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CYOA 3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 1: Taking Stock
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 05:16:24 +0000 UTCChapter 1: Farmer arrives in Pelican Town and immediately gets to know the Mayor on a very intimate level.
Content: Roleplay; Body Inspection; breeding/impregnation kink
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Farmer had been on his phone for the longest time, still idly checking posts and scrolling the web, but at some point the connection just got disrupted, so he slipped it into the front pocket of his shirt and looked out the bus window.
He’d thought it would be harder on him to leave all his old life behind and start something completely new in a place he did not know… but watching the juicy green scenery unfold outside the dusty window of the banged-up vehicle, he can feel himself relax.
All his stuff has already been shipped to the old farm house. He can somewhat remember it from trips to his grandfather; a small cottage that had felt cozy and homey for a little boy that enjoyed spending time in the outdoors. He wonders how the place fared with years of nobody having been there.
He wonders how he will fare with little to no knowledge on how actual farm work is conducted. He’s got a few books under his belt now so he’s got a general understanding, but… well. He would learn as he went. It’s how he’s always done things.
The noise that had been accompanying the busride is steadily growing louder and more concerning. Farmer glances toward the front where the busdriver, an older woman with long curly blond hair, is starting to bang against the console with a fist and mutter some choice expletives under her breath.
The whole procession comes to a crescendo about thirty feet from the actual bus stop where the engine croaks it with a loud bang and a lot of dark smoke spilling out from the hood of the bus.
The bus driver is none too polite telling him to get his ass outside but Farmer is hurrying on his own anyway, one bag in his hand and his backpack slung over the other shoulder. He’s not keen on waiting whether the old engine will combust after all.
He hops out of the bus and jogs a few feet away before turning around and seeing that the driver has popped open the hood and is just staring at the mess she’s found there. She’s not moving a muscle, and he has a meeting planned with the town’s mayor, so he leaves her with her woes and turns to trudge toward the bus sign he can see standing out from the general greenery around.
After a few seconds, an older man pokes his head out around some bushes, his thick gray brows pulled into a frown. When he sees Farmer, his face relaxes and he extends a hand, waving at him.
Farmer smiles close-mouthed and waves back, starting in on a light jog toward his new life.
.o.
“You’ve grown a lot! Last time I’ve seen you, you were… yae high. About the age of Jas and Vincent? Maybe. Yes uh…” Mayor Lewis is speaking haltingly. He has been staring at Farmer in a rather odd way for quite some time now as they stand in front of the old cottage.
Farmer is just quietly listening to him ramble and mostly ignoring the looks. He has no idea who Jas and Vincent are and he doesn’t know what is going on in Mayor Lewis’ head at the moment – but he supposes he will find out both soon enough. At the moment he is more so preoccupied with staring at the dismal state his grandfather’s old farm is in.
How the fuck was he supposed to do anything here? It’s looking like just more forest, really. Though… worse, even. There definitely hadn’t been that much shrubbery and branches and rocks in the part of forest that he saw while walking here.
This… looks like absolute wilderness. “How did it come this far? It looks horrible,” he sighs, scratching a hand through his dark hair.
Mayor Lewis is quiet for a second before he chuckles, a hand slapping against Farmer’s back. “Oh, don’t you already lose courage! It isn’t as bad as it looks, really. Just… take it one step at a time. Clear a bit of the area in front of your house; get started on growing some crops. Soon enough, you’ll be able to afford a few barns and animals to go with it.”
“Animals…” Farmer echoes softly. He is still staring out at the untamed wilderness that had once been his grandfather’s farm when the Mayor pips up again slowly.
“Well. Yes. Animals.” He clears his throat. “Unrelated to that I uh… After our phone call the other week, I had become a tad curious and while I am not exactly technically savvy, some young folk in town are, and I let them have a bit of a look at… you.”
Farmer’s back stiffens a little; not out of a particular worry but mostly so in surprise. He had not expected the Mayor of a little town like this to be shrewd enough to want to background check someone. He half turns and looks into the Mayor’s face.
