After a few intense days around the house, Thomas was beginning to lose hope that he could find a way to break out of his current slump of a life. But soon he got an e-mail back from Master Jake, the hog farmer. The e-mail requested a bit more information about Thomas and a few pictures, including ones of Thomas on his hands and knees. Thomas flew to the camera and quickly took the pictures and sent it to the waiting master.
After what felt like the longest hour Thomas was given an address and time and was told not to be late. Thomas was going to be a slave for a hog farmer and he couldn't be happier. Thomas quickly packed a bag.
Samson walked into the apartment building to see Thomas quickly race by heading to the bedroom.
"What are you up to?" asked Samson walking into the bedroom to see Thomas packing a single suit case.
"I'm leaving," Thomas answered shoving some underwear into the suitcase," I don't think I'll be back."
"Where are you going?" asked Samson crossing his arm against his chest, unamused.
"I'm going to the country," answered Thomas picking out some socks," I'm going to go live on a farm."
"You? Living on a farm?" asked Samson," The only farm job you could do is the pig's."
"Exactly," Thomas agreed," I've been accepted to be a slave for a farmer. He will be my master and take care of me. I'm leaving you, Samson."
"What?" Samson asked shocked.
"I'm leaving to a farm to be a slave for a master, you can keep all my stuff. I don't need it," Thomas replied remember what Farmer Jake had said about pigs not needing possessions.
"Have you even thought this through?" Samson asked leaning against the wall.
"Yes and yes. I'm not happy here and you're not happy with me," Thomas replied finishing packing his bag," So I'm leaving."
"Are you sure?" asked Samson," He could be a murder!"
"He has good reviews on the site," countered Thomas," I gotta get going. I don't want to be late for my master."
"Fine then. Go," Samson said getting out of the bedroom entrance," Leave and don't come crying back to me."
"I won't," Thomas said and got his shoes and jacket on and headed out of the door.
Thomas got on the next express bus out of the city and transferred to an even further station and used the last of his money on a cab to the address given to him.
The farm was massive, Thomas was quite surprised at the size. The farm house was two stories tall and huge. There were multiple bars, a wooden area, and several fields all growing crops.
Thomas made his way up the driveway and to the front door and rang the door bell.
Some heavy foot steps on wooden floor slowly made their way to the front door. Thomas had last minute thoughts spring to his head and he wanted to turn and run back to the city and Samson's arms.
The door opened to reveal a massive wall of a man. He stood at least six and a half feet tall, shirtless wearing a pair of tight jeans and cowboy boots. His hair was blonde and cut in a short flat top. His body was thick, muscular, but beefy. He had little body hair, but it was blonde.
"Well, what do we have here?" asked the massive man before Thomas with a tooth pick in his mouth.
Thomas couldn't even choke out a full word.
"Must be my new pig," said the farmer," Get in here."
Thomas did what he was told and quickly snuck by the man.
"Lose the clothes, now!" commanded the farmer.
"Already..?" asked Thomas sheepishly.
The farmer took a few heavy steps up to Thomas and grabbed the collar of Thomas's shirt.
"Do as I tell you, pig."
Thomas felt his dick go hard in an instant and begun to leak.
"Yes sir!" Thomas replied and quickly undid his pants and got out of his clothes as fast as he could.
"Fuck, you're all skin and bones," said the farmer looking over the nude Thomas," What do they feed you piglets in the city."
"Ahh.." Thomas said about to list his favorite foods.
"Don't speak," commanded the farmer in a louder tone making Thomas quiver," Stand still while I measure you."
The farmer took out a measuring tape from his jeans and took a few measurements with his thick hands. Thomas thought he was going to come right then and there when those hands were prodding and poking his body.
"There's room for improvement, pig." said the farmer," If I see it, you will be rewarded. If you don't then you'll be sent to the slaughter house."
Thomas gulped and felt like running away again, but was still leaking precum.
"Now follow me, I'll show you to your pen," the farmer said.
Thomas bent down to grab his clothes only to receive a strong slap on his back which caused him to fly forward and fall down.
Thomas felt the farmer's huge hands grab his hair and the hot breath on the back of his neck while the farmer said in a menacing tone," Clothes are for humans. Not pigs like you."
The farmer lifted Thomas up by the hair and pushed him towards the back door and out into the cool fall evening.
"To the barn," the farmer said when Thomas looked back looking for directions.
Thomas made his way across the cold wet muddy ground to the big red barn and waited for the farmer to open the door.
"You'll be staying in this stall," the farmer told Thomas and showed him a pen. It was an indoor barn, so it was warmer then being outside. The pen had a bed with hay floor, a trough for feeding and a mud puddle.
Does Thomas share a room with someone else?
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