Families start somewhere...

[leatherpunk16]

I'm curious who is telling this story now. There's a short entry from Tom's ghost a ways back, but I'm sure it's not him, and that wouldn't make sense.

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Part 26

The next couple of weeks moved quickly.  The torrent of workers and work to be done kept my office, cock, and hole very busy.  Mrs. Betty was sending food. I asked her if I could open an account.  I also hired Brian full-time. He would run errands and some light cooking.
Jackson came by my office; it was a table in the corner of the house.  He was on his way to talk to the Mayor about the town and wanted me to come.  Jackson, Chris, Malik, Ashton, and I started down the mountain toward town.  Jackson and I would talk to the Mayor, and the rest would check out the potential building for a gym.  Malik and I also needed to pick up our samples from the tailor.  If we had time, we might swing by the furniture maker.
The mayor went through all the projects that needed to be done throughout the town, repairs to town all, fixing of street lights, road repair, etc.  The list was long, nothing that Jackson's crew couldn't handle.  I asked the mayor what he had for funding.  He was able to secure enough to pay for any equipment and supplies and pay the workers.  The rate was lower than what Jackson usually charges.  I would sure we could get the friends and fuck pig discount from his crew.  The mayor said he would pay for the hotel.  The owner refused to bill the Mayor, and I hadn't seen one either.  Jackson would find out what was happening at the hotel.  It looks like the construction crew would be staying a while.  A ranch full of horny construction workers, I could think of worse things.
I asked the mayor about the old abandon building.  He said it has been sitting empty for years.  No one wants it because it needs work.  I asked what the price of the building was.  The mayor said if we were going to bring it back to life he would give me the property deed.
Jackson and I left the mayor's office.  Jackson called Jake down to survey the new gym.  Jackson needed to know what work needed to be done to the gym.
Jackson and I stopped in at Mrs. Betty's on our way to the furniture maker.  She always had a smile.  We sat down at the counter and ordered some ice tea.  She came back with cornbread and tea.  Jackson and I had never seen this combination.  Mrs. Betty chuckled, "you boys ever have sweet tea and cornbread?"  We hadn't.  It was incredible; if we weren't careful, Mrs. Betty was going to make me fat.  I joked with Jackson, if I kept eating Mrs. Betty's cooking, I should find myself a chubby chaser.  We finished the snack. I asked for the bill.  Mrs. Betty gave me the "are you kidding" look.  I knew putting a tip would be equally disrespectful.  Just as we walked out the door, Mrs. Betty asked how her son was doing and if he was "staying out of trouble."  I gave him a glowing report, all of it true.
Jake would be working with the boys in the gym, Jackson and I would go to the furniture maker.
We came to a small size farmhouse with a large bright red barn behind it.  A sign on the door "furniture store in the barn."  We went around to the barn, opening the door; the smell of fresh-cut wood was everywhere.  We didn't see anyone in the barn.  I called out, "hello."  A hand waved from behind a stack of lumber.  Jackson and I walked back, and there was the furniture maker, shirtless.  He was staining a large solid oak dining room table.  I marveled at its craftsmanship.  The family loved sitting around a table, sharing meals and stories.  He asked how big I wanted it.  I said, the same size as the one you have there.  He looked up, "that's good because this is for your home.  I know there is a lot of you in that house.  I didn't see a dining room table.  The furniture maker asked if we could barter.  I said, "sure, what did you have in mind."  The man stood up, he had a compact, tight build.  He grabbed his crotch, "how about you bend over that table"  Jackson and I smiled, "do you want one hole or two?"  Jackson and I stripped naked and bent over the table.  I haven't seen a man so starved for ass in quite a while.  He ate us both deep then fucked large loads in each of us.  We all caught our breath.  The furniture maker said, "I will call when it's ready if you can send some guys to pick it up."  I smiled, "you want to fuck them too?"  The furniture maker didn't know how to respond.  Jackson said, "We will send a couple of bottoms and vers; you will have a good time."
Jackson and I were walking down main street, it was a nice town, but it was brown.  The pain was pealing off every storefront, rust-covered some intricate ironwork, the town needed some TLC.  Jackson stopped me and we sat on a bench.  "What if we gave this place a makeover?  With some paint and elbow grease, this could be the epitome of a small-town main street.  It might get some additional tourists, not just horny men to fuck at the ranch.
Eddy was itching for a project. He talked about making the town a website and installing some new technology.  I asked Eddy what it would take to bring this town into the modern age and attract some tourists.  He handed me a plan, already built.  As he gave the folder to me, "you can fuck me for it later.  I want your hand in my hole, you jerking your cock off all inside my cavernous ass.  "It's the least I can do," I replied.
Brian was getting used to cooking for a large group; tonight it would be the family and all the construction workers.  We decided on burgers for dinner.  Mason would work the grill, and Brian would prep all the side dishes.  Everyone spread out across the lawn to hear the news of the day.  Jackson did most of the talking about repairing the town, fixing main street, the new gym, and all the work at the ranch.  The men seemed excited with no reservations about staying as long as they needed.  One man raised his hand.  "Can we build some bunkhouses on the property and a large outdoor shower and bathroom?  These would convert into places for rent when we open the ranch.  It was a great idea.  
