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Hard As Nails: Ch 16 -- Monday. Monday
Monday morning a sense of normalcy was settling over the Reed-Walls homestead. Farm Boy arose at 5:30 and ran his five-mile course in just his bright yellow trainers and running shorts. Upon his return, he stripped by the pool and swam two laps before showering outside. He entered the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee for his Chief and himself before taking them both upstairs. He placed Sean's cup on his nightstand and took a seat in the dressing area so he could watch his lover sleep. Finishing his coffee, Clay chose a pair of jeans, a brown leather belt with his 4-H Silver buckle from the DeSoto County Fair, his Bulldog Head Coach polo, and a pair of brown leather flip-flops. Going downstairs to the office he grabbed his wallet, cellphone, and truck keys before heading to the high school.
Andrea thought she heard a car start but she just snuggled up closer not Alex and returned to sleep. In the Salon, both Vic and Gitte were still asleep. They had made a shopping list of things they wanted to pick up for school and the wedding. Of the four boys, only Gunnar was awake. He had thought about running with his father at 5:30 but decided to use his time to jackoff before the busy day of shopping.
Gun had awakened at 5:15 with his morning wood hard as nails. He was surprised that not only did he think about Bill Martin and his red hair but also of blue-eyed Connor Mack, and the blond Bud Harris. He imagined them each nude taking turns sucking on his nipples, nuts, and cock. He fantasied about lining them up with their buts in the air and fucking each a few thrusts before moving on to the next one until he finally would blast a load of cum over the three bottoms' backs. That's when he blew his load which was so strong some of it hit the headboard as well as landed in his strawberry blond hair.
Across Desoto County that morning five teens were thinking about Gunnar. Three were boys and two were girls. The two girls had seen him at the registration tent at the high school. Like him, they were both freshmen and they each imagined hooking up with one of the sons from one of the wealthiest and oldest families in the county. The three boys were more explicit in their fantasies.
Bill Martin knew he wasn't allowed to jack off. He had made the promise willingly, but his cock was rock hard as he lay on his bed. He pulled a small lock box from under his bed and entered the combination on the dial. Flipping up the lid he pulled out a tube of KY and a 6-inch dildo. Laying on his side he put the lube on his fingers and probed his asshole making sure he spread the KY evenly. He then smeared some on the head of the dildo, placed it at the opening of his bussy, and pushed it in. His body shuddered at the welcome invasion. He began imagining the tiny latex cock as being Gunnar's fingers opening and readying his hole for the monster that hung between the teen's legs. He felt the dildo graze his prostate and he moaned as his cock began leaking copious amounts of precum forming a puddle on the bed. Repeatedly Bill pulled the dildo out and pushed it back targeting his prostate. He used the fingers of his other hand to tease his nipples. He even sucked on them as he wished he could suck on Gunnar's fingers, nipples, balls, ass, and cock. His breathing became ragged, and he felt his cock and ass spasm as his load erupted hands-free from his useless penis and puddled on the sheets of his bed. Bill quickly knelt and licked up the semen savoring the saltiness of his seed.
Connor shared his bedroom with his older brother Tyler. Both brothers were used to the other jacking off in bed. They never spoke about it, but if Tyler started to jackoff Connor would too, and vice versa. This morning it was Connor who had started flogging his 6 ½ -inch cut cock. He had kicked off his cover and sheet and was wanking away thinking about sucking off the yet unseen dick in Gunnar Reed's swimsuit. He imagined giving little nipple kisses around its glans and probing the piss slit. Moves he had learned from Bill Martin. He used his other hand to play with his nipples and balls Every so often he would probe his ass lips without penetrating his rectum.
Tyler awoke to his brother's frenzied movements above him. He thought, "Horny little shit. He jacked off last night before he went to sleep and now again this morning. I wonder who he's imagining fucking?" He began imagining his jock brother bonking one of the cheerleaders. His bubble ass bouncing between their spread cheeks. He also imagined himself doing a double fuck with the same cheerleader, fucking her in the ass while his brother did her pussy. He wondered how it would feel to have their two cocks rubbing against each other separated only by the membranes of the rectum and the vagina. His hand beat his 7 1/4 inch cut and thick cock relentlessly.
Both brothers could now hear the other wanking. Their breathing became heavy and more ragged. Their imaginations went into overdrive thinking about their fantasies until Tyler shot his load onto his 6 pack and chest. The smell of his cum filled Connor's nostrils and with that added stimulation he shuddered as 6 ropes of cum spurted from his dick and landed on his chin and pecs. Both brothers lay in their bunk letting their orgasms wash over them as their dicks returned slowly to their flaccid state.
Bud Harris rolled over in his bed at his home just north of the city limits. He could hear the roosters crowing outside. He thought about Gunnar Reed and his cousin Rich Harris who had visited them from California for three weeks over the summer. He was there from the middle of June until just after the 4th of July. He had shared his bedroom and bed with him the entire three weeks and on the very first night Rich had sucked him off. His very first experience of oral sex. The second night he had returned the favor and over those three weeks, Bud and Rich had sucked and fucked each other every night. During the days as they rode horses around the ranch, they would strip and swim in the lake before and after additional sexual exploits. He wondered about fooling around with Gunnar when he recalled the happenings of the last week of Rich's visit.
Rich was just 7 months older than his cousin. His experiences in California had opened his eyes to boy sex 2 years earlier when a teacher at his private school asked to blow him. He had insisted that if the teacher did, he would have to give him an A in his class. The teacher agreed. Rich learned how to dominate the adult. Telling him how to dress, style his hair, and eventually having to pay Rich for even a quick glimpse of the boy's private parts.
Bud recalled what his cousin had shared with him the night before he returned to California with the instructions not to let on to his dad. Just about a week before Rich was to return home to his family, the two boys were stripping down by the lake when Bud's dad rode up on his horse. "Hey Pa!' Bud called. "Want to join us for a swim?"
`Yeah, Uncle Paul, come join us?" Rich added.
"Don't mind if I do. Damn hot today," Paul commented as he dismounted. He shucked off his boots, socks, jeans, shirt, and hat. Rich and Bud both noted Paul wore no underwear. His penis was about 6 inches long flaccid and uncut just like both of theirs. His foreskin hung about an inch beyond the glans. He joined the boys in wading into the lake a few feet before diving into the cool, refreshing water.
The three swam and splashed and horsed around for close to half an hour before Paul informed them, "I must get back to work. You two enjoy yourselves. Rich your dad and I use to horse around in this very same lake when we were boys. Lots of great memories." He dressed while watching the boys swimming recalling how his brother and he had played together. He remembered the oral sex they had before and after swimming. He wondered if his son and his nephew had discovered the joys of a friendly mouth as he pulled on his boots and mounted his horse. About a hundred yards away there was a large stand of palmetto. Paul stopped and dismounted his horse and died him off on one of the fronds. He pulled a pair of binoculars from his saddle bag and focused them on the two teens. He was to get the answer to his question and more.
After he had left, the boys got out and lay on the grass letting the sun dry their bodies. Both were slowly jacking their 6 ½-inch cocks which were remarkably alike. Rich sat up and pointed at his horse. Looks like Bullet is horny too." The stallion's penis was unsheathed and hanging heavily from its body. Rich walked over and stroked the horse's face and whispered gently to him telling him what a good horse he was and how beautiful he was. He stroked down the horse's flanks and slowly reached under and touch the exposed cock. Buddy sat still and watched his cousin explore the horse's cock with his hand. His hand was gripping his dick tighter, and he was jacking it quickly.
