It had been a back-breaking week, and the weather just seemed to be getting hotter still. No-one was doing anything quickly any more, least of all gardeners like me. Clients had been pissing me off, asking me to do more than usual, which is great, except when it’s 35 degrees in the shade, and you can’t strip down any more without looking completely unprofessional. Doesn’t go down well with the high-class clients I look after. It was Friday afternoon, and my last job of the week. Thankfully, I knew this house was empty and unfurnished. I was tending the gardens, which were gorgeous, while the owner tried to sell. This place was on the outskirts of town, and on the market for £600k. It was an amazing house! The place was beautiful - single-storey, sleekly modern, with mostly glass walls on two sides looking onto stunning gardens. The house had a central courtyard too, with a pond and space to enjoy in complete privacy. I always thought the place would be ideal for nudists, as it wasn’t overlooked. That courtyard had a partial roof, so you could be nude outdoors (ish) all year round, if you liked. The whole place was surrounded by high walls, and the gate was one of those posh, solid wood automatic sliding affairs.

At last, I thought, no-one around, I can strip down a bit while I work. I’d brought my lunch, got everything ready, then, shirt on the grass by the pond, shoes and socks stripped off, I lay by the pond to enjoy my meal. It was bliss – wonderful – radio on my phone with some relaxing music, giant glass of iced water along with my food, all the week’s frustrations, and the heat, seemed suddenly more tolerable. I planned to let the heat of the day pass a little before I got to work – the agent had confirmed there would not be any viewings, and none of his staff would be coming. I’d only met him once, when he’d hired me a few weeks ago, but I checked in with him every week, fantasising about him as I talked to him. He’s one of those guys who looks well put together, and has a very kind, charming face, which hides how gorgeous he is. When you look a bit more, and see the chiselled jaw, the bulging shoulders and stout thighs, you can’t help but mentally undress him, revealing a ripped, muscular body with barely an ounce of fat, and a nice package between those acres of thigh. Well, I can’t help it anyway.

I must have nodded off, for it was about three when I was startled by rustling in the trees. There was a breeze getting up – wonderful! I could feel it stirring my chest rug, making the hairs vibrate - a delicious feeling. Between food, the sleep, and thoughts of that estate agent, I felt really good and raring to go when I’d woken up fully. So, with socks and shoes back on, shirt in the van, it was time to work. As you can imagine, a life of gardening keeps me in good shape. Hill walking at the weekends helps too, so although I’m hardly model material, I do think I look pretty good. I particularly like my strong thighs and beefy, hairy forearms. You’d think, to look at me, I was a natural dom top. But no, not me, I like nothing better than handing over control of my body and being toyed with – tied, tickled, teased, edged, milked, stroked – and worshipping some demigod who is butch dom top material.

I was contracted to do four hours’ work each week, keeping the place tidy, and taming the vast, overgrown wilderness hidden by the tidy garden near the house. The agent knew I usually enjoyed the garden before I got to work, finishing about 7pm. The wilderness wasn’t quite woodland, but a strip of wild shrubs, weeds, grasses and lots of willow, so as I went, I was building a willow screen to conceal the wilderness. I’d been at it for about an hour, and had collected enough willow to do a bit more screen. It was cooler in the wilderness, but I was still coated with a sheen of sweat – everywhere – my body hair was getting matted down in places, or forming patterns from where I’d held things or brushed against them.

I gathered my willow, dumped it next to the screen, and started hammering the next few stakes in. I realised I needed one of my knives, so went to get it from my van, and pushed on. Something didn’t feel quite right. I had the strangest sensation that something had changed when I got back. I had no idea why. Anyway, not being a fanciful chap, I carried on working. This feeling didn’t go away, and I was starting to need a break. I stretched a bit to warm down, and as I was doing so, the sensation crystallised in my mind. I was being watched. But from where? There was no-one here, and the place wasn’t overlooked. I glanced at the house. Everything seemed the same. I wasn’t sure those blinds were slightly open when I started, but.... no, - mind playing tricks again. So I flopped down on the warm grass, feeling it tickle my skin – always a nice sensation – and gave my feet some air as well. All this sunshine, sweating, hard work and the feeling I was being watched was making me nervous, but horny too. The serpent in my shorts was stirring, nudging at the limits of his steamy lair. Fortunately, my shorts weren’t that short – I’d only have to worry if he got really excited.

Back to work, I still felt I was being watched, and when I straightened up and stretched, I was pretty sure something was moving behind those blinds. They’d definitely moved now. As I was picking up a hand tool (just in case) and getting ready to go and investigate, my phone rang. Client – discussing next week’s job, changing what they want. I was kneeling on the grass writing in my pad, which was on my toolbox. Job done, I put the notebook back in my toolbox. As I stood and turned, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that those blinds were now open – fully open – revealing a sight that left me standing there with my mouth hanging open. There sat the agent, Tom, on a low easy chair, staring at me. He was completely naked, hairy chest, six pack, veins showing on his lower belly, soft cock that looked like it had potential to grow a lot, HUGE thighs, hairy legs, and on a footstool, a pair of the strongest-looking feet I’d ever seen.