Typically no one worked on weekends except Jackson, Jake, and Jacob.  The three confiscated by desk and laptop, Jackson split up the projects, workers, and materials.  I got a call from the mayor.  He apologized for intruding on my weekend.  I had a house full of permanently horny men, and there was no intruding.  I was steadily pumped by one of the construction works while I was on the phone with the Mayor.  I don't know-how, the Mayor heard of our plan for main street.  He said the town had pooled some money for the paint and other supplies.  I told him to give it to the hardware store; that's where we order everything through.  The mayor said something interesting, some of the men had talked to his front office lady.  She was also the town real-estate agent.  They were asking about a few homes that were for sale.  They weren't in the best shape, and it was a small town. The homes are priced to sell.  I asked the major if he was ok with a bunch of gay men moving into his town.  He quickly replied, "you boys have done more for this town in less than a month than we have been able to do for decades.  I am worried if you ran for Mayor, you would win.  I do have a bone to pick with you about stealing my Sheriff."  I would never want to be mayor. I did know that Mason was having a hard time finding someone willing to move to this small town.
I went to find Mason to get some more detail about his search for a replacement.  I would like to have him more at the ranch.  I asked a few people if they had seen him; he wasn't in the house.  A couple of guys told me he was giving a dick down to Jason.  I found the two outside, in the shade of the tree.  They had put down a blanket, Jason with his leg in the air, and Mason pumping the family toxin into Jason.  I watched and working my cock while I was waiting for the two to finish.  They did, and I did down Mason's throat.
I asked Mason about finding a new sheriff.  Mason said he had no luck but an idea.  Mason thought Jason would make a great deputy.  Mason could get him into the state sheriff academy. It would be a 6-month program.  There was a friend of Mason's that Jason could stay with.  Jason had the "please daddy" eyes.  I wasn't his dad; if that's what he wanted to do, he should go for it.  Mason said he would take care of all the details.  My cock got hard again, seeing the cum dripping from Jason's hole.  I dropped to my knees, positioned my stinger with Jason's cum dump hole, and impaled the young man.
A number of the crew were building the bunkhouses.  Jackson told me to order double and queen-size mattresses.  Jackson found out what had been happening at the hotel.  The owner was getting all the ass he could ever want.  The crew staying there was giving the place a face-lift and some minor repairs.  The crew worked fast, getting the ranch completed.  I wanted an additional revenue source to off-set all the new expenses.  We could accommodate over one hundred guests, depending on the camping and bunkhouse reservations.  The remodeling modeling of the main house was completed.  A large commercial-grade kitchen, upgrades to the living room, and game room.  The upstairs was converted into a single-family bedroom with four full bathrooms.  It was nice that we didn't have to live in a construction zone. There was a dedicated place to rest and fuck.  Jackson constructed an office building in front of the main house.  This building would be my office, and check-in for guests.
The cellphone company installed the new tower, maintaining their part of the deal.  Neither the mayor nor I told anyone about the deal.  Everyone was thrilled to get their new phones and service that worked, and all for free.
The crew started on the town.  The initial changes weren't as obvious.  Mrs. Betty was happy to have consistent power and better water.  I didn't realize the town's infrastructure was in such desperate need of repair.
I woke up early. I don't know what roused me out of a pleasant dream.  I made myself a cup of coffee, grabbed a heavy robe, and went out to the porch.  It was still early, and I was the only one up.  It was quiet, still.  I could hear the sounds of nature. I could take a moment of quiet thought.  I never forget what I am so grateful to have in my family, now this town and its incredible people.  I had a smile of contentment as I stood on that porch, the railing still damp from the morning dew.  I never saw any of the "bad wrap" that most of the quaint mountain town got.  Maybe we were lucky, or maybe the love that we shared was infectious (pun intended).  Jason was off to become a sheriff.  We had expanded the family with Mason.  There was so much to be grateful for. I often forgot to take a moment and enjoy it.
Chris came out holding his own cup of coffee.  The big lug must have noticed I was not in bed.  He asked in a sweet voice if I was alright.  I told him I was beyond alright. He put his arm around my shoulder. We stood and watched the sunrise over the mountains.  There was something truly magical happening, and I didn't want to miss a single moment.  There Chris and I stood for a few silent moments. I turned to him, "you do know how much I love you.  Every night you wrap me in your arms. I wake up in your powerful embrace.  I don't have the words to describe the love and gratitude I have for you."  Chris didn't respond. He simply squeezed my shoulder.
The rest of the family and the crew started to wake up, finding coffee and wiping the sleep from their eyes.  There was a stillness in this morning, everyone enjoying the fruits of their labor.  Everyone was standing around, filling their lungs with the crisp fresh mountain air.  One of the construction crew walked up to the porch, asking if I had some time to talk.  We moved to some rocking chairs on the porch.  He said a few guys had been talking, and they wanted to know if they could stay.  I knew some were buying homes.  He meant they wanted to move onto the property, function as staff for events and maintenance.  They weren't looking for a handout, they wanted to earn their keep.  They were hoping it would be a barter, their work for food and lodging.  I thought it was a great idea.
This place, whatever had tapped into, brought out the best in people.  My family was embraced without hesitation, never any "queers on the mountain."  People let their children play on our field and reconnect with each other.  The original idea was to be a nudist, poz hog haven.  It still would be, but maybe it could be more.  The gay community had been so ravaged through the years, from politics, addiction, hate.  This would be a place where they would find rest, kindness, and make new friends without the noise of the world.
