All characters in this fictional story are 18+
The Gypsy's Spell
"Was I right?" she asked, sliding past him and the gentleman at the register waiting to pay.
He scooped the last bit of cobbler up with what remained of the melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl, set his spoon down and pushed it away with a satisfied breath. "Yes ma'am, I believe you were. Best peach cobbler I think I've ever had."
"I'd never steer you wrong, sweetie." She grinned, then turned to the older gentleman at the register. "That'll be $25.78, handsome." He handed her two twenties and she worked the register. "And $14.22 is your change."
He raised a hand. "Keep it."
Her whole face opened up. "Well isn't that nice. Thank you sweetheart — I'll say a little prayer for you later today." He nodded and left.
She turned back to the young man at the counter. "Now sugar, can I get you anything else?"
He was stuffed. "No ma'am, thank you. I'm just passing through — you wouldn't happen to know of any ranch hand work nearby, would you? Trying to get back to Nashville, but I could use a paycheck to help get me there."
She crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling. "Now let me think. The Donahue’s up the road needed someone about — oh wait, no, they found that sweet boy Timothy." She turned for the coffee pot and swung back to top off his cup. "There's a ranch just outside of town, past Beaver Creek. The Olson boy owns it now, and he usually keeps several strong young men like yourself around to help. You could always drop in and ask?"` `
He nodded and reached for his wallet. "Thank you kindly. What do I owe you?"
She leaned her elbows onto the counter in front of him, her pink top dipping open. Whether she meant it or hadn't noticed, he couldn't say. "Let's just call this a welcome-to-Bransford cobbler and be done with it."
He smiled. "That's very kind of you, ma'am." He wiped his mouth and rose from the stool, leaving a five on the counter. And grabbing his duffel bag from under the counter.
She cocked her head at it. "Thank you sweetheart. I'll say a little prayer for you later today."
He stepped out into the heat and the dry gravel lot, then back onto the main road.
Past Beaver Creek, just as the waitress had said, a sign read Olson Rd. He took the right fork and followed it until the farm came into view, then up the long drive toward the barn.
"Hey." He followed the voice to the barn's entrance. A young man stood shirtless in the doorway, work gloves tucked under his arm, jeans and brown boots dusty from the morning. He smiled and walked over.
"Hey, I'm Hoyt." He extended his hand.
The other man shook it. "Hi, Jeremy. What's up?"
"Any chance you're looking for a ranch hand?"
"Always." He nodded toward the house. "Let me tell Sarge you're here. He's up at the house." He stepped back into the barn, pulled a bottled water from a small refrigerator just inside the entrance, and handed it across. "It's a hot one today."
"Thanks, man."
While he waited, Hoyt counted four other men working the yard — all shirtless, all somewhere around his age, all as fit as he was or more so, laughing together as they worked. One was pitching hay bales off the back of a flatbed while the other three ferried them into the barn.
The place was well kept. Nothing showy, but tidy and thought-out. The kind of farm someone actually cared about.
He saw Jeremy coming back down from the house with an older man — sixty or so, white t-shirt under denim overalls, thick through the middle in the way of a man who spent his life working and eating well. He was already smiling by the time he reached Hoyt, and he shook his hand like he meant it.
"Jeremy says you might be looking for some work."
"Yes Sarge. I've worked farms most of my life, so I can get a routine down quick. I'm a hard worker — I can give you contacts if you'd like."
"Nonsense." The man waved it off. "You look honest. I'm Buck Olson. The boys here just call me Sarge."
Hoyt smiled. "That sounds fine, Mr. Olson."
"Sarge." He said it like a correction, but not an unkind one. "Ten an hour ain't much, but it's cash and it comes with a bed and food, if that suits you."
"That suits me fine, sir. Thank you."
"Sarge," he said again, and clapped him once on the shoulder. "Jeremy'll get you set up. I'll see you at supper — six o'clock sharp."
Hoyt nodded as Buck turned back toward the house.
Jeremy smiled, “I’ll show you where to put your bag and then you can help us with the hay bales.”
