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Nathan's red coat flapped violently in the wind as the train he clung to barreled into a new town. The young brown-haired vagabond leapt from the moving train, tumbling in a soft patch of high grass. He dusted off his worn and tattered clothes and gathered his meager belongings into his bindle, slinging it over his shoulder he trudged on whistling through his gap from a missing baby tooth.
Eventually the homeless boy found himself kicking a rock down an old dirt road when his stomach twisted itself into a painful knot as it growled audibly.
He looked to his left and then to his right, gripping his empty stomach. Nothing but cornfields as far as the eye could see. He scurried down a dirt embankment and disappeared into the tall field of corn. Every so often Nathan broke off an ear of corn peeling the green husk off and chowing down. The yellow vegetables somehow grew sweeter and sweeter as he approached a farm house in the distance that he could barely see over the tall maze. He began to grab ear after ear, filling his coat pockets and tucking them under his arms. When he couldn't possibly stow any more in his old ratty clothing, he waddled behind an old shed and took a load off with a big sigh of relief. He leaned up against the old rusty sheet metal siding,
"At least the grass is soft," he thought to himself, having rested on much harder and unforgiving surfaces.
Nathan devoured the grain with reckless abandon, having a filling meal was a rare occasion for him. He treasured every bite even though it was all corn and nothing else. He would’ve savored it more if he didn't know the pain of hunger so frequently.
Soon a pile of spent cobs laid by his side. He exhaled a hearty burp and unbuttoned his ill-fitting pants, letting his cute belly plop out with a slight giggle. He let out a content sigh as his eyelids grew heavier, his head bobbed as the sandman came to collect his daily tax.
Meanwhile, inside the farmhouse, a blonde-haired man sat in the kitchen, a glass of water on his left and a notepad and pen on his right. A book was in front of him as he held a cordless phone up to his ear. The man was trying to get a word in edgewise with the excited voice on the other line.
“Yes…yes, Jasper, I get that, but…”
“But what? I have proof he tried to steal my cattle! You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t fry in court!”
“But did you get it on video?” Silence on the other end answered the question as the man sighed.
“My advice? Get a camera, mount it to the nearest tree, and make sure it’s motion activated.”
“You’re sure it’ll work?” Jasper asked the man shrugged.
“They work for hunters who are scouting for hunting spots,” he said before moving to the window. The man noticed something odd. “Jas, I’m gonna have to call you back.” He hung up, setting the phone back on the receiver, he headed outside. Alerted to what sounded like a burp coming from the rusty shed, he walked over, a snore being heard. “Ben can’t be back so soon, he generally spends quite a few hours over at Sora’s…” the man thought before knocking against the side of the shed. The sheet metal echoed slightly.
“If someone’s there, it would be advised that you show yourself!” the man said loudly. “Hello?” Then there was no response, the man moved forward. Coming around the side of the shed, he noticed a boy sleeping against the side of the shed. A tattered coat covered him, though it did nothing to hide the pile of corncobs next to him. The man started as the boy jolted awake, taking off after the kid as he tried to warn him.
Nathan jolted awake in an instant, barely making eye contact with the cop or man Nathan didn't know nor cared to find out, he sprung to his feet and booked it. The street urchin was well practiced from sleeping in parks and the like and being rudely awoken. As Nathan sprinted the man hurling obscenities was hot on his heels when he suddenly tripped.
“Hey stop! You’re gonna—” the man goes silent as he watches the boy’s foot land in the modified bear trap. “Well I’ll be damned, Ben’s idea actually works.”
It took the rather nimble boy a moment to gather what just happened.
Nathan attempted to stand but fell to his knees. He felt a pressure and weight on his ankle and looked down then up with terror in his eyes as he saw the man rapidly approaching. A bear trap modified with a lime green foam pool noodle covered the sharp teeth while sturdy zip ties held the non lethal trap together.
“If you hadn’t run, I could’ve warned you about the traps.” The man said as he made his way over to Nathan. “Normally I’d be angrier, but I think judging by your appearance you had a reason,” the man said before picking Nathan up, trap and all. He walked back to the house, the boy hollering and thrashing as he tried to free himself.
"Let me go!" He yelled, kicking and screamed in the farmer's grasp as they broke through a row of corn into a clearing.
“Stop struggling! I’m not going to hurt you!” the older man attested, stepping onto his porch.
"I don't know that! You could be a rapist!" Nathan hollered, beating his small fists against the man's sturdy chest as they entered through the front door.
“One, I’m a lawyer in the winter,” the man said before throwing Nathan on a couch “Two, my name is Roger. I have a son about your age, but first we need to discuss all that corn you ate.”
Nathan looked around the living room, it was surprisingly… upscale for a farmhouse.
