Uncle Walter's Farm

Uncle Walter's Farm

After a couple of weeks under Uncle Walter's watchful eye on the farm, Grant finally buckled down and stopped slacking off. That seemed to earn him a reprieve from Walter's special punishments, giving his battered asshole a chance to recover from the aggressive poundings.

"Boy, you've been doin' better lately. I'm finally seein' some improvement in your work ethic."

"Uncle Walt, I reckon I've been tryin' my best," Grant said, a hint of pride in his voice as he met Walter's gaze. Walter patted him on the shoulders, his touch reassuring. But despite his progress, the memory of those forceful penetrations lingered, causing Grant to shiver under Walter's touch, his body recalling the stretching sensation of that thick, manly cock.

Then, about a week later, the trouble began. Grant's hole had healed, but it felt tighter than ever, uncomfortable and just plain wrong. That evening became a battle, his fingers probing deep to ease the tension enough for sleep, only for the tightness to return by morning.

The ensuing day was a blur of distraction, Grant's mind unable to focus, leading to more than a few screw-ups.

"Sorry about that, Uncle. I didn't mean to let that happen," Grant admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for his errors.

Walter might have been tough, but he showed surprising leniency, helping Grant correct his mistakes when they were genuine.

"It's alright, boy. We all make mistakes. Just make sure you learn from 'em," Walter reassured with a shoulder pat. This time, Walter's pat made Grant's insides quiver, the tightness easing, if only momentarily. It wasn't long before Grant found himself seeking out those fleeting touches, each one leaving him hot and sweaty.

That night, Grant delved deeper into himself than ever before, imagining it was Walter's cock stretching him out. As he found his g-spot, memories of those rare moments of pleasure amidst punishment flooded back, sparking a revelation.

The next morning, Grant slipped away from his duties, seeking solace in the barn for an hour of fingering. But when Walter caught him later that afternoon, Grant's whole body flushed and itching, he braced for punishment, only to receive a stern warning instead.

"Grant, we can't have you slacking off like this," Walter said, his voice stern but tinged with an unusual softness. "You're too valuable to the farm."

Grant's heart raced as he stammered out an apology, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don't apologize." Walter replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. But as Grant turned to leave, Walter's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

Walter's had taken his overalls off, catching Grant off guard, his hard cock proudly on display. Grant's mouth watered at the sight, a mix of arousal and apprehension flooding his senses.

Walter wasted no time in addressing the situation, his tone stern. "I know all about them late-night activities of yours, Grant. You've been quite vocal, and those barn escapades haven't gone unnoticed." Grant's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his heart pounding in his chest.

"But here's the thing," Walter continued, his expression softening slightly. "I've realized that maybe I've played a part in all this. I meant to discipline you, but it seems I've inadvertently turned you into a damn whore."

Grant's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected declaration. A thrill shot through him, excitement mingling with lust as he realized the truth in Walter's words.

"But don't you worry, Grant. Farm operations won't suffer for it," Walter assured and beckoned Grant to bend over.

Feeling Walter's cock inside him again was pure bliss, the familiar sensation bringing relief as it completed Grant''s inside. This time, Walter was more passionate but still rough, his firm thrusts igniting Grant's hole like a fire.

"Oh, Walt…" Grant moaned, his pleasure building with each impact of Walter's cock on his ass, crying his inhibitions melting away.

Walter paused, his gaze locking on Grant's ass as he admitted, "Your tight ass is pretty delicious, boy," delivering a sharp smack that sent Grant over the edge.

Grant's load exploding out of him in waves of ecstasy, As Walter increased his pace until he did something he hadn't in those previous punishments—he came inside Grant.

Grant's body spasmed in response, his ass pulsating with the intense warmth of being dumped in, fulfillment washing over him.

Grant laid there, his body still trembling from the intensity. Walter leaned in close, his voice low and commanding. "You hear me, son? From now on, you're gonna be workin' hard and takin' your reward like a good boy. I'll be breedin' you after lunch, dinner, and first thing in the mornin'. You got that?"

Grant nodded eagerly, his ass twitching in anticipation for the next session. "Yes, sir."