Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 10:43:35 -0600
From: Hands_of_J@yahoo.com
Subject: Dog on the Loose - 3

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are
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DOG ON THE LOOSE III:  Lust in the Garden

Copyright 1999 by Hands_of_J.  All rights reserved.

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LUST IN THE GARDEN

With Mark on his way home to meet his wife, my cock was still demanding
attention.  I thought about a shower and a quick JO session, but I
needed more than that.  I wanted something slow and special.

It was a warm night with enough moonlight to let me see fairly well in
the back yard. I went to the bedroom to kick off my cutoffs and grab a
bag of toys I might like to use on myself while I stroked toward a
ball-wrenching release in my moon lit garden. My back yard is fairly
private on the east and south, less so on the north, but a widower lives
there, and I'm on good terms with him, so even if he sees me there won't
be a problem.  He goes to bed fairly early by my standards, so it isn't
likely he'll even be up.  I turned off the motion detector lights, and
walked out the sun room door to the patio. (I forgot those lights once
and was a little embarrassed when I walked out the door with my hard
cock bouncing and pointing the way, and suddenly there was light
everywhere. I don't think anyone was around to see me, but it is a well
remembered lesson.)

Putting my bag of toys down on the patio table I rummaged around and
found some tit clamps connected by a chain and a cock ring with a ball
stretcher attached.  I adjusted the clamps so they were tight but not so
tight I wouldn't be able to stand it for half an hour or so, and
carefully attached them to my tits, gasping a little as each one bit
in.  If someone had me restrained so I couldn't take them off, he'd
probably have them tighter.  Then I snapped the cock ring around my
already hard and drooling cock and carefully pulled my balls down and,
one by one, closed the three snaps on the leather tube, forcing my balls
down a little further than they wanted to be.  I found some lube and
massaged some of it into my ass hole.  I found some clothes pins and put
them on the table in case I wanted to tease my body even more later.

Then I walked off the patio onto a garden path and started stroking my
straining dick as I moved around the various beds. It was very tempting
just to stand and take myself over the edge, but I resisted.  I
wandered, stroking my meat and feeling the textures of lawn and path and
dirt under my bare feet. I teased my ass hole, rubbing over it and
occasionally sticking a finger in and moving it around while breathing
in the night air, tasting it, smelling the mixed scents of the soil and
flowers and foliage. I waved my cock wildly and danced in the moonlight,
feeling the air on my body.  I was a part of all nature, it was part of
me, and we were building erotic energy to dizzying heights.

I don't know how long I was Pan in my garden, but at some point I knew a
mind-blowing orgasm was very close. I put the chain between my tit
clamps in my mouth so I could tilt my head up and pull on my tits and
used my other hand to pull my balls down even harder. I moved to the
brightest moonlight, spit in my hand for a little more lub and mixed it
with my precum and started stroking in earnest. After only a few more
strokes I threw back my head, groaned loudly, shot wad after wad of cum
over the flowerbed in front of me.  I fell to my knees in the sudden
weakness that followed, breathing deeply, almost feeling like I was
floating, immersed in the energy of the garden all around me.

Off to the side, I heard someone say softly, "That was awesome, man!"

I was still so caught up in the intensity of the feelings, the energy of
the space, that I wasn't even particularly startled.  I looked off to my
right and saw a young man standing in the opening of my back yard
fence.  He was probably 5 foot 8 , solidly built, medium length blond
hair, and his shorts were down around his ankles and he was stroking his
cock gently.

"Yeah, it certainly was!" I said quietly.  "Kick off those shorts and
come over here and shoot your cum over my garden, too."

He hesitated only briefly, then stepped out of his shorts, and walked
over beside me, spit in his hand and started stroking in earnest. His
other hand strayed up to his tits. I turned a little and reached up and
rubbed his butt with my right hand and took hold of his balls with my
left.  That was all it took – he bucked, threw back his head and hissed,
beating his meat wildly, while his cum flew all over the place.  Then he
ended up on his hands and knees beside me, panting hard.  After a bit he
shook his head and summed it up: "WOW!"

Shortly he took a deep breath and sat back on his heels and gave me a
small, embarrassed smile. "I've never done that before."