It’s a little flushed and his eyes are looking glassy as he stares at Farmer with a lead-eye glare. He’d look angry if he weren’t looking so horny.
Farmer doesn’t need to ask him what he and those ‘young folk’ saw, but he does so anyway, shifting his weight a little so his hip cocks out to the side and a little flirty grin forms on his face. “Oh? And what did you see?”
Lewis clears his throat awkwardly. He glances up from Farmer’s chest to his face and then away to the house.
“Well. Pictures. And a uh… video. I was shocked to say the least.” He is trying to regain his composure and sound suitably horrified, but Farmer can hear the thick sound of lust to his voice. “We’ve never had someone like you in the Valley. I don’t know what to think of that. This is… highly unorthodox.”
“Someone like me?” Farmer replies silkily. “I’m not a hooker, if you think that’s what you were seeing. I didn’t earn a penny. It was just for fun.”
Lewis’ face flushes a little bit more red. There’s a sweaty sheen to his skin now that Farmer doesn’t think comes from the bright, friendly sun shining down on them from overhead.
“For fun,” he repeats like he’s about to choke on his own tongue. He looks at Farmer, then quickly looks away again, apparently unable to bear the look of him. If it weren’t for the fact that the old guy is clearly turned on.
Farmer relaxes a little, rocking back onto his heels. He looks around again. The work that is ahead of him is… honestly daunting. He wonders if he’ll be able to do all of it.
As if reading his mind, Lewis suddenly switches topics and asks: “Look, son. Do you have even the slightest idea what you’re doing here? I know you said on the phone that you’re reading books and the likes, which is commendable for a youth such as you-”
Farmer’s mouth twitches. He’s suitably sure there’s only about a twenty year gap between himself and the good Mayor, but he does not interrupt him.
“-but there’s just so much that goes into the profession. Especially if you plan to run it on two tracks with growing crops and having livestock…”
Farmer reaches up and scratches through his hair.
“True, I suppose…” he says slowly, unsure where the old goat is going with this – until he sees Lewis lick his lips, his mustache trembling with eagerness.
“I’d be willing to show you the ropes some. Give you some… pointers,” the old guy says. He’s trying to sound professional but by now Farmer can all but smell his arousal.
He can’t say that he isn’t intrigued, at least. He had expected a lot of things when he climbed into that old rickety bus… but certainly not getting proposed for a fuck by the old Mayor of this quaint little town.
That’s interesting.
“I sure would be thankful for that,” he says evenly, just playing along to see where this would all go.
“Wonderful. Wonderful.” There are hectic red splotches on the Mayor’s flushed cheeks now. He’s clapping into his hands and jerking his chin toward the side of the main farm house. “Come, then. I’ll show you your tool shed. It’s bound to be a bit cooler in there, too. This spring sun is about to do my head in.”
He starts walking and Farmer follows without a complaint. The bulge in the old man’s tweed pants certainly wasn’t unnoticed by him. He reaches back into the backpocket of his jeans, fingers bumping into a packet of lube that he always keeps on himself.
There’s no reason to be unprepared for… any eventualities, after all.
“Ah, Mayor Lewis, before I forget… my grandfather said to send his regards.”
Lewis nearly trips over his own feet at that. Farmer’s hand shoots out to grab him by the shoulder and steady him.
“He… said…?” the Mayor echoes, looking a bit frazzled around the edges.
“Well, he wrote. In his letter to me. Said you always were a very good friend to him and if you were still around, I should ‘greet the old boy’. Something like that.”
Farmer can barely keep the smirk off his face. Watching the Mayor almost squirm on the spot makes him wonder… did those two actually fuck around, a few decades ago? And now the Mayor was trying to get a leg up on his old flame’s grandson too?
Kinky. He likes that kind of shit.
.o.
“I certainly expect you to behave yourself in town. We are a good community of upstanding citizens. We have young children there. You can’t walk around like… like…”
Mayor Lewis loses steam as Farmer easily drops to his knees on the horribly dusty floor of the tool shed. They’ve closed the door behind them for privacy, but there are so many cracks in the old boards that there’s plenty enough light creeping into the room and showing the clouds of dust whirling through the air.