Rich knelt on the ground and continued to stare at the huge penis while speaking softly to Bullet. He bent over toward the penis and kissed the tip. Bud shot his load watching his cousin kiss horse cock. It was both revolting and intriguing. Bullet snorted and bucked one of his back legs. Rich moved away quickly, stood up, and spoke softly to the stallion while betting his flank.
"Buddy, you got to try it!" Rich licked his lips. "It tastes like custard."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Ah come on. I shot twice without even touching my dick," he bragged. Bud glanced at his cousin's cock and saw the remains of semen dripping from the foreskin covering the glans.
"Let's swim some more Rich, then head back for lunch." The two ran off into the water washing off the semen and horsing around before getting out. As they dressed, Paul put his binoculars away, tucked his spent cock back into his jeans, and headed back to the north end of the ranch to check on a few things.
Paul arrived at the house as his wife and family were finishing up lunch. Tracey got her husband his lunch after reheating it in the microwave. He kissed his wife and thanked her. He finished a large glass of water and began enjoying the left-over lemon chicken and rice from the evening before. Tracey always cooked a big evening meal so that the leftovers would be available for lunch the next day. She spent her days taking care of the home Paul and she had made for their son and three daughters.
"Buddy, tomorrow I want you to go into town and help you Ma with carting around all the groceries. We're going to need more this week for the July 4 Party."
"OK, Pa. Rich and I can do the toting."
"Rich is going to spend the day with me tomorrow. I've not had the opportunity to spend quality time with him and your uncle wants me to get to know him better. Next summer you're going to spend 3 weeks in California." The two boys fist bumped at the revelation of spending part of next summer together too.
"Whatever you say, Uncle Paul,"
"Yes, Rich, you do whatever I say."
The next morning Bud stood on the porch as his father and cousin took off in the service jeep heading for the south end of the property. He knew from the discussions the night before that the three hired hands would be working on the south fence line and rebuilding the gates between the pastures.
Paul did stop and spend a few minutes talking with the work crew before getting back in the jeep. He opened the glove box and pulled out a black silk hood. "Put it on," he ordered Rich.
"Why?"
"Because I said so," Paul growled.
Noting the hostility in his uncle's voice, Rich pulled the hood over his face. The three hired hands chuckled at the teen's predicament. They each had experienced that hood before and had come away locked in chastity and in Master Paul's service.
Paul drove along the property line swerving unnecessarily to confuse his nephew's sense of direction. The pair finally arrived at the northeast corner of the property where Paul parked the jeep behind a stand of trees.
During the drive, Rich thought of how he had dominated this teacher back in California. He felt intimidated by his uncle much like he imagined the teacher had felt about him. After the jeep was parked Paul entered the scrub for a few minutes before returning to the jeep. Paul grabbed the belt of Rich's jeans and lifted the teen from his seat and placed him standing next to him. "Don't say a word unless I ask you a question. Understood?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"Make that Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir," Rich replied.
Holding onto the teen's belt buckle Paul led him through a dense layer of palmetto and scrub. Branches and palm fronds hit his face. Rich was glad of the cloth protecting his eyes and skin. Within just a few minutes the two were on a narrow uneven path. Paul led them along the shaded twisting trail for another 10 minutes toward a run-down-looking storage barn. Paul let go of Rich's belt and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the rusty-looking padlock on the rickety door. He entered and pulled on a string that turned on the single overhead light bulb. Inside was an old metal storage container. Paul punched in a code and the door rattled up and into place. He flipped the light switch illuminating his private play space before returning to get his nephew.
Rich had stood almost perfectly still as he listened to his uncle move about. He heard the rickety wooden door drag against a wooden floor. He heard a garage door rolling up. His mind raced with all the porn he had watched showing kidnap scenes and torture chambers. His cock was hard as nails when his uncle returned, laughed at him, and grabbed the teen's straining cock through the cloth of his jeans. "Your father told me you were a kinky little shit. He wants you introduced to the family playroom. Today you're not my nephew, you're my faggot bottom bitch who likes to suck horse cock."
Rich's mind reeled, "How could his father know? How could his uncle know about the horse?" He was being pulled forward by his hard cock.
Inside the shack, Paul closed the wooden door. He turned to Rich and ordered, "Strip!" When his nephew hesitated Paul slapped his face and pulled the hood from the boy's head. "Next time I must repeat myself I won't go so easy on you. Strip."
The teen started with his long-sleeved shirt, folding it and placing it on the floor near the door as he had once trained his teacher to do. His t-shirt was next followed by his work boots, socks, and jeans. He stood naked before his uncle.
"A free baller," Paul commented as he patted and fondled the hefty sack hanging below the straining cock, "just like your old man and me. He walked over to a kitchen table set with four chairs. "Come here bitch and take off my shirt."
Rich approached his uncle with his eyes down as he had once taught his sub. He reached up and unbuttoned the first of the buttons and worked slowly down revealing his uncle's hairy chest. He noted his large erect nipples were larger than erasers. He removed the shirt and folded it, placing it on the dinette.
Paul grabbed the teen's head with his right hand and forced his face into his left armpit. The boy inhaled the musky scent of the sweaty pit, His cock started leaking precum. Paul ordered, "Suck it dry." He released Rich's head and the teen started sucking and licking at the proffered armpit. The back of Paul's hand brushed his sub's dickhead and felt the dampness from the precum dribbling from the foreskin. He took a moment to skin back the prepuce and smear the boy juice over the sensitive head. "I suggest you control yourself and not cum without permission bitch." Rich nodded in acknowledgment since he had not been asked a question. "Other side faggot," the older man commanded as he lifted his right arm into the air. Rich switched immediately and serviced the right armpit as he had done the left.
"Remove my belt and undo my jeans," was the next order. Rich unbuckled the belt and drew it free from the belt loops. He was about to place it on the table when Paul grabbed it, looped it around his nephew's neck, and pulled the belt through the buckle making a leather lead for his sex slave of the day. Rich swallowed hard. He unfastened the top button of the jeans and undid the zipper. He could feel his uncle's dick pulsing in his jeans, and he licked his lips involuntarily. "You'll have to wait a bit longer before you get to suck it, cocksucker." Paul sat in the chair. "Work boots next."
Rich knelt on the rough floor and untied the first boot, loosened the laces, and pulled the boot free. "Sniff it," Paul ordered. Rich sniffed it a few times and went to place it on the floor. His uncle grabbed the shoe and shoved it into the teen's face and ordered, "Breath deep." Rich followed orders and breathed deeply in and out. The combination of orders and odor continued to produce cock snot in copious amounts. Paul dropped the shoe and Rich continued to remove the other boot. He brought the boot to his face and breathed deeply having learned his lesson from the other boot.
"Very good faggot. You're learning. As a reward, you may jack your workless dick 10 times then stop."
Rich knew he was horned up. He knew some days just touching his cock once could produce an orgasm. He thought of all the swinging tits of the women back on the beach near his home. He did math problems in his head. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the 10th stroke without shooting his load.
Paul stood and ordered, "Remove my jeans." Rich's hands moved to the sides of the jeans and pulled them down, He watched as his uncle's erection was forced down then sprung free of his jeans and hit him in his chin leaving a trail of cock snot there and on his chest. He stared at the drooling erect penis before him. Soft it had been 6 inches with a foreskin that hung an inch from the head. Here was 8 ½ inches of heavily veined marbled thick as a beer can man cock. He licked his lips again focusing only on the cock and tennis ball-sized testicles before him. His hair was pulled up from the top of his head reminding him immediately he had not finished removing the jeans. He finished removing the pants, folded them, and placed them as well as the socks and shoes on the table with the rest of his uncle's clothes.
