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Hard As Nails: Ch 17 -- Monday, Monday - It's Here to Stay
Clay got home shortly after 8:30. He passed his mom, Andrea, and the girls as they pulled out of Lipe Road heading down to the coast to go shopping. When he got home Sean was listening to the four boys argue over who was responsible for what chores. He could see by his husband's tell that Sean was approaching his limit of listening to bullshit.
Sean walked up to Clay and hugged him, "How did it go?"
The first part went very well. I got a standing ovation when I said I was staying. I had to take two bows!" He shot his husband his grin. The second part not so well." Sean cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "The Sheriff and a CFS Chief Investigator wanted to interview me. They began by reading me my rights. So I exercised them. I told them to contact Henry Bixley. I reminded the Sheriff she had his number already. Then I got up and started to walk out when the CFS guy says it doesn't look good not to answer his questions. Makes me look guilty. I turned and told him if you have questions ask my attorney to set something up so that he is present to advise me like every teacher in this school is being advised by their union attorney. I walked out and slammed the door behind me. What's all this about?"
"Toilet duty, chicken duty, garbage duty, and testosterone." Sean leaned in and whispered, "I think they're all horned up and need to get laid. I know I do." He turned to the four boys. "We're leaving here at 10 AM to go shopping IF your chores are done. Figure it out. We're going upstairs and don't want to be disturbed. Capisci?"
Gunnar rolled his eyes at his fathers, "Ho capito!" He continued arguing, "I'm not on the bloody schedule for bathrooms. It's black and white. I'm on garbage duty all week." He kept holding forth the paper he had taken from the board in the hallway.
Fifth argued, "We agreed to switch things up, so we didn't get stuck with something the entire week."
"When did we do that?" AJ demanded. "You just don't want to do the toilets. You just want to pick up eggs because you're Super Chef now."
"Gitte is on egg duty this week," Erik argued. "I'm on mopping."
Sean took Clay's hand and went upstairs. Sean locked the bedroom door and dropped his clothes. He unzipped his husband's pants, opened the belt, then the clasp, and dropped them to the floor. In one fell swoop, he swallowed Farm Boy's cock and rubbed his nose against the stubble of Clay's red pubic hair.
Clay stripped off his polo and tried to pull Sean to his feet. His husband wasn't budging. He had other plans and he continued to deep throat Clay's massive prick as his dick leaked precum onto Farm Boy's right foot.
Clayton gave in and took hold of Sean's blond locks and began skull fucking his husband. Chief let Farm Boy take the lead and played with his husband's sensitive nipples and ball sack. Clay was picking up steam as he fucked his lover's throat. He came to a screeching halt yelling, "What the Fuck!" Sean had yanked down hard on Clay's balls.
Pulling his head free of the cock buried in his gullet, Chief jumped up and grabbed Farm Boy, whose hands were in his groin, and maneuvered him to the bed. There he pushed him back and quickly had him tied spread eagle.
"Why did you have to ruin my fun, Chief? I would have shot in a few more minutes."
"I know, I saw your ball sack contracting. I have other plans," he ran his fingernail down the sole of Clay's right foot causing him to giggle and writhe. Sean then bent down and kissed the arch of his husband's foot. He followed that by kissing each of Clay's toes while his hands wandered up the strong calf and thigh. Walls crawled between his husband's spread legs and kissed along the calf, the kneecap, the thigh, and then the right testicle.
Chief returned to the foot of the bed and once more ran a fingernail down the sole of the former quarterback's left foot. Once more toes were kissed and Sean began the loving journey up Farm Boy's left leg culminating in a tender kiss to the left testicle.
Clay was trying to figure this game out. "Sean is never boring in the bedroom or the dungeon. Yet after 20 years he had never done this type of foreplay with me. Sure he had sucked him," he thought, "but what was he going for this time?"
Chief was now licking the base of Farm Boy's cock, which was hard as nails again after the brutal assault on his ball sack earlier. He licked and butterfly kissed his way upward toward the partially hooded glans which had started ballooning out of the prepuce. Sean could always count on Clay being a leaker. He produced copious amounts of cock snot even if he just looked admiringly at a well-built man. His team nickname on the Steelers was Spot because there always seemed to be one on his shorts or pants.
