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A couple days later, she told me that she was going home after graduation, but had not made up her mind about me. She had contacted her parents and they had suggested that I spend the summer with them and her at their ranch in Kentucky and she would let me know later what she decided about marriage.
I discovered that her parents were quite wealthy; her father had made a great deal from investing and continued to invest successfully and her mother bred and trained show horses. Their principal residence was a horse ranch in Kentucky where we were going to spend the summer. Her father supplied the air fair since I could not afford first class and he insisted that this was the way we were to come. I was to travel light and put my other belongings in storage since as his guest it would be his pleasure to supply all my clothing and other needs for he knew what they would be for informal living on a ranch.
I was pleasantly surprised at my warm welcome I received from both her father and mother. Her father’s name was David. He was a well-built man, in his mid 40s, stocky but not fat, and graying at the temples. Her mother, Sarah, in her early 40s, was tall and slender somewhat like Linda, and I could see how Linda got her good looks. Both were obviously outdoor people in the pink of health. They were very gracious to me and seemed to be genuinely glad to have me as a guest for the summer.
Linda’s father, obviously proud of the ranch, gave me a quick tour of it on our arrival. It was a busy place, a few horses in the pasture lazily munching on grass, others going through their paces with a trainer in a fenced in yard not far from the barn containing their stalls and the carriage house with stable equipment, fittings, saddles, harnesses, bridles, bits and reins. Everything was clean and neat in its place.
Linda and her mother, while her father was showing me around, saddled up and mounted some fine looking Studs and while riding them at a slow trot, Linda was obviously telling her mother how things went at school.
Her father after our quick tour of the ranch took me to the large ranch house. It was impressive. He showed me to my room. It was quite something; a good size room with a fine heavy wood bed, a TV in the room and a computer. The closet contained clothing, flannel shirts, slacks and jeans all my size. There was underwear, and other necessities neatly put away in the large dresser, and toilet ware in the attached bathroom. They certainly went to a lot of trouble for me. Linda must have supplied them with the information they would have needed to have the specifications for the clothes to fit. Her parents were so friendly, and understanding I felt certainly they would be on my side in convincing Linda to marry me.
Dave suggested I wash up, catch a nap, and he will see me at supper at 6.30. I welcomed his suggestion, and did just that. After my rest, I selected a checkered red flannel shirt and slacks, since I sensed the informality of this place. At about 6.15 I heard the guests who had begun to arrive and went to join them. Dave suggested a drink before supper. I gladly accepted a martini, and was introduced to the others there, the trainer, two couples who were neighbors, another man who was in charge of running the ranch and a girl friend of Linda’s. We all went in for supper that was sumptuous.
Sarah sat next to me and through supper and told me about the great kick she had from breeding, training and selling show horses at horse shows and by advertising. From a couple of her award-winning stallions she collected semen that she sold to inseminate mares, since there was a good market for it. I listened politely, although I wasn’t really interested. However, my ears perked up, when she proceeded in telling me that there were some men, maybe not many, but some men who were meant to serve others and they should, in her view be trained like her show horses.
I would not buy that, and told her I could not believe it. She insisted it was true; I politely decided I would not argue the point and leave her to her illusions.
After supper we all went to the game room to have a brandy or if we prefer a glass of sweet port to socialize, relax and enjoy each other’s company. It was a large room, with large, heavy, comfortable furniture and a billiard table. Dave took me around the room to show me his display of rifles and guns on show on the wall. He also proudly showed me the many whips and paddles hung up, a bullwhip, a cat with nine tails, custom crafted floggers, quirts and crops so necessary for the horseman, and Sarah’s favorite, a leather strap, 3 inch wide by 22 inch long with multibraided leather handle that she used for training, presumably horses. She called it Ole Faithful, I was told.
Sarah said, “Let’s begin,” and whispered instructions to her housekeeper, a heavy set Mexican women whom together with her good looking 18 year old daughter, also on staff, wheeled into the center of the room a heavy stand with a saddle on it waist high, the wheels being locked in place. Sarah motioned me to come over, which I did to find out what she wanted. Sarah gave her housekeeper a signal and the housekeeper took hold of both my hands and before I had a chance to object; her daughter being behind me, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and firmly tied the two straps attached to it at the back of my head so that I could neither protest or spit the gag out of my mouth. The two of them pulled me over the saddle so that I was bent over it with my rear end up and the rest of me folded over. They attached each hand by cuffs to rings at each end in the front of the stand and at the bottom of it.
