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Hard As Nails: Ch 6 -- Doing Our Thing
Gitte had awakened from her nap before Victoria. She grabbed her sketch pad and sat out in the common area listening to very soft guitar music featuring works by Bach, Albeniz, Tarrega, Barrios, and Ponce. She was working on a portrait of her uncle's fiancé. Colonel Harriet T. Mitchell. She was concentrating on getting the smile and eyes correct and was having difficulty capturing the way Harri's smile, and eyes worked together. She didn't hear Vic as she came down the stairs wrapped in her sarong. The older girl walked over and watched in amazement as her sister worked.
"Gitte, you are amazing. I wish was a quarter as good as you. You have Pops' talent for drawing," she said placing her hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Thank you, Vic, but you have your strengths too. While I love to dance, I can't move as you do. When are tryouts?"
"Dad said that we're all going up to the school tomorrow to register officially and sign up for tryouts and classes. Our transcripts should have arrived by now but he picked up sealed copies before we left Christmas."
Gitte grabbed her abdomen. "Vic do you have any Pamprin or Midol upstairs?"
"Better than that sister I have a box of each right here in the cabinet by the sink. Which do you want?"
"Let me try the Pamprin first. I hate this monthly travail."
"What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. We'll be like the Greek gods by the time we're 21." Victoria laughed. "Here's your pill and a glass of water."
"Thank you." Birgitte swallowed the pill with the water. "Do you think one of us will get stuck cooking tonight? I sort of don't want to show my face until dinner time at 6."
"Did Dad or Pops call us to cook? I don't recall the intercom thing going off so I'm not going to worry about it. I made them lunch."
"I didn't hear it either. What did you think of this whole thing with AJ?"
Vic settled into a chair opposite the couch where Gitte lay her sketchbook put aside. "I've seen Dad and Pops angry in the past. I was shocked at the whole mess. I understand their reasoning about not wanting to see all of us in foster care if there was an investigation. I kept looking at Dad's eyes. I could see the anger and I saw great sadness. But his jawline was set, you know that look." Gitte nodded. "There was no way he wasn't carrying through."
"Isn't it funny how we can read our biological father better than the other?" Gitte noted. "Pops eyes were sad too. But I'm not sure if he was sadder for AJ or Dad."
"You ever notice how Pops usually takes the lead. Yet he let Dad throw AJ out. I wonder if he didn't agree?" Vic continued. "Anyway, I hope we never have to live through something like that again!"
"I know what you mean about Pops. Dad defers to him in almost everything. Yet they do seem to be on the same page when it comes to raising us. Vic let's talk about something else. I know, what should we wear to a military wedding? Something in khaki," Gitte giggled at her joke. Vis threw an accent pillow at her.
"It will be a fall wedding though it's not after Labor Day. We can wear white shoes. Step one of our ensembles is planned. Oh, you have that orange umbra dress with the fall leaves as part of the umbra design. That would be stunning with a fall leaf fascinator," Vic commented.
"Oh, and you have that headband Grandpa made you from pheasant feathers. But you don't have anything in browns or rusts. You're typically blues and greens. We just need to go shopping to purchase a dress for you and shoes for me."
"Maybe we can convince Mormor to come along with us. She likes to shop down in Fort Myers and will know the best places for deals."
"There is that Outlet Mall down there as well. Or we could go over to Sarasota."
"Gitte we could try that place downtown in Arcadia that does vintage resales."
"I was planning on hitting it for something for school so I would stand out," Gitte admitted.
"Oh, I think the new football coach's 6 children will stand out in town. Oh, my nails are horrible!" Vic cried. "Feel like doing a manicure on each other before dinner?"
Gitte looked at her nails as well, "My nails are sad looking too! How about a mani-pedi? I've got the nail polish remover in my bath. Wait until you see this new nail polish, I picked up last week. It's the lightest pink I've seen but it sparkles in the light." She hurried off to her bathroom to retrieve the things she mentioned as well as cotton and her nail dryer. "Do you want me to bring out all my colors or are you going to use one of yours?" she called from the bathroom.