"Suck it, Sean! Go down on my dick! Get you Farm Boy off!" Clay began to urge his husband on.
Chief opened his mouth and made it appear he was about to swallow the 9-inch spike before him. He jerked it roughly producing more cock snot which flowed over his hands. Then he stopped, looked at Clay, and said, "Oh, you think this is about your needs. Sorry to disappoint. It's about what I need right now." Sean wiped the cock snot on his hands onto his ass. Chief turned his back to his husband so he could watch the show. He positioned his husband's cock at his anus and sat down. "Yesssssssssssss!" Sean said huskily. Then he started long dicking himself on Farm Boy's fleshy spear.
Clay's eyes rolled back in his head as Sean sat down. His husband's ass was always tight, and he was relishing the tight fit. Farm Boy watched his Sir pleasure himself on his bare cock. He rode up and down in long strides showing off the strength of his legs. Clay wanted to touch his Chief's back so badly, but he could only look.
Sean turned his body slightly to the right as he adjusted his legs to get a new position for the big cock he was riding in his ass. Farm Boy recognized the move as he had traveled around the world many times on Sean's axis. Sean kept moving every 10 to 15 strokes. He had traveled 90 degrees now and Clay could see the cock snot running down his hubby's cock. Within 45 strokes Chief was staring into his husband's loving eyes and Clay was staring back into Sean's eyes twinkling with mischief and desire.
Walls closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and concentrated on fucking himself. Each time he opened them he would stare with lust and desire at his husband.
The rye little smile adorning his partner's face was well known to Clay. Sean used it whenever he wanted to have sex.
"Come on Chief! Please let me loose so I can touch your hot sexy body."
Sean smiled wickedly and licked his lips as he used his hands to paw at Farm Boy's nipples which only enlarged his lover's already swollen penis more. It's pulsing letting Sean know Clay was getting close.
Farm Boy bucked his hips and tried to participate as much as he could restrained spread eagle, but he knew that his Chief was in charge. So he decided to define the scene. "Ok fuck boy, you want my cock, ride it deeper. Deeper fuck wad. Paw my nipples, pinch them. There you go bitch that's better but you're still not moving that ass of yours fast enough."
Sean started rotating around the world again feeling Clay's dick hit its mark from different angles. This time Chief rotated much faster around the penile axis in his ass. He soon was facing his husband once more with a wicked grin on his face. He could see Farm Boy's face and chest flushed with passion as his lover called him a fuck wad, slut, whore, bitch, and other sometimes incoherent mumblings. He pulled his ass up and completely off the rampant cock which was suddenly surrounded by cold air.
Clay, who had closed his eyes as he berated his spouse, opened his eyes and stared at Sean. "Please Sir, don't leave me hanging! Did you cum? Sir, I'm so close!"
"Oh, now I'm your Sir. I thought I was your whore, bitch, fuck wad, toy boy, bussy, pussy, faggot, and slut."
"Sorry Sir, Use me, Sir. I'm your dildo. Use me to pleasure yourself. Please, Sir." Sean rolled off Farm Boy completely, got out of the bed, and walked around it. "Please, Sir!"
Sean jumped back on the bed and deftly straddled Clay and sank back onto the leaking penis taking it to the hilt in a slow but deliberate slide. Both men sighed.
Chief now had his back once more to Farm Boy. He built up his rhythm of rising and falling on the cock in his ass. He felt his lover's cock's telltale pulse return. He stroked his own tool to hurry along his own orgasm. It took longer than he had expected but eventually he spewed four thick ropes of semen over the bedspread and onto the floor. The clenching of his ass muscles during his orgasm sent Clay over the edge as he dumped 6 blasts of man seed into his husband's plowed ass. Sean sat still on the slowly softening cock.
Eventually, Sean regained his composure from his multiple orgasms. He lifted his ass from Clay's cock and clenched his ass shut. He backed up on the bed and position his ass over Farm Boy's face. "Suck it out dildo!" Chief ordered.
