Honor Code

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Honor Code
More Family Discipline And A Surprise Trio
By
PJ Franklin pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net

Everything seemed to fall into place. We all spent that same day water-skiing in the afternoon. I never felt so free in all my life with Jacob Lightman at my side as both an honorary Baker brother and my new lover, and Todd Pendergrass possibly as a soon-to-be legal brother. Todd was even contemplating a change of his last name to Baker. Now that would bring Mom to tears of joy if he did that; and speaking of Mom, we found out Aunt Lillian was not doing so well, so we would have the house to ourselves if we returned home before Dad and Michael. I say just those two, as Jake and I with Todd already decided that we would ask Steven to come with us.

I told Todd and Jake all about Cowboys and Indians, Greg and Steven style. They just grinned knowingly and urged me to get Steven in on it. Kind of surprisingly, Steven agreed pretty fast, only insisting that he not be made into some kind of boy-on-boy sex maniac with us. We assured him that we three would take care of that part, if he agreed to just play the part of Cowboy for all of us naughty Indians. He agreed and even tantalized us by suggesting that he might even make us dirty savages do disgusting things to each other.

We would leave for the Baker home in 48 hours more and until then, enjoy all the time we had left at the Lake. I would enjoy being with Jake and not faking my love for him any longer. We would even dare to hold hands while we could, knowing that was nearly impossible back at RMMA.

Jake finally said it, "I'm gay," and we all laughed and said, "Duh!" but it was watching Todd that was the most fun. He cut loose, and I mean cut loose. Talk about test the edges and limits with Dad right off the bat! Well, he did. And Dad stayed as patient as he could, but even he knew that Todd was simply on a collision course with fate and the famous Baker boy stake on the territory of Spanksville or Paddleberg.

Jake, Steven and I saw it coming and said nothing to stop it. Why do that? We all wanted to see Dad in action, putting brother Todd well in his place and we knew Todd needed that assurance and confidence that surviving one of Dad's discipline sessions always gave us. The way it happened was kind of funny however. Dad had tasked Todd simply with going to get some more wood from the lean-to for the fire that evening, the day after the big announcements. Just ten big pieces of pre-cut wood, no big deal, right? Todd had been cutting up all day long, punching arms, whooping and hollering and letting Michael use him for his own personal piggy-back transportation.

So when it came time for Todd to kind of cool his jets, he wasn't ready. Just the simple act of getting ten pieces of wood turned into some kind of major engineering feat for Todd. At first he tried to carry about five of those suckers at the same time. Hell, I couldn't carry much more than two and Steven three.

The first time, two of the pieces tumbled off quickly and one hit Todd's foot. We could hear him screaming, "God Damn! Son-of-a-bitch that hurts!!" and he barely made it inside with one piece.

"Todd? Keep the swearing down, son," Dad cautioned mostly against Michael's hearing.

"Oh, sorry Dad."

The next round, he tried four pieces. This time he actually made it a little further, but then caught his foot and everything flew out of his hands and arms, one piece actually tumbling up against one of the outside windows, nearly cracking it.

"Todd! Son! Take it easy! One piece at a time boy!" Dad cautioned.

"Sorry sir, but I can get more than one!"

Dad just looked at Todd, shook his head and went on doing his crossword puzzles.

Round three consisted of three pieces. This time he almost did make it to the front door before some small animal crossed his path or insect flew too near his eye, we never determined what, and all hell broke loose. The wood pieces flew out of his arms and crashed into that same low-lying window pane. Yup, he got three pieces indoors all right, through that window and all mixed up with broken glass and a damaged window-frame to boot.

Dad slapped the crossword book down on the table and groaned. I looked at Jake and he grinned and tried not to laugh, I did too and Steven whispered it to us, "Well, one bare white bottom for a good red butt spankin' comin' right up!"

Dad got up, went over and looked at Todd and the mess. Todd just about did the best imitation of sheepish right then and Michael came up and said loudly, "You're in big trouble, big brother, you're gonna get your biscuits burned!"

Dad did not look stern. He knew better than to do that to a boy that was just getting used to things Baker, so he glanced at Michael and just sighed at Todd, "So what do you think, son, is he right?"