I was the center of attention, and I could hear the amused comments about me in this uncompromising position. I was shocked and embarrassed but also excited in knowing that everyone there was watching with anticipation what was to happening to me. Sarah instructed her helpers, “Strip him completely and get me Ole Faithful.”
As the housekeeper and her daughter pulled my shirt and under shirt over my head and down my arms; pulled my pants and shorts down my legs. Sarah whispered in my ear “relax, this is going to hurt a little but it is necessary if you are to accomplish your raison d’etre and you must learn to give pleasure to others before your own.” With this comment not long off her lips Ole faithful landed across my ass. It definitely hurt. Then came another, and another, and another. It was unbearable and I had no way to avoid the punishment. My penis, not knowing any better, was erect and was in full view of those in the room, each watching, whispering approval, and enjoying the spectacle.
After about ten strokes with Ole Faithful, Sarah turned to her assistants and said, “I want him clean, both inside and out.” They knew what to do, left and came back with a full enema bag. They emptied the contents in my ass, released the cuffs from the rings at the bottom of the stand and attached the cuffs to leather strips, front and back binding my hands to my sides. Kicking my clothes aside, still gagged, they forced me to accompany them naked with my penis throbbing with a hard on.
I was taken to a large bathroom where I relieve myself, given a second enema and then a third so that I would be perfectly clean inside. The housekeeper gave me two sharp strokes across my ass with a crop that she carried hooked to her belt to persuade me that obedience was better then valor. They shaved my entire body from the shoulders down except the hair around my penis, which was trimmed, thank you, to leave some evidence of my manhood. They well greased my ass hole, dusted me with baby talcum powder, put a bow ribbon on my penis and led me back to the play room.
I was taken directly to Sarah, and the whole room fell into hushed silence as all attention was drawn to me. Sarah brought me over to her husband and said to him, “enjoy darling.”
She then said to me, “on your knees,” and gently ran Ole faithful along my back so that I would understand she meant business. Releasing my gag with her other hand she said “open your mouth.”
I, being prudent, complied, as Dave unzipped his fly and he pulled out his long thick cock, inserted it into my mouth where it made itself at home. He said, “suck.” Half way in becoming enlarged, it filled my mouth. He said, “If you want to become a good cocksucker, you have to learn to take it all the way. It ain’t that hard. Just concentrate and enjoy it.” Holding my head by my ears for leverage, he pushed it further down my throat where I managed to swallow his large appendage without choking.
As he withdrew it slowly I took a breath and sucked it and before it came out of my mouth he reversed direction and shoved it back down my throat. Again he withdrew it partly, I breathed and sucked, and back down it went. His rhythm became faster and I accommodated him for which he showed his appreciation, by grunts, groans and words of encouragement.
He said, “I’m cuming. Now swallow it immediately, so that it doesn’t go into your windpipe, bon appetite, ” and his weapon discharged; in fact it discharged three times before his gun was empty. As he withdrew it he squeezed it so that I would get the last drop. In truth, it didn’t taste bad at all, like raw oysters or caviar, very tasty.
There was applause and clapping by the onlookers, and I heard, “good show,” by someone in the audience. I also heard Linda telling her mother, “Didn’t I tell you, he’s a natural. He will be great to train.”
Sarah came over to me and from my chin gathered some drops of semen with her finger and placed the drippings in my mouth where it belonged. She turned to the others in the room and asked, “Who’s next?”
I was passed from one to another. The men either sodomized me up my ass or gave me more lessons in the techniques of fellatio. The women either had me perform cunnilingus or analingus or both on them. They worked me to complete exhaustion to satisfy their carnal pleasures but did not allow my organ the same privilege even though it stood ready, willing and able to participate.
