Note: This story is based off of a piece of work by another person. You can read it here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/alpha-bull-men I am not following the storyline of the story, however the events are similar to the basis. Please enjoy. I had decided to quit my job. That was it. Done. Goodbye forever. I needed a change in my life. When I wen...
Thank you for following Ryan, and thank you to the fans of Ryan. This chapter had two real instances in it. One was a pleasure to write about, the larger one was difficult to write about. Much was added for drama purposes. ***** I quickly figured out what I was in for. I lay on my stomach, my head forced back by a padded bar across my forehead. My arms wer...
Sandy and Dan decided to hire someone to mow the field or large lawn or whatever it was. Then they would decide what to do with it - maintain it and keep it a selling point or subdivide it, if that was what they decided to do with the Keller Farm. In the meantime, they wanted me to walk through the field and mark any structures or obstacles to make the job...
The cart rocks back and forth as the horse pulls it along the uneven road, jostling you about. So far you've managed to wedge yourself between the other goods to avoid being slammed about. "Other goods", god above, to think you are now someone's damned property! You glare at the rough planks of the floor as you think back to the day your father sol...
Although Danny saw it in him, he'd refused to believe it, until now. He drove his car, trying not to think. The streets were almost deserted, because of the weather and the hour, the snow muffling the noises of the world, making it seem as though he had somehow entered a strange, new world. He had, in a way. He'd come from the farm for University, the only...
Nathan headed out of his house with a big grin. Working the farm always made him happy. It was really the cow shed that did it, which was the main reason he'd had to sell off most of his fields to his neighbors. He just liked being with the "cows" more than on the land. But that was OK, their milk sold for quite a pretty penny, and his father had taught him...
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on. The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stabl...
The gray floor of the barracks filled the vision of Private Mark Davis as he crawled down the aisle between the two rows of bunk beds, using a small brush to scrub the tiles. He could feel the pattern of the tiles on his knees and his left forearm as he removed the dirt from the training grounds from the floor of his home for the last six months. This was no...
When Darren said to me "Bernie, I've got to tell you something. You won't like it, but I must. This is the last time I can see you," I was first shocked, then devastated. I pleaded in vain for him to reconsider but he was firm : it was making things difficult for him at home, his wife was suspicious and he found he couldn't go on inventing convincing lies ev...
"We shall say nothing of this." "No, I shan't," I murmured as I panted. I didn't think I could count on the tall black man with the slender body, big hands, big feet, and the long cock to stay silent among his peers about what he could get from an English youth, someone from the white farm owner's family. But that was not my problem. Gashirai, the gardener...