The fag hauled all the heaviest supplies two miles from the truck to the camp site where they were to spend the weekend repairin’ fences. It was only fair to the horse, who was already carrying his Sir. Once there, the Master instructed his boy to strip and rinse off in the river. Not only was he at risk for over-heating, but he stunk and was covered head to toe in dust, sweat, and his owner’s piss. The young man had a long swim, until he came up for air once and saw his Sir waiting on the bank, his cock in his hand. The fag shook the water off of his tanned skin and went to claim his reward for a job well done.