I grinned. "What, cum in my garden?"  I asked.

"No, errr, none of it, actually.  I've never cum with another guy.  I've
never had anyone touch my balls except a doctor.  Just....just....none of
it."  Then "Wow!"  And another deep breath.

"Why don't you go get your shorts and we can go sit on my patio?"  I
suggested.

"Yeah.  OK."  We both got to our feet and he tried to cover his still
engorged cock with his hands.

"Hey, don't worry about that," I said, "we've both seen each other at
our best."  He laughed and dropped his hands and went over and picked up
his shorts.  He started to put them on.  "Don't bother with that."  I
said quietly.  "We may want them off again later."  He hesitated, then
shrugged, and we walked over to my patio bare-ass naked, feeling the
night air on our bodies, feeling the breezes blowing around our cocks
and balls.  He was still mostly hard.  I knew I could get that way again
soon if the right situation developed.

He sat down and sort of covered his crotch with his hands.  I stood so
he could see me and slowly took off the ball stretcher and cock ring and
then the tit clamps.  Even in the somewhat broken moonlight here I could
see he was watching intently.  I handed him the tit clamps so he had to
move his hands.  He was fully hard again.  He tried one of the clamps on
his finger and looked a little surprised.  "Unless you're experienced
you wouldn't want then that tight on your tits."  I advised him.

"Uhh, yeah."  he said and put them down on the table and dropped his
hands back to his lap.

"So, who are you?" I asked.  "I don't think I've seen you in my back
yard before."  I added with a grin.

"I'm Scott.  Nial is my grandfather."  Nial is my next door neighbor on
the side where my yard is least private.  "He went to bed after the news
on TV, but I couldn't sleep. I came out the basement door to sit on his
patio and saw you moving around the yard, dancing or something.  I came
over so I could see what you were really doing, and then just couldn't
stop watching.  You got me pretty hot, too."

Ooops. I'd seduced my neighbor's grandson?  I wasn't at all sure he'd
like that. "I don't think I've seen you visit here before."

"Yeah, this is my first time.  I'm going to go to college here in the
fall, and he suggested that I come visit and he'd take me on a tour of
the campus and introduce me to a few people.  He's a professor there,
you know."

I knew that.  Nial and I were pretty friendly.  We stopped and talked on
the street or when we were working in our yards regularly. We'd had
drinks occasionally at his place or mine.  I knew he had a grandson but
didn't know he was this old.  "He doesn't know you're over here?"

"No, and don't worry, I don't plan to tell him about, .... about,.... well,
you know, any of this."

I could see he will still hard and was now was playing with his cock a
little, too, probably unconsciously.  Probably.  We were quiet for a few
moments and I noticed he was looking at the stuff on the table.  "Want
to try the tit clamps?"  I asked, since I'd seen him play with his tits
when he was close to coming.

He picked them up again, and again tried on one his finger.  "You'd want
it looser than that."  I said.  I took them and adjusted the thumb
screws and handed them back.

He tried it on his finger again and said, "Well, I guess."   He tried to
put one on and didn't quite know how to do it.  "Would you do it,
please?"  he said, handing them to me.  I put on one and released it
slowly.  He hissed and started to reach for it.

I took it off.  "A little looser, right?"

"Yeeah."  I adjusted them again.  As I reached for his chest again, he
said, "If you tied me to that tree," pointing to one of my tall,
straight trees,  "I'd have to take whatever you wanted me to, wouldn't
I?"

"Well, you could ask me to change it but you wouldn't be able to grab
it."

He was breathing a little nervously and I could see his pulse was fast.
"I .....  I think I'd .... would you do that to me? .... Please?"

"You want me to tie you to that tree?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please."

"Yes, please, what?"

"Yes, please .... tie me up."

"Yes, please, tie me up, what"

"Yes please, tie me up .... uhhhh .... sir?

"Good boy.  You want me to tie you up and then use the tit clamps?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You want me to tie your cock and balls up, too?"

Pause.  Then very quietly,  "Yes, Sir."

"You want to get your rocks off again, Boy?"

 No pause. "Yes, Sir!"

"OK, Boy, go stand with your back to the tree and I'll find some
ropes."  Hey, this was going well.  He was still fully hard.

