Songbird
Chapter 5
The parents returned from Europe and Franz organised a weekend for him to take Brett to introduce him.
Brett was impressed with the house when they arrived for the weekend, and then surprised when introduced to mother and father. Franz's father looked much younger than he should and his mother was a timid little thing that behaved more like a servant than the lady of the house.
All the social graces were exhibited to start with. Sat in a very formal looking lounge Brett got the third degree before the father turned to Franz.
"I presume you have brought all your academy reports for me to see."
Brett picked up on the formality between father and Son.
"Yes Sir, they are in my luggage."
"Very good. You may fetch them and we will be in the study. Your mother will be preparing dinner so we won't be disturbed. Brett you may join us. I am sure you will want to see how Franz has been brought up with regard to his education."
Brett thought the study looked intimidating. There was a punishment bench in one corner. Brett knew what it was from his study of American history during the slavery years, this one though was padded and instead of leg restraints, on one pair of legs there was a spreader bar attached. Front restraints for the wrists, rear restraints on the spreader bar for the ankles set at 3 ½ feet. The father sat behind a clear desk and directed Brett to a chair at the side of the desk but in clear view of the punishment bench.
"I presume that Franz has told you how we handled discipline as he grew up."
Brett looked the father straight in the eyes.
"Yes, Sir, I found the telling rather surprising."
"That, Boy, is because Franz was brought up with strict Prussian discipline. You have an expression in this country. `Spare the rod and spoil the child'. We agree with that, but in our case we add some humiliation as well. We add backbone to our sons in that way."
Brett couldn't argue with the principal, knowing he should have been paddled a few times as he grew up, but, of course, never was.
Franz returned then, handed his academy reports to his father and then stood back about six feet with his feet slightly apart and his hands grasped behind his back.
The father took some time to read them, and Brett noticed he withdrew a notepad from a drawer and was making notations as he read. All finished and the frown showed he was not pleased.
"Four of these results are less than satisfactory."
Pushing the notebook towards his son the father continued.
"Look at those and tell me if you think I am being too severe in singling those results out for punishable dereliction of the standards I set."
Franz read, put the notepad back on the desk, resumed his position, but now stood rigidly to attention.
"No Father, they all received As', but I know they should be A*s'."
"Very well. You may prepare yourself for punishment."
Looking defeated, Franz looked sadly at Brett, but made no attempt to have the order changed, or for Brett to be asked to leave the room. He undressed carefully placing his clothes on an empty chair. Stood to attention again in front of his father, Brett was monumentally hard. Franz's cute butt was instant erection material. The father didn't miss the bulge either.
"Perhaps, Brett, as you find my son's nudity so stimulating you would like to show him how exciting you find him by undressing as well."
"Father, you can't."
"If he is going to be my son-in-law he will conform to the discipline of this house."
"It's alright Franz, I don't mind."
Franz's father was a little surprised when he saw the size of Brett's erect penis. Hugging his tummy, as it was, it looked to be at least a foot long even though it was only ten inches.
"Turn to face my son, Brett. Franz, you caused this problem for Brett. You may now get rid of it for him, in your usual way."
The blowjob was incredible, as always, and Brett realised that Franz had given him such an amazing orgasm, almost as a finger to his father, for which he would pay in punishment and humiliation.
Looking furious, the father pointed to the punishment bench when Franz was once again stood to attention.
Secured in place, the spread legs, revealing the gorgeous butt and anus had Brett chubbing up again, to the surprise of both other men.
"What chastiser do you think I should use, Son?"
"The paddle, Sir."
"You will only be receiving one set of punishment for four poor performances, do you think the paddle is still correct?"
The look of terror on Franz's face made Brett gasp.
In a very shaky voice Franz replied.
"No Sir, it should be the whip."
"I agree, and it should be 20, five for each offence, but in view of your boyfriend's presence I will halve it."
The whip was only a short one, but looked evil. The first delivery was just hard enough to split the skin. Brett immediately jumped in between father and son.
"No more. You are not going to use that on him again."
"You think you can stop me?"
Brett knew he couldn't, the man wasn't all that big, but he looked powerful.
"Maybe not, but I will die trying if I have to."
"You love my son that much?"
"Yes, Sir, more than my life."
"Very well, I will compromise. You accept punishment and humiliation the same as my son and the whip goes away. You are probably the cause of his poor performance anyway so it is only right that you share his fate."
Brett agreed.
"Very well, Franz, ten with the paddle."
Brett hated to see it. The father didn't pull the strokes and it was obvious Franz was hurting at the end.
"You next Brett."