After everyone seemed to have had there fill, Sarah gave instructions to her hired help to prepare me for next day by relieving me of my heighten need to satisfy the demands of my engorged prick, wash me up and make certain that I get enough rest to start my exercising schedule. The cute daughter of the housekeeper led me to the center of the room and with her latex gloved left hand pressed two fingers up my ass, giggling grabbed peter with her right hand and I did the rest. I pumped away and with groans of pleasure shot my load into a waist basket that she with foresight placed in front of me. With loud approval of the company and with their well wishes, I was led away for her to complete her task.
After my shower, and after I put on the silk pajamas that was laid out for me, the young mistress told me to go to sleep since I will be required to get up early for breakfast. She gave me a kiss and assured me we would get together alone later. With a knowing smile, she left and locked my door on the outside. I checked the window for the other way out if I had the courage and energy to escape. It could not be opened and instead of glass, installed was one inch thick plastic. No one could break out through the window. Resigned, to the fact that I was not going anywhere, I went to sleep, and being exhausted, slept like a log.
“Get up, faggot,” shouted the housekeeper, as she rudely shook me out of my deep sleep “and don’t you dare jack off.” I could not help the hard on I had. She virtually threw me out of bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over her lap and pulled down my pajama bottom.She shoved in my ass a greasy nozzle from the enema hose, the enema having been previously hung on the bedpost. With obvious contempt, she made her demands on me to shit and shave and wear the clothes she laid out for me. Again, she warned me not to jack off but to get my ass over for breakfast. Fortunately, my erection subsided after I pissed.
“Come and join us for breakfast,” I Heard David call out to me as I left my room. The family were in the dinning room eating, and on the a sideboard sat a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs, a plate with sausages, bacon and slices of ham, a bowl of hash brown potatoes, a cloth napkin with rolls and bagels, butter, jam and creamed cheese.
“Yes, have some breakfast,” said Sarah, “join us, you must be hungry.” I was and I did. They were most friendly to me and acted as if what happened the previous day never occurred. When I sat down with a full plate, Dave passed the coffee pot, cream and sugar and gave me a big smile. They made me feel at home and chatted with me as if I was one of their family.
After I finished Sarah got down to business. “You know we are going to start you off on an exercise program. But take it easy and read the newspaper for the next half hour or so, and come and join Linda and I, we will be horse back riding.” I anticipated riding one of their show horses and joining them for a ride.
After I finished breakfast, read the paper for a few minutes, I was anxious to join Linda and her mother horse back riding so I left to mount up. Walking to the stable, about halfway there Linda and her mother rode up to me; Linda dismounted and told me hold still. She placed a leather collar around my neck, attached a long leash to it, remounted her horse, and said, “we are going to get you in shape so keep up as I run you around the track.”
Holding on to the leash, she led me first at a slow gait for about a quarter of a mile, then picked up the pace for another quarter of a mile, then slowed down again for me to get my wind. I was getting pooped and Linda was getting bored, so she turned me over to her mother and Linda rode off. Sarah continued my exercise regime but also told me that they were going to go easy on me until I acquire more stamina. She informed me that that she is going to require me to run around the track hereafter while either she or the trainer watched increasing daily the exercise. But since I was exhausted and wet with sweat she called it quits today and led me back to the Stable at a slow walk.
In the stable Sarah handed over the leash to two Mexican stable boys and told them, “Clean him up and send him back to the ranch so he can rest before lunch.”
After Sarah rode off, they released the leash from the collar, but immediately tied my hands together and I protested and told them they had no right to do this. They laughed. They attached my bound hands to a rope, threw the end around a beam and pulled my hands up taut and tied the loose end to a rail. I was stretched and at their mercy. My sweaty shirt was pulled up my arms and my pants and shorts were pulled down to my ankles.
One of them took a crop hanging near by, and with scorn said, “Lets see the Gringo dance.” Across my ass came the crop. I screamed, “Yeoh, stop.” But it came again, and again and again. I pleaded with them and told them they weren’t going to get away with this mistreatment to me. They laughed and continued whipping my ass.
“Lets fuck the Americano. He’ll love my dick,” said the other. He proceeded to let me down, but tied my hands behind my back. He pulled me down to my knees and extracted from his pants his male organ that he took out and proudly pushed to my lips, “Open your fucking mouth and you can swallow your new lover.” I had no recourse but to accept it. It hardened as he pushed it down my throat and I received more lessons in the art of cocksucking. When he came it didn’t taste as good as Dave’s but you can’t have everything.