Todd looked very undecided and tentative as he tried to answer Dad's question. His hands and arms flopped about some, first at his sides, then folded and unfolded a couple of times before he settled down and just put his hands behind his back and clasped them there, as he probably should have done in the first place. "Yes Dad, I think I goofed big. I need a really sound hard spankin' on my bare bottom, please."

"You'll get that and more. Come on, let's clean this up and patch the window first."

I was sitting next to Jake on the couch just before the big crash. Um, check that. I was sitting on Jake's lap. We had just been discussing the various advantages, disadvantages, virtues, and downsides of labeling our new relationship.

I was like, "I want us to be boyfriends."

He was like, "Yea, that's fine but we can't use the word. What about at RMMA? That word could slip out and cause trouble."

I was like, "I know, but I want to."

He was like, "Yes, me too dumb-shit, but we can't afford it till after we graduate!"

I was like, "I don't want to wait."

Then he finished it, "You will wait, or do I need to take your pants down and spank your bare bottom!?"

I grinned, "Do I get to suck you off after?"

He shook his head, "Baker, you are going to get us both into trouble, of course you can!" He grinned and I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against the left side of my butt cheek.

I would take a whipping at this boy's hand any day or hour and with my present horny state of mind persisting right then, I wanted him to take me somewhere, bend me over, whip my tail bright red and then fuck me hard, for like two hours without stopping. Instead, or for the moment, we started to settle for some extra-hot lip-lock right then and there, his head looming over mine, his other hand rubbing very lustfully over the erection in my sweatpants, my head cradled in the crook of his other arm.

Michael saw this and said from the other side of the room, "Ewwww! They're kissing!"

"Calm down Michael, kissing is what two people do when they're in love," Dad said, barely glancing up at us.

"Then I'm staying a bachelor," Mikey concluded.

That's when Todd's unwise antics cut loose on the window pane.

"Steven, go get my paddle please! Todd, bare your bottom for me," Dad said getting a chair and this time sitting on it. It was going to be a famous over-the-knee paddling, the kind where you are going to get it pretty hard.

"Yes sir," Todd said and looked over at us. Jake and I gave him a thumbs-up each.

"How about you bare my bottom later and make me your bitch," I whispered to Jake. I had never said that before! It just came out!

"Shut up Greg, you'll make me cream my pants! How about I bare your butt later, whip the crap out of your tail and fuck your brains out!" he came back at me. My whole body shuddered and I almost creamed my jeans just then.

"Don't kid me about that, Jakey!" I teased him, but was very serious otherwise.

"Don't call me Jakey! Greggy! Or I'll get your Dad's paddle and use it on you!"

"You mean YOUR Dad's paddle."

His face softened, "I'm just not used to saying it that way."

"Hey Dad! Jakey here needs to hear from you that it's OK to call you Dad!" I shouted at my father.

Jake's face blushed hard.

"Jake, it's OK to call me Dad. If you don't, I'll assign Greg to use the paddle on your behind next, son," Dad laid down the law to Jake with a fatherly smile.

You should have seen Jake's face. Talk about humble and glad at the same time.

"See! I told you," I gloated.

"Yea, you did and I'm not kidding. I want to nail that hot squad leader ass of yours, makes me nuts to think about it!"

"Me too!" I grinned, but by now, Dad was taking Todd's naked bottom over his knee. We got up quickly and sidled over to where Steve was pretty much already consoling Michael, who in reality was really against this punishment thing for his new big brother.

Jake stood behind me, his arm around my neck from behind, pressed into me, his erection fully pressed against my ass. I felt a bit sheepish and disrespectful of poor Todd for us doing that in front of him, but I would get over it and Todd was a bit too busy to care.

Dad started with Todd as he always had with us, giving us a chance to stay put, hand palms on the floor below his head, toes on the floor as well. My dick was hard but I was no longer fantasizing about being over Todd's knee, and right now, not over Dad's. What I wanted to be was jack-knifed over Jake's knee, getting the same treatment as Todd was. I felt kind of cheesy for that too, but knew I was going to make sure it happened, that night if possible.

But then Dad started in, hard slow swats over Todd's upturned bottom. I had to admit that Todd's effort to withstand those first six or so paddle swats was impressive. He grunted and winced, but kept his butt up way high for his new Dad, wanting, I was sure, to impress him. But even Todd had his limits and it started. His butt cheeks started to clench and his ass started to swivel to the sides and he started to lose contact with the floor with his hands and toes.

