The Garden

The Garden -- by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]

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

Please note this is a little different to my previous efforts to entertain you but stay with it. I promise there will be sex, including Watersports, S&M, and Audience. But it may take a little while to get there at times.

Chapter One

Midsummer and the garden looked glorious if I said so to myself. It matched the weather to a T, everywhere blooms, trailing creepers, overhanging branches in just the right places for shade where required. Even the framework over the patio looked just right now, as I'd insisted, with variegated creepers covering the posts rather than roses that still allowed the sunshine through in dappled shades.

This was still one of my favourite jobs. When I considered its condition when taking over 3 years ago it hardly seemed possible this was the same place. Then it had been so overgrown you could hardly see the high walls surrounding it with the trees and shrubs that had not been touched for years. It was impossible for anything to grow beneath the overhangs and the ground was covered in years of dropped leaves and dead or dying plants.

Anyone could be proud of it now, and I was proud. One of my best jobs. The client was happy with it and recommended me elsewhere which had helped to build up my garden business. I was happy with it and always felt my heart lift when I unlocked the back gate and walked in, even in the winter. The high walls made the garden fully secluded, not overlooked from anywhere but I never felt it cramped, there was a feeling of freedom somehow and that was what had caused the situation I was openly walking into.

It was the extras the client had come to require that always tended to give me second thoughts. OK, I could be a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoyed sex. Somehow I was always randy which I put down to being out in the open most of the time, the physical work and my inclination to wear as minimal clothing as the weather would allow. Even so, over the past year he'd seemed to require a little more each time and today he'd suggested I bring a third helper, coloured if possible. Whilst I'd had no trouble in pulling Cal, who I knew was of a like mind to Jack and I, of another job for the day , I was still somewhat apprehensive as to my clients intentions for the day.

Ah well! The tax free envelope he always left out for me was a useful addition and so far I'd always enjoyed the extracurricular activities, admittedly sometime later rather than sooner. And I wouldn't like to give up servicing this garden; it really was one of my favourite calls. It had actually started last summer. I'd been contracted to sort out the garden a couple of years previously and after bringing in everyone I could lay my hands on for a week we'd managed to clear, cut and remove sufficient extraneous growth to show what could be accomplished with it. Then I'd had a long conversation with the client, the result being over the following couple of years I spent days at a time, usually with Jack to assist, building beds and planting, laying a patio with benches and a wood frame just outside the French doors to his sitting room, and finally deciding on a paved area to replace the effort at a lawn that had never really taken off. Installing a fountain and some very large pots for various grasses had finished the effort leaving both myself and the client happy with the finished product. The upshot of all this being I was awarded a contract to maintain the garden and almost a free hand to make any alterations or additions I felt necessary. I only wish more clients had that faith in me.

Then, toward the end of last summer, that feeling of freedom had caught me out. I had Jack with me, he usually dealt with his own calls having helped me out since I started up and now a minor partner in our slowly growing business. But he was as proud of the transformation here as myself and would usually accompany me when other calls allowed. That morning there was little to do, just a couple of trays of bedding plants, a little trimming and tidying and then a quick water and hose down of the patio and slabs. That's when it happened.

Usually when the client was in the sliding doors would be at least part open and the blinds set to allow light into his sitting room. Then, when the work was finished I'd pop my head round the door for a quick chat often accompanied by a drink before going on home. I always tried to arrange it so I had no further calls for the day after servicing this garden but that day the door and blinds were closed and when Jack playfully sprayed me with the hose I went for him thinking the client was out. Jack and I went clubbing and played together quite often, he was a good dom to my sub and we'd found that if we'd been unable to score putting on a bit of a show when closing time was approaching could be a good way to raise interest elsewhere when we split as the lights went up.

As I've said that garden gave one a sense of freedom one seldom experienced outdoors in the daylight and as our near naked bodies grappled, my wet one and his, at first, dry, I felt a quick erection raise in his shorts shortly matched with my own.

'God! You're randy today,' I said.

'Lost out last night,' was his reply, 'Go down on it.'

As our grappling and clutching turned tenderer he put his face to mine and as our lips met his tongue darted at my teeth. I glanced quickly at the windows; the blinds and door were still closed.