I dug in my toy bag and found only a couple of ropes long enough to do
any good in this case.  I pulled them out and walked over to Scott.  He
was nervous, didn't know what to do with his hands, was breathing a
little raggedly and moving from foot to foot. Hey, if he really meant it
was the first time anyone but a Dr had touched his balls, he might be a
virgin to any sort of sex.  He seemed to have thought about this,
though.  It was his idea to get tied up.

 I put my hand flat in the middle of his chest so he could feel my
energy, and gently pushed him back against the tree so he would be more
grounded in his own. "Take a deep breath, son" I told him.  He did.
"And another."  He did, and seemed a little calmer.  "You can tell me to
stop any time you want, and I will. You can tell me to ease up, and I
will.  You can tell me you want more, and I will try to do that, too.
Got that, son?"

He stood up straighter, squared his shoulders, looked me in the eye and
said, "Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."  He was OK now.

It turned out that this particular tree had two limbs on almost opposite
sides that were just under shoulder level on Scott. "Put your arms on
those limbs." I told him.  He looked and then put first his right arm on
one and then his left on the other.  I put my hands on his arms, sort of
symbolically holding them on the limbs, and bent and started sucking and
licking his right nipple.  He was soon writhing under the attention.  I
switched nipples, and his breathing was getting ragged again, this time
from pure pleasure.  He started to move his arms.  "Stay." I said, and
he did.  I looked at his cock; he was rock hard and dripping.

I took one of the ropes and made two loops first at his right wrist, and
tied that off, then two at the elbow and tied that and then two just
above his biceps and then tied that.  "Doing OK, son?"  I asked.

"Yes, Sir."  he whispered.  So I tied the left arm the same way.  Then I
went back to his chest and licked and sucked on his nipples, enjoying
the very hard nubs they had become.  He was soon squirming again, at
least as much as he could.  I straightened up, grabbed a hand full of
hair with each hand and forced his head back against the tree and slowly
leaned in for a kiss.  I think he was at a total loss as our lips met;
he hadn't expected this.  I backed off just enough to run my tongue over
his lips a couple of times, and then kissed him again.  His lips were
more pliable this time, but he was still wondering what to think, how to
react.  I kissed the end of his nose and then his eyelids, then backed
up.  He was breathing heavily, and blinked rapidly a few times.

"I need some things from the house." I told him.  "I'll be right back."
He was new at this, and I didn't want him to panic. He took a deep
breath and nodded.  I went in to get some more ropes, and was probably
back in two or three minutes.  He was watching the door when I came out,
his cock was sagging slightly, I thought.  I walked to him and put the
ropes on the ground and spent a little time playing with his nipples and
leaned in for another kiss.  This time he hesitated only slightly and
then moved his head forward to meet me.  It was very light, tender.  His
cock was fully hard again.

I bent and put my hands on his feet, "Move your legs apart." and showed
his by a little pressure where I wanted his feet – wide enough and back
far enough so the tree would keep him from moving his feet closer
together.  Then I picked up one of the ropes and tied one end around one
of his ankles, ran it around the tree, and then tied the other ankle. I
picked up a second rope and ran it around the tree and just above his
knees and tied it.  The third I ran low enough around his waist to keep
hum from thrusting his hips, and tied it.  I had another I could use
around his upper chest, but I decided to let him have some freedom there
for now, at least.  His cock stayed hard through all this, and was
leaking enough precum to be dripping again.  I leaned in and started
tonguing his nipples again while taking his balls in my hand and rolling
them back and forth.  Then I just held them in my fingers and pushed his
cock firmly against his stomach with the heel of my hand.

Scott proved he was a teenager – he groaned and came all over his
stomach.  "Shit!" I thought, "I was just getting started."  I
straightened up to look at his face, and he was still glassy eyed, just
starting to focus again.  "I didn't tell you you could cum." I told him,
tweaking a nipple firmly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." he gasped. "I didn't know I was going to."

I'd kept my hand on his cock and balls, and he wasn't getting soft.
This was good news.  I wiped some of the cum off his belly and brought
it up to his mouth.  "Lick it off."  I told him.

"Uhhhhnnnhhh," he shook his head.