The worker walked back to tell the good news to a few others.  Chris and I finished our coffee.  Chris kissed me gently on the cheek.  His lips warm and soft, he went inside to fill our cups.  I was still lost in thought of the splendor and possibility.
My phone chirped. It was a text message with an attached video.  I watched in horror as the scene from the night of Mason holding onto the handrail played.  I also noticed that the message was sent to the entire town.  I watched as everything we built came crashing down.  We may be relegated to the perverts of the mountain.  The video ended, I turned closed my phone, the color drained from my face.
My phone rang, it was Mrs. Betty.  I am sure she was calling to let us know she didn't want her boy coming to the house of the perverts.  I answered it with trepidation.  She said in a quiet voice, "I saw the video, it was wrong and vile.  The person that did that to you boys will be found. You can count on that.  None of us thought you were saints, and we are not naive country bumpkins.  What you do on your land is your business.  You have shown us kindness, transforming our town.  You have my word, the person that did this to you boys will be found, the mayor as guaranteed it."  I couldn't believe my ears.  They didn't care. They accepted us for who we are.  The entire town saw both sides of this family, from the friendly neighbors to the pigs in the mountain; They didn't care.
I showed the family the video.  I told them of the conversation with Mrs. Betty.  I could tell Jason was shaken, considering what his parents had put him through.  I told him to stay on the property.  Malik and I had an appointment with the tailor.  I could see what the townspeople really thought.
Malik and I drove down main street, people waving as they always did.  We pulled up to the tailor and went inside.  He had a large collection of clothing made for us.  He started with the jockstraps, talking in detail about the fabrics and construction.  He said, "based on video, you boys need some sturdy support.  Malik and I laugh nervously.  The man said, "you think I have never seen porn come on, boys.  No one in this town through you were holding choir practice up there.  Let's get you boys dressed and see how everything fits.  Remember the jockstraps too."
Malik and I started to change. His tailoring was perfect.  The clothes showed off our work in the gym, and it didn't look like the seams were about split.  We looked sharp.  I paid for the clothing, asking if he would do a line of underwear and I would sell them once we opened the ranch for guests.  The tailor was excited.
I needed another cup of coffee. We went to Mrs. Betty's.  She brought us coffee and fresh blueberry muffins.  Mrs. Betty said they were a new receipt and wanted to know what we thought.  They were a little denser than traditional fluffy muffins. Their taste was incredible.  Mrs. Betty explain she had done some research. Those were "power muffins."  She continued, "there was anything that said, health food can't taste good."  She brought a menu. It was health-conscious versions of her decadent southern fair.  "You boys are putting in a gym; a lot of us are excited.  I made a menu that would compliment any workout.  I think?"  I told her Chris had some outstanding receipts, and he would love the opportunity to work with her.
Whatever this person thought they would accomplish with that video didn't work.  I would have Eddy install hidden cameras with night vision by the end of the week.  Malik and I finished our coffee and power muffins and headed off to the gym.  I wanted to hear their ideas and catch their vision.
I saw Malik was wearing some red sneakers.  "Click your heels together, Dorthy. There is no place like home."  Malik gave me a light punch to the arm.
I noticed there was a figure following us.  Working hard to keep out of sight, but not very talented.  I then heard a scuffle as the man was tossed into the street.  He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. I couldn't see his face.  I could see Ashton heading toward him and grabbing him, holding him tight.  Ashton easily overpowered him, and Chris was a wall if he did manage to get loose.  I saw Mason come out, and he was in his Sheriff's uniform.  His cuffs were out. He did the typical cop maneuver and brought the man to the ground, cuffed him.  He pulled down the man's hooded sweatshirt.  It was the deputy sheriff.  He was spitting every gay slur he knew.  Mrs. Betty heard the noise and came out of her store.  She saw the situation and walked right up Timothy, safely secured by Mason.  She said, "I know your mamma raised you better than this.  I know your daddy was a good for nothing drunk.  That doesn't give you an excuse or the right to do what you did."  She looked at Mason, "you have enough to charge him on?"  Mason said he had more than enough.  Mrs. Betty looked at me.  The mayor has been around a long time and knows people at the county courthouse, he will pay justly for what he did."
Mrs. Betty was about to go back inside.  She turned on her heels, "Mason, lock him up, then everyone to my place for coffee and apple pie."  I said, "protein apple pie?"  She smiled, "I will change a lot of my receipts but not my apple pie."  Come on; it's done cooling, everyone come eat.  You to Mason; once you are done with him.  I will have Ken come to the Sheriff's station to keep an eye on him while you eat.
