Part 1 From the Gardener
I have worked as a landscape gardener for about 10 years now, and now have my own business. I am a goodlooking guy with a good body (from all my manual work I don't have to go to the gym), and I also have a thing for being a bit of an exhibitionist and get a kick out of other people admiring my body... god I sound such a shallow guy lol. Maybe I deserved what happened to me. Here is my story so you can decide.
On the job its hard work, dirty and sweaty. I wear my tight old faded Levi jeans when gardening which happen to show off my firm ass and my big package. I like to drees up sexy in tight faded old ripped jeans, tight vest or T shirt, either no underwear or tight shiny silk boxer shorts. I have a good body, because of my work, a nice chest and bit of a six pack. I am lightly hairy over my chest too, and like to go unshaved, having some rough stubble to make me look even more rugged and manly.
After years of dressing like this while I am working, I got lots of attention from the women. I got a lot of hot sex from some sexy horny housewives, but I never did anything kinky with them. But recently I got a new situation when I found myself the attention of an older male client who is clearly a closet gay. I found it a bit funny and liked to tease him a bit. He is married and has a big house and garden. He is sure not a good looker lol. He is short, plumb, has greasy baling black hair and a little moustache. He must be in his mid 60’s and he wears round steal rimmed glasses and looks like a total pervert.
I decided it would be fun to tease the creep and make him frustrated by wearing my tightest pair of really old ripped Levi jeans, which I have never washed for years. They are covered in stains from work, grass stains, dirt, dust, grease and oil.. and, of course, my cum stains from some accidents with some hot women... but no one would know what they were.. just as my job makes my jeans naturally dirty and covered in all sorts of stains. When they got hot and sweaty as I work I like the musty manly smell they give off.
Once I started to realise he was seriously watching and into me I started to get nervous at first, but strangely found myself starting to get a bit of a kick from feeling him perving at me when I was bending over in front of him to dig up weeks, and taking my shirt off when I cut the grass, wiping my sweaty hands over the ass of my Levis. I kept seeing him perving at me out the corner of my eye. I am tall and handsome.. nice toned body and great chest.. even a bit of a six pack. I must have looked so dam hot covered in sweat, my tight faded dirty jeans clinging to my ass, thighs and crotch. I also wore my old scuffed heavy work boots.. the classis straight masculine handsome construction guy kind of look.
After several more visits to work on his garden I noticed his perving at me had got more intense. I saw he had an erection in his pants once when I went up to him in the kitchen to ask some garden question, and he had put his hand in his front pocked to hide it from me. Now most times when he has to speak to me I can see he gets an erection which he tries to hide. I have seen him peeping out the windows watching me, and taking photos of me on his mobile phone when he thinks I can not see him. I found myself thinking about this situation when I was back home and having a wank over some porn. I am straight, but started to get turned on and fantasise about being eyed up and perved at by this creepy weaker, smaller guy. I was confused about my feelings, but just shot a few loads into my jeans and forgot about it till the next visit. That was my mistake.
Kidnapped Gardener m/m
The Client
I could not believe my luck, to get such a good gardener.. and I noticed immediately how handsome he was. Such a sexy guy, and he was totally unaware of the effect he was having on me. I would sneak around behind the kitchen blinds and take sneaky photos of him on my phone. I can get a good zoom in.. I love to masturbate looking at them on my computer when he has gone home. I used photoshop to change the photos of him.. putting ropes around his hot body, and a shiny silver tape gag over his mouth. He would look so good in real life tied and gagged, my slave. I look forward to seeing him each week and getting more sneaky photos of him. Once I nearly got caught… I was watching him through the kitchen window.. He was on his hands and knees.. his tight jeans butt in the air, digging weeks out from the flower beds. I loved the sight of his tight faded ripped levis on his sexy ass, and the denim running up the crack of his bottom. My god, he is just so sexy. His old faded jeans cling to the man like a second skin, and the denim is tight over his faded buttocks. My penis was sticking out the front of my pants as I masturbated. I was too wrapped up in my thoughts!
I was stupid then, I nearly was about to loose control.. when I saw him coming towards the house.. I had to shove my aching dripping penis into my pants and zip them up fast. I hoped he did not notice my hot flustered face.. I had to put a hand in my pocket to hide my erection from him. Thank god he did not notice. I made a note to be more careful in future.
I could not believe my luck, to get such a good gardener.. and I noticed immediately how handsome he was. Such a sexy guy, and he was totally unaware of the effect he was having on me. I would sneak around behind the kitchen blinds and take sneaky photos of him on my phone. I can get a good zoom in.. I love to masturbate looking at them on my computer when he has gone home. I used photoshop to change the photos of him.. putting ropes around his hot body, and a shiny silver tape gag over his mouth. He would look so good in real life tied and gagged, my slave. I look forward to seeing him each week and getting more sneaky photos of him. Once I nearly got caught… I was watching him through the kitchen window.. He was on his hands and knees.. his tight jeans butt in the air, digging weeks out from the flower beds. I loved the sight of his tight faded ripped levis on his sexy ass, and the denim running up the crack of his bottom. My god, he is just so sexy. His old faded jeans cling to the man like a second skin, and the denim is tight over his faded buttocks. My penis was sticking out the front of my pants as I masturbated. I was too wrapped up in my thoughts!