'Go down on me,' he repeated, 'He's out and wouldn't care less anyway.' I was not so sure about that last. We'd discussed several times if my client was gay. No firm decision either way. He was single but no other signs apart from possibly a large oil of a discrete male nude above his fireplace, but then neither of us were, I'm sure, obvious either. I was five foot nine to Jack's six foot one. We both had reasonably well developed bodies, mine fair, short cropped light hair and almost hairless body which I complimented by shaving my six inch cock and balls. Jack was altogether darker, his black curls showed off his darker complexion, sprinkling of hair over his chest, starting again just above his belly button and running down to his groin to surround a thick seven and half inches. Even so, I'd made it a point never to mix business with pleasure, well, not as far as clients were concerned. Some of my earlier jobs had been for gay friends who often seemed to think that a quick fuck was sufficient payment for putting a day's work in on their gardens. Now I made it clear that while a fuck may be on the cards I also expected to be paid for my labours and so never indulged in both at the same time. However, the client did seem to be out and both of our now throbbing erections were demanding attention. The fact that Jack had pulled slightly away from my body and had started to work on my nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling at them may have had something to do with it and my shorts were wet and needed to be rung out as well.

Reaching down I released the belt on my shorts and with a wriggle dropped them to my feet. Another quick adjustment and my cock and balls were pulled over the top of the jock I usually wore under shorts. My hands moved to the front of the sports shorts John usually wore. I could feel his cock straining at the material, its heat almost strong enough to burn as he pushed his body against my hand.

'Get down there and service it,' I playfully squeezed the throbbing member, 'I said get down on your knees.' One hand lightly slapped my face and the other my swinging cock, this a little harder. He knew just how to get me in the mood and how far he could go.

I knelt down in front of him, slipping my jock and shorts fully off in the process. My cock now fully freed from any restriction now sprang up to slap against my stomach. There was no way it would go down before it got release but I knew that wouldn't happen just yet. I placed my hands on the elastic waist of John's shorts and pulled them sharply down to his ankles making him gasp as the waist of the shorts caught momentary on his aroused cock.

He grabbed hold of my head and forced it toward his bulging cotton slip. It was of course damp with sweat and I could clearly see his throbbing cock poking its head above the waist band attempting to escape, his full balls hanging ominously low, full of cum. He forced my face into his crotch and I inhaled the sweet smell of fresh sweat and body odours, his dark curly hairs above the waist band scratching at my forehead.

'If we had a lawn I'd fuck your arse,' he said, 'As it is I'll just have to make do with your mouth. You better be ready 'cause I've got a full load here needing release.'

I placed my hands on the waistband of his slip and pulled it slightly down allowing his cock to escape slightly but still trapping his balls which I grabbed and fondled lightly. He moaned slightly and grasping my head again pulled it forward, 'Lick it. Lick it clean. Get it out and lick it fully.'

I twisted my head to hold his cock against his stomach with my mouth while I used my hands to free his balls from the slip, pulling it down to his ankles to join his shorts, then straightening up pulled slightly on his balls causing his cock to stand out proud as I licked it up and down, first one side and then the other.

'I can't take much of this, I hope you're ready. Open that mouth for a real man's cock.'

I knelt back slightly, my back against the wall of a raised flower .bed, I could smell the damp soil, the slight scent of the pansies we'd just been planting and in front of my face the intoxicating aroma of a man, clean fresh sweat, aroused and emitting sufficient pheromones to fill my nose and readjust my thinking. The effect was momentarily as potent as poppers. I partly opened my mouth.

Jack held my head firmly in both hands and pushed his cock a couple of inches into my mouth where I used my teeth to nibble on it slightly whilst adjusting my head and body ready for what I expected to come next, using my own muddy hands now on my nipples.

I dare not touch my screaming cock as I knew it was so close to firing that the slightest pressure would probably send it off and the discomfort of my abused nipples helped to take my mind elsewhere.

'You better be ready cause here we go,' said Jack,' I've no intention of prolonging this today.' That was all the warning I got to open my teeth as he plunged his cock fully down my throat, almost back out and then plunged in again. In and out, in and out. He was really worked up, there had been no suggestion earlier he felt so randy, but then I'd felt no more so than normal either. There really was something about this garden.

