In the strawberry fields -- Chapter 1 -- CHALLENGED BY MY BOSS.
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-Sit down, Doug.
I wanted to talk to my brother about the events of the last two days in the strawberry fields with my boss. My brother, Douglas Harrod, was 29 and I remember to have seen him working as an electrician since he was 16, as an apprentice first, but he soon became a good electrician. We lived alone together since we were 19, and sometimes, like today, he smelled a bit of sweat. Even if I was 27 now, he still humiliated me, insulted me and often laughed at me. But he was affectionate with me nevertheless and long it was that I didn't care anymore. In fact, I even liked it.
-Tell me, Leif.
I am Leif Harrod and for the last five years, since I never did superior studies, waiting to find a better job, I had been going for some months every year to the strawberry harvest. We were competing with the wonderful Huelva strawberries and we worked hard for several hours a day, and it was not easy to spend long hours in the sun picking up strawberries in the strawberry bushes, often kneeling and it was indeed a tiring job and when I reached home every evening, I was exhausted.
-I have to tell you what's happened to me these past two days with my boss. You know his name is Samuel Brighton, but I call him Sam now, so friendly we have become. It all started two days ago when I went to the bar again as I do every day in the morning break. There was only one table unoccupied and I sat there. Soon I saw my boss coming to the bar too and he asked me whether he could sit beside me. I told him of course he could and he soon asked for a beer.
-Well, Leif, I have been thinking of something for a few days and maybe this is a good moment to apologize to you. I insult you too often. I should do it no more.
-Well, Doug, I was moved that he wanted to apologize but did not need it. I am used to be treated harshly, by him or by you. He had the habit of insulting me or humiliating me in front of people. But all those moments when somebody else could think: I want to die, have no effect on me. In fact I enjoy them and I wanted no apologies and told him.
-Mr. Brighton --I told him-, I don't want you to apologize. In fact, I wanna open my heart to you and if later you think you have reasons to fire me, I will understand.
-Call me Samuel please. In fact I would like you to be my friend. I am a bastard but many times I have thought that you like it. You never complain and the following day I see you so docile again that I think of a new way of humiliating you. Forgive me, I am a bastard sometimes, I know.
-You are no bastard, Samuel. And indeed you are right, I like those situations. I get really red in my face but also get hard.
-Are you gay then?
-No, I'm not Samuel, it's not that.
-Well, I am gay, anything to say?
-I don't give a damn. Every woman or man has the right to live the way they are and be respected and understood. You are gay ok, I am heterosexual. And now we have introduced ourselves better, I want to continue, can I?
-Tell me whatever you want, Leif.
-Well, in fact --I was blushing for I have never told anybody before. It was like getting out of the closet somehow. For I'm not gay but I have a closet and Samuel should know the same you are going to know now, Doug-... I am a masochist. Well now, you can decide whether to keep me or fire me.
-Fire you because you are a masochist? I will never do that. I am sadistic sometimes. Tell me anything you want.
-I didn't know that either, Leif --my brother told me then-, but sometimes I suspected something similar for you accept very well what I do to you.
-Let me tell you what I told Sam, bro.
-Ok, tell me.
-I discovered it when I was 18, one day that for whatever reason a pit bull our neighbours had, decided to bite me. I still have the scar on my right knee. I had to be a week in hospital. But what I never told anybody is that I creamed my pants then.
-It was a curious week in hospital for I even enjoyed the little tortures doctors were giving me in order to cure me. And lying on my hospital bed, I sometimes remembered that terrible moment of the dog biting me and I was terrified and thought I would need a psychologist later but I also noticed that whenever I recalled that frightening moment, I got really hard. So I spent the whole week in hospital meditating what was happening to me. And I had to really reach a conclusion: I really liked that pain so I probably was a masochist. So I finally left hospital and I knew the therapy I needed could be given to me by myself, just with something very simple: jacking off. I had to do it over my neighbours' pit bull.
-Was it jacking off thinking about zoophilia then?
-No, Samuel, I never thought about the dog sexually. I just beat my meat remembering the pain of the bite. But I shot a load thinking about it and from that day I knew I would never need a psychologist, I only needed to wank over painful things. I admitted I was a masochist and liked what I discovered. Today I still beat off over the bite. That's how it all began, Samuel, can I tell you more?
