Farmer Brown

By Nathan Harvey.

It was my first real job, and I was excited as hell. I’d moved to Chicago just after graduation. I’d found a big room with a kitchen in a rundown house in the old warehouse district on the Southwest side of town. The room was dumpy, but it was cheap. As I walked by this old warehouse just down from my rooms, I saw an old geezer putting a sign out on the fence. They were posting for a job. All it said was Box Boy wanted. I needed a job, and this job would be perfect, with my room just around the corner from the warehouse. I could walk to work. Calling the guy who had put up the sign, he turned and asked what I wanted. Stammering, I said I wanted to be their box boy. Looking me up and down, he wondered if even I knew what the fuck kind of job I was applying for.

Giving me a withering look, I confessed I didn’t know anything about anything. I’d just graduated from high school, and this would be my first job. He began slowly rubbing his crotch as he looked me up and down. Then he asked just how badly I wanted this job. Shit, I thought, getting a job was just like getting a passing grade in high school. All you had to do was suck or fuck the damn teachers. It didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman. They all wanted young hot. I knew damn well what this old fart wanted. He wasn’t old and withered like Mrs. Morrison, my English teacher. I bet the old man could still pop a good load. Looking into his eyes, I said I wanted this job badly and was ready to do anything to get it. An evil smile spread across his face, and he told me to follow him and he would see what he could do for me.

Halfway down this long corridor where he said his office was, his other man came into the hall. Stopping us, he asked where we were going. Stammering, I said I was applying for the box boy job, and this guy was taking me back to apply for it. Grabbing my arm and calling me a dumb shit, he told me to follow him, and he would give me an application, and I could fill it out. As I sat in his office filling out the application, I asked whom that old guy was taking me back to.

“Shit, you mean Old Jack. Today is his last day, and god only knows what he will do with you. Probably try to fuck your ass. We don’t give a dam who he fucks, but he is getting sacked because he screws them here in the plant on our time. We run a business here, not a whore house, and we don’t want some lawsuit from an outraged parent for him fucking underage kids. Besides, if we don’t film it, we can’t use it.”

Looking over my application, he asked if that was my actual age, and when I nodded yes, he said I was hired. Told me I could start today and to follow him, and he would explain my new duties to me. We walked passed what looked like room after room of stage settings. Looking at him questionably, I ask what they made here. Laughing, he told me he makes fuck films here. Then he said I had a big cock, and if I liked to fuck they might even use me in one of the films. Then he told me to think that acting in porno films pays well. Went to a big area with a box-making machine, a computer that prints out labels, and stacks of orders. He picked up an order from the pile and explained that I would pack and ship the porno films that various bookstore customers ordered.

As he moved between the racks of Videos pulling the ones listed on order, he explained how and where to get the packing stuff I needed. He filled one of the orders, put them in a box, added foam pellets taping, and labeled it. Then he said to file the invoice for billing. Now, kid, do you think you got that? Stammering, I said I thought I could handle it, then blushing, I asked when I could interview for making a film. Chuckling, he said sure, telling me to try to look sexy and start grinding and stripping.

Looking around, I ask, “Here? Now?”

“Look, Box Boy, I own this place, pick the studs that get to fuck, and decide who fucks and gets fucked. If you don’t want to show off your stuff, you’re not ready for the film world.”

He turned to go. I told him to wait a minute. Then slowly, I began to peel my leather jacket. Raising my arms and mussing my hair, I started humping and pumping as I slipped out of my T. Then unbuttoned my jeans, I kicked my shoes off, trying to make them look as suggestive as possible.

As I stripped, he stood there smiling, saying, “Not bad, kid. You’ve got a perfect body for sex.”

Then dropping my jeans, I began to wiggle out of my skivvies. My cock was now hard as a rock and bouncing around like mad. That’s when I started again, with the bumps and grinds sinking to my knees. Just showing off to him was getting me horny as hell. I was beginning to want someone to fuck. That’s when I asked him if he had a bitch, and I would show him how well I could fuck.