All of us sat there quietly eating.  Mrs. Betty wasn't happy.  Mrs. Betty sat down at the table, "it's over now, boy's don't worry anything more."  I explained that it was a violation that hurt the most.  I told her a little about Jason's story, Ashton told his, Malik shared his, Chris told about his illness, and I explained a little about Eddy.  Mrs. Betty sat motionless, her hands clutching a dishtowel.  When we stopped, I saw she had been dabbing tears from her eyes.  "I knew you boys had something special; I had no idea how special you are."  Her voice was going from the verge of crying, then found solid footing.  "Don't let that stupid kid take anything from you, he can only take what you give him, and right now, you are giving him your hope and joy.  I won't stand for it, and this town won't stand for it."  Mrs. Betty was becoming momma Betty for a moment.  "Up here, pie fixes everything.  I expect you to stop this nonsense by the time you finish that apple pie."  I am going to make some cherry cobblers and send them up for you boys tonight.  I want every single one of you to sit together, have your dinner and some of my desserts.  When you are done, you put all this behind you.  You don't want Mrs. Betty coming up there to straighten you boys out."  There was love and authority in her tone.  It was the first time someone else held our family together.  I got up and hugged Mrs. Betty.  She patted my arm.  Mason entered the room, Mrs. Betty went to get him some pie and coffee.  Mrs. Betty set his plate down, "Tell these boys what you used to do when you needed to clear your head."  "I would go hiking into the mountains, sometimes camp.  Mostly a half-day hike up and back." Mason answered.  Mrs. Betty said, "that answers it.  Tomorrow you boys are going on a hike; I will have Brian bring you up some pack lunches tonight."  She was getting up, leaving the dining room.  She turned, "besides, you don't have to worry about cameras in the mountains.  One last question.  Malik, how much time does my Ken need to spend at your new gym to get an ass like yours?"  We all started to giggle like school children.  "you can get back to me on that." Mrs. Betty walked out of the room.
Mason finishing his pie, "you guys have hiking boots?"  Malik said, some of us have boots.  Mason smiled, "those are city boots, you need hiking boots.  I know the tailor keeps stock. He also runs town shoe store.  Have you met the tailor?"  Malik and I started to laugh.  Today had gone from tragedy to a new running joke.  We bought boots for the entire family, then headed back to the ranch.
The rest of the family was waiting with bated breath to hear how our town visit went.  I told them what Mrs. Betty had said, and she was sending cherry cobbler.  David said, "her deserts, we are all going to get fat."  Mason said, "not after the hike tomorrow."  Over dinner, Mason outlined how we were to dress.  Boots, jeans, long sleeve compression shirts, flannel on top, and Jockstraps.  Ashton questioned the rigidity of the dress code.  Mason replied, "you are still city boys, you wouldn't know poison oak from a fern.  Also, the jeans and boots add some protection from bites.  Remember what I said, you moved to the wilderness, it's not going to move for you.  I have picked out the trail, you will enjoy the surprise."
The following day we did our typical wash on the outside and the inside.  We dressed as we were told.  Brian had come up late and left lunches in the fridge; he had a key to the house.  Mason had a large hiking pack, we had smaller packs with our lunch, water, protein bars, and a small blanket.  We headed off into the great unknown.  Mason leads the group, taking the time to show us what the mountains had to offer.  He also and gave us basic survival training should anything happen.  Mason brought us to a large plateau, overlooking the river, waterfall, and then up the other side of the mountain.  These were the vistas you see in paintings or the discovery channel.
Mason set his pack down, "we have a little over two hours before we need to head back.  I don't want to be hiking down the mountain in the dark."  Each of us brought a small blanket to sit on.  We opened our lunches, after the hike, we were starving.  Mason was eating while unloading his large pack.  I watched as he pulled metal poles from his pack; they locked together.  The frame was a familiar design.  Then I saw a well-constructed light weight sling unroll from his pack.  The one at the house was heavy leather.  "Did you bring a sling up here?" I asked.  Mason smiled, "if you can't fuck your family on a sling overlooking nature, who can you fuck.  Finish eating your food. I want to start eating some ass."  Malik said, "we have all been hiking. We are clean on the inside but outside, I can tell you there is quality sweat."  Mason smiled, "little sweat stopped this family of pigs, I think you all like some musk."  He wasn't wrong.  It didn't take but moments before we were all naked; Chris was ass up in the sling.  Everyone was either being stuffed by a poz cock or stuffing their poz cock up a toxic fuck hole.
I didn't have "mountain top, poz pig sex" on my bucket list. I should have.  This might need to become a regular family outing.  A workout and a fuck on a mountain, who could ask for better.  My thought was coming to an end when I felt Shane unload his seed into my hole.  He had slowed to release his poison, then started up again.  I turned and looked; Malik said, "you didn't know my man cums at least four times.  You are in for a ride."  Shane stuffed me with cum while Malik had me bent over fucking my throat.  Malik was dirty talking his man into cum wad after cum wad shooting each one deep into my guts.
I heard Mason unload into Chris, David into Jacob.  Jacob slid into Mason before he decoupled from Chris.  Jacob was throwing Mason a hard fuck.  Chris moaned, "that's it, Mason get hard in my hole again, fill me up."  Jacob shot into Mason, causing Mason to give Chris another deposit of the family seed.  Mason was about to move. Jacob held him by the shoulders.  "You're not going anywhere yet," Jacob hissed.  Then Mason's eyes rolled back. I realized that Jacob was pissing inside Mason.
Jacob told Mason to hold it in as he pulled his cock out.  Mason didn't lose a drop.  Mason was in hog heaven.  He looked at the family, "I am going to mark this as our territory.  He turned and let the piss flow from his hole, moving his ass to let the piss cover the rocks and grass.  I grabbed the closest man and shoved my cock in his hole, and nutted.  This was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.  I didn't take my eyes off Mason, and I didn't know who I stuffed my cock inside.  I felt my balls being pushed into this bottom's hole.  It knew then it was Eddy.
Mason finished, pulled up his pants, and started putting the gear back into his pack.  He asked us how we liked the hike, completely ignoring the display of pig sex that just happened.  We hiked down the mountain, all of us with smiles on our faces.  What Timothy tried to take from us, we reclaimed on that mountainside.

