The Bridleway

story continued from The Pool, The Orchard & the Pony & Picking Apples with Penelope

“Hello?”

“Ah, hello Craig, glad to hear you were waiting by the phone. I need you at my place at 2pm this afternoon. No clothes.” Susan rang off, leaving me to listen to dial tone while contemplating what would happen to me this time.

A year had gone by since Susan, my late uncle’s widow, had tricked me into becoming her ponyboy. We’d had some interesting adventures, but the one she had in store for me this time topped the lot. So I finally plucked up enough courage to share it with you all.

I parked in a layby in the shelter of a small wood a couple of hundred yards short of the drive to Susan’s house. Quickly, I stripped naked and piled my clothes on the back seat. I’d never driven a car nude before – I don’t recommend it, the seat belt chafes uncomfortably – and I was a little apprehensive about being seen.

Fortunately, there was no traffic about and soon I was pulling up on the gravel forecourt outside Susan’s house. It felt strange to be getting out of the car and knocking on the door in my birthday suit, but I was relieved to see that there were no other cars there – I wouldn’t have put it past Susan to have visitors round!

One thing I did notice was that “my”cart was parked outside the barn, chocked to the ground outside. A small modification had been made since my last visit. An eyebolt had been screwed into the underside of each shaft, roughly level with where my elbows would be once I was harnessed up. I couldn’t guess what function they had, but I was soon to find out.

Susan answered the door promptly, looking much the same as usual. Quite a bit older than me – she’s about fifty, I reckon – a little below average height, quite big bust and hips. She was dressed, as per normal, in a check shirt and shorts, though from the way her chest moved I suspected she might not be wearing a bra today. Well, it was fairly warm.

“Good to see you, Craig,” she said. “There’s no time to waste, so let’s get you tacked up.”

Quickly we walked across to the cart, and, facing away from it, I placed my forearms along the shafts while she snapped shut the wrist clips and bound my arms securely in place. Last year, she had lured me into position before trapping me and taking some explicit photos to ensure my co-operation. And I wasn’t even nude then – to begin with. Now, I was quite used to it and even rather enjoyed it – but then I didn’t know what was in store for me today!

We had found that I didn’t need a harness. As I regularly work outside shifting large crates my arms are quite strong, and the terrain around the house and orchard is so flat that we’d found I could pull it comfortably with just my arms. Even with Susan aboard.

“Good,” she said again. “I expect you’d like a drink before our walk, so let me get you some squash.” She disappeared inside the house, but was quickly back with a full glass of orange. She held it up carefully until I had drunk the last drop, then said, “Good” again and fixed a bit-gag to my mouth to keep me quiet. Then she stood back and frowned.

“Hmm,” said Susan. “I see you’ve put some sunblock on your shoulders. I didn’t tell you to do that. Not so good. You see, we’ll be spending most of the afternoon in the shade. You don’t need sunblock.”

That sounded peculiar. The apple trees in the orchard weren’t big enough to supply much shade. The nearest wooded area was the public bridleway that ran behind the far end of the orchard… but Susan wasn’t finished yet. She walked across to my car, pulled all the clothes off of the back seat, and proceeded to rifle through the pockets.

“Not so good,” she said again. “When I say no clothes, I mean no clothes. That’s a lesson you need to learn.”

She placed my wallet and keys back in the car, and piled up my clothes in one corner of the forecourt. Then, she walked across to the barn, and disappeared inside. My head was starting to feel a little muzzy. Was it the heat? I was interrupted by Susan’s return – carrying a can of petrol!
Inadvertently, my cock twitched. I didn’t feel that excited… but… there was no denying it, I was starting to become erect.

Susan, though, just poured petrol all over my clothes, and with the minimum of ceremony pulled out a lighter and set fire to the whole lot. So whatever else happened this afternoon, I was doomed to making the journey home naked and somehow getting into my flat without any clothes. Susan turned, and walked back towards me. The top couple of buttons on her shirt were now undone, exposing some tantalising cleavage. And my erection was becoming stronger.

“I see that drink I gave you is starting to do the trick,” she said (What?). “I need you looking your best, because we’re going down to the far end of the orchard for a walk along the lane (What??). But first I need to make some modifications to the steering arrangements (What???)”
I now noticed that Susan had three elastic bands in her hand. “These should keep you up to scratch,” she said, approaching until she stood right in front of me. I couldn’t help glancing down at that hint of cleavage… she noticed.

“Tsk, tsk. Naughty boy,” she said. “Now then, let’s try these for size.” And with that, she flexed open the first elastic band, carefully stretched it over the head of my cock, all the way down to the base, and released it. It felt very tight, and would have the effect of slowing the blood flow back to the rest of my body.

