Life on the Ranch Ch. 03

"Yyess..." I sputter out. She shoves my head as she pulls away and walks over to fill up a thermos of coffee.

"Good..." Without another word she walks out the door. I rub my neck where she grabbed me. I could feel my heart beating faster than ever as goosebumps crawl up my skin. Fuck! I can't believe this is happening.

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The rest of the morning goes by slowly as I count down each minute until I have to leave with Amanda. It's messed up how time works. Time always seems to fly when you're having fun, but not when you're nervously waiting to have hell brought down on you. Each second felt like an hour.

It was complete torture!

I try to stay busy, cleaning up the dishes, doing my laundry, and balancing the books.

No matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about what inhumanly cruel things Amanda has planned for me. What degrading act is she going to make me do this time? How can she possibly humiliate me any more than she already has? My mind is overrun by all the horrifying possibilities.

Finally, my laundry is all done, changing my bed with fresh clean sheets. I've been trying to get some school work done, but it's impossible to even try to focus on anything other than the long day I have ahead of me.

It was close to lunchtime, so I decided to fix up some sandwiches. Just as I finish, Steph and Amanda walk in.

"I can't believe we finished! I thought for sure we weren't going to get through the rest of them since we were down 3 sets of hands. Amanda YOU ARE amazing." Steph says as she pats Amanda's shoulder. "I don't know what we'd do without ya. I want ya to take all the time ya need in town and have some fun for once. You've earned it."

Amanda had the biggest grin ever as she glances over at me. Oh god... Amanda's got that look on her face. That possessively lustful stare.

"I'm just glad Kyle's coming with me." She gives me a wink that makes me quiver knowing full well her intent. "That boy sure does brighten my day."

"Awe, it's good to see you two getting along so well." I haven't seen Steph this happy since... Well since my mother was here. She really does like Amanda. If she only knew...

After we finish eating lunch, Steph gives Amanda the keys to her truck, a piece of paper with part she needs and some cash for the part, gas, dinner and a little extra. "Now you both have a good time. Drive safe and enjoy yourselves."

She gives me a kiss on the forehead and we hop in the truck and take off. It's almost an hour drive to the closest town called Alpine. For the most part, the car ride is rather silent. My head on the other hand is just flooded with thoughts on how Amanda is going to abuse me. I'm surprised she hasn't pulled over and fucked me on the side of the road.

Finally we arrive just the outside of Alpine.

"So what's this favorite restaurant of yours?" Amanda asks, finally breaking the silence. Is she actually taking an interest in me?

"Well there are actually several restaurants I like. It depends what you're interested in. The Panda buffet is delicious if you looking for asian food. There are several great mexican restaurants."

"I don't care, just pick one. Now where's this store we need to get the part from?" And of course she could care less.

"It's just up the right here, next to the pizza place."

She pulls into the auto part store and puts it in park. "Is that a clothing store over there?" she asks, pointing across the street.

"Yeah, it's got everything."

"How about you go get the part Steph needs, I'm just going to stop in there for just a jiffy. Here's what she needs and heres some money." She hands me the piece of paper with the part written down on it and a twenty. Then she makes her way across the street.

I walk into the store and head over to the belt section. I find the belt Steph needs and go to check out. After I finish paying I walk out to the parking lot and run into Fred Morris of all people. The boy that made my life hell when I went to the public schools. He's with two of his friends I sort of recognize. Why me!?

"Look here boys, if it ain't that fucking fag boy that used to go to our school." Fred points out to his friends. Of course he would recognize me...

"Hey fag boy, where ya headin?" he asks as he and his friends start to circle around me.

"Look at em, looks like he'd be getting his fudge packed," one of his friends comments.

"God we use to have a lot of fun with you. Remember that time we caught ya staring at our peckers in gym? I betcha really wanted dick that day, didn't ya fagboy?" Fred had a big douchy smile across his face. I wasn't staring at their peckers that day, that's just what they told everyone.

"Ha I remember that and we threw his naked ass outside. He had to run around the building in front of the entire school trying to hide that tiny little dingaling of his. Not that anyone would of seen it anyways." His friend on the other side says as they all share a laugh at my expense.

