Chapter 40: Making Hay

[Lilly told me how we needed to do a lot more adjustsment work before haying season but giving no reasons why; but who was I to ask why]

Haying

Haying season was getting close, the driest part of the year in the maritime climate. Being on the west (wet) side of the mountain range gave only a short opportunity to do jobs requiring rainless conditions. People in eastern part of the state would say all they got in the high desert skies were “empties”, referring to the puffs that came over the mountain range already having lost almost all their moisture in the storms of the rain forests west.

Places in the high eastern desert only experienced about 6 inches of rain per year, mere miles away from the maritime climate. In the west it grew moss on trees by comparison to the eastern desert dust.

The dairy put up bales in the many thousands, grass string bales that were not as heavy as the alfalfa bales from the east but were far cheaper to produce. When the weather dried out in latter June there was a frenzy to get hay put up and in the barn before it got wet which would spoil the hay and possibly cause a wet stacked hay barn fire. The dairy owners also leased land under power lines to use for cropping and they had their own hay lands that were kept in good condition to avoid equipment failures. In those days the cutting, raking and baling was all done by separate pieces of equipment, a fleet of maintenance that would hopefully break down very little while the pressure to get dry hay put away was on.

Now that the season was upon them, and the responsibility to hay, the family decided to do something they’d not done before. They desperately needed help with the day work in the fields so they used man-power available from a nearby state reformatory, corrections facility for “bad boys” who were incarcerated as pre-adult, 16 to under 21 years of age.

Those unfortunate young guys all seemed to have a big chip on their shoulder. They all told whopper tales and tried to establish control in any situation, acting tough. They were truly all males complete, pawing at the earth and establishing a pecking order, survival tactics daily used in their plight to endure their jailed existence.

They only worked about six hours per day so at first all of us regulars were thrilled to see them go back, mid afternoon. They were purely full of bull shit. It was their handle and their survival technique. I should have better realized their fate being myself enslaved as livestock but still, I didn’t feel I was one of them or even liked them at first. I was getting fucked constantly and they never got to be with a woman, ever, just merely fucked over.

So, they weren’t sex slaves in any regard. In fact they were quite the opposite and overtly horny by nature. Being young men at the height of their sexual development, forced to be celibate, was probably enough to half drive them crazy and now they were going to get a true eye full working with the likes of us. The whole affair tended to seem like torture.

I was actually fully anticipating seeing what would happen, nervous of course. I’d only been naked around the sisters pretty much aside from the son and family. I wondered if I was going to get fucked in front of those jail birds.

The first haying took place closest to the barn complex. These were the fields I would be allowed to work in, near the milking parlor, because of the proximity which made little travel between the end of morning milking and the start of haying. So, when the six of us morning crew finished milking we hurried to get everything cleaned up and ready ahead for the late milking. The milk house would be quick cleaned and no time for Lilly to get her usual milk house servicing done by me. Sex time would have to wait for later.

The four guys were anxious to get going. They told me they loved “haying” and a year long wait in anticipation on their part I could feel in my bones. They were excited.

We went out to the nearby fields to join the others. The oldest flat bed truck was pressed into service to get our milking crew throwing up bales, stacking them eight high and off to the barn, pronto. Lilly, who loved doing haying near the barns, went on and on about the grass fields nearby. “It is the sweetest, greenest and nicest to work with”. She loved the smell of it cut and her love for it made me love it too. She seemed to be in her element.

I wondered if the family would have any compulsions against my naked livestock me exposure to the strangers, the jail bird bad boys with a mean dialect. I should have known already. The family seemed not to care. And, frankly, I tried not to care because I was livestock, bald, branded, tattooed, dirty, a hard-on half the time. The family wasn’t about to show any respect for what the bad boys thought. Let them gawk and run wild with their imaginations. The family didn’t care what happened to me as long my breeding capabilities were not sacrificed. They didn’t seem to care what the reformatory guys thought or any stories they might tell upon reentering lock up.

The trustee status guys were to be daily sent back to jail but were never trusted to tell the truth. So it was determined we milkers could join the work and what followed was, in my youthful estimation, hilarious - worth any risk at the end of the day.

