Steve Grows Up

Steve Grows Up

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 3

The leather felt cold and clammy against my chest and belly, or perhaps it was just that I was shivering a little with fright and anticipation. "You can prepare him, blacksmith, as it will amuse me to see someone else doing it for a change", I hard the Colonel say. "I think it's probably best if we have him restrained, as it's his first time - we don't want him doing anything foolish, do we? I'd hate to have to order a severe punishment for him, and I doubt that he's really prepared for what's going to happen."

"Sir, please, sir, couldn't you spare Steve?", I heard dad ask almost plaintively.... "I'm here too, sir... And you could..."

"No, blacksmith! I could fuck you of course, But why is it that I seem to be surrounded by slaves who want to make decisions and suggest alternatives? Just obey me, will you? Now, restrain the boy - the restraints are in the drawer underneath, as usual. I think it's only necessary to do the wrists, as it will be good to allow him to move his legs a bit - it all adds to the excitement, don't you think?"

It all seemed at once so normal, as if this was a regular occurrence, and yet so bizarre.

Dad was silent, and the Colonel snapped "I asked you a question, slave! Don't you prefer to have a little movement in the legs?"

"Yes, sir", dad replied, very quietly, sounding somehow very sad.

Dad came over and opened the drawer that was under the body of the 'horse' and took some things out. He knelt down by me, and almost whispered "Don't worry, Steve, there's nothing to be afraid of really... I'm here, son, and there's no harm going to come to you. Now...."

I guess I was comforted by dad's words as I didn't struggle or anything as he used broad pieces of Velcro to fasten my wrists to the front legs of the 'horse' as I lay there. Then gently, very gently, he turned my head to one side so it was lying flat on the leather, and asked "OK, son? Comfortable?"

"Yes, dad", I whispered back, as somehow his quiet voice seemed to encourage this intimacy. Of course I meant "as comfortable as I can be, stretched out like this, shit scared about what was going to happen!"

The Colonel got up off the chesterfield and was standing behind me now, and I heard him say to dad "Open him up, blacksmith, so I can see him properly."

Dad's big, hard hands rested on my butt - causing me to flinch as it was still hurting from the spanking - and I felt his thumbs burrow down between my butt cheeks. I felt myself blushing hot with shame at the thought of my dad doing this to me. Then he pulled my butt apart, and I squirmed with embarrassment as I knew that he and the Colonel were looking at my ass hole!

"Excellent!", the Colonel said to dad "I think he really is a virgin! Evidently you haven't been there - I assume those younger brothers of his haven't either?"

"Sir, I don't fuck men, sir, as you know. And I bring up my kids right, sir. No fucking until they're men. I'm going to beat Steve tomorrow, sir, now I know he's been having underage sex with girls - that's what got me into trouble, sir."

"And what about his friends, the kids at school? " The Colonel addressed me then. "Have you been fucking with the guys on your team, Steve?"

I felt embarrassed, as dad was so cross now that he'd heard that 'd been with some of the girls in my class.

What would he think if he knew I'd been jerking off with Rob? But he had asked if I'd been fucking.... So I didn't need to lie. "No, sir", I mumbled, still very embarrassed by the whole thing.

"So, a real virgin", the Colonel went on. "So this is a very special night for you, Steve! You became a man today, and now you're going to find out what it's really like to be a man!" His tone changed again, as he was evidently addressing dad. "Keep those cheeks apart for me whilst I try him out...."

I actually moaned - something so very different than anything I'd ever felt before went through me, as I guessed it was a finger of the Colonel running down that sensitive part between my balls and my asshole, and then stopping, and gently teasing the delicate skin of my sphincter. Then there was a gentle, incessant pressure.... And I moaned again, as his finger pushed and forced itself slightly in.

"Excellent!", the Colonel said again. "I've never experienced anything like this... That beautifully hard butt of his, but the skin so silky soft... And down here, this virgin pucker, just waiting for me....

You've done well, blacksmith - you've really bred something exceptional here."

I heard that kind of metallic chink as a belt buckle hits the floor, and the Colonel continued "I think young Steve here deserves an experience to remember on his first time, blacksmith. So we'll not stretch him as I want to really experience his muscles fighting back. But please fetch me the boy's cum from the ashtray, as I will at least lubricate myself a little as I don't want to rip him."