They walked to a smaller building behind the barn and the two men walked through the door.
The room was large and adequate. Nothing fancy. Old pine floors worn dark over the ages, with 6 full-sized mattresses, three on each side, all on matching black wrought Iron frames and wooden trunks at the foot, and nightstands between each.
Jeremy pointed to the bed closest to the entrance “This one’s yours.”
Hoyt tossed his bag onto it as Jeremy continued to walked to the showers and bathroom. It was a communal shower with white subway tile up the walls and across the ceiling and larger hexagonal tiles across the floor. There were two stalls with toilets and two urinals, and a row of six sinks along the opposite wall, with cabinets underneath and a full mirror spanning the wall above them.
“We’re up at 5:30 for chores,” Jeremy said “Then Sarge brings breakfast down around 8:30.”
Hoyt nodded “This’ll be fine, thanks.”
“Take your shirt off, and come help us with the hay.” Jeremy said and disappeared out the door.
They spent the day moving the hay, feeding and watering the animals, repairing a fenceline, and taking down part of the brush near the road. By 5:30 they had finished.
“Damn,” Hoyt said, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, “You guys can work. I’m actually impressed with all of you.”
Everyone smiled, nodded, said thanks. They were used to a good day’s work.
“I’m gonna grab a shower before dinner,” Hoyt said, breaking from the group and turning toward the barracks.
They began to laugh, and Jeremy said “We shower after dinner here, not before.”
Hoyt looked confused and raised his arm, smelling himself “But we stink.”
Caleb spoke “Sarge says that’s something to be proud of.”
“Yeah, it’s from a hard day’s work so it’s a good thing.” Christian added.
Jeremy put his arm around Hoyt’s shoulder “It’ll all make sense when Sarge explains it at dinner.”
They finished cleaning up the area, then headed up the path for supper.
As Hoyt rounded the path he saw a simple two-story farmhouse, painted white with grey shudders and a big front porch painted to match. In front of it was a large Willow tree lit with white Christmas lights and below them, a large farm table.
Buck was already seated at the head, and the table was set with 7 blue and white patterned dinnerplates, silverware and red checkered napkins. A Mason jar of ice water in front of each setting. And in the center of the table was a black pillar candle approximately 1 foot tall. With “Hoyt Ackenbury” Inscribed into the side from the base to the wick. A small piece of string threaded around the candle with a piece of paper tied to it reading “Hoyt Ackenbury.”
Hoyt saw it and looked at Jason, “It’s your welcome dinner, Hoyt.”
Everyone sat, Jeremy and Brandon on either side of Buck, then Lucas and Christian, and finally Caleb and Hoyt at the end.
Everyone was making conversation until he stood. And then as the he spoke in Romani, he lit the candle and began the old Gypsy spell.
“bahtale ki farma thaj bahtale ki amari familija”
“Hoyt Ackenbury, welcome to the farm and welcome to our family.”
The words began to wobble. Hoyt heard it. Or did he feel it? What was that?
“My appearance, my scent, my voice, my breath all remind you of how badly you wish to please me.”
The words were somehow flowing out of Buck and into Hoyt, and Hoyt was watching it happen. They shimmered across the table as they left Buck’s mouth and traveled right into the center of Hoyt’s chest.
They made him feel loved and cared for. Warm. Nurtured. Buck. It was all about Buck, and he’d do anything for him.
“You will never deny me anything while you’re with us, and you will never disobey me. Do you understand?”
Hoyt turned and looked at Buck, then grinned wide, eyes sparkling, “Of course, Sarge.”
Buck nodded once, then stood and blew the candle out, sealing the spell.
Jeremy and Brandon appeared with platters of pulled pork, buns, sauce, coleslaw and pickles. Everyone ate carrying on and enjoying themselves.
“Hoyt,” Buck said, “Tell us why you’re here with us.”
He put his sandwich back down onto the plate and cleared his throat.
“My family lives in Nashville, and I ran out of money between Dallas and here, so I asked at the diner if anyone needed ranch hands and here I am.” He stopped and smiled.