The only erection when Brett was stood again was the father. The bulge in his trousers was very obvious.
"Now, you may undress me Brett and see if you can give me a blowjob that is as good as my son gave you."
Brett couldn't believe this man, but he did it. The naked father was a revelation.
The body was superb. Pecs and abs were obvious but not too pronounced, but it was the cock that made Brett gasp. It must have been at least as long as his own, but quite a lot thicker. It was, almost certainly, the thickest cock he had ever seen. He couldn't help thinking how fantastic that would be reaming out his arse. Not that he thought the man would go that far.
It was no problem at all for Brett to give him an amazing blowjob. He loved licking it, both sides before punishing the head with his tongue for ages and then swallowing it and as much of the shaft as he could.
`God, I could worship this for a long time if it was attached to a decent human being, instead of this monster', was his thought as he brought it to an incredibly powerful orgasm. It almost choked him swallowing all of the cum.
"My God, Boy, you must keep my son very happy if you do to him what you have just done to me."
Brett needed to put this in perspective.
"Franz is my lover so what I do for him surpasses by far anything I would do for a third party."
Wrong thing to say.
"Well in that case, my son can restore my erection and then we will take turns in fucking him to see if that applies to his other end as well."
Brett was truly incensed at this man's action, but realised that the more he said, the worse things got, so he said nothing, but watched as Franz did a wonderful job re-stimulating his father.
"I think I will take him over my desk. On his back, legs well spread and you, Brett can hold them back to give me clear access."
For Brett, this was surreal. He was stood at his lovers head holding his legs well apart and pulled down so that the anus and genitalia were perfectly displayed. The father opened the boy up using gel and then stood ready to enter him. The head was just touching the anal entry when the father looked at Brett and grinning asked him if he had anything else to say. Brett shook his head and the father immediately slid in, all the way, but slowly. It still caused a massive amount of pain and Franz squealed before settling down. Watching that huge penis thrusting in and out of his love had Brett close to orgasm before the end. It was obvious the father's orgasm was intense by the number of times he pumped into his son as he orgasmed.
"You can change places with me now, you will only need a little lubricant."
Brett pulled out all the stops to make the experience for Franz a memorable one. By the time he had finished Franz had orgasmed and was crying happy tears, said loud enough for his father to hear.
"I love you so much, no one will ever make love to me better than you."
"Well, if he is so good for you, let's see if he thinks I am good for him. I'm sure after your penis, if he takes it, a real man's one will delight him."
Brett would never admit to Franz as long as he lived that being fucked by that monster was even better than Jordan, and Jordan was the bench mark by which all others were judged. Franz must have had some idea because of the power of Brett's orgasm, but never said anything.
The ordeal was over then and the remainder of the weekend was, in fact, very pleasant. At the end Brett got the present that he never expected. He was taken aside by Franz's father as they were getting ready to leave.
"I will never discipline my son again. That duty is yours as his life partner. Be warned, his standards will slip if you don't monitor his performance, but that is now up to you. As for you, Brett. I am more gay than straight and will be delighted when you come to see us again if you would consider another romp with me. I could tell you loved my cock inside you and you would be welcome to it again."
Brett was too shocked to say anything at the time, but he certainly gave it a lot of thought before discussing it with Franz.
Franz was actually very pleased that his father had so impressed Brett sexually.
"I like the idea of dad fucking you when we go to see my parents. I know how much you love me so outside sex is never going to worry me. I also like that you are taking over my discipline. Dad could be quite brutal at times and I know you won't. You'll make up for it though by upping the humiliation using the boys and Jordon, won't you?"
Brett kissed him and grinned as he replied.
"Mind reader. Yes you're right, and while I'm away at uni I'll brief Jordon to do the job. You will tell me the grades on each paper or exercise you do for the college. Your dad always set `A*s' as the standard. Do you think I should do the same?"
Franz thought about it and then nodded.
"I guess, I mustn't let our love lower my standards."
"Good, I agree. I will let Jordon know if you bring in a lower mark and he will contact you with a view to setting up a punishment session. I will, of course, tell him I don't want him to be brutal, but to up the humiliation instead. You'll have to be worse than an 'A' to get serious punishment and humiliation. Agree?"
"Yes, that's fair. I have never got worse than an `A', ever."
That was how it was left and the remainder of the summer was a pleasure. Franz and Brett did a load of work but still found time for several lovely sex sessions with the boys. Normally a top, Brett set about being screwed by Jordon at every opportunity, not missed by Franz who would josh him about it.
It was two sad boys that said goodbye at the end of the summer knowing it would be several weeks before they could be together again.