I had little time to ponder on that as he continued to rapidly fuck my face and throat, holding my head slightly back in a grip I would have trouble to escape from, even if I'd wanted to. There was no escape from his engorged hot throbbing weapon as he rapidly rammed it up and down my throat,

my fingers were nipping and pulling tighter and harder at my nipples, I just wished there was someone else around to torture them so I could place all that was left of my mind to the task of servicing the cock in my mouth.

Jack was starting to sweat again now with the effort of fucking my face in the hot sun and his thick pubic hair was sticking to his body with that and the saliva that escaped from my mouth each time he slammed his groin against my face.

I could feel the judders starting to run through his cock as he built up speed, 'Grip it tighter boy. Here comes lunch.'

With that he stuck his fingers into what there was of my hair and slammed my body back against the wall as he started to shoot straight down my gullet. Wham! Wham! Wham! He really did have a load on, I had trouble not to choke, it flooded back into my mouth as he pulled out and finished off by quickly wanking over my face, enough to easily mark each cheek before he slowed down and the final drops fell against my chest.

Regaining his breath he looked down at my massively erect cock. 'You've not come yet?'

'I didn't dare touch it, I'd have shot too soon,' was my reply.

'Stand up.' as i stood he wiped his dripping hand over my face, gathering the cum running down my cheeks and out of my mouth and then spitting into the mix placed his hand round my cock. 'Stand still.'

With one hand gripping my cock he used the other to slap my arse. When that got little response apart from a deep breath he slapped it harder and again and again. That's all it took. My body commenced swaying back and forth, my cock sliding in his tight cum and spit filled hand and my arse backing on to his other hand as it continued to slap my backside harder and harder.

I was getting close. 'Do it harder,' I begged, 'Slam those balls about, make them hurt, make me feel it.'

He knew me well enough to oblige. As my body bent backwards and I rested my hands on top of the wall round the flower bed he wanked my cock harder and harder, banging my balls around, making them bruise as they swung between my legs.

'Yes! Yes!' I stretched my body out as far as possible, the tension and mild pain got me off. 'God! Oh Yes!'

I shot, again and again. My balls held a fuller load than I'd expected, maybe the circumstances had something to do with it, I don't know. I just knew I'd had sex, really had sex, even if I had only given Jack a blow job.

It took me several minutes to get my senses back together. My body seemed to be covered by cum and muddy marks so I used the hose for a quick rinse down and stayed naked as we cleared up to allow my body to dry off somewhat.

After dressing with my still damp shorts I took the monthly account to the French windows and slid the envelope half through as usual. Good thing the client had been out I thought. What we'd just done would be quick way to lose an job if not a visit from the Police to boot. I couldn't have been more wrong!

Chapter Two

I don't know why we did it. Well OK, that's a lie anyway, but Jack joined me again the following week to make the call. I suppose we both had an idea in the back of our minds and seeing the blinds and doors closed as we entered only helped to firm up our ideas. It was another glorious day and it only took just over an hour to undertake the required work.

When I connected the hose prior to watering and washing down Jack came up beside me and suddenly undid and pulled my shorts down. I checked the door and windows were still closed and required little extra urging. Once again the feelings of sunshine on my body, being in the open but fully secure due to the walls and, I will admit, already being half aroused by remembering last week had the required effect.

He stripped off then and, leaving our clothing and trainers on the patio returned to the main garden where I continued to move round the flower beds, watering carefully under the plants due to the sun still being quite high and in some cases direct on the plants and shrubs.

The feeling of warm flagstones on my feet, the air able to access my body everywhere without interference, the sight of Jack in the same condition, all had the expected effect and my partial erection was soon replaced by a full one. It was a strange feeling, gardening fully nude. I never did wear much this time of year but this was something else entirely. I felt more than just randy, I can't really explain it. I'd been naked plenty of times with an audience of more than one, in the club, in the woods, a few times even at home, but this was somehow different. No audience unless I counted Jack but still different. A difference I enjoyed to tell the truth.

Jack finished his weeding and came over, 'Turn the hose off. I've got something else to get you wet.'