"Please sir, it hurts, um, please, I'm sorry! Dad! Please!!" and then his hands flew back. Dad caught them and he was off to the races. Todd ended up straddling the end of Dad's knee, kicking his legs and feet up and down, his ass beet red already and Dad's paddle flying like an angry hornet, nailing its target again and again. Now Todd had a puddle of tears below his eyes and was starting to sob, very hard, just like I had the day before.

"He's a little stud, just like you are a big ol' hot stud," Jake whispered in my ear. That so turned me on harder even.

I whispered back, "I want you to paddle me to tears later, please?"

There, I said it. I thought he would say no or something else softer. Instead, as Todd was now outright bawling and begging Dad for it to stop, Jake's free hand grabbed hard at my ass and he whispered huskily, "You are gonna get some discipline, some red-hot boyfriend discipline, the kind that will make you beg me to fuck your paddled ass!"

Once again, I shamelessly let the hot lustful feelings wash over me and I pictured me begging Jake both for the painful paddling to stop and for him to fuck me hard up my red paddled ass while Dad had stopped and was asking Todd if he had learned his lesson.

"Yes sir … yes daddy, please stop," Todd said, but very softly and respectfully, even plaintively.

Todd's use of "daddy" kind of cooled both of our jets. That was either a pretty brave or manipulative thing to say just then. I voted strongly for the former. Dad did too I think and stopped the punishment. Todd's butt was massively marked.

"OK son, you're done, let me help you up," and we watched the tradition continue. Dad helped Todd up. Todd didn't look at us yet and the ol' handkerchief came out and was held to Todd's nose and face. He blew with the best of them and then Dad drew Todd off to the side.

Dad embraced Todd, but Todd did more than hug Dad back. He buried his face into Dad's shoulder and started to cry and sob all over. I looked back at Jake and Jake just blinked, "Lot's going on in ol' Todd's head I think, I'm sure glad Dad knows boys like he does."

I nodded and agreed, smiling that Jake used "Dad" properly this time. Then we silently watched. Dad was so patient and it seemed that whatever it was that Todd was processing had been stuck there for ages, maybe years. Even Steven got uncomfortable and looked at Dad as if there was really something wrong, but there wasn't.

Dad didn't try to shush Todd or stop him and he certainly was not embarrassed. Poor Michael was tugging at Steven's sleeve and quietly asking him what the problem was. Steven just put his finger to his lips. Dad ended up taking Todd over to the couch. Todd still did not look at us. Dad sat and Todd went right down with him, burying his head into Dad's chest and sobbing and clinging to him.

I had never done anything remotely resembling that and had never seen any of my brothers do it either. Dad just held and rubbed Todd's back. Todd was still half naked, but curled up his knees into a fetal position, gathering himself up into my Dad's body. I felt a lump gather in my throat as Jake now kind of clung to me and Steven came over with Michael. Michael took my hand, he was so upset. We stood there helplessly, the four of us.

Finally, Todd calmed down. Dad smiled and leaned over and whispered something into Todd's ear, that special thing just for him. Todd nodded and whispered something back to Dad, then sat up, gingerly. Todd's face was massively wet and red but I thought looked a bit different somehow. I immediately thought that whatever demon Todd had processed through, seemed gone now.

Todd finally looked up at us through his large blinking reddened and wet eyes. Michael shot away from me and went over and hugged Todd. Steven went over next and sat to Todd's left. Todd turned and openly hugged Steven. I was really aching to hug Todd now as well, and apparently so was Jake. He took my hand and we went over and we three hugged for a moment, then I sat next to Jake who sat next to Dad. All of this was wordless, strong and honest male emotion, guy to guy, Dad to son, son to father, brother to brother, older to younger and younger to older.

Dad even wrapped his arm around Jake, "Welcome to the family, son, you and Greg look really good together."

"Thanks, Dad," Jake said and I got one of my lumpy throat things just listening to my boyfriend say that, much less my Dad endorsing our relationship so openly.

"All this blubbering makes a guy hungry," Todd sniffed.

That garnered him about three head ruffles and a lot of smiles.

"What do you think, Dad, are Todd and Jake maybe our lost sheep come back to us or something?" I asked my wise father.