"Stay on all fours bitch and come with me," Paul ordered as he led his bitch toward a queen-size mattress beside the side of the storage unit. Next to the bed was a large dog bowl. Paul skinned back his lengthy foreskin and pissed into the dish. He towered over his nephew as he ordered, "Drink up piss boy."
Rich moved forward and lowered his head and started to lap at the strong-smelling dark yellow urine in the bowel. It took him 10 minutes to suck up all the liquid. His uncle was pleased, "Your father told me you liked to order others around. He'll be glad to know you can follow orders too. For the rest of the time we're in here you'll only be drinking piss or cum. Now your first duty to me will be finishing my tongue bath. Start with my left foot." The Dom laid down on the sheetless piss and cum stained mattress and Rich moved to his foot. The lad was surprised by the strong odor that had developed in the hour or, so his uncle had been dressed. The smells made him dizzy with desire, but he was unprepared for the saltiness and the texture of the skin beneath his tongue.
"Be sure to suck each toe and get rid of any toe jam between the toe," Paul barked, and Rich complied enthusiastically. He was hoping he'd get to suck cock and get fucked by his uncle's massive prick which he would steal a glance of every so often to further remind him of his goal. Paul could tell the kid was turned on. Rich was applying a lot of pressure with his tongue as he licked up his uncle's hairy calf and up the thigh. He got to within inches of the straining dick when he was directed back down to the other foot. He started his journey upward again.
This time as he reached his uncle's groin, he was directed only to clean the pubes above the cock and continue up toward his face. Rich continued up over the abdomen which had once been a solid 8 pack but now exhibited a slight beer gut. When he reached the naval, he used his tongue to dip into the innie, spit into it, and then sucked out his spit and anything else that was loose inside. Licking back and forth across the upper abdomen he reached his uncle's well-defined pectoral muscles. He licked them all over before turning to the right nipple and sucking on it like a babe at its mother's tit. Paul held his nephew's head in place, "Nibble at it with your teeth boy." Rich did so lightly. "Harder boy!!" Paul ordered and the teen bit town with more pressure eliciting a moan of pleasure from his Dom. He switched over to the left nipple and repeated the sucking and then biting action. Paul pushed the boy up off his nipple and Rich found himself licking the adult's neck and face.
Paul grabbed the boy and kissed him hard and stuck his tongue deep into Rich's mouth. The teen purred in delight and returned the kiss as his uncle's hands held him tightly. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever when the Dom threw his sub sideways onto the bed and flipped over on his belly. Start with the feet and work up to the nape of my neck.
Rich followed the order to the letter. When he finally reached the nape Paul ordered, "Start at my ass crack and clean out my crack and my hole." Rich's mind spun. He had never rimmed anyone before. Then he recalled he had never sucked on a horse's cock either. He crawled between his uncle's legs and tentatively licked the top of the sweaty ass crack. Using his hands he started to spread the muscular ass cheeks apart as he worked closer to the hairy asshole yet to be revealed.
The fecal odors and musk from his uncle's groin were turning him on more than ever before. He stopped a moment as he tasted a small piece of shit clinging to the dark brown hair surrounding Paul's anus. He thought he knew he would be called a shiteater as well as a cocksucker and a fuck hole before his uncle was finished with him. Yet he persisted and finally gained his prize the brown stained hole nestled in brown hair.
"Kiss my ass boy," Paul grunted. Rich puckered up his lips and kissed. "Now French it," the older male commanded. The teen grabbed his uncle's hips, kissed his asshole, and tried to shove his tongue in. He met with resistance. "Try again bitch. I want to feel that tongue licking inside my hole." Once more the sub pressed his lips and tongue to the anus before him and Paul pushed out like he was taking a dumb. Rich's tongue slid in a small bit. "Much better ass kisser, now stick it in further."
Rich curled his tongue and probed, and he felt at least over an inch and slipped into his uncle's shit chute. He wiggled his tongue around licking as much of the anus as he could. Paul reached back and pushed him away.
Rich watched his uncle turn over to reveal a red and swollen penis. The cock snot was pouring down its sides. "You want this boy?" Paul inquired.
"Yes Sir, I do!"
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Sir I want to suck it, get fucked by it, and suck it some more."
"Start with my balls and work up to the tip," Paul directed. Rich was in his nuts licking them before he even finished the order. He nosed them, taking in the deep musky odors, and sucked each ball into his mouth. They were so large he couldn't get both in at the same time though he tried enough times. Then he started his assault on the inflamed spear rising from his uncle's groin. He licked at the shaft like an ice cream bar or popsicle until he reached the prepuce at the top. He chewed on the foreskin as he had taught his teacher slave to do to his foreskin. He spread it open and ran his tongue around the inside before pulling it back to reveal his purplish-red spear-shaped glans.
Rich sucked it into his mouth and washed it with his tongue. He was rewarded with a large spurt of cock snot which was sweet to the taste. Not like the custard taste the horse produced but almost like taking a teaspoon of sugar into his mouth. He only was able to get 4 inches into his mouth before he gaged. Yet he sucked and licked at those four inches with passion.
"Well boy, so far, you've done very well. You have done what I asked, and you've shown me some of your hidden talents. Now for your first big lesson. Remember to breathe through your nose." Paul grabbed his nephew's head in both hands and thrust his cock into the lad's skull. Rich struggled, he gaged, he thrashed his arms and legs, but Paul kept going until the teen's nose was in his pubes. He kept repeating, "Breath through your nose."
Finally, the message registered, and Rich breathed through his flared nostrils. He stopped flailing about, and his uncle slowly withdrew his cock until the glans rested on the teen's tongue. His reprieve was short-lived as Paul pulled the kid's head down to his pubes again. For 15 minutes the teenaged cocksucker was skull fucked.
Paul could feel his cum churning in his balls. He wanted Rich to taste and swallow his load not simply unload it in his gullet. Just before he shot, he stopped and rolled both over, so he was on top of the teen. Then Paul let his load erupt in7 violet bursts into Rich's mouth. "Swallow it all. Don't lose a drop!" the lad struggled to comply and swallowed the best he could with the tip of his uncle's dick resting just behind his teeth.
Paul withdrew his cock from his nephew's mouth. He backed up on the bed and swallowed the teen's rock-hard cock in one smooth move. Rich shuttered and shot his load in 5 giant spurts which his uncle swallowed. Afterward, he had teased the teen's spent cock's glans with his tongue a few times driving the lad delirious with pain and pleasure. He knelt above his nephew, "Sweet cum must run in the family," as he smiled down at the young man.
They had been at it for close to an hour and a half. Paul stood and pissed into the dog dish again. "Piss chaser, ass-wipe." Rich got down and started slurping up the liquid which was much lighter and didn't smell as bad as the morning piss.
Paul waited for the boy to finish his fluids before using the belt leash to lead him into the metal trailer. The lights had been on giving extra light to the cabin's interior. Rich saw his uncle flip another switch and a small air conditioner turned on. He was in his uncle's dungeon.
Uncle Paul picked his nephew up and placed him in a swing-like device in the back of the 40-foot trailer. The teen would learn later it was called The Fucking A. The two 40-foot walls of the storage container were bright white, the ceiling dark blue, the floor black, and the back wall red. Rich recognized a St. Andrew's Cross, a fuck or spank bench, and stocks. He noted all sorts of leather implements as well as toys for impact play, dildos, a Venus milker, and numerous other sex toys. Then he spotted a fuck machine against the wall. It was equipped with the biggest dildo he had ever seen attached to it. He tried to recall what his uncle had said about his father. "Did Pa want me to learn about the family playroom? Did Buddy know about this place?"