He placed his muddy hands on my nipples, pinching and pulling until I gasped, then moved them down to my erect cock sliding a trail of wet mud all the way down and round my balls. 'Kneel down,' I knew what he wanted and shook my head. He responded as I knew he would, first slapping my face side to side then moving down and slapping at my cock causing it to knock first against one thigh and then the other while my balls swung and knocked accordingly.

When it became too much I knelt submissively, my head bowed. It only took Jack a moment and then a steaming hot stream of acrid piss flowed over my bowed head and down my face and body. It stopped.

'Lift your head and open your mouth.' I shook my head. As I expected he proceeded to slap my now wet face again from side to side until I did as he said when he let go another stream, this time aimed straight at my open mouth. Again he stopped.

'Now lay down on your back, legs apart. Not wide enough as he roughly kicked them wider and placed one foot on my erect cock and balls pressing slightly. 'Pity they're not strapped, then I could really make you yell, `he said as he applied pressure to my balls, squashing them against the flagstones and letting go another stream of piss to cover my body from head to groin.

The stream finally finished but his foot remained, periodically applying and removing pressure on my balls. By now I was writhing around trying to get away from the pain but being turned on by it at the same time, as Jack knew full well I would. It turned him on as well, forcing and hurting me a little, that's why we got on so well on the occasional times we played together.

'Get up. I'm going to rape your arse.' Of course I didn't and he reached down, his hands behind my neck, and pulled me too my feet. 'I told you to get up,' and he proceeded to slap my cock from side to side again, then grabbing my balls pulled my up the garden to the patio where he slammed my body against one of the cross posts level with my stomach, my head and shoulders drooping toward the ground.

I'd glanced quickly at the windows and thought for a moment I saw one of the slats part open but when I blinked my eyes and looked again they were all closed fully, as were the doors. Wrapping my arms round my ankles I waited for Jack to do his worse. I knew full well he could. Under different circumstances he could leave me requiring assistance to stand or even walk for a few moments, but I realised he couldn't go as far here as had been known when we had an audience. We had neither the time nor equipment. 'Pity there's no rings on this frame. It would be just right to suspend you from.' He slapped my arse a few times, 'Open your legs wider. We need some oil in there.'

Had he planned this sufficiently to bring some lube? No. I felt a thin flexible spout slowly inserted up my arse followed by a couple of short spurts of a thickish liquid inside my bowels. As he withdrew the spout I guessed he was using the oil can I'd brought in to use on the shears. This was the first time I'd had standard machine oil used as a lube. Next I felt one finger, shortly followed by another. I knew it was one from each hand. He really liked to pull my arse lips apart and dig and twist inside to make sure I really felt him abuse my hole.

'If you'd been wearing a belt today I'd have taken that to you, really made you yell.' Oh he loved it when he made me yell rather than grunt or groan. When we got that deeply into a scene almost anything could happen, and it had a few times. I was glad not to be wearing a belt. We still had some sense and this was not the place for a prolonged session. By now he was really going to town inside my arse, two fingers from each hand, pushing and twisting, making me moan and wriggle and he knew I was ready for him. Well as ready as my tight arse ever would be. His fingers withdrew to be replaced by the feeling of his hot cock pressing slightly against the lips of my arse. His body lay over mine as his hands appeared in front of my face. I could smell my arse on his fingers but luckily he remembered they were also covered in machine oil and just clasped his hands tightly round my head.

'Here goes.' He pushed halfway in. Gripping my head tighter for purchase he then forced himself in fully this time forcing me to yell out, even if I managed to keep the volume down. As my head flew up I was sure the window blinds flickered again but a quick second look and they were hanging straight. There must be a window open in the house causing a draught.

I felt his balls come up against mine as they were crushed against the post as he wriggled around inside me to make sure he couldn't get in any deeper. Then his hands slid down to my nipples and he nipped and twisted them as his hot cock slid slowly back and forth in my arse. He loved it when I was in a little pain, even more so when he could watch someone else inflict it on me.

'Pity there's none here to fuck that mouth of yours, that would keep you silent.'

I couldn't help it, as he forced his weapon back and forth making it hurt as much as possible my mouth was grunting and moaning and yelping. Each time he rammed in my balls got bashed against the post and as he pulled back his fingers tightened on my nipples. I really needed poppers and told him so.

