Gardening chores Part 1

Author: tantalus
Title: Gardening chores: part 1
Date: 04 June 2007

Part 1 : meeting Vincent and Nicolas

Gavin & I lived in the London suburbs. I worked in central London as an accountant, one of many in the finance department of the headquarters of a large company. The work was boring and repetitive; the pay was reasonable but the hours were long. Each evening I arrived home stressed from work and the journey. My escape from all this drudgery was the garden. I enjoyed the planning and placing of new plants, cutting the grass, even the weeding; this was the only exercise I took. Why did I continue to pay the gym memberships fees? I hardly went there, these days it was too much effort to go before or after work. Gavin was much luckier; he worked from home organising publicity for multi-national clients. His skills as a linguist meant that he could pick and chose whom he worked for. We both enjoyed our holidays away from work and chose either France or a beach holiday for the sun.

Office gossip said the company was ailing, so nobody was surprised when it was announced that the company needed to shed 10% of the workforce, initially by voluntary redundancy, the rest by compulsion. Travelling home by train my ideas changed from sadness to thinking “why face this journey every work day, take voluntary redundancy and escape the rat race”. So over dinner this was what I proposed to Gavin. We decided that I would take voluntary redundancy; we would sell the house and move to France. Then events happened very fast. We travelled to France and in the second week found an ideal house, on the edge of a village. The garden needed work, but it was very secluded, ideal for nude sunbathing. I was happy to spend several months reshaping the garden as we wished. To the side and back of the house was a small barn, with beams, which we both realised we could change the larger space into a superb playroom / dungeon. We were on the leather scene around London and felt sure that many of our contacts would visit France to use the playroom. The day before we were due to return to London, our estate agent telephoned to say he had found a buyer for our house. The buyer offered the full asking price and wanted a quick sale. We were elated and that evening went out to celebrate at a restaurant.

Two months later, with the contents of the London house packed and now in storage, we travelled to France to complete the signing for our French house, collect the keys and began our new life in France. The arrival of two Englishmen into the village aroused great interest from the locals. Everyone was very welcoming and helpful. Many asked why we had left London and England and they seemed pleased that we had chosen to move into the village. Once all the furniture was unpacked I started to clear the weeds from the garden, while Gavin began organising the playroom in the barn. Our neighbours were friendly and always stopped for a chat as they passed by. They commented that the garden was looking much tidier and I tried to explain how I planned to change the layout of the garden. Gavin & I decided that the entry space of the barn could easily have a wet room type shower installation, replacing the sink currently there. We asked our neighbours if they could recommend anyone. They suggested contacting the group of individual workers based in the next town. Within the group were a plumber, tiller and electrician, who would liaise among themselves as the work progressed. We accepted the quote and the work started five weeks later. They were all intrigued as to why we wanted the barn entrance space converted a large wet room with 2 shower heads. We never let the workmen see our now fully functional playroom the other side of the door. We just let them think we were crazy Englishmen. Most of the workmen were very ordinary, but Monsieur Thion the plumber had a very cute assistant. Vincent was in his early 20’s, shorter than us, a bit shy but spoke a little English. When he spoke his faltering English, his accent made the hairs on my neck stand on end. I would have had him on the spot if the opportunity had ever arisen. I fantasised what he would look like held in the suspension harness now hanging from a beam in the playroom. Vincent had worked out that we were partners, not brothers or friends as the other workmen assumed. He asked how long Gavin & I had been together and how we had met. He was entirely comfortable with our situation. As the days passed his English improved, I gently corrected the glaring grammatical errors, ignoring the minor errors so as not to put him off. Then he made a tremendous grammatical error; I jokingly suggested that I should pull his pants down and spank his ass. For once the shyness went and Vincent said he would like that very much. Earlier he had told me he had a girlfriend. I asked him “what would she think?” Vincent replied that it would not matter, because she was just a friend, nothing more. When I told Gavin that Vincent would be returning that evening, he was ecstatic, he replied “our first encounter with a local”.

