CYOA3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 19: Business Meeting

Previously: Farmer met up with Shane, one of the more elusive people in town, and got to know him a little better.

Content this chapter: D/s; oral inspection; praise kink

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Things are going well.

Farmer has to admit that he is rather pleased with the life he carved out for himself in Pelican Town’s community. Their Community Center is all but done, finished up by those little creatures that have been following his every step since he moved in to this place.

They even repaired the old fuck up of a bus that all but exploded right underneath his ass when he came here in the first place. He has no idea how they did it, but he’s not going to be mad.

Pam has gotten a lot more personable since she got her job back. They wave at each other each time he trudges down the dirt path toward the town to sell some of his stuff at Pierre’s or get new seeds from him.

The farm is going… amazing, really. It’s pretty much running itself at this point, and in no small amount thanks to Sebastian and his ideas. The online business goes well. Enough so that Farmer has offered Sam a place as a farmhand on his property so he can get more cows and have more orders possible, and… well…

Today he’s having a talk with Sebastian.

Originally he’s had planned to get him into the Saloon just to get them some professional air and a neutral negotiation ground, but he figured quite rightly that Sebastian is too skittish and averse of such settings to really go for it.

He’s denied three previous requests until Farmer caved and asked him to just meet him in his kitchen.

Farmer tries not to be horny about it. Of having Sebastian nice and private in his own space where nobody could walk in and disturb them. He really does. But the thing is that the last time he really interacted with the guy had been over a video chat with him fucking his best friend and letting Sebastian – mostly – call the shots.

It’s a memory that Farmer likes to fall back on since it’s been one of the hottest things he’s ever been a part of.

He wonders if Sebastian is thinking about it as often as he is. If he’s jerking off with the memories of it as often as Farmer is.

He’s almost certain that he is. His voice had trembled just the slightest bit on the phone; cracking halfway through his terse little sentences and making him sound so deep in puberty that Farmer almost called the whole thing off regardless.

He hasn’t, though, and Sebastian has agreed to come to him in the evening when all the work on the farm is said and done – so Farmer is waiting in his living room and trying not to pace but pacing anyway.

He’s put in some effort into scrubbing himself meticulously even though he is determined to have this be only a business meeting. And a very professional one at that.

Still, he had argued with himself, he doesn’t like the whole farm smell. It’s only polite to make sure I don’t reek.

So he made sure of that. And if he had to also make sure to take his hand off his dick and not jerk off his load into the shower drain before he could place it somewhere much better, then that’s just with him and his shower.

Sebastian is more than punctual, making Farmer wonder if he’s just as eager for the meeting as he is.

Professional. Professional. This is a BUSINESS MEETING. Nothing more.

Farmer stares down at Sebastian. He’s used to staring down at people; he’s thin and tall and always throning above everybody else. The way Sebastian is looking at him, though, makes him aware of it all over again. Because this close he can see how Sebastian’s pupils have blown wide in the general darkness of his irises, and there’s a splotchy flush starting to spread on his pale cheekbones.

“Hi,” Farmer says for lack of something else. Play it cool. Lord, play it cool.

“Hi,” Sebastian whispers back. It almost sounds simpering. Almost. Just a second after his face gets harder and has that distant expression on it that must mean he’s forcing himself to appear aloof. Cool. Collected. Still, he’s fidgeting with the long sleeves of his black shirt. “You… wanted to talk.”

“I did, yeah. Please – come into the kitchen. Do you want a coffee?”

It becomes easier then as he lets his mouth run on auto pilot, slipping into the roll of a host and guiding Sebastian into the kitchen. It’s still looking a bit old and a bit rustic. He does not think he’ll ever completely get rid of the look and he does not think he wants it, either.

As long as it doesn’t make him seem too old…

“So I’ve offered Sam a position as my farmhand,” he starts once they sit across from each other, a steaming cup of coffee in front of them. Farmer with milk in his, and Sebastian’s, predictably, black.

He can see the twitch of surprise on the young man’s face before he can hide it behind the lank fall of his hair. So Sam hadn’t told him about that yet.

“...Okay,” he mutters. He’s not drinking his coffee; just clutching at the mug with both hands like it is the only thing still keeping him upright.