Chuckling, he said he knew I was a lady’s man, and now could I prove I was a man’s man?

Suddenly this big ugly back trucker came through the loading doors and looked at my boss as if he wanted to fuck me. Suddenly I went soft as this big hairy hunk came after me. What the fuck? I screamed. Do I half to let him fuck me while you watch? Laughing, he told me to dress. I wasn’t ready to make fuck films if I was going to be so picky about who or what shoved their cock up my ass. I was mortified as the two men laughed and said he could fuck me. It took only a second for that ugly black bastard to reach into his fly and whip out his big black horse cock. Then he came at me, and I closed my eyes and just waited. Then I heard Mr. Moore yell out, telling me to get back down on my hands and knees so he could mount me.

Then as an afterthought, he yelled again, “Dam it, kid. Get a hard-on up. Look like you want him to fuck you. Your audience wants to see you enjoy getting fucked.”

I felt the weight of that creep on my back, and he was scratching the hell out of me with his coveralls. Then he shoved that big black rod up my ass and began pumping me like an animal. Getting off a few minutes later, he came around to my face.

Then I heard the directions. “Get on your knees, kid, and suck him and make it look like you are enjoying it.”

Trying my best, I buried my face in his crotch and gave it my all. Getting his nuts off again and pulling them out of my mouth, he said, “Not bad, kid.”

Then Mr. Moor said I needed much practice to be good in one of his films. Maybe in the next couple of months, we will get a couple of girls for you and set you up with a camera. As the trucker zipped up and walked away, I could hear the laughing in the office as the trucker’s words drifted back, “The kid was a pretty good piece of ass.”

Mortified, I dressed and got busy then boxing films. I knew I could do better with half a chance and someone that turned me on. As I filled and boxed the orders, I was getting a real charge looking at the titles. I was startled as they began cutting off the lights. Then Mr. Moore stuck his head out of the office, telling me I would be working alone, so have a ball.

Every night, when the lights went out in the office area, I would turn on my little radio and shuck my clothes as I moved along the shelves bumping and grinding and filling orders. I was trying to learn how to make myself sexy. I was going to become a star. It was summer, and the warehouse was hotter than hell, so I was beginning to like running around naked. All I needed now was an audience, and the next time that trucker came in, I would be ready to let him fuck the shit out of me. I was going to show Mr. Moore I had star quality. I could take it from a man and give it to a woman.

In the three months I worked there, I was getting good at my work. I could box and ship the orders in record time. Then one evening, when I was punching the clock, there was a note on my card to report to Mr. Moore in the office. I was excited and began telling him how hard I’d been practicing to be in one of his films. Shushing me, he said someone had been stealing many of their films and had to do something about it. The first thing that told me was that I had to submit to a lie detector test since I was the last hire. As soon as I had started, the stealing tapes began. I was mad because he was accusing me of being a thief.

Getting furious, I stormed out of the office, telling him, “I quit.”

I was no sooner out of the door when I thought about what he’d said about the stealing starting after I was hired. It was natural for them to suspect me. Going back into the office with my head bowed, I apologized and said I would take any tests they wanted.

Standing and coming around and putting his arm around me, he said that was all he needed to hear. They were going to take a few safety measures to trap the thief, and I didn’t need to worry about a thing. Told me not to worry about my job and that he trusted me. I was free to go. When the main lights went out, I heard the office help leave. Turning on my little radio, I began bumping and grinding as I stripped. I thought I was getting great at being sexy and knew I would be in a film soon. I had started learning this new routine where I faced the wall stripping and grinding, and finally, on my knees, I would turn to hump my ass and throw my clothes in every direction.

