierced. Groveling at his feet, I felt I had finally made the grade. I was worthy of being his slave. It had been well over a year since I’d been off the farm. Everything looked so strange. When Grandpa pulled into the parking lot of this dumpy little building, he told us this was where I was going to get my nipples pierced. When Gramps pulled into this little piercing parlor, ours was the only truck in the lot, but there were a lot of bikes of all descriptions. Upon entering, a hush fell over the store. When I looked around, it was filled with dirty bikers of all sizes and descriptions in leather with long hair and tattoos. Undaunted they the men, Grandpa led us to the counter that had nipple rings displayed. Pulling me to the counter, he told the clerk he wanted his boy’s nipples pierced. By now, we had a group of bikers around us and one of them asked if he was the old man that had the slave that the cops were fucking. Pulling Kyle forward, he showed him off saying this was the one.. Then pulling Kyle’s bib down, he showed the guy behind the counter what kind of nipple ring he wanted for me, Saying he wanted his boys to match. Leading me to a chair the guy told me what he was going to do. Closing my eyes, I said to do whatever he had to do. Gritting my teeth after it was all over, I was surprised at how easy it had been. I told the guy it was kind of like loosing your cherry. As we were getting ready to pay and leave the guy ask if we wanted to barter for the bill. Grandpa asked what he wanted for the piercing and the rings. Looking straight at me and Kyle they guy said,” if you let my boys fuck your boys we’ll be even”. Looking at the bill, he said perhaps some other time and gave the man the money, saying my boys have a lot of work at the farm. Serving supper that night, I was so proud of my new rings. Grandpa really knew how to keep his bitches happy. It was just weeks later Grandpa told Kyle he wanted me to be more presentable. It was coming time for me to prove myself. Kyle then took charge of me in all ways. As the weeks passed I began growing out my hair and eyebrows but added l had to keep my body hairless. Secretly, I was thrilled. That night I lay crying in his arms, telling Kyle I loved him and we made love. That morning Kyle asked our master if I could be his mate. Giving us his blessing, we became mates. Our lives continued as always, but now thanks to the generosity and goodness of our master, I had Kyle as my lover. It was about a month later at supper, Grandfather told me my birthday was coming up and he was giving me a coming out party to celebrate. Gramps turned to Kyle, telling him to call the boys at the police station and invite them my party. It was that next weekend that our driveway was filled with police cars. As the uniformed men assembled in the living room, Grandfather led Kyle and I out on a leash wearing only sandals and our collars. They all knew Kyle, but I was a surprise to them. Kyle, Grandfather and I stood there together in front of them all and Grandfather told them we were celebrating his grandson’s birthday today. I was now legally of age, and I had chosen Kyle as my mate. Furthermore, I had decided to be his slave and a whore--the same as Kyle was. Going on, he told them since they had given Kyle to him as his slave, he was returning the favor by giving me to them as their whore. He said I would be eager to show them all the pleasures and delights Kyle did. The cops then let out a cheer, and they were delighted to have another ass to fuck. Leading me into the bedroom, the celebration began. Kyle had been right when he had told me the cops were a wild fuck. It was almost dawn before the party was over. I was so weak from the gang bang, Kyle had to carry me back to our quarters. I had one more duty I had to perform before I could sleep. I needed grandfather to fuck me. When he came down, drawling out of bed, I begged him beat me and fuck me. Grinning widely, he said I was really a fine bitch and a wonderful slave--always thinking of my master. Taking the whip, he began beating me, and as a special treat, he fisted me. Between the cops, Grandpa, and Kyle, I had learned my duties well. Kyle and I were now well trained and eager to serve our master’s every bidding.. It was like I said at the beginning--that sly old fox would do anything to keep me on the farm!