Farm Boy opened his mouth and used his tongue to begin licking his husband's asshole. Chief began a gentle downward pressure to help push the deeply sown cum toward his anus. Clay sucked and licked and finally was rewarded with his semen mixed with Chief's anal fluids. He hummed as he felched his Chief knowing he had served him well.
Sean lifted his ass from Clay's mouth and turned around on the bed. He released his husband's right hand from the leather restraints. "Get yourself loose and join me in the shower." The blond hunk left the bed and strode to the bathroom and started the shower.
Farm Boy rolled to his left, fumbled with the tongue and clasp, but finally unbuckled the restraint. Sitting up he made short work of the ankle restraints as well though it did take a few stretches to reach them.
Clay entered the bathroom and knelt at Sean's feet and kissed his left foot, right foot, and left foot again. He kissed the tip of his Chief's uncut cock before standing and hugging his husband under the stream of water from the rain head shower nozzle. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did Sir."
Sean kissed his husband, "Yeppers boy! There's not much we do that I don't enjoy." He began soaping down Clay's chest spending time teasing the erect nipples with the luffa.
"I don't think we have time for round 2 Chief. We have some teens waiting on us at 10."
Sean handed the luffa to Clay and picked up another for himself. He soaped his luffa and began scrubbing down quickly. Farm Boy followed suit. After rinsing off the couple toweled off and picked out matching clothes for the shopping trip. -- Jeans, light blue polos, leather sandals, and a black and gray handkerchief, Clay wore his hankies in the right back pocket and Sean wore his set in the left back pocket. Sean added his wallet and sunglasses from his dressing table. Exactly at 10, they descended the stairs to find Papu, Erik, and Gunnar waiting on them. Clay headed to the office for his wallet and the keys to the Escalade.
"Where are your brothers?" Sean inquired.
"Last we heard, they were still arguing," Erik replied.
"More like screaming at each other from their bedroom doors," Gun added.
Sean went to the intercom and pushed the button for Fifth's room. A string of profanity, laced with racial and homophobic slurs filled the entrance hall. Sean released the button cutting off the sound, but not before Clay too had heard Fifth call his brother, "...A cock sucking faggot nigger!" and Andrew's reply "...fudge packing, spic, queen."
"Let's go," Sean stated as he opened the front door and the party walked to the garage. He commented to Clay as they walked, "We'll deal with them tonight." The boys' day out group left for their day together.
"Pops, where are we going to stop first?" Erik asked.
"Well, I was thinking of an early lunch. How about we try Laishley's Crab House? We can sit outside and watch the boats in the harbor."
Gunnar asked, "Have we been there before?"
"You guys were probably too young to remember," Clay added. "It was a disaster trying to muster control of 6 under the age of 7," he chuckled.
"He wasn't laughing then guys," Pops added laughing at the memory. "He was red-faced and angry. You each got your butts popped once before you got back in the car for the trip back to the ranch."
"Hopefully they will be better behaved his trip," Clay wished.
They traveled down King's Highway through Lake Suzy. Clay turned their vehicle onto Interstate 75 and got off 2 exits later onto US 17. They drove into Punta Gorda and turned right onto Nesbit Street, crossed Etta Esplanade, pulled into Laishley Court, and parked.
Erik moaned, "Dad, they don't open until 11. We have got to wait 25 minutes!"
Pops answered, "Erik why don't all of us walk through the park? If you were younger, I'd even suggest entertaining yourself at the Splash Pad." Sean chuckled. Erik rolled his eyes.
"I'd like to get a closer look at some of the vessels at the marina," Papu commented as he led the way through the parking lot with his two grandsons in tow.
"Thank God for your dad," Clay commented to Sean. "He'll keep them distracted talking about various features on the boats until the restaurant opens for lunch." Sean simply nodded and held his husband's hand as they walked behind the group.
Forty-five minutes later, Papu said, "You know guys, I'm a bit peckish. Shall we do lunch?"
"Yeah, I'm peckish too," Erik agreed seemingly having forgotten he's been starving just 45 minutes ago.
When they got upstairs, they ran into Gitta returning from the restroom. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Glad to see you too," Pops replied. "We're having lunch here."
"Great minds think alike," Gitte responded as she headed out to the balcony to join the other women.
