Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2009 05:19:53 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <la-plume-volante@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stealing Watermelons

I knew it was wrong but I succumbed to temptation anyway. On my way to a
lakeside barbeque with a large bunch of friends, I was driving down a quiet
country road when I spied a large watermelon patch. No one was in sight, so
I thought "Why not take a few melons to the party?" I stopped, got out of
my car and looked around. There was only the sound of crickets and tree
frogs in the dying sunset -- no sign of anyone. So I tentatively stepped
into the edge of the field, chose a melon, and ran back with it to my
car. I repeated this maneuver and deposited a second inside. Then, as I was
about to break the stem of a third, I became aware of a presence standing
above me. He was a tall muscular bear with a two-day stubble, wearing a
sleeveless shirt, hat and loose overalls, carrying a shotgun.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, young fella?"

Scared shitless, I muttered, "Nothing, sir."

"So you are helping yourself to my watermelons, are you?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I know it was wrong. I'll certainly pay for them," I said,
reaching back for my wallet.

"You'll pay alright, you fucking thief, but it's not gonna be quite that
easy." He moved forward to my car, opened the passenger door and started to
get in. "Get in your car, buddy, and start driving. Turn right at the
driveway just down the road."

Seated inside, he was holding his gun so he could point it at me at a
moment's notice. I was trembling with fear, but managed to do what he
said. The next half-mile seemed like an endless journey. Suddenly I
desperately needed to pee, but had no immediate prospect of being able to
relieve myself. Dust flew up behind my car as we went down the narrow
unpaved driveway to an unpainted house and a large unpainted barn. Clearly
this was a reasonably large but not prosperous farm. When we reached the
house he told me to stop and turn off the motor. Then he told me to get out
of the car and put the watermelons I had taken on the front porch. He got
out and watched, still holding the gun. It was bloody awkward making two
trips to his porch as he watched.

When I finished, I started muttering an apology, hoping he would let me
go. But he put up his hand to signal me not to speak. "Not so quick, bud. I
think it's about time you learned a lesson. Now about that payment I
mentioned in the field . . . You see that barn over there? That's where
we're going." I was really terrified now.

 "Please, sir, let me go. I promise I'll never, ever do anything like this
again. I'm really sorry. I'll be glad to buy a bunch of watermelons."

He sneered. "It ain't gonna be that easy." I looked around, hoping there
would be someone else whose presence would deter him from any dire actions,
but except for him the place seemed deserted. It was getting dark, so as we
entered the barn and he flipped a switch and a few bare light bulbs cast a
dim glow inside. "See that ladder to the hayloft? Climb up. I'll be right
behind you, so don't try any funny business." I climbed, wondering if this
was going to be the last place I'd ever see. He was right behind me, his
shotgun suspended on his shoulder by a strap.

When we got to the loft there was one dim light and a lot of hay. There was
also some kind of wooden contraption between two upright supports that may
have had to do with the hay but I couldn't tell what. Still holding the
shotgun, he said "Strip!"

"Oh, sir," I began . . ." but he shushed me.

"Take your fucking clothes off -- all of `em -- now!" He watched as I
removed first one garment and then another, trying to delay as long as
possible the removal of my boxers. Meanwhile, he kicked off his shoes and
then hitched off the straps of his overalls, which he stepped out of as
they fell to the floor, while he still held the shotgun. I had never
thought of myself as being attracted to men, but I involuntarily gasped as
a wave of strange feeling swept through my insides. When naked, except for
the open sleeveless shirt and the hat, his stubbly face became a sexy
extension of his furry muscled torso. I couldn't imagine a more manly man.

A sadistic grin crossed his face as he observed my reaction. Then he called
out, "Clem, get up here." It was the first inkling I had of there being
anyone else around, but obviously he had either a helper or a partner who
had already been in the barn. At once there were footfalls on the ladder
rungs and in a moment the head of the guy in the other pic appeared. When
he was in the loft he said.

"Yeah, Buck, what you need?" So now I knew the name of my captor -- make
that plural

"Tie this motherfucker to the crib frame here." He held the shotgun at the
ready to make sure I obeyed without hesitation. Clem tied my left hand to
one of the up rights and the right to the other, but in such a way that I
had to bend over the crib, exposing my backside to full view. Then he
secured my ankles, just to make sure I remained fixed in place.

I was petrified as to what would happen and I became aware again that I
desperately needed to pee. "Please, sir," I began, "I don't know what you
mean to do with me but I really have to pee."

"Fine, pee all you want. But for as long as you pee I'm gonna whap your ass
with this slat -- like this," and he reached back and landed a fierce blow
to my backside. It hurt, it really fucking hurt and I could imagine that it
left a substantial bright welt. It made me lose control of my bladder and a
stream of pee started. He was good for his word. Before I finished there
were at least nine more swats. The pain was almost blinding, so I was
grateful when he stopped.

"Funny, that makes me need to pee also." So he stood behind me and pissed
directly on my inflamed ass. The salty liquid made it sting all the more.
"What about you, Clem? Don't you need to pee too?" So Clem took up where
Buck left off.

When that was over Buck came up behind me with some kind of grease and
started lubing my asshole, sticking a finger deep inside. At first it hurt
but then it didn't. I'd never felt that sensation before. Next he pressed
up behind me and I could feel his dick against the length of my ass
crack. He humped a bit and his cock began to grow. "You like that don't
you, you thieving asshole?" I didn't answer, but he slapped my ass hard and
I realized I'd better say yes. Well this teasing went on until his cock was
fully hard, and then I realized he meant business.

The thrust through my sphincter nearly made me scream, but as he pushed
further and further in I had some rather ambiguous feelings about what was
happening. Well, long story short, Buck fucked me, first with long easy
strokes then faster harder ones, until he was ramming me so hard my bones
almost rattled. No question about it, he is one macho dude. But there's
more. As Buck got into the long strokes, he told Clem to feed me his
dick. So in fact I was being spit roasted, getting my face fucked as well
as my ass. The two continued for quite a long time, because every time they
were close to cumming they would pull out until the sensation subsided and
then they would start all over again. Finally, as if they were hard wired
for the same response, both started cumming at once. What a sensation to
have both these studs streaming their seed in me at both ends! The truth to
tell, I came too. In fact, I shot a big wad all over Clem's feet. When they
saw it, the two men howled with laughter.

When they were finished and untied me, Buck made me lick his dick clean,
then lick his ass. I had never done any of this before, but by the time it
was over I had very mixed feelings about it. They didn't prolong it. Buck
told me to dress and go down to my car and get the fuck off his farm and
never, ever come back -- unless, he sneered, I wanted to come back for a
night with him and Clem in the house. He also told me to take the
watermelons.

When I finally got to the barbeque it was almost over, but the watermelons
made a nice dessert. My friends all wondered why I was so late, why I
walked so gingerly with the melons from my car, and why I stood up to eat.
But I just smiled mysteriously and said, "It's a long story . . ."