I grabbed some hair again, and held my cum-covered fingers against his
lips. "You cum without my permission, you eat it!" I hissed at him.  He
resisted for a few moments longer, then opened his mouth and tentatively
stuck his tongue out and licked a little off my finger.  It apparently
wasn't at all what he expected.  After a few seconds he was licking them
carefully and didn't object when I went back to his belly and pubic hair
for whatever hadn't dripped off to the ground.

When we finished that, I moved in for a good wet kiss.  He seemed ready
for that this time.  He moved his head to meet me and his mouth opened
as soon as mine did.  His tongue played vigorously with mine.  I played
with his nipples and they got hard again and he groaned into my mouth.
His cock was hard again.  I held it in my hand.  "Can you cum again?" I
asked him.

"Sure!" he responded.  Oh, to be a teenager again.

I decided to let him rest a short time at least.  "I'll get us some
water." I said, and went in the house.  This time I stayed a little
longer.  He was watching the door when I came out, but gave no sign of
being worried that I wasn't coming back.  I had had my drink inside, and
gave him some water from a plastic water bottle.  "Thanks." he said.

I pinched one of his nipples pretty hard.  "What?"  I asked.

"Thank you, Sir."  he stammered.

This time I wanted to have a chance to use some of the toys, so I
decided to skip any further foreplay.  I picked up the tit clamps,
played with his tits until they were hard again, then attached the
clamps.  I released the springs slowly so I could get a reading of how
much it hurt.  He groaned a little but didn't flinch and try to twist
away, so I figured they were OK for a while.

Then I picked up a six-foot length of soft cord, doubled it, made a loop
at the center, and put the loop over his cock and balls.  I tightened
the loop firmly, and adjusted it so the loose ends hung down behind his
scrotum.  I pulled the cords forward, between his balls and then up and
over his cock, one cord on each side, bringing them back down the
opposite sides and then wrapped each one around and around above each
ball until they were well separated, then finished off by wrapping the
cords all the way around his scrotum, pulling his balls down a bit
further.  I tied it off firmly.  Scott was looking down, trying to see
what I was doing, and his cock was hard as a rock at this point.

I couldn't do a lot of ass play with him tied to the tree this way, but
with his inexperience even a little might be pretty exciting.  I found
the lube I had used earlier and put some on the tips of my fingers.  I
reached between his legs and started massaging behind his balls and
forcing my fingers between his ass cheeks, closer and closer to his rose
bud. After a couple of minutes of indecision about this he finally
started trying to spread his cheeks as much as he could while tied up
like he was.  I found his pucker and started rubbing it.

After a very sort time, actually, it relaxed a bit, and I pushed in
about a knuckles length of finger.  He moaned and would have bucked his
hips if he could have.  His cock was dripping steadily again, and I took
its head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it a couple of times.
He gasped in appreciation. I held his balls with my other hand and then
deep throated him. I moved slowly up and down his cock, giving full
attention to the bottom and the head with my tongue.  I didn't think it
would take much to take him over the edge, and I was right. "I'm going
to cum!" he croaked out, and then blasted several hot shots of cum into
my mouth.  I held on until he finished, then stood up to kiss him with
his cum in my mouth.  He was still too out of it to realize what was
going on until we were kissing and he suddenly realized what the taste
in my mouth was.  He stopped moving ever so briefly, and then went as
wild as he could, tied up like he was, and tried to suck it all out of
my mouth.

After things calmed down, I untied his cock and balls and took the
clamps off his tits.  He had no idea how much that was going to hurt.
He yelped and tried to twist away as I massaged the blood and feelings
back into them.  After that I finished untying him, and as I got his
second arm loose he caught me in a bear hug and just held on for what
seemed like several minutes.  I held him for a while and then started
rubbing his butt and back and neck and head, up and down, up and down.
Finally he took a deep breath, let go and stepped back.  "I can't
believe how ... how ... hot that was." He was having a little trouble with
finding words to express it all.   "Thank you.   .... uhhhh .... Thank you,
Sir."

"We're out of that scene now, Scott."  I told him.  "That's the only
time I call you `Boy' and expect you to call me `Sir'."