Paul finished securing Rich in the Fucking-A. His legs were supported at the knee and rested on padding that resembled pool noodles. His wrists were in leather cuffs which were fixed to a spot behind his head exposing his armpits. His uncle had run a rope across his chest so that the strands framed his areolas, granting access to his nipples. More rope secured his hips.
"Now boy, in conversations for the rest of your father's and my lives we will call you Richard or Rich. However, when we want to use your body for our amusement, we will call you Richie. We may choose to clue other real men into the nickname as well. If they call you Richie, you will service them. Now if you want to Dom others you are welcome to do so. Hell, if you're here you can use the family playroom. Do you understand Richie?"
"Yes Sir. Richie subs. Rich can Dom, Sir."
"Smart boy. Now I don't want you distracted so I'm going to blindfold you so you can focus on your lessons." The Dom put a leather mask over the teen's eyes and adjusted it. "You wanted my cock in your ass. So we'll build up to that then move on to larger things as the day progresses."
Paul picked up a 5-gallon bucket and put it under Richie's ass. He then turned on a water value and brought a sure shot device to the boy's ass. "This water is going to be as cold as a witch's tit boy, but can't be helped. Brace yourself." He pressed the release valve on the sure-shot and cold water flowed into the teen's rectum, descending colon, and transverse colon. Paul watched the lad's belly swell. He released the pressure valve and stopped the flow of water in the kid. He told the boy, "Hold it in until I tell you to let it out." He gently massaged Richie's abdomen in a clockwise manner twice. He grabbed the bucket and held it to catch the flow. "Release."
Richie relaxed his ass muscles and dark brown water mixed with fecal matter flowed into the bucket. The place smelled of shit. When the bucket was ¾ of the way full, Paul placed another empty bucket under the teenager and carried the first bucket outside. He dumped it in the scrub brush surrounding the old shed. Returning to his nephew, he repeated the enema three more times until the water ran clear from the boy's ass. That last bucket he set aside for later.
Paul sat on a stool he had pulled up in front of the Fucking A. He used an electric winch to adjust the height so that his mouth was at the boy's asshole. Then he leaned in. With his legs spread and secured to the spreading bar on either side, there was no way Richie could do anything to protect any part of his body. He felt his uncle's tongue lick his asshole. Delightful sensations swept through his body and his pecker stiffened again after the painful assault of the enemas. Repeatedly the thick tongue licked, teased, and poked into the wiggling and giggling teen.
Paul opened a bottle of lube and poured some into his right hand. He rubbed his hands together coating them both, He used his right index finger to circle the lad's bright pink bussy lips. The new sensation had Richie wiggling his hips trying to get more contact with whatever his uncle was using. As the older man's right index finger continued rubbing the teen's ass lips, he brought his left index finger up and pushed into his nephew's bunghole. A gasp and a moan escaped the lad's lips.
Paul's finger probed for the boy's prostate. When he found it, Richie once more gasped, and moaned loudly before gasping again. He tried to hump the finger, but his uncle would move it away. For 20 minutes he played with the pink ass lips slowly adding more fingers to massage the outer wall. He also added another finger to his probing of Ritchie's ass. From the ease of entry, Paul knew his nephew had been fucked before. He hoped Buddy had tapped that ass. He would need to watch them more closely over the next few days before Rich flew home.
Paul kept adding fingers until he had inserted four into the welcoming bussy. Ritchie squirmed, moaned, and sighed. His chest was bright red with the heat of his passion and desire. His uncle withdrew his hands. Ritchie squirmed, he tried to hump the air, his cock straining to fuck anything.
The elder Harris had been taking pictures and videos of his training session with Ritchie. He took a moment to send the video of the boy trying to fuck the air to his brother in California. Then he adjusted the Fucking A using the winch to bring his nephew's ass level with his massive prick.
Grabbing Gun Oil, Paul slicked up his dick, rubbing a generous amount of the lube all over it. He squirted some of the oil onto the outside lips of Richie's bussy. He lined up his tapered glans nesting it at the teen's anal opening which brought a sigh of relief from Rich. Grabbing the bars of the A, Paul pulled the boy's ass onto his cock in one swift motion. The gasp and cry that escaped the restrained teen's lips were not from pain. His uncle had prepped his hole well. They were from the pleasure of being spread back open and filled with a cock deeper than he had ever been filled before. A smile formed on his lips as his uncle began fucking him.
Paul noted the smile. He picked up his phone and snapped a picture to send to his brother later. He was ready to cum again after teasing the boy so for so long. He reached up and pinched Ritchie's right nipple eliciting a pleasurable groan from the restrained sub and a spurt of cock snot from the ever-dripping dick. Paul leaned over the boy and started pounding his meat into the willing receptacle. He began long dicking the kid. He would then switch to quick short jabs so the lad's prostate would get poked as well as being rubbed. Then he returned to long dicking. He put his full body weight on top of Ritchie and nibbled on the nipples exposed between the rope.
Ritchie's ass began spasming as he worked toward an orgasm. Paul could feel his cock being milked and knew his nephew was close. He quickened his pace and as Ritchie's cock blew 8 loads of cum between his body and his uncle's, Paul unloaded 7 strong volleys into the steamy hot velvet tunnel encasing his manhood. Both fucker and fucked breathed hard as they lay in post-orgasm bliss. Richie's ass was still shooting multiple orgasms through his body. His shuddering told his uncle the kid was a natural for bottoming.
Leaving his dick in his nephew's ass, Paul stood up. He stretched his arms, farted, and let loose a stream of piss into Ritchie's ass. Pulling out he told the teen, "Hold it in." The lad tried but his ass was still gaping. The piss started to leak out, but Paul had grabbed an empty bucket which caught the piss and cum dribbling from the well fucked bussy. "You can let it out now bitch." Richie relaxed as he felt the liquid drain from his ass and splash into a container.
"Sir, permission to speak, Sir?"
"Permission granted fuck wad."
"Sir, this fuck wad needs to piss Sir."
"Hold it," Paul ordered. He went to the storage cabinet and pulled open a drawer. He grabbed a Texas catheter, and tubing, and returned to his nephew who wiggled on the Fucking A trying to contain his bladder. Paul put the tube's end into Richie's mouth. He shoved his sub's dick into the Texas catheter and used his fingers to secure the base so the piss would flow through the tube. "You can piss now."
Richie had not had someone else hold his dick while he urinated. He struggled for a moment until his need to release overcame his shyness. Within moments the strong stream had flowed through the tube and into his mouth. He knew without being told he had to swallow and swallow he did. It felt like his piss would never stop as he swallowed rapidly in succession. When the flow stopped, he sucked at the tube like a straw draining any remaining piss.
"What a smart bitch!" his uncle praised him while removing the Texas catheter and its tube. "I haven't seen any of my other piss boys suck the tube dry. Thanks for the training tip. I'll be back with your lunch in a bit." He walked out of the storage container and turned off the overhead lights leaving the blindfolded naked teen restrained on the Fucking A. He went to the jeep and grabbed the lunch Tracey had packed for him and his nephew. Harris brought the food inside, placed the lunchbox on the table, walked to the small fridge, and pulled out a beer and two protein drinks. He sat down and ate both his sandwich and Richie's while drinking his beer. Training sessions required a lot of energy.
He tossed the sandwich bags back into the lunchbox. Then took it back out to the jeep. Back inside he finished his beer, grabbed the two protein drinks, and returned to his nephew turning on the lights as he entered the container. "Miss me bitch?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" Ritchie answered truthfully.