"So you little queer, still sucking dick?" Fred asks. I can't believe this, why am I always the one being humiliated? Of all the people to run into, it had to be Fred. I don't know what to say to him, so I just try to push past them.

"Hold on a sec fag boy, what's the rush?" Fred grabs my arm as I try to walk by him. "How about we catch up for ole times sake."

"Ahh no thanks, I... I have to get going." I nervously stutter. I can't take anymore of this. Why can't people just leave me alone? "Please just let me go."

"Sure ya do, it's not like you have a girlfriend or anything. But shit... I think we have someone who would be more than willing to use ya." He smiles santaically. What does he mean by that? Oh fuck... I need to get away from them. Fred's other two friends corner me.

"I don't know Fred, should we do this here?" Fred's friend who came up behind me asks.

"Look around, ain't nobody's gonna do anything. Besides Buck said he'd pay hefty to find someone for you know what. Fagboy is perfect!" All three of them had a wide shit eaten grin on their faces.

"Let go of me! I don't want to go anywhere with you guys!" I shout while I trry to break free.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't have a choice faggot." Fred punches me in the stomach, taking the air right out of my lungs, causing me to fall to my knees.

"Hey what the fuck do yall think yer doing?" Amanda shouts as she walks up. Thank god! I've never been so happy to see Amanda in all my life.

"Oh shit guys, look at this hussy. She's fine!" Fred hoots out to the other two. They have no idea what they're in for.

"That's my boyfriend ya got your dirty little hands on," she howlers, as the three idiots look at each other dumbfounded. "Ya best let go of him if ya know what's good for ya.

All three of them break down laughing. "You mean to tell me that you're fagboy's girlfriend? No fucking way!"

Before any of them could say another word, Amanda bashes Fred's nose in, knocking him to the ground with one punch. Both of Fred's friends let go of me and step back all at once. Fred was rolling on the ground holding his nose, bleeding all over the place. "Ah fuuck, I think that bitch broke my nose!"

"Anyone else want a nose job?" Amanda's all fired up, ready to fight. Fred's friends grab him off the ground, and start to backpedal.

"We don't want no trouble miss," one of them says.

"That's what I thought, if I ever see you shits anyone near Kyle again, I'll put ya in the morgue. Understood?" They all shake their heads and rush back to their truck.

I was still on my knees holding my stomach, which still hurt like hell. Amanda pulls me up and put my arm around her shoulder. "Everything's gonna be fine now, I'm here. You'll be alright."

Wow, it seems like she genuinely cares. She grabs her bag, as she helps me into the truck. "Thanks... I..."

"Hhhhhfff, seems like everytime I turn my back, you're getting into trouble. What's the deal with those assfucks anyways?" She looks at me with an expression of actual, genuine, concern. Could it be that she actually cares about me?

"Fred used to pick on me when I went to public schools..." I look out the window, embarrassed as usual.

"Was he the kid that gave you a black eye?"

I glance back at her, remembering the conversation she had with Steph. God, she can't just keep these things to herself, thanks ma.

"Yeah.. That's him."

An expression I can't only describe as rage appears on her face. Now I was truly frightened. "That son of a bitch is lucky a broken nose is the only thing I gave em. If I ever see that kid again, I'm gonna..."

If I thought the things she's done to me were bad, I can only imagine what she wants to do to Fred. For the first time since Amanda arrived I actually feel... almost safe around her. Well at least safe when it comes to being picked on or bullied by someone else.

"You got any place you need to go? We got some time to kill before dinner."

"Actually... Would you mind if we went to the bookstore?"

"Sure.. why the hell not."

"Awesome! Thanks, it's just up the street." I can't believe she's agreeing to go to the bookstore.

We pull out of the parking lot and park on the side of the street in front of the store.

Entering the store, I quickly rush up to the fantasy/sci fi section to see if they had the new Aratheon book.

They do!

I'm in luck.

This is so cool!

I can't wait to start reading it.

Amanda's going to think I'm such a dork. I try my best to hide my excitement.

"Did ya find what you were looking for?" Amanda walks up behind me taking a quick grab at my butt. For once I didn't mind, although it's kind of weird in public.

"Yeah, it's the newest book in the saga. A fantasy saga. Do you like to read?" I look up at Amanda as she gave me a funny look.

