Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 8

"Mr. Rutledge, Greg Forester here."

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you might be able to have lunch with me today, it seems we need to discuss a situation involving my grandson and your son Bobby."

"Have they gotten in some type of trouble?"

"I'd rather discuss this in private and not over the phone if you don't mind.  Would it be possible for you to come to my office at about 12:15 today?

"I believe so, I appreciate the offer.  I'll see you then."

"Good bye, till then."

Greg pressed down on the switch hook and lifting it dialed another number."

"Ted"

"Yes Mr. Forester, how may I help you sir?"

"I'd like for you to dig up anything you can on that freshman football coach the boys were with.  Could you have that ready for us this evening after dinner?"

"Certainly sir, would there be anything else Sir?"

"No, that will do for now, see you at dinner."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir.  See you then Sir."

Greg returned to the reports in front of him.  The medical manufacturing supply company was exceeding all expectation. It seems word leaked out concerning their development of an implantable monitor/alarm device for blood alcohol levels. Doctors and facilities all over were requesting information and then ordering the devices as fast as production could get them through their final inspection and certify them for shipment.  Stock prices were going through the roof.  The controlling interest owned by Craig, Greg and now their two sons was multiplying their net worth daily.

Their lawyers had found a way to even more legitimize the training organization and it had been classified as an accredited alcohol rehab center.  Of course, the accrediting committee was not privy to all the facets of the operation. What had been set up as the rehab division met all the guidelines the committee had wanted.  Now with paying clients the entire operation was actually turning a profit. Word was spreading through the enforcement community and referrals were very good.  Several hundred individuals had been through the program and managed to be merged back into society.

Less than a hundred had been deemed to receive the more severe treatments and only about twenty had been shipped to Dahra.  Reception in Dahra had been overwhelming, when a slave was shipped, he was sold without any hesitation and brought top dollar.  It seems the various buyers in Dahra appreciated the program, advised by their own "Retrainer", that no one had any qualms about buying one of the slaves. In fact it seems the selling houses could only keep everyone satisfied by setting up lists with the prospective buyers and offered each slave as they became available to the next name of the list.  Before the lists had been agreed upon there were threats of violence between some buyers.

"Mr. Forester, Don Rutledge is here to see you, shall I bring him to your office?"

"Yes if you would please, by the way has the luncheon I ordered arrived?  If so please bring it as well if you would be so kind."

"Certainly sir, right away."

"Hello Don, glad to see you again, though it has been a while I do believe, have a seat. While we are talking we can go ahead and have our lunch.  I hope you will enjoy it I took the liberty of ordering for both of us.  I seem to remember hearing Bobby saying you always liked a Chef Salad, but I didn't know what type of dressing so I had them send a few different choices.  Take your pick."

"Well, quite the host and some memory, I didn't know my son discussed my culinary preferences with you.  Thanks, this looks great, just what I would have ordered had I been asked.  Now what exactly is our problem that we need to discuss in private?" said Don.

"Before I get into that I'd like to ask a question or two if you don't mind.  Are you aware of the boys' activities together besides school and extra curricular activities?

The more personal activities?"

"Yes I believe I am aware of what you are referring to.  I've looked the other way attributing it to normal "boys will be boys" and explore sexuality together. Hell I did some of the same myself growing up, but they do seem a little more serious, is there something I should be more concerned with?"

"First another question, you know Bobby would never be brought to any harm while in our care don't you?"

"Of course, I feel the same way when Evan and now Jimmy come to my home.  There is no way I would allow anything to happen to the boys, I feel as if all of them are my own sons and I know all of the men in your house feel the same way. I was surprised when Bobby first told me of the information he gained while at your house but since then I have tried to get across that he could ask me any of the questions as well and I would answer them."

"I'm glad you feel that way. It seems the boys have carried things a little too far."

"Oh, and how is that?"

"They have become involved with the freshman football coach. From what I understand they caught him in a rather comprising position and since have blackmailed him into continuing a sexual relationship with them.  When Jimmy was brought into the picture things got a little ugly and the boys, without asking for consent, decided to rather viciously paddle the coach.  He really does not object to the play but the boys need to learn that without consent they were totally in the wrong."