I was stupid then, I nearly was about to loose control.. when I saw him coming towards the house.. I had to shove my aching dripping penis into my pants and zip them up fast. I hoped he did not notice my hot flustered face.. I had to put a hand in my pocket to hide my erection from him. Thank god he did not notice. I made a note to be more careful in future.
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This shapes up to be a really interesting story. It's nice seeing both sides' POV. I hope you won't made us wait too long for the next chapter, I'm curious. 
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The next time I was at his property I was having a break. I was hot and sweaty after digging up an old tree stump. He came out from the house and gave me a cold can of beer. I was sitting on his low brick wall on his patio, and I spread my long denim legs wide to relax. He sat on a patio chair and started making casual conversation and talking to me about the plans he had for the garden. As he talked I noticed his eyes kept looking at my bulging faded jeans crotch. He started to make conversation about a new crime drama he had told me to watch on TV as it was good, we had both had been watching on TV the last few weeks.. and last week some guy knocked out, tied, gagged and hidden in a murders basement.
The guy kept talking to me and told me he thought it was funny that even cops coming to the house can not hear him yelling for help in his gag.. and struggling to make noise, saying he must have had something else stuffed in his mouth as just the tape would not keep someone quiet enough. I gave a nervous laugh said I supposed he was right, shrugged my shoulders and went on to say I felt sorry for the kidnapped guy and hoped he escaped, pretending I had not seen the ending.
The Client
I went outside when I saw him having a break, to offer him a beer. I spiked it with Viagra as I wanted to see the guy get horny. He was sitting on my low brick wall that separated the lawn from the patio. He had his long legs spread apart… I could see his big balls and package making the tight dirty ripped jeans of him bulge in front. My god this guy does not know how sexy he is.
I sat opposite him and had to readjust my own stiff cock as I talked to him. It was so hard to keep my eyes off his sexy bulging levis crotch, where the dusty material had faded to almost white. I hid my erection with my hands... luckily I doubt he notices. Why would he suspect me of getting off on another guy? I cot the courage to bring up the subject of the TV series I told him he should watch, and that I recommended to him several weeks ago. I knew what was going to happen in it, and its got a scene of my special secret interest. In it a guy is kidnapped, bound and gagged. I love that bondage stuff… thinking about a strong man all helpless. He did not catch the ending of the last episode, and I lied about the story to say the kidnapped guy was never rescued or found. Little did he know that is just what I would have loved to do this to him. I remembered my photos of him I uploaded onto my computer.. and altered with photoshop to have him gagged and bound like the guy on the TV. I saw the effect of the spiked beer on his manhood He tried to hid it as best he could, the poor bastard must have be soo embarrassed to get a hard on in front of me like that, and confused as to why it was happening.
The Gardener
As we talked I was horrified to realise I had started to get a huge erection in my pants. It was achingly stiff and I could not will it to go down. I have no idea why I got so turned on and hard. I was scared he would see it and covered it as best I could with my hands and the beer can, but he must have been able to see my thick long dick trapped down the inside of my tight jeans thigh.
I realised with horror I had even got a small wet patch of pre cum soaking through the dusty denim. He was going on about the guy on TV struggling and yelling into the gag, and how helpless he was. Then my client lied about the ending saying he was kidnapped and taken away. He was very interested in it. I told him I missed the last episode (which was a lie) and asked him what happened to the kidnapped guy. To my surprise he made up a new ending… saying he was taken to a boat, gagged and tied and his kidnaper tortured him by whipping him with a belt and did not tell anyone where the man was… so they did not find him. I thought it weird how he liked about I, and realised he he was really into the bondage fantasy he had. At the end of the day I was putting tools away in his shed, my thick cock still semi hard and throbbing with blood, and he came to thank me for my hard work. As he did he squeezed slowly past me in the narrow space inside... to get something he needed... and he let a hand feel across my jeans ass as if by accident.. his crotch rubbed past my ass.. and I could fell he had an erection in his pants. I was excited to know what will happen next week when I had to go back.
The Client
I saw him finishing up.. and took the operturning to do something I had planned for a long time. I got to brush past the stud inside the shed. I could feel the heat coming of is strong sweaty body as I purposely squeezed my body past him. I very gently let a hand slide over his hot tight ripped levis butt… something I was longing to do.. even with the light touch it felt firm and so sexy. I had a throbbing erection in my pants.. and it accidently also slid over his jeans butt. Thankfully denim is thick, so he could not have feel it.
The guy kept talking to me and told me he thought it was funny that even cops coming to the house can not hear him yelling for help in his gag.. and struggling to make noise, saying he must have had something else stuffed in his mouth as just the tape would not keep someone quiet enough. I gave a nervous laugh said I supposed he was right, shrugged my shoulders and went on to say I felt sorry for the kidnapped guy and hoped he escaped, pretending I had not seen the ending.
