Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair
Said Simple Simon to the pieman let me taste your wares
Said the pieman to Simple Simon show me first your penny
Said Simple Simon to the pieman indeed I have not any.

[Old nursey rhyme]

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Simon wasn't handicapped, but he was a simple and uneducated lad. He knew that he didn't have a penny in his pocket to buy a pie. Moreover, he knew that in his piggybank at home he only had a bent ha'penny and a farthing, which together made up less than what he needed. What he didn't realise was that if he'd taken the farthing, issued early in the reign of Queen Victoria, to Christies and asked them to auction it he would have got a cool million or so. But that's not important right now....

The nursery rhyme pieman was probably a coarse and thick brute, but this one fancied himself as a purveyor of gourmet delicacies. In reality he was a slimy little turd, who got off by putting down the simple country folk. He was also a sexual opportunist, who really only cared if his conquests were young and had at least two holes that he could put his cock in. This simple-minded but healthy looking preteen would, he decided, do just nicely in the absence of anything better.

Poor Simon was bitterly disappointed, for the pies, to give The Pieman his due, were really very good. They had firm and golden crusts and emitted a steam that was fragrant with meat and herbs. His disappointment showed on his face, and that was his undoing - so to speak.

"There is a way that you could have one of my pies, even though you don't have a penny" said The Pieman helpfully. Simon's simple and homely face brightened and The Pieman's cock started to get stiff inside his pants.

"Oh goody!" exclaimed Simon, clapping his hands together. "I'd really love one those beef and burgundy ones. Please" he added, remembering his manners.

"Then you shall have it" said The Pieman magnanimously, handing over the pie, his cock swelling by the minute.

Simon ate with gusto and in no time the pie was all gone. He licked his lips, politely thanked The Pieman and asked him how he could pay him for the pie. He was still at that stage of life where he had a moral sense and understood that you had to pay tradesmen for goods and services provided.

"Hmmm, I know that you don't have any money" began The Pieman, eyeing our lad up and down and twirling his mustache, "but there is something you can do for me."

"oh yes, whatever you want" said our lad with enthusiasm. He had a lot to learn!

"Come with me" said The Pieman, putting a 'Back in 30 minutes' sign on his pie cart and picking up a bottle of olive oil. He led Simon into a conveniently nearby copse of trees that stood a little way from the road.

The Pieman was not only a dab hand at cooking pies, but he was a strong little bugger and had a black belt in karate. No sooner had the pair reached a little clearing than he had our lad in a hold that he just couldn't break out of, no matter how much he struggled. In a trice the lustful chef had whipped off his kerchief and used it to firmly gag Simon. Grabbing his two wrists, he pulled them together behind his back and pinioned them with one hand. Then, with his other hand, he unbuckled his black leather belt, wrapped it tightly around Simon's crossed wrists, and buckled it up again. Almost before he realised what was happening The Pieman had unzipped and pulled off his jeans; his underpants soon followed them.

Poor Simon. There he was, bound and gagged, naked from the waist down and now forced to his knees and bent over the trunk of a large fallen tree. Looking round, he was horrified to see that The Pieman had whipped off his trousers and underpants, and that his willy was stiff and standing up in front of him. Our lad might have not have read Proust, but he had heard stories in the school toilet about how some men put their willies into the bottoms of boys. He began to suspect that this is exactly what was going to happen to him. He struggled, but the man was too strong and held him down.

With an evil glint in his eye The Pieman opened the bottle of olive oil and poured some over the fingers of one hand. Then he knelt behind the struggling boy and used the other hand to spread Simon's knees apart on the carpet of dead leaves.

He might have been a pedophile when it suited him, but The Pieman was also a cunning and pragmatic one. He slo gag and wriggled his bottom a bit. Of course this is what the man wanted, and he slowly and carefully slid his finger in. Further and further in it went, until it was in as far as it would go, and then he moved it about inside the boy. Simon was beginning to like this, and wriggled his bare and spread bottom about.

The Pieman substituted his middle finger, sliding it right up inside Simon and wiggling it about. The lad thought this was really nice, wriggled his bottom and noticed that he was getting a bit of a stiffy himself. This went away at first when the man slid his index finger in along with the other one already there inside him, but after a bit of stimulation it came back. In fact bigger and better than before.

If this is what it meant to be molested, Simon didn't understand what the big fuss was about. It's true that his arms were beginning to ache, and the leather belt was cutting into his wrists a bit, but even so being bound was a not disagreeable sensation. The only downside was that The Pieman's kerchief, knotted tightly so that it filled his mouth, tasted of his sweat and cooking grease. Oh, and the tree trunk was a bit rough, even through his shirt. Just as well, dear reader, that his little stiff cock wasn't pressed up against it!

At this point he felt the man slide his fingers out. He craned his head around to see what was happening, just in time to see The Pieman pouring some olive oil onto the head of his rampant member and slowly rub it all over the red and swollen organ with one hand. Then he lost sight of it as the man knelt, his knees between the boy's legs. A moment later Simon felt something big and hard and oily pressed up against his anus. He knew that it had to be the man's cock, and the thought made his little willy even stiffer.

When he was actually penetrated it was a bit different: He felt as if his anus was being stretched wide open, and that his whole body was being filled up with the big, hot throbbing thing. At first it hurt a bit, but as I said before, The Pieman was a careful man and didn't force matters. He slowly and carefully eased himself inside the boy, until his shaft was half-engulfed by his widely stretched hole. Then he paused and waited, letting the youngster get used to having it inside him. After a little while he reached down under his front, found our lad's small genitals, and slowly massaged them to a new erection.

Simon began to feel pleasure again. It felt good with the man's hand on his stiffy, and he wriggled his bottom around the big hard thing inside it. The Pieman liked this too. He grasped the lad's hips and slowly and carefully slid his cock back, and then in again. Simon moaned through his gag and wriggled some more, so he did it again, sliding himself in a little further this time. After a few minutes of slow and gentle strokes, each inwards one taking him in just a little further, his cock was deep inside the boy and he could feel that his excitement had risen almost to the peak.

Now it was time to finish, so he pumped his rigid cock a few times and exploded inside the preteen. Simon gasped and moaned into the gag as the hot throbbing organ slide in and out, and then felt the hot fluid spurting out into his insides. It seemed to go on forever, The Pieman grasping his hips tightly as he emptied his seed into the boy's hot, tight passage.

Eventually the man was spent and slowly slid his softening member out. Simon felt a bit sore down there in his bottom, but it was a nice kind of sore and he wasn't sorry that it had happened. He still had his stiffy, a little bit. However it was a relief when The Pieman undid his belt from around his wrists and removed the kerchief gag from his mouth.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" said the man as he fixed up his clothes, still a bit red in the face. "You've been such a good boy that I think you've earned another pie. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes please sir," our lad responded eagerly. "But do I have to pay for it the same way?"

"Oh no," was the laughing response. "But the next time I pass this way be sure to visit my little pie cart and we'll see about you buying another pie or two!"