“So your momma and your dad?” Buck asked.
“Yes Sarge, and my little sister and my two older brothers.” He answered then smiled again
“Family’s a powerful thing, Hoyt.” He said, “Sounds to me like you know that already, though.”
Hoyt nodded, “yes Sarge.”
Bucks words were all he could hear. Buck was all he could see. All that he wanted to experience right there in that moment. When he spoke, Hoyt strained to get closer to the sound, he wanted to join him at the head of the table. But not next to him, on him.
“Looks like you made everyone proud of you today,” he said looking at Hoyt bare-chested, dirty from a day in the fields, “You should smell proud of yourself. Do you smell proud of yourself, Hoyt?”
Hoyt raised his arms, pressing his nose close and smelling each, then nodded, “Yes Sarge, I think so.”
Buck slid his chair back from the table and slapped his lap. “Alright then, you can join Sarge.”
Hoyt smiled and stood, then walked over like he wanted to so badly, and stood at Buck’s chair. “Not in those dirty jeans and underwear, son. You’ll get me all dirty. He almost instinctively stepped out of them and stood there at the head of the table as the other boys continued eating.
Buck stared at Hoyt, his eyes already causing Hoyt’s cock to rise. The Buck took a calloused hand and cupped Hoyt’s balls and cock in it, as the first bead of precum slid from his head. “That’s a beautiful cock, Hoyt, and those full low balls look like they need a proper milking.” He patted his lap again, “Sit down on my lap facing me.”
Hoyt did as he was told, willingly excitedly anything to get closer to him. His words, his scent, his body. His cock now aching and pressed into the denim of Buck’s overalls. Bucks hands reached around to Hoyt’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart, as his middle finger dragged over his hole. It felt electric. No one had ever done that to him before, his head leaned forward onto Buck’s shoulder as his breath hitched.
Buck brought his hand to his mouth, and licked his fingers before bringing them back to Hoyt’s hole, then circling his ring for a few seconds of the most exhilarating pressure. He slipped in as Hoyt’s hole clenched around him, “Just breathe, son.” Buck whispered. The sensation combined with Buck’s words, his breath was overpowering and Hoyt eagerly backed into his finger taking it further inside him. “That’s a good boy.” Buck said.
Hoyt’s cock was throbbing and leaking precum steadily, dripping onto Buck’s overalls. Buck looked down and drew a finger under his frenulum, drawing it up to catch the next drip then brought it to his mouth and tasted it. “This is how you thank me. With your desire and your eagerness to please me,” he said, “and by working and by that beautiful smell that work gifts you.”
Hoyt raised his arms as Buck pulled him close in, then he nestled his nose and mouth into Hoyt’s left armpit and licked. More electricity coursed through Hoyt, the new sensation, combined with Buck’s finger still moving back and forth in his asshole and his cock leaking against Buck’s overalls. It was more than he had ever hoped to feel. He was lost in all of it.
Buck continued licking his left pit, then moved to his right beginning again, beginning in the hollow with his nose, inhaling then his tongue going flat up until the hair faded to bare skin. He was primal with it. The scent filling Buck’s sinuses and throat with Hoyt’s heady man musk, pressing him closer with every thrust of his finger against Hoyt’s prostate.
Hoyt’s arms locked around Buck’s neck as he moaned and road Buck’s finger over and over again. The chair creaked desperate against the weight and movement as Buck opened his mouth to Hoyt’s and his tongue moved inside Hoyt’s mouth.
Buck’s mouth tasted like desire and promises and Hoyt wanted to fill himself with him. He could feel himself getting closer as the constant thrusts or Bucks finger in his ass drove his cock against the denim over and over again. Buck slid his hand down to wrap around it and Hoyt’s breath hitched again. “Sarge, I’m getting close,” Hoyt whispered.
“Good boy,” Buck said. “You’ll feed me your cum when you’re ready, understand?”
Hoyt smiled into his face and nodded, “I’ll feed you my cum, Sarge.”
