Ranch Dressing, Please

by Karens Wife

 

I was born Alex David Scott, to a drunken, mother. She was a prostitute and didn't know who my father was. She kept me til I was 4 years old, then after she was busted by the cops, I was placed in foster care. I admit that I was not well behaved, and acted terrible, or so I was told.. I went from foster home to foster home. The longest stay being 3 months, and that was the last foster home I was placed in. I had a problem with authority and discipline, the foster parents couldn't really do anything to me and I did as I pleased.

My last foster home I was in, I pretended to care about authority, when in reality, I was working on my escape. Every day I would take some money out of my foster mother's purse. I also got $8 a week for an allowance, which was pretty good money for a 14 year old, well, almost 14. I planned on leaving Kansas by bus and head to California to find a job. Hell, I was 14 and could do anything I want, I didn't need school, and it was coming up on the end of May, and school would soon be out. I got a fake ID I bought that showed I was 18, an adult. I called about the bus ticket, and it was only $29. All I had to do was to put my plan in motion, I just needed the perfect timing. I bought a ticket for the bus trip. It was for Thursday, and the bus departed at 10:00 AM, but school started at 7:30 AM. I devised a plan where I told my foster mother that I was sick that morning with a bad headache, but I wanted to go to school to try out for summer football. I even had my gym bag packed for the tryouts. I convinced her to call the school and tell them that I would be late, but she didn't know how late. She said she gave me some exederin to take, and as soon as I was able, I would go and check in at the office. They bought it, everyone bought it. At 9:30 I told my foster mother that I was fine, I grabbed my packed gym bag and started to leave. Then she said, "wait Alex, I'll drive you to school." I quickly talked her out of it. Told her that I needed the exercise and that it was only 1 mile. Again she bought it. Time was running out, and I left in a hurry. I had $118 in cash, bus ticket, my gym bag of clothes, and a new life ahead of me. I got to the store where the bus stopped, and the driver was just about to close the luggage bin. I ran over and showed him my ticket and told him that I was taking my bag as carry on, I got on the bus and found a seat by a window. The windows were tinted almost black, and I felt safe in my plan. No one could see I was taking the bus out of town. Good bye Kansas, hello California.

 

I slept as much as I could on the bus, getting out and stretching my legs at stops, and getting some sodas to drink. We changed buses in Salt Lake City. I had a 2 hour wait before the next bus left, so I had a couple of burgers at a restaurant, got on the next bus and was off again. Before I really new it, I was at the end of my ride, Lodi California. It was night and I didn't have anywhere to go, so I just walked around to see what the town was like. The police stopped me and questioned me, I told them I just arrived and didn't want to get a motel room for the balance of the night. I had to show them that I had money and wasn't a vagrant. They also asked for an ID. I showed them my fake one for Scott Allan Davidson, 18, and said I just graduated. They checked for warrants and I was clean, so they left me. The plan is working. As the sun rose, I realized that I would need a shower and change of clothes before I could look for a job. I got a motel room at 11:00 AM for $49, WOW! I wasn't expecting that. I got cleaned up and started the search. There wasn't really that many jobs in that part of town. There were some waitresses wanted signs, and hostess wanted, but no waiters wanted. I went to a construction company, but they said that all their employees had to be at least 5'8" tall and over 160 lbs., for insurance purposes. I think the gut was just bull shitting me because of my stature. I have not hit my growth spirt yet, so being 5'4" and 125 lbs. Is right for my real age. I hit a dead end every where I went, and I had to pay cash each day for the motel room. After 2 days, I was out of cash, and out of a place to stay. I was out on the street. I managed to spend the first night hiding from the police. The next morning I was dead tired and was walking down the street when I saw a man pull up in a SUV and stop at the corner. There was a sign on the back window that said "Job Search Inc, We match employers with employees". I ran up to his vehicle and yelled just as he was leaving. He stopped across the street and waited for me. He rolled down his window to talk to me. When I told him I needed a job right now, he told me to get in and he would see what if he could find something.

