Curiosity killed the cat 1

Author: Farmerslave
Title: Curiosity killed the cat
Date: 27 December 2016

The open countryroad was ahead of me, the sun was hidden behind a few heavy grey clouds, and to be honest the weather copied my mood quite nicely. I looked back at the last couple of years with great regret, I was 25 years old, and i had worked in a Bank in Covent Garden in London since i graduated three years ago. Actually I was doing well, and on a fast track to a great career, considered that i was a simple farm boy from Manchester. But as every person knows living in London doesn't come cheap, and my designer suits certainly didn't pay for themselves. I handled huge amounts of money every single day, and my customers were stupid, entitled bitches and idiots who never worked a day in there lives. So I came up with a genius method of skimming small amounts from customers accounts in to an account of my own. I didn't take much, but just enough so i could keep a nice flat, and allow myself a few luxuries. But after a couple of months an internal audit was held at my branch, and after a day or two, my manager came to my desk, looking anything but satisfied. To make a long story short, i was charged and found guilty of embezzlement and theft. But the bank didn't want it all made public, so it was all handled very discreetly. I had to sell my flat, and because of the property market in London i made a nice profit that almost covered what i owed. But my license was revoked and i was prohibited from working in the financial sector ever again.

So in a matter of four weeks i went from being a rising star in a bank, to be a homeless looser with no prospects. I did my best to find another job, but nobody wanted to hire a guy who embezzled the last place he was employed. After a couple of weeks i got rather desperate, so i searched the web for jobs, even outside of London. Almost every ad, mentioned that the applicant needed to present a clean record, except one as a farm hand in bloody Cornwall. I didn't see myself as a farmer, I grew up on a dairy farm in Manchester, but hated the work, it was filthy and smelled disgusting, and the pay wasn't great. But due to the fact i didn't have a choice i called the guy. He said he didn't want to interview me over the phone, so if i wanted i could come by. I explained that I loved in London and the drive was at least 225 miles. The guy just laughed and said then stay away city boy, and then he hung up. Well i could afford to be a chooser, so the next day I got in my car and drove off to Cornwall.

The drive was long, and the rainy weather didn't make the journey more enjoyable. But ever second on the road got me closer. I hated my car, I had to trade in my Mercedes SLK when I had to pay back the money to the bank, so all i could afford was this old ratty Toyota Corolla. But then again this crappy 1,3 l rust bucket was more economic to drive than my 3,2 l V6 highway cruiser. After about four hour drive i turned of the country road onto a dirt road leading to the farm. The farm was very isolated at the end of this two mile long dirt road. After a turn by a small wood i could see the buildings, it looked very well kept, and quite idyllic. I parked by the house, and stepped out of the car, the smell of cows was quite overwhelming. I assumed the farmer would be inside for lunch, after all the clock was only just past 12.00. I walked to the door and knocked, but nobody answered. I knocked again, still no response. I opened the door and looked inside, it also smelled of cows in the hallway, jackets hang on their hooks on the wall, and there were boots on the floor. Hello i shouted, but nobody answered. I closed the door, and turned around. Well i might as well look around, perhaps the farmer was in the stables, or the barn. I walked over to the stables, they were very modern, and he clearly had way more than a 100 cows. But the farmer was still nowhere to be seen. I walked around a little watching my every step, my Gucci shoes wasn't made for the muddy grounds. I started raining again, so i stepped into the barn, everything inhere was very neat the floor was swept and the machinery parked straight. I looked around, and the farmer was probably in the fields because there was no tractor and there was an open space between a plow and a baler. The barn was quite large, and from the opening, i could only see perhaps a third of it. I walked inside and looked around. The farmer was obviously a perfectionist. Every piece of machinery was properly cleaned and oiled, so it wouldn't rust. In the middle of the barn he had his grain storage, and also here was everything clean and tidy. The far end of the barn was way darker than the rest of to, because there wasn't any roof lights in that section. I couldn't really see, and i was just about to turn around as I saw a light switch on the wall. I flicked it and the the area was bathed in light. My jaw almost hit the floor. In the middle of the open space was a very sturdy wood construction, i walked closer and looked at it. It was a very medieval pillory made of solid oak. It was open, and the top plank stood directly up in the air. An open padlock hang on the bottom part. I started raining more heavily, and the drops sounded like pistolshots on the roof. I felt me dick harden, i had always fantasized about being locked in a pillory, or just heavy chains. I looked around and on the floor around the pillory, lots of different things was scattered. There were whips, paddles, rope, chains, and a lot of heavy rubber clothing. I could feel my cock grew hard as a rock, and i felt myself shiver a little of pure sexual lust.

