Note: Reading the first Initiation story will help you make sense of the first few paragraphs.
It was almost fully dark by the time I arrived home. The house was dark and shut, reminding me that my parents were away. I was feeling quite exhausted by the time I got inside. I unzipped my jacket and the lingerie fell to the floor. It was a reminder of everything I had been through, the accident, the photos, and the sexual acts I had performed. I picked it up and took it to my sister's room. The stockings I crumpled and shoved in the boots along with the suspenders and the bra. I put these as best I could back where they had come from, carefully replacing the magazines as well. The panties were stained with semen and I took them to the bathroom, where I filled a basin and brushed them clean with soap, then put them over the door handle in my room to dry.
Every time I moved I could feel the butt plug in me. I didn't find it uncomfortable, but it was a reminder of experiences that were somehow becoming a bit dream like. The plug told me they were real. I had dressed and made up as a girl. I had had sex with a woman, a first! She had sucked my cock! I had licked her clit and arse! I had sucked a man and swallowed his come! I had drunk his come from her arse! Some of these things were things I had dreamed about doing, but others were ones that my whole life to date had not prepared me for or had told me were not things a boy should be doing. At that time, bisexuality wasn't something anyone talked about openly, and if it was mentioned, it was derisively, "pooh pusher" and "arse bandit". I found it hard to reconcile this with the fact I had willingly responded to his kisses, and knelt at his feet, calling him Master.
I wasn't into fooling myself, I knew I had been forced into sucking his cock, and I had felt coerced into going upstairs, but the way I had looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was sexy, the way I had responded to his orders to touch her, the way I had responded to both their kisses; I had wanted that, I had liked being told what to do, and I had enjoyed doing it. In my room, reviewing what had happened, I found I didn't even mind the fact I had sucked him off. It was sex, pleasure, adventure, and it was good. In retrospect, it was her attitude that had made it ok – without her reassuring me it didn't make me less a person and that this was a special pleasure, I would probably have never accepted it except as a forced violation. She had made it acceptable. Looking back now, I can see that I had been very cleverly manipulated, but at the time, I just knew that less than one week later I would be on the phone, stating I had seen the ad and would like to apply for the job.
As I showered before going to bed, I knew I would have to take the plug out. I pulled on it but it didn't seem to want to come out. In the end, I squatted as if I was going to the toilet, and pushed as I pulled. I felt it quickly enlarge me to ripping point, then it slipped out and the relief came. I poked my arse with my fingers, surprised by the size of the hole, then feeling it close around my fingers. As I viewed the plug for the first time, I realised how small it was, about three inches long and no more than 3/4 inch across. How had they fitted those bigger plugs into themselves? I washed the plug and carefully hid it in my room.
During the next few days, my time alone wasn't spent looking at magazines. I would go to my sister's room, pull on the stockings and fasten them, pull up the panties and put on the boots. Then I would go to the bathroom, pull down the pants, lubricate myself and the plug with soap, and insert it, pretending it was a cock. Then I would go back to my sister's room and try on various combinations of clothes. Finally, I would come by rubbing myself looking at my latest creation. I found it didn't matter about what I looked like, it was the thrill of pulling on the clothes that excited me.
Of course, I replied to the advertisement by phoning the number, having talked it through with my father beforehand. He had worked on farms in his youth and knew the benefits, so was quite pleased I had reached this decision by myself.
"That sounds fine," Mr Thomas said after he had asked me some questions about myself, mainly for my parent's benefit as they heard my end of the conversation, "why don't you and your Dad come out one evening and I'll ask you some more questions face to face?" I checked with my father, and we settled on the next evening before dinner. "You should be prepared" were his last words as we were hanging up. With my father there? How would he know?
The next afternoon after school, I carefully prepared myself. I inserted the plug and pulled on the stockings and panties. I put on my normal clothes over these. By the time my father was ready to go, I was wondering if I had made a mistake – what would happen if he noticed? The trip out to the farm was good, however, as my father opened up with stories of his time on farms. He thought it was quite good that this would be a live-in position, it would give me an opportunity to be involved in the whole working day of rural life.
Obviously, he and the Thomases had met before, and he chatted to them after I had been formally introduced. They were very realistic, acting as if the last time they had seen me was a few years before, and Mrs Thomas remarking on how much I had grown. I was looking at him when she said this, and his wink caused me to almost explode in laughter, which I disguised with a short cough. We then had the sort of brief conversation about jobs around the farm that is usual in these circumstances.
"Why don't I show you where Sam will sleep," she said to my father, "while Dan gives him a quick look at the farmyard, then we'll let you folks get back to your dinner." We all went out the door towards the farm buildings, they to the right, us to the left, towards the office. During our walk, he was all business, telling me about the farm, the dogs, the equipment, the stock and so on. We reached the office and went inside, and he immediately went up the stairs and into the long room. I followed.
"You have done well Toy, I am pleased." I immediately went forward and knelt at his feet. "Good." His hand came down and ruffled my hair, then moved and opened his fly. I reached up and pulled out his cock, immediately licking the head and sucking on it when it was free.
"Stand, and pull down your trousers." Even as I wondered what was going to happen, I did as he said. His hands wandered over my cock, the panties, and came to rest on my cheeks. He slid a finger beneath the panties and rubbed my crack, feeling the hard plastic of the plug.
"Very good. Dress now." I did as he indicated and stood before him. His hand came to my head and pulled me forward for one of his hard, thrusting kisses, then pushed me down. I sank to my knees, obedient, and fastened my hand then my mouth on his now hard cock. It was much as the first time, eventually he was fucking the back of my mouth, and soon released his load right down my throat. I sucked him dry and soft then, at his direction, replaced him in his jeans.
