I was born and brought up in the East End of London and would proberbly never have laid eyes on a pig, sheep ,or cow if it wasn't for my aunt and uncle. They lived in a small village in Kent, a county that is rightly called "The Garden of England," with their son Tom. Every summer during the long school holidays I used to go and stay with them. Tom (who was the same age as me) and I used to have some great adventures under the cloudless summer skies, until the year when we were both 15 year sold when everything changed.
My uncle worked on one of the smaller farms in the area, but next to it was an enormous farm owned by The Lazelle family, who were very rich. Tom had taken to climbing the wall that encircled The Lazelle Farm's cherry orchard and eating the cherries, which were reputed to be the best in England. He persquaded me to join him on one of his raids, and that evening we set off on our illeagal quest. We had scaled the wall and had just started to help ourselves to the fruit when we heard the sound of barking dogs approaching. We tried to get back across the wall but the dogs were upon us, they didn't attack just held us there until their master arrived.
As we were cowering against the wall Simon Lazelle and four of his public school chums surrounded us. Simon was 17 years old, a bully, a snob, who was normally away at public school but like us was spending the summer at home with some of his posh friends. He called us "Little Thieves" and told us that he was taking us to the police station. Now stealing a few cherries may sound like small change but all the local magistrates were local landowners and The lazelles had a lot of pull in the district. Simon told us that we would end up in a young offenders institute, and that Tom's father would proberbly be sacked and would have to leave his tied cottage. I was frightened but Tom was absolutely terrified, he pleaded to the bullying Simon for mercy.
Simon gave a nasty smirk and told us that the alternative was to do exactly what he told us to do, without arguement or hesitation, we quickly nodded our approval. He then instructed us to strip down to our little white underpants as we were going to play gladiators. When we complied he told us the rules: "You have to fight each other to pull the pants off the other gladiator" he said, "The one who loses their pants first has to pay a forfeit."
We circled each other while the bullies stood round us grinning. I tried to grab Tom's pants and tug them down, but he was stronger than I was, and pulled away. Then he tripped me and as I put my hands out to break my fall he ripped my underwear off, leaving me naked and vunerable. The evil Simon felt that we had not fought hard enough and that the result was a draw. Within seconds some of the public school thugs had dragged Tom's pants off as well, so that he stood there nude, as well as me.
"Now comes the forfeit" cried our tormentor, we were pushed down on our hands and knees and erect cocks were pushed into our mouths. There was no point in trying to refuse this degradation, the bullies were bigger than us and there was five of them against two of us. Tom tried to struggle until Simon reminded him that his family could be homeless, then he reluctantly started sucking the cock of a fat boy, who sported a large uncut weapon. Simon was the first guy who made me perform orally on his person. He was grinning and telling me how to do it properly, obviously enjoying my shame as much as he was enjoying the cocksucking. He managed to last forever, before he shot gallons of hot cum into my mouth. As soon as his softening cock slid out of my mouth another hard one took it's place. Tom sucked two cocks, I sucked three, then we thought our punishment was over - but we were wrong.
The bullies, who had all regained their erections then grabbed us and held us firmly while one of them positioned himself behind each of us. Tom started crying as the tip of the fat boy's large cock started pushing between his asscheeks. We were going to get fucked, and my fear was mixed with excitement about what was about to happen. Again it was Simon who was going to be first, to take my cherry. I tensed up as I felt his meat push my little skinny ass cheeks open, allowing his angry cock to push up against my rosebud. then one big push and he was inside me, gliding all the was in until I was fully impaled on his cock. He started to fuck me with slow, gentle strokes, but soon he was banging my poor ass with all his strength. I looked across to Tom, the fat boy was thrusting into my cousin who was totally distraught, I on the other hand was loving it, although I didn't have any idea why. This time I took two cocks while Tom had to endure the other three. We were then allowed to go home with the warning that this was only the start of our punishment. Tom was in turmoil as he realised that we would have to endure further sessions of sucking and fucking, but he had too much to lose by refusing. I on the other hand didn't have as much to lose, but was turned on by the experiance.
The public school louts had us twice again during that holiday. Once they took us into a wood and made us sixty-nine each other while we were fucked by them. The other time we were taken to a hay loft and while they laid down on their backs with their hard, angry cocks pointing upwards; we had to squat down and impale ourselves on their cocks, until they lost the desire to fuck us any more. That was the last holiday that I had in Kent, and I really lost contact with Tom, he hated servicing Simon and his friends, and I think that he knew that I loved it.
I did well at school and was offered a place to read Law at one of the top english universities. On my first day there, who should I bump into but my old tormentor Simon, who was starting the last year of a modern history course. He bought me a drink, took me back to his room, made me go down on him, then fucked me at regular intervals through the night. My social life in that first year consisted of servicing him, and on occaisions his friends. We were not lovers in the accepted sense of the word, he had no interest in me or my needs. I think that he realised that I got off being dominated and abused, and that suited him down to the ground. Laying on his bed with my legs up, him shagging me while I tried to suck his pal's two cocks at once was the ultimate in sexual pleasure for me, and he knew it.
After he left university I didn't see him again for twelve years. I met him at a gay party in Hampstead. I was a successful solictor while he only got a third in modern history had a nothing job in the civil service. He told me that his father had broken with him when his sexuality had become public knowledge. When the party finished we walked across the heath together, he suddenly got down, fished my cock out and started blowing me in the middle of Hampstead Heath, but the new Simon bored me. The old Simon who had made me fight strip gladiators and then presided over a gang bang excited me, but then we had both changed.