"Can you seat us near their party?" Papu inquired of the maître de.
"Certainly Sir. Follow me please." The maître de grabbed five menus and led the way to the table next to the ladies of the family. "Rose Ann will be your server. She will be right with you." Then he headed back to the front of the house.
"Can't seem to get away from you guys," Andrea teased.
"We're like ants attracted to sugar," Papu commented.
"Bees to flowers would have been sweeter dear," Andrea chided him.
"Oh woman, you got my point." The couple laughed.
Martha inquired, "Where are Fifth and AJ?"
"At home fighting," Erik gloated. "They didn't want to follow the chore list. Gun and I did our thing, so the floors are mopped, and the garbage is out."
Vic added, `I predict a Come to Jesus meeting after dinner tonight."
"More like Come to Papas meeting," Gunnar suggested. The teens giggled.
Clay's cell phone rang. It was Fifth. "Dad, you left us!"
"Hello to you too Fifth. Yes, we left you."
"Why?"
"Your chores weren't done by 10 as Pops told you."
"Pops told us to be done by 10?"
"Yes, he did. Of course, you were too busy screaming obscenities at each other to have noticed. Yet Erik and Gunnar did their assigned tasks."
"When are we going to do our school and wedding shopping?"
"We can run you up to Walmart tomorrow."
"Walmart! But Dad!"
Rose Ann arrived at the table to take drink orders. "We will discuss it tonight at 7:30 PM in the library," Clay ended the call.
"We're in deep shit," Fifth looked at AJ sadly. "We are to be in the library at 7:30 tonight. Dad also says we're to do the chores on the assignment list."
"Guess you better tape it back together, asshole," You got too big for your britches again and now we're both in trouble."
"If you hadn't mouthed off, we could be out shopping with everybody else."
"Me! You forget you started ordering everybody about. None of us wanted to hear it," AJ turned and headed to do the dusting he had been assigned. After pouting a few more minutes Fifth started cleaning his bathroom first, only eleven more to go.
Back in Punta Gorda, the ladies were talking about the dress Martha had found at the little dress shop on Nesbit Street. "That orange ombre is perfect for a fall wedding, Martha," Andrea commented.
"I love the little sheer cape that covers the bodice," Vic stated.
Gitte added, "It also shows off your figure well Mormor M."
"I bought my dress for each wedding there. Afterward, I take them to the Resale Shoppe in Arcadia. It gives another lady a reasonably priced used item for a big event."
"Where are we going to shop?" Gunnar asked his fathers.
"I was thinking of taking you guys to Fisherman's Village and letting you explore the stores there for school clothes," Clay told them.
"When we finish there, we're going down to Fort Myers to the Men's Warehouse to the wedding looks," Pops interjected. "I don't know what we'll do if Walmart doesn't have what the other two need for the wedding."
"Yes, you do, son. You'll drive down to Men's Warehouse again and outfit them," Alexander informed his youngest son. "It's the right thing to do."
Sean nodded, "You're right as always. What's everybody having? I've decided on the Grouper Reuben."
"Sounds good Andreas but I've decided on their Cuban Sandwich," Papu announced.
Gunnar added, "I'm leaning toward either Southern Style Blue Crab Cake or a Fish Taco."
"Not me," Erik noted, "I'm going with their California Chicken Club."
"Last but not least," Clay chimed in, "I'm going for the Fried Shrimp Basket."
"Doesn't sound like any of us will go hungry," Papu laughed.
"Then for dessert, I'll order the Brownie Bash," Gunnar stated.
"Oh that sounds good bro, but Peanut butter Pie is on the menu too," Erik said.
"Yeah, they will be well fed," Clay laughed. Rose Ann arrived with their drinks and took their orders. Gunnar decided on the Blue Crab.
The waiter serving the ladies brought the salads they had ordered to their table. Andrea thanked him, "Oscar, you're such a good waiter. Thank you for taking such good care of us."
The young man beamed. He returned with refills for their drink order.
The ladies didn't order dessert and were on their way a lot quicker than the five guys. "We're heading north to the Sarasota Mall. We should be able to find everything we need for school and the wedding," Martha told her son as they prepared to leave. "If you get home before us, please check on your dad."