-Everything you want if you don't mind I am getting hard with your story. Sorry, Leif, you are a very hot guy.
-Thanks, Samuel, I don't care you are hard. By the way, how old are you, if I can ask?
-I'm 29, Leif.
-I'm 27, well, Samuel, I live with my brother Doug. He's a wonderful guy, but he still humiliates me or laughs at me. And I even like it. In fact, I also whack off thinking about his humiliations. I never beat my meat thinking about incest; just the same I never do it about zoophilia. It's just that after having been humiliated a while I need to jack off.
-You're really a brave boy, Leif --Samuel told me.
-You're really a brave boy, bro --Doug told me now-. I like knowing now that you jerk yourself off over me in a way. I'm not gay, Leif, but have no problem in saying that my brother's words are making me hard.
-Feel free to be hard, Doug. As a masochist I like watching people hard at what I tell them.
-Go on telling me what you told Samuel.
-Then here at work you started to consider me an easy prey to humiliate, Samuel, and in fact I want to thank you. After often insulting me, one day you humiliated me publicly saying I had bad breath that day, which by the way was true. I was absolutely red, cause all my workmates started then to laugh but I don't know whether you noticed, Sam, that I was so erect then that I was about to cream my pants.
-I did not notice, Leif, but I am hearing you now with some relief, knowing that you seemed to have enjoyed.
-I really did enjoy and of course when I got home that evening I jerked myself off thinking of that day's humiliation. And there's more, Samuel, all those circumstances that may make people totally embarrassed arouse me. One day I was on a bus. Well, you know how much we sweat here and it was one of the hottest days of last year's harvest. Suddenly a bearded boy got away from me saying.
-Fuck man, you stink. You should do something as simple as having a shower. What a nauseating smell your armpits have.
He said that in front of at least ten people who could hear him. I still did not know if they saw me, but being publicly humiliated again and totally embarrassed I really creamed my pants again. And of course that night I beat off again. Well, Samuel, now you know all my secrets. Being a masochist is a big pleasure for me so you have nothing to apologize for and on the contrary I would like you to keep on thinking of humiliations for me, whether publicly or privately.
-Well, I don't know whether this can humiliate you, but I will tell you nevertheless. But first let me repeat I wanna be the friend of such a hot guy. I really want to become your friend, Leif. You seem to get shocked at nothing. So I will tell you now that I have never masturbated over you, but I will do it after now. Tonight I'll beat my meat thinking about you. Do you think I can be your friend when you know now what I will do?
-Better friends, Samuel, cause you are sincere. A pity that I am not gay; you would be a perfect master to me.
-I never had a slave but I have used some guys in gay bars for some things. Maybe you won't like to know.
-I also want to be your friend now, Samuel. If you want to tell me something, tell me, but sure you will have my respect.
And then he started talking and his words caused me to be hard. He had mainly ordered boys about, order them to suck his cock or order them to get on all fours for he will fuck them. But he also ordered them to lick his pits, his feet, even his ass, and even in those moments he stank. He had also used some guys as toilets, bro. He told me many things, even how he had shat in their mouths or puked them.
-He has a good sexual life then, Leif --Doug told me-. But after today I will also beat my meat thinking about you as a masochist and sure that I would like to do one day the things your boss does to boys, but me to girls, of course.
-Would you take a dump in a girl's mouth?
-I would, but I suspect I will never find a girl willing to eat my shit. Anything else to tell me about your conversation with Samuel that day?
-Yes, bro.
-Tell me then.
-Maybe as a masochist, I would even like to do some of the things you have just mentioned --I told Samuel.
-I say again that it's a pity you're not gay. You would be a hot man to be with.
-And I say again it's a pity I'm not gay, Samuel. You would be a perfect master. But can't you at least think of new funny ways to humiliate me? It can be pleasant for a sadistic man like you and for a masochistic guy like me.
-Well, I see you hard that I will dare challenge you. But remember you have to do nothing. You will only do it if you want.
-I'm hard now, Samuel. At least I promise I will listen to your words and not get angry.
-Well, it's not something gay. Well, it is, but it's not having physical contact with a boy.
-Tell me, Samuel.
-Look, it's half past eleven now. You could find some distant trees, there's lots of trees near us, and hide beneath them and you can return to work only when you have finished, even if it is 1 o'clock. But remember you will only do it if you want.