The Client
I went outside when I saw him having a break, to offer him a beer. I spiked it with Viagra as I wanted to see the guy get horny. He was sitting on my low brick wall that separated the lawn from the patio. He had his long legs spread apart… I could see his big balls and package making the tight dirty ripped jeans of him bulge in front. My god this guy does not know how sexy he is.
I sat opposite him and had to readjust my own stiff cock as I talked to him. It was so hard to keep my eyes off his sexy bulging levis crotch, where the dusty material had faded to almost white. I hid my erection with my hands... luckily I doubt he notices. Why would he suspect me of getting off on another guy? I cot the courage to bring up the subject of the TV series I told him he should watch, and that I recommended to him several weeks ago. I knew what was going to happen in it, and its got a scene of my special secret interest. In it a guy is kidnapped, bound and gagged. I love that bondage stuff… thinking about a strong man all helpless. He did not catch the ending of the last episode, and I lied about the story to say the kidnapped guy was never rescued or found. Little did he know that is just what I would have loved to do this to him. I remembered my photos of him I uploaded onto my computer.. and altered with photoshop to have him gagged and bound like the guy on the TV. I saw the effect of the spiked beer on his manhood He tried to hid it as best he could, the poor bastard must have be soo embarrassed to get a hard on in front of me like that, and confused as to why it was happening.
The Gardener
As we talked I was horrified to realise I had started to get a huge erection in my pants. It was achingly stiff and I could not will it to go down. I have no idea why I got so turned on and hard. I was scared he would see it and covered it as best I could with my hands and the beer can, but he must have been able to see my thick long dick trapped down the inside of my tight jeans thigh.
I realised with horror I had even got a small wet patch of pre cum soaking through the dusty denim. He was going on about the guy on TV struggling and yelling into the gag, and how helpless he was. Then my client lied about the ending saying he was kidnapped and taken away. He was very interested in it. I told him I missed the last episode (which was a lie) and asked him what happened to the kidnapped guy. To my surprise he made up a new ending… saying he was taken to a boat, gagged and tied and his kidnaper tortured him by whipping him with a belt and did not tell anyone where the man was… so they did not find him. I thought it weird how he liked about I, and realised he he was really into the bondage fantasy he had. At the end of the day I was putting tools away in his shed, my thick cock still semi hard and throbbing with blood, and he came to thank me for my hard work. As he did he squeezed slowly past me in the narrow space inside... to get something he needed... and he let a hand feel across my jeans ass as if by accident.. his crotch rubbed past my ass.. and I could fell he had an erection in his pants. I was excited to know what will happen next week when I had to go back.
The Client
I saw him finishing up.. and took the operturning to do something I had planned for a long time. I got to brush past the stud inside the shed. I could feel the heat coming of is strong sweaty body as I purposely squeezed my body past him. I very gently let a hand slide over his hot tight ripped levis butt… something I was longing to do.. even with the light touch it felt firm and so sexy. I had a throbbing erection in my pants.. and it accidently also slid over his jeans butt. Thankfully denim is thick, so he could not have feel it.
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The Gardener
I still can't believe what happened...…..
So I went a couple more times to his place. He started wearing really tight jeans each time. They are white Wrangler Jeans. He has a dress shirt which he wears tucked into them.. showing his jeans ass and crotch. He has a shiny black belt.
The last 2 times I really teased him a lot. At home I added a lot more cum to my dirty ripped old Levis. All over the crotch and up the ass crack back at home… in the evenings after the pub, kepts thinking about him lusting after me.. wanting to tie me up and kidnap me.
I also made sure to get them extra dirty and grimy at work. Anyway I was doing all my usual stuff whilst gardening at his place, like taking off my shirt, doing a lot of bending over showing off my tight Levis faded butt. I stood talking to him with my booted legs spread wide. Hands behind my back.. so he could see my stretched faded denim package. The rips are bigger now… its took a lot of guts not to wear any underwear at his place. I have to be careful the tip of my cock does not show through one hole on my inner thigh.
I really wanted something to happen, but was too scared to make the first move. And his wife was in the house.. usually she is at work. He offed me some beer.. a big bottle. I fet a bit drunk very fast, telling myself it must be the hot weather and sun.
I was cutting back some climbing plants and using twine to tie them up to the trellis. I was suddenly aware he was there behind me watching. He started talking to me about the plants and work.. and started handing me the twine.. saying he would cut the pieces for me.
He was standing really close to me. I could see him perving at my jeans butt and my naked back.
I started to get an erection again. I could not believe it. Why did this keep happening? I had to put my hand in my jeans pocket to pull it into an upright position.. but it was really obvious. I was embarrassed. But I kept glancing at his crotch.. and I could see he had an erection sticking sideways under the tight white wrangler jeans!!!
The Client
He looked even more sexy than usual that day. It was all I could do not to jump on him there and then, but I knew a guy like that would be much stronger than me. So I again spiked his drink with the usual Viagra, and this time added a little extra.. something I know men use to date rape women, but I was careful to only use a small amount. It made me more horny watching him drink it innocently, with no idea I was drugging the handsome dope.