There was nothing I could do, and I just lay there. Then I felt warmth on my thighs and butt, as the Colonel stood behind me and moved his body right up against mine. His hands ran up and down my back, as he sighed gently to himself, and I could hear him saying quietly "So young, and yet so strong. Lovely soft skin, not a trace of fat...." Then his hands rested on my shoulders, and he said quietly to me "Now I'm going to enter you, Steve. Do whatever seems natural to you, as you've not been trained yet to accept your master properly. I won't punish you, whatever you do... Just behave naturally...."

With that I felt something pushing at my asshole, and it wasn't a finger this time. It pushed and pushed, and obviously I resisted, trying to clamp my sphincter shut and squeeze my butt together. The insistent pressure went on and on, then I heard the Colonel grunt "Strong little beggar, aren't you, Steve.... Try this...."

The pressure on me eased for a moment, and then I screamed! The Colonel had pulled back and then thrust himself viciously forward, forcing his dick head into me. I was dimly aware of dad starting to move towards us, but the Colonel shouted "Stay back, blacksmith!", and then, in a different tone, "There! I'm in. Now, Steve..."

It was indescribable. I could feel this thing being pushed up into me, and it hurt, hurt more than anything that had ever happened to me before - no, not that exactly - hurt differently. Or was it really hurting, or was it my body reacting to being totally violated? I could hear myself shouting out in pain and terror, and my wrists were almost wrenched off as I tried to pull myself free from the restraints so I could claw at the Colonel and make this stop. I was trying to buck my body up and down, too, to throw him off me, but his weight as he leaned forward held me down, and I could feel his legs forcing mine apart as if they were insignificant. And then it all stopped. The Colonel was almost lying along my back, and his body was hot against my butt and thighs. Something was scratching at my very sensitive tender inner thigh - the Colonel's wiry pubes? I don't know. I was so confused, so scared, and yet, at the same time, there was something special about it - no man had ever been this close, this intimate with me before.

The Colonel's breathing sounded ragged as he whispered to me "Right, Steve, your owner's dick is right in you now, boy. How does it feel to be totally possessed, totally controlled, boy?"

"It fucking hurts!", I managed to get out. "Please...."

I moaned and cried again as the Colonel moved back so his dick slowly slid out of me - not so much in pain this time, as there was some exquisite sensation flowing through me. But the next instant I cried out again in anguish as he again slammed back into me. "Oh, Steve, that's so good....", I heard him saying. "Your tight ass is giving me such fun. Now, hang in there boy, as I give you a real, hard fucking...."

I don't know how long he took, I remember crying, sobbing, laughing sometimes, as he thrust himself in and out of me. He didn't care about me, he didn't care if he was hurting me, or if I was enjoying it - no, this was a man, a big dominant man, taking his pleasure from me, just using me to satisfy his lust and passion. I could hear slapping as his body crashed in to mine; my shoulders began to ache as his fingers dug into them as he'd leaned forwards to grab me to stop my body sliding along the "horse' as his incessant pounding tried to move away from him; my ass was sending me totally contradictory sensations - extreme pain one moment, and the most extraordinary pleasure the next.

And then it was over. The Colonel gave a great cry, and thrust himself once more really hard into me, and then just stopped. He fell forward onto me, and I could feel his hart racing and his body heaving as he dragged in great quantities of air. His hands ran along my ribs, as if he was savouring the way that I too was sweating, and he was almost laughing as he said "Wow, Steve - that was one great fuck, boy! You've got a really nice tight ass."

I just lay there, not knowing what to say. I didn't know how I felt really, either. The pain had stopped, but so had the pleasure. But at the same time I was enjoying this intimate closeness of another man to me as he lay there. I knew I'd been violated, used in the worse way that one man can take another, but it didn't seem to matter all that much. I'd never experienced anything like this before and it was as if I needed to record it, to stamp it in my memory so I could play it again later. And then the Colonel stood up, relieving my body of his weight, and pulled back so that his dick slid out of me, and once again those fantastic sexy feelings went through me, and I gasped with excitement.

The Colonel went and sat on the Chesterfield, and sat there looking at me. Then he said quietly "Blacksmith, come over here and clean me up!".

Dad almost stumbled across the room. It was obvious that he didn't want to do what he'd been commanded to.

