A week after my dealings with the new gamekeepers my body had just about fully recovered. It was late in the afternoon and I was out in the garden watering the lawn. My parents where out for the day shopping. I was daydreaming with the warm sun on my back. I was just wearing an old pair of waded rugby shorts, socks and old trainers.
A car pulled into the gravel driveway. The glint of the glass dazzled me. Quickly I turned off the hose and went to see who it was. As I walked up the garden I looked at the car. "Money!" I thought as I admired the sleek lines of an obviously expensive jet black sports car. A man slowly emerged from the darkened interior.
He smiled at me and raised his hand. He was a man in his late forties with close cropped gray hair, a close trimmed beard and mustache. He had hypnotic blue eyes and looked very stern in his black suit.
"Hi" I said, "how can I help you".
The man chuckled softly, "Its more what I can do for you young man he said". His eyes traveled up and down my body, a fixed grin on his face. I started to feel a bit nervous. " Your parents aren't in I guess" he said.
"No\205 but they'll be back soon" I added quickly.
"Well" the man said, "we had better get our business done quickly then". He pulled a brown envelope from his jacket pocket and laid it on the bonnet of the car. "Take a look boy".
I leaned across the bonnet of the car and picked up the envelope, what on earth was this all about? I reached into the envelope and pulled out the contents. It was photographs, they were a bit grainy, taken with a night camera, but clear enough. They were of me, a week ago sucking _c_o_c_k_ and being _f_u_c_k_ed brutally up the arse. While the faces of my assailants were not clear I was very recognizable. There were pictures of me naked sporting a hard erection, and tied legs spread and balls restrained to a tree. I dropped the pictures on the car and looked up shocked.
"Interesting aren't they" chuckled the man starring me straight in the eye. "Would your parents like a copy?"
"No way " I said, "you mustn't do that! How did you get these?"
I believe they were caught on night security cameras when you were out on your little\205..poaching trip" said the man moving round the car and standing behind me looking down at the pictures. "Your friends sent them to me for my amusement as they thought I might like to publish them in my specialized magazine."
Whispering in my ear he continued. "You show some promise in these pictures but I'm sure you could do better with a professional photographer like me! What's more as you were trespassing when these photos were taken I think you might want to perform for free if you don't want your parents to find out what you get up to!"
My mind was in a spin. What the hell was going on! A little 'innocent' poaching was spiraling out of control. What could I do? I turned round to face the man standing close behind me. His closeness forced me to arc my back over the car. I tried to look him in the eyes but the power of his stare and the evil grin on his face left me in no doubt that he was deadly serious. My eyes dropped, and I mumbled "what do you want sir, I can't let my parents see these pictures".
"Good decision boy, You will be at the big barn behind the gamekeepers cottage tonight at midnight. Your two friends have agreed with vigor to continue your lesson and I will be taking some photographs. First of all however I need to make some preparations." He looked around taking in the layout of the house. " Nice and secluded here, nice quiet village and the house Isn't overlooked by anyone". I grunted in resigned agreement "Get your kit off boy and stand with your hands behind your neck and your legs wide apart. DO IT NOW".
What could I do this man was holding all the cards. I knelt down on the gravel drive behind the car and started taking off my trainers and socks. A vision of my parents seeing the pictures now spread out on the bonnet of the car clouding all other thoughts. The man had opened the door of the car and brought out a battered black leather hold all. As he came back to my side of the car I dropped my shorts and stood naked in the sun with my legs trust far apart and my hands behind my neck.
"Yep, pretty fair body" said the man leaning back on the car. "First of all though we need to remove that scruff of hair on your chest and crutch" He removed a cutthroat razor from the leather bag. "Shouldn't need any lubricant as your already sweating like a horse!" He said as he went about stripping off the small amount of hair on my chest and stomach. The cold razor slid over my warm skin expertly removing all the hair that symbolized my recently achieved manhood. The touch of the cold razor and the touch of his warm hand sent shivers through me and there was nothing I could do as my _c_o_c_k_ started to come to attention. The man paid no attention as me cupped and then stretched my ball sack to ensure he removed all my pubic hair from above and around my _c_o_c_k_ and balls.
"OK boy now I need to do your arse. Can't have any hair obscuring the pictures I need to get of your hole being thoroughly and properly ploughed! Get up on the bonnet of the car and kneel doggy style with your legs wide apart." I did as I was told, what else could I do? the metal of the car was hot and slippery under my hands and widely spread knees. I was getting worried when would my parents get back? What if someone\205.anyone turned into the drive and saw what was going on. I was on the verge of tears but I was determined to see this out and get free of these blackmailing bastards!