I just had to be careful to avoid a boner while bucking bales, possibly hurtful.

Six of us milkers manned our old rusty Chevrolet flat bed with one headlight smashed, caused by some of my poor tractor driving antics days earlier which helped firm up my status as an inside worker. The other two newer trucks were manned by the boys from the prison with the son at the wheel and Denny was at the wheel of the other truck joined by two more cons plus two brothers, kids from the nearby Army base.

I liked the LeBreck brothers. Their dad was a career master sergeant at the base where the dairy wholesaled its milk and on weekends they would come and work for extra income. Obviously they were well trained in self defense, really able. And they also were bound to have some fun teasing the jailed blowhard liar cons.

As far as my condition as livestock, they thought that was the funniest thing, a really laid back attitude about it. Of course I suspected nymph influence in that but we got along great just like Denny and I. Go figure. They thought I was really okay as livestock.

It was Saturday, the weather was right, the mid morning was still cool and bright and we loved the rush to get the bales out of the fields in the shadow of the great mountain. What a gorgeous sight and I picked up on the enthusiasm of Lilly.

As it turned out these close by fields would be only a small portion of the hay for the year but just like that first burst enthusiasm we were off and running to put up several hundred bales. Lilly and her boys would have their haying fun in the nearby fields but would not go to the far fields, away, later, because of dairy work, milking, and the mysterious end of their shift transition about noon every day.

All working various along-side paths down the largest field I saw the trustees finally notice the old truck, Lilly and her boys working the back end. Suddenly all eyes were gawking to get a look at her. She wasn’t trying to hide anything and I knew that she was planning on teasing those horny guys.

It was fun to watch while in the cab driving. The jailed guys were normally cloistered away with their own gender, never able to get close to the opposite sex and Lilly was so unusual, sexy with clothing rips and tears, low-low rider pants, a good portion of her bare butt exposed. Her blouse had an odd nature of riding up and shifting exposure of more skin with an occasional nipple falling out. It was driving the bad boys nuts to want to get closer as I purposely steered to the far side keeping Denny and the two brothers in between us most of the time.

[And of course Lilly was willing to show off for the new strangers, and they of course were fully attentive]

That distance advantage would run out however as the bales were removed forcing us to move the next available row and closer to the cons. But that was bound to be interesting.

Denny and the two brothers were having their own fun with the cons on their truck. I could tell they weren’t putting up with any guff from them. A couple of times I saw one fly off the flatbed and land on his ass after confronting one of the LeBrecks. The cons were in over their heads and they hadn’t yet even dealt with Lilly and our crew. This was going to be fun day and especially if I could avoid any confrontation with them and mostly just watch the antics.

We were all wiry on our truck, could throw a bale nearly eight high. Lilly caught, stacked the bales and staggered the load to fold them together. The outside bales could hang sideways over the edge of the bed, long ways toward the middle to allow for an even greater load. At eight high they had to be stacked correctly, tying the load, everything in order so the load wouldn’t be lost, shift and tip over on the way back to the barn as the truck trundled its way roly poly off the lumpy field through a ditch to the highway.

Our truck was getting loaded faster and higher than the other two and I was learning fast from Lilly how to do the job properly. The trustees were trying hard to keep up but were better boasters than workers and they spent too much time watching Lilly with occasional glimpses of the weird naked guy as I got out of the cab to help throw bales.

The cons were impulsed to show muscle, to try to impress Lilly who obviously didn’t care. They were such poor workers. You could tell the son was frustrated with his block-heads and he would sometimes set the hand throttle so he could jump out of the driver’s seat and try to catch the crew up on stacked bales with one eye kept on the truck’s path down the field. You could hear him yelling at them to get to work. “Those hands aren’t interested in you; fuckin’ A, get to work!!”

My young ego was alive and I pretended in my mind to be the boss. I was secretly hoping to see some jealousy on the part of the new guys. It was silly to imagine them being jealous of a guy wearing glasses with no clothes on. That had to seem pretty dumb. Why would anybody with a brain allow themselves to be beat up, branded and stay naked with all the chaff and hay flying around, be the only worker out there in the nude. It was Lilly they were interested in and I was just a strange side show making no sense at all.