With this rude behavior I no longer had the will to resist their pleasures. The other had me bend over and after putting a rubber on his member and after having it well greased, fucked me in the ass. When it first entered in it hurt but when it reached my prostate my cock responded. He came in me with a loud cry, “Vivala Zapatta,” and I came and shot my load into the ground.They congratulated me and said, “Bravo.”
They released me from my bonds, they washed me, they cleaned me up, they got me dressed and they sent me back to the ranch house. Before I reached the ranch house Sarah met me. She told me she saw what the stable hands had done to me and apologized for their misconduct to me. “They are animals,” she said, “but I can’t fire them. Good help is hard to find.” I told her I understood.
We went back to the ranch house for lunch and was told to relax with a short nap but then I would have certain chores to do to help, and after that I could rest again before supper. Today they had me wax some of the floors; the Mexican housekeeper was difficult to satisfy, she made liberal use of her crop to make a point. I finished and had a little time to catch up on my reading, mostly the newspapers, before supper was called.
At supper both ranch manager and the horse trainer were invited since they had ranch business to discuss with Dave. The supper was very good, there was plenty of great tasting food, the company was friendly and charming and they asked me many questions as to what I did and how I felt about things. They were interested in me and I enjoyed their attention.
After supper in the playroom, Sarah convinced me with Ole Faithful that my chores were not over. I was to satisfy the family and hired help by gratifying their perverted wants. Dave decided to do my ass, he liked a variety. Sarah and Linda in turn had me lick their ass and then their cunt with yelps of pleasure. The horse trainer and manager joined forces; one gave it to me in the mouth and the other in my ass, and in unison unloaded their cargo in me.
Sarah obviously felt that I executed my duties to her satisfaction, so she had the 18-year-old Mexican beauty play me as she had performed the previous night, and my instrument came to a crescendo to the loud applause of the audience. When I finished my young mistress took me back to my room, washed me up, had me put on my pajamas and kissed me goodnight.
The next day and the day after went basically the same. I have to admit the exercise was giving me more stamina but I could not make up my mind how I was adjusting to the demands on me. Did I resent the abuse inflicted on me or did I enjoy the sex and attention that I was getting? My hosts, however, were enjoying themselves immensely.
Wednesday was a break in the routine. I was informed that after lunch I was not to be permitted to ejaculate either by another having use of me or by masturbating. Thursday was the day set aside for collection of semen for sale and it was important that I maintain my virility and potency.
About an hour after breakfast I was asked to go to the barn. The stable hands immediately removed all my clothes and placed me naked in a stable with my body in a leather harness but no saddle; leather straps strategically placed so that I was effectively prevented from moving about or resisting. On the two stalls to my left were the two prized winning stallions similarly restrained. They started with the horse two stalls down, Sarah would keep him calm by rubbing his nose and whispering soothing sounds while the handler stimulated his penis and the manager would have ready the vials to collect his valuable semen. When he came they would fill a number of properly labeled vials and place them in a storage container packed with dry ice. When they were finished with that horse, he was released by the stable hands to graze in the pasture. They did the same to the horse next to me.
It now was my turn, Sarah stood in front of me rubbed my cheek and whispered encouragements for me to keep calm; the handler inserted his sheathed penis up my ass until it reached my prostate; the manager held my penis to the mouth of a vial while the handler rhythmically move in and out. I came. As each vial was filled, the manager had quickly replaced it with an empty vial without spilling any of the valuable contents. They extracted four vials from me, which was immediately placed in a different storage container with dry ice, to be sent by next day delivery by American Express.
Sarah was so happy with my production, she let me have the rest of the day off. On our walk back to the range house she explained to me that in view of my resume, she expected to get a good return for my manhood. She further explained they would not know how much they would get as it was sent on consignment to be paid only if the donees get pregnant. If we get good results I would get a gratuity, she of course keeps the much larger portion for after all she did all the work and took the risks while I was a passive partner. I agreed.