"I've got a liquid lunch for you." He saw a frown form on his sub's face. "You'll be drinking it through a straw. He opened the first drink, placed a straw in it, and bent the straw tip. He held it to Richie's lips and the teen sucked up the liquid.
Richie was surprised to taste chocolate. When he finished slurping up the drink, he released the straw. "Sir Thank you, Sir."
Paul patted the boy's balls in acknowledgment. He grabbed a plastic glass from a nearby shelf and poured the piss and cum liquid from the teen's ass into it. Putting the straw into the glass he put it to the boy's lips, "Drink up." Richie quickly sucked in the liquid but stopped when the urine hit his tongue. Paul laughed. "Drink my piss and cum from your asshole bitch."
Richie had no choice but to continue sucking the liquid into his mouth and swallowing it. He was both revolted that it had drained from his ass but turned on as his cock began swelling up eliciting a laugh from his uncle.
Paul jacked the teen's cock with his left hand while keeping the glass close to Rich's face with his right. "Seems you are a kinky piss-loving fuck." Richie slurped up and swallowed the last of the piss and cum. Paul opened the second protein drink, added the straw, and held it to the teen's lips.
Rich knew he had to drink. He didn't want to imbibe more piss. He had his and now his uncle's urine in his belly as well as the chocolate drink, He sucked at the straw and was once more surprised that it was chocolate again. He took his time savoring the chocolate before swallowing. He wanted to prolong the taste as well as the edging his uncle was doing to his cock. He wondered if his father would play with him upon his return and where. Richie finally slurped up the rest of the chocolate drink and released the straw. His uncle stopped jacking the boy's dick.
"Ritchie it's time for your last two lessons. You've done well serving as my body slave giving me a tongue bath. You're very good at sucking cock and now you know how to deep throat one while being face fucked. You're drinking piss and cum without retching. You've taken a man's cock deep into your ass and cum handsfree. Pass those and you'll get your key to the family playroom." The teen nodded his understanding,
Paul laid out what he would need for his next lessons. He positioned himself on the stool and adjusted the Fucking A using the winch to the height at which he would be working. He began by applying Swiss Navy spray lube onto his nephew's pink rosebud. Ritchie could smell clove wafting around him. "This lube will both lube your ass lips and desensitize them a bit for what is to come." He began circling the boy's anus as he had when he had started to prep him for being fucked. Spraying the lube onto his right hand, Paul rubbed it around his fingers. He probed with his index finger and Ritchie's anus opened easily. Paul's fingertip brushed the lad's prostate causing the teen's dick to get hard as nails and squirt cock snot onto his abs.
He continued to add fingers until the pink rosebud was stretched 4 fingers wide. Paul sprayed more of the Swiss Navy lube onto the opened hole. He pulled his four fingers back slightly, tucked his thumb down and into them, and slid his hand inside up to his knuckles. "Now boy, you've done well opening back up to my fingers. I've got all five into you. In a moment, I'm going to push my whole hand into your hole. When you feel the pressure bear down like you're taking a shit."
Paul pushed his hand forward slowly. He watched the anal ring expand and then contract. He felt Rich bearing down, and the anal ring opening again. Paul's hand slid into his nephew's rectum. "Excellent job Ritchie! Just excellent! You've taken a man's hand into your body." Paul opened his hand and tickled at the lining of his nephew's rectum which caused the kid to giggle. Paul then used his fingers to work the prostate. Richie tried to wiggle his hips as much as possible to increase the sensation.
Paul formed a fist inside the lad's body. He fucked the rectum slowly which got the boy's attention. He could feel the fist stretching his rectum and moving back and forth. The fullness of the feeling was amazing. Without warning, Rich's bladder released a torrent of piss all over his torso which drained down soaking his sides and dripping onto the floor. Paul laughed, "No worries piggy that happens a lot with fisting when we hit the bladder." Then he resumed his tucked thumb position and slowly withdrew his hand from inside the teenager whose ass lining prolapsed a bit but didn't fully bloom outside his anus.
Paul opened a stick of Crisco. "Now boy we're going to work on depth training. I know where I want to go. Your job is to do exactly what I tell you. You do that and you'll come out of this just fine. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir, do as you say, Sir."
"Good boy," Paul reinforced his nephew's behavior. He began stuffing the Crisco into the boy's ass. He also rubbed some of it on his right hand and arm up to his elbow. Next, he shoved a whole stick of the lard into the waiting ass. He was ready to teach. "First you will earn your scarlet hanky. That means I am going to work both of my hands into your ass. Just do as I told you when you feel the extra pressure - pretend you're taking a shit."
Paul formed his right hand into the tucked position and started slipping it inside the slightly gaping bussy before him. To his surprise, his hand slipped in without Rich having to push out. "Great job Richie! I'm very proud of you!" The teen smiled in contentment that he was doing something right though he wasn't quite sure what. Paul brought his greasy left maw to the spread hole. He slipped the index finger beside his wrist. "No issue getting it in there," he thought. Next, he added a second finger. Once more the teen's ass adjusted easily to the spread.
The third finger was a little tighter and Richie had to bear down just a bit to admit it, Paul began a back-and-forth motion with his hands massaging the anal opening and relaxing it further. The third finger slipped in quickly followed by the fourth. Paul withdrew his left hand and tucked the thumb. Reformed his right hand into a first and pulled it out of Rich with a loud plop. He quickly formed his right hand into the tucked position and lined his left hand up so that the fingers of the left covered the thumb of his right as he pushed into the teen's ass.
Rich felt the first-hand move to the top of his rectum while feeling his asshole stretch a little more. He felt his uncle's right-hand stop and the movement of the left hand continue up to the top of his shit chute.
"You're fucking amazing Richie! Neither your dad nor I did as well our first time. Pa had to work hard to get both his hands in. I think it took five or six tries for me and your father was maybe 3 or 4 times." The teen was learning something new about his father and uncle as well as his grandfather. They were all on the down low and into some very kinky shit. "Now for your final lesson. Again do as I say." He slowly removed both hands.
Paul added more Crisco to the boy's ass and inserted his right hand easily into the velvety rectum. He pushed the Crisco deeper. "You'll feel the Crisco enter the sigmoid or descending colon. There will be a bit of discomfort. Tell me when you feel it." He continued to move his hand further.
"Sir, I feel something, not painful just odd, Sir."
"Where?"
Rich wanted to point to a spot low on his abdomen on his left side but being restrained he couldn't. "Sir, Lower left, Sir!"
Paul twisted his hand slightly to the right and brought his fingers together again. He could feel the sphincter pressing against his flesh as he invaded the next segment of the colon. Paul could hear his nephew's panting and he could feel the boy's heart beating. "Bear down again." His nephew complied and Paul felt both the anal lips open to accommodate his wrist and forearm as well as the opening from the rectum into the next portion of the colon. He forged ahead slowly. When he felt his hand enter the descending colon completely, he rotated it again to the right and pushed in a few more inches. He was halfway to his elbow. "Richie, you're doing so well. I thought we'd be here all afternoon trying just to get two fists in. You're only four inches from my elbow!" He shook his head in disbelief. "I'd like to see if I can get elbow deep today, but I'll let you tell me."
Rich breathed deeply a few times while he pondered. He wasn't in pain. He had an unusual feeling of fullness. He also noticed his dick wasn't hard anymore ever since he had pissed. "Sir, please go slowly, Sir."
Paul agreed, "Your safe word to stop the fisting is red. Understand?"
"Sir, yes sir, Red is the safe word, Sir."