"Oh Gawd, You say he does not object.  With everything I can presume he is not planning on trying to bring any charges?"

"Of course not, it could mean his job if things were to be found out.  That is why the boys thought it was such a great idea; they knew he couldn't have any recourse.  But, as parents at what ever level Phil, Craig, James and I feel that we should put a stop to such thought right now, before they do something they would regret for the rest of their lives."

"I haven't had to actually spank Bobby that I can remember, but right now I think I'd like to get a hold of him and tan his hide."

"Basically we feel very much the same but we have an idea that we think would make a much more lasting impression."

"And it is?"

"From what Phil tells me, let me ask you one more question. Are you aware of BDSM and do have an aversion to it?"

"That could be pretty strong for the boys but no, I don't have an aversion to it, why?"

"To be honest, the men in our house are all into it.  We have never let the boys know about it, but, we believe that an "appetizer" might be just the right measure to straighten the boys out.  After all that is what they inflicted on the coach and turn about is fair play."

"Wow, I'd never guess, but I have to make a confession.  If I disagreed I'd be a hypocrite since I also enjoy that particular scene.  I just don't get to get into it very often, I don't know how you guys can with Evan and now Jimmy around."

"You see that's part of the problem, I believe, Jimmy was aware that James was somewhat interested in it before they came to live with us.  They had practiced a little on a mild scale between them.  That's what I think led to the situation with the coach.  Personally, the play together I'm OK with, just wish it wasn't at school.  When they tried to use blackmail, we feel they crossed the line, and for that we need to step in and re-adjust some attitudes.  Are you interested in joining with us and between all of us we'll put a scare into all three boys that should turn things around?"

"Count me in; I'll hide my anger until then.  Do you have any plans yet?  I get the feeling you already know about what you want to do.  Since I have always trusted your judgment before, there is no reason to change now.  I'm game to go along if you feel it will take care of the situation."

"Fine, can I give you a call later in the week to give you the particulars?" asked Greg.

"Sure, I wouldn't want you to go into any more particulars today or I'll be spending all afternoon in the executive washroom and not get anything done."

"Good I'll call and thanks for joining me for lunch," said Greg as he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Enjoyed it, talk to you later."

As Don left the office Greg dialed the phone. "Phil, you were right on the money, Don is all for the idea.  Play our cards right and I think we have another guest for our playtimes.  Be sure Bill gets in the equipment we need and I think I'll have you call the coach tomorrow and get him on board.  You will need to be careful as you approach him.  We don't want to get him all scared, emphasize how we are on his side and the boys need this to insure no future problems.  By the way, I asked Ted to complete a dossier on the coach and have it ready for us after dinner.  Let's be careful though that we don't say anything in front of the boys that they could get any hint of what's going on."

"Sure Dad, I don't see any problem.  The way I see it the coach will be shaking so bad when he finds out we know what has been going on that he'll be all too eager to listen to what I have to say and then overjoyed that his ass isn't what we are after. At least not in the way he might think and not right now."

"Good see you at dinner."

"Bye dad till then"

The week seemed to fly by.  Friday Ted picked up the boys after practice and brought them home as normal.   Right away the three hit the books so they could get any homework out of the way.  Rules of the house dictated that before the week-end began homework would be done and checked.  It was only on rare occasions, when the homework was really heavy, that it didn't get completed before Friday dinner.  As usual all three had merrily finished their assignments and presented them for inspection to Phil and James just before being called to dinner.

As the ten men sat around the dinner table conversations abounded.  George, Craig and Greg were listening to the boys as they explained the latest moves being taught in their football practices to Phil and James as Bill and Ted also followed the conversation.  Bill often commented on some of the training methods, and Jimmy loved to explain the different things the JV team was doing.

At a lull in the conversation Bill turned to the boys and asked, "Are we all still on for our weekly training session tonight?"

"YES SIR!" responded the boys in unison.  Each of them treasured the once a week sessions with Bill.  He always spent time with them individually, praising their gains, feeding their egos, sharpening each exercise so that it did just that extra bit for them.  In their eyes he was a hero. If they could become half as built as Bill they would be overjoyed.  He was more than a fitness god to them, he was the ultimate.

