Many hours went by, and the empty bottles were piling up at the end of the table. Dominic wasn't always a heavy drinker, but wasn't a lightweight either.
"I'm impressed boy, you can really take your drink something powerful, for such a young one," Butch remarked as Dominic finished off a bottle of cider.
"W-well sir, it must be in my genetics or s-something. I think I'm done for tonight though. I don't think I'm gonna be able to drive home. Will y-you drop me off at my house?" Dominic stuttered out, about ready to fall asleep.
"Certainly, boy. I'm perfectly fine to drive. After all, you did the heft of the drinking here!" Butch winked at Dominic and the boy felt a little spurt of precum dribble out of his penis.
As the night went on, Butch had been lightly teasing the boy from under the table, his rugged hand grazing over Dominic's muscular young thigh, sometimes lightly brushing against his constantly rigid cock.
"Alright boy, get up and let's go." Butch helped Dominic stand up, and had to wrap an arm around him to guide him out to the truck.
Dominic passed out and collapsed into the dirt of the parking lot. Butch hefted him up onto his shoulder and buckled him into the passenger side of his truck.
"I've got a good place for you, boy. Been waiting for this moment for a very long time," Butch endearingly looked over at a snoring Dominic curled up in the passenger seat. He drove past the farm, and past the boy's house. He had a delivery to bring back to work with him first.
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Dominic was unable to escape the rugged man dragging him into the room, and was hastily placed up onto an admittedly comfortable table that appeared to be designed to keep his legs spread and body reclined back. Restraints were quickly placed around his wrists, ankles, thighs, and midsection.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, where am I?!" Dominic yelled as his head continued to pound.
"Get the boy a sedative," a familiar voice echoed into the room from an entrance opposite the bed.
"Butch? Is that you? What is this all about? I'm scared!" Dominic distressed, his struggles getting weaker as his energy began to wane from the protest.
"Relax, boy. You are totally safe and sound. You aren't going to be hurt. This is my job, where I disappear to every day."
The shirtless man returned with a small cup of pink fluid that he made Dominic swallow. The boy instantly relaxed, and his body felt warm. His slightly kinky side began to enjoy the feeling of being so securely restrained.
Butch stepped into the room, wearing the same leather jacket he had on at the bar the night before. He came over to Dominic and placed his hand on the boy's cheek, and planted a kiss on his lips. Dominic's penis began to fill out as he felt the man's lips meet his.
"What was in that cup, Butch? I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and maybe a little horny?"
"It's a simple sedative boy, with a touch of aphrodisiac. Let it flow through you. I'm going to show you what I do here at work. I think you will enjoy it. Also, you are to stop calling me by my first name. Refer to me as Sir from now on."
"What about my dad? Won't he know I didn't come home last night?"
"Boy, you are so full of worries aren't you? I told your father that you would be staying with me a few nights to work late. When was the last time that you had an orgasm, boy?"
"Yesterday, Sir." Dominic blushed, his cock really getting hard now at the predicament he's found himself in.
"Heh. I saw that boy. I have cameras all over the property. You shoot a lot of cum. I saw you jerking behind the barn from my office here."
Dominic blushed even harder, feeling bashful at the thought of Butch having watched him masturbate on his property. He wondered if Butch happened to catch him with the cucumber he had up his ass last summer.
"Let's get started boy. You are going to really enjoy your time here."
Dominic felt a little twinge of nervousness but trusted Butch. The farmer began to remove the boy's clothes, undoing each restraint to take the garments off as necessary. Before long, Dominic was completely nude, exposed to whatever Butch had in mind for him.
"What are you going to do to me, Sir?" Dominic anxiously inquired.
"I'm going to see how much semen you can produce, boy. Just relax, I'll be right back. This is just a trial." Butch left through the door he came in from, and was gone for several minutes.
The room was quite warm, and Dominic was starting to feel comfortable. His testicles were hanging low from the heat, and the syrup he had been given was really kicking in. Almost like a nicotine buzz, he felt relaxed and his cock had become fully erect from the aphrodisiac.
The shirtless man who dragged him in had a slight smirk on his face and Dominic looked at him more closely. He was quite handsome, but not quite as handsome as Butch. The man winked at the boy reassuringly, and Dominic began to fantasize about what he had packing in his pants.
Butch returned, with a few items on a cart. A bottle of what looked to be lube, some kind of sheath similar to a masturbator, and a dildo.