Paul inched forward. Quarter inch, half an inch, one inch, two. Rich breathed heavily as he was focused on the movement in his gut. Two and a half inches, three inches, three and a half inches. "Almost there boy," Paul told him. He pushed another inch into his nephew and stopped. "You're up to my elbow. Fuck, I wish Peter was here! He would be so proud of you too!" Richie smiled and tears formed in his eyes. His father rarely said anything kind to him anymore. To know he was making him proud was an emotional moment for him.
Paul slowly reversed his direction. As slowly as he had entered Richie's body he now withdrew. He was very careful around the sphincter entering the rectum. Once past it he formed a fist again and withdrew his hand through the gaping hole, He punched in and out of the hole as it slowly returned to its normal shape and on the last punch played with the teen's prostate a few minutes before withdrawing his fist for the last time. He grabbed the paper towels and wiped the Crisco and ass slime off his forearm and hands. He squirted some Dawn dish soap on them and worked up a lather before removing it with paper towels again. He checked Richie's anus. The lips were swollen but it was closed. He undid the restraints and lifted his nephew into his arms. He hugged him close and carried him like a baby out of the dungeon. He laid him gently on the bed, removed the leather blindfold, and beamed down at the lad. "You're a real trooper kid," he said as he kissed his nephew deeply, their tongues doing battle in the teen's mouth.
Paul sat up and looked at Richie. He got up and retrieved his phone and dialed his brother placing the phone on speaker. Peter answered on the fourth ring.
"The little pussy couldn't do it could he," Rich's father began.
"No Pete, on the contrary. He took me to the elbow, first try!"
"First try! No way! I thought he liked dominating others. I would never have guessed he could take it as well as dish it out."
"Well Pete, you were wrong. I bet the old man will be thrilled when I tell him."
"Where are Papa and Mama now? I haven't heard for like a week."
"They're in Newport staying with the Fells family. He told me they would be sailing all week and his phone would be on shore."
"Well tell Rich I'm proud of him,"
"You just did, we're on speaker phone."
"Richard, I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm so proud you're following in the family tradition. Uncle Paul will give you your key. When you get back, I'll give you the one for the playroom here. We will spend time playing together as well. Uncle Paul will tell you the ground rules. I love you son."
"Ah, thanks Pa. I love you too," Rich responded. It had been a long time since they had expressed love to one another. The call ended.
Paul began the rules. "First, Bud hasn't been initiated yet. That will happen later this year. So you can't bring him here. When he visits you next summer you and your dad can play with him." Rich nodded. "While you will be called Richie when we want to top you. To top us you call me Big Boy, your father is Little Man, and Grandpa is Red Man. So when we play as a family, we take turns being tops and bottoms. Understand?"
"Yes Sir, I understand Sir."
"Rich, you are also not fully trained. Your father will teach you some of the finer points of what we do. Right now just keep to sucking, fucking, and piss drinking. Your dad will also reveal the names of the 6 slaves that serve him. They are now your property as well because we own them as a family. I currently have three slaves. They work here, on the ranch. Carlos is called Chica. Roberto is Bobby Boy and Bill is Billy Boy. They will obey you as they obey me or suffer the consequences. They have a nice life here. Three squares a day Monday through Friday. They each have their own bedroom complete with a TV. They also get paid for working. They submit individually and as a group to me when your Aunt Tracey is on the rag or not in the mood and any time, I need stress relief. You never mention the location of the clubhouse to anyone. When we leave, I will show you how to find it. There is also an emergency key stored outside which I'll show you. He took a silver chain from around his neck with a key dangling from it. He placed the chain over Rich's head. Welcome to the clubhouse, Mr. Harris." He hugged his nephew closely again.
Paul showed Rich the cleanup and shut down procedure for the Club House before they dressed. He also gave him the code to the storage container's door: 1-9-7-3. Outside they closed and locked the rusty-looking lock back on the door. Paul led the way through the palmetto and scrub. He stopped at a small gate which he opened and then closed behind them before continuing through a few more feet of the brush to the jeep. Paul tossed the black silk hood into the glove compartment and headed to the lake.
The two stripped off their clothes and dove into the cool water. They floated and enjoyed the afternoon swim. Getting out Rich went to dress. Paul stopped him, "Hold up there. We can stay naked. I need to check on my three workers. We'll let the wind and sun dry us off. They tossed their clothes in the back of the jeep and Paul headed to the southeast corner to find his workers. "When we get there, I want you to pick one, use his slave name, and you can tell him to do whatever you want him to do to or for you. Sound like a plan?"
"Sounds like a damn good plan. I have missed ordering my fag teacher around."
"What's your fag teacher's name?"
"Fag teacher. I guess I have been calling him that for over two years now, I think it was Frank Townsend."
"You don't call him that in class though."
"No in class I address him as FT. I've threatened to explain it to the class if he doesn't respond."
"And he calls you Sir in class?"
"He calls all the boys Sir and the girls, Ma'am."
"What have you trained him to do?"
"He was already an accomplished cock sucker. He has paid to have his hair laser removed neck down. I fuck him before and after school. I also paddle him after his afternoon fuck so he can remember me till the next morning. I have sold him dirty underwear, jocks, and socks. On the weekends, I make him take me to the mall to buy me shit if I want it or to the movies."
"So you are a Ca$h Ma$ter!"
"Yeah, I saw something online about being a FinDom and thought I'd try it out."
"What do your folks say?"
"Ma is too busy with the other 6. I think she's glad I'm busy elsewhere. Pa and I have been fighting for two years now. He doesn't understand me and all my comings and goings. Today was the first time in a long time we said we loved each other."
"My brother, the horndog, has always been a bit blind. He doesn't always see what is right in front of his face. For example, I know Bud is gay. Did you see the baseball posters he put up in his room? Every one of the players' has a huge basket or you can see their dick dangling down in their pants. He uses sports as a mask to be around other unclothed guys. Now he has made the football team. I hope that Coach Reed, being gay himself, will understand my boy."
"Buddy is excited about playing football. He even showed me pictures of his coach from college and the Steelers. Come to think of it there was a bulge in those pictures too."
"You're fucking right about that. Junior Reed is one big-dicked mother fucker. Was always bigger than the rest of us in gym class and on the weightlifting team. You ready to give orders?" Paul pulled up to the three workers. The three men stopped and stared at their boss and his nephew sitting naked in the jeep.
"Hey Chica," Rich hollered, "Strip!"
Carlos looked at the boy, then at Paul, and back at the boy but he didn't move. He was confused. No one but his Master had ever called him by his slave name. Paul jumped from the jeep and strode over to him. He slapped Chica's face hard leaving a red handprint.
"You know the rule. You serve whoever uses your slave name. Billy Boy, Bobby Boy strip and rip the clothes of this fucker."
Rich was amazed at how quickly the two men stripped off their clothing and left it in piles on the ground before literally ripping the shirt off Carlos' torso and shoving him to the ground to pull off his work boots, socks, and jeans. All three men had something colorful covering their dicks.
"Uncle Paul, what are those things?" Rich inquired.
"Those are chastity cages called cherry keepers. Slaves are not allowed to cum unless I permit it." He walked over to the back of the jeep and opened his toolbox. "Stand him on his head and spread his legs." The two slaves helped Carlos into a handstand and spread his legs apart. Paul selected an implement with which to punish Chica for being slow in following orders. "Thanks, boys, now pull his cheeks apart so I can see his bussy." The two slaves did as they were told. None of them had been punished in a long time. They enjoyed the sex and BDSM games they experienced with Master Harris too much to risk his displeasure.
