Scrumping the Orchard

It was a lovely Autumn afternoon when I decided that the apples in the Suuires orchard were just to good to ignore. I should have known better I suppose but the sight and smell were so attractive. I was soon up the largest tree I could find and was soon tasting the first of my ill begotten trove. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I held my breath. Then I saw John, the Squires son,strolling along under the trees, with his dog.

I remained quite still hoping he would not see me. But the blasted dog decided to stop at my tree for a pee. He must have got my scent and began to bark. John looked up and I looked down. I was so embarrassed.

"Come on down,young David," he said. Young indeed! He was only two years older than me at 17. But, he was the Squires son and that made a difference to me. We lived in his fathers house, and my Dad worked for his father.

He marched me off and I had visions of being in front of the Squire and having to work for weeks for nothing. However we finished up at the big barn at the end of the orchard.

"I know how to deal with kids who steal apples,"he said. I then realized I was in for a beating. Oh well! I would have got one from Dad, if I had been caught by anyone else. John dropped the bar into the door of the barn.

"Now there is no way out for you. And if you try to make a run for it the dog will get you. Do as you are told or you will get twice as much as is due to you."

He then took of his jacket and stood there in his shirt and breeches. I could see that he was far more developed than me and that I would stand no chance in trying to get away. I decided that I was in for it and got that feeling. You know the one. Fright mingled with excitement that one seems to experience when facing punishment.

Come over here," I was ordered and I shuffled over to him. There was a ladder leaning against the wall leading up to the upper floor of the barn. It was about two foot wide and slanted at 45 degrees.

"Take off your boots and shirt,"he ordered," and then stand on the bottom rung. "I got where he said and he then stood either side of me and went up two rungs. I was pushed forward onto the ladder by this movement. The he grabbed my hands and put them on a higher rung. Almost as far as I could reach. He started to tie them to the ladder.

This began to frighten me and I started to bed him to let me off. At this he just laughed and finished the job. I had the feeling that he was excited by what he was doing and somehow this excitement started to spread to myself. Soon he was down the ladder and fastening my feet in the same manner.

I felt as helpless as a baby but for some reason this relaxed me. It was as if I had handed my self over and was now relieved of all responsibility as to what would happen. This new mental feeling soon translated itself into a physical one, and for some reason I felt a tingling in my loins. My cock was starting to erect.

Suddenly, to my shock and surprise,I felt Johns fingers at my buttons and then my breeches being lowered to bare my behind to his view. I felt so ashamed, as with my breeches around my ankles I looked down to see my erect cock poking through the rungs of the ladder. The blood was pouring into my cock and the skin was allowing the pink knob to show.

"This seems to have got you aroused," said John as he walked round the ladder,having a good look. The he fingered me causing more pulsations. I tried in vain to resist but soon submitted to his touch. I started to relax as he fondled my balls and manipulated the foreskin.

"We must not forget what we came her for," said John, "Although you have made me randy too."

He picked up a truss of straw and stood behind me. With one hand between my legs he pulled me backward so that there was a space between me and the ladder. He pushed the straw up in between so that I was now held out by it. Obviously making my behind a better target in that position. He stepped back to check and I could see from his breeches that he definitely was enjoying the sight.

"Now we are ready. I am going to give you a good spanking first and then two dozen stingers with my belt."

Mixed feelings of fright and pleasure raced through me as I lay there, cock thrusting into soft straw. Although I was still begging to be let off, I did not really, deep down, want him to let me off anything.

Standing beside me on the left side he began the spanking. At first there was not much to it, except his hand slapping my rump. But that light slapping brought back my horn which had subsided when I was frightened. It was now lively again, among the straw. I wondered,and hoped, that the spanking would become harder.

It did!!He was working it up gradually until each slap was starting to feel like a bee sting, and my arse was starting to wriggle. The slaps were well spaced and I never knew on which part the next one was to land.

The domes of my arse got most of the slaps though. Suddenly all attention was paid to the left cheek. The slaps came hard and fast. I was just about to scream out when the slaps switched to the right cheek and it got the same treatment. Suddenly I realized that the spanking and produced the hardest erection I had ever had. The stinging at the back. The horn at the front. Ecstasy. Not pleasure but pure sexual enjoyment.

The spanking ended and Johns hands massaged the cheeks they had so recently been beating. More encouragement for my steamer!His wandering hands slid down my crack made me worry that I was going to shot off but he suddenly stopped.

I heard him undo his belt. He stood there doing nothing for what seemed an eternity and then... crack! A searing cut dead across the centre of my arse. I cried out. I thought I was on fire. Another crashed into my poor bum... then a third. My arse was till there and he landed a fourth with all his considerable strength. I suppose that you can get used to anything and soon my arse was waiting and ready for the next stroke. His aim was true and the strokes were landing on or near the previous ones. At last it was over. The first dozen that is.