He was almost shaking his head, and his body was kind of slumped, in an attitude of utter dejection. The Colonel just sat there, impassive, and then spread his legs wide apart and just gestured, and dad knelt between his open knees. "Come on, blacksmith, it's only cum, and a bit of sweat - the boy was cleaned out thoroughly, wasn't he?"

Dad bent forward, and as I lay there, I watched my dad, the guy who I'd always looked up to, big, strong, proud, dad, bending over the Colonel's dick and licking at it with his tongue, at first gingerly, and then, as if he knew he had to complete the task so there was no point in delaying, be began to do it with more vigour, his big hands gripping the Colonel's knees to give him more support as he worked away. Some how it was exciting to see dad having to lick at the colonel's cum in this way, one big strong man totally subservient to another's will.

Finally, dad stopped, but continued to kneel there in front of the Colonel, his head bowed. "Excellent, blacksmith", the Colonel told him. "But I think you need to be reminded of who is in charge here - you hesitated a moment ago before obeying me and cleaning me. And when I first entered your son, you would have come and stopped me, had I not ordered you to desist! I will not have this kind of hesitant and disobedient behaviour from a slave, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir", dad replied, his words very low pitched and the sounds almost catching in his throat.

"I think you believe that just because you sired the boy here there's something special about the way that I will treat him, and you. Well there is not - you are both slaves, just slaves that I own, and the fact that your seed begat this boy sixteen years ago is irrelevant as far as I am concerned. And that's the way it should e for you, too. You will treat this slave just like any other - the bond between father and son is something that only men can have, and although I have been content to let you play at being a father until now, the time has come for it to stop. Steve is a slave, just like you. Do you understand?"

"Sir, yes, sir", dad said quietly again, almost mumbling.

"Good, blacksmith. I'm glad you do understand that, as I need further entertainment this evening. And it would not be good to let Steve lie there like that: there's a tradition from the old days of slavery that a master who had fucked a slave would not allow the slave to leave with his cum inside him in case the slave should then use it to impregnate a female and thus breed an unwanted son for the master. So in those olden times the master would always then command the slave to be fucked again, so that the semen was mixed...."

He paused as if for dramatic effect, and continued "So, blacksmith, now go and give young Steve his second fucking of the evening, as we pay homage to the old traditions...."

"NO! Please, sir, don't make me do that! Steve's my son, sir...."

"Blacksmith, you've just heard me say that I disregard things like that as you are both just slaves as far as I am concerned. Now, go and fuck the boy, whilst I watch."

Dad slowly, ever so slowly, got to his feet, and cane across towards me as I still lay there. He stood at my ass, and I once again felt his big, calloused hands resting on my butt. His thumbs pushed down between my cheeks again and he prised them apart, and I felt the cool air on my asshole. I felt so ashamed, knowing that dad would see the Colonel's cum trickling out of me - I could feel it sliding down my thighs, and so I knew it must be leaking from me. And then dad said "No, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I can't do it."

"Can't, or won't, blacksmith?" The colonel got to his feet as he said this, and dad let go of my butt, and took a couple of paces back.

"Please, sir, don't make me....", dad began again. "I can't, sir. Can't and won't.... Steve's my son, sir..."

"...and you are both slaves, blacksmith. And when slaves disobey, there is punishment." As he said this the Colonel got to his feet and strode over towards the fireplace, where he drew something from a brass ornamental cylinder standing by the side of it. He came back towards dad and me, and I saw that it was a standard slave cane that he was holding in his hand - the sort I'd seen the overseers and Mr. Stryker use occasionally around on the plantation, to discipline the niggas.

"Now, blacksmith, do as you're told..."

"Sir, no, sir. You can beat me as much as you like..."

I heard the swish of the cane as it flew through the air and then it was if the world exploded! I'd never hurt so much before. It was sharp, fiery, stinging.... I let out a huge scream as the cane smashed into my bare butt as I lay there, a scream so loud and strong and ragged that my throat hurt afterwards. It was as if all the wind was knocked out of me, and I lay there on the "horse", gasping for breath, and at the same time sobbing.

"No, blacksmith", I heard the Colonel say, "There would be no point in my beating you. You've got a tough hide, and a very stubborn streak. But if you refuse to treat a slave just as if he is no more than that, as I have told you, then I may as well punish that slave for having gained your affections. Now, blacksmith, look at that lovely red line all across the smooth white skin of young Steve's butt... Shall I add to it, and make a pattern of lines, a lovely, dense thicket of them that sear into his tender young flesh?"