With my eyes closed and leaning against one of the boxes, I began sliding down to my knees, working my hips. Then working my cock and balls with both hands, I started pumping my hips slowly, trying to look sexy. Suddenly hearing this growling and opening my eyes, I stared into a Doberman’s eyes. I almost shit. I froze, almost afraid to breathe. I just kneeled there as he came toward me. I just kept watching those black eyes looking into mine. Suddenly, he had his nose in my crotch. Sitting there scared shitless, I was afraid to move. I began sweating like a bitch in heat as he began licking at my balls. Moving close to me and sitting, he put his paws on my shoulders and started licking my face.

This dog was too much. He was the most giant dog I’d ever seen. As my eyes traveled down that fur-covered body of his, they stopped at that cock of his. It was too damn big to be real. Then I realized this dog was in heat, and he was putting the make on me. As he moved closer, I reached out to take his piece of meat in my hands. Holding it firmly, I was amazed as he began to swell even bigger. Bending down, I started licking and sucking at his balls. As he began to growl gently, I gave my head to a dog. Still growling, he started pulling me away from the wall and jumping up on my back. He began pushing me to my hands and knees.

I tried to crawl away from him, but he kept holding me tight on my back with his paws. I knew what he wanted, and I was damn if I would let a dog fuck me. Pulling away from him, nails ripped into my back. I desperately tried to crawl, but he kept trying to mount me. Finally realizing there was no way I could keep him out of my ass, I lowered my head and, spreading my legs, let him enter me. As he worked up into my ass, I could feel that cock sink into me. What the shit? I thought if I was going to be a porno star, I had to let everyone and everything fuck me.

In seconds I felt this blinding pain in my ass and let out a scream from the pain; I tried to pull away from him. The only thing I managed to do as I crawl out on my knees. He stayed mounted, hanging on to me. As he pumped my ass, I began to like that tight feeling of his cock swelling even bigger. As the pain subsided, I realized I was tied to him. Now that I was tied to the damn dog, I began to push back at him. The hotter he got, the more his cock swelled, and the hotter I got. When he started to cum, I thought I would burst as he pumped great streams of cum into me. When he finally finished with me, I just lay there with him up my ass. It must have been thirty minutes before he pulled out of me. Moving to a spot under the table, he lay there watching me.

I knew it was getting close to quitting time, and I had to hurry to get the orders out. When I was finally finished, I went over to the dog and, still naked, kneeled and hugged him. That was all it took, and he was hot ready to take his bitch again. Kneeling and spreading, he mounted me again. This time I was relaxed, and when we tied, I gave him one grand fuck. When he released me, I knew I had to clean up and dress before the office help arrived. I was surprised when he began to lick and clean my ass. I almost melted in ecstasy as that course tongue worked my asshole. After he’d cleaned me up, I grabbed his head and planted a big kiss on his nose. He lashed out with that dripping wet tongue of his shoving it into my open mouth. Giggling, I told him he made a great lover.

All that next day at home, I kept reliving my experience. When I checked in to work the following evening, I was surprised when Mr. Moor called me into the office. Sitting there was my lover, the black Doberman. Then looking up at me, he said they were having the offices patrolled by Sergeant Willard’s dog, and he thought I should know about it and get to know him in case he got into the warehouse. As I approached, the dog leaped up and began licking my face.

“Well,” Mr. Moor said. “It seems like the dog loves you, so we have no problem with you getting along with him. Now get to work.”

When I opened the door to leave, Sergeant Willard gave me the thumbs-up sign. Giggling and blushing, I was almost out the door when I heard Mr. Moor say that the lighting engineers had done a little lighting work in my working area. As I walked into the warehouse, I was amazed at the lights. Also, the floor shined like an army of scrubwomen had waxed it. Well, shit, I thought I sure didn’t need that much light, but it was lovely. Those fuckin engineers must get a commission on how many new lights they could hang. I started working as fast as I could to pack the orders. Tonight I was doing things differently because I knew that my Doberman would be out for his piece of ass. Tonight I was saving my strip tease for my Doggy. As I worked, I was surprised at how few orders there were tonight, and I was done in record time.