Farmer starts to slowly realize just how frazzled with nerves Sebastian must be. He gentles his voice down a little and tilts his head as he says: “He hasn’t given me an answer yet but I’m pretty sure he’ll agree. His parents have been pretty excited about him helping me out the past couple times at least.”

Kent’s been excited for sure. Big fat dick and everything.

Farmer’s knee starts bouncing underneath the table, fingers twitching against his coffee mug. He feels entirely too warm underneath his shirt and tries to keep his focus solely on Sebastian.

“...he can do more than just restock shelves and clean the isles.”

Sebastian is still just staring down at the mug he’s clutching, his lips having thinned somewhat as he purses them. He looks mulish and is probably deep in his head about something-or-other.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy. He didn’t want to leave while his dad was out still. Didn’t want to leave his mom and brother behind by themselves.”

Farmer nods slowly, a little surprised by the turn the conversation is taking but not entirely upset over it either.

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“You would’ve left in an instant, I guess. But… didn’t have the opportunity?” he hedges thoughtfully. He leans his cheek on his fist and watches as Sebastian immediately bristles again. So touchy, this one. Always on the defense, always feeling like every word spoken is a personal attack on him.

In a way it is rather sad. Farmer can see Shane in him. What might become of Sebastian if things don’t start turning around – or at least changing.

“It’s not that easy, okay?? I’m not like Sam. I’m not made of muscle and happy just playing in the mud.”

Farmer can feel one of his eyes twitch but he doesn’t say anything, seeing that Sebastian is not finished yet.

Sebastian is leaning forward, curling his spine and hunching his shoulders.

“I’m good but it takes more than that to really get a foot in the business. It takes like years until I’ve saved enough to move out without a concrete job yet and…”

“I’m offering.”

“Huh?”

“A concrete job. I’m offering you one. Like I’ve been offering one to Sam.”

Sebastian blinks slowly. Only one of his dark eyes is visible, the other hidden behind the heavy fall of his hair. Always hiding behind its curtain. He looks so sickly pale underneath the kitchen light and it occurs to Farmer that he’s never actually seen Sebastian out in the light of day.

He barrels on while Sebastian is still taken aback: “You two were integral in getting the farm where it is now. With Sam in the picture I can have more cows to be milked and can fulfill more online orders. More cash. Cash that I can invest in the both of you.”

Sebastian is still not saying anything. He’s just staring, hunched over, holding on to his mug like it is the only thing preventing him from sliding right into the ground. Farmer can see the tension of anxiety locking Sebastian’s muscles and wonders whether he’s been completely honest just moments before.

Whether him not having gone to Zuzu or any other greater city is really the product of him not having enough savings and no foot in the industry. He thinks the truth might be a lot more simple than that.

Pretending like he does not notice Sebastian’s anxiety, he leans forward now and holds his gaze as he says: “I really want to employ you. As a web designer, probably, I don’t even know. You’d be the big mastermind behind the scenes. Keep everything running smoothly, you know?”

The silence stretches just long enough to make Farmer wince internally when Sebastian suddenly says, voice breaking: “You could get someone better.”

Farmer’s brows rise in surprise, his thoughts pouring out without any filter to check whether it would be alright to say or not: “I never thought you’d be modest.”

Sebastian flinches as if he’d been slapped. Farmer frowns. He wants to reach out but doesn’t, remembering some ancient sessions he’s had with a therapist once upon a time. He is still leaning forward, though, still staring at Sebastian whose cheeks are starting to get splotchy red dots.

“I think the past few months have shown that we’re a good triple. Sam is working hard. And so are you. You came up with the whole thing. Don’t put yourself down.”

Sebastian becomes, if possible, a little paler. He has a greenish complexion now and looks like he’s seconds from puking, so Farmer reels himself back in. Literally leans back to give the young man more space.

“It’s a big step. I understand. You can stay in your house, we’re practically neighbors. Nothing has to change other than me paying you for your service.”

Sebastian is still quiet, tension radiating throughout his body and Farmer wishes he knew more of him to combat whatever demons are currently running rampant in his head. To him it looks like a well-trodden coil of anxiety that Sebastian is currently fighting through, so he lowers his voice into more of a rumble as he says: “Do you want to think about it? There’s no rush.”