'I won't be long enough for that. I close to cumming right now. This is really turning me on.'

Jack left my nipples alone after a quick slap and moved his hands to my shoulders where he griped tightly and speeded up his thrusting in my arse.

He was ramming in faster and faster, harder and harder. My breath was being forced in and out in gasps; I didn't have time to inhale fully. I could feel his hot throbbing cock engorge as he thrust in as hard as possible forcing me to yell again as my balls were jammed against the post and he shot stream after stream of boiling hot man juice up my hole. He just stayed fully in for a few moments letting his cock blast of time after time as he just wriggled it around.

Pulling out with a plop I felt the usual sensation of loss as well as relief and just slumped over the post trying to regain my breath and senses.

'Stand up.'

As I slowly did so he turned me round and held my arms by the wrists above my head. 'Grab hold of that beam.' I could just grasp it, my arms fully stretched.

He knocked my feet further apart and slapped at my cock. I could feel his load escaping from my arse and dribbling down my legs accompanied with odd pops of wind..

'Mustn't waste it. He put his open hand behind me running it up my legs and then held the result to my mouth. 'Open up.' He slapped my face with his other hand before I'd had time to shake my head and I opened wide for him to scrape the result over my lips and in my mouth. Another handful was applied to my bruised cock which he started to wank long and hard. My tender balls were swinging and banging around as he started into my eyes.

'Oh Yes! I can see that hurts. Good. I wish I had some weights to hang from those balls. Or a strap to use on your arse.' I knew just how much he enjoyed seeing the pain being inflicted on my body reflected in my eyes.

He really knew how to turn me on. The idea alone took me over the edge and I yelled again, this time from relief as my cock released its load into his other hand. As fast as I shot he caught it and raised his hand to my mouth, rubbing it off against my lips.

Finally I hung by my hands from the post, my cock just quivering as he milked it to an end then wiping his hands over my face, ' Go and lay down again, you need to be washed down.'

I stumbled back to the flagstones and lay on my back, arms and legs stretched wide. As he sprayed me down with another load of piss my own bladder let go leaving me soaked all over as I lay in a pool of dirty piss.

Jack went to pick up the hose and I stood to be quickly washed down before he attacked the mess on the flags. As I walked back to the patio to collect our shorts and trainers I was sure the blinds on the window flickered again but as before, when I took a closer look they were fully closed. Ah well I thought. If the client had been in I'm sure we'd be run of the property by now and I would have lost one of my best contracts. I mentioned this to Jack as we pulled pants and shorts onto our wet bodies. 'Well! He certainly would have got na show if he'd been in but we better not risk it again.'

I agreed and we tidied up and went on our way. It was a couple of days before I discovered the flickering blinds had not been my imagination.

Chapter Three

A couple of days later a cheque arrived in the post from the client to settle the previous months account. There was also another envelope included and I opened it to find five £10 notes and a message. 'Just a little bonus for the floor show. Please make sure to come next week as per norm. To set your mind at rest I don't need to touch you- just watch. Alone would be nice'

I just didn't know what to do. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. So that wasn't a draught in the house causing the blinds to flicker. I had trouble keeping my mind on my work that day, luckily it was just a couple of calls for grass cutting and edging. Even so, some of the edging wasn't quite up to my usual standards.

When Jack got back to the yard that night I talked it over with him, I really didn't know what to do.

'He's probably just a dirty old man who can't get it up any more,' was his first response.

'No,' I replied. It had slipped my mind that Jack had never met the client. 'He's about mid thirty, some ten years older than us. Not really bad looking really. Decent body from what I've seen cropped hair but not as short as mine, suits him though.'

'Oh! Sounds as if you fancy him.' was Jack's response.

'No. Not my type at all. And he says he only wants to watch anyway but you know I never mix businesses with play.'

'Well what have we been doing the past couple of weeks then.'

'That's different,' I replied. 'I really don't want to lose the contract. I suppose I'll just have to go and see what happens. After all after the show we must have put on for him there can't be much he hasn't seen. At least he wants me to call as usual and after this note he couldn't cause trouble if I just walk out'

'I can't come with you next week anyway,' Jack said as he read the note again. There's that new contract you took on. I've booked the others for that day so we can get on top of it if you'd bothered to check the diary.'