I got up really close to him as he tied up the climbing plants to the new wood work. I could smell his aftershave and fresh sweat. My own penis was aching in my tight jeans. I secretly looked him up and down as his attention was on the plants. His strong body, chest muscles, are muscles flexing over his tatoo, his long legs incased in the filthy ripped tight leivs, his sexy firm butt with the denim running up the crack of his tight backside. Then I smiled to myself as I saw the effects of the spiked beer were having on the tight crotch of his sexy jeans, he tried to adjust his huge cock without me noticing. Poor bloke must be so confused as to why he keeps getting erections at my house!
I was so worked up with lust that I forgot all my fear and then and there decided to go through with the plan I had fantisised about for weeks.
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I still can't believe what happened...…..
So I went a couple more times to his place. He started wearing really tight jeans each time. They are white Wrangler Jeans. He has a dress shirt which he wears tucked into them.. showing his jeans ass and crotch. He has a shiny black belt.
The last 2 times I really teased him a lot. At home I added a lot more cum to my dirty ripped old Levis. All over the crotch and up the ass crack back at home… in the evenings after the pub, kepts thinking about him lusting after me.. wanting to tie me up and kidnap me.
I also made sure to get them extra dirty and grimy at work. Anyway I was doing all my usual stuff whilst gardening at his place, like taking off my shirt, doing a lot of bending over showing off my tight Levis faded butt. I stood talking to him with my booted legs spread wide. Hands behind my back.. so he could see my stretched faded denim package. The rips are bigger now… its took a lot of guts not to wear any underwear at his place. I have to be careful the tip of my cock does not show through one hole on my inner thigh.
I really wanted something to happen, but was too scared to make the first move. And his wife was in the house.. usually she is at work. He offed me some beer.. a big bottle. I fet a bit drunk very fast, telling myself it must be the hot weather and sun.
I was cutting back some climbing plants and using twine to tie them up to the trellis. I was suddenly aware he was there behind me watching. He started talking to me about the plants and work.. and started handing me the twine.. saying he would cut the pieces for me.
He was standing really close to me. I could see him perving at my jeans butt and my naked back.
I started to get an erection again. I could not believe it. Why did this keep happening? I had to put my hand in my jeans pocket to pull it into an upright position.. but it was really obvious. I was embarrassed. But I kept glancing at his crotch.. and I could see he had an erection sticking sideways under the tight white wrangler jeans!!!
The Client
He looked even more sexy than usual that day. It was all I could do not to jump on him there and then, but I knew a guy like that would be much stronger than me. So I again spiked his drink with the usual Viagra, and this time added a little extra.. something I know men use to date rape women, but I was careful to only use a small amount. It made me more horny watching him drink it innocently, with no idea I was drugging the handsome dope.
I got up really close to him as he tied up the climbing plants to the new wood work. I could smell his aftershave and fresh sweat. My own penis was aching in my tight jeans. I secretly looked him up and down as his attention was on the plants. His strong body, chest muscles, are muscles flexing over his tatoo, his long legs incased in the filthy ripped tight leivs, his sexy firm butt with the denim running up the crack of his tight backside. Then I smiled to myself as I saw the effects of the spiked beer were having on the tight crotch of his sexy jeans, he tried to adjust his huge cock without me noticing. Poor bloke must be so confused as to why he keeps getting erections at my house!
I was so worked up with lust that I forgot all my fear and then and there decided to go through with the plan I had fantisised about for weeks.
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The Gardener
I was packing up the stuff and going to put it away in the shed as usual. He made me walk in front of him as I carried the gardening tools and twine back to the shed, saying he would help me carry some of the tools. He was perving at my dusty and stained Levis ass for sure. I was so turned on.
He followed me into the small shed and closed the door behind us. I found myself shaking. He helped me put the stuff away.. rubbing against me several times. He held the roll of twine rope and suddenly started laughing and saying about the guy in the crime drama who was tied up… then saying about how he remembered playing cowboys and Indians as a kid and they used to tie each other up. Asked me if I used to play those games. I said yes, sure, they were good fun as a kid.
I said that I used to always end up being a kidnapped cowboy, but luckily I was good at escaping, I gave a nervous laugh. I decided to play into his fantasy and boasted that my cousins and brothers could never keep me tied up long. I was kind of an escape artist. He looked at me for a while as I was busy ‘casually’ putting the tools on the shelf, in reality my heart was racing wondering if he would take the bait.
Then, with a shaky voice, and a cough, he asked the question I was longing to hear. He asked me if I thought I could get free if he tied my wrists with the twine. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I would faint. I turned around to face him. He has a desperate ,hungry look in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and said I recon I could easily. He then said he did not believe me and asked me to let him try. I really wanted it, but I wanted to play the innocent victim. So I just laughed and shook my head saying no thank, its ok. But he insisted.
He said bet him 20 Pounds I could get loose in 5 minutes.
I said I don’t know. It seems kind of childish.
He said that he knew then I could not get free as I was backing out, and I was just showing off. Then he offed me 30 quid if I could do it.