I didn’t know what to do, where to look, how to hide the stirrings in my shorts. My brain had frozen. I decided – after what felt like hours - a cool response was required. So I smiled, nodded and got back to work, trying not to stare obviously. What I wanted to do was run inside, kneel at those feet and just start licking, not stopping till – days later – I got to his mouth and kissed him, passionately, wrapping myself around him.

I carried on for a while – making a terrible job of what I was doing. I looked up to see him now sitting with his arms over his head, delicious long pit hairs clinging to his skin. And those biceps – wow!

He stretched, and saw me looking. With a sultry look in his eyes, he beckoned me to come to the house. He stood, and opened the French door in front of which he was sitting. I wavered for a second. This was a terrible thing to do with a client – like the milkman in those seventies films nipping into the house for a bit of rumpy pumpy – almost seedy. But look at him, he’s telling me what to do. He signals more firmly, shouting to me “Don’t make me wait, get in here NOW!”

Well, I ran. Wouldn’t you? As I reached him, and went to get hold of him, he backed away. “Don’t touch. Strip, and kneel.” I could feel his eyes devouring me. I felt so dirty, in a sexual way – my knees were leaving muddy marks on the floor as well - and yet it felt so right. I was assuming my rightful place at the feet of the Adonis.

He sat, legs one over the other, on the floor, hands behind him.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Oh yes, you’re gorgeous”

“I knew when we met at my office you wanted me. It didn’t take much digging to find out that you’re a foot slut who likes nothing better than to be taken in hand, and to serve a real man like me.”

“How did you find that out?”

“Don’t be so ungrateful! You should be pleased I did..... because I want you to service me, to please me, and do all the things you do to the other men you play with.”

By this time, I had a hard-on I couldn’t hide. The sight of his feet was driving me wild, and I was lost. I don’t think I’ve ever stripped so fast in my life – even if I wasn’t wearing much. He picked up my boots, keys, phone and clothes as I kneeled, looking up at him hopefully. “You’ll get these back when I’m ready.” I started to protest. The look he gave me, eyebrows raised in surprise at my temerity, stopped me in my tracks. He smiled as he walked over to a built-in cupboard, stuffed my gear inside, and locked the cupboard. I was in trouble now! No escape - unless I made a run for it nude. I was all alone in this house with this man who could probably overpower me. No-one knew where I was. The wall was too high to climb – especially naked. He came back. “The phones aren’t connected, so you’re really stuck here till I’m finished with you. If you do a good job, I may even take you home for the weekend. Now, your sole concern this weekend is my pleasure. I will tell you what to do, and you will do it. Follow me. You may stand to walk.”

He set off, then stopped, turned, and asked, “what do you say?” – barely missing a beat I replied, “yes, sir”. He smiled, and set off again. I don’t know how I’d missed it, but one of the bedrooms was part furnished. It had a bed, already made up, and a blanket box. A chest stood under the window. He sat down on the bed, which was huge, and pointed to a spot on the floor beside him. I knelt, facing him, my cock betraying me – hard as a rock and drooling precum. He was looking at me, just staring, with a pleased look on his face. “It’s time for you to get to work. You will start by washing my feet. Go into the bathroom, get a flannel, soap and towel, clean them, then you will give me a tongue bath.” I washed his feet, and asked permission to start. “Lie on your back on the floor near the edge of the bed”, he said.

As I did, he began to rub his feet over my face, dipping his toes in my mouth, squashing my nose with his soles. He was moaning. I was pushing my tongue between his toes, and stroking the other foot by hand. Sometimes the foot I was stroking was resting on my chest, which felt great – watching him moan, looking more and more blissed out. I was devouring those delicious legs with my eyes. I couldn’t wait to get at those thighs. They just looked so inviting. With my hands and tongue busy, I had to concentrate to make sure I was giving Tom pleasure. I started to run my hands up his calves, knowing full well that behind the knees can be really sensitive. Oh, he liked that. I kept doing it, tracing patterns up both calves, then swirling my fingers around behind his knees. He looked like he was enjoying himself. Before long, he had scooted back up the bed, beckoning me to follow. He was smiling, legs crossed, arms behind him, “well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it. You can go anywhere on my legs now. Don’t so much as touch my cock and balls, or else....”