"I don't know, Greg. I don't ask the questions, I just open my heart and my mind and invite those who need to be here with us and hope they come." Somehow that just touched me in a way Dad never had. I leaned over and gave my old man a peck on his cheek and then sat back.

Dad leaned forward and put his big arm around Todd, "Come on son, let's you, me and Michael go make supper, OK?"

"That sounds great!" Todd grinned, then looked at Michael, "Come on pal, let's get busy, are you as hungry as I am?"

"I sure am!" Michael grinned.

Steven, Jake and I then watched Todd stick to Dad like glue in the kitchen, Michael hovering closely. I looked at Steven, "Have we ever done that?"

"I don't think so," Steven said quite solemnly, "makes me a little envious really."

"Ah you know, it's like some of our cadets. They're just different than us, but I don't know why that is," Jake said. I admired Jake the more I knew him and some of the things he said really impressed me.

"I think it's awesome. Todd deserves a ton of love from Dad," I concluded.

"That much is certain," Steven said and got up and went outside for air.

I sat there with Jake and he aggressively put a head-lock on my head and wrestled it effortlessly onto his lap. I gratefully curled up and rested my emotions, my body and my head, not caring if I got to stay there a really long while. Jake ran his fingers mindlessly through my hair for a moment and then I turned onto my back. He looked down at me and smiled, "You know we're going to be together forever."

It was a statement and not a question or a request.

I looked at Jake and let that thought sink in. Was he right? Were we meant for each other? I recalled talking to Dad once about he and Mom and how they knew that they would be together forever as they had always said. He told me they just knew and that was all. Was Jake right? Or was he just hoping? What did I want? Did I want the same things as him? But despite the questions I had about us and my life, I was content for right then to either let Jake have his thoughts and hope or accept that he was right and live with a kind of certainty and confidence that most any other boy could never have.

I smiled, "I'd like that Jake."

He leaned over and kissed me and whispered, "I am going to have so much fun working your hot ass over tonight."

I grinned and said nothing and just enjoyed what he said, glad that I had him to say it to me. Then Todd came over and flopped down next to us. I got up on an elbow and we looked at him.

"You guys look great together," he said.

"Thanks. So how are you, man?" I asked.

He just smiled and really didn't answer, but said, "Just kind of wondering. Would you guys mind so much if I stayed here with Dad and Michael and you went on home early with Steven without me?"

"We'll miss you Todd," Jake said and patted his shoulder.

I nodded, "It's up to you man, but I understand. I kind of think that's a good move for now. Dad would love your company."

"You guys better know. If anyone tries to fuck with either of you at school, they'll have to answer to me and I don't envy them," Todd said with this eerily stern face, and then he got up and went back into the kitchen.

I looked at Jake and he looked back down at me, "Well, at least somebody will have our backs."

* * * * * * * * * *

The sleeping arrangements changed that night. Steven, Dad and Michael had no problem when Todd asked to sleep with them. I had mixed feelings, so did Jake. We were now used to having Todd with us, but Todd insisted and said that we needed our space together while we still had time before spring break ended.

But I think a bigger part of Todd needed to be with his new family and especially with Steve and Michael. In fact, as they disappeared from sight for the night, Steven and he were already getting into some pretty heavy horse-play down the hall, laughing and giggling. It sounded really great too.

We had already warned everyone to ignore the strange sounds of somebody's ass getting beaten, mine. They just laughed and told Jake to give me some licks for them; but when it came right down to finally being alone with Jake for the night, really for the first time as boyfriends, I became kind of nervous and unsettled and Jake looked it too.

I didn't know a lot about relationships in general, much less how two boys were supposed to be together, but I did have my instincts, and for once, my wits about me as we sat side by side on the couch, the moment at hand. We were both bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only loose pairs of sweatpants sans underwear. Jake had his hands in his lap and mine were the same. Our knees were touching.

He looked really thoughtful, then looked at me, "Why is it that I feel kind of … I don't know …"

"Nervous?" I completed.

"Yea, I guess."

"Well, it's because you really love me and you don't want me to hurt, but you know you have to hurt me some to love me."

He smiled, "You have a way with words, Baker. But you're right. I desperately want to beat your hot bottom hard, then just …"

"Fuck me into next Sunday?" I completed his thought again.

"Yes, only, I really do love you Greg, seriously. So why would I want you to hurt so much? It's really hard on your mind when you think about it."