Sebastian doesn’t react for another long moment before his chin jerks downward in a stiff little nod.

Farmer exhales softly. He extends a hand, palm facing upward. “If you want to… I can be nice to you again? Not to sway you or anything. But you look like you’re going to shatter into a million pieces in a second.”

He honestly doesn’t even expect Sebastian to accept. But suddenly his shoulders relax and he peels one hand off the mug to all but flop it into Farmer’s grasp. His fingers feel clammy with nervous sweat.

“Yes, please,” he says with a small voice that squeezes Farmer’s chest tight and then adds: “...Sir.”

.o.

“Do you… want to kneel for me? … oh! Good pet-”

Farmer barely gets to throw a pillow down before Sebastian’s knees hit the ground. His heart is pitter pattering in his chest, so he’s pretty sure Sebastian is a strong gust of wind away from just toppling over despite how carefully blank his expression currently is.

His dark eyes keep flickering away before he reminds himself to look at Farmer. His hands are on his thighs now, fingers curled into his palms, legs squeezed together to hide his cock between them.

He’s adorably shy about his nakedness still and Farmer doesn’t even know where to begin. He’s only ever dabbled in BDSM and usually he’s on the receiving end of someone wanting to be more dominant and demanding.

It’s a good thing that Sebastian isn’t looking to be punished tonight. Farmer doesn’t think he’d have it in him; especially with those large, dark eyes peering at him from below, half obscured by a curtain of dark hair.

He reaches out, carding his fingers through Sebastian’s long bangs and pushing them back to finally get a good and unhindered view of his face. It immediately flushes pink, his arms lifting but lowering again quickly before he can get anywhere near to grasping Farmer.

“Good pet,” Farmer whispers and Sebastian flushes a darker pink that reaches his ears now.

A little stumped as to where to proceed, Farmer busies himself by gently tucking Sebastian’s bangs behind one of his ears. Some shorter strands keep escaping so he patiently keeps brushing them back. He doesn’t have a hairband or clips, but he finds he might have to invest in some if they’ll keep doing this.

He wonders if he should give Sebastian a safe word or something, but he figures he’s not going to be mean to him, so he doesn’t. Instead, he moves his fingertips to gently slide along the outer shell of Sebastian’s warm ear to then follow the line of his jaw to the tip of his chin, tilting his head back.

Sebastian lets it happen easily, his lips relaxing slightly from their tense line. He looks at Farmer with anticipation and it becomes clear that he’ll have to give… an order or something sooner rather than later.

Farmer presses his thumb against Sebastian’s lower lip.

“Open up,” he murmurs and after a second of hesitation, a faint line appearing between Sebastian’s brows, he does as he’s told. Not much; just a little slip of tongue visible behind his teeth, but that’s alright. His jaw is nice and loose and when Farmer lightly hooks the tip of his thumb in and pulls, he can easily draw it open wider.

Sebastian’s head is still tilted back, letting him stare directly down into his throat. Everything is bright pink and red, glistening with wetness. As he stares, Sebastian awkwardly swallows, his throat briefly constricting as he does so – and Farmer feels a jolt of arousal kicking him right in the goddamn ass.

He swallows as well, thumb sliding up and further in, dragging against the edge of teeth and then nudging against Sebastian’s tongue.

The young man’s right cheek flinches at the touch. His breath is hot and moist as it hits Farmer’s fingers. He’s not quite panting, but he’s getting there as his tongue pulls back at first, then moves forward again, lightly touching his thumb and flinching away again.

A flush is starting to creep up Sebastian’s throat. He keeps staring at the ceiling, probably so he won’t have to look at Farmer, the intimacy of getting stared at and touched this way obviously getting the better of him.

Farmer hadn’t really thought about it when he had given the order. He’s never really inspected someone’s mouth before; has never thought about it, really. He thinks that if he had he would have felt indifferent about the whole thing, but now he is immediately hooked on how vulnerable and pretty Sebastian is on the inside. How his tongue keeps reaching out and touching Farmer’s fingers seemingly despite itself.

Like he has no control over what it does or doesn’t do.