Farmer is looking up at him, barely containing a confused smile.
“Still don’t know what you think I am. I’m not going to… run around the streets naked?”
He’s reaching for the Mayor’s tweed pants as he says that but is thwarted by the old man’s hands curling like vices around his wrists. Farmer winces a little, honestly surprised at how strong the old coot is.
Despite his harsh grip, his face still looks nervous when Farmer looks up at it.
“Well. Yes. Quite,” he mutters. It’s just meaningless phrases of an old guy that is about to get his dick sucked for probably the first time in a few years. Or maybe he’s just nervous about having a guy’s mouth on his cock. Farmer isn’t too sure yet any which way.
He only knows that the Mayor’s implication had been rather open and honest when he opened the shed door and told him ‘I already left some seeds to get you started in your farm house. As a welcoming gift… to give you a little boost’.
Farmer is not about to be indebted on his first day of his new life, and he could honestly go for a bit of relaxation after the shock of seeing the state the whole farm is in.
But now with his hands trapped in Lewis’ grip, he wonders if he might have miscalculated the situation after all?
Lewis suddenly lets go of him and fake coughs into his fist, awkward but still interested. His cock is, at least, straining in his slacks toward Farmer.
He does not reach for him again, though; not with an explicit invitation to do so.
“I can see you are eager to get to work,” the old goat starts slowly, visibly gaining confidence and steam as he continues on: “and I am ready to give you some pointers, as I told you earlier. If I recall correctly, there is still an animal shed on the premise that needs a bit of loving. You should be able to buy your first cow soonish if you put a bit of elbow grease into it and unearth it from the surrounding debris.”
Farmer is looking patiently up at the old man as he listens, unsure where this is going yet. He’s suitably sure that they’re still heading toward something at least. The erection visibly flexing beneath the tweed material is a testament to that.
Well… that, or the old guy just really gets off on talking about dilapidated old farms-
“I’ll show you what to look out for when buying them, and how to take care of their everyday… needs.”
Ah. That register now-
Farmer watches as Lewis reaches for him. The whole excuse to touch him and fuck around with him is flimsy at best, yet he finds himself oddly turned on by it as his jaw is grabbed in a firm hand and his head tipped up until he has to look at the old Mayor towering over him and staring back with an unreadable expression.
He’s still flushed and still glistening with sweat but his fingers are calm as they drag over Farmer’s mouth until his other hand digs into the hinges of his jaw and forces him to open up nice and wide.
He winces at the pain, a low groan slipping from his throat. He’s not complaining per se but Lewis seems to perk up a little, a small smile hidden in the whiskers of his mustache.
“You’ll need to toughen up if you want to become a farmer,” he says in a low voice that sounds kind of ominous… but not enough so to not turn Farmer on. Farmer is a tall guy with lean muscles. He’d be able to take an old coot like the Mayor if push came to shove. He’s not really worried. No… he’s far more turned on as he sits there with his mouth hanging open, letting a man he’s only talked to on the phone once before, boss him around.
“Let me see if you would make a good breeding bull,” Lewis murmurs. His fingers are once again touching Farmer’s mouth, the blunt tips sliding along his lips once, twice, thrice, just enticing himself for when he finally pushes into the mouth held nice and open by the fingers digging into his jaw still.
Farmer swallows awkwardly, his tongue moving up during the motion and touching the Mayor’s fingers for a second before shying away again. It is just a reflex, but Lewis looks excited, taking a little step closer until Farmer can smell the fabric of his clothes and feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“I have to admit that we could use some new blood in the Town. There are fairly few families and I fear the young ones might want to move out on their own once they have grown bored of the peace and quiet that they have here.
Having an out-of-town breeder might be beneficial, now that I think about it. Caroline and Jodi aren’t too old just yet… and Abigail and Haley might stay as well if they got… persuaded enough by, say… an unexpected pregnancy. I don’t think there’s any worry about the other girls…”
As Lewis is speaking, his fingers keep rubbing against Farmer’s tongue, pushing deeper and deeper until Farmer can feel his mind wanting to slip away nice and quiet. He loves sucking dick. He’s got an oral fixation a mile wide and the old goat playing with his gag reflex is getting his blood pumping in the best way possible.
