Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 00:06:13 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden, Part 4 [2] 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 Four When I told Mark how the afternoon had gone he didn't believe me at first. Then he wanted to accompany me the following week. When I told him the client had said to come alone he was very disappointed and made me promise to tell him everything that happened. Of course I would. Even so. The following week found me once again standing undecided outside the garden gate. The weather was beginning to change and it was the thought this may be the last time it was warm enough to wear shorts, let alone strip off and hose myself down outdoors that decided me. I had got a thrill from last week and could easily do so again. It wouldn't work so well if I just kept on doing the same things but at least a couple more sessions should be fun. Here we go then! Ha! I was to discover the client had his own ideas about that. The garden was starting to show signs from the cooling weather. I could see there was quite a bit of work to do this visit. Walking toward the doors I noticed this time there was a large plastic box standing on the table which had been moved just outside. Looking inside I discovered half a dozed mixed cans of beer and soft drinks. The butt plug, cock and ball straps with weights and poppers had been joined by a full body harness and some short running shorts with a sleeveless T, also a couple of tubs of chocolate mousse that must have turned to liquid in the sun by now. I opened the now expected note with interest. If so inclined please fit harness then wear shorts and T for a while. Use the mousse in any way you can think of. I don't care if they get wet and dirty. That was it, apart from the now usual wedge of five ten pound notes. Lifting the box I carried it down to the raised flower bed. That was some eighteen foot from the windows so he could still see me clearly. As the previous week I striped and fitted the butt plug and cock and ball straps. Then after just standing for a few moments and drinking half a can of beer, I fitted the body harness. It was the same type as my own, padded straps to go under my groin, rings at the side and on the shoulders. I'd certainly had fun with one before but that usually ended up with me being strung up of strapped down. Never mind. Then I added the thin blue cotton running shorts and red sleeveless T, both of them were a tight fit. The shorts left nothing to the imagination, as I was not wearing a jock it was only their tightness and small net lining that kept my cock and balls from falling out the bottom. Finishing of the can of beer I started work. There was quite a bit to do, not just weeding but dying annuals to remove, a job I always hated but had to be done to make room for winter plants. When I felt my bladder was almost as full as I could hold I moved nearer to the window, just short of the patio, collecting another can on the way. Just standing there, sideways on, I made a show of drinking from the can, at the same time letting my piss flow, soaking the shorts and running down my legs. I had an idea and holding the flow in with difficulty, pulled the shorts slightly down and openly pissed into the now empty can, filling it quickly. Managing to halt the flow again, this time with more ease, I lifted the can to my mouth and took a mouthful of the warm foaming piss then poured the balance over my head taking care to miss my eyes, soaking the T in the process. I had a good hours work still to do and got on with my duties, just drinking another two cans as I went and returning to my spot once more to repeat the scene each time I dried out. I now also had a couple of cans of cooling piss standing on the flagstones. I was sure I'd find some use for them later. By the time I'd finished my duties I stank from a mixture of sweat and piss that I'd continued to dribble for the past couple of hours. Returning to my, by now, usual spot in full view of his window I just stood for a few moments to calm myself down and make good use of the poppers. The tight shorts and T clung to my body and with difficulty I removed the T exposing my upper body just dressed in the harness. Where to go from here? If Mark had been there he would have found some way to hang me by the harness I'm sure and then lay into my body. On my own it was different. I wanted to do more for my client, part exhibitionism, part value for money I suppose but most of all partly because I'd been thinking of nothing else for the past couple of hours. Taking several deep sniffs of the poppers I picked up my belt and, after pouring one of the cans of now cold piss over my head, started to lay the belt across my shoulders and arse. I was incapable of laying it on myself as hard as Mark would have done but even so it was enough to hurt, as he must have seen from my face. I needed more. The poppers had taken me too far. He said he didn't mind how dirty I got. OK! I'd get dirty. I pulled the shorts down and laid them open on the ground, crouching over them. Removing the butt plug in that position had the effect I half expected from wearing it for the past hours. It took little effort to vacate my bowels into my shorts, incidentally refilling the drinks can with piss at the same time. More poppers. Attaching the weights to my cock and ball strap I stood up again, legs wide apart, the shorts full of shit in my hand. This was too much. This was gross. But the poppers had taken over and I had no choice. Taking a handful of shit in my hand I smeared it over my chest and stomach. Then another which I squashed over my face. All this time the weights from my balls swinging back and forth. Reaching down for the new can of still foaming piss I took a full mouthful before pulling the shorts over my head and re-applying the belt to my back and arse. I needed fucking, I needed to be used. That wasn't going to happen in this situation but I needed to cum. My cock was straining in its straps. Throbbing. It needed release. I had to do something. Pulling the shorts of my shit covered face I poured the rest from the can over my head. As the filthy mixture ran down I changed stroke and applied the belt to my straining cock. As I yelled I came. Came and came and came. For a moment I thought I'd never stop shooting. Christ! I'd never had a belt on my cock before and seldom got into scat but that was fantastic -- in small doses. Probably gone to far for the client but right then I was beyond care. Looking at my watch before clearing up I was amazed to discover my fun had lasted nearly an hour. It took another half hour to wash myself, clothing and flags down. As I placed the box back by the windows to my surprise I heard, 'Same time next week?'