"How about I pick from your stock this time. I'm not exactly sure where mine have ended up. I have four more boxes to go through." Vic went to the kitchen and got a dishpan from under the sink and poured Epson salts into it then added warm water. She carried it to the table and started clearing space. She then got a bowl of soapy water for their nails to soak in.
Gitte arrived with her supplies and soon the dining table looked like a nail salon. "Vic you start soaking your feet and nails while I get some towels. Then I'll start your nails." Vic slipped her feet into the saltwater and her fingers into the bowl. Gitte returned and started with Vic's left hand removing the remnants of nail polish that still clung to them. For the next two hours, the sisters chatted about fashion, their choice of nail colors, and boys. "Do you think it will be easy finding a boyfriend down here? All the good ones are probably taken," Gitte pondered absentmindedly.
"Sister dear, these skanks can't hold a match to either of us. We're both smart, well maybe that's not a plus. We're pretty, that's a plus-plus and our father is a coach as well as an algebra teacher. The boys will be attracted and cautious."
The intercom buzzed and Pops announced. Dinner has just arrived. Then he sang into the intercom, "Shall we gather at the table, the beautiful, beautiful table. Shall we gather at the table that sits in the ki..itch..en." He laughed at himself.
"Well a nap did him good," Vic proclaimed as she carefully readjusted her sarong. Gitte retrieved her Sarang from the couch and carefully wrapped herself in it. They headed to the kitchen in the main house.
Pops had emptied the contents of each food container onto a plate. Clay was pouring water into their glasses. "Wings," Victoria said. "WE could have gone out and had them at a restaurant." Fifth licked his finger and gave himself one point on the air scoreboard. Erik gave him a high five.
"What was that for you two?" Gitte demanded.
"Oh, simply the oldest boy of the house predicted y'all would want to go out to eat," Erik explained.
"But I wanted to stay home," AJ shared. "I've had enough away trips to last a lifetime."
"Gitte, I just had a revelation!" Vic announced. "How about we call our wing," she beat a drumroll on the table, "The Salon."
"Given we just did our mani-pedis there, I think it's a brilliant idea."
Pops announced, "Testosterone House is now officially The Salon, Mademoiselles Victoria, and Birgitte, proprietors.
"Then can we call the Quad Testosterone House II?" Gunnar inquired. He looked to his three male siblings.
"Gun, how about Testosterone House 2.0?" Fifth suggested. "I get it, second version rather than a successor to the old. I like it," Gunnar stated. "AJ. Erik your thoughts."
AJ replied, "I'm down with it. Can we say grace and get this meal started? I'm still hungry."
"Well looks like that's three yeses. I won't oppose it just don't expect me to design tee-shirts for it," Erik joked.
Pops commented, "Well, I'm glad that is settled. Erik, would you say grace for us, please?"
Erik reached for the hands of those around him, bowed his head for a full minute, and said, "Grace. Amen." His two dads looked at him and broke out laughing. The rest of the table was soon chuckling away.
"That was short and sweet Erik," Dad remarked. Are you trying to win a prize for the quickest table prayer in Guinness or something?"
"Dad that record belongs to someone already," AJ chimed in.
"Ok, I'll bite." Clay retorted. "Who holds it?"
"The Pope." AJ answered pretending to crown his head with a miter before making the sign of the cross over the table and saying, "Amen."
Pops and Dad suppressed their laughter but grinned at their fourth child. His siblings laughed, and Gunnar slapped Andrew on his butt. The rest of the meal flowed smoothly and once the table had been cleared the family gathered for their evening planning session.
"Thank you all for a great dinner tonight. I enjoyed hearing you laugh and share during the meal," Pops began. "Tomorrow we all go down to the school to finish enrollment. Our appointment is at 2 o'clock. Best impression school attire will be required so, Fifth no baseball cap or jeans with holes, Erick no flip flops, Ladies, no short shirts or shorts. Gunnar you don't need to bring your laptop. AJ," he paused, "I can't think of a time you didn't dress to impress in school."
The teen stood up and bowed. "Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week." "Coach. Reed, you should wear a tie," Sean concluded. The teens all pointed at their dad and teased him for being included in Pops' list.