It makes it all the more difficult to really follow along the insane ramblings of the Mayor as he mutters his population fantasies, his other hand now grabbing Farmer by the hair and pulling his head back. He pushes against his lower row of teeth, prompting Farmer’s mouth to open as wide as it will go. The stretch is once again making the hinges of his jaw ache, especially after the rude treatment from earlier.
“Let’s see here… You’re nice and young still. Your teeth look good… no cavities as far as I can see. Nothing missing…”
Lewis pushes a finger along the lower row of Farmer’s teeth, feeling them up for any gaps that are not there. He’s watching him with an odd expression, apparently waiting for Farmer to flinch in pain – but all he does is keep kneeling on the dusty ground of his dilapidated tool shed and slowly dripping saliva to the floor between his knees.
He’s done a lot of shit back in the city; especially when collaborating with other people that were bored and just wanted to get their rocks off for an anonymous audience to watch – but he’s never gotten inspected like this. Like an animal.
Lewis twists his hand and starts the same procedure with Farmer’s upper row of teeth. He’s staring him down as he does so, the expression on his face becoming more intense.
“You seem healthy enough,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers suddenly back deep into Farmer’s throat until he really does have to gag.
The Mayor suddenly pinches Farmer’s nose closed, cutting off his air while finger fucking his throat. Maybe he likes the desperate wet clicking sounds of Farmer’s throat as he keeps choking and trying to wheeze in some breaths – or maybe he is finding some sudden, new interest in watching the dumb animal panic spreading throughout his face as Farmer fails to realize that he could use his hands to push the old goat away.
Just when the edges of his vision become fuzzy and dark does Lewis suddenly let go of him.
Farmer hacks and wheezes, trying to pull air into his lungs without choking on his own spit. He feels Lewis wiping his wet fingers against his cheek but can’t react one way or the other. His heart is pumping fast with adrenaline and his cock, just barely interested before, is throbbing in time with it in his jeans now.
“Go on… I need to have a look at what you’re offering,” Lewis says. He sounds a bit breathless in his eagerness, grabbing his cock through his tweed pants as he stares down at the Farmer. He has lost all shyness but that is nothing new. Farmer has already figured out that becoming horny usually coincides with a drastic lowering of inhibitions.
For a moment he debates on whether he should go through with this; it does somewhat set the tone of the beginning of his new life in Stardew Valley to get thoroughly fucked up by the old bastard Mayor that may or may not have fucked around with his grandfather years ago…
But honestly… why the fuck not? He licks his lips slowly, reaching up and massaging his aching jaw as he wonders what Lewis might be talking about.
Slowly he kneels up, hands dropping to his belt, and when Lewis just watches, his nostrils flaring with each breath, he opens his pants and pushes them down until his erection bounces out from the restriction of his underwear, wagging through the air like an eager dog’s tail.
Farmer keeps watching Lewis, slowly shimmying his jeans further down until they are bunched around his knees and can’t go any further.
Lewis’ mouth has opened slightly. He’s breathing heavily, his hand kneading his cock.
“That looks promising,” he says in a low, rough voice. “A nice big cock with a nice heavy sac… you’re bound to be very potent.” He licks his lips. “Go on. Lean forward so I can properly inspect you, boy.”
Farmer swallows thickly. He can still taste the Mayor’s skin on his tongue. He’s shown his body off plenty of times already, but he’s never done so with the intent of getting checked over like some animal. Like some… beast of burden. That is what he is quickly becoming in Lewis’ eyes, he realizes as he slowly shuffles around until he can lean forward, bracing his forearms on the dusty ground and sticking his ass up into the air.
Lewis wants to use him as some kind of… breeding bull. He doesn’t know him well enough to determine whether he’s just talking out of his ass right now and gets off on the thought of using the town residents as some kind of personal breeding project… or whether he actually means it.