I said, ''hmmm, I don’t know, seems kind of weird''.
He said no, just a bit of fun, come on. Just us two guys here, no need to be embarrassed
So I agreed eventually, giving a nervous laugh.
He said ''OK then, lets see how good you are''.
I put my hand in front of my levis crotch, with my slowly swelling cock straining at the thin faded dusty denim. He said its better if he tie them behind my back.. and I felt his hands on my naked shoulders as he turned me around, which sent a shock like electricity through my body. The then use a cut piece of the twine to tie my wrist behind my levis skin tight ass.
I acted surprised, saying behind my back was more difficult, and '' hay, that’s a bit tight mate, no fair''.
I started to wiggle my levis ass from side to side as if I was trying to get free.. but could not. We were laughing. With my naked back to him, my tied hands behind my sexy jeans ass. He suddenly bent down and began to tie my booted ankles. I was playing along. I joked that was not fare, not part of the deal, I struggled more, making sure to slowly writhe in my bonds and show off my tight jeans butt, whilst moaning deep sexy moans as I tugged at my bound waists.
He got up and eyed me up and down, standing at my side. The said to try to get free. I wiggled, tugged at ropes, tried to use my fingers to pick the rope around my wrists. All the time, grunting sexily, straining my muscles, pushing my tight dirty levis ass back and forth. I told him it was hard to get free with my ankles tied, as I might fall over.
I saw him have on of his hands in his jeans front pocked and was slowly and subtly squeezing his hard cock as he perved at me, the look of desire and lust in his eyes, and he was red in the face and sweating. I stopped struggling and was panting. I let my head hand low in shame and I told him I could not do it.. I didn't believe it, must be out of practice. I guess I owed him 30 quid.
''Come on mate… help get me untied''.
But he just stood there eyeing me up and down.. sweat on his greasy face.
I was packing up the stuff and going to put it away in the shed as usual. He made me walk in front of him as I carried the gardening tools and twine back to the shed, saying he would help me carry some of the tools. He was perving at my dusty and stained Levis ass for sure. I was so turned on.
He followed me into the small shed and closed the door behind us. I found myself shaking. He helped me put the stuff away.. rubbing against me several times. He held the roll of twine rope and suddenly started laughing and saying about the guy in the crime drama who was tied up… then saying about how he remembered playing cowboys and Indians as a kid and they used to tie each other up. Asked me if I used to play those games. I said yes, sure, they were good fun as a kid.
I said that I used to always end up being a kidnapped cowboy, but luckily I was good at escaping, I gave a nervous laugh. I decided to play into his fantasy and boasted that my cousins and brothers could never keep me tied up long. I was kind of an escape artist. He looked at me for a while as I was busy ‘casually’ putting the tools on the shelf, in reality my heart was racing wondering if he would take the bait.
Then, with a shaky voice, and a cough, he asked the question I was longing to hear. He asked me if I thought I could get free if he tied my wrists with the twine. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I would faint. I turned around to face him. He has a desperate ,hungry look in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and said I recon I could easily. He then said he did not believe me and asked me to let him try. I really wanted it, but I wanted to play the innocent victim. So I just laughed and shook my head saying no thank, its ok. But he insisted.
He said bet him 20 Pounds I could get loose in 5 minutes.
I said I don’t know. It seems kind of childish.
He said that he knew then I could not get free as I was backing out, and I was just showing off. Then he offed me 30 quid if I could do it.
I said, ''hmmm, I don’t know, seems kind of weird''.
He said no, just a bit of fun, come on. Just us two guys here, no need to be embarrassed
So I agreed eventually, giving a nervous laugh.
He said ''OK then, lets see how good you are''.
I put my hand in front of my levis crotch, with my slowly swelling cock straining at the thin faded dusty denim. He said its better if he tie them behind my back.. and I felt his hands on my naked shoulders as he turned me around, which sent a shock like electricity through my body. The then use a cut piece of the twine to tie my wrist behind my levis skin tight ass.
I acted surprised, saying behind my back was more difficult, and '' hay, that’s a bit tight mate, no fair''.
I started to wiggle my levis ass from side to side as if I was trying to get free.. but could not. We were laughing. With my naked back to him, my tied hands behind my sexy jeans ass. He suddenly bent down and began to tie my booted ankles. I was playing along. I joked that was not fare, not part of the deal, I struggled more, making sure to slowly writhe in my bonds and show off my tight jeans butt, whilst moaning deep sexy moans as I tugged at my bound waists.
He got up and eyed me up and down, standing at my side. The said to try to get free. I wiggled, tugged at ropes, tried to use my fingers to pick the rope around my wrists. All the time, grunting sexily, straining my muscles, pushing my tight dirty levis ass back and forth. I told him it was hard to get free with my ankles tied, as I might fall over.
I saw him have on of his hands in his jeans front pocked and was slowly and subtly squeezing his hard cock as he perved at me, the look of desire and lust in his eyes, and he was red in the face and sweating. I stopped struggling and was panting. I let my head hand low in shame and I told him I could not do it.. I didn't believe it, must be out of practice. I guess I owed him 30 quid.