The weeks flew by. I was getting adjusted to my treatment and was beginning to enjoy my stay. I noticed that Linda was disappearing in the afternoon. When I asked about her, Dave informed me she became aware that a young assistant professor from our university, an archeologist, had taken his sabbatical by wandering the hills near the ranch in search of Indian artifacts. Linda, always loyal to her alma mater had gone up with sandwiches to find him and give him some assistance.
Sarah took me aside after I had been here about a month and informed me that since I was now properly indoctrinated any further training on her part would be redundant and therefore she was going to let me go home earlier then originally planned. This did not upset me as I now came to the conclusion that Linda was going to reject my proposal of marriage. Sarah, being considerate of me, told me she had a friend, Mrs. Henderson, who maintained a boarding house in millionaires row (large formerly occupied homes by millionaires before they moved to the suburbs, just off campus and now occupied by fraternities, sororities and boarding houses), which Mrs. Henderson maintained to help students in need of room and board. Sarah realized that I would need this type of accommodation, as she knew I had given up my former lodging and I was now short of cash. She informed me she had worked out arrangements with Mrs. Henderson to give me credit until I could repay the rent.
Mrs. Henderson was expected presently and she suggested that I go back to my room and pack the duffle bag that I would find in my room. She generously gave me all the clothes there and I was welcome to them. She did say that she needed the space for the new guest who was moving in. When I went back to my room, I noticed from my window Dave showing a tall, young man the ranch, which I later learned was the archeologist that Linda had been assisting in finding Indian artifacts.
Sarah and a heavyset woman were arguing over some terms. Sarah wanted 25 and the woman insisted 20 was the highest she would go. When I came in, Sarah saw me and said, “OK 20.” Sarah then introduced me to Emma Henderson and informed me that we must leave within the hour if we were to catch our flight. Mrs. Henderson indicated that it was necessary for me to sign a one-year lease for my accommodations. We didn’t have time for me to read it and she inadvertently only had one copy with her. After she assured me that when we got back home she would make a copy for me, I signed.
On the flight back home, Mrs. Henderson, became very friendly and talkative. She explained that I was not to be concerned about the rent since it would come out of my share. She told me that she ran an escort service in addition to her boarding house and she was confident that I could easily earn enough to pay my expenses. I was advised that from my services as an escort, I would get 40 percent out of which she would deduct my rent and other expenses, she would get 40 percent for running the business and supplying the clients, and Sarah would only get 20 percent to defray her costs in having me at the ranch and a reasonable profit.
Mrs. Henderson boarding house was a three-story mansion of the old style that had seen its day, with ample parking in the back for a number of cars, which could not be seen or identified from the front. The third floor, formerly a ballroom, was partioned into bedrooms, one of which I received. Although not as big as the one I had at the ranch, it was satisfactory. While I was getting settled and putting my clothes away, I heard load screams from the first floor and went down to investigate. The screams were coming from a room off the living room, which I later learned was Mrs. Henderson’s office. In the living room were two students playing chess at a small table and another in an easy chair studying from a book. The noise from the other room was the unmistaken swish of a strap hitting flesh and the screams that followed. The students seemed to be unconcerned.
I turned to the student who was studying and said, “what’s going on?”
“Oh that just Fred, he is being punished for being late to an appointment,” was his response.
“You mean, Mrs. Henderson punishes you like that when you are late on an escort job?” I asked him.
He laughed, “Is that what she calls it. Don’t you know that this is a male whore house and Emma don’t take kindly to you being late to an appointment to service a client.”
I was in shock; he knew what I really wanted to know without me asking. He continued, “You want to know why we do this and why we put up with this. Why not? It’s good work, how else could I afford to go to college and have time to attend classes and do homework? And besides Emma ain’t such a bad egg. She gets for us good clientele who pay good, she gives us a fair split and doesn’t cheat us, gives us time off when sick or taking finals and knows who to grease to protect us. I know she is strict and gives us a whipping even when we don’t deserve it, but you can’t have everything, and I guess she has to keep us in line.”
The whipping in the other room stopped, and out the door came a young girl, obviously one of Mrs. Henderson’s hired help, leading a sniveling young man, whose pants were down on his hips, sporting a large hard-on, to a corner of the living room. His ass was stripped with lash marks and tears in his eyes. Mrs. Henderson hollered from her office, “Take care of him, clean him up and get him ready for lunch.”