Farmer will figure it out sooner or later, he supposes. For now all he wants is to get his rocks off now that his cock is nice and hard and he’s getting into the headspace for it. He had not thought that the old fuck would do it for him but here he is, panting against the floorboards and eagerly awaiting what will happen next.
What does happen is Lewis kicking his legs apart as far as his jeans will allow and grabbing a hold of Farmer’s cheeks, spreading them wide.
Heat suffuses him as he feels the weight of the other’s stare on his hole. Unabashedly looking at what Farmer has to offer.
“Not bad…” he hears the Mayor mutter. One of his hands leaves Farmer’s ass and seconds later grabs a hold of his balls.
Farmer groans, his hips immediately trying to lift up and out of the way from the borderline painful grip on his nuts, but Lewis doesn’t let him go anywhere. He slaps his other hand on the small of his back, pressing him right back down into position while digging his blunt fingers even tighter into his swollen testicles.
“Down.” The order is not quite barked but it is spoken sharp enough that Farmer feels like he’s being treated like a dog.
“Quite… quite demanding-” he gasps out, slowly blinking the sweat out of his eyes. “Do you… do you treat every new resident like this?”
“Only the ones that have proven to be sluts.” The way the Mayor says it makes it sound like he hasn’t often said the word out loud, if at all. If Farmer were to crane his neck and look, he is almost certain he would see him looking a little sheepish, but he is not looking to break his neck and honestly he doesn’t fucking care.
“You got a nice pair of breeder balls on you… very good.”
Lewis finally relents the tight grip he has on Farmer and instead starts to roll his testicles in his fingers. It’s a much more welcome touch. Farmer can feel his thighs becoming warm, the sensation stretching up into the small of his back and along his spine which both start to relax and arch downward to the floor again.
He inadvertently pushes his junk back toward the old guy. Lewis immediately uses the chance to grab his cock and squeeze it in his fist. His touches are a bit rude and rough but Farmer can tell that this certainly isn’t the first cock he’s handled. So maybe there he did fool around with grandfather after all…?
“I am certain the girls will rather enjoy this.” Lewis’ voice floats down to him.
Farmer groans softly. He blinks a few times, trying to get a clear head, but his hips are moving and fucking his cock into Lewis’ fist – and the Mayor doesn’t do anything to stop him from it. Maybe he feels that Farmer needs a little something to take the edge off again.
Something that will dull his thoughts and make him go dumb and horny once more.
“You… you really mean that, don’t you? You want… you want a guy that just walked into town to… to go around impregnating everyone?”
He barks out a breathless laugh. The Mayor is quiet behind him. He’s letting go of Farmer’s cock to instead once more spread his cheeks wide.
He can tell where this is going, his tongue not quite cooperating as he fumbles to reach back for that packet of lube. “W-Wait-” he somehow stutters out. He’s interrupted by the sound of Mayor Lewis gathering spit in his mouth, then letting it drip down onto Farmer’s flexing hole.
A second later, two blunt fingers press against his entrance, forcing their way inside, aided by nothing but the pitiful slick provided by Lewis’ saliva.
Farmer’s eyes roll into his head, his ears briefly filled with a high-pitched whistling tone. His hands curl into fists which he presses against the dusty floorboards.
“You would be a better candidate than he, at least,” the Mayor says cryptically.
Farmer has no idea what the fuck that is supposed to mean. His thoughts are quickly dissolving in a haze of lust as his hole is spread rudely on the Mayor’s fingers and he feels him rubbing the tips against his spongy walls. It feels less like he’s getting fingered and more like he’s getting some kind of medical exam which… does not really take anything off his horniness.
He likes medical play, though he got to indulge in it way too little.
“I though… I thought you wanted to sh-show me what to look f-for in livestock-”
Farmer is angling his ass back. He can feel his junk gently swinging between his spread thighs with every movement of his hips, which only adds to the overall sensation of being exposed and vulnerable.
Lewis thrusts into him with a viciousness as if he wants to scold him. Farmer grunts like a beast, rocking forward, stars briefly bursting in his vision.
