Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 15:27:47 -0000
From: Anthony Thomas <antomuk@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Garden, Part 6

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 include: Watersports and a bit more. S&M and audience.

Chapter Six

As I stepped into the pool my feet splashed into an almost cold inch of
liquid and I would have known without him telling me just what it was.

'We've been pissing in there all day long just so you would have something
to wash with.  Now get down on your hands and knees and take a deep sniff
of poppers.'

I'd forgotten I still had the bottle in my hand and inhaled deeply as I
knelt in the cold and smelly piss.

He came up behind me and ripped the towel strip from my body, laying it
over my neck.  Then with hardly a pause I felt his finger shove a small
object up and into my arse, followed by a cold plug that, whilst well
greased, he didn't take much time about forcing in.  As I felt my arse lips
close round the plug he told me it was just a suppository followed by a
smallish metal butt plug that I better not loose yet. Finally he manoeuvred
a tight pair of thin wet nylon shorts over my ankles and up to crotch to
squeeze my balls and help kep the plug in.

Then he splashed round to my head, paying no attention to how much he
splashed me.  I was grateful the room was warm even if it did make the
smell stronger, that piss was quite cold.

'Head up,' he commanded, fitting a pair of swim goggles over my eyes as I
did so.  That, if nothing else, told me he really did have some experience.
Regrettably they shrunk my vision somewhat, which was a pity as I had seen
he now had fully striped and the brown cock and balls I caught a quick
glimpse off were nothing to be ashamed off, quite the contrary.  In fact I
hoped he would get me really warmed up before shoving his weapon anywhere
inside me.  I'm sure it was a good eight inches long and well over an inch
in diameter.  His balls hung down slightly in a nice little sac and the
whole was surrounded by a small quantity of dark hair.

I had little time to think of the scene before he grabbed my hair and
pulling my face up slightly proceed to piss forcibly straight at my half
open mouth quickly filling it and then directing the flow at my hair till
my whole body was soaked with the running stream.

'That's a start.  Stand up boy.'

I went to move the soaking, dripping, towel round my neck and he struck my
face again.

'Remember what I said.  You do nothing; say nothing, unless I give you
permission.  Now I'll have to punish you won't I?'

I didn't think he expected a reply and kept my mouth shut as he manoeuvred
my body right under the spotlights where I heard chains and felt him attach
clips to my body harness at the shoulders, using a ratchet to tighten them
so my body was only just standing on the wet floor.

Then he surprised me by pulling my arms out and attaching the wrists to
another chain that he also ratcheted slowly above my head but not so
tightly thank goodness.

This had taken quite a few minutes as whilst he was doing so he also took
time to nip and twist my nipples from time to time and squeeze my balls
through the tin shorts. I could tell he liked it when I gasped at his
actions by the change in his breathing even though I seldom caught sight of
his face.

However, my body was drying out and he slapped my arse hard a couple of
times telling me I should have warned him.  Easy cure, he took the towel
from my neck, soaked it from the pool at our feet and proceeded to wring it
out over my head.  Then, removing the poppers I still held he fed both my
nostrils before sticking the bottle back in my clenched hand and draping
the soaking towel over my head so it was dripping down my back.

'Can't have my boy with a dry back and arse when I have to punish him.'

Then he surprised me again by pulling the rear of my tight shorts down just
enough for him to catch hold of the plug up my arse my its lips and wrench
it out, quickly pulling the shorts back up.

I knew from experience what would happen very shortly and wondered how he'd
discovered that trick.

He came round my front and wiped the metal plug across my chest, I could
smell the residue.  'You have got a dirty arse boy.  I can see you will
have to be punished for a long time tonight.  I want a nice clean white
hole to rape later, not a brown one.'

While he was talking and pinching at my nipples the expected started to
happen, there was no way I could hold it.  A series of wind blasts from my
arse were followed by the feeling of a large soft log moving down and out,
only to be caught up in the shorts and start to squish and where liquid
enough run down my legs.  At the same time my bladder let loose and even
with the shorts squashing my cock the flow was so strong it sprayed out and
obviously splashed Peter as he slapped at my balls and told me I was really
bad and now he would have to teach me a lesson.

With that he disappeared for a moment and I heard a whisper before his
splashing returned and without warning I felt the force of a trainer lay
across my bottom, squeezing the shit from the top and bottom of the shorts
and making me yell aloud.

Six times he laid that shoe across my arse, calling me his dirty boy that
he was going to do what he liked with me, that I was in for a long session
as he could cum more than once.  He may have been holding back a little but
it sure hurt like hell and I let him know at each blow just how much and
also what I thought of him what I thought about him.

Finally he finished and I hung there breathing heavily.  Almost a heavy was
the breathing from behind me, I felt a fluctuating warm stream of breath on
my shoulder as he stood closer to pull the shorts down, over my arse, down
my legs to the ankles where he told me to lift each legs and free my feet.
I could feel and smell the result being spread all the way down.

'Oh you are a dirty boy,' as he came round in front and wiped his filthy
hands over my chest, then pulling the towel of my head so he could put his
face close to mine and peer through the swim goggles at my eyes as he
squeezed my cock and pulled on my balls.

'Oh yes.  I like this.  Are you hurting boy?'  I grunted an affirmative.

'That's good.  I like seeing you in pain.  I've never hurt anyone before,
just because I felt like it.  It's fun.'

He disappeared for a few moments to return with a stainless steel bar he
used to knock my legs apart and then fastened to my ankle straps locking my
legs wide open. Next he clipped a luggage elastic to the small harness
round my cock and balls, clipping the other end to the bar.  It stretched
my balls slightly when I stood straight up but each time I swayed they
pulled harder.

He swept the excess liquid from my hair and pulled the goggles up to my
forehead.

'I cant see your eyes clearly enough so how do I know when you hurt
properly.'  All the while squeezing my cock, pulling and twisting my
nipples, the occasional slap at my face or chest and even less often, a
quick sniff of poppers gratefully received.

'What else is there?' he asked.  I want to watch your face.  Wish there was
someone else here to hurt you.'

A voice from the side and I turned my head to glimpse the wheelchair just
outside the throw of the spots.  He said something and Peter stepped out of
the pool, went over to a table and came back with a small box he opened on
his Uncles lap, removing some items and carrying them back into the pool.

The first I recognised as he thrust it up my backside, another cold metal
butt plug, larger than the earlier one.  It stretched my arse until my
cheeks closed round the narrow end.  It also had a large flange, this time
with a couple of rubber straps he pulled round to the front and fastened
just above my cock. Then he reached out to his Uncle and picked up a thin
cable he ran out and I felt him somehow clip it in the plug.

'That is a battery operated plug which Unc will operate for me so I can
watch the effects.  He tells me there are several programs he can use that
I should enjoy.  Even if you don't.'

In his hand I could see a leather belt about two inches wide that he'd
folded over and was slapping into his hand from time to time.

His cock was standing stiff as a pole and poked at my stretched balls, as
he stood close, looked into my eyes and said, 'Oh I'm going to enjoy this.'