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3 hours ago, leatherpunk16 said:

I'm curious who is telling this story now. There's a short entry from Tom's ghost a ways back, but I'm sure it's not him, and that wouldn't make sense.

Its a member of the family.  I have never given him a name.  I am writing this from a "behind his eyes" view.

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6 hours ago, Navi38 said:

Its a member of the family.  I have never given him a name.  I am writing this from a "behind his eyes" view.

Is there a reason you never gave him a name, he was the initial character in your first story, you described him, his interactions and his eventual marriage to Tom but never his name and none of the characters referred to him by name.

[pozpopperpig]

Another great and moving chapter!  Thank you!

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4 hours ago, WelshBBCigarFuck said:

Is there a reason you never gave him a name, he was the initial character in your first story, you described him, his interactions and his eventual marriage to Tom but never his name and none of the characters referred to him by name.

This is true, its a little by design.  I am writing this from this family members perspective.  I haven't given this character a name, and it's by design.

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Part 27

After the family adventure on the mountain the emotional strain settled and we were quickly back to our usual hard working, poz breeding fun. Malik was balls deep in me and Ashton was “helping” Malik. This meant Malik was sandwiched between Ashton and myself. The family and the crew were know for sexual activity, anywhere and everywhere. The construction teams were professional enough, they kept their fucking on the ranch. I also had a system of turning on the porch lights when I knew an “outsider” was coming up for a meeting.

I was being railed by Malik when my phone rang, it was the Mayor. I had become a pro at taking calls while getting fucked. The Mayor ask if I could attend a town hall this evening. Everyone was invited from the construction teams and the entire family. After the video incident, a town hall was not something I was looking forward too. Malik dumped his poison in me, Ashton filled Malik right after. I pulled the butt plug from my desk drawer, plugged my hole and sat down at my laptop.