The young girl led him into a corner of the room, with her latex gloved left hand, shoved two fingers well greased into his asshole, grabbed his cock with her right hand and he pumped away until he squirted. He said “Thank you Mary. I owe you one.” She threw away the glove and goop which landed conveniently on a paper napkin well placed to catch his discharge, into a wastebasket. She helped him pull up his pants, gave him a handkerchief to blow his nose and led him away to get him ready for lunch. I returned in deep thought to my room to continue unpacking
It didn’t take long for Mrs. Henderson to get me adjusted to my new quarters. One good whipping and I knew what I had to do to pay the rent. Of course Sarah’s training made her job a lot easier. I adapted to my new environment quite well and even enjoyed the challenge. Because I knew that my prime function was to satisfy the client before myself I was successful in getting large tips and repeat business, which made Mrs. Henderson less likely to beat me then the others. But I had no problem making friends with the other tenants since I was older then them and they looked up to me as a father figure. That is until about two months after my arrival the archeologist joined us as a tenant.
Since the archeologist and I shared a common experience at Sarah’s ranch we became fast friends. He was a little angry with Sarah for when he inquired as to the gratuities he had coming she responded with Ole Faithful. Although he wasn’t satisfied with her explanation he decided not to press the point. Of course I never got any of the gratuities promised to me, so I just wrote it off as a bad debt. We spent many long hours over a drink reminiscing are experiences there.
Notwithstanding my obligation to my clients, I had plenty of time to complete my PHD requirements. I took my orals and passed with flying colors. I spent much time on my thesis, and wrote a long, well researched study on William Faulkner, and how he influence American writers that came after him. It so impressed my mentors that they suggest I have it published. Even though they thought it worthy of publishing, the University did not have the funds to finance it. I went to Mrs. Henderson for a loan since I did not have enough of my earnings to cover all the costs. She generously advanced the additional amount at a usurious rate of interest, which resulted in my having to stay here a bit longer.
After the publishing of my thesis, I was offered a teaching post at the University as an assistant professor, and fortuitously my lease was running out. I decided not to renew it. Bidding Mrs. Henderson and the many friends I made here good-bye, I secured new lodging with an elderly couple, with a room to let. They did not want a student since being good Christians; they did not want to deal with hanky panky on their property.
It was at a staff meeting of the faculty that I first saw her. She was a petite woman, in her early 30s, everything in its proper place, a French assistant professor. Besides teaching beginning French she taught in the woman’s department; she was a feminist. Her name was Lili deGrasse. She was pretty and I was enchanted with her.
This time I wasn’t going to get caught, I was very careful not to be observed as I followed her around. “Pervert,” she said that eventful night after she had eaten her supper and was walking home. “I’m going to turn you in and they are going to throw you out from your teaching job,” she warned me.
I pleaded with her, told her I meant no harm; it was only my innocent admiration of her and promised not to follow her any more if it displeases her. She looked at me with contempt.
“OK, I’ll think about it,” she said and started to walk away. She then turn around and said, “be at my office at 5 o’clock after classes tomorrow for a good spanking, male shithead.”
When I came in she was waiting for me. “Drop your pants, I want to see your bare ass as you’re lying across my lap, asshole.” I complied not want to make her angrier with me then was necessary. As I lay there my prick fell between her legs of her open skirt. She proceeded to let me have it with a slipper that she conveniently produced for this occasion. It hurt, I screamed in pain, she would not let up. With the friction of her legs that held my prick captured, I could not hold back no matter how hard I tried. I came and my emission trickled down her legs.
“Pig,” she screamed. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to lick it up, starting at her ankles and worked my way up. By the time I was getting to her hole, she was in heat. I dug in her slit with my tongue and in short order she screeched with her organism.
“Not bad,” she said, “you’re almost as good as some of my female students. I’m not through with you. I will let you know when you get your next spanking.” With that she dismissed me and pushed me out the door so that she could prepare for her next day’s work.
I left and wondered whether when she gets to know me better she would consider marriage.

The end.