“You’re being so good,” Farmer murmurs when he realizes with a jolt that the silence between them has dragged on for too long. Has it? Has Sebastian grown uncomfortable? Or maybe he’s too preoccupied with what is happening to really realize how they’ve both just been quiet and breathing hard.

“So obedient.”

Sebastian makes a soft little noise. All shapeless since his tongue is suddenly kept immobile by Farmer’s thumb pressing down on it on a whim. Not wanting to let him talk.

He can see Sebastian’s hands twitching in his lap, his fingers woven against each other and gripping more tightly for a second before relaxing again. His shoulders slowly droop from being pulled up almost to his ears.

“There you go,” Farmer murmurs, watching the other willingly relax himself. “There’s a good boy. You don’t need to do anything, right? You can just let me do all the work. You just need to follow orders. No need to work your pretty little brain.”

Sebastian hums. It sounds like a confirmation, his eyes going soft and relaxed as they slowly move to stare at Farmer again. Watch him. There’s something so… reverent about the expression on the young man’s face that Farmer finds his throat feeling weirdly constricted. He shifts a little forward on his seat until he has Sebastian bracketed with his knees, thumb still pressing down against his tongue but now starting a nice, slow back-and-forth motion.

He pulls Sebastian’s jaw open wider.

“There you go… good pet,” he whispers, cradling the side of his face in one palm and then slowly hooking his other thumb into the corner of his mouth. He can feel the velvet soft inside of his cheek as he starts to slowly pull, stretching his lips and letting him get a better look at the inside of his mouth.

It looks so… so vulnerable. Shocks of anticipation prickle along Farmer’s scalp and creep down the back of his neck.

Sebastian is panting softly, his fingers twisted into each other in his lap, but not a muscle tensed against what Farmer is doing. He can see him slipping into an obedient headspace and that is so monumental that it kind of freaks him out a little bit. What if he does something to make Sebastian tilt? What if he breaks him somehow?

You’re not going to hurt him. You’re going to give him what he needs. Praise. Nothing more, nothing less.

He swallows thickly, voice a little rusty when he starts to speak but getting smoother as he finds his bearing.

“You look so pretty inside. So wet and pink. Do you think you’ll look like that everywhere?” His thumb stops petting; just presses against Sebastian’s tongue again when he feels the muscle all but throbbing beneath him. It’s exciting. Sebastian groans and he can see how his throat moves around the sound. “I think you do. I think you’re all soft and pink and wet inside. Not at all like you try to look on the outside.”

Sebastian closes his eyes on a flutter. His hands have stopped grappling onto each other and are now inching to each side; to each of Farmer’s ankles to wrap around them kind of nervously. His palms are sweaty but that’s alright. Everything is perfect in Farmer’s book as long as he stays kneeling for him. As long as he lets himself get inspected like this.

“You’re so pretty, Sebastian,” Farmer breathes. He still has his finger hooked into the side of his mouth and shifts his other hand to slide his pointer and middle fingers along the sharp edge of his teeth. He stops at one of his little pointed canines, just pressing against it. They look weirdly adorable.

“You shouldn’t hide yourself behind your hair so often. I’d love to see more of you. But that’s okay; you can take it at your own pace, alright? I can tell you how pretty you are every day if you want to. If you stay here in the valley and play with Sam and me.” Is it a dirty tactic to mention it now? It kind of is. He doesn’t necessarily care.

Sebastian doesn’t react much. He just squirms on the spot, his breathing coming in soft little pants that Farmer can feel brushing warm against his fingers. He slowly slides his finger along the length of Sebastian’s tongue, his cock feeling warm and swollen against his thigh.

It had been easy to ignore until now but the longer he stares at Sebastian obediently keeping himself available for him, the more desperately does he need to make use of him too.

“You want to be a good pet, don’t you?” He keeps sliding his fingertip along Sebastian’s tongue, watching saliva pool underneath it. Sebastian makes a choked little sound, his fingers twitching and tightening around Farmer’s ankles.

His other thumb is still hooked into the side of Sebastian’s mouth, preventing him from closing it even if he wanted to. “And you are one. I’m very pleased with you. With how obedient you are. So quick to obey.”