"Good, I have something special for you this evening so I want you to report to me in the foyer tonight after changing."

"What ever you say Bill, just give us a few minutes and we'll be right back down," said Evan speaking for the three of them as they all rushed up and towards the stairs to the West wing and their rooms.

"Give me a few minutes to get them out of the locker room and into the playroom and then the rest of you guys can be waiting to come in on queue.  Are Don and the coach here?" asked Bill.

"They arrived an hour ago and have had a leisurely dinner although I think they are more nervous than anyone else, "said Craig.

When the boys reassembled in the foyer Bill was waiting for them.  Their excitement abounding as they followed Bill towards the East wing.  They normally didn't enter the East wing.  They had been told there were a number of offices and areas in the wing used by the company and with their living quarters and any thing they needed, as well as the connection to the pool and the normal gym in the West wing, they didn't venture there.  Since they were going to be working out with Bill, Rainbow had been put out into an exercise area where he could run off some energy as well.  As Rainbow had gotten older he wasn't quite as quick to keep up with the boys and though he still stuck by them whenever possible he seemed to appreciate some time to himself even when they were around.

Bill opened a door for them and they all followed in seeing a locker type set-up.  Bill told them that the program would be different tonight so they could remove all but their jocks and gym shorts, anything else they could put into a locker.  Without hesitation each removed their sneakers and socks.  Standing they pulled their tees over their heads and shucked them into the locker nearest them.

Following Bill they entered the other room. Two opposite walls were covered with mirror. The other walls were covered with cabinet doors.  In the middle of the room was a tall frame, a good seven foot high, divided into three five foot wide sections.  A control panel was attached at one end with a series of switches.

In front of one of the mirrored walls was a large mat covering part of the floor.

Knowing that Bill usually started with a series of calisthenics they went straight towards the mat to await instructions.

"I want the usual progression for warm up, sit-ups, push-ups, lunges, crunches, then squats, twenty five of each then repeat three more times for a total of a hundred. Do them together in cadence, Evan can start off calling them then Bobby then Jimmy for each set then back to Evan for the final set.  When you complete that Bobby yell start and I'll begin the fifteen minute clock for you to time running in place.  Keep those knees high on every step.  Ready Evan begin."

"And one and two and three and."  Evan counted off.

Soon Bobby took over as they began their second set.

Followed by Jimmy for the third and then back to Evan for the final set.  As soon as they had completed the final set each in standing position, Bobby yelled "Start".  Bill started the timer as each began to run in step, in place. Fifteen minutes soon passed and the three fell to the floor, their bodies glistening with a covering of sweat and glowing with the pump just experienced.

"Up and over here, now, no one said to sit!" barked Bill.

Surprised by the tone of voice the boys looked questioningly at each other as they scrambled back on their feet and in front of Bill.

As he handed each boy a pair of odd looking boots he explained that this were gravity boots that would allow them to hang inverted and continue with the next set of exercises.

He assisted each of them as they put on the boots and he checked to see that they were properly fastened before he lifted each to do a chin-up on the frame and then lifting their legs assisted them in hooking the boots over the top of the frame.  In a matter of minutes all three were hanging from the bars wondering what was next.

Bill stepped over to the control panel and flipped one of the switches.  They heard a clink of metal as a special hook came over the connection with their boots and locked them in place on the top of the frame. "That will insure that no one falls because of a boot coming off the frame," explained Bill.

He then turned and opened a cabinet.  Pulling out what appeared to be a ping-pong paddle he moved into position in front of the boys.  As they looked up at him they could see themselves clearly in the mirror as well as a reflection that revealed their backside.

"You are each going to do ten sit-ups in the inverted position.  You will find them more difficult than ever before due to your position.  You will keep your fingers touching the side of your neck with your elbows out to the side.  I don't want the fingers behind the neck as that can cause a strain.  You will complete the exercise through the contraction of your abs.  If you stop at any time before the ten have been completed you will feel this paddle on your rear.  The difficultly necessitates a little extra enticement shall we say, to complete the task."

