Duo in Trouble


by Graham

Lane and Kyle were shooting underwear ads in Dallas. During a break, a call came for the boys. Lane took it. It was an offer for a nude photo shoot in Corpus Christi, the next day, $10,000 per twin. Without talking to Kyle, Lane agreed. When he told Kyle what they were booked for the next day, Kyle reacted. "Lane, we cant. Remember what Dad said last time we did a bare shoot? He told us that was it. No more – or else."

"Look, Kyle, he wont even know until months from now, and by that time we can have him calmed down. Its a lot a money for one day – $10,000 for each of us!" Lane replied.

"I know, Lane, but we cant. We just cant. Dadll kill us!" Kyle retorted.

"Just leave it to me. Hell never even know until many months from now. By then, itll all have blown over."

"I dont think so, Lane. I just know this is a mistake," Kyle murmured.

After the underwear ads, the boys cleaned up and dressed, and headed back to their hotel room. Lane called their parents from the room. "Mom, Dad. Look, were running a little behind, and we have to stay over and finish tomorrow. So, we wont be flying home tonight. Probably the day after tomorrow now."

"Why, Lane?" their mother asked. "These things usually are scheduled closely and run on time. What happened?"

"Ah, well, oh, they decided to do some more ads of different kinds of underwear, so they want us to come back tomorrow." Kyle grimaced as he listened to his brother lie to their parents.

That evening, the boys flew from Dallas to Corpus Christi, checked into a hotel there, to be ready for the next days naked photo session.

Meanwhile, their father had called the hotel in Dallas that evening and learned that they had checked out earlier that day. Suspicious, he began calling airlines at DFW airport, to try to find out what mind of happened. He finally reached a local airway company and confirmed that Lane and Kyle had flown out from there to Corpus Christi. Now, their Dad was really suspicious. He telephoned hotels in Corpus Christi and learned that the boys were registered in the Americana Hotel, but he hung up when hotel operator began to ring their room. Instead, he reserved a flight for himself for early the next morning, to Corpus Christi. Whatever was going on, he was going to be there and deal with it.

At 8:30 a. m., Lane and Kyle left their hotel room, and headed down to the lobby. At 8:40 a. m., a van from Twist-o-flick studios arrived and picked up the boys. They climbed in and left. About 11 a. m., Lanes and Kyles father arrived at the hotel. He identified himself and asked if anyone at the desk knew where his twin sons might be. The desk clerk related seeing the boys come down and being picked up in a van from Twist-o-flick studios. The boys fathers blood began to boil. Where were they?! What were they doing?! He called Twist-o-flick studios on his cell phone and identified himself as a booking agent for Lane and Kyle (which he was, besides being their father). He explained that he needed to contact them about some work they were doing. The receptionist informed him that the boys were in a photo shoot at an island off the Gulf shoreline.

Using Mapquest, the boys Dad pulled up driving directions to the coastline area, and headed out there immediately. 50 minutes later, he arrived to find that access to the island was by small water craft only. He rented a boat and headed to the island. 20 minutes later, he was at a deserted, dense, tropical-jungle-like shore of the island. Sure enough, there were the boys – naked as the day they were born. They were posing at the waters edge, while Kyle draped bare-butt around Lanes shoulders. Then Lane lowered Kyle into the water and sat down in the water behind him. Kyle leaned his shoulders and head back onto Lanes chest, and Lane wrapped an big hand and arm gently around his brothers head.

They emerged wet and bare from the water. Once more Lane hauled Kyle up onto Lanes back and shoulders, and carried him out of the water. He set Lane gently down on his back in the thick hammock grass, then lowered himself atop of his brother, stretching out on him. Filming was incessant as the boys embraced, rested their heads reciprocally on each others shoulders, and entwined their legs as Lanes chest, stomach, and hips lay directly on top of Kyles. They boys were pretending to be as passionate with each other as two brothers could do.

Then Lane surprised Kyle. He moved his mouth over and nibbled on his brothers ear, encircling his tongue inside it. Kyle squirmed, startled. Lane kept it up while his brother wriggled around trying to elude Lanes mouth and tongue. Suddenly, Lane pulled away from Kyles ear and planted his mouth fully on his brothers mouth, forcing his tongue into Kyles mouth. Kyle bucked and rocked, mumbling through his mouth that was stuffed with his brothers tongue. Again, the photographers were rabid.

Lane took his arms from around Kyles neck, and scraped his fingers down the sides of his brothers torso, still fully "frenching" Kyle. Kyle bounced and kicked his feet under the weight of his brother, still muttering through his filled mouth. Without pausing, Lanes hand swept down and across Kyles stomach, down lower to his crotch, and alternated caressing his brothers balls. Kyles eyes were wide, then squinted shut, wide again, then squinting. He couldnt believe what his brother was doing. Lane smiled a smirking grin, as he manipulated his brothers movements and reactions.