Buck smiled and drove his finger deeper, his cock dragged along the denim, over and over again while Sarge continued licking his neck, his chest, his pits, it was more than he could bare.
He stood as Buck took his trembling cock into his mouth and Hoyt let go, head back, holding Buck’s head in his hand’s as he filled his mouth with his seed. His finger thrusting further and further into him as he continued flooding Buck’s mouth.
Buck swallowed all of him, not wasting a single drop of Hoyt’s seed. Then he slowly slid his finger from Hoyt’s ass and released his cock as Hoyt straightened himself again. He threaded his fingers through Buck’s hair, tenderly adoringly like he was the most precious thing he had ever seen.
“I can go again in a few minutes,” Hoyt announced, “Please Sarge. Please let me cum again for you.”
Buck smiled, and looked at the table of boys eagerly waiting for their turn. “All in good time, Hoyt.”
As Hoyt moved off of Buck, the rest of the table stood. Then Buck joined them and they headed down the hill to the barracks.
When they entered the room, Buck crossed it to a set of locked double doors. He took a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors, swinging them open to reveal an enormous bed, easily four king-sized mattresses pushed together in the center of the room. He flicked a switch and the ceiling glowed with string after string of white holiday lights, fastened haphazardly across the ceiling. There were no windows in the room, no adornments, just the mattresses, sheets, pillows, and then nothing.
Buck turned around, and began undoing the buttons on his overalls, “Alright boys, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said and moved to the bathroom as the other boys stood in front of their beds, sliding their shoes, jeans and underwear off, then following Buck.
The showers pulsed and steam filled the room, as Buck stepped out of his clothes and the boys rushed to retrieve them carefully folding them and placing them on the counter. Then they followed him into the shower, each straining to soap his body as he stood there in the water. Buck spread his arms, as three of the boys began soaping his torso, working the lather into Buck’s skin. The other three knelt and did the same to his cock and balls, his ass, legs and feet.
When Buck was clean and rinsed, one of the boys brought his stool into the shower and sat it to the side of the sprays. Buck sat and beckoned Jeremy first, who smiled and stood in front of him. Buck lathered soap in his hands and began washing him, first his chest, then his armpits, which made Jeremy’s breathing increase, then his torso, cock and balls. He was tender, thorough and never missed a single inch of their bodies. Then he nodded and Jeremy lay across his lap face down.
Buck lathered his hands again and soaped Jeremy’s crack, drawing his fingers back and forth over his eager hole. This was Jeremy’s favorite part. It was all the boy’s favorite part. Jeremy felt himself pucker delirious and eager for Buck’s fingers to return again and each time his rough digit would linger a bit, tracing the ring before moving again. Jeremy slid back and forth across Buck’s lap, chasing his finger, his cock trapped between buck’s legs. He let out moan after appreciative moan as Buck made sure he was perfectly clean. When he finished, Jeremy handed him the enema hose on the wall, then grabbed each of his cheeks and spreading himself open as Buck licked his finger and entered him, then sliding the rubber attachment in, filling him with warm water.
“There you go, son.” He said as Jeremey stood and thanked him. He walked to one of the toilets and shut the door as Buck called the next boy. This repeated as each boy waited eagerly for their turn, and when they were finished, they dried each other and moved into the big room with the glowing lights and the enormous bed.
Buck crawled into the center, and lay face up with pillows propped behind him as he welcomed each boy to begin pleasuring him, and they each waited eagerly for their names to be called.
“Caleb, come.” He said, and the blonde boy climbed toward him, instantly burying his face between Buck’s legs, then sucking his cock like he was starved for it.
“Christian, your turn.” The dark-haired boy slid his hairy body across the sheets, moving Buck’s legs apart to lick his hole and crack.
“Lucas, c’mon..” The young bearded man began licking Buck’s left nipple as Buck locked his arms behind him smiling in approval.
“Brandon, come to me.” Another light-haired rugged worker arms tattooed, crawled to him, burying his mouth in Buck’s right pit, licking him passionately.