"Well... I don't think I've read anything in long time, so..."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Ah crap! Just when things were going so good. Why can't I keep my mouth shut!?

"Nothing. I meant, you don't seem like the book junky type. That's all..."

"Well, maybe I just haven't found the right book. Ever think of that?"

"Ummm I guess not. Would you like to tryout a book?" I look into her eyes as she stares down into mine. She contemplates for a few seconds before grabbing the book out of my hand.

"Maybe.. Only if I like it." She skims over the book, reading the summary. "Hmmm, I guess this doesn't look too bad."

"Oh it's great I promise! It has lots of action and a little bit of sex and romance." I lean in closer.

"There's a whole bunch of fan stories on the internet with the main heroine being transgender. She goes to town on the protagonist." Her eyes light up like a christmas tree.

"Hmm now that's my kind of story." She walks up to the counter and pays for the book. She hands me the book and we walk back to the truck.

"Thank you so much! I can give you the first book. It's so awesome! They also have an online game. It's so much fun, you can play as any of the races. If you like the book, you have to try the game."

She watches me as a grin spreads across her face. "Wow.. You're really into this, aren't ya?"

"Oh you have no idea. I've met most of my friends in the game. They have a huge event each year where you can dress up as one of the characters and they release all the new storylines and tons of exclusive stuff you can only get there. I've never actually been there, but I hear it's so much fun." I can't believe she's actually interested. This is probably the longest conversation we've had that didn't involve her cock and my ass.

"Ha, you're such a nerd." And I spoke too soon. Of course.. And I actually thought she was getting into it. I'm such an idiot. I quickly turn away to hide my embarrassment.

She scoots over and gently grabs my chin forcing me to face her.

"You're my nerd." She pulls me into a kiss, a long and passionate kiss. It felt like my entire body just exploded. As she pulls back, I look up into her eyes, completely surprised by her actions.

"What? Quit looking at me like that, it was just a kiss. You're still my bitch." Amanda's cheeks were redder than any rose I've ever seen. This is the first time I've ever seen her blush.

"Did you really mean it when you said I was your boyfriend?" I thought she was blushing before, now her face is completely flushed. She turns away looking out the window.

After a long over exaggerated sigh Amanda turns to look at me. "I'm definitely not going to let someone else put their hands on ya."

I couldn't help but smile excitedly. "I've never had a girlfriend before!"

She gives me the most terrified look I've ever seen. "Now don't get it in your head that we're going to start holding hands or anything. And don't go buying me flowers. Like I said, you're still my bitch. And if you think I'm gonna take it easy on ya, you're dead wrong. I'm gonna continue to fuck that ass like I'm going to prison. Because I own it. Understood?"

I nod, still smiling foolishly. I have a girlfriend! Even if she likes to humiliate me and abuse the hell out of my butthole, I still have a girlfriend.

"Now we still have an hour to kill and I have an idea."

She pulls out of the parking spot and drives down the road. She then pulls into an empty parking lot that belongs to an old restaurant that went out of business and puts the truck in park. I had no idea what she's thinking. I eye her suspiciously.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and then starts undoing her pants. I knew things were going too smoothly. She whips her dick out and looks over at me with a big grin. "How about ya come over here and give your girlfriend a blow job?"

Oh my god! She just said she's my girlfriend again! I bite my lip as I stare into her eyes. I slowly lean over and wrap my fingers around her thick cock. I slowly bent down and kiss the tip. "That's it."

I spread my lips just enough to slid the tip in my mouth. As I swirl my tongue around the head of her cock, I work her shaft with my hand. I feel her hand going through my hair. "I got you a present."

I look up at her in surprise. I pull her cock from my mouth. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's just in the bag in the back seat of the cab. Here let me grab it." She lightly nudges me back as she turns around and grabs the bag from the back. It was in a pink gift bag. What could it possibly be?

"Go ahead and open it." She hands me the bag.

I rummage through the bag, tearing out the gift wrap paper. "Oh and by the way Kylie, when I said boyfriend I really meant girlfriend." Once again humiliation flooded through me like a broken damn. Her pink gift bag contained a pair of girl panties, white thigh highs, a plaid mini skirt and a small white button up t-shirt. I noticed they were all in my size. I look at her thoroughly horrified. Does she honestly expect me to wear this?

