Destiny 3
With an amazed look but not wanting to disobey and irritate Bill, Carl scrunched his face and began to lick the semen from his hand. Russell had a huge grin, while Greg let out a very audible EEEWWWW! I was in shock. I had never seen semen and of course licking up something that had come out of my penis was something I would have never of thought of. Bill enjoyed the scene as Carl gagged and sputtered cleaning his hand.
Once he was finished, he was ordered out of the bath and to take up position with legs wide and arms behind his head. This was our usual drying position, which I was still in from having Greg dry me. Bill handed Russell a towel asking him if he would like to dry Carl. Of course, Russell rogered up to the task with a huge smile all the while Carl hung his head in shame. Russell made quick work of the process but seemed to take quite a bit of extra time on Carl's penis and testicles and his butt crack. It also appeared he managed to handle them fairly roughly with a groan or two from Carl.
Once finished, Bill took up a spot next to Russell with a smile, a clap on the back and a good job. He then reached down and grabbed Russell's penis though his jeans, causing Russell to jump. Bill smiled while saying: "Good, you have a hard-on. Drop your pants and jackoff'. There was a look of shock on all our faces while he again told Russell to drop his pants and to start jacking off. I don't know what it was about Bill, but he had a commanding voice, smooth, yet firm and a way about him that others just obeyed. So, Russell dropped his pants and underwear and started to jackoff.
You could easily tell he was bigger than Carl, both in length and girth. And he had a bit of hair surrounding his penis. Not a whole lot but a lot of straight hairs covering both sides of his crotch, like a little bird's nest that his penis sat in. While the look of embarrassment did not seem to subside any, he enthusiastically went about his business rubbing up and down, causing a contented look to soon take over. Greg and I both just stared. This was the only third time I had seen a boy with an erection and it was bigger than what I had seen. I don't know why but it caused to me think of what Greg's and Bill's penis would look like erect. I would find that out soon, on both accounts. Greg didn't seem that startled to see Russell jacking off, obviously having seen him do it before, but I do think he was surprised that he would just drop his pants and underwear and do it in front of others on the orders of a man who they had just met.
After some time, Russell began to shake and quiver some and the expression on his face contorted and almost seemed like he was in agony. As he said he was about to cum, Bill told Carl to get on his knees in front of Russell and to open his mouth. Carl did so without hesitation, only to realize after he was down what was about to happen. Bill then spoke softly to Russell telling him to aim at Carl's face and mouth and to shoot on him. The smile on Russell's face was enormous. The dread on Carl's face was equally enormous.
Moments later, Russell's penis started spewing the white cream over Carl's face and into his mouth. Carl started to move but Bill had hold of his shoulders and started to squeeze them when he tried, so he just kneeled there in front of Russell while he unloaded. Russell was right. He did shoot more than Carl. It was fairly obvious. While Carl's was just a small puddle in the palm of his hand, there was a whole lot of semen covering Carl's face and in his mouth. With a deep sigh, Russell stopped shooting with a look of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. Carl's was bright red with tears trickling down his face. Greg and I just stood there in amazement. But you could see a small grin on Greg's face as he apparently saw things differently than I did. He was obviously much more aware of this sort of thing than I was.
While Russell was coming down from his orgasmic high, Bill told Carl to swallow what was in his mouth. Again, obeying what he was told to do, he did so with a look of disgust. Greg let out another of his loud EEEWWWWs but seemed very happy with the results. Russell pulled up his underwear and pants with a big smirk on his face as he watched Carl swallow his load. Carl started to wipe his face off, but Bill told him to leave it as it is and not to wash it off.
Bill then asked the other two boys if they would like to get us into our underwear and put us to bed. Russell was quick to say yes, but Greg stood there with a disappointed frown. The room became quiet as Greg whined: "But, I thought he (pointing in my direction) was to get a spanking". Carl and I both took a deep breath at the same time as Bill smiled, telling Greg he was correct and told him he was a good boy for reminding him. Greg smiled at the accolade. I stood there dreading the night to come.