I looked at my watch, it was barely one, and if the farmer was in the field it may be hours before he would return. So perhaps i could try out some of his stuff, and just put it back before he returned. I would probably never get that kind of opportunity again. Before i even thought it through i was half naked. I started browsing through the gear, and i started with af heavy rubbersuit. He had several, this one was the thickest one, about four mm thick and with attached socks of the same rubber, and he even had it in three different sizes. I picked out a medium, and it was tight. On the floor was a bottle of lube i smeared myself with it, and with a lot of strength and determination i got the suit up, and over my shoulders. The zipper in the front was going to be hard to close, because of the snug fit. I tried pressing my throbbing penis inside the suit and pull up the zipper. I started sweating, but i kept on working the zipper. Finally i got it closed, the neck opening had a bent down collar part, I didn't understand what this was for, until i found a hood, made of the same material. This had the same collar and it could be sliced into the collar of the suit and then when the hood is closed i won't be able to come apart. I started putting on the hood, and get the collars together. I zipped it shut, and felt it tightening around my head. I realized I had closed my eyes, to enhance the feeling. But now when I opened my eyes I realized the hood had blackened lenses. With made my vision very limited. I loved the feeling, I felt like I was only a stroke away from ejaculation.

Next item on the floor was a pair of very heavy rubberwaders. I picked them up, and thought what the hell. I stuck my feet into the boots and pulled up the waders, and tightened the suspenders. I walked around in the horny suit, and i massaged my dick through the heavy rubber. I was just about to shoot my load when i suddenly stepped on something. I looked down and realized it was a kind of gag harness. I picked it up, and pressed the gag into my mouth. It was a long gag and it went to the back of my mouth, so i had to focus to keep myself from gagging. I fastened the straps behind my head. I found another strap going around my head clamping my jaw shut. I smiled to myself and fastened this one as well. I tried talking, and hearing my own grunts made my cock leak precut and other juices. I was so fucking horny. I kneeled down and started massaging my raging cock. I was just about to push it over the edge, when i saw the silhouette of the pillory. It would be great to try it. And what could it hurt? The padlock was open. I godt up and walked to the pillory i took the padlock, and put it on the floor. Then i tried putting my wrists and neck into the right curves. I started shivering even more, this position was insanely vulnerable - and horny. I pulled down the top plank, and i felt the weight of it on my neck. My left hand was already useless. I looked down and saw the padlock on the floor. What the hell i thought. I lowered my head and felt the pillory lock my right hand as well. But the heavy rubber kept getting caught between the two planks, and not making it a perfect seal. I worked on it for a couple of minutes, and finally the planks got perfectly together and a small click was heard. I rush of fear rushed over me, and i tried to lift the top. But it didn't move. No i said mpfgh was what i heard. I panicked and fought like a bull on a chain. But the pillory was a sturdy construction and it didn't even creak. How stupid could i be, I didn't even check the lockingmechanism before trying it on. My horniness was effectively killed, i was about to be found by the farmer, wearing his gear, locked in his pillory. This could not get any more embarrassing.

Minutes passed as i stood there locked in gear in the heavy pillory. My knees started to ache, as did my back. The position obviously wasn't very ergonomic. I moaned in my misery, and suddenly my lust came back, i was so turned on by my vulnerable state. If a guy came along and found me like this, and fucked me just because he could. I tried moving to make my dick rub against the suit. But i couldn't make it work for me. I was in a state of sensory hell, i was so frustrated, but horny as hell, and on top of it somewhat amused by being in this situation. I dont know how many hours passed, but it felt like forever, and my back was very tired, and the pressure of the planks started to hurt on my wrists. Suddenly i heard a tractor pull up to the farm. I heard a guy yell Hello. I assumed it was the farmer. I didn't want to yell out, he should come and find me himself. I heard him open the door to my car, and go into his house. Then i heard him drive the tractor into the barn. I heard the engine being shut off. Hello he yelled again, I stayed quite.

Then i heard him start another machine, probably the small skidsteer loader. Damn it now he will start the stable work, and i would be trapped here for hours. Because then he wouldn't be able to hear me. I started screaming in my gag, but he didn't hear me. I heard the loader leave the barn. I started cursing to myself, i could hear the loader in the stables, but the suddenly i heard it come nearer he drove into the barn and slowed down the engine. I started screaming again, and suddenly in heard him yell Hello. I screamed in my gag again. I heard footsteps coming closer, and then stop. I couldn't see him because the door was behind me. What the hell, the voice said. I grunted in my gag and wrestled against the pillory. The guy started laughing HAHAHA, there is a rat in the trap. He came closer. the smell of cows was all around him. I grunted again. Well, you look great in that he said, and slapped my exposed ass. I grunted in my gag. Who are you he said? I started grunting again. Never mind he laughed. He picked up the padlock from the floor and placed it in the pillory. I protested but it didn't stop him. Then he went to my feet, i felt him putting a manacle around my left foot. I tried kicking him, but he continued and fastened my feet to the pillory, so every resistance was taken from me. Well you need to pay rent for trying out my gear he said. He unzipped a zipper by my ass. Well you are quite a hottie he said and slapped my ass. Then he lubed my hole, and pressed in a dildo. I grunted and moaned, because its been a while since someone had fucked me. I felt the dildo start vibrating, and i felt my horniness come back. But the guy just zipped the suit shut and looked me into the eyes and said. I will be back, but know i have some cows that needs milking. I protested as best i could, but in that second the vibrating dildo pushed me over the edge, and i shot a huge load into the rubbersuit. The guy laughed as he walked away.