Low Lane Farm Chapter 11.

Chapter 11.

Across the area that evening, three very different conversations occurred simultaneously. One incredulous, one horrified, one involving diplomatic skill.

Sitting with a pint in his local, Dermot was explaining in amused terms what had happened when his unnamed employer attacked his new lad. His mates found it funny and shocking. A discussion followed about assault, theft and abusing trust. To say nothing about somebody being a bit cocky !

Four miles away, Lee's mother refused to let him over the threshold !
“You needn't think you're coming into this house sludged up to the eyebrows !! Get all that mucky gear off right now. I don't know whether to put in the washer or the bin ! Why the only thing clean is them new boots I got you !! What the hell have you been doing ??” She paused for breath.
“But Ma...”
“Don't you “But Ma” me !! You look as if you've been fighting or something. There's even mud in your hair !!”
“ I am not stripping off out here on the street !” Lee insisted. “Everyone'll see.”
“Well let me go and get some newspaper and a bin liner. Oh my God. The shepherds pie will be cremated at this rate !” She disappeared into the house slamming the door.

Fifteen miles away, Ben entered the spacious bathroom.
Jonny had his back to him in a steaming shower. Pleasant herbal aromas filled his nostrils as he took his shirt off. Once the guys had driven off, Ben doubled back up the lane to inspect the project's progression. He was extremely impressed, the amount of work that had gone on, the tidiness of the area behind the barn and the amount of muddy slop there was at the front to enjoy ! His enormous Armasols were splattered right up, just with innocent walking. He couldn't wait to REALLY get stuck in ! He looked in amazement again at the mud pile Jonny had dumped Lee in. He might ask him to re-enact that manouevre on video.
Or maybe not. Jonny was clearly irate.
Ben found the chest waders carefully placed at the back of the barn. They made his cock swell just looking at them. He knew his time would come to really get dirty in them, so he let them be.
“Have you got room for a little one ?” Ben called, pulling off his socks.
Jonny spun round, still with a stern face. It softened when Ben gave him the puppy dog eyes look which always worked a treat.
“You'd better take those jeans off then, there is more that enough washing as it is” .
Ben obeyed but kept his boxers on as he entered the glass cubicle.

“That little shit had no right to steal those boots ! They cost quite a fortune, I can tell you. H.......” Jonny was silenced by Ben's mouth planting a powerful kiss on his lips that he almost forgot to breathe.
“Just imagine if we'd left the farmhouse keys ?! We could have been robbed bl.....” Another kiss stopped him.
“But we weren't “ Ben whispered, the hot water pouring down his back, his cock tenting in his pants.
“But, just saying, God knows what he might have d....”
Ben's tongue did the work this time, thrashing around in Jonny's damp mouth.

“Can I speak ?” Ben all but whispered. He didn't give Jonny time to reply, one way or another. “That lad had done a hell of a lot of work up there. Do you agree ?”
Jonny nodded.
“And he has put up with conditions some might think antrocious. Do you agree ?”
More nodding.
“And he needed suitable clothing and boots ?”
“Yes, but...”
“They will clean. We have a power washer. Besides, they look hot already Christened....”
Now it was Ben's turn to be silenced with Jonny's mouth.
“Get your pants down ! You've pulled.”
Ben duly complied.

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The next morning Dermot and Lee arrived very punctually, in case they were walking into a minefield.
“I will do all the talking, OK ?” the boss announced, thinking about what one of his mates had pondered last night.
Lee, looking like an advert for Daz, sat silently nodding. They drove carefully up the lane. The mud really balled up on the tyres and thudded against the chassis. They pulled up near the impossibly deep gateway, Lee reached for Dermot's old work wellies again and they slogged in to get started.
Lee looked at the mud pile and shuddered again, then glanced over the top of the skip full of wet mud.
Stuck about a foot from the edge was a rubber boot. Just standing, on its own.
Lee looked around, Dermot was at the back of the van. The lad climbed up the ladder and peered. He recognised the top inch of Jack's Le Chameau.