I opened the door to invite a very embarrassed Vincent into our house. We gave him a beer to try and relax him and decided that we would speak only in French; Gavin would translate anything I did not understand. We asked him if he had done this kind of thing before. Vincent replied that he had sucked boy’s cocks at school and while at college another student had tried to fuck him, but it had not worked, because it was the first time for both of them. He went very red in the face when he told us that his boss, the plumber Monsieur Thion made Vincent suck his cock, if he made a mistake in his work. He added “last week Monsieur Thion made me strip off, kneel down in your new shower and suck him off completely because I had connected the hot and cold water feeds to the shower the wrong way around”. He begged us not to say anything to Monsieur Thion; otherwise Monsieur Thion would sack Vincent. Gavin & I looked at each other, knowing exactly what we thought. After a long pause I said to Vincent that we understood, but did he want to continue our plans for this evening? Without any delay, he answered “yes”. So we went into the barn and into the playroom.

Gavin explained all the equipment to Vincent, to judge his willingness to comply. Vincent said he wanted to try everything. He explained that one afternoon last week he was working alone on the installation of the water pipes, found the door to the playroom unlocked and being curious went in. When he switched the lights on he said he was astonished by what he saw. His dick went hard and came rubbing his dick on the leather of the sling suspended from the ceiling. He desperately wanted to be placed in the sling at the mercy of others. He licked his cum off the leather sling and wiped it clean with his t-shirt, switched off the lights, closed the door and returned to his work.

Realising this was the moment; I ordered Vincent to strip and prepare to receive his punishment. Automatically he said “yes sir!” and quickly removed his clothes, folding them neatly beside him on the floor. Gavin placed the wrist and ankle cuffs on Vincent then pushed him towards the two chains hanging from the ceiling and attached Vincent’s wrist cuffs to the chains using D clips. I spread his legs and attached the ankle cuffs to the rings fixed in the floor. Vincent was now entirely at our mercy, for us to do with as we chose. His raging hard cock told us he was enjoying every second. His body shone from the slight sweat that covered him and we could just see the first signs of light chest hair extending down to merge into the dark bush of pubic hair around his cock and balls. Leaving him, we turned off the lights and returned to the house to put on our leather gear. Vincent looked stunned when we turned on the lights and he saw us fully dressed in our leather harnesses and chaps. Gavin approached Vincent and started to touch then stretch his cock, balls and nipples. Vincent reacted as if he had been given an electric shock, but moaned in pleasure, pushing his body forward to gain more contact. I went to the table and fetched a small, light paddle. Gavin was still tweaking Vincent’s nipples hard when I ran my hand over Vincent’s ass, probing his hole with my lubed fingers. Spitting onto his ass I began to paddle both cheeks, turning them red. He moaned as each paddle stroke contacted his ass, and his body shook but his cock remained stiff throughout the ten stokes.

I told him he had been a good boy to take his punishment well and now he would be rewarded. I released the ankle cuffs from the floor rings and Gavin released the wrist cuffs from the chains. Vincent slightly over-balanced as we released him, Gavin caught him and in a flowing move scooped Vincent into his arms and laid him down on the large bed. We removed our leather harnesses and chaps and climbed onto the bed, so that Vincent was between us. Gavin sucked his cock while I took his balls into his mouth. After five minutes we swapped positions. We then secured Vincent’s left ankle to his left wrist using a D clip to join the cuffs and the same for his right ankle and wrist. With Vincent’s cute ass now exposed, Gavin put a condom on his cock, lubed it and gently started to probe Vincent’s hole. I leaned over and 69’d Vincent. As Gavin progressed, Vincent’s cock became even harder, his moans more intense and with Gavin’s cock now fully inside, Vincent’s cock suddenly grew thicker and he shot his sweet load down my throat, screaming in ecstasy. I waited until his cock subsided then said “Thank you for your present, but I expect you to ask permission before you cum.” Vincent apologised and said he should be punished for again misbehaving. I suggested to Gavin that he fucked Vincent hard, whilst I prepared my cock to penetrate Vincent. Vincent’s groans increased as Gavin’s cock thrust deep into his hole. When Gavin tired I took over and enjoyed the sight of Vincent’s hole widening as my cock entered for the first time. Now cleaned up, Gavin placed his cock on Vincent’s mouth and thrust it fully in. Minutes later our pumping away at both ends, Gavin shot his load into Vincent. I knew I was close too, so pulled out, cleaned up and pushed my stiff cock well down Vincent’s throat. The instant warmth made me cum immediately. Vincent said “Thank you for giving me your loads sirs”. I grabbed his cock and wanked it until Vincent came for the second time that evening, this time across his chest.