“Jeremy, your turn,” as the strapping redhead swung his pale white, but strongly built frame over Buck’s torso facing him. Waiting.
And finally “Hoyt, right here.” As he clapped his upper chest, and Hoyt faced Jeremy across Buck’s frame.
Hoyt felt Buck spread his cheeks again and pull him backward. Then he felt Buck’s tongue and beard begin to lick his hole. His eyes rolled back. He had never experienced this before. The pleasure was all-consuming. He wanted for nothing other than Buck’s tongue to continue whatever it was doing to his hole. He reached forward to brace himself against Jeremy, then backed into Buck’s face in a desperate attempt to get even closer.
Buck pulled back just enough to say “Jeremy, welcome Hoyt to our family.” Jeremy looked at Hoyt, then hooked his hand behind Hoyt’s head, and down to Jeremy’s hard cock. Hoyt took him in without preamble, anything that Sarge wanted, and he knew he wanted this. Jeremy’s cock tasted of soap and salt, and as he took him further, he smelled what remained from the day they spent in the field. His head filled with the pheromones that hung heavy in the room as Jeremy’s shaft moved in and out of Hoyt’s throat.
He was splayed fully open now, bent over completely in front of Buck, as he sucked Jeremy’s cock. Buck’s tongue pressed deeper, wet and insistent, circling Hoyt’s hole before pushing inside. Hoyt gasped, his whole body shuddering. The thick beard scraped against his sensitive skin while the warm, strong tongue fucked into him in slow, deliberate strokes. Every lick sent sparks up his spine. He had never felt anything like it. He pushed back harder, desperate, grinding against Buck’s face while he continued sucking Jeremy’s cock.
“That’s it, Hoyt,” Buck growled between long licks, his voice muffled against Hoyt’s ass. “Give it to me. Let Sarge taste how bad you want this.”
Hoyt moaned loudly, lost in the sensation. His cock was rock-hard again, leaking steadily onto Buck’s chest. Jeremy fucking Hoyt’s throat as his hands held Hoyt’s head in front of him while Buck kept going, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking him until Hoyt’s legs were shaking.
Jeremy cried out, “Sarge, he’s got me close.” And Buck answered, “Alright boy, come on then.” Jeremy pulled Hoyt’s mouth off of him, moving quickly to the side of Buck’s head, stroking himself. Buck turned from Hoyt’s hole and held Jeremy’s balls, caressing as Jeremy got closer. “Ready Sarge,” he bellowed, then Buck took him in as Jeremy exploded, bracing himself against Hoyt as rope after rope left his pulsing cock and slid down Buck’s waiting tongue. Buck drank him long and slow as Jeremy moaned.
“Good job,” Buck whispered as he squeezed his cock, licking the last few drops of cum from it. “Now, be a good boy and sit that pretty ass down on my cock.” Jeremy smiled and moved Caleb aside, then straddled Buck and spit into his hand, lowering himself onto Buck’s thick cock with a deep groan.
“Caleb,” Buck ordered, “I bet you’d love to fuck this beautiful new hole, wouldn’t you?”
He smiled enthusiastically, “Yes Sarge, of course.”
Hoyt smiled and turned to face Buck now, his cock throbbing as it lay across Buck’s chin. Then Caleb straddled himself over Buck and spit on his cock, pushing against Hoyt’s hole. Buck looked up at him, their eyes locked. “It’ll please me, Hoyt.”
And Hoyt felt the burning sensation as Caleb entered him.
Buck gripped Hoyt’s cock and held it firmly, feeling the heat pouring off of it. “Just breathe son,” he whispered, and Hoyt moved back taking more until he felt Caleb’s balls against him. Buck smiled. “There you go.”
Hoyt looked down and grinned, “Happy Sarge?” he asked. Buck nodded and pressed his face into Hoyt’s crotch, and Hoyt felt his tongue move across his inner thighs like he was chasing every lingering scent he could find. The sensation was incredible, and he never wanted it to end. Caleb’s cock thrusting in and out of his ass, Buck’s mouth and tongue consuming his balls and taint, and then finally, as if he had been waiting for the moment longer than he had, Buck took Hoyt’s cock into his mouth.