"Will do Mom," Clay responded. Martha kissed the top of his head, waved at the other 4 guys, and led the ladies from the restaurant. Andrea stopped to kiss Alexander before following the group.
After consuming their Brownie Bashes - a warm chocolate brownie served with vanilla bean ice cream topped with whipped cream and caramel, the five guys headed to the Fisherman's Village. Three shops and $580 later, Gunnar and Erik felt they would be presentable for school for at least a week. The quintet departed for the short drive to Fort Myers to complete their shopping at Men's Warehouse.
At 4:45 the guys returned to Arcadia. Pulling into the garage Sean parked the car and everyone piled out. Erik and Gunnar removed their various bags from the back. They carried everything around the main house toward T2. Inside their wing, they found it eerily quiet. Fifth and Andrew had their doors closed.
Papu announced, "I'm going to take a quick dip in the pool and take a nap before dinner."
"Enjoy Dad," Sean replied. "I'm going to start dinner."
Farm Boy informed Chief, "I'm going to walk over and check on Dad. Then I'll text Mom if he's OK. What are you planning for dinner?"
"I'm going to cook one of those Black Label hams. For the side, I'll do potatoes, green beans, and cubed ham."
"Sounds delicious. When I get back, we need a few minutes to discuss how we're handing the other two after dinner."
"Well, the nuclear option is out. I'll think on it while I prep the meal." The couple kissed and Clay headed over to his mom and dad's home through the field.
In the kitchen, Sean decided to pull two canned hams from the pantry. "Ten pounds should feed everyone well and leave leftovers," he thought. He placed them in a baking dish and then mixed brown sugar and crushed pineapple. He sliced a crisscross pattern into the tops of the hams and spread the mixture evenly over them before putting them in the oven at 350 degrees. Then he pulled out the one pot and poured in an entire bag of frozen green beans, a package of cubed ham, a half bag of frozen diced onion, and three cans of white potatoes. He set the device for pressure cooking pork for 30 minutes and was done and headed for the pool.
Papu was still relaxing in the pool when Sean stripped off his clothes and walked into the shallow end.
"Dinner underway already? That didn't take you long."
"It's an easy meal. I've learned how to do things quickly to feed this crowd."
"Andreas, I know how you discipline your children is none of my business. However, what are your thoughts on how you're going to deal with the two older boys?"
"Dad, I don't know. In the past, if they shirked a chore, they got that chore for a month while still going through the chore rotation. That gave someone a week off from chores. I'm more upset by the homophobic and racial slurs they were throwing around."
"You can only try to instill respect in them. They're now old enough to start making decisions about whether they will be or not. Actions..."
"Have consequences," Sean finished his father's oft-quoted line from his days of being reprimanded. The two laughed and Alexander splashed water at his son. Two naked teenagers cannonballed into the pool surprising the two men.
"Gotcha," Gun hollered as he splashed his father and grandfather.
Sean fought back by splashing Gunnar while Papu splashed Erik. It was this water war that Clay walked into returning from checking on his father. He stripped off his clothes and did his cannonball into the pool.
The noise and laughter got the attention of Fifth and AJ. The two came out of their rooms at the same time. Neither spoke to the other as they walked outside in their sarongs. They stood watching the quintet in the pool but made no move to join in.
Sean hollered, "You two tired, or are you going to join us?"
The two boys looked confused for a moment then dropped their sarongs and jumped into the pool. They were immediately met with splashing from the five other guys. Within minutes it was as if all was well though both boys knew the reckoning would happen later.
Sean's smartwatch went off at 5:30. He got out of the pool, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed into the kitchen. Papu followed him out of the pool, but he lay down on a chaise lounge to soak up some evening sun and dry off.
The four teens turned on Clay. He held them off for a few minutes before Gunnar dove under and rammed his body into the back of his dad's knees, buckling them and causing Clay to fall backward into the pool. Each teen grabbed an appendage and lifted their father so he could breathe then they pulled him under again before lifting him once more. They continued the dunking action for 4 or 5 minutes before Clay pulled one of his legs free and escaped their assault.