"For my part, Mr. Walls, may I suggest you dress down for tomorrow. No tuxedo required. This is Arcadia after all." Clay chuckled while his children now ribbed their other parent.
"Now for the business side of things. Tomorrow, Andrew, you're doing the rounds with me. However, because of the school appointment, we need to start earlier. So breakfast at 7:30."
"I'll make a frittata for breakfasts for everyone," Sean stated.
"Pops! That's my job now," Fifth asserted.
Sean corrected himself, "Fifth will make the frittata. So Fifth set your alarm for 6:30 so you can get it in the oven by 7." The teen pulled out his iPhone and set his alarm for 6:30.
"Done deal Pops," Fifth replied.
"If I may continue," Clay interjected. "My understanding is that work on the chicken coop is done until Thursday so the footing can cure. I suggest breaking up moving boxes as well as preparing to receive the rest of our belongings from Oak Haven. Papu texted me earlier that the movers didn't show until 4 today. They estimate having our things delivered Wednesday morning now. Wednesday at 3 PM is the weekly meeting of the division heads for the various Reed Enterprises. Pops and I want all of you to attend so you get an idea of the scope of our family's business dealings. We'll be talking about setting a new time for those meetings in the future to better align with my teaching and coaching schedule."
"Dad, if running the business is such a massive job, why do you still need to teach?" Erik inquired.
Clay shot his son one of his shit-eating grins before responding, "Cause I`m a glutton for punishment."
Chief interjected, "Really?"
Farm Boy swallowed hard before adding, "I enjoy working with teenagers like you guys. Besides I'd like to get my 20 years in for pension purposes."
"I thought we were set financially," Vic commented.
"We're not on the way to the poor house by any means. It was a personal goal of mine to teach for 30 years." That's not possible now. However, my good husband has agreed to help run the business here until I reach the 20-year mark in 5 years. At that point, all of you should be in college. Any more questions?" Everyone shook their heads no. "I love you and hope you have a great evening doing whatever. Pops and I will be in the office if you need us for anything."
The group broke up and went their separate ways.
Back in Testosterone House 2.0 the brothers gathered in the media room and surfed through ESPN channels. They settled on a Marlins game. Fifth commented, "Did you hear Vic and Gitte talking about all the sister bonding shit they're doing in the Salon?"
"It's a girl thing, bro. What do you expect?" Erik noted.
"Yeah, but shouldn't we have a guy thing?" Fifth continued.
Gunnar asked, "You want us to brush each other's hair and do our fingernails and toenails?"
Fifth raised his middle finger at his youngest brother.
"Aren't we doing our thing right now?" AJ questioned.
"Yeah, but I just wondered if there was something else we could do together."
A triple play on the screen garnered their attention for a bit.
"Well sitting around watching sports and drinking beer, excuse me root beer, is pretty much a guy thing brother," AJ reminded him.
"Unless you want to watch porn," Erik suggested.
Andrew glared at his brother, "Didn't you learn a thing from what happened to me! No porn in the house. No underage drinking. You don't want to experience the feelings of helplessness, rejection, and self-loathing I went through." AJ teared up a bit recalling the past 24 hours.
Gunnar went over and squeezed into the chair Andrew was sitting in and put his arm around his shoulders. "No, AJ, we don't. We're so glad Dad and Pops relented and welcomed you back into the family." AJ snuggled into his younger brother's embrace.
Fifth hit the arm of his chair, "Enough! We all learned a lesson. Let's move on."
Erik called him out for being bossy, "Who made you the boss? You trying to imitate Dad with that slapping shit and hollering `enough'?"
The oldest of the brothers thought a moment. "I guess I did, didn't I," Fifth laughed. "Chip right off the old block."
"How about popcorn and sodas?" AJ asked to change the subject.
"I'll make the popcorn," Gunnar stated as he wiggled out of the chair with AJ and headed to the kitchen. He started the first bag in the microwave and pulled out 4 cans of root beer. Checking the freezer he saw they had a gallon of vanilla ice cream on hand. He got down four beer mugs and added a scoop of ice cream to each then started pouring the carbonated beverage over the ice cream. The first bag finished popping and he started the second bag. He put the root beer floats on a tray and carried them to his brothers.