I asked him to uncross his legs, and he did, spreading them wide. The smell of man that wafted up was indescribably delicious. I went for his thighs, lifting his legs so I had one over each shoulder and could get to either by just turning my head. It looked like he was enjoying this.... his cock was unfurling and growing, starting to throb with the blood coursing through it.

I’m smiling as I put his legs on the bed, his thighs spread wide, and I lick my way up and down them, stopping to kiss the backs of his knees passionately. That makes him arch his back with pleasure.

I could smell him. The smell of his crotch and his pits was wafting on the warm afternoon breeze. It was an intoxicating smell – the smell of a man, with a hint of expensive, subtle soap. I was utterly lost, enjoying his legs, massaging his feet with my fingers, nuzzling my way up his thighs. I was snapped out of my bliss when his hands grabbed my head and pushed me away.

“What did I say?” he asked, almost shouting. “Come on, what did I say you shouldn’t do?” I was so shocked my brain had gone to mush. I just sat there, trying to connect thoughts together.

“Useless boy, come on, what did I say? I said, don’t touch my cock or balls, and you just did. Just as I was enjoying you too – I’ll have to punish you now. Stay there.” He glanced up at the clock. Then he was thinking. I was stunned. I tried to apologise, and he told me to shut up, he didn’t want apologies, he wanted me to behave. I was so scared, but also very turned on by this masterful, muscular man in his fury. He leapt of the bed with cat-like grace, and went to the chest. He put some things in a bag, then told me to kneel in the bathroom, next to the bath near the taps, arms behind my back. He took something out of the bag, and I felt a leather cuff being slipped onto my left wrist, and another on my right. These were huge cuffs – they covered half my forearm. He clasped them together with steel fasteners, which were not very long so it was quite uncomfortable.

“Open your mouth”

I didn’t dare argue, and before I knew what was happening, my pants were stuffed in my mouth, and his were tied over my nose. All I could taste was the dry-ish cotton of my pants, mixed with lots of sweat, and all I could smell was his pants – a mix of sweat, and again, expensive soap. I felt other cuffs going on my ankles, also shackled together, and then tied to my arms as well, so I was in a kneeling hogtie.

“Now, just stay there till I want you. Oh, if you need to pee, there’s a bowl under you. I can’t have you pissing on the floors in this house. And just to add to your isolation, I’m going to put ear plugs in you. I shan’t be giving you any more orders, I’m just going to take what I want, after I’ve had a bath.”

I was so hard now. I love being tied securely, and I was definitely that. My balls and cock were very exposed, and the thought that he’d just take what he wanted, well, that was exactly what I wanted!

He seemed to take a very long time in the bath, but I guess that was because I was blindfolded in an uncomfortable position. Eventually I had the strange sensation that it was raining. But I was inside. How? Before I knew what was happening, his pants had been whipped off my head, and mine out of my mouth. There, before my eyes, was his gorgeous cock, dripping wet, like the rest of him. I looked up at his face, hopefully. He smiled at me, then picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He lay me on the bed on my side, and after he’d wandered round a bit and dried himself, lay down so that, again, his cock was at my mouth, hard and throbbing. He pushed it towards my lips, and I knew instinctively to open my mouth wide, to admit this throbbing, growing monster. He was playing with my feet while I did this. I nearly screamed when he tickled my foot.

“Please, sir, don’t do that, I might bite your cock”

“You had better not, boy, and I will keep doing it. I will keep doing it until you make me cum in your mouth.”

Now, I was panicking. I was hogtied, and being tickled, while sucking this stud’s cock, and I had to make sure I didn’t bite him. I had no choice, I just had to try. He was an amazing tickler, it didn’t hurt, but it was unbelievably effective tickling. I was wriggling, writhing and giggling, and I am sure all the noise I was making made the blow job more effective. I did everything I could to remember all my tricks, sucking him in deep, then just the tip, rolling my tongue round his glans. I could taste lots of precum – yum. His tickling was slowing down as I guessed he was enjoying himself too much, and he started to fuck my face a bit, which was a relief as all the wriggling I was doing to suck him, and his tickling, had worn me out!

He was urging me on now, telling me he was close, and what a good cock sucker I was. He was stroking my feet now, and I just kept on sucking. My mouth was flooded with precum, as his breathing got faster, and he started to moan in earnest. With a shudder, and a moan, he rammed his cock into my mouth, and I felt my mouth and throat coated with hot, salty semen. I was swallowing as fast as I could, and it just kept coming. With a final shudder he collapsed back. I wriggled towards him to lick his prick clean, which he really liked. He reached behind me and undid the fastenings, so I could get to him more easily. After a while, he spoke to me.

“You did well, boy, that was amazing. I’m very glad I discovered you’re ticklish too, I know we’ll have plenty more fun this weekend. Now, come here and lie next to me.”

He gathered me up in his arms, and we both relaxed, dozing off to recover from our exertions.