Checking diary's had been the last thing on my mind that day. The others consisted of one full time and a couple of part time lads. I knew Cal was gay having seen him a few times in the club though we'd never had more than a fumble and never mentioned it at work. I had my suspicions about the two part timers as well but that was another story.

The upshot of all this found me the following week hesitantly parked outside the gate to my favourite garden. I had my usual old rugby shorts on with a jock to which for some reason I'd added a sleeveless T-shirt. I don't know why but it made me feel more fully dressed. I was trying to tell myself not to be stupid, to go in and get it over with, one way or another.

I realised I was embarrassed. That was stupid. That wasn't the first time I'd been part of a show. I just had to get it over with. Either I'd still have a contract or I wouldn't. It seemed he liked what he' seen. I knew he wasn't the only customer who took sly glances at my body anyway, he was just more forward about it.

Finally I took a couple of sniffs from the poppers I'd had the forethought to bring with me that morning and soon after 2.00pm I put my key into the door and opened it to a new scene. The garden was the same, just as expected, not really needing another call so soon but the client liked it kept neat. Today the blinds and sliding doors were both open but that was more the norm anyway. He was more often in than out, sitting at his desk in front of the window. I'd never given it much thought before, you couldn't see through the blinds into the shade unless right up close anyway. It all looked so familiar -- but different.

I walked slowly, very slowly, towards the doors. Standing apprehensively just outside, he called out, 'It's OK. Come in please.'

I stepped just inside the shady room. 'Come right in. Don't worry, whatever happens you've still got the contract for my garden if you want it. I wouldn't like to lose your company. It is your company isn't it? I just wondered after the lovely show you put on the last couple of weeks.'

'Yes,' I replied, 'Jacks got a very small share in it. It's just when we play the situation changes.'

'Well. I'd like very much for you to continue as before but I'd like it even more if the view from this window could be as interesting for me as the last couple of weeks. Have a look on that tray beside you and tell me if you think the contents could be of use.'

I looked down on the side table by my legs. There was a white envelope, some KY, a butt plug, a dildo, cock and balls straps and a couple of weights. A large bottle of fizzy orange and also to my surprise a bottle of poppers.

'Open the envelope and read the note,'he said.

I opened it to find another sheath of five ten pound notes and a sheet of paper. It read, ' I don't want to touch you or anything, just to watch. I've always enjoyed watching you out there. The enclosed bonus is for you anyway. If you feel inclined to oblige me then please make appropriate use of the items on this tray as you attend to my garden.. I could hear your conversation last week and hope I'm correct in feeling you may oblige me. If not then please continue as before and I won't mention it again. I won't discuss these arrangements with you again except maybe the odd suggestion, just put a note out like this for you to accept or otherwise as you wish. By the way I am not concerned as to how dirty you get.'

Well you couldn't get more straight forward than that. For a few moments I really didn't know how to react. I was shocked, at first, to tell the truth. Then I realised that my cock had no such problems. It definitely knew how to react, in fact painfully so against my shorts. So I decide to hell with it. The cash bonus was nice but I think I'd probably have obliged him anyway.

I picked up the tray without a word and returned to the garden, placing in on the wall of a raised flower bed.

How was I going to pull this off. I wanted to give him a good show, or rather my cock did and as usual my brain followed my cock when it got in this state. He wanted more than just me doing his garden in the nude that much was obvious from the contents of the tray. As I stood up I took a sly glance at his window. As I'd half expected the room was in full shadow and I couldn't see him through the open blinds. But he could see me, almost where ever I went and whatever I did.

'Well stupid,' I said to myself, 'Start somewhere.'

That part was easy. I pulled my T over my head without a pause. Then turning my back on him I used the opportunity to take a quick sniff of poppers before undoing the fastenings on my shorts and allowing them to fall to the ground, giving him a good view of my arse when bending down to collect them. Turning round to face the window I thought, 'Why not?' and removed my jock finally allowing my cock the freedom it was dying for.

Another sniff of poppers cancelled out some more inhibitions. Jack had always said he could turn me into a real slut if he fed me enough poppers and as mentioned before he really did know what strings to pull when we played.