"Sweet," Erik stated as he saw the treat his brother had made for them.
"I'll be back with the popcorn in a jiff," Gun allowed. He returned to the kitchen and divided the two bags of popcorn into four individual dishes before serving them to his siblings.
They resumed watching the game while enjoying their snack. Gunnar noticed that the cameraman kept focusing between plays on a particularly hirsute man behind the Marlins' dugout. The man had taken off his shirt in the evening heat and his auburn chest hairs were matted from perspiration. His nipples were huge and protruded through the curly mat of hair. Gun noted the man's thick lips were framed by a trim beard. He also noticed the gentleman licked his lips often. No sooner than the thought crossed his mind, Gunnar's prick was at full attention.
Erik noticed his brother's cock at full mast. "Looks like someone is horny!"
Fifth and AJ glanced at each other, then at Gunnar. "Whoa stud, what got you all hot and bothered?"
Gun was mortified, "Not sure, bro, I had a brief thought about what a blow job would feel like, and wham bam, my dick's like, "Here I am!" Sorry guys."
"Why be sorry?" Fifth added. His cock sprang to life. "We're teenagers and horny as hell. I know we all jack off and I haven't had the chance today at all." He continued watching the game but was now slowly stroking his 8-inch uncut penis edging himself.
All four brothers were now showing hard and slowly working their erections. Erik stated, "Gun was thinking about a blow job. I'm thinking about squeezing my dick between Connie Trewer's two big breasts. What about you guys?"
AJ laughed, "I was wondering about what it would be like to fuck Connie!"
"Now if you want to fuck a fine piece of ass, Terri Knowles comes highly recommended by the senior squad," Fifth mused.
All four teens were now flogging their shafts lost in their fantasies. Erik was the first to blow his load all over his chest. Fifth fired his load and part of it hot him in his face coating his nose, mouth, and forehead in semen. Gunnar noticed his brother lick the cum from around his mouth with his tongue. That sent him over the edge with him emptying his load all over the arm of his chair. Finally, AJ shot his load straight up into the air. It fell with a plop into his empty popcorn dish.
The four teens scrambled to get paper towels and clean up before they resumed watching the game. "Well, that's something the girls can't do." Fifth stated.
"Well at least not like we just did," Erik concluded. Just then their fathers knocked and walked in. The couple made their way to the media room where the game was playing. "Who's winning? Dad asked.
"Still scoreless in the 5th," Erik informed him.
"Glad to see you're enjoying each other's company over a game," Pops commented. Is that popcorn I smell?"
"Yes Sir, I made snacks for everyone," Gun replied.
"Including root beer floats!" AJ added. "You guys missed out."
"I'm sure we did," Pops admitted as his keen sense of smell picked up on another scent in the air.
"Have a good night, fellas. Don't stay up too late. 6:30 comes quickly," Dad allowed.
The guys were watching the game as their fathers exited and walked back to the main house. "Those boys have only been in that house for 2 days and it smells like a cum dump already," Sean informed Clay.
"Boys will boys Chief. Speaking of cum dumps, I could use a load or two or three tonight. I'm sort of keyed up." He grabbed at his Chief's cock as they passed the pool. Sean grabbed his husband's shoulders and steered him into the water.
Sean swam for the grotto with Clay close behind. Inside the dark cave-like space, Sean sat on the tabletop and pulled Clay's face to his groin. Farm Boy needed no further promoting he was on Chief's cock like white on rice. His loud slurping sounds were concealed by the waterfall. Sean leaned back and propped himself up with his elbows. He welcomed the cool darkness of the grotto and appreciated the oral skills Clay had developed over the years. He sensed an urgency in Farm Boy's need to have his seed in his mouth.
Clay was skull fucking himself of the 9 inches of his Sir's dick. His tongue played with the sensitive underside of Chief's glans and probed at the piss slit. His left hand was already playing with his husband's balls and pulling at them. Sean felt his lover's finger tickling the outside edge of his anus. Walls steadied himself. He didn't want to rush this first blow job in the grotto. He even considered rimming Farm Boy on the cement table after he shot. For now, he let Clay go wild.