He asked if I had any experience at anything, which of course I didn't. He said it didn't look like he had anything for me, then his face lit up, and he said, "Would you have any problem working on a ranch out of town? I think there's still a job opening for a stable boy to exercise the horses, it doesn't pay that much, but you do get room and board, that will solve your living situation." I couldn't believe my luck, and said that would be great! He said he better check to see if there was still an opening. He called someone on his cell phone, and I heard him talking, "Yeah this is Mark; yeah I know, but I got a question for you about that job opening for a boy, is it still open? Yeah? Well he's jockey size like you want; it says he's from Kansas, 18, but he doesn't really look it; yeah, kind of small for his age; really?; I'll ask. She wants to know how tall you are and how much you weigh." I told Mark and also said that I wouldn't mind being a jockey. He returned to his call. "He's 5'4" and 125 pounds; really, he is; no I'm not busy today; now huh?; well give me a couple of hours, it's over a hundred miles one way; same deal, right?; yeah, good, I'll tell him, see you later." He hung up his phone and turned to me and said,"This must be your lucky day, she almost gave up looking to fill the job. She's going to pay my fee, so it won't cost you anything, but she wants you to start today, and for me to drive you there. What do you say, is it a deal?"I couldn't wait to say yes. I said it three times.This was just what I needed, a job, lodging, and meals. Perfect!

Mark said the ranch was out in the Great Valley and it would be about a 3 hour drive. He told me to climb in the back seat and lay down for a nap. Sleep, I needed that, and I wanted to be awake for my first impression. Mark awoke me when we got to the ranch house. The ranch looked huge and Mark said they had 2.000 and 30 horses, 20 which were boarded. I saw some women riding off down a trail with large back packs on their horses. This looked like it was going to be a great place to work. I grabbed my bag and we went inside the Ranch house, it was huge. A woman came out and Mark quickly introduced us, "Maria, this is Scott, Scott, this is Maria, Your new boss."

Maria smiled, "Oh Mark, you really know how to pick 'em. He's perfect for the job, and I think he'll fit right in after we get him cleaned up and teach him his duties around here and the stable. Angle, Star, come here and meet Scott, the new boy!", she yelled upstairs. Within a minute, 2 beautiful girls about18 came down the staircase. My tongue was hanging out when I thought about working with these 2 lookers. They were dressed alike in white skirt suits. The skirts were very short and tight, and the jackets just covered the top of their skirts. The jackets had a pink thin edging on the seams, and was low cut and tight. These gals had a perfect hourglass figure and the cleavage that was showing was awesome. They wore shiny nylons, and white patent high heel boots that stopped just below their knees. Even at 14 years of age, I wanted to bed them right now. Maria spoke up again, "Scott, this is Angel, and this is Star, girls, this is the new boy Scott. I think Scott needs to be cleaned up, so why don't you take him in the back bathroom and help him get ready for his training. The sooner we start, the better. Thank you Mark, you are always welcome to call, here's your $1,000 finder's fee." What, he got a $1,000 to bring me out here, that's seems to be too much.

Angel and Star stood on each side of me, each taking an arm with kind of a firm grip. Angel said, "Come with us Scott, we'll help you get cleaned up. I'm so interested to see what you're packing in those pants, aren't you Star." Star just giggled. We went back to the rear bathroom and the girls started to undress me, this scared me and I objected.

Star scolded me, "Oh it's not like we haven't seen naked boys before, and besides, Maria doesn't like anybody who works on the ranch to be hairy, so we're here to help get rid of all your unwanted hair." I hadn't planned on this, and I realized that I was stuck here now that Mark had left. The next thing I know, I'm buck naked in front of 2 beauties and I'm so embarrassed that I can't even get a hard on. "Look Angel, he's limp, a real man would want to screw us right now. And look at his pubic hair, he's hardly got any. Raise your arms over your head boy." I did as she said for some reason. "Look, his pits hardly have hair either, the only hair he's even got is the peach fuzz on his arms and legs. He isn't 18, he really is a boy!" With that she grabbed my nuts and squeezed, "The truth now boy, all of it, who you are, your real age, and where you came from." Well I broke and told them the whole story, if I slowed down in telling the story, Star squeezed harder. Star was the meanest of the two girls, and I did not want her to be mad at me.