"Please, sir, don't.... Don't hurt Steve, sir...."

"You can stop it, blacksmith. Just obey. I want to see Steve fucked again, and I have told you to do it. Now, obey!"

To my amazement I felt the warmth of dad's body against me as he moved back into contact. He leaned forward and said quietly "Hang in there, Steve. It will be OK. It doesn't hurt as much the second time, and I'll be gentle..."

"No, dad... Don't. I can take the cane..."

"No, son. I can't see you hurt like that. Now, be brave...."

I felt dad's big hands on my butt again, and this time I winced and cried out softly and tried to move, as when he touched the place where the cane had struck, new shafts of hurt went through me. His thumbs were prising me apart, and then I felt the warmth of his dick head pressing into my pucker. "No....", I moaned quietly, but I wasn't absolutely certain that I did want dad to stop.

"Easy, Steve, just relax...", dad whispered, and he pushed forward, and whether it was because I was already slicked up with the Colonel's cum, or because I'd been stretched by his dick, or because I secretly wanted to feel dad inside me, he slipped in.

I moaned again, but this time it was pure, exquisite pleasure as dad gently and slowly, oh so slowly, carried on pressing at me. It was as if I could feel his lovely dick sliding its way up me, millimetre by millimetre. There was a warm glow spreading through me, and waves of sensation that were utterly unlike anything I'd experienced before. And once dad was evidently buried right into me as far as he could go, he leaned forward on to me, taking most of his weight on his outstretched arms, and began to rock in and out, very slowly, very cautiously, as if he knew that anything sudden, or hard, would hurt me. Instead, I was suffused with pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I began to moan and gasp and cry with sheer passion and enjoyment as dad fucked me in and out.

As my delight increased, I think dad could tell that I was gaining confidence as he began to take slightly longer strokes, and push his way back into me slightly more forcibly, and all the time I was crying and gasping with the utter enjoyment that this huge strong man who was fucking me was bringing. Dad got harder and harder, and hearing the slap, slap, slap of his skin against mine now added to the total erotic excitement I was feeling. I wanted it to go on for ever and ever, but then dad stopped, giving a little cry himself.

The Colonel went an sat on the chesterfield, then said "Impressive, blacksmith! I've never seen you perform like that before - you're always a little more... more.... forceful and impatient, shall we say! Still, untie Steve."

Dad came and knelt by my head to undo the Velcro bindings, and I could see his detumescing dick shining in the light from its coating of cum and sweat. That powerful smell that says "sex" floated up to my nose, overlaid on dad's comforting, male scent of sweat, and as I lay there to my amazement I found myself going erect!

The Colonel called for me to go and sit by him, and I returned to the chesterfield and eased myself down into the leather, wincing as my striped ass touched the leather. The Colonel put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards him, so we were sitting pressed together, and once more his other hand reached down and started to stroke my erect dick. He seemed to take a pleasure in sliding my 'skin on and off my head, and he was almost smiling as he said "Ah, Steve, you don't know how lucky you are to be sixteen, a man for the first time. When you're as old as I am you'll really envy guys like you who can spring a boner like that at the slightest provocation... So now you've been 'broken in', I think there's only one thing left to do...". His tone changed as he snapped "Blacksmith - on the 'horse'."

I saw dad look really startled, and then, with that sort of resigned air that said that he knew he had no choice, he went and lay as I had been just a few minutes before, reaching his arms down along the front legs and spreading his feet on the floor in an effort to get as comfortable as possible.

"We don't need to strap your wrists, do we, blacksmith?" The Colonel's tone was almost mocking. "You've been there often enough before, and I think you're man enough to be able to take dick as usual without restraint." He tuned to look at me and took his hand off my dick. "Right, Steve. I want to see you fuck now - even if you don't know exactly what to do, I'm sure you have at least a glimmering of the idea by now. So do your best. Come on....."

He got up off the chesterfield and pulled me after him, and we both stood at dad's ass, looking down at his big body as it lay there, the top all bronzed form the sun, and his butt and thighs white making a stark contract. "Right, Steve, get stuck in...", I was told.

"No, sir, please, no! It's my dad...."

The Colonel didn't say a word, but just stood there and grabbed his cane, and brought it down four times across dad's hard butt as it lay there in front of us.