Evening time arrived, everyone was ready to head to the town hall. The number of crew and the family created a decent size caravan of cars down the mountain.

The town hall was held under a large tent in a field on the edge of town. The Mayor asked if I would sit at the front table facing the crowd. Eddy sat with me to take notes, he always had his laptop or tablet. We were about to take our place when Mrs. Betty came over. “We always eat before we have a town hall, you and yours get some food,” she said with a soft yet authoritative tone. I had learned that arguing with Mrs. Betty was a futile endeavor.

The food as always was home cooked dishes, each smelling better than the last. I made myself a respectable plate, less Mrs. Betty make me go back for seconds. The atmosphere was light, I was still a little on edge. I saw the man that made the local shine, he put a nip in my cup and I mixed it with lemonade. Just enough to calm the nerves.

Everyone started taking their seats, with family and the construction teams taking that back 4 rows. The Mayor opened the meeting, “I have called this town hall to address several questions raised mostly by the local business owners, there are also some from other members of the town.” Now, I was getting concerned. This didn’t sound like it was going to be a good conversation. The Mayor continued, “The single largest question my office has received is how can me make our town more gay.” I was giving it everything I had to not bust a seam. I saw some of the family and construction crew hiding their laughter. The Mayor asked a sincere question. His phrasing was what made it funny.

I asked, “Do you mean? How can the town be more gay friendly?” The Mayor realized the error of his question and started to apologize, I cut him off.

“The single most important thing is simply being welcoming and open. This town has that down to a science. I do want to make it clear that any patron of our ranch does not have the right to treat anyone here with disrespect or prejudice. I fully support any action by any town member to refuse service, or ask them to leave should they act in anyway different from how you have treated my family. I would like to understand what you mean by ‘more gay’.” The woman from a store that carried homemade goods, stood up. “We see this as an opportunity to continue to revive your little mountain town, you have done so much. What can our store offer that would be attractive to your patrons that would help drive sales in our stores.” These people were anything but “hill people.” They were taking full advantage of this opportunity. I knew a lot of the stores, but not all of them. I didn’t know all the owners.

I thought for a moment. I could have Eddy expand the town site and we can coordinate and cross promote. Chris had already started a “kid’s fitness class.” It was Chris and Malik in a park, getting kids moving and playing. It was also a reason for housewives to ogle my family. Chris had such a big heart. I didn’t deserve hit attention let alone his love and affection.

The town hall was over and we all went back to the ranch. Mason told me that usually town halls were called for the Mayor to get yelled at about the pot holes and street lights.

It was just a couple of weeks from our opening, Eddy had been working with the business owners and families in coordinating where and when things should be sold. I knew anything home made in a small country town would instantly sell. I told the carpenter to come up to the ranch shirtless and demo his products. He responded to “I would throw in my cock if they buy my pieces.” I replied, “what would it take for you to give up your ass?” He smiled at me, “depends on who’s asking, just you or your entire family?” The carpenter turned walking away, noticing something on the ground he had to pickup. The man was a cock tease, he would get pozzed if he wasn’t careful. The tailor had hired some of the crew to freshen-up his store, expanding into men’s clothing and fetish wear. I needed to find out more about that.

I wanted to see how the town was doing with preparations. If there was anything I could do to help. I parked my car in-front of Mrs. Betty’s and started walking down main street. Mrs. Betty came out “you take a parking space but you don’t come in!” “I am just going to look around, I will stop by before I leave, I promise.” I replied.

The first store, was owned by a middle aged women. She did consignment for homemade goods. She smiled when I walked in, “come here I have something to show you.” She pulled out a nice glass bottle with a pump top. She squirted some of the lotion onto my hand. I purchased the families personal care items from there. I asked if this was a new lotion. She smile, “it’s homemade lube, ya know for fuckin.” I about fell over. It was nice, smelled good and was very slick. I looked at the label, everything was all natural. She continued, “I wanted you to try it. If you like it; I will have a large batch made up.” I thought I was shocked before. She also wanted me to see a new display of products, she had called a company that Eddy recommended. “I think it was something Hanky. They were willing to send me their best sellers on consigment. I don’t know what use a man would have for ‘Davey’s Tendrils’.” I looked at the display it was Mr. Hanky Toys. I would have a talk with Eddy. I might suggest that we move Mr. Hanky to the ranch.