"Now, you can thank me by finishing that blow job you started." Just when things were going great, she had to go and do this...

"Please don't make me wear this..."

"I told you from now on you're going to be my good girl, didn't I? I said I was going to get ya some thigh highs, panties and a mini skirt, right? I always keep my word." That lustful possessive star was back on her face. "And yes.. You will put that outfit on if you know what's good for ya. Besides, if you're a good girl, we'll keep it our little secret. Now put those cute little lips back to work, my cock isn't going to suck itself."

I slowly put the clothes away in the pink bag. How is it one person can make you feel so... good, and then in the next moment make you feel like just an object to be used? I swiftly wipe away the moisture that was starting to build in my eyes. I better do what she wants, it'll only get worse if I disobey.

I lean back down and slide her still hard cock back in my mouth as I wrap my hand around the base. She places her hand back on my head as she grabs a mound full of hair. As I ease her cock in my mouth, I felt her press down as her hips push up, driving her cock down my throat. The moisture that started to build around my eyes turns into tears as I gag on her cock.

She starts to pull my head back and then swiftly shoves it back down, her cock once more slamming in the back of my throat. She starts to get into rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on her cock. "Ohh fuck Kylie, you're such a good cocksucker."

I could feel every vein of her cock with my tongue as I press it against the bottom of her cock when she forces me down. As she pulls my head up I suck as hard as I can, eliciting one hell of a moan. "Holy fuck!"

I figured the quicker she cums, the sooner I can't get this over with. At least that's why I try to convince myself. The more I suck on her big fat dick, the harder my own little cock gets. Am I actually starting to enjoy this?

Her heavy gasps indicate she wasn't far from climaxing, which was a lot sooner than usual. I guess she has gone almost all day without dropping a load in me. Her cock gets steely hard and I could tell she was about to explode, so I braced myself. As she slams my head down, I could feel her cock start to pulse, shooting thick ropes of cum down my throat. She let out a long sigh of relief as she pulls my head back, still leaving the tip in my mouth, letting me have one more load of cum to taste. After she fills my mouth with her seed, she let go of my hair and leans back. "God damn Kylie, you might just be the best fucking cock sucker I've ever had a blow job from."

I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment. She put her python back in the cage of her pants. Then she scoots over as she licks her thumb and gently wipes my cheek. I stuck out my tongue and licked the cum of her thumb. I felt her hand rub up against me crotch. "Ya know Kylie, I think you're starting to enjoy this."

My cheeks got real hot as I realized how hard I was, looking down at my at my groin. I quickly turn away trying to hide my shame.

"Don't be embarrassed, there's nothing to be ashamed about. At least not in front of me."

I look back at those dark brown eyes, searching for a sign of deception. Desperately trying to figure out if this was just another one of her cruel games. However, all I could find was a sincerity. "How can you say that? This isn't at all wrong to you?"

"Kyle, it's just sex..." Of course this means nothing to her. Do I mean so little to her? She's so easily willing to just degrade me for her own pleasure without a concern as to how I feel... "Now where's a good place to get some grub, preferably somewhere that has beer."

"There's a bar up the street we can eat at..." I turn away and stare out the window, for once I was just angry with her. She doesn't even care.

She pulls out of the empty parking lot and heads up to the street until we arrive at the bar. There were a few guys hanging outside smoking cigs, the awful smell lingered as we walk in. The bar wasn't as completely empty as I thought it would be, just a few tables taken. One by four farmhands that worked for another ranch. I recognized them, they used to work for us. As in, Steph fired them for being a bunch of transphobic bigots.

I sigh as we took a booth on the other side of the bar. The bar was a typical hole in the wall, grimy, greasy, and full of the usual dirtbags, but they had some of the best bar food around. The bar had two TVs playing, one was playing the football game and the other had the news on.

Debby the waitress I've known for a while comes over and brings us menus. "Hey Kyle, it's good to see that familiar face of yours. It's been awhile."

"Thanks Debby, the ranch has been keeping me busy. How have you been?"

"Oh just working as usual," she says as she turns to Amanda. "You look familiar..."

"This is Amanda, she helps out on the farm."