The boys couldn't believe what they were hearing.  Never before had anyone in the house even intimated that they would be struck with anything.

"Since they are three of you and we don't have all night I believe I'll request a little assistance.  Gentlemen!"

The door opened and in walked their fathers.

"Dad?" chimed all three as they saw their fathers stand abreast of each other attired in extremely short and tight leather shorts and leather harnesses.  The black of the leather offset by the bright shine of the metal rings located over the nipples, in the center of the chest one band running around just under the rib cage and one of the straps of leather running down into the top of the shorts.

In the mirror they could see the rings fastening the harness across the back with a strap encircling the outer edge of their buttocks and rising out close to the side of the shorts where it connected to the band just under the rib cage and then up over the shoulders. Binding each bicep was another leather band.

Bill handed his paddle to Phil as James and Don reached into the cabinet and withdrew a paddle each.  The three men took position behind their respective son.  The look on each of the boys was beyond explanation as they looked first at their fathers' stern facial expression then over their body to the paddle in hand.

"Remember the rules, ten sit-ups, if you stop for any reason before they are complete your father will start to paddle you at thirty second intervals until you begin to move again or finish the ten.  They will keep count and tell you when you can stop. Ready, begin!"

The first few weren't really a problem and one could hear the fathers counting off as their son managed to touch his knees with his nose.  After about five apiece things started to change.  Each of the boys began to feel a little cramping begin in their stomachs and as each tried to slow their pace the paddling began.

"Ouch Dad," yelled Evan as the second swat hit his bottom.

Phil soon called out six as Evan managed to get his body into the proper position and started back down.

"Ow damnit," yelled Jimmy as Don connected with his backside as he slowed after number seven.  Without delay the paddle swung again as Don warned him about the language.

"Owwwww," screeched Bobby as the paddle found its way to his virgin ass when he delayed after number five.

Swats were to be heard sporadically as the three worked their way to the tenth sit-up.  Each gave out a loud sigh of relief as their father announced they could stop.

As they hung there the door again opened and Greg, Craig and George entered the room similarly clad as the boys' fathers. Greg took a position just in front and to the side of the boys as Bill moved towards the control panel.  George reached into another cabinet and pulled out six cuffs attached to chains.  As each father took a pair they wrapped one around each of the boy's wrists and fastened the chain to a hook in the base of the frame.

When the final connection was finished Bill flipped another switch and the boots and cuffs began to move along the frames towards the outside edges spreading both their arms and legs, forcing their body into an X position.  As the unit sensed resistance due to the length of their arms and legs, it came to a halt and locked into position.  Each extremity was being held with just enough tension to be very uncomfortable and restrict any movement, but not enough to cause any damage to their joints. In such a position it was impossible for the boys to flex any muscles. 

"All three of you have committed a grave error.  In your lust you have disrespected your coach and attempted to blackmail him.  You thought the fact that he could not afford to reveal this injustice protected you from punishment.  The law will not harm you this time, but should you ever try the same tactics in the future it may reach out and take its vengeance.  What you have done is morally wrong.  As your fathers and grandfathers it is our responsibility through our love to each of you to insure that you will never again make this mistake. It is our duty to provide such punishment for your crime that you will be deterred from ever considering its commission again. This punishment is not for its own sake but a directive from our love to guide you through your life.  Since you have acted with the immaturity of a child and committed an adult crime you will be given the appearance of a child and then punished with the severity due men.  It is our hope that in the end you will each realize your error," said Greg as he nodded to the three fathers.

Each stepped forward and in quick motion slashed through both the gym shorts and jocks with a pocket knife in one hand as the other hand grabbed the pieces of material and ripped them from their bodies. Their ass cheeks were separated and all was on display, from their anus to their perineum to their balls and cocks. 

Though the three were used to being nude not only with each other, but in front of their elders, it was completely different to have their garments ripped away in such a manner.  Their faces had already turned red from the exertion of the exercises and being held inverted, but this humiliation brought another darker crimson wave to cover their chests, encircle their necks and cross over their faces.  Tears increased as the shame washed over them.