"We will let them soak in before you get the rest. But first you will have to supply some relief. My cock cant hold out much longer." As he spoke he was rubbing the cheeks of my arse and I was almost in a trance with the feel of it. I was so enthralled that at that moment I was prepared to stay in his power for ever and allow him to do as he would with me and my body.

It therefore did not bother me as he untied my hands and retied them to the rung level with my shoulders. I then felt him climbing up the ladder over me. The feel of his body against mine sent me into another plane. When he was above me he turned around and lowered himself so that he was resting on my arms. His crotch was facing me as he undid his breeches and pulled out his cock.

About an inch bigger than mine it was probably six and a half inches. A loose foreskin,as although he was rock hard, the tip was only peeping out of its hood. The smell of virile teen age boy struck me and I was again struck by my feelings. I was wanting to get my hands on it but they were bound. Anyway I sensed Johns desire was something different. He held it so it was level with my lips.

I was not sure how to do this but I was going to try. I opened my mouth and leaned my head forward and took the tip between my lips. A shudder passed through Johns body and he eased it further in. Soon I had my lips and tongue busy. I managed to ease back the foreskin with my tongue and could taste his saltiness. I could feel his excitement building and then with a groan and no warning he spurted his juices into my mouth. The taste made me even more excited and I continued to suk at him until his erection subsided.

After a few minutes he scrambled down the ladder. "You will have to sit there while I have a rest,"he said, throwing himself onto a bale. "Then we will see about giving you the last dozen still due to you. But I must recover first."

For ten minutes he lay there contemplating my naked body, I was left, trussed, to think about what was coming to me. I was surprised to find that I was longing for the business to restart. I was still at full horn and the thought of Johns throbbing cock in my mouth was thrilling.

At last he stood up, rubbing his dick,gradually bringing it to full erection. Then, with it sticking out in front of him, he came back to the ladder and picked up the belt. I began to wriggle my arse in anticipation.

"Twelve good cuts with this belt and that arse of yours will be ready for anything. My prick wont disappoint it I am sure. Now get ready."

I was wondering what he meant about his prick and my arse when he landed the first cut. Wow!! I wriggled and shouted and kept on wriggling.

"Keep quite still so I can get a proper aim." I found myself obeying this order, and to my surprise also found myself pushing out my bum to receive the next stroke properly. And down it came, followed by another, then another. By the sixth I had relaxed again, but he altered the angle and I strained against my bonds.

The remaining six I took without any hurry between the strokes. Each stroke of this set laid straight across my cheeks. I was welcoming them by now,pushing out my arse to greet them. When he had finished John dropped his belt and took my cheeks in his hands.

"They are really hot now,lad, and when they are this hot there is only one thing to do with them. My prick is going up your arse. You are going to get fucked."

I did not know what he meant but by now I did not care,This boy could do all he wanted to me and use my arse in anyway he wanted to. Standing behind me he was using every inch of my arse. He was slowly caressing the cheeks. His hands parted them and feeling his fingers on my hole I went delirious. Then I felt a greasy finger slide into my hole.

"This is where my cock is going soon," he muttered. "And when I get it right in I am going to fill you with my juice."

Then,I felt his cock nosing between my cheeks. It lodged against my hole. His arms went around me in a hug and he pushed hard. As it passed my ring I felt a flash of pain and then it subsided. And wave after wave of pleasure seemed to appear from nowhere as his young cock slowly pumped in and out of me. Moaning with happiness I pushed back against him and felt his balls rest against me.

His hands were now wandering all over my chest,then down to my belly and eventually to my erect cock. He eased the skin back with one hand and rubbed the wet tip with the other.

"Now I am going to fuck you properly. It will take a while as I have to get another load of juice up from my balls,"he whispered in my ear.

"Oh John," I replied as though in a dream,"Go on as long as you like. I am just so glad you like me."

"Like you, you silly little bugger. I think that I love you."

I pressed back against him in silent thanks for those words. Then he started. At first he was very slow and gentle,in and out. Then I started to wriggle and his motions changed to a circular pattern. Then he started to thrust and his thighs griped mine and his hands were around my waist. The thrust got faster and his breathing became louder.

"I'm coming," I heard him say.

John clung to me and I felt the beat of his cock deep in me as he pumped his juice out. The feeling set me off and my cock spurted as well into his hand.

John slumped forward on the ladder,nibbling my ear and whispering love words. We lay together on the ladder happy and spent. At last John withdrew from me and got down. He loosened my binds and I stood up unfettered

"You are still going to get spanked you know," he said with a grin. I threw myself into his arms which enfolded me. We kissed for the first time. I took his shriveled cock in my hand and whispered. "AS long as this is mine alone."

His reply was to grasp my cock and balls and return to kissing me. And we stood there. Two teenagers in love. Pants around their ankles.

I must run now as I am going to scrump a few more apples. I just saw John walk by with his dog.

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written by davey