The second band Susan stretched even wider. This one went all the way over my cock and balls, and when she released it around the base of my scrotum, it made my genitalia thrust forward even more prominently – and obscenely - rather than just dangling between my legs.

But the third band… oh, that was the most fiendish of the lot. It had two pieces of long, thin string attached to it. Flexing the band, Susan slipped it just over the head of my cock. She threaded the strings through the eyebolts I had noticed on the underside of the shafts of the cart. Climbing up onto the seat, she took hold of the loose ends of the strings.

“This should save me having to give too many commands when I want you to change direction,” she said. “If I pull the right string -“ she gave it a good tweak, pulling my erect cock to the right – “that means steer right. Pulling the left, means left.” She did so.

“And now, I’m going to take you down to the bridleway at the far end of the orchard so we can have a nice walk along the lane. I’m ready, and it certainly looks like you’re ready” – she giggled – “so let’s go.”

I was bright red and could hardly believe my ears. There I was, totally nude, cock proudly erect despite my embarrassment, and about to go out onto a public bridleway.

“Don’t worry about being recognized,” said Susan as we set off across the orchard. “I have a mask here.”

Almost before I knew it we were at the gate at the far end of the field. Climbing down, Susan undid the gate, got back onto the cart, and with a quick “giddy-up” I was taking my first steps along the lane.

It was nice and shady under the trees along the lane, and the feel of the leaf mulch between my toes as I trudged along was nice. But I was conscious that a stranger might appear at any moment and see my in my full glory.

We must have gone about a quarter of a mile along the bridleway lane. Fortunately, the ground was flat, so pulling the cart presented no problem. But I was acutely aware that we were getting further and further away from safety. Any my cock was still as stiff as rock.

Eventually, within sight of the main road at the end of the lane, Susan pulled gradually on the left-hand string, turning me, and the cart, round. I caught a glimpse of a cyclist flashing past on the road, but he (or she) was going too fast to have seen me. We started out on the way back.

In the end, we were only twenty yards or so from the gate to the orchard when my fears were realised… we heard voices! Quickly, Susan produced a face mask. But to my consternation, she used it to cover her own face rather than mine, so I was covered, head to toes, in… nothing at all. Except a blush.

Fortunately, I didn’t recognize either of the hikers who appeared round the bend. Students, by the look of them: a boy and girl dressed for a day out walking. But I don’t think they’d expected to see a naked man with a huge erection strapped to a cart!

“It’s all right,” called Susan, sensing the hikers’ hesitancy. “We mean you no harm. And my pony is a very well behaved animal – you can stroke him if you like.”

My eyes goggled, as did those of the students as they tentatively approached. Neither of them seemed to want to take up Susan’s offer, though.

“Well, you seem to be enjoying yourselves,” said the boy at length. “but what… what are those strings for?”

Susan laughed. “Steering,” she replied. “Like to have a go?” Dismounting from the cart, she offered the ends of the strings to the boy. It was the girl, though, who finally took the plunge and took hold of the strings.

“Now, pull the left one,” said Susan. “Ooh,” gasped the girl as my erect cock swayed towards her.

“Now the right”; she complied.

“What happens if I pull both strings together?” she wondered aloud.

“Try it,” replied Susan.

So she did; and was rewarded with the sight of my member, under tension from both sides, bouncing obscenely up and down. I didn’t know (and still don’t, for that matter) know what Susan had put in my orange squash, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. Biting hard on the gag, I had reached the point of no return. I felt ready to explode...

“Oo,” squealed the girl as a spurt of cum shot from my the end of my cock; she had to jump back smartly to avoid getting her shoes dirty. And to my shame, my member carried on shooting until the last of my load had dripped on to the path.

“I think we’d better be going,” said the male hiker, taking his partner by the elbow and walking past us. But as they rounded the bend, both gave me a backward glance… and I wondered whether they'd like to change places with Susan.. or me!

I expected Susan to be angry with my “accident”, but she seemed to accept that I hadn’t really had much hope of holding back. That was the end of the adventure; in silence she drove me back through the gate and orchard before pulling up by the swimming pool. There, she released me from all my tack. It was a relief to get rid of those elastic bands, I can tell you!

At Susan’s invitation I took a refreshing swim; although my cock was soon perking up again. By the time I got out of the pool, she had said cheerio, gone into the house and locked the door from the inside, so she’d clearly finished with me. Of course, I still had to get home in the nude, so in the end I drove to a secluded spot in the woods and waited until darkness fell. Then I was able to drive home, park outside and unlock the door without any of my neighbours seeing me… I hope. At least my erection was beginning to wear off.

So now every time I leave the house I worry that I might see those students again… or is it really hope?

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