''Come on mate… help get me untied''.
But he just stood there eyeing me up and down.. sweat on his greasy face.
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I joked I hoped he was not trying to frame me for a crime and then laughing I asked him if he was kidnapping me like they guy in the TV series, and then I started hopping towards the door laughing.. my now huge erection pushing at the front of my jeans.
I started playfully shouting for help. ‘’help help, I'm being kidnapped ,help me someone!’’
He rushed up to me in a panic and put a sweaty shaking hand tightly over my mouth, telling me to keep quiet his wife is in the house
I stopped and was silent as he slowlyremoved his hand. I joked, oh how are you going to keep me quiet Mr kidnapper? He looked serious and said very deeply and sternly ‘I am going to have to gag you’’.
He pulled a dirty white bandanna out his back jeans pocket. I shook my head and told him that I did not thik that was a good idea, it was not in the bet, it was not really appropriate. I promised to be quite, if he just would untie me now, the game was over, I lost the bet.
But to my surprise he lifted the dirty rag to my face and tied it through my mouth, saying,
''that ought to keep you quiet fella''.
He pulled it really tight through my mouth and knotted at hard at the back of my head. I made a few surprised moans and sexy groans into the gag as I bit on it with my teeth and tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue.. ''There, that's much better, no one can hear you now'', he said. Now we just stood looking at each other in silence for several minutes. I slowly writhed in the bonds and tugged at my bound wrists, making quiet moaning noises into the gag and threw my head back. He very slowly got closer to me and reached out a shaking hand and cupped my tight faded denim package in his hand,.my aching balls in his palm. He gave my jeans crotch a slow firm squeeze and looked into my eyes to see if I would freak out and object. I just froze, gave him a shocked look and gave a shocked groan into my gag. It was such a strange feeling, having another man touch me. I asked him what he was doing, the gag making my words muffled and hardly understandable, the muffled sound making my cock rock hard!
I started playfully shouting for help. ‘’help help, I'm being kidnapped ,help me someone!’’
He rushed up to me in a panic and put a sweaty shaking hand tightly over my mouth, telling me to keep quiet his wife is in the house
I stopped and was silent as he slowlyremoved his hand. I joked, oh how are you going to keep me quiet Mr kidnapper? He looked serious and said very deeply and sternly ‘I am going to have to gag you’’.
He pulled a dirty white bandanna out his back jeans pocket. I shook my head and told him that I did not thik that was a good idea, it was not in the bet, it was not really appropriate. I promised to be quite, if he just would untie me now, the game was over, I lost the bet.
But to my surprise he lifted the dirty rag to my face and tied it through my mouth, saying,
''that ought to keep you quiet fella''.
He pulled it really tight through my mouth and knotted at hard at the back of my head. I made a few surprised moans and sexy groans into the gag as I bit on it with my teeth and tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue.. ''There, that's much better, no one can hear you now'', he said. Now we just stood looking at each other in silence for several minutes. I slowly writhed in the bonds and tugged at my bound wrists, making quiet moaning noises into the gag and threw my head back. He very slowly got closer to me and reached out a shaking hand and cupped my tight faded denim package in his hand,.my aching balls in his palm. He gave my jeans crotch a slow firm squeeze and looked into my eyes to see if I would freak out and object. I just froze, gave him a shocked look and gave a shocked groan into my gag. It was such a strange feeling, having another man touch me. I asked him what he was doing, the gag making my words muffled and hardly understandable, the muffled sound making my cock rock hard!
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Very hot, hope there will be more.... 
Please, write more! Would love to see what happens next
He was breathing heavily.. and the damp patch on the front of his white wranglers was now getting much bigger. He was now feeling the length of my hard cock through the dirty denim of my tight jeans with a shaking and sweaty hand.
He told me I seemed to enjoy being tied and gagged! I shook my gagged head as if to say 'no' and tried to say no, but the gag muffled my protests. He grinned evilly and said or perhaps this is the result of the Viagra he spiked my beer with earlier!! He saw the tip my sweaty swollen cock sticking out through my top front frayed stained yellow pocket. The tip dripping with pre cum. His fingers reached into the small holes between my legs and felt my balls.
I acted I did not want it. I pushed my hips back to try to pull my crotch away form his fingers, but his other hand started to gropy my sweaty skin tight faded jeans ass, and when I pushed forwards to avoid his hand on my butt.. only to get my achicng dick squeezed more in his hand. His finger sliding over the pre cum oozing tip sticking out of my pocket.
I begged him… ''no no, don’t, fuck, get off, please no,'' again muffled and muted by my tight gag.
He pulled his phone from his back pocked and started to take photos of me, tied gagged and my huge erection in my tight sweaty dirty levis. I shook my head and pleased for him to untie me. I kept stuggling and grunting into the gag, ''fuck fuck, plasse no, untie me, fuck, no helpphhhh helphhh!''!
But he told me to shut up and ordered me kneel on the floor if I wanted him to untie me. He saw me hesitate, and asked again if I did want him to untie me? I nodded quickly and he made me kneel on the wooden floor of the small shed, and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his dick.