I saw each stroke leave a fiery red trace on dad's skin. The first time dad just grunted as if he was deliberately trying not to make me worried, but as the next strokes came down he just couldn't help crying out. I remembered the pain I felt from just one stroke, and knew that he must be really hurt. "Sir, please stop, sir....", I shouted, and almost grabbed the Colonel's arm in an attempt to stop him.

The Colonel stood there, breathing heavily as he'd evidently used a lot of effort in bringing the cane down onto dad. "You can stop it, Steve. It's under your control. 'I'll punish your father until you obey me."

Well, what could I do? I couldn't allow dad to be hurt like that, could I? I went and stood between his legs, and rested my hands on his butt - dad wriggled, and I remembered how it had hurt when my stroke mark had been touched. I'd never felt another guy's butt before, and somehow it was intensely exciting - the shape of the muscle under my palm seemed somehow "right", and dad was hot, and sweaty. I probed down in his ass crack with my thumbs, feeling them slide in as dad seemed to be soaked in sweat down there, and then pried them apart.

I'd really not seen a pucker before - I mean, it's not the sort of thing you see, is it? At school even if we'd been horsing around a bit in the showers we were always very careful to turn away from other guys before we bent down to pick up the soap, even! And unlike a lot of guys, I'd never even squatted down over a mirror in the bathroom to see what my own looked like. So it was exciting, somehow, as I looked at that crinkled area of dark skin against the pale whiteness of dad's crack. As I watched, I could see it flexing slightly, but I couldn't help wondering how my dick was going to get in through that very tiny opening there seemed to be in the middle.

I think the Colonel must have seen my concern as he said quietly "lube your finger with some of the cum that's leaking out of you, Steve, and use it to ease your dad a bit."

Cautiously, I felt down underneath myself and slimed my finger a bit from the liquid slicking the inside of my thighs, then stood there, and as the Colonel held dad's crack open, I gently pressed my forefinger to his pucker and teased and pushed. Dad was moaning, and I felt something give, and my finger slid in. It was just incredible - the warm wetness of it all, and the way that dad's muscles gripped my finger as I experimentally moved it in and out. I could hear dad moaning and sighing, and it encouraged me to be bolder, and I moved my finger around in a big circle as if I knew instinctively what needed to be done to open him up. The Colonel advised me to move on to two fingers, and it just seemed right somehow, and as I looked I saw how that dark, crinkled area expanded and opened and made itself inviting for me.

The Colonel didn't need to say anything else. I knew what I needed to do. No, I knew what I wanted to do. I moved forward and positioned my dick head at dad's pucker, and pushed!

I don't think any of us will ever forget the first time we slide our dick into an ass, will we? However many times you do it the first time is somehow special. I could hardly believe that I was doing this - taking dad, pushing my dick deep inside him, using him for my enjoyment. For that's what it was - I was in some sort of altered state as those indescribable feelings as your dick is gripped by a hot, moist ass went through me for the first time. I could feel dad's body moving under mine and the scent of him was almost intoxicating, and I slid right in, hearing him gasping and moaning as I did so. I rested, the heat of dad's thighs and butt pressing against my things and belly, and then it was as if I was on autopilot: I pulled back, and went in again. And again, and again. As my excitement mounted I went harder, and faster, and harder and faster, until I was afraid that my dick would pull right out of dad on every stroke. I wanted it to go on for ever. But of course my body's other instinctive thing took over, and I felt my balls beginning to contract, and then that fantastic sensation as the cum shot through me. For the first time I did that thing that man has been doing ever since he first came down out of the trees, and by back arched, my dick slammed forward one last time, I threw my head back and roared "Yes.....!" - that primeval roar of complete delight, not only from the thrill of the sex itself, but of having another man totally in my power.

I just stood there, feeling the cum pump through me, and it seemed to go on and on. I've usually got a sensitive dick when I've shot, but now I thrust once, twice more, my back still arched, as if I wanted to get the last drop of cum out of my dick and into this man underneath me. And then I fell forward, panting for air, but revelling in the feeling of a big, sweating male body under mine, a body still skewered on my dick as it remained plunged in its ass.

And then I realised what I'd done. I said quietly, as if I didn't want the Colonel to hear, "Dad.... I'm sorry....", and I gently stood up, and pulled out of him.

The Colonel was looking almost shocked. He put his hand on my shoulder and stood there, looking at me. "Have you done this before, Steve?"

"Yes, sir, I fucked several girls in my class..."