-What do you want me to do, Samuel?
-I would like you to jack off. But this time I want you to jack off thinking about a boy. Of course I would like you to beat off thinking about me and...
-I feel like doing it, Samuel.
-I want you to think that you are sucking my cock, that simple. And only in the unlikely case you do it and like it, I'd love you to do it again at home. Not imagining I'm fucking you up the ass if you don't want, but sucking my cock again. I will be busy the whole day and cannot see you, but we can meet tomorrow at the bar at the same time and you can tell me if you masturbated thinking about what I told you. But you can also tell me you didn't. Remember I want to be your friend and I would not like you uncomfortable.
-Then I can tell you now, Samuel, that I will look for some trees and will jack off. I would like to imagine I am sucking your cock but I still don't know. But to look for some trees in order to masturbate I am going now. See you tomorrow, Samuel. I thank you for this conversation and for your way of understanding me.
I stood up and left. I really intended to find some trees and masturbate now. Samuel's words had made me really hard.
-Then I want you to know, Leif, that I'm gonna wank over you tonight. I'm not gay but just as Samuel told you I will jack off thinking my brother is masturbating thinking that he is sucking my cock. I know I am your brother and should not do it, but I can't help it.
-It's not as if we were having sex, Doug, and you don't know what it means for a masochist such as me to notice even his brother wanking over me, over my words, over the things I have felt or done. You won't hurt me for that, bro, so do it. You can also tell me.
-Well, now I want to know, did you finally wank thinking you were sucking Samuel's cock?
-I'd rather tell you our conversation in the bar the next day.
-Ok, tell me Leif, but I would like to know why my brother has decided today to tell me all this.
-Because I know very well you are open-minded and though sometimes abusive I want you now to know that I like it. It's a real need for me to tell you.
-And could you not think, Leif, that I could get hard?
-You can get as hard as you want, or even jack off over what I tell you.
-Ok, tell me.
-Next morning I awaited Samuel in the bar. I have not called him Mr. Brighton again. It was a really hot day and both he and I had started to sweat and smell of sweat but I had wanted to see him and tell him.
-Good morning, Leif --he told me.
-Good morning, Samuel. So nice to see you.
-Let's order something first. Now you can tell me anything you want.
We ordered two beers and when they were served I started to talk.
-I did what you told me yesterday. I located some distant alder trees, far from everyone, took my dick out and started to wank. I knew I wanted to jack off but I was so stupid that I started beating my meat thinking about my neighbour Frances. But I soon saw that wanking over her was not ok. I had been challenged by you in the morning and I wanted to see if I could be able to overcome the challenge. So I started imagining your face. It is strange, Samuel, but let me tell you that you are cute and just thinking about your face I started pumping my cock, which was really hard by then.
-What a hot boy you are, Leif, hotter than anyone I have met, cause you are heterosexual and beat off thinking about a boy's face.
-The fact that somehow I had been ordered to do that was making me on fire, Samuel. I have never had anyone before telling me what to do and I really liked that feeling so I had been told to wank thinking about a boy and I would do it. And soon I began remembering your body and let me say that I started to imagine you naked. I was so hard! What a curious feeling for it is true I've never had any gay feeling before. Then I pictured what your cock would be like and I imagined myself giving you a blowjob but first I wanted your fun and saw myself licking your balls. How can I explain what I felt? I liked it so much that I think one day I would be able to lick a boy's balls, and even of sucking a cock, which is what I imagined next. I was beating off like crazy imagining I had your dick in my mouth and in fact in my masturbation I loved the taste, and even the taste of semen which is something I've never tasted, not even mine. And thinking I was swallowing cum, I had a blast and came in that moment. After cumming I felt better with myself than I have ever felt in my life. I had been challenged and I had overcome the challenge. It was glorious for a masochist to know what I had just done. Of course at home that night, once I was in bed, I repeated.
-What a hot guy you are, Leif. I'm glad you had fun after all.
-What a hot guy you are bro --Doug told me-. I would like to know now whether I can give you a similar challenge.
-What's the challenge, Doug?
-I am wondering whether you would be able to beat your meat thinking you are sucking your brother's cock.
-You want me to masturbate thinking that?
-I know it's unorthodox, but do you think you could do it?