He slid it into my mouth under my tight thin cleave gag. He made me suck it by holding my head in his hands and pushing my mouth onto it. It was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth. It filled my gagged mouth and the taste of his cum and sweaty dick made my own aching cock even harder.
He told me I seemed to enjoy being tied and gagged! I shook my gagged head as if to say 'no' and tried to say no, but the gag muffled my protests. He grinned evilly and said or perhaps this is the result of the Viagra he spiked my beer with earlier!! He saw the tip my sweaty swollen cock sticking out through my top front frayed stained yellow pocket. The tip dripping with pre cum. His fingers reached into the small holes between my legs and felt my balls.
I acted I did not want it. I pushed my hips back to try to pull my crotch away form his fingers, but his other hand started to gropy my sweaty skin tight faded jeans ass, and when I pushed forwards to avoid his hand on my butt.. only to get my achicng dick squeezed more in his hand. His finger sliding over the pre cum oozing tip sticking out of my pocket.
I begged him… ''no no, don’t, fuck, get off, please no,'' again muffled and muted by my tight gag.
He pulled his phone from his back pocked and started to take photos of me, tied gagged and my huge erection in my tight sweaty dirty levis. I shook my head and pleased for him to untie me. I kept stuggling and grunting into the gag, ''fuck fuck, plasse no, untie me, fuck, no helpphhhh helphhh!''!
But he told me to shut up and ordered me kneel on the floor if I wanted him to untie me. He saw me hesitate, and asked again if I did want him to untie me? I nodded quickly and he made me kneel on the wooden floor of the small shed, and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his dick.
He slid it into my mouth under my tight thin cleave gag. He made me suck it by holding my head in his hands and pushing my mouth onto it. It was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth. It filled my gagged mouth and the taste of his cum and sweaty dick made my own aching cock even harder.
All the time this was going on I was tugging at my bound wrists as it to try to get free.
I felt his cock get very hard like he was goin to cum. That's when he stopped and stood me up. I did everything he wanted. I acted scared. Mumbling under my gag for him to ''please don’t hurt me.. let me go. I promised I would not tell anyone what he did to me if he just let me go.''
He told me to be quiet, he was not listening me and I was in no position to be telling him what to do. He said he was sick of my moaning and he needed to make my gag more effective. He ordered me not to move, then got a roll of thick shiny black tape off the shelf and started to plaster it over my mouth. He was inding it around and around my head, with the loud ripping sound.
He firmed the tape into place with his sweaty palms. I just looked up at him wide eyed over my gagged mouth and tried to yell for help, like a real kidnapped man would do, but this really silenced me. He grinned evilly, and said, '' there that is much better, no one will hear you now.''
I writhed in my bonds, giving him a good show, and shook my gagged head, moaning into the gag. I was so turned on I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there into my jeans. I had to control myself.
He told me I looked so hot and sexy in my tight ripped jeans, and that he wanted to do this to me for months. He ordered my to my feet, pulling me up to help mestand, then told me to turn around and lean over the work bench.
My tight ripped faded jeans ass for him to see. I shook my gagged head and pretended beg no no please, and struggle wealky as he forced me over the bench… he started to hump my dusty cum stained jeans ass with his white jeans crotch, his sticky dick rubbing up and down the ass crack of my jeans getting them wet with his pre cum. It was so horny. I was trying not to cum all the time.
Next he stood me up and unbuttoned my jeans and unbuckled my belt. I mumbled under my gag.. asking what he was going to do to me….He pulled my aching dick out and started wanking me slowly. All the time pressing his body up against mine.. He was telling me how I was to stupid to fall into his trap, drugged, tied up tight, gagged, kidnapped and helpless., not such a touch guy now.
I could feel his stiff cock pushing at the thin material of my sweaty jeans ass crack.. My tied hands fingers feeling its wet tip. I was about to cum when he forced my dick back into my jeans, fastened them up, and quickly bent me back over the bench. He lay his body over mine.. and whispered in my ear that he was going to rape me and there was nothing I could do to stop him as I was to tightly tied up and helpless.. I thought he would pull my jeans down.. but he just started to force his cock up the rip under my ass cheek and by pulling my jeans sideways slighty he was able to push his cock up my hole and fuck me with my jeans and his jeans still on!
I felt his cock get very hard like he was goin to cum. That's when he stopped and stood me up. I did everything he wanted. I acted scared. Mumbling under my gag for him to ''please don’t hurt me.. let me go. I promised I would not tell anyone what he did to me if he just let me go.''
He told me to be quiet, he was not listening me and I was in no position to be telling him what to do. He said he was sick of my moaning and he needed to make my gag more effective. He ordered me not to move, then got a roll of thick shiny black tape off the shelf and started to plaster it over my mouth. He was inding it around and around my head, with the loud ripping sound.
He firmed the tape into place with his sweaty palms. I just looked up at him wide eyed over my gagged mouth and tried to yell for help, like a real kidnapped man would do, but this really silenced me. He grinned evilly, and said, '' there that is much better, no one will hear you now.''