Only adding to their shame was the realization they were each now being approached from the front by their father holding a can of shaving cream in one hand along with a razor.  The cream was applied and then without hesitation the razor removed every hair of their pubes.  Moving their dicks as needed the scrotums next fell prey to the razor and soon each was as smooth as they had been prior to puberty.

Tears continued to fall as the precious sign of manhood was cleaned from their body.  Towels quickly removed the last of any residue.

"As you each played your own part in committing this injustice against your coach it is only fitting that your coach be a witness to your correction.  When he enters you shall each apologize and ask for his forgiveness. We will then proceed.  Coach!" continued Greg.

"Coach Sir, please accept my apology sir, "stated Evan as the coach entered the room dressed only in a similar leather pair of shorts.

"Very well I will consider your request," replied coach.

"Please Sir, also accept my apology I regret my actions" said Bobby between his tears.

"I will also consider your request," said coach.

Several moments of silence were heard and then the crash of a paddle and Jimmy's scream.

"I believe you have something to say," prompted James.

"I didn't have anything to do with the blackmail why should I apologize?" replied Jimmy with a note of sarcasm.

"SMACK!"

"Because, in your actions you utilized the blackmail to force coach into a version of sadism without his consent. This crime is as serious as the blackmail.  The first thing one must learn if they wish to play with another person is that mutual consent must be present before any play can commence.  Otherwise it is not play but punishment.  There is a fine line and at times, such as now, your consent is not required as this is punishment, it is not intended to be erotic play.  The purpose is to teach not to pleasure," explained Craig.

As Jimmy remained silent contemplating what he had just heard his silence was of too long a duration.

"SMACK!"

Brought back to his senses he quickly said," I am sorry Sir, please forgive me Sir."

"I will consider your request as well," stated the coach.

The fathers went towards the cabinet and returned the ping-pong paddles.  A look of relief crossed the faces of the boys thinking all was being forgiven.  As the men stepped away from the first cabinet they opened the second door.  As the new paddles were removed the expression on the faces of the boys rapidly returned to one of sorrow.  In each fathers' hands lie a wooden paddle approx. twenty-eight inches in length, four inches in width and a good inch or more thick.  Holes about three-quarters of an inch in diameter had been drilled in numerous places on the contact end of the darkly finished hardwood.  The handle was wound with leather strapping providing a cushion to the hand applying the force.  This paddle was going to hurt more than anything they had felt before.

Taking their position behind their sons, they stood at ease as Greg continued with his instructions.

"As you receive each stroke you will count them off in the same manner I believe you instructed the coach.  The proper response will be the count followed by Sir, followed by thank you Sir then a request for another Sir.  Just as you dictated with coach, if you do not count off properly you will begin again at one.  I understand that you gave the coach about twenty-five actual strokes since you restarted a few times due to no error on his part but indecision on your part as to his proper response.  You will each receive thirty properly counted strokes.  If you screw up they will start again until thirty properly counted strokes have been administered.  Should you pass out you will be brought to before continuing.  You should pray that your counting shall have been done correctly first or you will start again.

Evan you shall be first.  Phil begin."

"SMACK!"

As the paddle hit Evan felt a fire light across the center of his buttocks.  Hot white flashes burst in front of his eyes.  The air was forced out of his lungs leaving him speechless.

"Since you didn't follow your instructions we will start again.  The only stroke that will count is properly counted consecutive ones," said Greg in a deep, steady menacing but factual voice.

"SMACK!"

The impact was just as great as the previous time, perhaps even worse but Evan managed to respond timidly, "One Sir, Thank you Sir may I have another Sir?"

"SMACK!"

"Two Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another?"

"SMACK!"

"Three Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another?" cried Evan. As each subsequent blow made impact the explosion seemed to become greater and greater within his ass and before his eyes.  The pain was emanating from his rear to all other parts of his body. After the twentieth blow he managed to respond as directed but as the last words crossed his lips he passed out.  When he had passed the fifteenth blow his counting had been delayed each time forward by a scream before he could repeat the required phrase.  His throat burnt, his voice losing more and more of its strength.

