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17.09.2018 (2019 Days Ago)

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Story: The Farm
Story: The Farm
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When I turned up for my first day of work at the farm, I was very excited about finding a job. I’d spotted the job on the web. I found most things on the web. Truth be told I probably spent far to much time on the web. If I wasn’t surfing for kinky websites and looking at images of shiny waterproof gear, then I was reading stories about my favourite fetish’s. As much as I surfed though, my experience of fetish was always from a distance.

I wanted to get involved but there were things in life I still, at 19, was unsure about. Let me introduce myself. My name is Luke and I never had much success with girls. I had flirted lots but my lack of confidence meant I did not get far. The girls could smell the fear on me from a mile off and this prompted their quick exit.

So the web had become my place. I did try and contribute. Not with pictures as my gear collection was to say the least, none existent. I’d written a story or two. Fantasies about being kept in waterproof gear. Locked up, used and abused for the amusement of others. But they were fantasies. Sometimes I wrote them with a female in charge, but just recently, inspired by so many other stories, my fantasies and stories had changed to being dominated by men. Young good looking men.

The job offer was simple. A farm just out of town was looking for somebody to help out as much as possible. They promised hard work but good pay and the kicker was the few images they posted with the advert showed a young guy head to toe in great shiny waterproof clothing. I assumed that the job would supply any or all gear needed. I’d dreamt about doing all the chores about the farm every day dressed in such great gear.

I was almost desperate to work on the farm. If they had pushed me I may have offered my services for free. But the money would come in handy. Rent needed to be paid and the extra would start my fund to start buying some of this great gear.

That was his plan. One day I would have enough money to buy the gear I wanted and then I could post my own images online rather than just drool at others images.

The address and the bus ride was not a long one. About fifteen minutes out of town, the backdrop of the malls and office blocks dropped away and the trees and countryside took over. I rarely got out of town. Not having a car I spent most of my time surfing. Friends wise I had made a few, but only a few. I’d met up with a couple of guys who I’d chatted to in the local grocery store for coffee and even a film at the local cinema but it certainly wasn’t a friendship that offered up weekly connections.

The bus dropped me at the end of a long driveway marked for “Regnfrakker Farm”. The name sounded dutch to but I had no idea what it referred to. Must be the guys name I thought.

Walking down to the house, another ten minute walk as the road to the farm showed just how big the land was the farm controlled.

Knocking on the door bought no response. I waited and looked around but was starting to get a bit fed up. My trainers were caked in mud. OK they were not the new trainers I had just bought but still, I did not have the correct clothing to be walking on this road. Luckily my jeans were not too bad, just a few mud marks.

Giving up waiting I looked for signs of life around the farm. I figured the owner must be around here somewhere already working. It was only 8am, but to a farmer maybe that was halfway through their day. Who knows I thought to himself.

The barn closest to the house had its doors open so I headed that way.

As I walked in my eyes almost popped out of my head. This was obviously the clothing area for the farm hands. There were changing facilities and an array of gear hanging from the various hooks that I could only dream of. Waterproof clothing in every kind of colour could be seen. Dungarees, overalls, jackets, smocks, hats. I even spotted some drysuits and full industrial protection suits. Gas masks hung on some of the hooks. I was in my own world for a moment and did not hear footsteps behind me.

Hi

Came the call from behind and this made me almost jump out of my skin. I knew I was perving at all the gear and lost in my own world. I just hoped that whoever was behind me was not thinking of me as some sort of pervert eyeing up all the gear.

I turned to be met by a tall good looking guy about my height and from what he could tell, a similar age.

Hi, he replied.

Can I help you, you seem lost?

Er, sorry. I was told to come down and report here today for possible work. On the farm. So here I am. I did try the house.

Ah, you must be Luke. I was told you were coming. No worries. Sorry - the house usually has a sign at the front saying I am out back but I forgot to put it out this morning as I’ve been checking the farm.

Cool

That was the only response I could muster. Pretty dumb response but I was on edge. I thought Mike looked cool - good looking guy, short spikes hair, athletic build. It caught me off guard.

So, you up to start work straight away. I have a job that needs attacking pretty quickly and has to be finished today.

Er, yes - of course.

Were you told how the farm works? asked Mike

No, the advert only stated that a worker was needed and once I emailed, I was told to come down here today.

Mike smiled as he walked towards one of the walls full of gear.

Ok, he said. Well lets get you geared up. I can explain things as we go as it will take a while to get geared up for the work. Is that ok?

OK, I thought. Hell yes is what I wanted to say. Instead I tried to contain my excitement and replied with a more subdued response.

Yeah, sounds fine, so what’s the plan.

Well first up we have to clear out one of the barns. Its had pigs in there for a while, amongst other animals. It’s a mess. And when I say a mess, I mean pig shit everywhere.