[Little did they know or understand just how weird my livestock life really was]

But I tried to reckon what they thought as they wondered who that other crew was; where did they come from; who was that babe; who was that weird naked guy with her? Was he lucky; did he ever get lucky? We seemed all to be good friends.

I couldn’t imagine just how I would see the situation if I was them, what their imagination would conjure up. But I think, for the very first time I was truly - thoroughly glad to be naked and dirty and branded. My ego was really running the show and quietly I wanted to somehow start to show off. It was weirdly arousing, giving me a hard-on for sure, and that attracted attention as I tried to keep that huge boner from scraping on bales.

My nudity at least made me unique and really seemed to make teasing those guys an even more fun opportunity. I didn’t want to rough house with them like the LeBreck boys, no way. I didn’t even know how. But now my ego was more alive than it ever had been in my entire life. I guessed it took losing my clothes to make me feel that way. That seemed, no actually was weird.

I was all scruffy looking like I was for real, like an animal, not a parochial boy with nothing to show. It was first time intoxicating for a guy with hard wired low self esteem from the city possibly being imagined as the wild man by guys from jail. I was getting a false sense of some kind of security like maybe they would be afraid of me. Surely I didn’t deserve that kind of respect but wanted it just the same.

I started to take fewer driving duty turns with Vern as we moved along so I could try showing me off at least timidly at first, to get a few more bales thrown up too. I didn’t even ask Vern if he knew how to drive the old truck. Turns out he did. I was so anxious to show off I guess I assumed that he, the leader of Lilly’s guys, could manage any task.

I loved the work of throwing those bales up more and more. The challenge of keeping up with Lilly was great. The light grass bales were twine bound and it didn’t hurt your hands to pick and throw them like it would have with heavy wire bales. But I wore gloves part of the time while Lilly didn’t seem to need them.

Dry weather grass bales were light enough they could be flung high in the air with a good conditioned back behind them. Almost being able to keep up with Lilly was also great for my soul. If light would emit I’m sure a young ego could have noticeably glowed. But I had to be careful to keep my penis out of the way of that hay scruff as I lifted and she thought that was pretty funny.

Breeder livestock were not usually put to the task of throwing up bales, mostly they just ate the stuff and I had no taste for hay. But she was teasing me, trying to give me a boner I didn’t want and it was kind of funny. It sure made me horny.

Of course Lilly would use the opportunity to tease me when I was out of the driver’s seat. She wanted to keep me aroused with a big boner as much as she possibly could and that was bothersome. It was in the way. She didn’t care. She would mess with my penis but not in a sexy way, just teasing by grabbing it and pulling me around which seemed like she was belittling me in front of those cons. They didn’t have an erection that stuck out.

[Earlier on as I was being adjusted, absent minded jacking off, such pleasure]

I didn’t want a hard on. And yet she could make it stiff and made it harder than hard as she quick stroked it while rubbing in my butt crack as I was compromised lifting a bale up on the truck. Bother! She was so fast. I was sure that was not improving my status with the bad boys the way I’d hoped. They probably thought I was just a stupid livestock guy or her dumb slave and Lilly totally owned me without any rewards.

Soon, Lilly, when on the back of the truck, would drop a bale on my head to tease, just for starters, because if she teased me enough it was totally embarrassing like I was just her slave available for picking on. I suppose I expected the bad boys to believe I wanted to be naked with a raw brand on my butt, an ID tattoo on my head plus being dirty and kind of beat up looking. There was no way they would ever take me seriously.

It was time for a drink break and I got out of the cab planning to trade places with Vern when we got going again. The water container was on the back of the son’s truck and the crew started to gather around with their cups in hand all the while glancing us over.

They were staring at her, of course, as she jumped down off the bed of the truck to be next to me.

She smiled and came close, slowly rubbed her hands over me while glancing at the cons who now gave their full close attention as they stood waiting their turn at the water.