"No, with a man."

"No, sir."

"Steve, I think you're a very lucky man! I think you're a natural - a natural top. A lot of men like sex with other men, but most of them like being fucked. There are far, far fewer men who like to use their dicks to fuck other men than there are men desperate to lie there and feel another man's dick inside them. I think you're a natural, boy - seeing you started so timidly, but then you were taken over by it! How was it?"

"Sir, I don't know... I can't describe it.... It was like nothing else I've eve done before...."

"I think it's another part of your breeding, Steve. Your dad likes to fuck, too - and it seems to have been passed on." He changed his tone, and said "Blacksmith, you can get up now...."

I stood there, looking at dad, and he looked at me. Then quite spontaneously we each fell into the others arms, and hugged each other - and this was good, too, as I not only had dad's body pressed close to mine, but our dicks rubbed against each other for the first time. "Dad....", was all I could say, and all he could reply was "Steve....".

The colonel left us like that for a few moments, and then said quite brusquely "OK, blacksmith, Steve... That's enough of family bonding for the time being. Get dressed, both of you, and go off back home. Now, blacksmith, I've decided that Steve will work alongside you for the time being: treat him as your apprentice, just as you learned your trade at one time. He can continue to live at home, and I won't insist he goes to the slave quarters every evening. No more school, of course - he's educated enough, and it's never going to be necessary for him to graduate. But make sure he works, and works hard, at smithing - or else I'll just sell him. Is that understood?"

Both dad and me said "Yes, sir", almost simultaneously. I didn't like the idea of having to leave school, but it would be good to work with dad full time - when I'd been helping in the evenings and such I'd seen how tired he was getting, as there was always so much work to do.

We hopped around pulling on our boxer shorts and jeans and Ts, and then our socks and sneakers, and then just stood there. The Colonel was still naked, and he smiled at us. "I really have got some exciting times to look forward to, haven't I?", he mused. And then went on "Right, you two, off you go - back home."

As we walked back towards the forge dad put his arm around me, and said "Sorry, son."

"You could have told me, dad."

"I know, son. But your mom and I thought it best to let you have as normal a childhood as possible. It's not much fun being a slave, even if you've got a good master, like the Colonel, and who knows what the rest of your life is going to bring. Your mother and I thought you ought to enjoy as much as possible when you were still a kid.... And now, well, I guess you're not a kid any more!"

"No, dad... And look, you know I had to fuck you, dad, I didn't want him to hurt you any more...."

"That's OK, Steve, I'm used to it...."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, every now and then, the old Colonel, and then the Colonel.... Well, they fuck me. And sometimes, when he's got a dinner party, I'm the 'after dinner entertainment' for the gentlemen, after the ladies had retired."

"What do you mean, dad?"

"Oh, you know how men like to watch sex - well, instead of just showing a DVD, I have to perform on the dinner table: fuck one of the other slaves, like that young nigga who opened the doors, or one of the big niggas we met in the showers...."

"Is that how they know you, dad? I wondered how you seemed to know them..."

"Yes, Steve. You'll learn that every slave in the house is always cleaned out properly like that as the Colonel doesn't like the smell of shit when you pull out.... But they're nice guys, and they do a good job...."

"Dad, so you've been used like this, all this time..."

"Yes, Steve. But it's not all bad - I've had some good times, to... Met some nice guys.... And I like to use my dick, you know... I may not have had much choice as a slave, but some men would think I'm pretty lucky to have had all this sex with pretty buff guys...."

"But dad - all this other stuff - you and mom, breeding...."

"I told you, Steve. I love your mother, and that's all that matters. It's not unusual for a man and woman to love each other, but for the man to want to enjoy other men too, you know."

"Oh....", he went on, giving me a squeeze to show we were both guys together. "...you don't have to worry about me beating you tomorrow! I reckon you've had enough this week. And it was only natural for a stud like you to fuck the girls at school. But don't tell mom, OK?"

The lights were still on as we reached the door of the tiny house where we all lived, and as we went in, Mom got to her feet and flung her arms around dad. He hugged her and kissed her, and she ran her hands across dad's cropped hair as I'd seen her do so many times before. "Was it all OK....?", she asked anxiously..... "Did the Colonel.....?" Her words hung in the air, and dad just stood there, looking a bit sheepish.

"Mom, it was OK", I cut in. "Yes, he did, mom. He said it's what happened to all slaves once they became a man. But it was OK, mom...."