I need to explain at this point that our household was devoid of affection, basic interaction with each other and praise. It seems to me that we all led separate lives and just sort of gravitated here to sleep and eat. While I suppose my mother loved my sister and I, physical emotion was very limited and there was seldom praise for a job well done. In fact, it seemed like we were more encouraged to give up if something was too difficult. We were not encouraged to strive to do our best and succeed. I guess my mother was too overwhelmed with working and going to school and managing a household that she just did not have it in her. And Bill only found time to criticize, even to his own son, Carl, he never showed any affection, only criticism. I am saying this, because it struck me as very peculiar and the time that Bill kept congratulating, encouraging and saying what a good job Russell and Greg had been doing in their assistance in our humiliation. Did our destinies coincide as ordained; or did they just collide causing this cause and effect and a new destiny? I have often wondered.
Bill told Russell and Greg to gather up our underwear and we all followed him to the living room. Carl and I knew what was coming and assumed our standard position of feet wide spread and hands on our heads. Russell and Greg took up positions of either side of us not really knowing what else to do as Bill left saying he would be right back. To my surprise, but not great relief, Bill came back not with the strap, but with a small paddle. A ping-pong paddle to be exact. I could feel Greg's smile as Bill called me over and pushed me across his lap, positioning me so my legs were still spread widely sort of humped over one leg while the other locked me into place. Without hesitation, he started in on my bare bottom without sparing his strength any, he had me in tears, kicking and hollering with the second blow. The first one just surprised me, but the second was definitely the attention getter. He gave me about a dozen swats before he stopped and then invited Greg to sit next to him asking him if he wanted a go. Greg definitely did want a go and was next to him in a flash. The Cheshire Cat couldn't of had a bigger smile than Greg did at that moment.
After Bill had positioned me over both of Greg's knees (he wasn't big enough for me to wedge between his legs), Bill told him to give me a good dozen swats. I was still crying from the spanking Bill had given me when the first smack hit. While not near as hard as Bill's, it got my attention and Greg continued his job with encouragement from both Bill and Russell. After the dozen, Bill told Russell to take a place on the couch and to have a go at it as well. There was little delay as I was once again positioned with my legs spread wide with humping a leg and my butt was pounded another 12 times.
I was stood in the corner while Bill congratulated the two boys then told Russell to give Carl a go. Russell could not have been more happy as Carl slowly approached him with Bill instructing him to bend over and spread his legs. Russell gave Carl a dozen swats quickly bringing him to tears, although he did not cry like I did. Greg, assuming his was not being left out, quickly called Carl over to him and had him over his knees and started his dozen with equal enthusiasm. I think both boys had grasped their new-found power over us and I have no doubt the many things that they could now do to us was circling through their minds. Carl was quickly ushered next to me, while the others sat together on the couch like old friends. Bill even offered them a pop, which we were never allowed, once again emphasizing their positions over us.
While they sat there and chatted like we were not even there, Carl and I stood in the corner with our legs spread wide, hands on our heads and our butts hurting and bright red. We were both sniffling, me due to the pain and hurt, but I think Carl's was more due to the humiliation of being spanked by a classmate as well as his younger brother.
After about 30 minutes, we were told to turn around but not to move. Bill asked the two boys if they would like to put us to bed. They looked at each other and smiled then Greg asked if we always went to bed this early. Bill answered in the affirmative saying that 8:30 was our bed time, every day and sometimes even earlier if he thinks we should. Both the boys chuckled at that. Just one more bullet for them and one more misery for us. Bill asked what time they went to bed and Russell replied 10; to which Bill smiled and said good we can sit and talk a while after you get them in bed and before you go home. Greg got up, grabbing my underwear and started towards me with a grin that would not go away. Russell followed his brother with Carl's briefs and t-shirt. Before they got to us, Bill called them back saying that we would not need the underwear and that we were to sleep naked after a punishment. The boys had a great laugh at this looking at us like a hungry dog looks at a big rib bone. Even I knew we were sunk with them knowing that bit of information about our lives.
Bill told them they could put the socks on us but that was all and then they could escort us out to the garage and our bedroom just like that. This pleased them no end and they couldn't quit snickering as they put them on. I just accepted my fate but Carl seemed to be off in a whole other world showing very little emotion. As we all started to leave, Carl looked at Bill and asked if he could wash his face. Without emotion or hesitation, he said no, you can go to bed just like that. With dried cum on his face and tears in his eyes, Carl looked dejected as they escorted us to our bedroom like we were a couple of prisoners going down the last mile. I guess in a way it sort of was, as I had no idea how our lives were about to change. Like that saying goes: When you think things can't get any worse; they do!!