Looking up, suddenly I was staring at my Lover Dog, and he was sitting there watching me, licking his lips. As he sat there, I came around the bench and began my strip tease for him, putting on my music. I went through all the bumps and grinds and flung my clothes in all different directions. The dog never took his eyes off of me. When I finally kicked my shoes off and slipped out of my socks, I began to grind my way over to my Lover Dog. Rubbing his cock until it was good and hard, I got him all worked up, and he started licking me all over. As he licked me, I slowly dropped to my knees and, spreading my legs, told him his bitch was hot for him.

He was hot and panting like crazy. He tied in seconds and pumped the shit out of me as I kept telling him to give it to me. When he had cum we looked at each other. Giggling, I told him I loved being his bitch. When he finally pulled loose from me and was over-sucking and licking me clean, I whirled around and, climbing on top of him, began to fuck him. He struggled at first and then relaxed, letting me have my way. He was a hot juicy fuck. As I shot my load and pulled out of him, I dropped to my knees and began licking his ass. Spreading his legs, I was under him, sucking on his cock until he began to swell and throb again.

Then whirling around on all fours, I let him mount me again, and he was so hot he did a job on me. Exhausted, we both curled up on my scattered clothes and went to sleep with my arms around his body. It was dawn when we finally jumped up, and I dressed. I had just barely dressed when Mr. Moor came in earlier than usual. Calling out to me, he said he wanted to see me about a picture deal. I told him to go in and make myself comfortable that he had coffee and donuts and would be in soon. I thought, great, he thought I was good enough to try out for his videos. I wondered if I was going to screw some of those hot babes. When he came in, he had several videos in his arms. He had them labeled one, two, and three cameras. Setting them down on the counter, he pulled a tape from the desk and pushed it into the VCR.

First, he explained that nothing could ever be published without my consent. The first Video he wanted me to see was the new security video camera that had been installed; this was the take he had recorded the day before. Shutting off the lights, he explained that the quality of the tape was not good. It was dark, grainy, and hard to see. Then, as the screen lit up, I could see myself going into my bumps and grinds as I stripped. Then it was nothing more than me filling orders until you finally could see the guard dog coming into focus. I knew what the rest of the film was. It was me servicing the dog. Shutting the tape off, he said now, let’s look at the better videos.

He then popped in the tape-marked one. It was sharp and clear. He explained that after they saw the first tape, they wanted to film the dog and me again, with good lighting and backdrop. As he talked, you could hear me making overtures to the dog as I stripped, calling him my lover. It continued, and I could see everything we had done together, right down to my licking and sucking his ass and cock. He had everything right down to the last detail as I dressed and got ready to leave. Standing, he said I was a natural for their Farmer Brown series. They had placed three cameras and could cut and splice all three tapes so my audience would see every last delicious second of my love affair with my dog. He wanted the right to publish the film of the dog and me.

Reaching into his drawer, pulling out a contract, and pushing it toward me, he said, “You would be making more money than you’d ever dreamed of. You could live like a film star, drive a nice car, and be assured of your future with each new film.”

I almost choked when I saw the figures. Excited, I said, “I’ll sign.” Then looking over at the dog lying there, I said, “Only if I could keep the dog.”

Chuckling, he said, “Fine. The dog is yours, but none of the rest of the livestock you’ll be featured with. We want to cast you as a farmer with a beautiful wife who doesn’t give you enough sex. You’ll love it. You’ll get to screw one of our best-looking babes in the business and will fuck and get fucked by all the animals.”

Looking up, I ask, “What animals?”

“Hell,” he said. “You are going to fuck and get fucked by anything that can get their cock up your ass or down your throat. Just as you did to that damn dog. You will be famous.”

Hugging my new dog, I told him, “We’re stars now, boy.”

 

The End.

 

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