Sebastian groans softly. His spine starts to curve as if it was melting at the praise, torso angling forward. Farmer exhales softly. He takes his hand away, stopping to pet Sebastian’s tongue, and fumbles with his pants one handed.

Sebastian does not look like he is registering much at the moment; just hanging on to every word of affirmation that is all but spoon fed to him.

“You don’t need to suck me off to be a good pet… but I can’t deny that I would enjoy that very much.” He exhales with relieve once he finally manages to slip his cock out of the painful restriction of his pants. He circles the base with his fingers, watching as Sebastian doesn’t even try to look at it. Just keeps staring blankly at the middle distance. Is he looking him in the eyes or staring just past him? He seems to be so deep in his own head; the only thing really moving are his thumbs, rubbing self-soothing little circles into Farmer’s ankles.

“We have a couple options now,” Farmer says softly, dipping his voice lower. He angles his cock toward Sebastian’s mouth, dragging the tip softly along his bottom lip. He is excited to see how the younger man’s tongue flutters, slowly inching toward his teeth and the thick cock beyond them.

“I can bundle you up nice and warm and carry you up to my bedroom where we can cuddle up in bed and you can be my little hot-water bottle.” His lips twitch into half a smirk at the thought. He can’t deny that he likes that thought very much as well. He hasn’t had much time to cuddle since he’s come to the Valley and he finds himself kind of yearning for the simple comfort of a warm body pressed up to his.

“Or we can stay here for a bit longer and I feed you my cock until I can warm your belly from the inside out.”

Slowly he keeps moving his cock; dragging it along Sebastian’s lips and down, wiping it against his chin. Leaving behind a tacky little line of pre-cum that is slowly drying on his skin.

“Your choice.”

Sebastian exhales softly. His face is so unguarded. Calm and soft and just staring into the middle distance as he kneels for Farmer. For a moment Farmer is actually unsure whether Sebastian has even heard or understood him, but then his tongue starts inching even further, slipping out of his mouth and lapping against Farmer’s piss slit.

Farmer exhales, the feeling of Sebastian’s warm, slippery tongue against his crown sending little ripples of sensation up and down his spine.

“There you go… fuck… alright…”

It’s so easy to pull Sebastian even closer and dip into the warm, open cavern of his mouth. He can slide his dick against that slippery tongue he’s been fondling earlier and all Sebastian does is flutter his eyes closed and tilt his head back yet a little more.

There’s the softest of sounds gurgling out of his throat and it goes right to Farmer’s ballsac. He can feel them draw up as if in sympathy with the young man, tight and vaguely aching; eager to pump out a load within seconds.

Farmer tightens the circle of his fingers around the base until he feels the discomfort of it all make him calm down from the excitement.

“Good pet,” he whispers. “Brilliant. You are doing so well. Taking me just like that… aren’t you perfect?”

He’s already perched on the very edge of the seat so he slowly lets go of his cock and curls his hand instead around the back of Sebastian’s head, urging him to lean forward some more. Take more of Farmer’s cock into the unresisting, hot space of his mouth.

His thumb is still hooked into the corner of his mouth and for some reason that makes it feel even better. He can see a faint bit of recognition returning to Sebastian’s face when the discomfort of the stretch of cock and thumb becomes known.

“Easy now. Breathe. Nice and slow. Mmhhh do you think Sam could be as good as you? I’d love having two little pets at my disposal. Four sweet holes for me to pump full of cream. Keep you mewling and needy. That’s the dream, don’t you think?”

He’s slipping deeper into him; nice and slow and soft, rocking back against his tongue a few times before sliding in some more.

Sebastian is blinking his eyes, that spark of awareness from the uncomfortable stretch growing just a little bit as he stares up at Farmer. The corners of his eyes are getting wet – and so are the corners of his wide open mouth as saliva pools more and more and begins to drip down his chin in a filthy little display.

“Yeah… I could train the both of you so nicely. Only ever played with each other, right? Sweet pets.” He finally slides his thumb out of the corner of Sebastian’s mouth to instead drag it against his lips over and over again, smearing the saliva clinging to it until he looks like he’s used a lipgloss.

Sebastian makes a sound. It might be a whimper, it might be a groan – all Farmer can feel is how deliciously it vibrates around his cock seconds before he slips forward just a little more to plug up his throat.