We untied him and we took a joint shower, soaping and rubbing each other, causing our cocks to stiffen again. We dried ourselves and then returned to the bed and lay together, caressing and enjoying the mutual warmth of our bodies. Gavin asked Vincent what he thought of the evening. Vincent replied that “it was the most fantastic evening of his life and he hoped we would invite him back for more”. “You bet, we definitely want you to return” was our reply. Vincent was so keen he would have returned the following evening, but we said that was too soon. We suggested that that he returned on Friday evening, when we would add more new experiences. He could stay overnight if he wished. Vincent asked why our nipples, especially Gavin’s were much larger than his. Gavin explained that we like tit torture, enjoying the sensation of clamps and pegs biting into the tit was very sensual. Vincent said he would like to experience that himself. I said that as well as tit torture we would like Vincent to experience CBT; I asked Vincent to trim his pubes for his next visit. He said he had noticed that our cocks & balls were entirely hairless and now understood why. We exchanged telephone numbers before Vincent left happy, knowing that he was no longer a virgin, determined to return on Friday to continue his bondage education.

Gavin & I had another beer and talked about the evening, how much we all enjoyed it. Gavin said we must sort out Monsieur Thion the plumber, over Vincent. So next morning Gavin telephoned the plumber and said there was a problem with one of the shower heads. Monsieur Thion said he would call in on his way home for Lunch. We texted Vincent saying “Be here around at 12:30 today for a surprise”. He texted back “I will arrive at 12:20”. We prepared the playroom and left handcuffs and ropes in the shower room, hidden under the pile of towels for easy access. We discussed how we would tackle the plumber, because he would struggle and be difficult to subdue. The plumber arrived just after 12. Gavin lead the conversation as we walked into the shower room. I discretely moved the towels off the handcuffs and ropes, opened the handcuffs ready for quick use. The plumber was standing on the rubber floor tiles, catching him unaware of our intentions we manhandled him onto the floor. He shouted out but we ignored his protests. Gavin held him tightly while I removed his shirt. Then Gavin turned him over, still holding the plumber securely to the floor. We avoided his flaying legs, trying to lash out and free himself. I grabbed the nearest arm and fixed the handcuffs. I grabbed his other arm and secured him into the handcuffs. It was now an easy job to secure the leather wrist cuffs onto his arm. Gavin turned him over onto his back. I undid the belt of his trousers, unzipped the fly and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. I pointed out to Gavin that the plumber must be turned on by this; his cock was erect, causing his underpants to tent. The rolled down trousers held his legs together, so I could remove his shoes and socks easily and secure the leather ankle cuffs onto his ankles. Then I removed the plumber’s trousers and underpants. He was now naked. The plumber reacted by screaming obscenities at us. Gavin told him to shut up. After six whacks of the paddle across his ass he stopped. His eyes looked angrily at us, but his still stiff cock showed erotic desire. Gavin said “That’s better! Things will be much easier for you if you obey our orders.” The plumber said “Have you gone mad? What do you want from me?” Gavin replied “Vincent told us what you made him do here in the shower room. Now it is time for you to get a taste of your treatment.” His shouting continued so to keep him quiet, with some difficulty I put a bag hood over his head and pulled the strings in to secure the hood. Gavin grabbed his balls, and fitted a ball parachute.

We lifted him to his feet and frog-marched him into the playroom and positioned him in front of the leather sling, removed the handcuffs and manhandled him into the sling. We then secured the wrist and ankle restraints onto the chains supporting the leather sling. Gavin worked on his nipples and then fitted the tit clamps. I lifted the ball parachute and secured it to a ceiling chain, the weight on the end tensioning the chain and pulling his balls away from his body. Gavin started to suck the plumber’s still hard cock. I started to work his ass hole with my lubed fingers. The plumber moaned with sexual gratification as his body experienced these new sensations. Gradually his hole expanded and within minutes I was able to fully insert first one, then two, three and four fingers. Finally I took smallest butt plug, greased it well and gradually inserted it. His sphincter initially resisted the invasion but suddenly it relaxed and the butt plug slipped into position. The plumber was now ready for the real action to begin, all we needed was the main participant to arrive. We returned to the house, drank a quick glass of water and changed into our leather harnesses and chaps. Vincent arrived and seeing us dressed as before assumed he was about to be put into bondage, and undressed. As we put him into a leather harness with cock ring I explained that on this session he was to be an active participant alongside us; come into the playroom and see.