"Not for me, wait here," I said confidently and got up.

I went over and got the Baker family paddle, the one used on Todd and Steven and me here at the Lake, and even on Jake back at home, then of course myself, many, many times before all that. I stood alone for a moment and ran my palm over its worn surface. How many times had I been properly punishment-paddled with it, then jerked myself off in my bedroom alone afterwards? Too many to count.

Yes, I had even snuck it into my room between punishments when Dad was gone on business trips, and used it on myself, simply to get off and masturbate myself yet again. Now, it was going to be used to make love with my boyfriend. How strange. Making love using Dad's paddle? Oh well, I counted my life as very strange and unusual and I was very thankful for it being that way too.

I went and got my Silky Delight lube bottle, then found Jake's belt and Todd's as well, then brought all of it back to Jake. I knelt in front of him and laid each implement across his knees and sat the little lube bottle at his feet. He looked down at the paddle and ran his hand over the smooth wooden surface with one hand and then grasped the handle end of his doubled-up belt. He sighed as I watched him, my dick getting very hard, very fast in my sweats.

He smiled, then leaned forward and putting his hand behind my neck, drew me forward and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed, deeply, swirling our tongues together for just a moment, then he sat back.

"OK cadet, strip off naked and get into punishment position for paddle swats."

My heart started to pound. I stood up, made a short half-step backwards and slipped my sweats down and pushed them away from my feet. I took that half-step back forward, turned myself sideways to Jake and then put my feet at shoulder width. I had done this so many times in front of my squad leader as a first year cadet, second and third year as well, not to mention in gym class and physical training inside either the locker-room or Coach Price's office when he gave us cadets our discipline. We received no fewer than five bare-bottom swats and no more than fifteen. I once got fifteen for trying to cheat the running track of just a half a lap during those awful lap runs. I hated running then.

I bent over and secured my fists to my ankles. I saw my "squad leader" stand up, the paddle in his fist at his side. He stood right up almost against me, but not quite. Then he started to slowly rub that cold paddle surface over the center of my naked and still white butt cheeks, back and forth, back and forth.

"You know, Baker, I was never going to tell you this, but …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> I winced and the sting started hard.

"… while you were getting your administrative paddling …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> Oh God, Jake was good with that paddle!

"… I fantasized about it just being you, me and Richards there …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> Dammit that hurts!

"… in the middle of the gym. He would give you your twenty-five swats, over that horse …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> Not so low! I hate low swats and I had to grimace hard and hiss through my teeth. He was being strict with me!

"… then Richards would say, 'Squad Leader Lightman, step forward and do your duty!' …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "Ouuuuuu" I groaned, but not too loudly. God he was getting good ones on me, but I wanted to hear the rest of his fantasy.

"… I would come forward, in full dress uniform, right up to your hot red paddled ass, still over that horse …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> I groaned again and my eyes started to get red but my dick was only a little softened, wow!

"… I would unzip the fly to my dress slacks, reach in and bring out my super hard cock …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> Ouuuuuuuuu! Come on Jake, more! Tell me more! And I noticed that despite the pain, his fantasy talk was keeping my dick really hard again!

"… then I would step forward, take off my white gloves, fold them over my dress belt, then grab your hips with my hands …"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> I yelped! My ass was throbbing hard now, Jake was not slacking up at all and my dick was still very interested in the fantasy. Then I noticed him toss the paddle gently to the couch and I then felt not one, but two finger-tips, wet from spit alone, start to press into my butthole!

"… and then I would literally drive my hard dick right up your butthole, hard!!"

Right on cue, he pushed his fingers in hard!! I winced and grimaced and hissed and my butthole helplessly burned and burned. "Ahhhhhhhhmmmmm!" I groaned louder.

He worked those fingers in and out with short jabs for just a short while, then his other hand and arm reached over and around my waist and secured my body up against his and then grabbed the base of my hard dick, gathering up my balls into his fist. I don't know how many times I had fantasized about wrestling around with Jake and him doing that to me, to make me submit to his powerful body.

"… then I would just POUND your paddled ass, hard and fast, just driving myself into you, so you could feel my pants fabric and belt up against your butt and my dick stretching your cheeks apart!"