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Whilst they didn't really want to start work again, Jonny knew the top two fields were just about dry enough for harrowing and Ben knew he needed to clear sufficient space up at the barn to create hard-standing for five or six cars. He didn't fancy being called out every 5 minutes to tow somebody off-site, entertaining though that might be.

By 10:00 Jonny was reversing the John Deere into the machinery barn and Ben was warming up the JCB. Everything had to be carefully and securely locked away nowadays, absolutely nothing was safe on farms and the police couldn't be everywhere.
“See you back here for a bite of lunch” Ben yelled, as he manoeuvred out into the yard.
Jonny very carefully got out and headed up Low Lane towards the main road. He had remembered the gate's locks' keys too, which was miraculous. They never used to shut the gates, let alone lock them. Until the morning he discovered a ton of disgusting fly-tipping which had take hours and cost hundreds to remove. There were no witnesses, nobody lived there for miles.
He pulled up at the first gate and jumped down into ankle deep sludge. The feet of his Bullseyes vanished. He smiled. It was good to be home !

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Dermot hadn't seen the oddly planted boot, but Ben did – especially from the position of the cab. He splashed through the filthy gateway, swung hard to the right and turned off the engine.
Lee was pleased Jonny wasn't there. He knew he had to apologise, and he had every intention of making amends, but he didn't think he could survive the feeling of sickness and stress of being accused of theft and damage. The two guys came out of the barn to chat. Both of them pretty muddy, but legitimately so !
“I'm going to make a start on the car parking area” Ben announced. “It's slightly higher there and I can use the sods to create a grass wall or windbreak. Blocking off the shower a bit, maybe.”
Dermot nodded. Lee looked keenly at the plastered tyres and the lumps of wet mud all around. Ben saw him almost salivating and knew the word protege was entirely correct !
“Meanwhile, who's lost a boot ?!”
Lee looked embarrassed again, Dermot perplexed at such an odd question.
“In the skip” Ben gesticulated.
Dermot looked up and over into the clay filled skip, and stared , just as his phone rang.
“Oh Christ , it's the bank. I'm supposed to be there in five minutes. Er, I'll have to catch you later”. With that he was loping through the ooze back to the van cursing, knowing he'd be late. He was on the speaker phone as he reversed out.

Lee wondered what might happen next.
Ben grabbed the ladder, positioned it close to the French boot and started climbing. Lee couldn't take his eyes off the massive Armasols. When the backs of the boots were within touching distance, he couldn't stop his cock from growing either.
Ben reached over and started tugging at the stuck rubber boot - completely in vain.
“He's got good taste in boots” announced Ben, “assuming it is a he”.
“It is” Lee quietly responded.
“Tell me more”, He looked down over his shoulder, smiling. He was right about his thoughts about Lee.
The lad gave his ideas about who it belonged to and how it got there. Ben didn't know Jack or his family, but he was positive Jonny would. He couldn't help but laugh at the parallels. The next generation was already here !
“Glad to see you're enjoying the view” Ben smirked, “ but I can't shift it. Have you tried ?” Lee went scarlet and tried covering his trousers. Ben jumped off the ladder and splattered into the sludge. “Go up and have a tug!”
Lee dutifully obeyed. Whilst the skip was only about a metre and a half tall, about the biggest they could hire, from the top of the ladder , reaching over, the youngster couldn't dislodge it either.
“See if you can get your foot in it” Ben suggested.
Lee didn't know which foot it was, so kicked off his right wellie. The heavy old steel toe capped boot landed near Ben's big feet. The latter recognised the Century immediately but said nothing.
Lee balanced himself in a sitting position on the side of the skip and carefully moved his right foot towards the top of the boot. He knew it would fit, of course, but could he get it on ? The clay had all but forced the boot shut, so starting the operation was tricky. With his left boot out in front of him, making quite an impression in the clay, he attempted to lift himself whilst pointing his toes.
He got close to entering the top of the boot but couldn't quite get the angle right. He knew if he stood upright he would be seriously stuck up to his stomach. Whilst the thought of that greatly appealed, he didn't want to do it in company.
He swivelled back round, almost kneeling on the edge, and tried hauling on the boot. Ben had a massive urge to give him a friendly push, but didn't know how hw might respond. Had it been Jonny up there, he wouldn't have hesitated to send him sprawling into the tons of wet mud.
“I have an idea” Ben called. “Where are those chest waders ?”
“Which che.....?.”
“You know perfectly well which chest waders ! Where have you hidden them ?”
“Under the sacking in the barn “ Lee timidly stuttered.
Ben strode off through the sea of mud and quickly returned awkwardly holding the old BTRs, mud smearing up his overalls. His cock responding appropriately.
Lee was halfway down the ladder when Ben instructed him to put them on.