The four teens looked at each other after the fathers had exited. "Close call," Erik said as he leaned forward in his chair. "Do you think they would have said anything to see all four of us pounding away at the same time?"
Gunnar spoke up, "I think they would have quietly left us alone. Pops didn't disturb you when you were flogging your log Sunday"
"How do you know what I was doing?"
"Brother, it's your damn music, same song time after time! Come on you think we're all stupid?" AJ jabbed.
"Oh, so that explains Pop's comment about no more loud music," Erik frowned. He was concerned that his parents knew. "Wonder if they know about the porn?"
"You really want to know?" Gunnar smirked.
"What do you know Gunnar. Out with it."
"Yes, Pops knows. I don't know about Dad."
"Shit, so I can expect a lecture about that as well," Erik moaned.
"Have you been hauled in yet? No. Given that was Saturday and all Pops has said to you was no more loud music..."
"And lock my door."
"Then take his advice," Gunnar ordered.
AJ had wandered out into the kitchen in search of more food. Finding Oreos he returned with the box and a glass of milk. "Hey guys, I think they know a lot more. Since they know what Erik does in his room, they probably know something about each one of us. By the way, this room stinks of cum. I didn't notice it until I came back into it. I bet they noticed it too. Do we have any Febreze?"
"I'll look under the sink," Fifth said darting off. He returned with a bottle of scent-free Febreze and squirted it a few times around the room. "I thought it was brilliant doing a circle jerk with my brothers. I don't want to make a daily habit of it, but it could be our thing in Testosterone House 2.0."
Erik and AJ laughed before they body-slammed each other, their limp dicks flopping in the air. They grabbed their dicks and wave them at each other chanting, "Doin' our thang, doin' our thang!" Gunnar just nodded his agreement.
"I've got some stuff to do in my room. See you in the morning." Gunnar excused himself.
Chief had sent four bursts of man seed into Farm Boy's gullet. While his husband was smacking his lips, Sean nimbly skipped from the table and put Clay on his back. "Wide split boy." Clay grabbed his ankles, straightened his legs, and pulled back. His ass rose slightly out of the water. Sean was on it in a split second. SA hungry as Clay had been for his cock, he never got tired of munching on his lover's hole. From the brush of the stubble on his chin on Clayton's perineum, the former quarterback was begging for more. Sean pulled the anal area wider with his hands and Farm Boy's sphincter opened.
Chief brought his two index fingers near the slight opening and popped each one in before pulling the anal ring open further. Farm Boy moaned. He relished when Sean was rough on him, He started probing around the anus with his tongue and licking the sphincter and the outer ring. Clay reached for his cock, grabbed it, and jerk it twice. Sean stopped and stood up.
"Bitch, who gave you permission to touch yourself?"
"Sir, Sorry Sir," Farm Boy managed to get out before Sean dove under the waterfall, swam to the shallows, and got out of the pool. He didn't bother with a towel and stormed into the house leaving traces of water up to the master bedroom. Chief locked the door behind himself.
It took Clay a good 10 minutes to lose his erection; then he too swam out of the pool. He dried off unaware that Gunnar had watched his father leave the pool and his dad follow him later all from the privacy of his bathroom window. He thought, "Another lovers' spat. They'll make up overnight or in the morning. Makeup sex," the teen chuckled.
Gun was preoccupied with getting his cock sucked. He left the bathroom. He lay on his bed tossing and turning thinking about it. Finally, he decided it was time to act. He recalled the positions Pops had mentioned. He tried both and didn't like either. Then he considered a yoga stretch he had seen. He positioned himself as did a partial squat. His knees extended through his armpits so that they were above his shoulders. His arms supported the shim whiles his hands grasped the calf of each leg just above the ankles. Right in front of his face was his cock in all its glory. It's one eye staring back at him.
Gunnar involuntarily licked his lips. He tucked into the squat tighter bringing his cock within range of his mouth. The teen tentatively flicked his tongue onto the tip of the pulsing glans. The sensation was electrifying. A wave of pleasure coursed through his body from cock to brain and back again. He opened his mouth wider, tucked into his squat further which lodged almost 2 inches of his dick into his mouth.