 

I stopped in at the tailor, he had a great looking shop. He had a selection of underwear, shirts, shorts, everything a horny man could want. The construction of his clothes were the finest I had scene. I noticed he had a couple of leather harnesses and a latex gimp suit. The tailor explained he had learned to work with leather and latex. “I understand why you guys wear jockstraps. They are really comfortable and you keep looking at my bulge.” He said with a knowing smile. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” I replied. “I take it as a compliment to my work. It would be an insult if you didn’t taste my meat.” I dropped to my knees and released a very long thinner hog and a pair of huge nuts. I like a long dick when they aren’t so fat. Then I can enjoy the feeling not just trying to stretch around it. I skull fuck myself hard on his cock, he didn’t take long before a massive load was filing my stomach. I gave him compliments to his shop and his cock and continued my tour.

I arrived at the carpenters shop. He was running some heavy machinery and didn’t hear my knock. I leaned against the opening to the large barn; enjoying the view. He was in a well fitted, worth t-shirt, low slung jeans, no underwear, and a nice pair of boots. He stopped and I cleared my throat and knocked again. The carpenter turned, “I knew you were there. I was bent over getting this piece for a chair cut. Figured you wanted to enjoy the view of my ass.” “You keep that up, you are going to get a cock stuff in it.” I replied. “Yea, I shouldn’t tease. Just one dick wouldn’t be enough anyway.” He smirked. I shook my head, I knew the family would love to destroy his ass, I didn’t think he was a chaser. The carpenter asked if I had a moment to spare, come up to the house for a drop of whiskey.

“I am going to level with you, ever since Mason moved up to the ranch I have had a lot of questions. His reasons are his own. My question was why he seemed so much happier. I have known Mason almost my entire life, I have never seen him so content. Mason was always a happy guy, this is different, he is truly happy through and through.” I didn’t know where this was going, so I let him continue. “One night Mason was getting off work. He was leaving the station and heading up to the ranch. I stopped him to ask him what had changed. Mason told me what you all do up there.” Now I was worried. I was alone, in the back of this guys house on the outskirt of town. “I guess what I am saying to be blunt, I want to be happy too.” That carpenter sat, staring into his glass. “What do you mean by making you happy too?” I needed him to be more specific. “I want what Mason has, I want to be like you guys, happy and free.” I was sure he knew the words, I needed him to say them. I never push anyone into the deep end. “You need to tell me exactly what you are asking for. That is a big decision, and one that you make once.” The carpenter put his glass down on the small table between our chairs, stood up and took his shirt off. He lifted him arm, sniffing his pit, “I love my scent. I work out here along, I will go a week without washing my pits or my cock. I always keep my backyard clean.” He straddled my legs, my cock was rock hard. “I want what your family gave Mason, I know I will be sick for a couple of weeks. I know there will be a lot of men coming in and out of this town. I want to be free and end this prison I feel locked in.” He leaned into my ear, “will free this country boy.” This was a lot, this man was in heat. I slowed him down. “The family will be ready at eight tonight. If you still want to do this then come up to the house. This is a big decision you only make once. I want you to think about it. I will give you this warning, make sure you are thoroughly prepared. When we fuck, we all fuck. That would mean several hours of you being used.” The carpenter thought for a second. “That’s a fair deal, can I ask one favor before you go.” “You can ask me for anything.” I replied with an uplifted tone. “Will you piss on me like your family did Mason.” Mason must have been talking to the carpenter. I said, “sure, got out into the grass.” You might want to strip down.” He replied, “I want to wear you all day.” He took his boots off and knelt down in the grass. I have the carpenter a through watering, him thanking me the entire time. I finished emptying my bladder on the carpenter. I zipped up and headed back to the car. The carpenter soaked in piss went back to his work.

Mrs. Betty saw me coming back, “some here darlin, I have sweet tea and cornbread for you.” I was that Chris’s car was parked next to mine. He must have come down while I was pissing on the carpenter. I walked in and my big lug was no where to be seen. I asked Mrs. Betty if she had seen Chris. Chris was in back making her some lunch from his receipts. They were finalizing the new menu. “That I will stay for lunch!” I said in a triumphant tone. Malik, and Ashton walked in, Chris had called them to try the new food.

Once we were finished at Mrs. Betty’s, Malik, Ashton, and Chris went back to the gym. I followed them. I needed to get back onto a workout schedule. Chris worked me hard, he was brutal. I was laying dead on the floor. There were not more appointment for the day. I heard, “don’t mind me,” as my shorts were slipped down in the back. I yelled, “STOP!” everyone froze. I pulled out the bottle of the new lube, “try this, let me know what you think.” The ease of Ashton’s cock sliding inside me, told that I was a slut and this lube was good stuff. Ashton started a stead pumping, I was getting into the way his cock was wrecking my hole. We had just set a rhythm when there was an urgent knock at the door. We stopped and composed ourselves before opening the door.