“I...ER....” Lee's voice was rising in panic.
“Get down and put them on. I have an idea.”
Lee's other Wellington boot was out of reach as he dithered on the last rung, Ben could see his hesitation as he was opening out the filthy waders, remembering the previous evening's sight.
“Don't worry about getting your sock muddy, from what I recall these boots aren't spotless inside.”
Lee did as he was told and walked awkwardly over to Ben to take the waders. One filthy boot, one plastered sock. He loped to the barn to sit down, feeling ashamed and terrified, Would Jonny come again ? Was he being set up ? He could have pissed himself.
Ben leaned on the enormous door frame, arms crossed, as Lee struggled back inside the chunky High & Dry waders. He got his arms through the braces, tighten the lace at the top and returned to stand in front of Ben. He was sure his boss' overalls were straining slightly.
“Very nice ! They suit you !” he smirked. “Here's the plan. That skip needs emptying, obviously. My JCB can lift about 4000 kg, but I reckon it can push over a lot more. If you climb up and get in, try to dig that boot out for its owner, and if you get stuck, I can simply tip you out. OK ?”
“If ?” Lee whispered.
“It'll be fun to watch” Ben laughed. “Up you go – and don't forget your spade !!”
Lee awkwardly manoeuvred himself up the ladder in the cumbersome boots, clutching a shovel. Ben watched keenly as Lee sat on the edge and swung his heavy, filthy legs over. The mud has a thin layer of water in places, but apart from that it was a mass of thick, sodden, grey clay.
He started lifting and dropping his feet, kicking into the mess. The clay splashed up his shins, the steel toe caps becoming very unwieldy. He couldn't help but smear the filth from one boot to the other as he was rock hard down inside the heavy rubber. He had almost forgotten about Ben, until he glanced round and saw the other guy rubbing his overalls keenly.
“What are you waiting for ?! Get in !! The mud's lovely !”
He slammed the spade into the thick mess and shuffled forwards, almost standing. At first, momentarily, the clay seemed to hold his weight, then steadily he started to sink. The huge feet disappeared, then his ankles and shins. I no time he was feeling stuck, unable to lift one foot or the other. He panicked a bit, but knew it wasn't bottomless.
“Try this” called Ben, cock really tenting, loving what he was seeing, as he rocked from one foot to another, as if plunging further in. “You know you want to !!!”

Lee DID want to. As he swopped weight from one foot to the other, his knees vanished then his thighs started to get heavily plastered. He rubbed his cock through the heavy rubber as Ben climber the ladder.