The teen closed his lips around the shaft and sucked. It was interesting but not the sensation his tongue had created. Next, he tried his tongue again circling the glans. Once more the waves of pleasure coursed through his body, but this time he didn't stop he continued for 3 or 4 minutes until he tasted a salty but sweet taste in his mouth,
Gun rolled to the bedroom floor. He checked his dick to make sure he wasn't bleeding. Then he jacked his cock a little more sliding the skin of his circumcised head. A clear liquid emerged from his piss slit. He tasted it salty yet sweet. He hadn't noticed the slick fluid before in all the time he had been masturbating, He recalled hearing some of the older guys talking about precum, boy snot, and even cock snot. HE wondered if this was it,
Gunnar grabbed his cock and wacked off a load thinking about shooting in his mouth and swallowing his jizz. He fell into a restless sleep Waking just after midnight, he jacked off a second load thinking about seeing his brothers jacking off together. They each had their techniques. Fifth only used his thumb and index finger focusing on his glans. AJ liked teasing his asshole with his fingers while he beat his meat. Erik just pounded away with his whole hand wrapped around his dick. His method focused on pounding his cock while playing with his nipples.
Ever the researcher, Gunnar experimented with each of his brother's methods. He found Erik's was closest to his full grasp with the entire hand. He had never fingered his ass while jacking. That was an interesting sensation as was touching his perineum. He thought Fifth's total concentration on the glans a sure-fired way to produce a quick load.
He started alternating between pinching his nipples and fingering his asshole while replaying the circle jerk in the media room downstairs. While he was fingering his anus his finger slipped and put more pressure on the anal sphincter. The sensation was more intense than just touching it. Gunnar shot not once but five times. The teen lay in his bed panting from the massive orgasm. He had never shot like that before. He finally drifted off to sleep thinking about how good touching his ass had felt.
In the main house, Clay was leaning against the locked bedroom door, "Please Sir, let me in. I promise I won't touch myself without permission." He received no reply, but he could hear Sean moving around in the bedroom. Farm Boy would repeat himself ever so often. Finally, after almost a half-hour, the door was unlocked, and Clay quickly assumed a kowtow position on the floor.
All he could initially see of his Chief were his leather army boots. He knew he was in for a rough night. He tentatively reached out and caressed Sean's left boot. He then kissed the toe of the boot before caressing and kissing the right foot and returning to the left. He returned to his kowtow position. He knew Sean was in Master mode now and he would need to wait for instructions. All he was allowed to do was breathe and be silent.
Chief stood there clad in leather from head to toe. His cover on his head and black leather gloves covered his hands. The cuffs of his long-sleeved leather shirt tucked into the ends of the gloves, so no skin was visible. He had a leather crop in his hand. He towered over his husband. He stepped into the room about three feet. "Approach." Farm Boy never left the kowtow position and shuffled into the room on hands and knees. Once inside Sean closed and locked the door.
Turning he looked down on his husband, lover, boy, and sub. He was angry that Clay had forgotten protocols. While he had to admit it was partially his fault. Over the last year, ever since Leon's health issues required a change in their plans, they had played less often in their dungeon at their former home.
The bedroom was lit only with black, leather-scented candles. Clay felt Chief's using the leather crop to position him. He moved each body part wordless into position. Sean laid aside the crop and picked up the tawse. Without pause, he struck Clay's buttocks four times with the leather tool. Its split tongues bit into Reed's taut flesh. Farm Boy tensed but remembered to maintain control by taking deep breaths. He knew now that he would soon arrive in his subspace between pain and pleasure where he and his Chief were the only two people that mattered in the world. He also knew that Sean was really upset with him as there had been no warmup but pain for the sake of pain from the first strike of the tawse.
The tawse landed 100 times across Farm Boy's buttocks and back before Chief ordered, "On the table face down." Maintaining his kowtow position Clay scurried across the room and crawled onto the table, He positioned his face into its cradle. Then shifting his body into various positions he managed to get his rock-hard cock and balls through the specially created hole near his groin.