Our humiliation continued once in our room and the two noticed that there was just one bed. Russell quickly started laughing, while Greg looked lost. In between laughs, Russell asked Carl where the other bed was, even though you could tell he already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it from Carl to rub the humiliation in. Carl said there wasn't another bed and that we slept together. Greg then caught on and broke into a hearty laugh as well. Our fate was now sealed. Lock, stock and barrel. You could see the tears and humiliation in Carl's face. I just didn't care any more and climbed into bed.
The sheet was only up to my knees as Greg came over slapping my belly and telling me to have a good sleep, and commented on how we were lucky to have such a big bed as he only had a small one and how he had always wanted a big double bed. His sarcasm was wasted. Carl followed me in but before he could pull the sheet up, Russell was kneeling beside the bed with a deep, sincere look of concentration on his face as he looked up and down our naked bodies. Russell grabbed Carl's penis and testicles giving him a squeeze while he leaned in close saying that he had fun tonight and was sure that there was more fun to come. After he had fondled Carl for some time, he released him a saying he would see him in school tomorrow with an evil grin. For the final humiliation, Russell patted Carl's cum-streaked face, telling him how great he looked with his cum all over him and how he was looking forward to doing that again and more. They left, snickering, whispering and laughing together. I took a deep sigh, while Carl turned his back to me saying to shut up and go to sleep.
I don't know if my mother was meek, naive, indifferent, or what. But you'd think that having just married someone with a son, who treated him and her son in such a harsh and humiliating manner would say something, especially when the two boys would be standing at the table in their underwear eating breakfast. Before Bill came into our lives, my mother never saw me in my underwear. I couldn't even remember that last time that she did. She certainly didn't bathe me. I had been doing that for three years or more. Surely she found it strange, I would guess, but after the first couple of days with Bill saying that is how boys should be, she just acquiesced. My sister seemed indifferent. We hardly spoke to each other before and now there was even less communication. She had her life. And Carl and I had ours. Carl and I had cold cereal for breakfast, while everyone else enjoyed bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. Such is the life for a boy.
After Carl and I had cleared away the dishes, we were at the door putting on our clothes when there was a knock. Without even waiting, the door opened and Greg walked in. To our surprise, Bill welcomed him and told him good morning. Greg looked at us getting dressed, smiled and returned the salutation. After we were dressed and ready to leave, Bill handed Greg a bag and a letter. He told me that Greg had my clothes if I needed them and would help me clean up and change if necessary. I knew from Greg's smile that it would be necessary. Albeit, I didn't know what they had in mind for me. Bill told me that Greg was going to be my monitor at school looking after me and would ensure that I didn't get into any trouble and to do what I was told. It seemed that Greg was very pleased with his new assignment as he nodded his head proudly with a big smile.
Russell arrived with an equally big smile. Bill handed him a bag and letter as well, telling Carl that he had a change of clothes for him, just in case. The smiles on the three amigos broadened into laughs as we all knew what was in store for Carl. If it wasn't bad enough being a fourth grader and wetting your pants in front of most of the boys at school, I could just imagine what Carl was going to be put through. He knew as well. Bill told Carl that Russell would be his monitor. This was the end of the world as we knew it. With Russell and Greg sporting smiles and me and Carl sporting dismal frowns and trying not to cry, we started off to school.
Our schools were close enough that we could walk. And while Greg escorted me and Russell escorted Carl, they were full of cheer and joy as they talked to each other about how great the day was going to be. Carl and I shuffled behind them not knowing what was in store for us, but knowing it was not going to be to our liking. About half way, Russell and Carl turned off in the direction of the junior high as Greg and I continued on to the elementary school. You could hear the world shattered as Russell said: "Come on sweetheart, we have a lot to do today." Russell and Greg started laughing. Carl just hung his head and shoulders and started off with Russell right behind him, belittling him as they went.
Greg grabbed me and said the same thing and laughed, then said what a pussy Carl was at having taken Russell's spooge. I looked at him confused not knowing what he meant. In frustration, Greg restated how much a pussy Carl was by taking his semen on his face and in his mouth. Now I understood. While I know Carl did not like me, I did feel sorry for him knowing that he was probably going to have it worse than I was, however, he was not my concern. My concern was what Greg was going to do and what was in the letter he carried.
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