He awoke to find himself dripping but he found precious cold water in his mouth and quickly forced himself to swallow easing just a little of the pain in his throat.  His next blow landed and he remembered the correct count of twenty-one.  Each and every blow was being etched into his mind in indelible ink, he felt if he lived through this he would never forget what had happened.

It was with great relief that he realized he had made it to thirty.  Pain racked throughout his body but he had made it. Where his nerves not exploding within him he would have almost wanted to celebrate.

"Bobby it is your turn," said Greg as Don stepped into position behind his son.

"SMACK!"

Bobby too was overwhelmed as had been Evan, the shock removed all thought from his mind as his full attention was directed to the fireworks going off within him. He soon was reminded of his error as his mind finally allowed comprehension of what he was being told.

"SMACK!"

"One sir, another sir?"

"You're not appreciative of your correction son?" said Don.

"Start your count over!"

"SMACK!"

"One Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?"

"Good, that's the proper response," said Don.

"SMACK!"

"Two Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?"

When Bobby counted out his fourteenth blow he too blacked out. As had happened with Evan he was awoke with a bucket of cold water thrown over his body, shocking him back to consciousness.  Fortunately he, as well, had managed to catch some water in his throat and swallowed it to ease the pain in his sore dry throat.

As each blow fell he continued to count, passing out once more before he got to thirty, but managing to get out the proper response before blacking out.

He too hardly could manage a sigh of relief when he realized that he had made the thirty.

"Now for Jimmy," announced Greg.

James raised the paddle into the air and "whoosh" it flew through the air and "SMACK!" it connected.

"One Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?" spoke Jimmy carefully without hesitation.

"SMACK!"

"Two Sir, Thank you Sir, may I have another?'

Each blow was followed by the proper response carefully enunciated.  Jimmy had counted like this before as he played with his father.  These blows were harder than he had previously experienced but he was a year older than the other two.  He had to take it better than they could.

As James readied for the tenth stroke he stepped back a step and raising the paddle in the air he added a step forward before delivering the blow. The resultant sound was more like a shot being fired from a gun.  The impact hit Jimmy like no other blow had.  He felt as if he had just collided with a Mack Truck.  The air in his lungs exploded, all the colors of the rainbow blocked his vision. The fire in his ass had kicked from a camp fire to a blazing inferno.  He was left speechless.

"You'll start over with the count" the dreaded words etched into his brain the second his father spoke them.

Taking a step back again James began to deliver each blow in the more forceful manner.  Jimmy managed to respond to each and every blow but he to succumbed to unconsciousness after the twenty-fifth blow and had to be resuscitated, waking up to find himself dripping he quickly found his mental position and fortunately for him was able to continue the count properly to thirty.

"Since your second crime against the coach was one of not seeking consent it is only right that the coach be allowed to return the favor.  He will now have the opportunity to do as he wishes without gaining your consent to get this important lesson implanted in your brains."

Coach walked to a cabinet and pulled out a tawse.  The boys had never seen such an instrument before.  A nine or ten inch handle wrapped in leather with a number of leather strips attached to one end of the handle.  Each strip had a cut at an angle about an inch or so before its end.

Taking his position in front of Evan he began to flick his wrist.  The straps bit at the tender flesh in Evan's genital area.  Each place a strip touched felt as if a bee were stinging him.  The overall experience was as if a swarm of yellow jackets were attacking and mercilessly stinging him over and over in hundreds of places.  Though it was only a matter of a few minutes the agony had seemed to last an eternity.  Coach stepped back and looked at his handy work.

Looking up towards Craig he received a nod of approval as he stepped over in front of Bobby.

The same treatment again was meted out as screams came from somewhere deep within Bobby.  In due time coach again stepped back and viewed his victim's condition.

Moving in front of Jimmy he had just a few words for Jimmy before he began his assault, "Since the paddling I received without consent was on your instigation you will receive a greater amount of time to learn the ways of the tawse."

Without any further delay he began to work on Jimmy.  Scream after scream emanated till Jimmy was so hoarse the final sounds were barely audible.  Coach then stepped back then turned and returned the tawse to its storage location.