At last the razor had finished its work. The mans hand slid up and down my arse crack, over my balls and _c_o_c_k_ then returning to my completely exposed hole. A finger jabbed viscously into my ring. "Nice and tight" he said, "not been _f_u_c_k_ed as often as you should have been I would say, still we'll try and put that to rights tonight". The finger was withdrawn without ceremony and behind me I heard the man rummaging in his bag again.
"Next boy we have to make sure that your attention does not wander before the 'shoot' tonight. I'm going to plug your butt, but first we need to make sure your good and clean inside. Go and fill this bag with water from your hose pipe and then come back here double quick!" He handed me a large rubber bag with a capacity of at least 2 gallons. Be quick boy and make sure you fill it right up and bring a large bucket as well! I ran down the garden to do the mans bidding as quickly as possible the sun was starting to set, my parents would be back soon! I grabbed a bucket from the toolshed and filled the bag as full as I could from the hose. The bag was very heavy as I staggered back to the car.
The man was still standing by the car now holding a small leather paddle in one hand and a long white tube in the other. "Right, back on the car boy same position as before. I obeyed automatically handing the heavy water bag to this stranger who had now mastered me completely. A greased enema nozzle was pushed deeply into my hole. I could feel a cold strong gush of water almost immediately. "Clench your hole tight now boy I don't want a drop spilt on my car! It'll take a little while to get a couple of gallons into you so I'm going to warm up your butt cheeks a little in preparation for your performance tonight." With that the paddle cracked down on my vulnerable arse fist one side then the other. Repeated blows accumulated to a hot fire of agony while the cold water stretched my insides. Somehow though my _c_o_c_k_ stayed as stiff as a board pressing hard and painfully on the underside of my belly. At last the blows stopped and the tube was pulled from my arse. "Right lean back on your knees and when I tell you push all that water out into the bucket". I felt the bucket being held against my butt. I was desperate to let it out. But the man said nothing moving one hand over my buttocks and occasionally prodding a finger viscously at my hole. My guts were cramping, I had to let go soon! At last the man gave me the order, and the water gushed into the bucket the relief was unspeakable.
"Back on your hands now boy. Time to have your plug fitted". The man brought a big black rubber butt plug out of his bag and held it up to my face. "Lick it good boy as your spit is the only lubrication this plug is going to get". I took as much of the plug into my moth as I could stretching my mouth wide as I could and using my tongue to cover the frightening plug with as much spit as possible.
The man returned behind me and with one hand spread my tortured arse cheeks while with the other he pushed the plug steadily home. Just as I was thinking my hole was going to split the plug narrowed and my hole clamped round the reduced diameter section. I was well and truly plugged!
"Right boy off the car and on your knees. Your nearly ready". Carefully I climbed down from the car and knelt in front of the man. My arse cheeks were still burning and my hole was spasming around the invading butt plug. "Before I go and set up the shoot I need a bit of relief, you are going to give me the best blowjob you've ever given". With that he pulled out a thick blunt _d_i_c_k_ from his suit trousers and waived it in my face. I moved forward with my moth opening automatically. He grabbed my hair with both hands and worked his _d_i_c_k_ in and out of my gapping mouth with quickening strokes. Now and again he pulled all the way out and slapped his powerful tool on either side of my face. There was no question of who was in charge here! "You will do well tonight boy, but there are a couple of things you must remember, do not dare to play with yourself between now and midnight and do not touch that plug in your arse. If you remember these things then your may have the negatives of the pictures on the car bonnet after tonight's session, if not\205..well I think you know!!". After a couple of minutes he pulled out of my aching throat and showered my face with hot white cum. He roughly rubbed it over my face and hair chuckling to himself the whole time.
"Get dressed boy" the man said tucking his _c_o_c_k_ back into his trousers. He packed up his things and swept the photos off the car onto the drive. "We'll see you later boy and make sure your on time". He got into his car, started it up and accelerated quickly up the drive and out through the gates. I dressed quickly and scrambled around on the drive to pick up the discarded photos. Finally I picked up the bucket with the dirty water and started off down the garden to dispose of it behind the shed, As I returned to the drive my parents car turned into the drive and wizzed past me of the way to the garage.
It wasn't over yet, the plug in my butt, my glowing arse, the scratchy feel of my shorts against my shaved crutch and the taste of cum in my mouth all reminded me of that. I was scared what the night would bring\205I was ashamed of how easily I had been mastered\205and yet my rock hard _c_o_c_k_ told a different story. I knew I would make my appointment with fate at midnight. How I wished I had never thought about poaching!
PART THREE SOON!