He took him eagerly, sucking him down while his hips rolled up into Jeremy in steady, powerful thrusts. The wet sounds of Jeremy riding him filled the room, skin slapping against skin. Hoyt braced his hands on the mattress and fucked Buck’s mouth, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
The other boys didn’t stay idle. Christian licked and sucked at Buck’s toes. Lucas and Brandon stroked themselves while they kissed Buck’s neck and pits, and Jeremy continued riding Buck’s huge cock.
Buck took it all — sucking Hoyt, fucking Jeremy, being worshipped by the rest — groaning around Hoyt’s cock with deep satisfaction. Every few minutes he would switch them, calling names in that low, commanding voice.
“Christian, your turn on my cock. Caleb, come and feed me.”
And they obeyed instantly, rotating around him, mouths and hands and asses constantly pleasing him. Buck rarely moved from his position in the center. He simply lay back like a king and took what he wanted, directing them with a word or a gesture.
Hours passed in a haze of sweat, moans, and slick sounds. Buck came twice — once deep inside Jeremy, once down Christian’s throat — but he never let them stop. He kept them going until every boy had been fucked or sucked or used in some way, until the air in the big room was thick with the smell of sex and hard-work musk.
Finally, when the string lights above them began to blur in Hoyt’s vision, Buck pulled Hoyt further down his throat one last time, while Hoyt came in the most intense full-body orgasm he had ever experienced. The sounds from him sending his cock and his seed deeper down Buck’s eager throat.
One by one, the rest of the boys warned Buck that they were close, as they moved to his mouth, feeding him one hot load after another. ...Buck drank and drank until each boy was bone dry, then he stood.
“Five thirty comes early boys. We better get you off to bed now.”
Each boy stood and walked to their beds. Buck kissed each one goodnight as they waited, then climbed into their beds as he stood in the doorway. “Good night, boys. And thank you for a wonderful supper.”
He turned out the light and shut the door.
The light was just appearing beyond the field when their alarms went off. Each woke, opening their eyes and lying there a second before sitting up and saying good morning to each other.
Christian smiled. “How’d you sleep, Hoyt?”
Hoyt had his head in his hands, still trying to wake up. “I’m not sure. What did we do last night?”
Caleb walked past the other beds naked, towel over his shoulder, heading to the showers. As he passed Hoyt he said, “We played cards, like we do every night.”
Lucas and Jeremy nodded.
“Somethin’ wrong, Hoyt?” Jeremy asked.
Hoyt looked at him. “Dude… I don’t remember anything.”
Jeremy cupped his shoulder, warm and reassuring. “You were probably just exhausted, man. Come on. Get a shower and some breakfast and you’ll feel better.”
Later that day, as Jeremy and Hoyt swung their scythes through the tall grass near the fenceline, Jeremy asked, “Feeling better, Hoyt?”
Hoyt looked over and smiled, sweat already beading on his bare chest. “Yeah, thanks man. I guess I slept too hard.” He wiped his brow with the back of his arm and grinned. “Hey… rematch on the poker game later?”
Jeremy laughed. “I’ll just kick your ass again.”
Hoyt laughed with him, the sound carrying across the field. He inhaled deeply, proud of the sharp, masculine scent rising off his own skin after a hard morning’s work. It felt right. Everything here felt right.
Six weeks later, Hoyt packed his duffel bag at the end of the long drive. The other boys hugged him hard. Buck stood on the porch, hands in the pockets of his overalls, and raised one hand in farewell.
Without seeing him or catching his scent, the spell slept quietly inside Hoyt.
He drove west with the windows down, radio loud, a strange warm satisfaction sitting low in his gut that he couldn’t quite name. Two months later, a tall, broke kid with a guitar case walked into the diner outside Bransford.
The waitress in the pink top grinned.
“Sweetie, you look like you could use a hot meal and a job. I know just the place.”
She slid a slice of peach cobbler in front of him.
“On the house.”