"Oh stop that Star.", Angel broke in, "he's 14 and hasn't gone into puberty yet. Maria will love this even more, he really is a boy and he'll work out fine. Now let's get him cleaned up." I showered and toweled off, only to be told I wasn't done yet. Star started smearing hair remover on my arms and legs telling me that even fuzz would not be allowed, and that I'd have to do this often. After a 15 minute wait I was told to shower it off again, but not to rub any area. My skin was itchy and on fire when I got in the shower. 3 minutes later I was out patting my skin dry, but it still burned. "Here," Angel said as she tossed me some lotion, "put this on, it will take the sting out." It did , but it had a perfume smell that only a woman would like.

Star handed me some pills and a glass of water, "Take these, they'll calm you down and relax you. You want a drink?" Angel asked as she haned me a long terry robe and terry slippers. We then went out and sat at the bar. "Well, I'm not going to ask again, do you want a drink or not?

I didn't know what to ask for, I only knew of a couple. "Yeah, I'll have a screwdriver"

Keep it simple fool, we don't have orange juice here, now what do you want, Manhattan, Martini, Gin and tonic, whiskey, brandy, what?" Angel was talking almost in a whisper so as not to embarrass me.

"Brandy Manhattan?", I seemed to recall that from somewhere, maybe TV.

" Fine choice, I'll give you a double, but I want you to sip it slow, we don't want you falling off that stool boy. By the way, the bar is off limits to you unless you are invited. You are NOT to help yourself. You may be called on to help serve guests when we're busy, but you will only serve the drinks, not mix them. Understand?" Angel asked.

"Got it, I'll remember." I replied

" While we are at teaching some basics, 'got it' is not an acceptable answer. You will always use yes, and you will use our names in the reply. The correct answer is Yes Angel. GOT IT?" Angels said quite loud.

"Yes Angel" I wouldn't make that mistake again.

I started to get a little wobbly and Angel took my drink from me saying, "Silly boy, you shouldn't mix tranquilizers with alcohol, your all messed up now. Maria! He's ready for his inspection now!" Then Angel and Star each took an arm and led me into a room that had all sorts of strange devices. By the door was one of those medical exam tables like doctors have in their office. The girls helped me to sit on the foot of the table. I was so groggy, it was like watching a movie. They had me put on strange gloves, I had to make a fist inside as there was no finger or thumb areas. I had to make a tight fist. Then they wrapped the attached wide belt around each wrist, and locked the gloves on with little locks. Next, a wide collar was wrapped around my neck and locked on. I didn't know what was happening to me, or why. Star seemed to enjoy placing a harness over my head. The harness went around my nose and over the top of my head. It had straps that went under my chin, and around the sides of my head behind my ears. This also was locked in the back of my head. They continued to place locked cuffs at my ankles. That was it, all my equipment was in place, but I wasn't. Star pushed me backwards onto the exam table. My arms were tied down to the bottom of the exam table. Then Star and Angel each took one of my legs, pushing my knees toward my chest, and spreading them apart. Stirrups were extended, and my feet were placed in them and tied down. The girls then moved the stirrups farther apart. A bar was then strapped to my knees, keeping them far apart.

Star grabbed my balls and gave them a hard squeeze, and I screamed. "No screaming, it's not allowed. And you speak only when spoken to from now on. I have something to help you remember this, now open up that mouth or I'll squeeze even harder." When I opened my mouth, a short fat penis gag was stuck in and attached to my head harness. The gag had a small straw like hole in the middle which allowed me to breath incase my nose plugged up. I was beginning to come out of my stupor when Maria came in to start my exam and training session. What did I get myself into?

 

END part one

Part two deals with the exam, training, and Alex/Scott's actual job.

  

  

  

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