Chief roughly secured Clay's wrists to the table with leather restraints. Then he retrained his ankles. Binding straps went across his low back and upper chest and knees. Farm Boy was secured.
Sean got out the electrical probe and after coating it with a contact gel inserted it into his sub's rectum, He then inserted a silicon sound into Clay's cock and secured it. Connecting both implements to his Folsom unit. He set the unit controls to start at level 5. He didn't switch them on yet.
The former quarterback thought briefly that he would be sore in the morning but was grateful that his Sir had taken the time to prepare the room for their mutual pleasure, He continued to breathe in through his nose and exhale through his mouth. Sean had gone to his implement selection laid out on a small table, He picked up his breadboard paddle. Returning to his restrained sub he aimed at the meaty buttocks and struck hard.
Farm Boy shuddered under the impact and briefly lost his breath. He quickly recovered and silently repeated thank you Sir to himself.24 more times the breadboard paddle struck his buttocks before it was laid aside for a cane.
Clay never knew which implements Sean would choose to utilize in a session until they were used. Over the years he had learned them all. Once the cane struck his ass, he suspected there would be even more intense pain to come. The cane struck his buttocks 20 times before it was laid aside.
Chief next chose a thin Lexan cane only millimeters thick. He stood behind Farm Boy and aimed his right big toe. Sean didn't wield this cane. Rather he bent its tip back and released it so that its end would strike the skin and produce a sting and leave a welt. the shudder that went through Clay's body indicated to Sean that his boy was feeling it. H did all ten of Farm Boy's toes before applying the cane to the entire length of the sole of the former quarterback's right foot and then to his left. Before moving up the rest of the body thought Chief switched on the Folsom unit. The charge hitting Farm Boy's ass and cock at the same time produced a groan from the bound man. Sean advanced on Clay's calves. He watched the small welts appear from the stinging implement he was utilizing,
"Tomorrow," he thought, "Farm Boy will need to wear long pants and a long-sleeved shirt to cover the welts. His cock grew harder at the thought. When he reached his husband's knees, he turned the Folsom up to a 6 on both settings. He also switched it to a pulse. The Lexan cane was not being used on Clayton's thighs. Each time Sean moved up a section on his spouse's restrained body he would up the Folsom's pulse and frequency settings.
Farm Boy's cock was drooling cock snot over the tiled area underneath his body. He wasn't aware. He had long sipped into that space between pain and pleasure was floating in a sea of endorphins.
After an hour, Sean reached his lover's shoulders. He laid aside the Lexan whisp. He removed his boots, pants, gloves, and shirt revealing his leather jock and harness. He approached Fam Boy. Pulling his head backward by his hair, Sean removed the face brace from the table, Clay blinked as his eyes which had been closed throughout his ordeal on the table, adjusted to the candlelight. He could make out an almost nude Chief in front of him.
Sean released his head and it drooped down over the edge of the table. Clay's Master quickly released the wrist and ankle restraints. Farm Boy awaited orders. The Folsom was turned off and the sound and anal probe removed. "Flip over," Chief ordered. Reed flipped over. After an hour of electro, his cock was no longer hard. He thought his Sir would skull fuck him again. However, that wasn't part of Sean's plan.
Rather he fitted a cock ring around Clay's flaccid member and then fitted a chastity cage over it. He locked the cage into place. "I'll reconsider in a week," was all he said. Clean and put everything away. Blow out the candles and then you may sleep on the floor next to my side of the bed. I've placed a duvet and pillow there for you."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir for reminding me of my place."
Sean removed his cover, harness, and jock. He entered the master bath and pissed before getting into bed for a good night's sleep.
Farm Boy cleaned up the play space and returned everything to its secret storage closet. He blew out the candles and laid down on the thick duvet Sean had provided. He smiled inwardly and thought how lucky he was to have someone who cared enough about him to both punish him when he was out of line, reward him when he was good, and show him he was valued and cared for. He realized as he pooled the duvet around his sore body that his cock was trying to get hard as nails again desiring his Sir's touch, but the chastity device had him trapped.