His fingers imitated it by swooping out and then back into my rectum, hard, in and out, two and then three times, before he just pulled them out fast; all the while firmly pulling and yanking on my balls and dick and masturbating just the lower base of my penis.

I let out a hard long moan just then and finally realized my dick was leaky. I was liking this, maybe too much! His hand then let go of my balls and stroked right up to my dick head. His fingers felt my pre-cum and then gathered it up and the next thing I knew, he'd picked up the paddle again, rubbing it briefly back onto my red butt.

"Five swats, Baker, count 'em out!"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "One sir!!" I barked.

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "Two sir!!" I counted.

"Now lick my fingers clean of your spunk!" and the fingers were right there at my mouth. I closed my eyes and let my nose smell his fingers and guide my mouth and tongue. Then just as I started to lick …

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "Three sir!!" I barked and then licked and sucked on his fingers, tasting my own stuff as I had done many times before and making sure they were cleaned.

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "Four sir!!"

<Thwacccccccccck!!> "FIVE SIR!!" and that last one really stung hard.

I was tiring, but he knew that. Jake stepped back, lowered his sweats and sat back down on the couch, fully naked like me.

"Lay yourself across my lap, cadet, you need a spanking. A good, hard, long spanking over those paddled cheeks, move it!!"

I flew to Jake's lap. His prick was tall, hard and leaky. I sure wanted to suck on it and he saw me lust with my eyes.

I pushed myself purposely sideways and into his hard cock, then positioned myself perfectly, scooting my knees forward so that when I rotated my hips, I could make my red, sore paddled asscheeks the peak of my body, my hole pointed straight up to the ceiling.

"That's it cadet, show your squad leader that hot paddled ass and that hot hole! Yeaaaa!" My balls just ached to release when he said all that.

"I'll bet you'd love to suck my dick, cadet!" he added.

"Sir yes sir!!" I barked, but not too loudly.

"You'll have to earn that privilege," and then his hand came crashing down palm first and slapped my far cheek, then another on my near cheek. "Higher! Get that ass higher, boy!" he urged me. I did and in doing so, spread my thighs even further apart which set me some to the side.

Jake quickly took advantage of the shift and pushed me a bit further away from his body, re-angled me a bit to the tip of his knee and then did that thing where he wrapped his left arm securely around the far side of my waist. Then he got a firm grip around my balls at the base of my dick with his fist again.

I felt like a first year cadet being spanked over Scott Wetzel's knee! Wetzel used to really put us 15 year olds in our places with embarrassing positions and spankings like this, like we were twelve years old or something, minus the dick-grabbing of course. But then again, I was fantasizing about him grabbing at my balls and dick like that for real back then, anyway.

"Now you are going to get the spankin' of your life!!" Jake announced and started to smack me hard and fast, holding me so well, I couldn't move! He didn't need Todd's belt or anything else and his hand felt like a hot iron! My boyfriend was seriously putting me in my place and it hurt! But it felt good too! Then it hurt even worse; but I couldn't help it, I liked him doing it!

"Damn, Baker! Say something, anything! You're killing my hand here!" Jake suddenly stopped, shaking the devil out of his hand. His confession tickled me and made him even more attractive and sexy and, yes, manly in my mind and eye.

I spied his belt. It had been pushed to the floor. I reached and got it and handed it to him. "Here, maybe you need this!" I grinned.

He grinned too, "Baker, I'll let you know when I need something, OK?" and then slapped me four more times each side before he took it from me, wincing at his poor sore spanking hand. "Besides, I'm in charge here, not you!" then he started this hot pawing at my seared butt-flesh with a lot of fingering of my hole again. I moaned. This whole thing was making me hot for him to fuck me, but I didn't say a thing, I just writhed and pushed my ass up for him to decide for himself.

"Oh yea, gonna use this hole," he growled and then he spit a big wad of saliva right onto my butthole, dived in and started to tongue-fuck me! Wow!

"Ohhhhmann, Jake, I mean sir! Yeaaa, do that all night," I urged him on and pushed my butt up even higher. One of his hands was feeling up my balls and stroking some on my cock, the other reached under me and started to pinch and tweak at my nipples! I reached back and started to rub at his broad pecs and found his near nipple, while my other hand found his strong calf and ankle and held onto him there, just to connect skin to skin.