Each of the fathers stepped forward and with a special antiseptic and anesthetic cream began to massage gingerly their son's ass cheeks.  After the initial shock of the cream and the touch of their father's hands the pain started to subside and they each began to moan as the pain in their body was lessening and a sense of pleasure started to flood over them.

Coach returned in front of Evan and kneeling down leaned forward and began to lovingly suckle Evan's dick.  The moans grew as Evan was overloaded with the sensations caused by the coach and his father.  As his father carefully worked some of the cream into his anus a finger pushed through and contacted his prostate.  A jolt coursed through his body and in a bold but begging voice he implored his father to ram him, fuck him, pound his ass with his cock.

It did not go unnoticed that everyone in the room was experiencing an erection.  Before coach had touched Evan, his cock had stood at full mast, hard as steel, the same could be seen with Bobby and Jimmy.  The other men in the room were becoming very uncomfortable in the constraint of their leather shorts.  Almost in unison all the men cast off

their shorts and threw them in a pile near the door.

No sooner had Evan made his request was it followed by similar requests from Bobby and Jimmy.  Coach had tossed his shorts aside and as he swallowed Evans cock down his throat Evan managed to engulf the coach's cock as it stood proud before him.

Not wanting to neglect either of the other boys, coach moved away to service back and forth between each of his charges. Each boy came closer and closer to reaching an orgasm. Between the actions of their fathers gently and lovingly long-dicking them and the coach performing his magic on their cocks, more and more of the pain was turning into pleasure and they were getting closer and closer to that peak.

Bill and George had paired as had Greg and Craig.  Every one in the room was on their own trip towards ecstasy.  Coach was again working on Evan when they both exploded.  Coach had his mouth and throat filled with that sweet cream he so desired.  Evan in his inverted position found it impossible to swallow all the offering given to him by coach.  Coach looked down and seeing the creamy ambrosia running over Evan's face, he leaned further down and began to kiss and lick his face, cleaning up all signs of his cream. Exchanging tongues, Evan and coach managed to swallow any cream they had found.

Bobby and his father Don were climaxing together.  As Don unloaded into Bobby, Bobby was shooting across the floor in front of him.  Volley after volley spewed forth as the trajectory went from almost eight feet down to just a foot or so in front of him.

Jimmy had held off on his own orgasm and as soon as James had erupted into Jimmy he pulled off and sank to his knees in front of his son swallowing him in one swift gulp pushing Jimmy over the edge.  Shot after shot assaulted the back of his father's throat as Jimmy unloaded releasing all of his tensions, convulsing in the waves of pleasure that consumed every fiber of his being.

Having also just climaxed Bill reversed the switches allowing Evan, Bobby and Jimmy to be released.  Assisting Don they carefully detached the boots from the top of the frame after releasing the cuffs from the wrists. While Don cradled Bobby in his arms Bill removed the boots from his feet.  Craig gave similar assist to James as Jimmy was removed from his restraints. Likewise Greg assisted in the release of Evan. George and coach put away any stray items and grabbing a few towels cleaned up any remaining fluids.

The group of men moved into the communal shower and each of the boys were showered by their father and grandfather or in Bobby's case by his father and Bill.  George and coach cleansed each other.   Each received a gentle massage of their body, shampooing of their hair, a loving rinse, then they were wrapped in a large fluffy towel to dry.  Another application of cream to the affected areas and their fathers carried them out of the room and across into the East wing to the fathers' bedroom.  Don had been settled in one of the guest rooms for the week-end. Before being tucked in for the night each was given a large glass of fluid to replace all the fluids lost over the evening.  As soon as their heads touched the pillow they fell fast asleep.

The men felt comfortable in leaving them for a short time and gathered in the study to enjoy a nightcap.  In their ensuing conversation it was expressed that the fathers did not have a problem with the coach's continuing relationship with the boys but it would not be under any form of duress for anyone and it was actually preferred that anything taking place would occur at the mansion and not in the school.

Coach also revealed that he was attracted to all ages of men and was really turned on by all the men he had been with this evening.  Bill had extended an invitation for coach to spend the night with him.  Greg Craig and George all agreed that they were wound up to the point that it was going to take a bit more before any of them could sleep tonight so they would adjourn to Craig's room.  James, Phil and Don would each return to their respective rooms and watch over their sons through the night.