I writhed in my bonds, giving him a good show, and shook my gagged head, moaning into the gag. I was so turned on I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there into my jeans. I had to control myself.
He told me I looked so hot and sexy in my tight ripped jeans, and that he wanted to do this to me for months. He ordered my to my feet, pulling me up to help mestand, then told me to turn around and lean over the work bench.
My tight ripped faded jeans ass for him to see. I shook my gagged head and pretended beg no no please, and struggle wealky as he forced me over the bench… he started to hump my dusty cum stained jeans ass with his white jeans crotch, his sticky dick rubbing up and down the ass crack of my jeans getting them wet with his pre cum. It was so horny. I was trying not to cum all the time.
Next he stood me up and unbuttoned my jeans and unbuckled my belt. I mumbled under my gag.. asking what he was going to do to me….He pulled my aching dick out and started wanking me slowly. All the time pressing his body up against mine.. He was telling me how I was to stupid to fall into his trap, drugged, tied up tight, gagged, kidnapped and helpless., not such a touch guy now.
I could feel his stiff cock pushing at the thin material of my sweaty jeans ass crack.. My tied hands fingers feeling its wet tip. I was about to cum when he forced my dick back into my jeans, fastened them up, and quickly bent me back over the bench. He lay his body over mine.. and whispered in my ear that he was going to rape me and there was nothing I could do to stop him as I was to tightly tied up and helpless.. I thought he would pull my jeans down.. but he just started to force his cock up the rip under my ass cheek and by pulling my jeans sideways slighty he was able to push his cock up my hole and fuck me with my jeans and his jeans still on!
This is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. I was making a lot of groaning noises under the gag, and ‘shouting’ for help, so he whispered to me to shut the fuck up and clamped his hand top of my gag as he fucked me. Telling me no one was going to help me, that hegot me tied up tight so I can’t get away. No one could hear me with that tight gag in my mouth. He kept whispering dirty things into me ear.. saying I was asking to get tied up and fucked…. Kidnapped and raped, I was too sexy in my tight jeans and I deserved it for teasing him in my sexy jeans and no shirt.
I shot my cum.. so much cum.. into the front of my jeans.. as I felt him cumming inside me.
He lay on top of me exhausted for a long time. Then we got up. He used an old hand towel hanging on the wall to clean himself up. He suddenly looked strange and was panicking realising what he had done; drugged, bound and raped a poor innocent straight garden guy. He went very quiet, and looked like he was going to leave. I stood up and wiggled my bound hands in front of him. He looked like he did not wat to untie me, and I kind of wished he was going to really kidnap me and keep me tied and gagged prisoner in his shed. He looked at the door and his watch, and he told me I was not to do anything stupid.. and made me promise I would not go to the police if he let me go!!
This guy really believed he had tricked me and raped a straight guy! He showed the phone to my gagged face, showing me the photos he had taken of me earlier Man, I looked so hot, tied, tightly gagged, helpless, in my sexy skin tight worn jeans. My firm slim and muscular naked upper body glistening with sweat. He told me he would post these photos on my facebook gardening site and show everyone what a pervert I was if I told anyone. He asked me if I understood him. I nodded and tried to look so desperate, and he finally untied me wrists. He said nothing and just went back into the house! I untied my ankles myself, before peeling the tape from my mouth, and untying the rag cleave gagging me.
I had to sneak back to the van soaking in sweat and cum, and in a daze, after putting on my T shirt. My jeans crotch and ass were covered in huge wet patches of cum. And the perverts cum was running down my inner thighs under my jeans.
I am due to go back there next week……. Prepare for part 2.
I shot my cum.. so much cum.. into the front of my jeans.. as I felt him cumming inside me.
He lay on top of me exhausted for a long time. Then we got up. He used an old hand towel hanging on the wall to clean himself up. He suddenly looked strange and was panicking realising what he had done; drugged, bound and raped a poor innocent straight garden guy. He went very quiet, and looked like he was going to leave. I stood up and wiggled my bound hands in front of him. He looked like he did not wat to untie me, and I kind of wished he was going to really kidnap me and keep me tied and gagged prisoner in his shed. He looked at the door and his watch, and he told me I was not to do anything stupid.. and made me promise I would not go to the police if he let me go!!
This guy really believed he had tricked me and raped a straight guy! He showed the phone to my gagged face, showing me the photos he had taken of me earlier Man, I looked so hot, tied, tightly gagged, helpless, in my sexy skin tight worn jeans. My firm slim and muscular naked upper body glistening with sweat. He told me he would post these photos on my facebook gardening site and show everyone what a pervert I was if I told anyone. He asked me if I understood him. I nodded and tried to look so desperate, and he finally untied me wrists. He said nothing and just went back into the house! I untied my ankles myself, before peeling the tape from my mouth, and untying the rag cleave gagging me.
I had to sneak back to the van soaking in sweat and cum, and in a daze, after putting on my T shirt. My jeans crotch and ass were covered in huge wet patches of cum. And the perverts cum was running down my inner thighs under my jeans.
I am due to go back there next week……. Prepare for part 2.
Soon, I hope