Then Jake's head came up and he playfully slapped at my butthole. Now that was a surprise and I moaned louder, my face betraying my desires.

"You like that huh?"

"Huh, uh!" I replied and he did it again and again. Oh god!

"I think you need a whipping now!" he said, picking up the belt.

I put my hands back in front of me and said back to him, "Please sir, please give me a good whipping!"

I could just feel him grinning, even though I couldn't see him. He wrapped his arm around my waist again, gathered up my nuts and cock in his fist and then whipped my tail good.

"Ohhh! OHHHH! Hey Sir! Jake! Wow! That hurts!! That really hurts!!!"

"About damn time!!" he replied and then went to do it again, but by then, my hands were back there trying to protect my stinging buns.

"Where's that other belt?" he asked with a little stern sneer. He found it and wrapped it around my willing wrists. Now he really had me bound up good and if my dick wasn't already hard as nails, now it was titanium hard! From there, he began to whip my ass, stop and lick my buns or my hole, then do it again. He repeated that like four times, whipping at my sore tail about five times in between. By then, my dick was leaky and so was his. But he wasn't done, nope.

"Rotate yourself, get down on the floor and keep your knees and ass up here with me, Baker!"

I did it and felt like some damned human wheelbarrow. My torso and head were on the floor rug, the rest of me angled sharply up to the couch, where my knees were widely spread on either side of Jake's pelvis. Don't forget, my hands and wrists were still tied up with Todd's thinner belt to my lower back, so I was indeed his bitch, all hog-tied and helpless! I was wide open to him. He could do anything and he did. He pulled my nuts and cock back, firmly with one fist, so that I had no control over myself. He spanked at my spread thighs and cheeks and used the belt as well, even just the tip of one end of it to sting my butthole area! All of it kept my dick rock hard!

Then he stopped a moment. "That's it. I'm gonna fuck you, Baker, make you take my spunk, way high up inside of you. Breed your hot ass!"

Breed me? Where did gay Jacob Lightman ever even learn that word? But I loved it. "Yea man, breed my hot red spanked ass!" I begged.

"OK Baker, let me help you onto the floor, on your knees."

I scooted forward off his lap and onto my knees, my hands still secure behind my back with the thin belt, Jake making sure I didn't topple. He knelt down with me, then reached around to untie my hands and wrists, re-tying them again in front of me.

"Lie on your back, hands above your head, then bring your legs back, spread."

I did that. I loved being on my back and watching him, letting him be in charge. The tone had changed now and he was strong but quiet. He picked up the Silky Delight and lubed his erection and then he took some of that magic stuff and spread it over my exposed butthole. He even ran a slippery finger in and out of my hole, but just one finger. Then he leaned forward, hands to the floor at my sides and adjusted my pelvis and hole to his dickhead. I closed my eyes a moment. He moved in, slowly and waited for me. I nodded once after that first awful push of pain was passed, and then he moved all the way inside of me.

I opened my eyes and there was my lover, his face just above mine, and I wrapped my legs around his awesome body. He locked his hands in mine, easily holding down my bound wrists, as if I minded … I loved it! I grinned a little to myself, because it reminded me of games of Cowboys and Indians long ago, at least as I now wished it had been. Then he started to fuck me, looking down at me with fire in his eyes. He leaned down and our lips met and his pace picked up. His tongue swirled with mine, then his dick started to really pound my insides as I moaned into his open mouth.

The final chapter in this little fuck-toy party of Jacob's was upon us now. He jammed his dick inside of me, hard and to the hilt, and then started to shoot his load with a hard, low, growling which was accompanied by a series of shorter jabs with his erection, each one sending more of his seed into me, deeper and deeper. I could feel his dick pulsating and his hot load filling me up.

Afterwards, we kissed long and hard with him still in me, my hands still clasped securely in his. I was his captive in so many ways now, some of them impossible to describe the feelings. I had no references for this kind of love or lust. He pulled out gently, kneeling up and releasing me, and looked down at me. I gazed back at him, so sweaty and handsome and powerful and all mine.

He allowed me to lower my legs and I sprawled beneath him, nearly exhausted. His hands were on his hips and then he wiped his face with one palm, wiping beads of sweat to the floor and on me too. My butthole was sore, very sore and felt swollen; but I was still loving being all bound up, my ass still throbbing from his paddling, with him looming over the top of me!