At that moment, both boys were shocked to hear their fathers voice. "Whatn the hell is goin on here?! Lane! What are you doing?! Get up off Kyle! Right now! Both you boys are in a world of hurt, and you know it!"

In an instant, Lane was on his feet, with Kyle fumbling to stand up right after him. Lanes smile vanished, replaced with a look of distressed consternation. Kyles face showed that he was stunned.

Immediately, the camera crew began dismantling and packing up, to leave quickly. The boys, suddenly remembering they were stark naked, looked around for their clothes, only to remember they had left them back at the van.

"Ah, ah, Dad!" Lane began. "Its not what you think," he began.

"I sure as hell hope not," their father interrupted. "This is not only deceitful and defiant, it is disgusting. Dont bother looking for your clothes right now. Youre not gonna need em for a while. At that remarked, he walked up to Lane, grabbed the strong, young mans left arm, and pulled him along with their Dad. Then, he found a chair that some of the crew had not yet packed up, and sat down, dragging his naked, twin son along with him, and hauling him over his knee. Their father bobbled his right leg and knee, dumping Lane head and shoulders farther across the left knee, so Lanes face was staring at the ground.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! His strong right hand crashed into his larger, twin sons bare bottom like a ship running into a bridge. The young mans body bounced and his head repeatedly shot up backwards, as his butt began evidencing the reddening hand prints of his fathers swats. By the 11th or 12th swat, Lanes face was registering not only the unexpected embarrassment of being taken over his fathers knees, but also the mounting, stinging heat and pain of the swats to his behind.

Lanes father stopped long enough to unbuckle his own belt and pull it out of his pants loops. He doubled it, and began snapping it all over his sons buttocks and thighs. Lane shrieked and began to struggle and fight, trying to get off his fathers lap and away from the blistering he was receiving. As strong as the big, twin boy was, his father – who had been working construction for a number of years – was incredibly stronger. When he could not writhe loose from his fathers grip, Lane reached back to try to shield his inflamed rearend. His father grabbed his right arm and twisted it up into the area between the young mans bare shoulder blades. The immediate pain settled Lane down at once, while his father continued blistering his sons bottom. Lane shouted, kicking, twisting, bouncing, thrashing around, trying to battle against the licking his father was administering.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Eventually, Lane succumbed to pleading, promising, begging, and confessing how bad he was, but his father paid no heed. Unrelentingly, he scorched his twin sons bottom and thighs, and especially the area where they meet, until Lane had spent every bit of fight and energy he could muster, and collapsed into gasping, convulsive sobs and bawling. Hanging, heaving and wailing over his fathers lap, eventually Lane became aware that the spanking was over. His father reached under him and pulled him up to sit his burning, bare bottom on his Dads right leg. Lane squirmed in agony sitting there, while their father lectured them both about engaging in modeling that was nothing more than base appeals like young, male whores. He ordered Lane to stand up and go face a cypress tree, while he beckoned Kyle over.

Reluctantly, but obediently, Kyle walked slowly to their father. As he felt himself being dragged across their Dads knees, he broke down and began immediately crying, pleading, begging, confessing that he had told Lane that they were not to do this, that he hadnt wanted to, but Lane had insisted. Kyles overturned, aimed, bare bottom was torched red and raw, and he too succumbed to resigned screaming and sobbing, but quicker than Lane. He too was left dangling over their fathers knees until his bawling subsided. Then, he, too was placed on their fathers right knee, and lectured again, with Lane fully hearing again. Then Kyle was sent to replace Lane, facing the cypress tree, while Lane was summoned for a repeat performance.

He protested vehemently, but his father stood up, grabbed the young mans arm, and yanked him over to him, and then across his knees again as he sat down. "This one is for deliberately scheming to try to get your brother to join you in disobeying what you have been told. Youll get another tomorrow night, Lane, at home, for the unthinkable behavior that you engaged in with your brother today. Youll have a period of time, of sitting with great discomfort, to think long and hard about your course of behavior, young man!" He then reapplied the belt to Lanes excoriated bottom, while his larger, twin won bellowed and hollered until he could almost no longer breath, much less shriek. He sobbed and sobbed.

When that was over, the boys father ordered them to get dressed and go with him back to their hotel. There they packed and accompanied their Dad to the airport to fly, sitting with intense unease, back home. The next night, Lane was again paddled until he could not yell or speak, and then sobbing was sent to bed.

Two months later, the photos of Lanes extemporaneous fondling of his brother, pinned under him, appeared in magazines and on websites. When the boys Dad learned of it, he took the boys out to the equipment barn and whipped their bare butts again, until they were jumping up and down, sobbing and apologizing, and promising that nothing like this would ever happen again. To their dismay, their father promised them that if it did, they would receive far more than they had got this time. Weeping and clutching their battered bottoms, the twins realized the urgent seriousness of their fathers admonishments.


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