She came across and hugged me now, and I could see she was crying. "Oh, Steve, I didn't want this to happen to you... Are you sore?"

"No, mom, it's OK, honest. I'm a bit sore, but I'll survive. It's dad you want to worry about - the Colonel only hit me once with the cane to make dad fuck me, but he hit dad four times, before I gave in...."

Mom drew back, and her knuckles went in to her mouth with a look of horror. She turned to dad: "You fucked Steve?"

"Yes. And he fucked me."

"Bastard...", mom shouted, as she almost flew at dad. "Bastard. Fucking Steve..."

Dad just held her with his big strong hands as she flailed away at him. I shouted "Mom, you don't understand.... Dad didn't want to do it. He only did it to stop me getting caned... It was OK, mom...."

Mom seemed to quieten down, and she and dad just stood there. Then dad said quietly "We always knew something like this might happen. You know we've got no real choice. You know how much I hate those occasional visits to the big house... I've always told you what went on, what I had to do, what they do to me.... Well, it's no better, but no worse, for Steve. "

They stood looking at each other for a few more tense moments, then mom put her arms around dad's neck, and they kissed, deeply. I'd always been a bit embarrassed by these displays of affection between my parents, and I kind of looked away. Then dad said "Anyway the good news is that the Colonel is not going to sell Steve, at least for the time being, as he's going to work full time with me in the forge. So I guess we'd better think about turning in, as it's an early start, Steve... Not like when you were off to school..."

I went to say good night, but mom said "You were both caned. You must be sore. Let me put some ointment on..."

"No...", dad said, and I chimed in "No, mom, it's OK...." Dad and I both knew that mom fancied herself as a home nurse, and always wanted to put ointment and salves on wounds and such like.

"Come on, you two! Down with those jeans, and let me take a look...", she said, unperturbed.

"Mom, it's OK..." from me was followed by "He'll be OK" from dad, but mom was having none of it.

"Call yourself men? You're men enough to get caned, and fuck, but not men enough to bare your butts for a bit of ointment! Now, I don't want to hear another word. Both of you - strip now, before I get cross!".

It was so rare to hear mom use a swear word that both dad and I knew mom meant business, and that there was no point in arguing with her. We pushed our jeans and boxers down and she told us to bend over the table. Somehow having to expose myself to mom like this was worse - much worse - than stripping in front of the Colonel! I heard her gasp as she saw the red stripes across our butts, and then she tried to make light of it all. "What a fuss! You men are all the same." She was slapping ointment onto dad's butt now as she went on "Anyone would think I'd never seen this before - and we have been together for seventeen years! And as you, Steve, I'm your mom, remember? I've seen you as as baby, and done far worse that this for you."

We got up then, and both stood there, kind of grinning. "Right, Steve", mom went on, "There seems to be a really disgusting mess in those boxers of yours. We can't have you going to bed with Cliff like that, or he'll suspect something. It's just as well I got on with the washing today.... Here...."

She tossed me a pair of fresh shorts, and I said "Mom, I can't wear these... They're dad's...."

"Really, Steve! You men are so ridiculous! Goodness knows what you and your father have done to each other tonight, and, I dare say you will have to do again in the future - and you're worrying about wearing a clean pair of his shorts that I've washed?"

It was only then that it really struck home to me that as a slave I might now have to do all that stuff again with dad. But even as I thought this, mom took hold of my arm as I pulled my shorts on and said, almost fiercely "Now, Steve, you are not to tell Cliff or the others about this. Your father and I have kept the secret all these years, and Cliff still has two more years before he's sixteen. He deserves to have his childhood, too - as do your other brothers and sisters. It had better be like Santa Claus - something the kids all believe in, whereas all the adults have a conspiracy of silence, so as not to spoil it. OK?"

"Yes, mom."

"You'd better remember it, Steve! You and your father may have to do things together, and you may get caned again, or worse! But it will be as nothing to what I'll do to you if you spoil it for the others!"

She gave me a broad wink as she said this so I knew things were OK, and I went to climb the stairs to bed.

Then I wondered when dad was going to start making sure they produced another kid, as the Colonel had ordered. And the thought of dad's dick, rock solid, pumping cum, was too much for me and I had to turn hurriedly so that they wouldn't see the way the front of my boxers was tenting out.

End Of Part Three