Well the chances were I could do anything I felt like, after all Jack and I hadn't left much out last week. I decided to try and ignore the client, just attend to the garden but have fun on my own at the same time. Crouching down slowly, sideways on to the window I greased the butt plug and shoved it slowly up my arse. It had a thin strap attached that I realised followed round to fasten just across my cock. Then I stood up, picked up the cock and ball strap and fitted it round my equipment. It made my balls dangle and my cock stand proud even more. Then I thought I should get on with my work anyway, but bearing in mind what he'd said earlier decided to water the beds before weeding and trimming them. Collecting a hose from the shed I got on with the watering, and then followed up with my normal weeding and trimming. The difference being I was doing it in reverse order than normal, water first so my hands got really dirty from the wet soil, and was also stark naked with a plug up my arse and straps round my cock and balls. Also, each time my hands got dirty in the wet soil instead of brushing them against each other I wiped them over my body.

Looking down at myself some time later when nearly finished, I was really streaked with mud from ankles to chest; probably face as well by the feel of things. Putting my tools away, just leaving the hose out and connected I made use of the poppers again before walking back toward the window, stopping around ten foot away, just short of the patio so still on the flags. I had a full bladder by now and was hoping he liked that as much as I did and working round the garden all this time dressed, or rather undressed, and as I was, had by now relaxed my cock somewhat, whilst working the other way on my brain. Yes. I was randy. At least I was more comfortable with my situation.

Opening my legs wide I attached the first weight to my balls letting him see my grimace as I allowed it to drop slightly. My body really wanted more now than I'd be able to supply on my own but I decided to go with it. Attacking the poppers again I turned and walked round the garden again as if inspecting my work, all the time keeping my legs slightly apart so the weight swung back and forth as I moved.

Returning to the same place I lay on my back, the warm flagstones actually drawing some of the heat from my body. The sun had been hotter than I'd realised and I lay there cooling slightly willing my cock to go right down. Just as I thought I'd have to remove the straps and butt plug I felt it give, there really was some pressure built up. Reaching down I used two fingers to grab it just as the piss started to stream. The volume was more than I'd realised and there was no problem aiming the stream up to my face before the pressure died and finished soaking my chest and stomach.

Using my hands to wipe myself all over I remained where I was and lifting and parting my legs reached down to remove the butt plug, replacing it with the dildo. Another blast of poppers and I was really getting into the scene. Keeping my arse toward the window I fucked myself with the dildo, using my other hand to nip and twist my nipples. I couldn't hold out much longer.

Standing up I replaced the dildo with the butt plug making sure my face was toward the window so he could see it clench as the plug went in, then attached the second weight to the ball strap. I needed poppers after that.

I stood for a few moments, legs wide apart, then using my hands to wipe mud and piss all over my face and body started to flex my body so the weights were swinging back and forth. He should have no problem in noticing the strain they were under.

My cock was now throbbing, wanting release. I reached down for the dildo, shoving it in my mouth, gripping it with my teeth, then went to work on both slippery nipples. Reaching down with one hand to my cock I noticed the mud had caused it to dry out somewhat in the sunshine. I spit the dildo from my mouth and gathering a mouth full of spit bent my head and allowed it to dribble onto my cock and balls. That was better. Keeping the weights swinging I stated to wank myself, harder and harder, gathering spit and allowing to drop over my chest using the other hand now to rub it in. I was on fire now. I didn't care if he was watching. That's a lie. I did care. I wanted him to watch. To enjoy seeing my body, I was quite proud of my body.

Swing those weights, work those nipples, wank that cock. I wanted him to see my body in pain, covered in mud and piss and spit. Wanted him to enjoy it. To leave the orders for me to obey. To see me while I couldn't see him.

God! I shot. Only just managed to get my other hand down in time to catch it, quickly wiping over my face and mouth before down to catch the next lot.

Allowing the weights to swing to a stop I kept on shooting. Shot after shot. This was one of the best. I loved it. And all by myself. I really could be a slut at times.

Using the hose for a quick rinse down of self and toys and flagstones I used my T for a quick dry and replaced my jock, shorts and trainers. As I placed the tray with the clients items just outside his window came his voice, 'That was very nice. I do hope you will indulge me again sometime.'

Did I want to do this again? Could I?

I knew the answer was yes.