-If you want me to jack off thinking I am sucking my brother's cock, I will. And I will tell you.
-I know now I can never insult you or laugh at you again, Leif, you are courageous as hell.
-Thanks bro. So as I think you are dominant and I like you the way you are I think that the fact that your brother tells you that he wanks over you will give you more fun than humiliating him, so I will.
-I repeat again how brave you are. I have spent years laughing at the most courageous person. Well, finish your story.
-There's much more. Before resuming my story, let me add again that tonight I will beat off thinking I am sucking my brother's cock and tomorrow I will tell you. By the way, could you please show me your dick so I can see the cock I will imagine I am sucking?
And Doug took his dick out just then but he also told me that unless I changed the conversation he would jerk himself off now before me, so horny I was making him.
-Then do it; feel free. I'm not shocked seeing how my brother masturbates before me.
And he did begin to jack off as I finished the beginning of my story.
-So, I told Samuel that I had now wanked over him once in bed that night. In fact I had masturbated over Samuel twice. My first masturbation had been imagining again I was giving him a blowjob. And I liked so much the fact I had had that day two gay masturbations that I needed to have a third one, now thinking about something he had also told me I could imagine. I thought shamelessly now that he was fucking me. It's incredible to say this but once I had imagined myself pleasing a boy, I was sure I wanted to think about everything in gay sex, more with a boy as Samuel, and so I told him. He was clearly opening me up and in my imagination I was yelling and thanking him for that. I stopped in that moment for Samuel told me then that he had really creamed his pants hearing me say that I had wanked thinking I was being fucked.
-Samuel, the fact that I have been challenged by a boy and done what he had asked me had made me more on fire than all my previous sex with girls. In a sense, I would like to become your, say, half slave. At least I could accept more challenges from you. Would you like to have me as your half slave, Samuel?
-I think you wanna be a slave, Leif. Don't worry, I will never make you do clear gay things. The fact that a heterosexual man is actually jacking off thinking he's having sex with me makes you braver than any slave I've had so far. So I can call you my slave, not my half slave, it that pleases you but always sure that we are friends, and first you must call me Sam, if you want this state of things to go on.
-Thanks, Sam --I called him then-. You're a hot man. Please go on challenging me. I'm on fire and I don't care I am heterosexual. I think that if you told me you wanna fuck me, my answer would be that you can do it.
-I won't fuck you, but knowing you want to be challenged and taking into account how hot you make me, I would like to see you naked.
-Tell me a place where it could be done and I will strip completely with the real desire that you enjoy.
-Well, I have the keys to the bar. You know that after six p.m. it is closed. But I can lend you the keys. In case you would like to do something more you can go to the bar at eight, if you don't mind to spend so many hours working today. And never worry about your smell. I would like to find you sweaty. Well, you can open the bar with the key at eight and enter the bar. Then you could take everything off and prepare a drink for you.
-I hope the coffee machine is working. I would like to have a coffee.
-I will leave the coffee machine on all day. I have to do some administrative work and will probably arrive to the bar at ten past eight. I would like to find you there totally nude when I entered and if you really desire to do it, I would even like to see you jacking off and cumming. That's all. Here are the keys. Now get them and please think twice about it. I only want you comfortable. If you are not, you can still be my slave and I would keep on challenging you just telling you what you should think when you are masturbating.
-I won't answer you what I would do or I wouldn't do. I think the master, and I would really like to call you master, may be hornier all day just not being sure what the slave would do. Thank you for everything, Sam. I'm just entering a new phase of my arousal and I have already become your slave, ok not your half slave, and now I want to see what I am able to do or not. I don't care you're a boy. I have the need to be challenged and being ordered by a boy is a greater challenge. So, I leave you now, Sam. Whatever I can do or can't do I hope you spend a really good day. So long, Sam, and if you allow me to add this, I will only say: so long, master.
He told me so long Leif, and not so long slave and I finally left and resumed working for some hours.
-Did you finally go to the bar, Leif? --Doug asked me ferociously jacking off in my presence.
-Of course I did bro. That's what I'm gonna tell you now. Hope you keep on whacking off all the time.
Just then my brother shot his first load that day. I told him that I really liked to see him cumming, and completely horny he started with no shame beating off again. I smiled at him and encouraged him to keep on having fun as I would start telling him my experiences in the bar with Sam that day.