Paul pulled out a small microfiber stinger. He placed the tip near the edge of Carlos' anus and held it still. Using his other hand raised the end back toward the handle and released it. Rich heard the swish sound and moments later Carlos screamed.
"One," Paul announced. He moved the stinger a bit and repeated the movement. "Two." Carlos was now begging for forgiveness. It fell on deaf ears. His Master continued to 25. His erection and that of his nephew grew hard as nails as the screams became sobs.
"Rich come here please," Paul requested. The teen jumped down and let his engorged cock lead the way. "Did you say how I used the stinger?"
"Yes Sir, I did,"
"I'd like you to give 5 switches to each testicle, please. Then we'll stand him up and continue his punishment." Billy Boy and Bobby Boy exchanged glances.
Rich took the stinger and walked in front of Carlos. Chica could make out Rich's cock and see the stinger in his hand, The teen could see now see the cock cage up close. It was green and from what he could see the cock head was nestled tightly in the device. He positioned the stinger and rather than follow his uncle's method he swung the microfiber hitting the ball with its end. The howl was music to his ears. He aimed at the other ball and swung the fiber hard. More screams filled the air, He went back to the first ball and followed his uncle's method of carefully placing it before pulling back the tip. As Carlos howled Rich moved it to a new position on the same ball and flicked the end again. As the howl increased, he repeated the procedure twice more on the same ball. Then he switched to the remaining ball and deftly stung it four more times.
"Stand him up." Paul directed. The two slaves helped Carlos stand on his two feet. Paul reached out his hand for the stinger and Rich turned it over. He walked over and rubbed Chica's tits. He knew this slave's nipples were hardwired to its slave cock. He positioned the stinger and hit the right nipple and then the left. "Stick out your tongue." Chica complied immediately. Paul once more positioned the stinger and flicked it the length of the tongue. Carlos shuddered tears ran down his cheeks.
"Now nephew what were you going to do to this piece of shit?"
"I had planned on having him rim me and suck my cock before I fucked him."
"Billy Boy, Bobby Boy, as a reward for your good service today Chica will be rimming your asses. He will also drink your piss until sunrise tomorrow morning. If you take a shit. He will tongue your asses clean. At our next play session, I will uncage your cocks so that he may blow you and you can fuck him. Billy Boy, you will rim Master Rich. Bobby Boy, you will rim me. Chica, you can start on Billy Boy's ass." Paul walked over to the jeep and leaned on the driver's seat as Bobby got down on his knees and parted his master's ass cheeks before diving in. Rich followed his uncle's example on the passenger's side and Billy Boy worked his long thin tongue into the teen's very pliable anal ring.
Chica crawled over to Billy and spread his ass cheeks and started licking with his sore tongue. He was one large ache. His tongue, nipples, balls, and his asshole all reminded him he had let his master down. He rimmed his fellow slave aggressively and noted that cock snot was dropping from Billy Boy's chastity cage.
Rich decided he wanted his cock sucked. He ordered, "Billy Boy, you can lick my balls a bit before sucking my cock." That was the signal for Chica to move to Bobby Boy's asshole. He scampered quickly to the other side of the jeep and began working his buddy's ass lips. Paul could tell Bobby was enjoying his ass being rimmed as he was being more aggressive in shoving his tongue into his master's ass.
Rich felt it was time to fuck, but he didn't know which slave his uncle would permit him to do, "Uncle Paul which slave may I fuck?"
"Why not all three? Sample each ass a few minutes and decide which one you want to gift with your seed and your piss. Asses up bitches."
The three slaves assumed side-by-side positions on all fours. They then lowered their chests to the ground and reached back spreading their cheeks apart revealing their bussies. Rich spit on Chica's swollen hole lined up his cock and plunged in. The Latino was used to taking a cock in one thrust. It was how Master Paul fucked. This young master wasn't as big, so it was no issue. The welts on his anus stung though as the young man fucked back and forth for a few minutes. Then he moved on to Billy Boy.
Billy knew he usually caught afternoon fuck duty with Master Paul. After he had eaten his lunch, he used his injector to shoot several ounces of lube into his ass. Rich had seen the moistened lips and simply slipped in. Billy let out a contented sigh just as he did with Master Paul. He knew he could gain extra favors by pretending he liked it more than he did. Paul watched with amusement as Billy reacted just like he did when he fucked him. The older master made a note to work with Billy differently starting tomorrow.
Rich moved to Bobby Boy. He didn't spit or try to lube up the third slave. He lined up and said, "Push Out," then plunged in. This hole felt tighter on his teenage dick. He fucked it with long strokes and short strokes, he leaned over and reached under to pull on the big eraser-sized nipples on Bobby Boy's chest getting grunts of pleasure in return, "I'll fuck this one," he announced. He rode Bobby hard. Pulling out he ordered, "On your back bitch, and pull those legs back." Bobby Boy complied as Paul chuckled as his nephew took charge of fucking the hole under him.
Paul walked over to Chica, "On your back bitch. Legs up." Chica complied and Paul rammed his big wide dick in. Chica's anus was spread wide and the pain from the 25 raised welts filled his eyes with tears. "Billy Boy, get your tongue under here and lick my cock and Chica's ass as I fuck it." Billy scrambled onto his back under his master's ass and turned his head to lick the ass slime being produced by the monstrous cock.
Rich alternated strokes, he bit the large nipples on Bobby Boy's chest, and would occasionally stop and flick the slave's ball sack. He lasted about 15 minutes before he reached his climax. When Rich finished shooting his load and recovered from his repeated orgasms he unleashed a very full bladder into the slave. Bobby Boy clamped down to hold the gifts he had received. He turned immediately and licked his anal juices from the teen's semi-erect cock.
Paul ordered, "Put your ass on Chica's face. She can drink Master Rich's cum and piss from your ass. Bobby Boy moved over and positioned himself. He felt Chica's mouth on his asshole and relaxed the sphincter. Piss and cum gushed into Chica's mouth and he struggled to keep up with the flow. His sputtering and gaging excited Paul as he pummeled his slave's ass harder and deeper with unbridled passion. Finally, 25 minutes from the time he entered Chica's ass he too filled the depths of his slave's ass with his seed and then his piss.
"Chica you may deposit my cum and piss in Billy Boy's mouth. Bobby came over and cleaned the slime from his master's cock. "You boys look like you're doing good work here. Chica, I hope you learned a lesson today. If you repeat the same mistake with me, Master Buddy, or any of the men to whom we give your slave name, I will double what you got today." He climbed into the driver's seat and Rich got in on the other side and Paul drove back to the house.
Bud was sitting on the porch swing waiting for them. He saw them hop out of the jeep nude and walk over to the outside shower and rinse off. They walked across the lawn. Tracey came out of the house, "Paul Norton Harris! Have you no shame walking around stalkers!" She ran down the steps and threw a towel at him and Rich. "Richard your mother and dad would be disappointed having you displaying yourself to me and your little cousins."
"Tracey, we have had a hard day together. Let it be," Paul growled. Tracey stopped talking and headed back into the house. "Best get some clothes on Rich. I'll see you, boys, later. Now I'm going to go make nice with the wife."
"Have a good day?" Bud inquired.
"Yeah, Uncle Paul wore me out. We stopped at the lake for a dip then went and checked on the hired hands before coming home."
"Where did you go?"
"Buddy, I couldn't tell you. I was so lost. Your dad's one crazy driver!"
"You don't know the half of it!" The two boys laughed, and Rich went inside to get dressed in clean clothes.