“Need a hand ?” Ben reached round and gave Lee's cock a friendly pat, “You've got a way to go yet” and he proceeded to climb another rung so he could apply weight to Lee's shoulders.
The skip's contents had a firm hold now, as Lee sank further. His crutch had gone. The immense weight of clay forced the waders all around him, squeezing his body and especially his throbbing cock. He didn't think he could hold off. He had never been so stuck in his life. Ben rocked him slightly, the mud sticking even more, squidging here and squelching there. It was swallowing the lad whole.
And still he went down. Ben's pressure had helped him reach his stomach. More than half his body was plunged in the thickest mud he could imagine.
“That looks fucking fantastic” Ben breathed, “ How's it feeling ?”
Lee was speechless and breathless. He shoved his right hand under the surface of the thick clay. His cock was solid, standing completely upright. Wet.
As he started rubbing vigorously, Ben climbed up onto the side and sat kicking his enormous boots into the dense mud. They got bigger and bigger, inches from Lee's face, sinking a bit more each time. Becoming heavily unrecognisable.
Ben stood momentarily and let his extra high wellies sink to the brims just as his cum erupted in his overalls, staining them wetly. He sat back down, almost panting.
Lee could not believe his eyes and promptly shot another massive load. It never seemed to stop. He shut his eyes and moaned.
After an eternity he opened his eyes, over his stomach in thick clay. Ben was smiling at him.
“Welcome to Low Lane Farm ! Looks like you have three boots to dig out now ! I'll go and get the JCB.”

At the top of the Lane, Jonny was getting hungry. He could do with stopping, grabbing a sandwich and moving on to another field. Just then Ben texted him.
“get down here now. Things are a bit messy !”
Jonny responded affirmatively, his overalls beginning to tent.

Ben slogged through the mud, his thick socks getting filthy. He climbed up into the cab and started digging about behind the seat. Lee watched him pull another pair of wellies out which he quickly pulled on. He couldn't tell what sort at that distance, but they looked covered in mud.
Lee could shuffle his feet around deep in the waders, but that was all. He attempted to rock his body forwards and backwards a little, but the stickiness of the clay had other ideas. He was completely stuck. Over stomach deep with only 2 big pairs of wellies for company ! Not that he was complaining. He was in Heaven !
Ben started the engine, revved it slightly and started to reverse closer to the skip. He swung it round expertly, mud sloshing from under the tyres. He jumped down again and climbed up to Lee again.

“You still ok ?”
Lee whimpered slightly. He had never been happier and had complete trust in Ben. He had to have.
“I'll manoeuvre closer, hook the forks under the skip's edge and slowly tip it, ok ? If everything falls out towards the barn then it'll be closer for you to deal with later. It's got to be emptied anyway.”
With that Ben jumped off the ladder and slopped through the ooze. He swung himself back into the digger and carefully moved the forks into position.
Lee's mouth went dry, especially when he saw Jonny's tractor approaching over the brow of the hill. He didn't want another bollocking.
Jonny climbed down and watched the scene , mesmerised. He almost wanted to be in the skip too, but he could imagine what the resulting mud slick would look like, And what might happen in it...

Very slowly and carefully Ben lifted the shovel, the engine roared even more. Nothing happened at first, then minutely Lee could feel the earth move. Literally. He felt himself gradually changing direction. The barn roof was above him. The horizon changed and yet he himself didn't move. He knew he needed to keep an eye on the totally stuck wellies to retrieve them, but he was also imagining being swept down in a torrent of clay. His cock was pounding again inside the heavy black rubber boots when a sudden lurch convinced him that the skip was being inverted. The mud didn't seem to move and yet he felt space behind him, ever so slightly. He started to rock a bit more, hearing sticky adhesion to his body and the roar of the engine behind him.
Jonny adjusted himself as Ben maintained the controls. He knew that if anything did go wrong, he was certainly ready to wallow in to rescue Lee from his viscous trap. The skip was on the brink of its tipping point. A filthy yellow box full of saturated clay and a lad in totally unchartered waters !
The mud started to glug thickly to the edge of the skip, and with it Lee's waders were moving too. What seemed like minutes passed before the skip was tipped onto its side.
A sudden , loud clang was heard as it powered into the mud near the barn. Lee didn't move as quickly as he thought he might, but slither he certainly did. A heavily encased mudboy who had no control whatsoever - especially over his throbbing member. He forgot Jack and Ben's boots as he was oozed out of the skip straight towards a massive mound of clay. Much more was to follow too. He couldn't move his legs and his breathing was straining. Jonny watched as the lad flowed slowly straight into the heap of clay. The tops of the chesties disappeared and Lee's face got perilously close to the surface of the thick mud. Still he writhed, and started sinking.
He knew he was impossibly heavy and completely trapped. He did see Jonny step heavily into the glutinous pile. First one Wellington then the other disappeared immediately until Jonny was balanced, legs apart, waiting in case Lee's head went under.