Jake leant forward, bringing his mouth down to my dick. It had softened up during his fucking but the attention from his tongue and lips made it rock hard again easily. I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him do all the work, while his hands slid up over my abs and chest and played with my nips, which felt great. I exploded just a little while later, pushing my pelvis up and kind of face-fucking him. He went with it and ate my load down, spilling nothing.

He collapsed on the floor next to me and studied me, grinning as I recovered from an amazing orgasm, still bound up in Todd's thin brown belt. "You are one fun dude."

I laughed, "You too man!"

He untied my hands and wrists then he helped me up to standing. We embraced our slick sweaty bodies together and kissed, deeply and tenderly.

"Come on, let's shower, I want to sleep with you," he smiled. Then Jake took my hand and we went to take a long hot steamy shower, using most of the hot water up while we kissed and touched and fondled, simply unable to get enough of each other.

Later, in our sleeping-bag together, he was lying on his back with my head on his chest, our legs tangled up, and I was beginning to finally fade, when suddenly, who should plop himself right next to us but Steven, my older brother!

"Hey guys," he whispered.

"Oh shit, did we make too much noise?" I asked, getting up on my elbows.

"Naw, well, a little, but that was because I was wide awake and could hear a trout jump from the other side of the lake. Dad, Michael and Todd are sleeping like the dead. You should see Michael! He begged Todd to sleep with him. Todd was so flattered he blushed. Now Michael is doing that thing where he sucks his thumb in his sleep, all curled up with his head on Todd's chest and Todd's hand is cradling Michael's head."

But when Steven said that, he looked so alone.

"Hey bro, are you OK?" I asked my big brother and put my hand on his shoulder. Jake then turned over and got up on his elbows too.

"Um … just seeing you guys together, is so fantastic. I mean, I wish I had a relationship like you guys seem to be having."

"Girlfriend?" Jake asked.

"Three of them, all gone now. I just didn't have time."

"Hey, remember when I would get scared and run from my bedroom to yours in the middle of the night and you would let me sleep with you?" I reminded Steven.

"Yea, you were ten though, I was fifteen."

"Hey man, no sweat if you want to sleep out here with us," I offered.

"Naw, you guys need to be alone."

"No, we're fine Steve. Besides, all gay guys have fantasies about sleeping with their straight brothers!" Jake teased and I grinned ear to ear.

"You guys promise not to turn me into a boy lover?" he grinned.

"No!" Jake and I both said at the same time and we all three laughed.

Jake threw back the sleeping-bag top and Steve climbed in, wearing his boxers. I could not believe this; two seventeen year old gay lovers, Jake and me, were going to sleep with my or our straight 21 year old big brother, but here it was, really happening.

Steven ended up on his back and Jake and I off to either side, separated from each other and trying not to touch him.

"Um … this isn't right, guys," Steven said.

"It's OK, really Steven," Jake said.

"Yea," I said less enthusiastically.

"Look, you guys are being really respectful. I dig that. So cut the crap. Jake, you get your head up here on my right shoulder and Greg, you up on my left. We're brothers and I love you guys, a lot!"

We climbed up, me very gratefully. It made me feel like it was years before with my big brother, in bed with him when I was really scared at night. Steven kissed the tops of our heads and sighed and seemed to start to nod off. Well how could Jake or I sleep now? I was getting hard again and suspected he was as well, but what could we do?

Well, what were the chances of both hard dicks going unnoticed by Steven? None, that's how much.

"Oh, oh!" Steven finally said, his eyes flying open.

"What?!" I asked, thinking a hard dick touching him was finally irritating him.

"So … I have not got laid in, like, months. And you guys like to suck cock, right?"

I looked at Jake wide-eyed and he beat me to it by just about one second.

"Save some for me!!" I hissed with a grin, and dived under the covers to watch my boyfriend start to suck on our big brother's big hard dick as it poked ever-so-conveniently out the fly of his boxers.

We ended up sharing it and even licking and sucking at the same time. In fact, Steven had stored up enough spunk for two blowjobs, one each. I got my fill of my big bro's hot load and Jake got his own load as well! Steven just put his hands behind his head and relaxed with his eyes closed, a big satisfied grin spread out over his mug as he enjoyed the attention of two loving brothers.

© Copyright PJ Franklin February 10, 2013

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