"Uncle!" he shouted as he lifted his hands in surrender. The boys splashed him one more time as he exited the pool. He picked up his clothes and pulled his phone from its holder. A message from his mother acknowledged that her husband was fine and that he is watching the ducks. She also alerted him that they were stopping for dinner at the Cracker Barrel at Interstate 75 and Kings Highway. She estimated being home by 6:30 or 7 and would bring something for her husband's dinner.
Clay toweled off and strode across the deck to the house to alert Sean. As he entered the kitchen Chief said, "Oh good, you're here. Would you set the dining room table please?"
"No need it's just us guys. The ladies are at Cracker Barrel."
"OK, please set the kitchen table for seven. Dinner is ready." Sean stated as he walked outside to summon his dad and his sons to the table. When he returned a few minutes later, he saw that Clay had opted for paper plates. Farm Boy had not been particular about placing the flatware -- a fork and knife occupied each plate along with a napkin. He was currently filling 7 water glasses at the refrigerator dispenser.
The men of the family gathered at the table wrapped in towels or sarongs. Papu led the blessing. "Christ our God, bless the food and drink of your servants, for you are holy always, now and forever, and to the ages of ages. Amen."
The platter of ham was passed around as well as the tureen of green beans and potatoes. There was very little talking as they began the meal. As they moved further into the meal the family discussion began. Gunnar wanted to know, "Pops are we having dessert?"
"Did you make something?" Pops replied.
"No, but I thought you might have whipped something up."
"I didn't. I figured that brownie bash should be enough for the day. After all, Erik and you each had your own while Papu, Dad, and I shared one."
"Guess there is always ice cream, cookies, or popcorn," Gun noted.
"Don't forget root beer floats, chips, dips, or pretzels," AJ added.
"Sound like you have an after-dinner plan. I cooked and Dad set the table. Guess that means you know who is on cleanup duty," Pops smiled as he put down his fork.
When everyone was finished, Clay walked out to get the mail and bring it back into the office. Sean and his father went to the family room and turned on the TV and caught up on the day's news on MSNBC.
Shortly after 7, the ladies arrived home and began carrying in their purchases while chattering about the adventures they had had shopping. Alexander, Sean, and Clay listened as the ladies shared about all the things they had purchased and the places they had been. At 7:25 Sean's smartwatch beeped, and he excused himself and went upstairs to the library.
Both Fifth and Andrew were seated opposite their fathers' chairs. Clay came out of the master suite at 7:30 and joined his husband facing the two teens. Neither man said anything for a few minutes as they stared at their sons. The silence was deafening.
"Why are we having this meeting," Pops began.
"We argued over chores," Fifth offered.
"Yes," Clay responded, "And?"
The two teens looked at each other unsure how to answer.
Pops intervened, "Perhaps this will refresh your memories: cock sucker, faggot, nigger, fudge packing, spic, queen., Need I say more?"
The two teens didn't respond.
"Andrew Joseph Reed-Walls," Clay continued. "One would have thought that your experience of last week would have kept you on the straight and narrow path for more than 4 days. You seem to have learned very little to nothing. What do you have to say for yourself?" Both parents focused on AJ's face.
The boy gulped. "I did learn not to threaten the family. My behavior today was in response to my brother ordering us around and trying to change assigned duties. He thinks because he's the oldest we must do what he says when he says it. That's not an excuse but it was my motivation. I am sick and tired of the "I'm the oldest" card being played."
"Leon Clayton Reed-Walls V, it is now your turn," Clay stated as the two men then turned to Fifth.
"I admit I was ordering my brothers around. I didn't think the schedule was supposed to start until next week and I didn't want to clean the bathrooms."
Clay produced a copy of the chore assignments he had printed earlier when he brought the mail in and noticed it was missing. "I didn't see the assignment sheet on the bulletin board, so I printed a copy." He handed it to Fifth. "Please tell me what it says on the top."
Fifth took the paper and read, "July Chore Assignments."
"There is no question of not knowing clear intent. This was worked out a week ago."
Both boys answered, "Yes, Sir."