Ben turned off the engine as raced round to the mud flow. Jonny had hold of Lee's shoulders, thigh deep in clay. He didn't want to be responsible for any accidents – or worse on his farm. Healthy and safety was one thing, deliberately drowning a member of staff was quite another. He pictured a jail cell.
Ben plunged in thigh deep on the other side just as Lee started to laugh.
“This wasn't my idea” he shouted jokily to Jonny “ and don't tell me off for having your waders on again !” Jonny shook his head, recognising who was behind this. He looked at Ben with relief knowing everything would be ok.
Very gradually they both held the lad's upper arms and tried to pull him out of the mudslide. He weighted an absolute ton. The clay had started to flow inside the waders so that Lee couldn't really easily move his arms to help. The hauling and tugging continued for about half an hour before they stopped, knowing that Lee couldn't be sucked under the surface. What they didn't know was that Lee had had the most violent orgasm of his life, knowing he was a complete mud monster. He had never dunked his head under mud before, but he really wanted to get completely plastered from head to toe. He had quick visions of coming back to the yard here when he was alone and absolutely going beserk in the clay.
Ben had a hell of a job hauling his wellies out of the thickening mud, caked in it up to his thighs. Jonny was equally plastered, almost stuck. Both of them were sporting erections in their overalls that could have been seen from space.
“Well, what are you waiting for ?” Ben shouted. He watched as Jonny wallowed very thickly through the deep quagmire , boots seeming to be about size 15s, carrying half the field, until he was on firmer ground to try to spring at Ben. The taller mans upper body got knocked backwards into the wet clay, his feet were completely trapped. He splattered backwards, from head to thighs immediately becoming engulfed.
Now Lee knew he had to join in. He gouged and wallowed horizontally round to the two guys , who were now almost unrecognisable. Throwing handfuls of clay, rubbing in on each other, trying to get the upper hand in every way! The over-sized chest waders didn't help. Lee simply couldn't stand, but he did find one of Ben's Armasols close at hand. He hauled hard on it until it squelched loudly out of the mud. Expertly he lobbed it at Ben and it landed heavily on his chest. The enormous boot winded him until simultaneously both guys turned back to Lee.
Still stuck, almost completely caked and hardly able to stand, they wallowed loudly over to him and started piling clay up on him everywhere they could see. Dollops on his head, shampooing his hair, massaging his neck, thrusting handfuls down inside the waders. Lee was almost impossible to see. And he was loving it.
Both Ben and Jonny ripped open their overalls, giant cocks springing out wildly. They started wanking hard, and it didn't take long before Lee was been sprayed with something else !
His first double facial made him erupt again. He didn't think he'd ever stand up again. He as absolutely shattered. Wide eyed. His mind totally blown.

Jonny and Ben collapsed into the mess and started laughing loudly, sweat falling from their faces, despite the cool air. This was the muddiest they had been for a very long time. They were definitely home now.

After another ten minutes, they composed themselves sufficiently to start releasing Lee from his clay pit.