Vincent looked incredulous when he saw someone secured in the leather sling. We told Vincent that that his cock would be sucked and he would fuck the person in the leather sling. Vincent asked “Who is he?” Gavin said “Don’t you recognise the cock?” as I removed the bag hood, showing the plumber’s face to Vincent. Vincent gasped “Monsieur Thion!” Monsieur Thion looked as stunned as Vincent. I said to Vincent “Monsieur Thion is here to make up for his treatment of you. Now make him suck your cock!” Vincent was reluctant to move forward, so Gavin pushed Vincent towards the sling, saying “That’s an order!” Vincent’s cock head was now on the plumber’s lips. He would not open then, so I pulled on the tit clamp chain. The plumber opened his mouth and Vincent’s cock entered. Gavin said “Push it fully in. You will continue until you have cum down his throat.” Vincent thrust his cock in and out. Gavin continued to encourage Vincent and advise him of different techniques to increase the sexual satisfaction for both participants. The plumber moaned with pleasure. The moans stopped after Vincent’s body shuddered, he screamed out as he shot his load down the plumber’s throat. Vincent said “That was great!” I said “That was only the first part. Next you fuck him.” Gavin put his cock down the plumber’s throat and thrust away. The plumber took Gavin’s cock without protest. Once Vincent’s cock was hard again he put on a condom and I lubed it, removed the butt plug from the plumber’s ass. As instructed, Vincent slowly inserted his cock into the plumber’s ass, then started to build up the intensity. At this point Gavin came and I took over. The plumber’s mouth greedily swallowed my cock, his body glistened with sweat. Hearing Vincent’s grunts as he pounded away at the other end, it did not take long before I shot my load deep down the plumber’s throat. I had not removed my cock when Vincent shouted as he involuntarily shot inside the condom. He pulled out of the plumber’s ass, his legs buckled slightly but he saved himself from falling onto the floor. His body was sweaty from all the physical effort. He smiled broadly when we congratulated him. I pushed a larger butt plug into the plumber’s ass; this time it slid in with little effort. As the three of us moved away from the sling towards the showers, the plumber shouted “Hey what about me? I want to be released now.” Gavin replied “You will be released when we say so. Now shut up otherwise you can stay there forever.” We showered and returned to the house. Vincent put on his clothes, had a beer and said he had better return to work. “What about Monsieur Thion?” I said “Don’t worry about him, he will be fine with you from now on.” We said our goodbyes and Vincent left.

We returned to the playroom. Gavin started to wank the plumber’s cock. I removed the tit clamps, naturally the plumber cried out as the blood returned into the nipples. I began to suck and bite his left nipple. Gavin also worked on the right nipple. We took turns to wank his cock until he came. We wanked our cocks over him until we shot onto his hairy chest, then rubbed all the spunk well in. Gavin removed the butt plug from the plumber’s ass. We released him from the sling and told him to take a shower. Once he was dried and dressed we asked him if he wanted a glass of beer, wine or water. He said “normally I do not drink alcohol at lunchtime, but I could do with a beer now.” Drinking it he said “I am sorry that I took advantage of Vincent. You will not say anything to my wife, about Vincent?” “Of course not, it all will remain strictly between us.” “Thank you, sirs” and shook our hands firmly. He smiled and “Guys, you must call me Nicolas, now we know each other better. See you around”.

That evening Vincent telephoned and sounded very elated “Monsieur Thion apologised for his actions against me. He begged me not to tell anyone else. He said I am a hard worker and in recognition of all my good work, gave me a pay rise. I will be able to change my car now! Thank you!” I said that we were pleased and we looked forward to his visit Friday evening. And one thing Vincent, no wanking after tonight, we want you to arrive with your balls full of spunk. “That’s alright. Earlier I laid on my bed naked, thinking about what happened this lunchtime and shot my load.”

More about Vincent later …..