Mike tried to break a big smile to relax me. It was working, slowly. Mike had a calm way about him which I liked. I knew Mike knew the ropes so felt in good hands with him.

I’m not going to lie. Today is going to be a real test for your first day. Due to the mess and what we need to do it will be a full on day. You will either be rushing back tomorrow or I will never see you again.

I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but was following his actions and moved towards the bench at the wall to start pulling off my trainers.

Mike went on to explain.

The boss here has certain ways to make sure all the work is done. You have to do it his way, or he is not happy. You have to follow his every instruction. He is ex Army, so is quite a task master and stands for no bullshit.

Sounds fair enough, I replied.

One of the things he insists on is quality of work. We have today to get this job done. As soon as we finish, he lets us go and we get paid for the day. If we go slow, we are here until the job gets finished. No breaks. Nothing.

No breaks! Let’s us go? These sentences were playing around in my head but I had little time to reflect and take it in as Mike was stripping down to his boxers in front of me.

Come on, he said, get those clothes off. We don’t have long and we need to get going. If not we won’t get this job done in time.

I did not feel very comfortable getting undressed with Mike right by me, but having a quick look around I saw little option.

Chill, Mike tried to ease me again. It’s just you and me here today. Nobody is going to look at you getting undressed and I am sure if I don’t care about being seen naked, then neither will you.

Naked! I thought as Mike dropped his boxers to the ground.

I could only look on as here I was, in a strange farm on day one, looking at a great looking body of somebody I’d just met, but was mimicking his every move and pulling jeans down, socks off etc following the move of the naked man in front of me.

I felt embarrassed, but that suddenly went away as I saw something that I was not expecting. Mike was wearing a chastity device. His penis was locked up in a plastic device and it had a padlock on the front of it.

Before he could even ask, Mike clocked me staring at it.

Ah, this. This is my chastity device. I guess this was not explained either to you.

What do you mean, I asked.

Well, it’s like this. The guy who runs the farm has had a few guys work here who, well, how can I put it. Well they got off on being in some of the gear. That made him mad as some of the gear then had to be washed more often as they left messes inside it.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor. My cheeks felt bright red. Had I been rumbled. Was Mike implying that I was only here for the gear. I was, but I did not want to admit it.

I tried to control my red cheeks and played it down.

Who would do such a thing, I asked.

Well you never can tell. He got so fed up of hiring people and they just messed up his gear that he has a few policies around here that are quite extreme.

First up. Every person who works on the farm has to be in chastity. He claims that not only does it stop any messes inside his gear but it also focuses the mind on work and nothing else.

Seriously?

I know. It’s mad, but the pay is so good and he does look after the workers, so it’s worth it. Not like you need it whilst working anyhow - so I figure what’s the problem.

I had the sudden realisation that if I was going to work here, I would be joining Mike in having my penis locked up for the day. This was almost getting too much for me and had I been alone, I would have pulled my junk out there and then and started wanking myself off. I had always loved the image of locked cocks and had wanted to try it. I was now moments away from finding out what it would be like firsthand.

Mike came into view of me with something in his hand. He stood there, butt naked apart from his chastity device, holding a similar chastity device in his hand. There was also a padlock which was open, but had no key in it.

I blushed. I needed a moment before removing my jeans and boxers as the hardon I was sporting was sure to get me in trouble. I looked Mike in the eye as he instructed me to get stripped and get this on.

Where is the key? I asked.

The farm owner has them all up at the farm house. When he approves the work, we get the keys.

Oh ok.

I took my time. I needed to. My hardon needed time to go down. This was all getting too much for me.

Mike left the device in my hands and went back to the bench. As I was looking down at the device he continued to get himself ready. I stood there, open mouthed, watching him move onto the next step.

He pulled a white padded piece of fabric from a box and proceeded to pull the item into position. he was pulling some diapers onto his body!!

He turned to me and laughed. Oh come on he said. We are going to be working for hours. Have you not worked out that once you are working, stopping for toilet breaks is going to be tough to do and cause delays. You should know about all this. How else do you think we work such long hours?

All I could do was answer back.

Yeah, of course. I just…

He cut me off.

Look, he said. If this is too much then just go home now. This is what it takes to get all the work done, so you are either in, or on your way home. But we have to get a move on if you are in, as there is lots still to do.

This was moving fast. I was looking down the barrel of a day in waterproofs, wearing a chastity device and being diapered. I could not wait. I tried as much as I could to think of things that would get rid of my hardon. Bit by bit I could feel it easing. It had to. I had to continue to strip and if Mike saw my hardon, I would be in trouble.

Mike was busy using duct tape to secure the diaper into place. He jiggled around to make sure the fit was right for him before looking back to me.

At that point I was just pulling off my boxers.