The two teens continued to fuck and suck throughout the remaining days of Rich's visit. It was not until the last night that Rich told Buddy what had happened on his day out with his uncle. Now Buddy wondered when it would happen to him. He also wondered if Gunnar would be willing to fuck him. Just the thought of seeing what Gunnar had in that swimsuit caused Bud to shoot his load hands free.
Clay had parked back by his coaching office. He went inside and picked up a pad and pen to take notes and entered the auditorium right at 7 AM. Ninety percent of the faculty was there along with all five school board members, the superintendent, and Mr. Eisly.
"Clay I thought I told you, you didn't need to attend," Joe commented as he walked up to Clay and offered him his hand.
"Yes Sir, you did. You didn't say I couldn't though. Since this involves me, I want to be here."
Eisly nodded his head and returned to the center of the auditorium as Clay took his seat next to the math chair.
"Thank you all for coming," Eisly began. The Superintendent has authorized a half day of pay for all of you. I promise we won't be keeping you here for 3.5 hours. Margaret is going to hand out to you a summary of what occurred here on our campus Saturday. It is despicable that a group of our teachers would conspire to drive another teacher from the campus by depriving his children of their right to participate in athletic activities." One of his office aides was handing out the information at the end of each aisle and it was passed down the rows so that everyone had a copy.
"This matter is very serious. Each one of you will be interviewed by the sheriff's Deputies as well as Children and Family Services. I regret to tell you it is not going to stop there. Mr. Griffin, would you care to elaborate?"
"Thank you, Mr. Eisly." Noel strode to the center of the stage and looked down on Joe who took a seat with his teachers and staff. "I received a call from Tallahassee yesterday evening. CFS has informed the Department of Education. They have ordered a review by Professional Practices. The department also notified the Commissioner who notified the Governor. It was also intimated that the SACS might get involved. Florida Athletics may become involved especially if Mr. Reed chooses to resign. It will be of paramount importance that we, as a District and as a School, not overreact. Rather we should each try to calmly cooperate to put this most despicable situation behind us." Todd Scelzo entered the back of the auditorium noisily. "Ah I see Mr. Scelzo, the Teachers' Union Executive Director has arrived. Please join us on stage Todd."
Todd waddled down the center aisle. He was dressed in a royal blue suit that didn't fit his rotund body well. He was sweating heavily though the auditorium was air-conditioned. He climbed the stairs and shook hands with the Superintendent and the five school board members before taking his seat.
Noel continued, "I do not know what more can be said or done at this time. Mr. Eisly."
"Thank you, Superintendent Griffin. Beginning at 8 AM the Sheriff's Department and CFS will begin interviewing faculty and staff The three suspended members intimated that there were at least 7 more members involved including an administrator. We have invited Mr. Selzo to be present so he could hear our presentation himself and I invite him to say a few words now if he so chooses. Mr. Selzo."
Todd hefted himself out of his chair and walked to the center of the stage. "Thank you, Mr. Eisly and Mr. Griffin. The Union's Board of Directors met last night. We have additional attorneys on the way from neighboring Unions to help provide counsel to teachers as they are interviewed. While the charges are quite serious and heinous, we must remember that in the USA one is innocent until proven guilty." A murmur ran through the auditorium. "It is my understanding that there will be five deputies and five CFS agents working in teams of two. We have no idea what you are going to be asked. If you know something that can be proven, not just hearsay, we urge you to submit it to the authorities. Especially with CFS involved, if they find out you knew and didn't report, your credentials could be revoked. Before you answer any question ask the attorney for advice about what you want to say. If they advise to not answer, don't. If they advise you to answer, do so. I know each of you will be interviewed. Hopefully, it can be done within the three and half hours the School Board has authorized as emergency pay. If it takes longer, we will bring that up in negotiations" He looked at the five board members and the Superintendent. "Thank you again for inviting me, Joe." Todd sat down.
Mr. Eisly stood up again. "Thank you, Todd, for coming out this morning. Are there any questions from faculty or staff?" Brenda Johnson raised her hand. "Brenda," Joe recognized her.
"My question is for Coach Reed." Clay stood and turned toward her. "Junior, are you staying or going?"
"That's not the type of question I was looking for Brenda," Joe began.
"I disagree," Clay interrupted, "Brenda's question is the very first question which should be asked." He turned back to face Brenda. "Brenda, it has been one tough week. The hospital mess and then this conspiracy thing. Most of you knew me from when I went to school here. You followed my career with the Stallions and the Steelers. You know I don't shy away from tough situations, and this is one of the toughest my husband and I have ever faced. Sean and I have talked at length about this since Saturday after the team left the house. We even had a family meeting with the kids last night as well. You may have heard they are willing to be homeschooled. That is true. However, they would prefer to interact with others of their own ages. For my part, I have bonded well with the players on both the varsity and junior varsity teams as well as the coaching staff. I have weighed what bringing in a new head coach now would do to the team even if Mr. Eisly promoted someone from within. The feeling of being rejected and unwanted could mar an otherwise exceptional year for these young men. So I'm staying put. I'll teach my classes and coach the teams." Clay sat down. The applause started from the row just behind him and spread across the auditorium. He looked around and saw his colleagues standing and applauding him. He turned and bowed his head then sat back down. The applause continued until he stood once more and simply said thank you and touched his hand to his heart before taking his seat.
"Thank you Coach Reed/ You are truly a professional," Mr. Eisly commented. Margaret rushed down a side aisle and over to Mr. Eisly. She handed him two notes. "Excuse me a moment please." He opened the first note and adjusted his reading glasses. "Mr. Scelzo, it appears the union's attorneys are in the front office. They are asking for you."
Todd nodded and hauled himself up out of his chair once more, down the stairs and up the side aisle toward the office. Mr. Eisly read the second note. He turned back to the microphone. "It appears the two teams of investigators are early. They would like to begin at 7:45. Is there anything else we need to discuss?" Foster Lewis raised his hand. "Foster," Eisly recognized the head of the Foreign Languages Department.
"First, let me that messing with student names is not new. What steps are we putting in place to ensure this won't happen again?"
"Excellent question Foster. As you can see in the info we have provided, we have ordered tryouts to start with a blank slate starting this Saturday. It will put us behind a week but there is nothing we can do about it. We have also been very clear in stipulating that as long as one of their birth last names appear on the school roster, they are to be considered enrolled. I will be at the registration tables myself the next two Saturdays to ensure compliance.
Joyce Ferrel raised her hand and was recognized. "My question is for Clay as well. Clay, what happens if your children don't qualify for whatever they are trying out for?"
Clay stood and looked at Joyce who was two rows behind him. "Joyce, funny you should ask that. The kids talked about that last night. Let me share what Victoria, our oldest daughter, told us. She said something along the lines of, "If we see that someone else gets picked over us because their routine or abilities are better than ours. Oh well. There are also clubs and other things we can try to be part of at the school." There was general agreement between all six of the siblings on that point."
"Thank you, Clay."
"You're welcome, Joyce."
"Anyone else," Joe asked. No hands were raised. "I am told that the investigative teams have posted lists of teachers and the times they want to see you. They are available on tables outside the auditorium doors with the room number where they are conducting each interview. It appears they plan on being here for two days. If you are not on the list for this morning you are free to leave and return for your interview at your assigned time. Thank you and best of luck." Joe switched off the microphone as Margaret came running in again. She whispered to Joe who motioned for Clay. "Clay the Sheriff is here with the Unit Chief of CFS. They would like to interview you separately from the rest of the faculty. They are in my conference room. You know the way, I'm sure."
"Thanks, Joe, yeah I've been in it several times on both sides of the table," he laughed and strode up the center aisle shaking hands with a few colleagues as he left.