Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:50:27 -0000
From: Anthony Thomas <antomuk@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Garden, Part5

The Garden - Adult Entertainment by Anthony D Thomas

Usual disclaimers apply.  The following contains male-to-male sex and is
written for entertainment rather than enlightenment.  If you are under age,
such reading is illegal in your country, or just here to satisfy some
prurient desire before complaining - then go elsewhere.  Otherwise, please
enjoy.
Comments and suggestions please to antomuk@hotmail.com

Contents at some time will include: watersports, mild S&M, group and
audience.

Chapter Five
Unfortunately, as I'd expected, by my next visit the weather had changed and
there was no way I'd be striping off, even in a walled garden.  If truth be
told I was disappointed.  There was something in me that got really turned
on by the scene of the past few weeks, and God only knows how many weeks
before that when I'd just been watched without knowing it.
Anyway.  I got on with my duties, which hardly took half an hour; the garden
was going to sleep for the winter and had been designed not to require much
upkeep in the cold months.  When I'd finished I approached the
french-windows to see if the client was in.  They were ajar about half an
inch and after knocking I pulled them open and entered, sliding them back
behind me.
My client was sitting in his chair behind the desk as normal, facing out
into the garden.  It was only then that I realised I'd never seen him in any
other situation, He must have been psychic. As I pulled the windows closed
to keep the heat in he pulled back from his desk and turned toward me.  In a
wheelchair, his legs covered by a rug.  I'd never noticed the chair or the
rug before, he'd always had his chair pulled up to the desk.
'Now you know,' he said, 'I can enjoy watching but I'm dead from the waist
down.'
'I'm sorry to hear that,' I replied.  I really was.  Apart from not wishing
that on anyone he wasn't a bad looking guy and under some circumstances I'd
probably be prepared to play, especially when fed poppers.
'Don't worry about it,' he continues, 'I'm used to it now.  I do like to
watch you though if you don't mind.  Especially some of the things you seem
to like having done to your body.'
I was really embarrassed and felt myself blush.  I didn't know where to look
and as my head bowed down to look away from him I recognised the box that
had been placed outside the past few weeks.  This time with different
contents.
'Why don't you sit down?  There's a flask of tea and some beers for you
there and I can explain more fully.'  I sat as directed.  Beside the flask
and beers on a side table, apart from a mug, I could see a bottle of
poppers.  'If it makes you feel more relaxed why not use the poppers and get
changed.  I really would like a little chat if you don't mind.'
Well!  Why not?  I really would like things to continue and will admit to
being somewhat randy anyway.  I could see the running shorts laying in top
of the box contents and thought with the poppers I'd be quite up to getting
striped and wanking off for him, this time at any rate. As to if I'd be up
to going any further with self abuse whilst in the same room and unable to
get wet or dirty was another matter.
Turning my back to him I striped off and fitted a tight cock and ball strap
before pulling on the running shorts, then turned back and sat down
carefully to pour myself a mug of tea.  It felt very strange sitting
opposite him like that and I took a snort of poppers so as to get myself
more relaxed. It's a good thing I did as his next remark almost bowled me
over.
'Will it be OK if I call my nephew Peter in?'
If I'd not been sitting down and almost nude I might have left right then.
'It's aright. He visits every winter while his parents visit family in the
states. You have some of the same likes and he has put on a bit of a show
for me before but he'd prefer to have someone else to mess around with. I've
told him a bit about you and he's dying to meet.  He's tells me he's never
had sex with a white boy he can abuse a bit.!
Well!  What could I say?  What should I have said?  I took another snort
and, after opening a beer, told him 'OK.'
His last comments gave me some idea but I was surprised to see that instead
of the 30 odd year butch black man I half expected to see walk in after he
rang a bell on his desk, what I did see was a lovely slim young coffee
coloured lad no older than his late teens. Slightly shorter than me with a
nicely developed smooth body, almost hairless apart from a tightly curled
dark head and a few hairs showing above the waist of the red nylon shorts
that was all he wore.  He was already excited, or at least I hoped he was as
the bulge in front of those shorts was already quite large enough thank you
very much.