"Can I have some more water, Sir? ...... oooops."  He sort of grinned, and
so did I'

"Sure."  and I handed him the bottle.

"How long are you going to be here?"

"Well, we visit the campus and meet some people tomorrow morning and
then Granddad and I are going to Chicago for a couple of days and then
I'll fly home."

"I had fun tonight.  I hope you did."  I told him.

"I sure did!!" he said enthusiastically.  "Maybe I could call you when I
get back to town?"

"Sure." But I knew he'd be busy getting to know the campus and meeting
new friends there. I got one of my cards for him so he'd have my name
and phone number in case he really wanted it. I'd just wait and see.
And if things continued with Mark, I'd have my hands full anyway.  It
had been a great evening, first Mark and then Scott.

"Now, you'd better get those shorts back on and go home to bed, or Nial
will wonder why you're so tired later this morning."

"Yeah, I guess."  He started to put his shorts on.

"Wait!"  I handed him a towel.  "Better wipe the lube off your ass or
it'll show on those shorts."

"Errr, yeah, thanks."  He was embarrassed again, but he did it and did
it thoroughly.  Good kid.  Then he put his shorts on.  I stepped up to
give him a hug and he responded fully and openly and held on again.
"That was great, thanks again, Sir."  he said, stepping back and
grinning.  With that he headed home.  I watched him go, and as he was
going in the house, he turned, saw me watching, waved, and closed the
door.

Now it was time to collect my toys and get to bed myself.  There were
consulting jobs to work on tomorrow.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The next evening Mark stopped by on the way home from work.  I invited
him in, but he demurred.  "I can only stay a minute, Sir. Nancy's
expecting me home for dinner soon. She came home last night because some
clients cancelled their appointments for today.  But her company
assigned her to do a trade show in St Louis, and she leaves Friday for
that and then she'll call on some clients near there next week, so
she'll be gone most of the week, too.  Do you think we could do some
more ... training during that time, Sir?"

"I think we can work it in." I said with a mental grin, thinking of the
double meaning  even if Mark didn't.  "I'll be around all that time."  I
wondered if I'd get any work done on my consulting jobs.

"Thank you, Sir."  He was clearly pleased.  "I'll come by Friday after
work to see what you think is needed."  The front of his pants was
tenting noticeably.  He was clearly looking forward putting himself in
my hands again.

"Great.  See you then." I said.  He headed down the driveway with a
little spring in his step.  As I watched him I was already planning some
extended time in the basement playroom he didn't even know about yet.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Nial saw me working in the yard the day he got home from Chicago and
came over to talk.  He had a real twinkle in his eye, and I couldn't
figure out what he found so amusing.  After a while he got around to
it.  "You know, that night when Scott was here I couldn't sleep very
well for a while, and I came down stairs. The back door was open, so  I
looked out, and Scott had his pants around his ankles and was watching
you doing something in your yard."  I must have turned bright red.  His
grin got even broader.  "You know, I had no idea my grandson was that
well hung. Well, I watched until I saw him walk into your yard.  When he
stood by you a couple of minutes and then just collapsed, I knew what
had happened.  Anyway, I knew he was in good hands, and I went back to
bed.  He was a little tired the next day, though."  Nial guffawed.  I
must have been looking at him with my mouth hanging open.

"Bill, I figured you out shortly after you moved in, and seeing how you
dress and seeing some of the company you have, I knew you were into
leather, too.  I've known you for several years now, and I couldn't ask
for a better neighbor.  If my grandson swings your way, I couldn't
imagine a better, more caring teacher. Now close your mouth.  I'll never
ask for details of what you two did, from either of you. If you
impressed him like you do me, he'll come back if you let him.   If he
does, tell him I don't care if he's gay or straight or what, I just want
him to be happy.  It can be pretty lonely if he happens to be gay and
thinks no one in his family knows or would understand."  He clapped me
on the back.  "See you later, Bill.  Have fun in your yard." and he
headed home.  I blushed again as I wondered exactly what he meant by
that last crack.

Tomorrow, Mark would be over to see what the next training steps would
be. I would like some answers about what's really going on with him so I
know a little what to expect, but no matter what, I thought we were
going to enjoy things for a few days.

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