The Master's Farm — Episode 1: The Recruitment

Well, this story was sent to us by a guy who calls himself Miguel. He's 21 years old, lives alone in a small apartment in Mexico City, and according to himself, he hasn't stopped fucking since he turned 18. Literally. A self-proclaimed nymphomaniac, without filter, without shame. And look, what makes Miguel special - and this is important for what comes next - is his body. The guy is 5'10", skinny, with thin arms, a narrow waist... but from the hips down, it's a different story. Miguel has a butt that has no reasonable genetic explanation. It's enormous. Fat. Two round, firm buttocks with that softness that bounces with every step he takes. The kind of butt that when he walks down the street, it makes taxi drivers distracted. When he climbs stairs, those buttocks bounce as if they have a life of their own. And Miguel knows it. He loves knowing it.

He says that since he was a teenager, he realized his butt was different. In high school, his classmates would say things to him, grab his buttocks in the hallways. At first, it embarrassed him. Then he started to like it. And when he discovered Grindr at 18, he understood that his butt was his ticket to any cock he desired.

Well, it turns out that one Thursday night - it was around 11 pm, Miguel was lying on his stomach in bed, in his underwear, scrolling through Grindr like he was browsing Instagram - he received a message. No face photo. Just a torso. A muscular guy, dark-skinned, with thick arms, a hairy chest. The profile name said only: "I_LOVE_FARM".

The message said:

"I saw your photos. That butt is exactly what I need. I'm looking for a passive guy with enormous buttocks for my farm. Are you interested in knowing more?"

Miguel stared at the message for a while. He had received hundreds of messages from guys on that app. Messages of all kinds. Photos of cocks without context, proposals for threesomes, "hello handsome" repeated a thousand times. But this message had something different. The word "farm" provoked a mix of curiosity and morbidness that made his stomach tingle.

He replied:

"Farm? What's up with that? Haha, tell me."

The response took exactly two minutes.

"I have a ranch on the outskirts, in Puebla. I train passives there. I domesticate them. I turn them into what they really are. I saw your buttocks in your photos and I know that butt isn't being used as it should be. I bet you fuck one or two guys a week and you're still left wanting. Am I wrong?"

Miguel felt his whole body heat up as he read that. Because it was true. He fucked two or three guys a week, and he always ended up wanting more. Always unsatisfied. As if his butt had a hunger that no one could fill.

He wrote back:

"You're not wrong. But what's this 'farm' thing? What would you do with me?"

And then the Master sent him a voice note. Miguel put on his headphones and listened to a deep, raspy, slow voice. The...