There’s a large university nearby, and every now and then, a lost young man stumbles onto my farm. This weekend, there were two of them. I call them boys because, while they may have been 18, they were just that—boys.
They arrived as part of some absurd hazing prank, dropped off at the road just outside my property—naked—with the ridiculous instruction to beg the woman on the farm to bring them into her bed. As if that’s how things work here.
One of my worshippers spotted them first and stepped in. By the time my attention was drawn and I came outside, they were kneeling in the pouring rain, shivering, and completely pathetic. I couldn’t help but laugh. I even pointed out that one of them was so unimpressive, I could barely see his cock at all.
They weren’t invited inside my home, of course. But I allowed them to dry off in the barn for the night—nothing more. In the morning, they were driven back to campus and dropped off right in the middle of it, naked, just as they had arrived.
Maybe next time, they’ll think twice before letting their so-called “friends” send them on such a foolish errand.
Goddess Barbara Wildstarr,
You did the right and proper thing by dropping them off as they were discovered.
I confess, I couldn’t resist participating in such a kinky ritual.
It’s similar to CFNM which I crave.
Some things are as perpetually true as the sun rising:: college boys seldom have the whole story.
Oh my, I don’t think I’d have been quite so accommodating if they were to show up on my doorstep! It sounds as though you were very compassionate in giving them shelter and exceptionally wise in providing them with a lesson! Love it!