Both guys seemed embarrassed initially, wondering whether they had got too carried away. What was done was done. Lee's filthy smiled cleared the air.
“Let's try to get you up” Ben called.
The guys waded to either side of the totally shattered lad. Standing mid thigh in thickening sludgey clay, wellies impossible to see and overalls heavily plastered, they reached down into the mud to get hold of Lee's arms. He was too exhausted to help. Unable to move anything at all.
An age passed. Very slowly Lee was able to free his arms and torso, the clay resisting every movement. Ben wallowed round to where he estimated Lee's feet to be and started to scoop the thick mud away. He knelt heavily , plunging himself stomach deep. Scraping a ton of slop away from the waders' feet, Ben was forcing his arms in up to the shoulders. He gouged until a shapeless steel toe cap was felt. He stood with difficulty and cupped Lee's foot in both hands, hauling the wader slowly out of the quagmire.
The boot was an immense , heavily heaped mound of clay. Lee certainly couldn't have freed himself.
Ben held the boot to his crutch thrusting hard against it. “ I can't wait to wear these fuckers !” he shouted, before falling backwards into the amazing morass. Now the clay was beginning to hold him too, “ Don't you dare clean them either !” he threatened.
Jonny continued scraping and trying to clear Lee from his mud pit.

After a good hour all three of them were sitting in the barn's doorway as sleet began to fall. Totally shattered.
“Get yourself out of the waders and drag them in here, then we can shut the door and get home” Jonny urged. Lee awkwardly obeyed , twisting and writhing his wrecked clothing out of the heavy canvas linings. He sat looking like he had just been dug up.
“I'll take the tractor, you go with Ben in the JCB and we'll get the hose out. No way can you go home like that.” With that, Jonny splattered back to the lane and made the tractor's cab completely filthy. The others slopped to the other vehicle. Lee's socks were half off his feet. He really could not believe what had happened this afternoon. He was exhausted, plastered, hungry, but happy.

Back in the farm yard, Jonny had the external light on and hose ready for a chilling soaking !!

In the cab, Ben caught Lee's eye and expression. The younger guy was grinning like a Cheshire cat, mud drying on his face, hair matted and clothes all but wrecked. He certainly looked in one hell of a mess.
Ben smiled back, knowing the apprentice was fitting in perfectly. He manoeuvred the vehicle through the sludge and back onto the track as the weather worsened. They bumped and knocked against each other, clay gluing their gear together. They pulled up in the farmyard a few minutes later.
“This will be bracing !” Ben announced,”but necessary. Jump down.”
Lee obeyed and plodded over to Jonny.
“OK, strip off. I'll make it as painless as possible “ he grimaced. “After I've finished, go straight into the kitchen and make a hot drink, The kettle's boiled.”
Lee nodded as he shrugged off the heavily plastered clothing, Somehow the clay had got right down to his skin.
The burst of cold water made him scream like a bitch ! The shock was horrific. He turned round when instructed, showed his hands and feet, thrust his head forward and tousled his hair. He was numb with cold in the driving sleet.
“Right, you'll do. Try not to touch too much !”
Ben had already stripped off , ready for his turn. Lee looked at him in amazement. Ben winked and waved him indoors. Everything else could be sorted out in the morning.

Ben stood on the pile of filthy clothes as he was being hosed. He reckoned he might as well stomp some of the mud out. They had done this before, so the shock wasn't as severe. Even though Ben was positive Jonny had turned the water pressure up a notch ! Revenge was a hose served cold. Even Jonny was yelping as he ran naked into the house.

Lee was balanced against the work surface clutching a mug of cocoa. Two other mugs awaited filling. He'd never been naked in somebody else's house before. They sat on old towels at the rustic pine table in silence.
It had been one hell of a day.

Jonny was insistent that they all had hot baths followed by some more quick microwaved food. Something was better than nothing ! They were all famished after all.

Within two hours, Lee was fast asleep on the settee. He was wearing some of Jonny's clothes and had downed some wine a bit quickly. It was only 8:00. Ben wrapped a duvet over him and they headed silently upstairs.