Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 10:13:54 -0000
From: Anubis <anubisthejackel2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Stealing Cherries, and Losing Your Own

  I was born and brought up in the East End of London and would proberbly
never have laid eyes on a pig, sheep ,or cow if it wasn't for my aunt and
uncle. They lived in a small village in Kent, a county that is rightly
called "The Garden of England," with their son Tom.  Every summer during
the long school holidays I used to go and stay with them. Tom (who was the
same age as me) and I used to have some great adventures under the
cloudless summer skies, until the year when we were both 15 year sold when
everything changed.
  My uncle worked on one of the smaller farms in the area, but next to it
was an enormous farm owned by The Lazelle family, who were very rich. Tom
had taken to climbing the wall that encircled The Lazelle Farm's cherry
orchard and eating the cherries, which were reputed to be the best in
England. He persquaded me to join him on one of his raids, and that evening
we set off on our illeagal quest. We had scaled the wall and had just
started to help ourselves to the fruit when we heard the sound of barking
dogs approaching. We tried to get back across the wall but the dogs were
upon us, they didn't attack just held us there until their master arrived.
   As we were cowering against the wall Simon Lazelle and four of his
public school chums surrounded us. Simon was 17 years old, a bully, a snob,
who was normally away at public school but like us was spending the summer
at home with some of his posh friends. He called us "Little Thieves" and
told us that he was taking us to the police station. Now stealing a few
cherries may sound like small change but all the local magistrates were
local landowners and The lazelles had a lot of pull in the district. Simon
told us that we would end up in a young offenders institute, and that Tom's
father would proberbly be sacked and would have to leave his tied cottage.
I was frightened but Tom was absolutely terrified, he pleaded to the
bullying Simon for mercy.
   Simon gave a nasty smirk and told us that the alternative was to do
exactly what he told us to do, without arguement or hesitation, we quickly
nodded our approval. He then instructed us to strip down to our little
white underpants as we were going to play gladiators.  When we complied he
told us the rules: "You have to fight each other to pull the pants off the
other gladiator" he said, "The one who loses their pants first has to pay a
forfeit."
   We circled each other while the bullies stood round us grinning. I tried
to grab Tom's pants and tug them down, but he was stronger than I was, and
pulled away. Then he tripped me and as I put my hands out to break my fall
he ripped my underwear off, leaving me naked and vunerable. The evil Simon
felt that we had not fought hard enough and that the result was a draw.
Within seconds some of the public school thugs had dragged Tom's pants off
as well, so that he stood there nude, as well as me.
  "Now comes the forfeit" cried our tormentor, we were pushed down on our
hands and knees and erect cocks were pushed into our mouths.  There was no
point in trying to refuse this degradation, the bullies were bigger than us
and there was five of them against two of us.  Tom tried to struggle until
Simon reminded him that his family could be homeless, then he reluctantly
started sucking the cock of a fat boy, who sported a large uncut weapon.
Simon was the first guy who made me perform orally on his person. He was
grinning and telling me how to do it properly, obviously enjoying my shame
as much as he was enjoying the cocksucking. He managed to last forever,
before he shot gallons of hot cum into my mouth. As soon as his softening
cock slid out of my mouth another hard one took it's place. Tom sucked two
cocks, I sucked three, then we thought our punishment was over - but we
were wrong.
   The bullies, who had all regained their erections then grabbed us and
held us firmly while one of them positioned himself behind each of us. Tom
started crying as the tip of the fat boy's large cock started pushing
between his asscheeks. We were going to get fucked, and my fear was mixed
with excitement about what was about to happen.  Again it was Simon who was
going to be first, to take my cherry. I tensed up as I felt his meat push
my little skinny ass cheeks open, allowing his angry cock to push up
against my rosebud. then one big push and he was inside me, gliding all the
was in until I was fully impaled on his cock. He started to fuck me with
slow, gentle strokes, but soon he was banging my poor ass with all his
strength. I looked across to Tom, the fat boy was thrusting into my cousin
who was totally distraught, I on the other hand was loving it, although I
didn't have any idea why.  This time I took two cocks while Tom had to
endure the other three.  We were then allowed to go home with the warning
that this was only the start of our punishment. Tom was in turmoil as he
realised that we would have to endure further sessions of sucking and
fucking, but he had too much to lose by refusing. I on the other hand
didn't have as much to lose, but was turned on by the experiance.
    The public school louts had us twice again during that holiday.  Once
they took us into a wood and made us sixty-nine each other while we were
fucked by them. The other time we were taken to a hay loft and while they
laid down on their backs with their hard, angry cocks pointing upwards; we
had to squat down and impale ourselves on their cocks, until they lost the
desire to fuck us any more. That was the last holiday that I had in Kent,
and I really lost contact with Tom, he hated servicing Simon and his
friends, and I think that he knew that I loved it.
   I did well at school and was offered a place to read Law at one of the
top english universities. On my first day there, who should I bump into but
my old tormentor Simon, who was starting the last year of a modern history
course. He bought me a drink, took me back to his room, made me go down on
him, then fucked me at regular intervals through the night. My social life
in that first year consisted of servicing him, and on occaisions his
friends. We were not lovers in the accepted sense of the word, he had no
interest in me or my needs. I think that he realised that I got off being
dominated and abused, and that suited him down to the ground. Laying on his
bed with my legs up, him shagging me while I tried to suck his pal's two
cocks at once was the ultimate in sexual pleasure for me, and he knew it.
   After he left university I didn't see him again for twelve years.  I met
him at a gay party in Hampstead. I was a successful solictor while he only
got a third in modern history had a nothing job in the civil service. He
told me that his father had broken with him when his sexuality had become
public knowledge. When the party finished we walked across the heath
together, he suddenly got down, fished my cock out and started blowing me
in the middle of Hampstead Heath, but the new Simon bored me. The old Simon
who had made me fight strip gladiators and then presided over a gang bang
excited me, but then we had both changed.