I suppose we were both somewhat shy and embarrassed with the situation as it
stood although, in my case at any rate, I was more than happy to continue.
He looked very edible to me and as we made some stupid small talk I was
starting to look forward to having him play with my body.
As I took the first step and offered him the bottle of poppers which he
inhaled from quite deeply I realised two things.  One, the tea and beer were
having an effect on my bladder that would normally be welcome in this
situation, but, two, it was too cold outside.
'How are we going to run this?' I blurted out.  'My bladder is filling and
unless we're going to play in the bathroom I better make a solo visit there
soon.'
'There's somewhere better than that,' said the lad as he stood up and held
out his hand to me.  'Are you sure this is OK?  The sort of things you did
with your friend and later, on your own, last summer I mean.  With me in
charge.'
'No problems so far,' I smiled back.  The poppers and beer were having the
required effect and I was getting quite relaxed, enough to place one hand
lightly on his chest and stroke his nipples as the other I used to cup and
lightly squeeze the bulge that was his balls his balls.
He gasped and pulled away slightly.  'Don't.  My bladders fuller than yours
I think and I don't want to waste it.  How far can I go with you?'
I shared the poppers between us as we moved toward the door, just lightly
touching each other.
'What do you want?' I asked.
'Wet.  All over?'
'Yes'
'Tie you up?'
'Probably'
'Beat your arse please?'
'You don't have to say please if you have me tied up,' was my reply.  'Just
be careful and stop if I say cut it out.'
As we went out into the hall he asked 'What about dirty?' He turned his head
away and his voice dropped down so I could hardly hear him as he asked this.
'Are you sure you mean what I think you mean?'
'Oh yes!' he replied.  'I can't at home but have done several times when
visiting Uncle.  I've just been waiting to do it with someone else,
especially if I can force them.'
'Works for me if we're in for a long session and somewhere warm for me to
shower down after.  Problem is I may not be up for that tonight as not been
planned.'
'Think we can sort that,' he said.  'I've got a suppository up my arse and a
small butt plug.  I'll stick a bigger one up yours,' he grinned whilst
opening a door down the end of the hall and passing me in.
I stood still in amazement. It was my dream of a playroom.  Not too large,
about twenty foot by twenty foot, warm, nicely lit both by enclosed amber
wall lights and several spots, stone floor with a bath sink and toilet at
one end and some play equipment at the other.
'This used to be Unc's play room before he had his accident and when we
realised I had some of the same interests he let me refurbish it.  I've put
on quite a few shows for him when I have a drink.  He's let me do things I
could never do at home and I've never found anyone else to play with.'
As I walked in and started to look around he continued, 'Do you mind if Unc
watches from the corner?'
'If you have me strapped up then that will be up to you won't it? And he
could always encourage and give you suggestions if you wanted him to.'
I took another sniff at the bottle walked into the room to examine what was
available.  I found the body harness and boldly dropped my shorts and put it
on adding wrist neck and ankle straps. Then a short length of towelling
tucked in the strap at my waist, passed under my crutch and tucked in again
at my back finished my change.
Turning I saw the wheelchair parked in one corner, almost out of sight
because of the lighting layout.
Peter stood at the edge of a large rubber paddling pool sitting in the
middle of the clear floor area that was lit by a couple of the mini spots
taking small drinks from a bottle of wine.
'Don't drink too much,' I said whilst walking toward him.  'You ought to
take over now.'
I put my hands back up to his chest meaning to tweak his nipples to get him
going.
'I'm in charge then?' he asked.  'And I can ask Unc for advice as to how to
use you?'
'As long as you feed me enough poppers, then, yes.'
He threw his arms up and struck mine away followed by a light slap across my
face.
'Don't touch me.  I never gave you permission.  You will nothing unless I
say so, understand?'
I was astounded at the change in him, which slowed my response, and he
slapped me back and forth across my face again.
'Get in there and kneel on your hands and knees,' he pointed at the pool.
'I think I'll enjoy punishing you.'
As I obeyed the thought did break through my somewhat beer and popper
drugged brain that I may have let myself in for more than I'd intended.
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Sorry not much sex in this chapter.
Hopefully final chapter will follow soon.  Sorry for delay.
Comments welcome at antomuk@hotmail.com