There’s a moment of tension, Sebastian jerking with instinctual fear at effectively getting choked, but Farmer is already framing his face and holding it in big, warm hands.

“Ssshhh,” he whispers, thumbs swiping against Sebastian’s cheekbones. They feel so deliciously hot to the touch, his blood pumping right underneath the thin membrane of his skin. “Easy. Easy. Calm down. Good pet. God, you’re so gorgeous. Letting me do all this to you. Eeeeasy. Just like my cows, right?”

The corner of Farmer’s mouth tips up in amusement, but Sebastian doesn’t much react to the comparison. Only stops his struggling and flares his nostrils as he very carefully starts to breathe through his nose.

His throat is an impossibly tight vice around his cock, trembling intermittently as he struggles to keep down his instincts to push Farmer away and keep breathing once more.

Farmer stays right where he is for a few seconds longer. Nothing wild. Nothing mean. But still, to Sebastian it must feel like hours before the fat crown finally pops back out from the clench of his throat and he is allowed to pull back, heaving in breath and coughing profusely.

There’s strings of thick saliva still connected to Farmer’s brick red dick, dripping down to the ground in languid lines as he shushes Sebastian and wipes at the involuntary tears that have been rolling down his cheeks.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “Easy. Easy. Everything is fine, right? Yeah. C’mere. You can go again, can’t you? Sweet pet.”

Sebastian looks nervous glancing at the wet cock. It must look impossibly massive to his oxygen deprived brain in that moment.

Farmer waits, slowly brushing his thumbs back and forth against Sebastian’s cheeks. He’s not pulling him closer and not pushing him farther away. He is just waiting for what the young man will decide – and breathes out an indulgent little laugh when Sebastian slowly starts leaning forward once more, mouth falling open nice and lax.

After all the abuse, his lips look red and swollen but they have nothing against the dark pink of the insides of his mouth. Dark pink and wet and velvety soft.

“That’s it,” Farmer whispers as he carefully feeds his erection back between Sebastian’s lips. “There you go. Holy fuck. Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing tonight?”

Sebastian is like putty in his hands. Farmer has brushed his long fringe away from his face and is just holding his head, keeping him nice and still and obedient as he nudges against his tongue and the inside of his cheek and then slowly, slowly, sweetly once again down the clench of his throat.

Sebastian’s eyes are barely open. His shoulders have slumped and the way he’s hanging in Farmer’s hands it feels like those are the only thing even keeping him upright anymore. Those and the warm cock slowly, patiently fucking his throat open and forming it in the shape of his dick.

He’ll pull out after a bit, letting Sebastian breathe, and coos at him when he does so. No longer with big dramatic gulps of air but just soft, deep breaths, his whole demeanor kitten soft and sleepy.

Farmer can feel himself matching that mentality. He can feel his heartbeat slowing down to a throb in his chest, his blood gliding like molasses through his body. He feels like he’s on a different plane of existence simply because he’s got Sebastian at his beck and call. He’s acutely aware of how much trust the other is putting into him – and maybe he should really re-think his stance on Dom/sub and how much he is or isn’t into it.

It feels like a religious experience in that moment, fucking nice and soft and listening to the wet squelches his cock produces whenever he moves inside that warm, welcoming mouth.

His orgasm comes just as slow and comfortable as everything else. It creeps up on him – and then out of him. It occurs to him way too late that he should warn Sebastian. Only when he already feels his throat working, swallowing softly without a hitch, his eyes slowly opening and looking up at Farmer like he hung the moon and the stars.

A religious experience. Yeah.

Fuck.

Farmer gathers Sebastian up in his arms. He’s sitting him on his hip like he’s much smaller than he actually is, carrying him through his house and toward the bedroom with Sebastian completely silent.

Sebastian doesn’t ask for an orgasm of his own and Farmer doesn’t really think to offer. The young man is just heavy and limp and completely sated in his arms. It does not feel like he wants or needs an orgasm in that moment.

He’s clearly far away from anything resembling a thought, so Farmer just quietly cleans them up and watches him drink some water before snuggling up beneath the covers.

Fuck he just hopes that Sebastian will stay too. He’s grown fond of these two.