I acted dumb as she would put her massaging hand almost on my penis but not quite touching my now throbbing erection. I thought things were going to be just okay and I moaned.

She seemed to be satisfied with just minor teasing them. She turned me to face the truck, glancing at them while she massaged my butt and continued to rub slowly in my butt crack. I remained a good boy at her service without acting it up too much except for my heavier breathing. The atmosphere was suddenly changing and I liked it. I so could have fucked her at the moment without blinking.

She grabbed my neck and pushed me to bend over as she firmly rubbed my back down into my butt crack again before running a hand up and down focusing on my anus as if she was examining me. Maybe she wanted to act like a livestock handler. I was enjoying all the attention and obviously she was too.

The cons were silent except for some whispers, wide eyed as they focused on my butt crack and what her hand was doing.

She reached around and began stroking my penis sending me into a really nice state of arousal. I couldn’t help but start to breathe heavier and move with the direction of her hand pushing at my anus. When she saw all the cons were watching intently, not a sound coming from any of them, she suddenly pulled me up, standing, to grab my penis, to start leading me closer to her guys who were, shy, standing further away from those bad boys.

At first I thought maybe she and I were going to do some real time show sex for the audience and I was nervous about that, to be so close to those guys. But she solicited the help of Virgil and Reggie to come close as she twisted her fingers into my anus quickly and began doing me as if she was going to shove her hand in.

Meanwhile her stroking my penis apparently was to stimulate some gizem coming with a little ejaculation. She cupped that in her hand and brought it back to wipe up and down my anus. The cons were very incredibly intent on that as well. Can you imagine all this going on during a drink break in the hay field.

Lilly smiled, winked at Virgil saying, “Your turn now,” and he grinned broadly as he pulled out his penis, stiffening, and he moved into me as Lilly pushed to bend me over. Lilly motioned Vern, Reggie and maybe John to get ready to fuck me also which was not unusual, just simply belittling for me to the max as the cons lit up watching me get it in the ass. Even as shy as the Virgil and the others were more than willing to get sloppy seconds doing me. It was no more than a regular day at the dairy but in the bad boys presence it was totally humiliating.

I bet they had a special term for a guy who would be fucked all in a row by four hay handlers.

Any other time my providing them with a place to screw me would have been no problem but NOW I was outed for my willingness and the cons didn’t know the story behind, yeah behind, all of it.

Even the son was really enjoying watching what was taking place. “HAH, look at that. The retards are all going to fuck my livestock in the butt. Good one, entertainment during the drink break. Let him have it balls an all, HA HA HA!”

Lilly’s guy all got off on me quickly as the gizem collected and the cons were howling laughing. “Okay ass holes,” said the son. “Who do you think is next to get butt fucked if you don’t do a better job of bucking bales, HUH?” Lilly needs more people to beat up so you better get with it. And I don’t think the jail people would mind loaning some of you permanently to the dairy for punching bags. You need to know there are more like Lilly, a lot more, living here looking for dumb asses to beat up. Our retards here really like to butt fuck like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Get it?” He looked them over like a drill sergeant. They’d fuck a pile of rocks if they thought there was a piece of ass in the pile. NOT GET THE FUCK GOING!!”

As the cons grumbled and walked back to their trucks I’d not even noticed somehow Lilly dropped and kicked her pants off in the midst of everything. Surely they would have noticed but I was too busy worrying and being aroused with John’s penis in my ass at the time. The cons had stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Lilly bare from the waste down. They feared the son’s threats but when her vagina shone in the sunshine all stopped, gaping.

So she grabbed my penis and tickled me, slapped me around in the midst of everyone, right next to the truck. The jailed guys were laughing, loving it. They gathered closer around surrounding over me to watch me being beat up real well as they got a load of Lilly without pants on. I was in trouble for doing what? I didn’t know as she sat down on me.

The laughing and pointing commenced getting louder. They were enjoying me being brutalized as I begged for mercy, Lilly sitting on my face. Seeing me roughed up was the kind of entertainment the cons obviously craved. They wanted to see the weird guy get it while being rolled around on the ground in his bare ass condition.