Clay continued, "For breaking the Chore Assignments and causing this hubbub, you each have your assigned chores for this week extended for 8 weeks in addition to whatever your new weekly assignment may be."
Fifth went to open his mouth but Andrew cut him off. "OK Dad, Pops, I'm sorry. I'll be dusting and polishing for the next 8 weeks."
Fifth simply answered, "Yes Sir.
Sean began, "I have watched you play the I'm the oldest card for years now Fifth. Neither of us has ever spoken of your births in detail. I think I need to share that before we talk about your language issues. Your birth mother's labor was a difficult one. It was not progressing, and the doctors were worried. A sonogram revealed that one of you had started into the birth canal with his head and the other's foot was preventing him from progressing further. They decided on a Cesarean Section. Once your birth mother was prepared, it was easier to remove the baby whose foot was in the way first. Therefore Fifth you were born first when Andrew would have been first if your foot hadn't prevented it. It is probably the reason, I believe, you are slightly smaller than him." Both boys stared at each other. "We can't change the way the doctor removed you from the womb. However, you can change the way you interact with each other and the rest of your siblings."
Both teens answered, "Yes Sir."
"Now as to your language. Neither you your parents utilize slurs the way you two were throwing them around today. I know there is both locker room and street talk out in the world. You were not raised to use it. We thought we had taught you better. We are not so naïve to believe you haven't been exposed to it and perhaps used it on occasion. But your use of it today tore at both our hearts." Sean paused.
"While we are not niggers or spics, we have endured being called faggots, fudge packers, cock suckers, queens, bum boys, nellies, fairies, and more. Now we must assume our sons would apply those terms to us as well." Both boys swallowed hard.
"You live under our roof. You put your feet under our table. You eat and drink the food we provide. We clothe you and provide for you. Yet you have revealed what you think of homosexual in your choice of language." Another long pause.
"So you didn't get to go shopping today," Clay entered the fray. "You missed out on a fun day in which we ate out and shopped at the Fisherman's Village as well as the Men's Warehouse. If you had been with us, you would have had a much wider range of clothing from which to choose. Instead, you will be shopping at Walmart."
"Our job this evening is to impose a further punishment. It is a punishment that Papu and Mormor A employed with me once when my mouth got the better of me. I'll be back in a minute." Sean went into the bedroom and picked up the box he had prepared earlier.
Upon his return, he ordered, "Stand up and close your eyes." Both of his sons did so immediately. Sean gave Farm Boy a handkerchief and he took the second one and they blindfolded the boys.
"Hands behind your backs." Again both boys complied. Using a length of rope Sean and Clay tied each of the teen's wrists behind their backs.
"Kneel," Sean barked. The two sank awkwardly to their knees.
"You are each going to be physically punished for 5 minutes. Your hands are bound to prevent you from stopping the punishment. If either of you interrupt the punishment in any way, the timer will start over for both of you. Understood?"
"Yes Sir," the boys both replied.
"Open your mouths," Pops ordered. As the boys did so, Sean set the timer for 5 minutes and then placed a new bar of Life Buoy Soap into each of their mouths.
Before the introduction of the soap, each boy's imagination was running wild with what their fathers had planned. The reality was not something they had contemplated. The taste was awful, it was irritating their tongues, The soap mixing with saliva soon had drool running down their chins and dripping onto their chests. The five minutes seemed like an eternity and both teens were glad to hear the ding of the timer. Sean removed the soap as Clay released the knots holding the rope bindings. The boys removed the blindfolds. Clay and Sean helped them stand. Each father hugged each boy, told them they were loved, and not to repeat the offense,
Sean then handed each boy the bar of soap that had been in their mouths. "Let these remind you of your promises today not to repeat the offense. Now go have fun." The two boys tore downstairs.
Sean and Clay collapsed into their chairs. "Part of me will be glad when they are on their own. I'm sure we'll still worry about them, but this having to discipline them is exhausting," Sean admitted.
"I agree. All I want to do now is go to bed and sleep."
"Great idea Farm Boy. Let's call it an early night." The couple entered their bedroom, closed the door, removed their towels, and crawled into bed. Within minutes soft snoring could be heard through the spooning couple's bedroom door.