It’s like the 1930s all over again. Economies down and here you are walking down a dirt road to go work on a farm. You saw the ad last week, first thing posted in months. “HELPING HAND WANTED” it read with a bold red font. There wasn’t much of a description, only “farm worker needed, call.” It was sketchy but you needed the money so you called.

“Hello?” a heavily southern sounding voice answered, it was deep and had a slight rasp to it.

You replied with a greeting and asked about the ad but he cut you off.

“You don’t sound like you’re cut out for this kind of work.”

It's true that it's been a while since you’ve been on a farm but you do know your way around one.

“How old are you son?” he asked.

You completely forgot that since your transition you sound like a 12 year old boy. You assure him of your age and explain that you are transgender but have done farm work before.

“Hmm, well since you are the only one to answer, sure come on down next monday and I’ll show you the ropes.”

You’re still pissed that the taxi wouldn’t take you down his road of a driveway. Luckily you enjoy looking at the property. How beautiful the surrounding forest was, how for once it wasn’t mainly pine trees but a mixture of burch, oak and a couple willows here and there. You watched as the driveway turned, turning with it you finally made it to the gate. Oddly enough it was very fancy, it was made of metal and had some sort of logo front and center. You notice a call box with a camera on it to your left and decide to buzz in.

“Damn guess you are cut out for this kinda work.” you hear through the speaker.

You didn’t think you appeared all too muscular, more chunky than anything but you did know that it was mainly muscle. Maybe he was able to see through you already. The gates opened on their own as a big, black, truck drove up. The truck looked brand new and out he stepped. He was tall with broad shoulders, you could see he was muscular, his stained, white, t-shirt sleeves looked like they would rip at any moment while the rest of the cloth draped over him. You could see small scares covering his arms and hands, his thumbs stuck into his blue jeans with dirty knees. You started to feel stupid for wearing a pair of khakis and a button up shirt.

“Here I’ll drive you in.” he said, motioning to come through the gate.

You followed him, hopping in his truck as he turned around and started to head back in. Once again you find yourself lost in the amazement of this place until you hear him clear his throat a bit.

“So you’ve done this kind of work before?” he started to question.

You, being over prepared, started to list off all your experience. Once again he cut you off.

“I don’t think you understand this kinda work bud.” he said in a condescending tone. “Look I have plenty of laborers doing all kinds of shit, but what I need,” he paused as he parked in front of the most fancy looking farm house you’ve ever seen. It was made of logs with beautiful windows and an oak door. The patio wrapping around the side of the house littered with hand made chairs.

“What I need is a milker,” he finally said.

You started to question why he was so awkward as you followed him into his house. Bringing you into his office he sits you in front of his desk before sitting himself across from you and sliding over what looks to be a one paged contract.

“Read it thoroughly.” he almost threatens as he takes off his hat showing medium length, shaggy, black hair half of it tied back.

You begin to read.

I _______ agree to the terms of this contract and understand that with signage I will not be able to break these terms with severe punishment.

These terms include:

Referring to my boss as Master, Sir or Daddy

Wearing only the cloths provided by Master

Completing any task asked of me to the best of my capability

Giving Master free access to my body and mind

Allowing Master to practice any kink on me including but not limited to, bondage, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, etc.

This contract, upon signing will be valid for one year from signing date.

Masters signature _________

Slaves signature _________

Date __/__/___

You’re taken aback as you look up at him. He’s sitting there, hands folded staring at you as if you two were in a heated poker game. You never thought that you would ever consider this kind of work but you actually are. You need the money badly, otherwise you're homeless and this provides work, a nice house, food and even company. Shakenly you sign the contract and look back up at him. He smirks, “Good boy.”







He leads you out of his office to the second storey. All you see with a hallway of closed doors but one was opened in which he jesters too. You walk in to see a queen sized bed with dark gray covers and a plush gray blanket. Some folded clothes sat on top of it. There was a massive closet to your left embedded in the wall and a massive window on the far wall to your right and a desk along the wall across from the end of the bed.  He shuts the door behind you before walking past you and sitting on the bed. 

“Come.” he says, motioning you to stand in front of him. You follow his order and stand directly in front of his spread legs.

“Closer” he orders. You step in between his legs as your own start to tremble.

“You seem to follow orders well, good boy.” he praises. “Now strip.”

You can’t help it anymore, you start to shake as you take your shirt off. He grabs your waist gently.

“Oh my, you look so cute and curvy. God and you look even cuter shaking there like that little bunny. It’s ok bunny.” he stands up. You jump a little noticing just how much bigger he is compared to you. He moves towards you more as he slides his hands to grip your ass cheeks. Leaning down he whispers into your ear, “I won’t hurt you unless you deserve it, my little pet.” he sits back down.

“Now turn around and take off those pants, bunny.”

Nervously you turn and slowly take off your pants and underwear, removing your socks as you remove your clothes from your ankles. You turn back around and meet his gaze.

“Hiring you was the best idea I’ve had yet. Now, “ he turns to the clothing pile, reaches under and pulls out a black leather collar with two tags on it, one being the farm's logo and the other being a circle with “bunny” engraved on it. “On your knees.” he demands with a stern tone. He clasps the collar around you, slowly sliding his fingers along the side of it before reaching under your chin and inserting two fingers under it, he tugs on it gently making you look up at him.

“Perfect.” he udders with that same poker smirk before clipping a leash on. He tugs again.

“Up bunny.” not saying a word you follow his orders and follow him to the door before stopping. You protest, stuttering about being naked and questioning about inhabitants of this house. He shushes you.