“What do you think I am doing?” Lewis replies, his voice low and ominous sounding. “I’m showing you exactly what to look out for when you’re getting yourself some livestock fit for breeding. And believe me, you want to breed those critters. There’s money to be made in the market, boy! Get your head on straight! Start thinking!”
Farmer might just do that. Just not now. Not when he’s getting finger fucked on the dusty ground of an old, dilapidated tool shed. He can feel droplets of pre-cum being flung from the tip of his bouncing dick.
He rocks back, trying to chase the high of getting his prostate massaged, but Mayor Lewis twists his fingers too much to get any consistent stimulation. He has no idea if the old goat is doing it on accident or not, but it is certainly driving him insane, his toes prickling and the beginnings of a phenomenally unsatisfying orgasm brewing in his gut.
“Nice and virile,” he can hear the Mayor murmuring behind him, his voice somewhat distorted by the blood rushing obnoxiously loud through Farmer’s ears.
“Every community can use studs like you, my son. Big dicked sperm donors that are just waiting to pump some holes full and get the economy rolling again.”
The longer he talks, the harsher he is thrusting his fingers, twisting and scissoring them apart until the burn of Farmer’s rim has him groaning and drooling against the filthy floorboards.
His fist is hitting against the ground as he’s looking for some type of release valve, thrusting his hips back and getting his junk to swinging.
“Here, let me demonstrate you how to extract some seed once you have a quality breeding bull.”
Lewis seems to have snapped out of his own – frankly insane – fantasy and retreads to their earlier topic.
Farmer sobs rough when he gets a hand around his cock. It’s a bit too rough, a bit too ruthless as it starts jerking him off, just like the fingers still rooting around in his ass and warming his belly into a hot frenzy.
“You of course should have a kind of receptacle ready,” Lewis’ voice floats through his head. “But it’s no rocket science, I assure you.”
Farmer’s hips are pumping awkwardly between the harsh hand jerking him off and the harsh fingers digging into his intestines. Heat is crawling through his body and making his balls feel tight and sensitive.
He wonders what the fuck he’s gotten himself into here. Are the other town residents as crazy as this old fuck?
He doesn’t know if to hope for it or if to be worried. It’s impossible to think of anything much when his cum is boiling up to his damn ears, cock feeling swollen like a stuffed sausage and the old man’s earlier words still floating through his head.
It still doesn’t really feel like Lewis is doing it on purpose when he suddenly hard-knuckles into Farmer’s prostate and sets him off like fireworks. Farmer can hear the thick splats of his cum hitting the dusty floorboards.
“Yes… wonderfully fertile, this one.”
.oOo.
Farmer’s first week on the farm is spent almost in isolation as he throws himself with gusto into his farm work, trying to get a running start on his new life as a farmer.
He starts in the wee hours of the morning and falls into bed when the sun has already started to set, feeling absolutely exhausted. During a rainy day in which he can barely do any work as is, he makes the trek to town and starts to get to know the people that are living there.
They are friendly enough – most of them – and seem genuinely pleased with having a farmer back in there community after so long.
He ends that day standing under a tree and staring at a large, horribly dilapidated building behind the local grocery shop. There’s some almost unrecognizable writing above the door identifying it as the ‘Community Center’ of all things.
It must not have been in use for a good twenty years or so from the look of things. There’s a small tree growing out of a burst window.
It’s surprising to Farmer to see it in such a bad condition, though he has trouble really putting a name to the faint ache in his chest as he stares at it. Maybe he had thought a quaint little place such as Pelican Town to be more eager to keep their community up and thriving. To… stick together more.
Those old values that he’s come kind of looking for when he moved out here in the first place.
While Mayor Lewis’ fantasies had been unhinged, Farmer can kind of… see where they are stemming from. Seeing the Community Center so run down must hurt the old man even more than it does a random guy from the city.
Farmer hums softly under his breath and sticks an arm out from beneath the branches of the tree. The rain finally starts to soften again.
He should head back to the farm. Get a good night’s sleep in before starting another day of hard work.