It had several bookshelves, a fireplace, and various knick knacks that oozed a hidden wealth beyond that of an average farm Nathan thought to himself for a minute, "Maybe he isn't lying. Lawyers do make a lot of money…" but Nathan shook that thought from his head and continued to try to free himself from the trap's unwavering grip, "What are you going to do with me?" He asked, finally giving up and crossed his arms like a child that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Well, that depends…” Roger said as he pulled out his cellphone, shooting a text to his son. “I could just call the cops and report you as a runaway who has technically stolen some of my crops.”
Nathan's eyes widened in fear. He could feel his heart start to race even faster than when he was spooked. "I-I’d rather not go back to foster care…," the boy whimpered.
“There’s also an alternative,” Roger said as moves over to a chair near the fireplace, taking a seat as he looked at Nathan. “But we should wait for my son to come back before I discuss that one.”
“Hah…Sora…" Ben moaned into the girl’s ear as he thrust vigorously into her, the boy feeling her walls squeeze snugly around his member. The boy’s hands helping prop him above the girl, the two having sex in the hayloft, the sunlight shining brightly down over them. Clothes were flung around haphazardly across the barn's floor. The girl wrapped her arms around the taller boy’s shoulders. Her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she bounces slightly with each thrust from the brown-haired boy.
“K-Keep going…" she uttered. Ben placed a hand to her chest, fondling one of her budding breasts and trailing kisses up her neck. He was going all out, losing himself to pleasure and primal instincts. Ben pulled the girl against him as he sat up, kneeling as he held Sora against his body. He continued to thrust up into her, he let gravity do some of the work as his member went deeper. The boy felt her getting wetter. He leaned in, nipping at her lower jaw. A playful growl escaped his lips.
“You feel so good…” he said, his body glistening with sweat, matching Sora’s shiny skin.
“Y-Your dick feels good too!” Sora said before she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Ben.
In the midst of her climax she clenched tightly around Ben. He held still, allowing her to ride it out, clearly focused on her pleasure as he looked down at her face, a soft smirk on his face,“Y’know, it’s way more fun when we climax together.”
He began to gently rock his hips, continuing to thrust as he held the girl close, his hands just above her sweaty crack, their foreheads resting against one another “I think you’re on round 3 now, I’m still on round 2," Ben said as he started thrusting harder. The boy was desperate to fill her with his seed as he stared at her face.
“G-Go ahead…give it to me…” Sora rasped as her hand trails up Ben’s spine, the girl trying to gently coax it out of him. Ben leaned in and began to suck on Sora’s neck, the boy’s thrusts picking up speed before he sank himself balls deep. He moaned into the girl’s neck as his member pulsed inside of her. A warm heat spread out as Ben filled her with his cum once more. The boy held her tightly, the orgasm only being mere moments but feeling like a wonderful eternity.
“You’re the best…” Ben cooed as he gently rested the red-headed girl on top of him. His seed oozed from her as he grabbed his phone.
“Well you have a great dick,” Sora gasped out as she gave it a gentle squeeze.
“And you have a great pussy… though these are nice, too,” Ben replied as he squeezed her small chest.
The boy looked over his phone before sitting up quickly. “Oh shit!" The boy exclaimed before he wiggled out from under her. “Dad caught someone trying to steal some of our crops!”
“What!?” The girl exclaimed as she watched Ben pull on his overalls, the only item he wore that day.
“Crap, where are my boots…” the boy muttered as Sora held them out. “Thanks. You better come too, since I did say we were gonna do it in my room next.”
“Well of course I’d come!” the girl said as she began to slowly get dressed in a yellow short sleeved flannel and a dark blue pair of overalls. Both kids climb out of the hayloft before they begin the journey back to Ben’s house.
Nathan looked to the front door as it opened. He saw a boy and a girl about two or three years his elder. He swallowed thickly, anticipating the worst. "Who are you guys?"
“I’m Ben,” the boy proclaimed before continuing. “This is my friend Sora, and this would be my dad.” The boy explained as he motions over to Roger. The man closed the book he was reading.
Sora nodded, "Mr. Travers," she said greeting Roger.
“Now, since Ben is here, my offer is this.” Roger said as he put his hands behind his back. “You will sleep in Ben’s room, and in the morning you will wake up at 6 a.m. on the dot and work. Get all your chores done to the best of your abilities and you’ll have paid your debt off in 3 days.” Roger turned back to face Nathan. “I’ll let you think about it.”
Nathan felt the couch cushion depress as the short haired boy took a seat next to him. He glared suspiciously at him.
Ben sidled up to the young thief, “Now that my dad is gone, let’s talk,” Ben said as he reached out, cupping Nathan’s crotch. “He’s giving you a pretty fair deal, but I wanna sweeten the pot.” Ben gently massaged Nathan’s clothed crotch, feeling Nathan’s sizable bulge. “You stay, and I will have as much sex as you can handle, whenever and wherever you want,” he said as his loose overalls slightly tent. “Sora can attest to how great I am at sex.”