There was the carpenter. “Mrs. Betty said you were here. I can’t wait, please. I have been wanting this since you transformed Mason.” Chris asked me, “what is he talking about.” “He is a chaser.” I responded in a flat, fact based tone. “I told him to come up to the house at seven…” Ashton cut me off, “he said come up the house and seven and we would all fuck you, that about right?” Ashton asked the carpenter. He nodded, “yes.” “That is what should happen and will happen. But you seem hungry now. I will sting you now, but you will come up to the house and be the family and crew fuck toy for the rest of the day.” The carpenter instantly agreed. Chris grabbed the man by the shoulder, pulling him into the gym. He pushed the carpenter to his knees, “open our mouth.” The carpenter instantly obeyed. Ashton started a rough skull fuck, much harder than I would have given. The more brutal Ashton, the more the carpenter was finger fucking himself. Ashton pulled carpenter up by his hair, they were face to face. “Open!” Ashton demanded. The carpenter complied, Ashton spit in his mouth. “Over there grab that bar and hold on. I don’t want to hear any bitching or complaining, you asked for this.” Ashton was speaking in a commanding tone. “Yes Sir,” the carpenter responded in a soft tone. Over the next hour, Ashton assaulted the carpenters hole. The pounding was brutal. I was expecting the carpenter to beg Ashton to stop, he begging Ashton “Sir I need more.” Ashton had himself a total sub fuck pig. This went on till Ashton gave this neg hole it’s first poz feeding.

Ashton pulled the carpenter up and wrapped his powerful arm around the man’s neck. He held the carpenter, looking at all of use. Dean and I talked about having a sub, looks like I found one. You guys mind if we own a sub.

I wasn’t sure what to think, my cock knew what to think. I asked Ashton, “are you talking about a true sub or a new member of the family that likes to be submissive.” “Good point.” Ashton replied and loosened his grip on the carpenter. Spinning the man out of his choke hold, and grabbing him by the neck. Ahston looked straight at the carpenter. “you want to be a person or property?” The carpenter without thinking, “property.” “From now on you are known as ‘thing’ you don’t have a name, you are property. I didn’t name my car and I am not using yours. You will work during the day, you will be the family slave all other times. I will put out a dog bed for you to sleep at the ranch, when you are permitted. Go shower, I don’t want my car smelling of piss. I will pick you up in an hour at your house. Go and get ready. NOW!”

[Guest]

Author's Question:  I create a lot of background and backdrop in my story.  I know for some it may be too much.  I am curious is you guys like having the bigger context or want a reduction of context and more fucking.  I am curious.  I appreciate any feedback.

Thanks,

Navi

[Cdexter]

I think you are doing a wonderful job i love this story you are drawing a perfect picture of what a lot of men want yes the sex is great to read but the context of the life of the family is wonderful to read about as well not everything is about sex life happens as well and the hardships that come with it witch to me makes the passion of the sex scenes all the more better.  Please keep up the great work you have done so far cant wait to read more of the life of the family and thank you for the hard work you are doing in creating this wonderful work of art.

[negchaserlooking]

2 hours ago, Navi38 said:

Author's Question:  I create a lot of background and backdrop in my story.  I know for some it may be too much.  I am curious is you guys like having the bigger context or want a reduction of context and more fucking.  I am curious.  I appreciate any feedback.

Thanks,

Navi

Fuck no, just carry on. Love the way your stories are "fleshed out"

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

6 hours ago, Navi38 said:

Author's Question:  I create a lot of background and backdrop in my story.  I know for some it may be too much.  I am curious is you guys like having the bigger context or want a reduction of context and more fucking.  I am curious.  I appreciate any feedback.

Thanks,

Navi

I don’t think the stories would be half as good without the backdrop. There are a lot of stories on here which are mostly just fucking, you turn the characters into people and have managed to successfully intertwine a number of stories into effectively a series, don’t change your writing style.

[Skanman]

12 hours ago, Navi38 said:

Author's Question:  I create a lot of background and backdrop in my story.  I know for some it may be too much.  I am curious is you guys like having the bigger context or want a reduction of context and more fucking.  I am curious.  I appreciate any feedback.

Thanks,

Navi

Please keep going as you are. 
The extra background information adds to the narrative and context of the stories you craft. 

Thank you for your commitment to providing these wonderful stories. 
I always look forward to each and every new part of the family’s journey and wish it could continue forever. 

[pozpopperpig]

Please keep the background and development to your stories!  Just the right amount of poz pig sex and real human feelings and love between family, friends, lovers, husbands and now a slave to the family!  So fucking love this!

[pozpopperpig]

BTW, where is the cake?  🤣

[cboycam]

Navi, I'm loving these stories.  Please continue.