Sorry, he said, realising I may need a bit more privacy than him staring at me.

I continued as best I could. The cold air helped as I removed my boxers and stood there butt naked alongside a man in diapers!!

I sat down to try and put the chastity device on. It was a fairly simple one, with a semi circle device that sat behind the balls, connected to a top part and then the main part slid on, all connected by a small section that left a hole for the padlock. It felt great going on. It had a small amount of lube on the inside to help putting it on. I reached to put the padlock on and when I turned back, Mike was almost standing over me, inspecting me as I placed the padlock into position and locked my penis away for the day.

As I clicked it shut he smiled at me. He approved. It meant he had somebody to help him for the day I guess. He held out a diaper for me and a roll of tape.

I went about trying to put the diaper on as best I could. It was the first time I had ever had a diaper in my hands so working out what to do with it was a challenge.

As Mike bought back an armful of the shiniest gear I have every seen, he dropped it onto the bench and moved towards me to help.

This was almost embarrassing as a grown man went about helping me put diapers on. I felt his hands on my hips and over my butt as he held the diaper in place then taped it nice and secure.

As he stood back I knew that I was taped in, firmly.

I was getting used to the feeling of the diaper. My penis was waking back up. It was trying to get hard and being met by restriction. I felt the urge to get a hardon, but the restriction from the chastity stopped me. This was feeling great.

Mike was behind me again. This time I felt something cold brush up against my legs. As I turned I found him stood there holding out the brightest orange smock I had ever seen. It was a lovely looking orange ocean PVC smock. Not ultra thick, but medium weight.

It looked great and had a huge smell of work all over it. This had seen some action I thought to myself.

This should fit you to start with, he said.

He pulled out an identical looking smock and started to pull it over his naked body.

Do you not wear anything underneath the PVC I asked.

Why?

He replied, almost matter of fact.

All that happens is you get those items sweaty and in a mess. No, I always wear the gear straight on my skin. It’s easier to clean everything up later. Trust me.

Trust me, he said. Those words were almost hypnotic. Of course I trusted him.

I pulled the smock over my head. There were snaps at the from to close the front and make it look nice I left the hood down, as did Mike. What a sight. What a feeling.

The next item offered to me was a pair of matching dungarees. Bibs or overalls some people call them. I pulled them up over my legs and looked back to see Mike doing the same. We were matching in every sense. Locked up in chastity, diapered and encased in PVC.

Wow.

Pulling the straps into place on the dungarees, the clothing settled into place nicely. I was already starting to warm up with the PVC on my skin. The work had not even started yet.

Boots were next. Mike offered me a pair of bright orange wellies. What else I thought.

As I went to put them on, Mike insisted that the trouser of the dungaree had to go inside the wellies. At this point I had stopped questioning why and just followed his instructions to the letter.

The wellies had an inner lining that acted like a sock to cushion the foot. I pulled them both up and stood up. Mike acted as a mirror and the image I saw in front of me was a very pleasing one.

My cock was by now straining inside its prison. I was loving this. This was way beyond what I had expected and all I could think of was if this was my first day then I would be working on this farm for life!

Mike was not done.

He was again stood in front of me holding up two items. They were black in colour. Straps?

These are required. More instruction from the boss. He was also sick of time wasters, so to make sure the work gets done, he locks us into he gear, only letting us out when the day and the work has been done. So you will need to put both of these on.

I nodded. What else could I do. If i had expressed my reaction properly, I would have nodded like a dog on heat !

Mike went around me and pulled a two inch rubber belt around my waist. He pulled it tight before I heard a click. I guessed that he had used a padlock to lock the belt on.

He then held another shorter one up around my neck around the collar of the jacket, so that I could still pull the hood up if needed. He then pulled that tight and repeated the process of applying the padlock.

He stepped back. At this point he offered two similar items up for me to do the same to him. This was getting way too much for me. The chastity device was stopping me from having one of the most intense orgasms of all time.

I would be dreaming of this day for many a day to come. Reliving every move, every sight for years.

A minute later, Mike was standing looking back at me with the black rubber collar and waist belt locked into place trapping him in his gear.

Now, he said, you are ready for a days work!

With that we headed out to the barn at the side of the one we were in to find the mess Mike had described.

tp be continued
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  •  freak77 wrote 2014 Days Ago (positive) 
     
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    .. nice story .. like it
     
       
     
     
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  •  Muddywaders2 wrote 2016 Days Ago (positive) 
     
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    Loved it! Hoping for chestwaders and can’t wait to read part two in the. Shit mud and sweat.
     
       
     
     
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  •  Regntojsfyrslave wrote 2017 Days Ago (neutral) 
     
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  •  Rainwear_76 wrote 2019 Days Ago (positive) 
     
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    Very Good story you have started here!!!
     
       
     
     
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