Jeb and Gary were stoked as they made their way to the employment agency. They were best friends who both dropped out of college after Jeb’s dad died suddenly. They were able to make do in the world without a college degree, but finances kept increasing, and they needed a high-paying and stable job. A position for two male ranch hands practically fell on their laps while doing their most recent job search, and the two quickly made their way to the agency.
When they arrived, Jeb and Gary were led into a secluded office, where they were asked to go shirtless. They obliged, and picked up various objects corresponding to the weights of normal farm objects, like a bale of hay. They passed all of those tests with flying colors.
“Jeb, Gary, we are happy to inform you that you both have the job if you so desire. The starting pay is $25 an hour. We just need you to sign these contracts wherever there is a tab, and you can start immediately,” said the employment agency employee.
“Sweet!” Jeb said, and the two men grabbed a pen and got to work signing. There were a shitton of forms to sign, but the two would never pass up an opportunity to make $25 an hour! Once all the paperwork was signed, Jeb and Gary were given instructions on how to get to the farm, and the two made their way to their new place of employment.
“Are all contracts supposed to be that complex?” asked Gary, on the way there.
“The higher the pay, the more complex it gets. It’s just a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo these bigger corporations want you to sign so they’re not culpable.”
“But aren’t we working on a farm?”
“Owned by a corporation, you dipshit! You could have at least glanced at the letterhead!” Jed scoffed. However, looking at the contract a bit more would have been very helpful to those two men. An hour or so later, they arrived at the farm. A fit young adult male greeted them at the fence.
“Howdy! My name’s Buck. You must be Gary and Jeb. Now who’s who?”
“I’m Gary,” said the guy in the blue-checkered shirt, which meant that Jeb was in the grey/green colored shirt.
“Okay! If you two would just follow me to the stables. That’s where you’ll be spending most of your time.”
“I thought we had signed up for generalized labor,” said Jeb. “Not that I don’t mind just working in one place.”
“Oh no, silly! That’s because you two men will be our newest horses!” said Buck, without a hint of irony.
“What the fuck?” asked Gary. “What do you mean, horses? Like workhorses?”
“No, like actual horses. We haven’t had two men as muscular as you in a while.”
“I’m out!” announced Jeb, who turned around and started to walk back to the car.
“I can’t stop you,” explained Buck, “but if you leave, it’s breach of contract. And then we’ll force you to become a horse, amongst other things I legally cannot mention yet.”
“Fucking shit,” replied Jeb, turning around. “Let’s just get this the fuck over with.” The three men made their way to the stables. When Buck opened the big wooden doors, the two men were in for quite a shock. All of the stalls were filled with men just like them, only they looked like horses. All of them had tails going out of their butts, and some even had tattoos or skin colorings that looked like horses. As they made their way to their stalls, they heard the men neigh and whimper. They couldn’t even speak English anymore.
“And here we are. Jeb, and Gary,” he said, as he gesticulated to stalls across from each other. “Brandon will be by in a few minutes to get your saddle and other accoutrements ready and fitted.” Gary had an imagine spot about what life would be like for him and Jeb now.
“Oh, and don’t forget to strip naked before Brandon comes!” added Buck, as he happily walked back through the stables, checking on the other horses. Now, Jeb and Gary had seen each other naked, but only in short glances and when it was unavoidable. Now, the nature of the stalls meant the two would be staring at either an ass or a cock for quite some time.
When Brandon finally arrived, it was worse than what Gary could have ever imagined. The mouth pieces were pretty much the same, but an actual saddle was fitted for their back, and various dildos were shoved into their asshole, trying to figure out what kind of horses these men would be. Thankfully, they didn’t need to be painted or do any shit like that, but their names were written down in a big booklet next to the other men with the type of horse they were.
Gary’s first practice run the next day was uneventful. However, he had no chance of escape due to the intricate way the saddle was set up. While there was a seat for the riders, the tails of the saddle that wrapped around the stomach also extended to the legs and arms. It locked the human into making L-shapes with both their arms and legs. The upper joints, the shoulders and hips, were still movable, but the elbows and knees were stuck. Both Gary and Jeb passed their initial training, and both had actual paying riders the next day.
The initial contract didn’t lie. On paper, they were being paid $25 an hour. However, after taxes and other expenses, like security tapes being destroyed, they were only making about $5 an hour, if that. And there was nothing Jeb and Gary could do about it, as if they did manage to escape, they would be brought back and forcefully indoctrinated, and their pay would become nonexistent.
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