“Hey now, good boys don’t argue, you hear. Now I am giving you a task to follow and according to that faithful contract you signed if you don’t listen to me I'll have to punish you. Now apologize.” he demands through gritted teeth. You apologize but he looks even more pissed.

“Properly.” he instructs, pulling at your leash. You don’t know what to say.

“Say, I’m sorry sir. NOW!” you're shocked. He was so nice just a moment ago. You say nothing.

“Fine then, be that way. On your knees!” he yells, kicking your legs out from under you. He pulls on your leash, crawling you back into the room before stopping you with his leg. He pulls the leash up making you look at him as he undoes his belt and pants before laying his cock right on your face. It's thick and long with a slight musk to it.

“Since you’ve decided not to follow instructions i”m going to teach you how to listen. Now you are going to do exactly what I say when I say it, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir” you reply

“Good, now you’re going to wait until I give you the permission to suck my cock. Until then you are going to just sit there.”

You squirm a bit waiting patiently. You never knew being dominated like this would be this exciting, here you thought you loved to top women. As if reading your mind he says, “You are nothing but a pathetic little slut huh. Can barely control yourself at the sight of my cock twitching on your face. Go on now, start by licking my balls.”

His cock draped over your head you lean in and taste his scrotum. It was slightly salty like sweat but also had an alcoholic sweet taste to it. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, it tasted too good. You slurp up one of his testicals into your mouth and play around with it.

“Fuck this isn’t you first time now is it. You like the taste?”

“Yesh, shir.” you reply, mouth still full.

“Good, now suck my cock.” he says tugging your leash back.

The taste gets saltier and saltier the further up you drag your tongue until you reach the tip, you start to suck the tip hard going further and further in with every head bob. You can hear him grunting a little every time your tongue caresses the rim of his tip. He grabs your hair, you look back up at him with his cock still in your mouth. With deep, hard breaths he says,

“Now, you’ve still been bad so I still need to punish you bunny.” with that he slams his cock down your throat.

“God, yes. Choke on me, gag on my fucking cock.” he growls as your struggle to breath. He grunts and growls fucking your face in muttering praises until, as you’re about to pass out, he pulls it out and cums all over your face.

“Fuuuccckk, now are you going to listen to me, bunny" “Yes, sir” you udder with a shaky breath.

“Good boy, now let's get you cleaned up.”

He tries to lead you by your leash but he soon realizes you're completely out of breath. He scoops you up into his arm with ease. You’re barely even conscious at this point, his arms are surprisingly comforting. As he carries you, you snuggle into his chest, enjoying this moment before he places you down on the floor of his bathroom. You didn’t even notice you left your room, the cold tile had awoken you from your cock lust trance. You watch as he draws you a bath and slowly places you in it. He lets you settle in before grabbing the shampoo and squirting some into his hand. You question him, reminding him that you’re a fully capable adult.

“You’re not an adult anymore, you’re my slave remember? So from now on I’ll be washing you, I want to make sure my little cock hungry bunny is clean.”

You blush at his comment, you don’t think you’re that cock hungry, horny yes but cock hungry?

“Oh don’t try to pretend now, I saw those eyes, watching my cock as I came all over your cute little face. Not to mention that your pussy left a good amount of juice on my arm here.” he says as he starts to wash your hair. He tips you head back and rinses out the soap before applying some conditioner and pouring some soap on a loofah.

“Look at me, don’t break eye contact.” he sweetly barks

You do just that as he starts to scrub your arms, then your chest slowly dragging the loofa over your nipples. His other hand reaches into the water and finds its place on your thigh before starting to trace upwards. You don’t break eye contact, you're scared of what punishment he might subject you to if you do. He's still rubbing that loofah back and forth over your nipples as that traveling hand starts to glide over your pussy. You can’t help but turn away in embarrassment after letting out a small whimper. He lets go of the loofah and grabs your face, making you look at him in the eyes.

“Don’t turn away now, be a good boy for me while I finger you.”

He pounds in his middle finger and you let out a yelp.

“It’s ok bunny, you go ahead and moan for me.”

He starts to shake his hand up and down as fast as a rabbit. You can’t help it, you start to moaning, squirming around and splashing water all over him he stops.

“All that with just one finger, let's see if you can handle another.”

Slowly this time he inserts another finger.

“God damn bunny, I can feel you clenching around me.”

You can feel him curl his finger slightly before ramming you again. You moan at the top of your lungs, it feels so good. His work hardened fingers are long enough to reach the back of you, it feels like he’s mixing your pussy up. You’re starting to reach your limit already.

“You gonna cum? I want you to thank me, thank your master for letting you cum on his fingers.”

You moan “thank you, master” over and over again, with each one getting more and more slurred until, finally, your muscles go stiff as your head jerks back. You never knew just how good someone else's fingers could feel. You have had sex before but it was also mediocre to you, it was never satisfying but this, you never felt anything like this before.

As your body went limp and your head fell back into a hazy state he continued to clean you up. You can’t remember much of what he said, only “You’re such a good boy, you came when I told you and you took your punishment so well.” That sentence seemed to repeat over and over as he carried you back to your bedroom, laying you on your side and covered you in that plush, gray, blanket. The smell of clean laundry surrounded you as you felt yourself sinking slightly into the mattress. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your arm and shoulder as you drifted off. The sunset flashed its hues of red, orange and pink into your room from that massive window basically filling up the whole wall. It felt so peaceful.