As the sun made it way into each of the rooms the following morning the boys continued to sleep.  They usually did sleep in to a certain degree on Saturday anyway but after the events of the night before it was very understandable that it would be awhile before they would be out of bed, if at all today.

Each of the men got up went through their normal morning routines, put on just a robe and met for breakfast.  The long forgotten use of the security system as monitors was put into play and the men kept a watchful eye and ear out for any stirring of the boys.

As one o'clock in the afternoon approached the men decided that it was time for the boys to we woken up.

Each returned to their room and discarding their robes, pulled away the bedding covering their son.  Each of the boys had slept on their stomachs due to the pain in their backsides.  With a gentle motion each father made another application of the special cream. Then slowly and carefully they managed to roll them over on their backs.  Positioning themselves between their son's legs they began to lick around the genital area working their way towards their son's dick.  As the expected erection occurred they gently captured the straining dick in their mouth and began to service it.  Within moments each boy woke to find their dad in an unexpected position.  The waves of pleasure and the height of their excitement without fail brought about a rapid orgasm.  Each man swallowed their son's offering and gently suckled until their son was dry and writhing in the aftershock of intense feelings.  The insistence of their bladders required each to request assistance to the toilet. After a brief but refreshing shower together and another application of cream the six dressed in silk caftans that felt soft against the skin and flowed from there shoulders to just below their knees.

The three continued to experience discomfort for a few days but considering the relationship that had begun with their fathers they couldn't have been happier.  They definitely understood the "error of their ways" as the saying goes, and set about to make amends.

Before the weekend was over arrangements had been discussed and agreed upon that brought Don around more often, as well as a regular schedule for coach.  It seems his family was some distance away, actually back East, and he was staying in an apartment he could just barely afford.  Common sense soon dictated that it would be better for him to join the other men in the mansion.  He could see the boys in a safer environment, spend some time with Bill and certainly do better financially as well as being able to enjoy much better accommodations. It was certainly a win-win situation.

About mid-week Phil managed to pull Jimmy and Evan aside for a private conversation.

"Jimmy, do you still think you dad would like to have the piercings?"

"Oh yeah we were talking about them last night and he still says he doesn't want me to have them till I'm out of high school but though he'd like to have them he'll wait till I can."

"And you still feel the same way that he doesn't need to wait for you? You have no problem if he gets them before you?"

"Not at all, I think the rest of you guys are really hot. That's why I want them, same as you guys, but I understand it could be a problem in high school.  Once I would be in college it wouldn't matter."

"Dad, I feel the same way, I'd like to have them too, but I agree maybe not in high school. It could be asking for trouble.  But if James does get them, can I participate as well?" asked Evan.

"That's why I'm having this conversation with you.  Craig and Dad where asking me if we wanted to set up a surprise ringing for James this Saturday evening. I told them I would check with you and Don to see if he wanted to join us."

"Dad, Bobby and I were talking and it seems that Don is interested in the same thing.  If you are planning the type of ceremony I think you are, do we want Don to see it before it would happen to him or do you think I should check with Bobby and see if we could set up Don at the same time?"

"Smart thinking, remember what we said about things being consensual?"

Each boy gingerly placed their hands over their rears as they said in unison, "Yes Sir, no other way Sir." Then they bowed their heads in a sign of submission.

"I'm glad you remembered.  Even though they will not know all that would be happening to them, they would be asked before anything is done if they are agreeable to the ceremony and initiation involved in being ringed.  If they agree, we will continue if they do not agree, then everything stops. You know though, by being allowed to attend this we will have to work out something different when your time does come?"

"I hadn't thought about that but I feel it is important for me to share whatever happens with Dad when he goes through it," said Jimmy.

"If Don does go through it I presume Bobby will want to attend? So the same thing will apply to him should he ever decide he wants to be ringed as well."

"I think he'll understand that, just as we do Dad."

"OK then, talk to Bobby and let me know and I'll talk to Craig and Dad and see what they want to do."

To be continued...

Posted: 08/27/10